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ragingbookdragon · 11 months

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Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

Lindir x Reader

Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: :( --> :')

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Their journey back was quiet. She knew all three of them were in a particular state of mourning, she for Fili and Kili, Bilbo for Thorin, and Gandalf for all three of them. The old wizard had felt particularly responsible for the deaths of the three, even though it hadn’t been his fault in the slightest. Usually, when someone she knew had passed, her calling as a songstress had her performing ballads of their lives and greatest deeds, but this time, she couldn’t find it in herself to sing such songs just yet. The wounds still too fresh, memories of her dearest dwarven friends still too heavy a weight on her heart. She knew if she tried, she’d break down in tears. Still though, she kept her hopes high, and her grief hidden enough to comfort the other two on their journey back.

She wasn’t sure where she’d end up. Thorin’s company had simply crossed paths by chance and that was how she’d gotten along, but now, Bilbo was going home, Gandalf escorting him, then he was off to who knows where doing who knows what but only the old wizard. That left her where she had been before—simply wandering. But she’d seen the west, seen the great heights of the Mirkwood trees, seen the low valleys of Lake-town, and the majesty of Erebor. What else was there?

Her thoughts continued to plague her all throughout their travels back, through Lake-town, through Mirkwood, and back through the mountains until they’d come back upon the elven settlement, Rivendell. She couldn’t deny that it was a sight for sore eyes, the comfort, food, and care had been greatly remembered and desired ever since she and Gandalf had departed after the company those months ago.

Lord Elrond and his council were already waiting for them when they finally crossed the bridge and the elf looked rather disheartened when he greeted them. “Welcome back,” he murmured, carefully taking in both Bilbo and her expressions of sadness. “Word has already come from the west.” Elrond looked between them all. “My most sincere sympathies go to you all for your losses.”

She cleared her throat, bowing slightly. “Thank you, my Lord Elrond. It is a most kind gesture. We…the journey there and back have been long and arduous, physically, mentally, and emotionally.” She said nothing more, feeling the tears coming to her eyes as she blinked them away and gently placed a hand on Bilbo’s shoulder, squeezing it for comfort; the hobbit merely reached up and squeezed her hand in return, unable to speak, for his wounds were the greatest.

Gandalf looked at the two close together and asked Elrond, “My old friend, might we find refuge for a day or two before traveling back?”

“Always,” Elrond said and turned, leading them up the stairs and into the courtyard; he looked at the elf standing to his left. “Lindir, take our songstress and hobbit and show them to some rooms. I need to speak to Mithrandir.”

“Of course, my Lord,” Lindir replied and waited for the two travelers to meet him. “Has the journey back been beset by any trouble?” he asked her as he led them.

She inhaled. “Nothing we couldn’t handle.” She tried to smile at him. “How has Rivendell faired since we’ve been gone?”

“As usual. Other than his lordship leaving to Dol Guldur.”

“Ah yes, I heard quite a fearsome battle occurred between the forces of evil and good.” She smiled this time. “Perhaps I shall ask Lord Elrond for the details and compose a ballad. Do you think Lady Galadriel would allow me to perform it for her?”

Lindir laughed quietly. “I would not see why not.” As he brought them to two secluded rooms near the edge of the house, he opened the first door for Bilbo. “Here you are,” he said to him, and Bilbo nodded, finally managing to look up.

“Thank you,” he murmured quietly and looked over at her. “I think I’m going to rest until evening dinner.”

“I understand,” she replied and watched sadly as he disappeared inside and shut the door behind him. It was only but a second then she turned to Lindir in tears and whispered, “My heart aches so deeply for him.”

Lindir gazed at her sadly, and instead of leading her to the next door, he took her to a secluded area of the garden beneath a grand willow. She put her pack down beside the bench and sat down, tucking her legs underneath her as Lindir sat down next to her.

“I’m sorry that you have lost your friends,” he said softly. “Though I did not know them well, I did sense honor among them.”

She nodded, barely able to keep the tears at bay as she looked towards the setting sun. “Bilbo will not speak of what happened before Thorin died. He will only tell us that they parted in friendship.” Tears dripped down her cheeks. “But the boys,” she whispered. “Fili and Kili were just boys. They didn’t deserve this as a fate. They deserved to grow up in their homeland. Find loves and have families.” She looked at him. “It isn’t fair, Lindir.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Her expression pinched. “I survived. A useless trobairitz who couldn’t even swing a sword or draw a bow and three battle hardened dwarves didn’t. What kind of fate is that? Why me? Why useless m—”

“You are not useless,” Lindir interrupted with a rather harsh look for the reserved elf. “You survived because it is what fate wished. You survived because fate has not come calling for you yet.”

She frowned and swallowed thickly. “But I wanted them to survive as well.”

“Yes,” he sighed, reaching over to take her hand in his slender one; he gently brushed his thumb over the back of her thumb. “That is our greatest ache. The ones who did not join us at the end.”

Her gaze met his. “Truthfully, Lindir, I don’t know where to go now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Bilbo is going home to the Shire, Gandalf I assume is going to off doing what wizards do…but for myself?” she shrugged. “I am back to traveling the land singing for gold and fame.”

“You have no home to go back to?”

Her eyes were humored but had a sadness to them. “The home I had as a girl is long gone. A songstress knows no home but the next stage.”

Lindir gazed at her, mouth opening and closing for a moment before his cheeks tinted pink and he asked, “…perhaps you could make Rivendell your home?”

She blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

He shifted in his seat. “You have no home, but you acted wonderfully as an ambassador between the elves and the dwarves.”

A laugh escaped her. “You mean I mothered them and glared until they obeyed.”

Lindir smiled. “However you managed it, it worked. I could not imagine a better place for you.”

“An ambassador? Lindir, I am a singer. My role is to compose and sing the songs of our heroes. The ones who live, the ones who die. I am simply their storyteller.”

“Yes, but the people respect you for your role in Thorin’s company. You represent a great position amongst other races. I am not naïve to assume that your voice does not have sway too. You could be the connection between our races.”

She gave Lindir a look. “Something tells me, you wish me to stay in Rivendell more than anything else.”

Lindir swallowed thickly, took a deep breath, and admitted, “I…have been hoping that you would come back to Rivendell.”

“Oh?”

His cheeks warmed. “Meleth nîn…”

“Oh, there are those words again,” she teased. “Lindir, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you have not been thinking I would return so much as you have been thinking about kissing me.”

Lindir looked like a startled deer, red cheeks, a bit frazzled if she were honest and he tried to splutter out some form of a reply but ceased when her laughter reached his ears, like twinkling stars and he gave her a heartfelt smile when she scooted a bit closer and leaned closer to him, nuzzling his cheek.

“If it soothes your wild heart, I have long thought about you, Lindir.”

He turned slightly, their noses brushing, and he murmured, “I have been talking to Lord Elrond about your possible staying here if you ever returned.”

“Uh huh, and what did he say?”

“He would think about it.” Lindir blinked. “That answer usually means yes.”

“How do you know?”

“Because that’s what he would tell Lady Arwen when she was a child and she asked for something only to give it days later.”

“Oh? So, my stay is already promised?”

“I truly enjoyed your singing.” He cleared his throat, adding, “we all enjoyed your singing.”

She smiled at him, gently pressing her lips to his cheek, and she said, “Well guess what? You get to hear it whenever you want.”

“You will stay?”

“If you’ll have me,” she chirped and Lindir’s face split into a handsome smile.

“I would have you with me forever.”

“That sounds like a marriage proposal.”

“I…had planned on trying to court you…if you ever returned.”

She blinked, staring at him, then she shifted across the bench and laid down, putting her head in Lindir’s lap. “I think I would enjoy that greatly, Lindir.”

“O—oh?” he replied, fumbling with himself on where to put his hands until he settled for resting one on her hip and the other gently in her hair.

“Mhm…a lot.”

“I’m glad,” he said, smiling down at her as the tension began to ease from her expression and body, eyes slipping shut as they enjoyed the setting sun together.

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 3 months

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Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

They’re almost amazed how much their sweet words and light touches affect you. They begin to crave your flushed cheeks, the way your breath speeds up and the smell of your arousal. At first they were territorial and wanted you for themselves but now they know it’s better to work together.

At first they didn’t want to have sex with you, not wanting to spoil the seemingly innocent fun, but when Elrond fingers you and tells of how easy it is to make you cum, they all want to learn more.

Thranduil loves how submissive and good you are for him. You do whatever he orders and you look so pretty kneeling between his legs.

Glorfindel is amazed at how much your human body can take and how tight you feel around him. At first he worried he’d hurt you, but he hates the look and sound of disappointment when he holds back from you.

Elrond wants to make you cum again and again and again. He doesn’t care for his own pleasure, he just craves the way you cry out and beg him once you become too simulated.

Haldir loves to toy with you. Although he craves the way your pleasure-filled voice sounds moaning his name, it’s the foreplay and the way he can tease you that he loves the most. Sneaking up on you to hear your surprised sounds and then the way your breath catches at his surprising touches.

Legolas is a lot more playful then his fellow elves and loves the sweet noises you make. He loves to bounce you in his lap and listen to your sweet moans and giggles. He will give you whatever you want because he craves your sweet smile and look of admiration. Loves to feel your soft skin and stare at your pleasure-filled face.

Lindir plays you like a fine instrument, spending hours learning how to make you create certain sounds for him. He uses his fingers, mouth and cock so he can hear all of your sweet sounds. He’s not above begging you to be louder or to sing out for him.

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shirefantasies · 4 months

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Congratulations on 100 followers! 👏 🎉 🥳

This kind of a weird request but I wanted to ask how you would imagine the Fellowship would react/take care of their companion on their period? Like having severe cramps. It can be romantic or platonic relationship it's up to you but I would like Boromir to be romantic.Just lots of fluff basically.🤗

I just really enjoy reading how my favorite characters would take care of me when I'm in pain.😅

Thank you 🥰 oh same because I get reallllly bad period symptoms unless I take my supplements long enough before (and sometimes anyway 😣) so I adore being taken care of by my blorbos 🥺 doing everyone because I wanna write this with Faramir & write some wlw fluff 🥰

LoTR Characters When You’re on Your Period (F!Reader)

Warnings: small blood/pain mentions, a suggestive joke

Aragorn

✧ Your exchange is wordless; Aragorn sees the way you jolt at a sudden shock of pain, catches your eyes and gives you an inquisitive nod. You nod back and that is that, no questions asked.

✧ If you are traveling, your pace slows and Aragorn will hear no two words about it. He allows more breaks, hunts twice as hard, directs you to the softest place to sit and just gives the others firm looks if they try to give complaint.

✧ “Please,” he’ll urge you gently, taking your hand in his, “try to eat something. You’ll need your strength.” Just the sound of his voice, the care therein, practically brings tears to your eyes.

✧ Honestly, it takes a lot for him to suppress his laughter if you snap at one of the others, at least when your outburst is warranted. Glance over and you might catch him giving them an ‘I warned you’ look.

✧ Takes on more fights for you, bidding you to stand back and let him take care of things for once.

Legolas

✧ Perplexed but very concerned when he comes upon the sight of you sprawled out with a grimace of pain across your beautiful face. His first motion is to help you up, secondly asking what ails you. While he looks at you like he does not understand, his actions suggest otherwise.

✧ Every month he learns to follow it, the moon his reminder, and every month Legolas silently begins his gathering. Your favorite tea? Check. Your comfort item? Perfectly clean and ready to hand off. Your bedding? Also perfectly clean and assembled just how you like it. Even Legolas’s words are softer, more understanding in case of sudden complaint or upset.

✧ “It’s like you know what I want before I want it.” “Knowing you,” Legolas replies with a smile, “is my greatest joy.”

✧ Good luck trying to stand on your own; Legolas all but hovers around you, offering a hand whenever you attempt to rise.

✧ He becomes extra protective, taking hold of you by the waist at the first sound or sight of danger, lest anything make it worse.

Boromir

✧ All but bursts into your room the moment he hears that you are bedridden, rushing to take your hand and ask you what has happened in a whisper you can’t help a faint chuckle at before you explain.

✧ Taken visibly aback, Boromir then shakily asks what he can do, smiling when you tell him just to stay with you. “Pretend it’s a wound from some great battle,” you joke. “Oh, indeed,” he agrees before you two begin coming up with more and more ridiculous fights and scrapes you got into, Boromir’s thumb drawing circles over the back of your hand.

✧ He offers to try rubbing where it hurts, applying faint warm pressure over where your lower half is assaulting you. “How is this, my love?”

✧ Uses you having any difficulty with walking as an excuse to pick you up and carry you on his back.

✧ Does your washing up, partially just to prove your teasing about him not being brave enough wrong! He is a warrior, after all.

Gimli

✧ The others alert Gimli in a hiss after he less-than-tactfully panics that you’ve been hurt, sending his lips pursing into a shocked ‘o’ and his gaze sliding back to your stooped form.

✧ “Oh, er, well there lassie, if you need anything at all you know who to call for.” “Well,” you groan, “if you’ve any spare rags I’ll gladly take them.” “Rags? What would you want with…oh. Oh.” “Scared of a little blood, Gimli?” “No, not I,” Gimli replies despite his shaken expression, “I’m so used to the stuff by now, what’s the trouble?”

✧ Insistent as he is that dwarves are the best carers of their women, Gimli quickly works to prove his point and, in his words, win your heart with the lot of it. You’re skeptical when you see him sticking rocks in the fire, but at the end of the day the warmth is heaven upon your aching body and Gimli looks just as pleased as you feel.

✧ He probably also recommends you a strong drink under the claim that it eases pain like nothing else. Whether this is helpful or not is up to you.

✧ Goes surprisingly soft when you curl up, still facing wave after wave of cramps. Reaches over to you and strokes your hair, sitting at your side looking for all the world like a guard dog.

Frodo

✧ Your pain is interrupted by a gasp that has you looking up, meeting Frodo’s wide blue eyes glistening with concern at your sudden jerk. Familiar as Frodo is with pain, he recognizes your motion without a single question.

✧ Urges you to sit or lie still, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head like punctuation.

✧ While you rest up, Frodo tells you stories, stories of his uncle Bilbo’s adventures, tales from the days of the elves, anything to send you to a different place then you currently must be in.

✧ Offers you extra blankets or his cloak if you’re feeling cold or in need of comfort.

✧ Shy as he can be, in your time of need his hands hardly leave your shoulders or your side, quite protective even if he is smaller than you.

Sam

✧ “Whoa, easy there,” Sam tells you as he sits you down, “what happened?” Poor thing thinks you got some bad news or something the way you’re tearing up.

✧ Holds you close to his chest as you let the tears flow, shaking his head when you start to tell him it’s stupid, you’re just in pain and upset. “Can’t think of any more reasonable reasons to cry. Don’t worry, just let it all out.”

✧ Such a sweetheart, he won’t leave your side for hardly anything….except to go pick you some flowers to raise your spirits, of course!

✧ Flushes a bit at the suggestion, but one hundred percent helps you undress and change into more comfortable clothes. Even if he tries to look shyly away as much as possible.

✧ Definitely cooks you something hearty and nutritious, encouraging you to eat even just a little bit. Sam will even hand feed you spoonfuls if you’re feeling bad enough.

Merry

✧ “Oh, yeah, I know all about that!” “You do?” “Sure, I saw what my father did for Mum, after all. Come here.”

✧ Apparently what Mr. Brandybuck did for the missus was to build her the most massive nest of pillows known to Hobbit-kind. “And what’s she do in here?” You ask, waving a hand feebly over your new home. “Well, not sure what they did after that but I think I’ve heard of a way to lessen the pain.” Whether that works or earns him a smack you can decide.

✧ From your pillow pile you become queen of, well, Merry at least, though he puts on an act of being scared of displeasing you at first. You can’t help laughing as he kneels before you, asking what snacks you request or if you’d like some water.

✧ Meriadoc “chugs respecting women juice” Brandybuck has silently vowed to never once make any ill jokes at your expense. No asking if it’s your time if you express any emotion he doesn’t, no teasing you for needing help, no acting like said help is too gross for him, ever.

✧ That being said, he even does your washing up for you!

Pippin

✧ Definitely more the type to fret and worry, hands going to your back as you double over and he asks what’s wrong, are you hurt? Whether your words are sheepish or unabashed, you tell him it’s your womanly cycle and Pippin’s eyes practically pop out of his lovely little head. “O-oh. What should I do?”

✧ His cluelessness is actually perfect for the situation because he truly will do anything you say will help, whether it’s bottling up some hot water, fetching you your favorite snacks, making you tea, even singing you a song if you tell him it’ll raise your spirits.

✧ His absolute favorite thing to do, though, is offer company, tumbling onto the bed with you and chatting the afternoon away.

✧ This quickly evolves, though, and soon Pippin is holding you for dear life, an arm wrapped around the front of you where he draws warm, gentle circles lightly over your pain.

✧ “This isn’t so bad, is it?” You swat him for that, but in spite of yourself cuddle closer and join his sheepish laughter.

Faramir

✧ No questions asked, Faramir is by your side stroking your hair and getting it out of your face if it falls so.

✧ Musing over the strength it takes to fight such internal battles, he cradles you in his arms or, if you prefer not to be touched, holds your hand as he sits at your side.

✧ Well-read as Faramir is, some pain remedies swim to the forefront of his mind and he goes off to seek them.

✧ When you lie down, he tucks you in so softly, that sparkle in his eyes you love so much twinkling just for you. “This will pass,” he whispers.

✧ Blames himself if you get upset sometimes, but is reassured and happy again when you tell him he need never pull away from you.

Eomer

✧ Confused, frankly, at why you suddenly can’t walk, for he cannot conceive of a reason until you admit this is unfortunately quite normal for you.

✧ Asks you why, frowns in greater confusion and sympathy when you say you do not know, acts a little bit uncomfortable about details but still sets out to aid.

✧ Too uncomfortable to ask his sister, he opts instead to seek out a healer and practically demand anything that helps with a woman’s “well, time.” He’s getting the spirit slowly but surely, alright?

✧ Bursts into your room with an armful of everything the healer has, ready to brainstorm solutions to have you right again. You can’t help but chuckle at the whirlwind you’ve just gone through all over some cramps.

✧ He gets quite restless until you call him to your side, asking him to quit fretting and just lay with you. “Ah, that I can do,” he says with a grin.

Haldir

✧ Haldir’s steady expression drops when he learns of your ailment. Everything else he is holding or doing drops as soon as possible, too, and he is going to you.

✧ Taken aback at the sight of you, he realizes he did not know a woman’s cycle could take such a toll as to leave you bedridden. He isn’t used to seeing you so weak and is ready to do what it takes to end it.

✧ He has all these wonderful scented oils, some of which help you sleep, some of which he uses to massage you and hopefully numb the pain.

✧ In addition, he guides your breathing through waves of the ache, looking to the breeze and the rhythms around you to help you relax your body that much more.

✧ Haldir is hesitant to show you excess affection, but if you request it, his arms snake around your waist and he holds you there, both of him breathing you in like you’re all he needs and vice versa.

Eowyn

✧ “Sit down, please, I insist.” As much as Eowyn herself is the type to trudge forth through pain or fear, she would never impose the same upon you, instead tending so gently to you.

✧ Hot water always helps her, so she fetches you some as well as a treat from a baker she passed by, taking your hand after she hands it off.

✧ You had best believe this woman will tell anyone in the whole of Middle Earth to leave you alone as you rest, be they her own kin or the host of the dark lord himself.

✧ As you spend more time together, the old adage about ‘synchronizing’ seems to ring true with you both. Eowyn does not mind, honestly, because you bear the pain together and spend much time together in bed. Not the most ideal of circumstances, but if she can lay in the warmth of your arms Eowyn is a happy woman indeed.

✧ She insists so much upon your care, though, that you’ll practically have to wrestle her down so you can reciprocate…not that she minds that, either!

Arwen

✧ Who better to understand what you are going through? Her brows knit at the first sign of discomfort from you, recognizing the signs immediately.

✧ Without a word Arwen is finding out exactly what you tend to prefer- do you get nauseous and seek relief? Do you desire more sustenance and company or less?

✧ During times when you find yourself more stressed or upset than average, Arwen gives you so much grace, running her hand soothingly down your arm and reminding you all weights feel heavier right now.

✧ For all your pain, there is little bliss like being in the arms of your beloved, her soothing deep whispers brushing your ear.

✧ The most patient if you’re forced to wake up frequently in the night and rise, laying there with nothing but love in her eyes as you return.

Elrond

✧ Wise lord and healer as he is, Elrond is more than familiar with the ailments of women. In fact, he is the sort to track it for you as best as he can. So when he sees you feeling ill, sympathy crosses his serene features but no surprise.

✧ Elrond knows every remedy in the book, so he’s quickly making you some calming tea and sitting you down for some TLC.

✧ Very encouraging for you to take time for yourself and make sure you stay nourished, even if that is difficult. There is no shame in keeping your strength up, after all.

✧ Walks with you just a little ways behind, a hand resting comfortingly upon the small of your back.

✧ Sends cover for you where you are needed, no questions asked, because you are more important than tasks others can perform.

Lindir

✧ Practically trips and falls over himself running to you at your sudden shock of pain, dark eyes wide at the way you folded. You seem embarrassed to tell him and while he feels squeamish at first, that is quickly shaken off as he urges you to sit down.

✧ From that moment on Lindir has dubbed himself your personal nursemaid, naught but the call of Lord Elrond himself taking him from his work.

✧ “No, no, lie back down, I can get it,” he holds out a cautious, almost panicked hand when you wince and sit up, “what is it?”

✧ Sings you songs of all kinds, old tales, his own compositions, and of course your requests, again and again if you ask them of him. His harp is ready to gently play you to sleep or just to keep your mind off the pain you feel.

✧ When you wake up in the night, at first he looks frustrated, but that melts away quickly as your eyes meet, apology shining in your gaze. Instead, Lindir helps you up and sings you to sleep again upon your return.

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elfy-elf-imagines · 10 months

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▹ Masterlist .ೃ࿐

☾ Prompt List | Askbox ☽

Legolas:

- Elven Instinct - Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind - Epiphany - Courting a Human (Headcanons) - Fear of the Future - Adventurer from Earth (Headcanons) - First Kiss

Maedhros:

- Out of the Woods - Don’t Leave Me - Don’t Care If You Leave - Stop Pretending - Jealous - Light in the Dark - Jealous Headcanons

Finrod:

- I’m pregnant - You Come and Wake Me Up at 4am, To Cuddle - Finrod x Pregnant!reader (Headcanons) - Used to Be Mine | Part 2 - Choose Me

Thranduil:

- Tolerate It - To Meet Under the Stars - In the Fields of Poppy - Same Spirit, Different Body - Too Late - Begin Again

Meludir:

- Don’t Cry - Small Surprises - You Wake Me Up to Cuddle

Elladan:

- Champagne Problems | Part 2

Glorfindel:

- Lovely to be Rained on with You - Is that my Shirt? (Drabble) - Not so Hopeless (Drabble) - You’re Mine and I Don’t Share (Drabble) - To Lose is to Die

Haldir:

- Please Don’t Cry. I Can’t Stand to See You Cry (Drabble) - Stop Biting that Fucking Lip (Drabble) - Meeting Haldir (Headcanons) - Rewrite the Stars

Lindir:

- Being in Love (Headcanons) - The Fickleness of Mortals - Return to Me | Part 2

Orophin:

- General Headcanons - Bite Me - Cruel Summer

Erestor:

- High Fever

#lord of the rings imagine #lotr #tolkien #middle earth imagines #lord of the rings #lord of the rings oneshot #lotr imagine #legolas x reader #legolas imagine #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel imagine #erestor imagine #orophin imagine #lindir imagine #haldir imagines #elladan imagine #thranduil x reader

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kat651 · 1 month

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Imagine: Loki finding the Norse mythology book in your room and thinking you’ll be terrified of him now.

(I’ll write a fic for this soon, it’s late rn, I just wanted to get my idea out so I didn’t forget about it)

update: I wrote it!!! You can find it here.

#x reader #kat651 #loki fanfiction #lindir x you #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #imagine #loki imagine #@ohboyanotherlokiblog

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elficially-done-with-life · 3 months

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Dating Lindir hc

Pairing: Lindir x reader

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

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

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

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

♡ While he sings these songs he usually turns bright red

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

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

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

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

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

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

♡ You gave Lindir a healthier lifestyle

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

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

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

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

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Types of Simps | Imladris

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

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

Elrond – the ‘gentleman’ simp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Celebrian – the ‘nervous sweetheart’ simp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Glorfindel – the “overly enthusiastic” simp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Erestor – the ‘tsundere’ simp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elrohir – the ‘gentleman’ simp

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elladan – the ‘overly enthusiastic’ simp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lindir – the ‘nervous/shy’ simp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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leahsflwer · 8 months

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

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

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💜

I can give it a good go 😝

Lindir imagine - “Purple dress” Fluff content

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

Lindir (LOTR/Hobbit) x fem! reader

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

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

“Aragorn please not now,” I sighed

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

“Please,” I begged him wanting to run off

“Oh come on let me talk-“ he started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You look good” he snarled

“Oh.. thank you” I shyly smiled

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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justpostsyeet · 1 year

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Mîr : When is your birthday?

Glorfindel and Lindir : What's a birthday?

Mîr explains concept of birthday, Glorfindel : So,its like begetting day

Mîr: what's a begetting day

Glorfindel and Lindir explains begetting day

Mír : So, instead of celebrating your day of birth you celebrate the day your parents fucked. And here I thought Elves where good old Christians.

#lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the hobbit #hobbit #glorfindel #lindir #mîr #glorfindel x mîr x lindir #Mîr Vin universe #glorfindel x oc #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel imagine #lindir imagine #lindir x reader #lindir x oc

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lovefairymina · 10 months

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I don't understand Lindir. Why would the world make you so cute if I wasn't allow to constantly shower such cuteness in kisses and affection. Now stay in my arms just a little bit longer~ 🥺

“...I feel as though you are bribing me so I will not leave you in alone in bed,” he giggled as he stood with one foot on the ground, the other in bed and you clinging to his waist. “If I stay on behalf of your wishes, promise me that you'll help me with my duties.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {lindir}#lindir of imladris #minstrel of imladris #lindir imagine #lindir x you #lindir x reader #lindir #imladris #rivendell #middle earth imagine

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elithilanor · 2 years

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Imagines for Elves Responses to a Reader Suffering Sensory Overload (from a person who suffers from sensory overload and overstimulation) p3

Legolas: Cuddler. Story-teller. Braider.

Legolas is *such* a worrier. Like sure, he’s a fun, risky, dorky elf, but he worries about those he cares about especially watching his father and forest declining.

He sees you remove yourself from the celebration in the tavern and he frowns and immediately follows; he noticed that you’d been more out of sorts as the evening wore on and the excitement and noise level grew.

When he finds you in the corridor to your rooms, hands shaking as you try to press the key into the lock, he takes it from you with gentle hands and swiftly unlocks the door before ushering you inside. He stokes the fire then piles you with blankets before the presses against you, arms tightly holding you as you bury yourself in his chest.

He speaks softly so as not to unsettle you and weaves the stories that were passed down between the Silvan elves about the stars and sun and trees. He speaks of his home, of Greenwood the Great, and it’s beauty. He speaks of his siblings and the terrors they inflicted upon their father. As you drift to sleep, he runs his fingers through your hair and braids it back from your face so the strands won’t bother you as you sleep.

Glorfindel: Bright. Warm. Humorous.

This elf is full of laughter and warm eyes and kind romantic gestures. He loves (and loses) with his full heart and puts his everything into your relationship. Most would think that he never is quiet except when he’s tearing through enemies on the battlefield, but that’s a lie. He’s quiet when he’s relaxed and he’s quiet when you’re asleep. But, most of all, he’s quiet when you need him to be.

As a soldier reborn, he’s used to seeing the side effects of war on those he cares about so he’s very well-versed in what to do, be it friend, soldier, or partner. As a partner, he’s first try soft humor and warm kisses to try and pull his partner out of any sensory overload. If that doesn’t work, he’s a big hugger. He’s also likely to get you into a bath and brush out your hair.

His secret, however, is lying on you and crushing you with his body weight (middle earth’s version of weighted blankets is elves pass it on). He’s gentle and makes sure to never hurt you, of course. But he knows better than anyone that sometimes the best way to relieve the weight of one’s mind is to place it temporarily somewhere else.

Lindir: Nervous. Unsure. Caring.

Honestly I kind of have a hard time with Lindir. Baby seems stressed and nervous and so I think having a partner who becomes similarly will probably make him really stressed out too. He tried his best to assist you through other means, however, because he loves you and wants to help.

The first time he sees you in overload, he actually panics and gets Lord Elrond. Incredibly useful, but also kind of a lot because he’s they fucking Lord of the Valley, Lindir, dear Valar. The second time, he brought so many snacks and fruit drinks that he had to help you, but the tea helped settle your stomach. The third time, Lindir found some kittens and proceeded to bury you in them.

That worked!! and now he makes sure to keep a roster of all the cats and their kittens in the main house along with the stables and granary so he can bury you if you’re having a rough day.

Erestor: Darkness. Silence. Safety.

Erestor was as typically quiet as you were as typically loud. His eyes tracked you and his lips smiled watching you, but your exuberance was often your own. He preferred the quiet of an empty library. After all, the books spoke their stories loud enough to him. But he never turns you away, instead pulling you close to him and into his office so you both can take refuge from prying eyes.

So in those times when his partner comes to him in distress from the stress of the world or the merrymaking of visiting dwarves, Erestor closes the library and extinguishes all of the braziers except one farthest from you. He’ll sit down with you in a heap of pillows hastily constructed - but always readily available for just these situations - in the center of the tallest shelves and lean back against the books. He says nothing, does nothing, and you watch his measured breaths until you can breathe in again yourself. He’ll start softly touching your hands and arms only when you can come mostly back to yourself. He’ll hold you when you ask but not a moment before.

@sorrow-and-bliss p3

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ragingbookdragon · 11 months

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Wild Mountain Thyme

Lindir x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: None

Author's Note: #wouldtoteswhoremyselfoutfortheelves :) <3 -Thorne

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It was, the act of Bofur getting up on a log and singing whilst his brothers threw food and silverware at one another that made her stand from her seat at Elrond’s table, hands flat on the wooden surface as she hissed, “Bofur. Get. Down.” Her eyes narrowed on the dwarf. “Right. Now,” she glowered, and he sheepishly did so, the rest of them going silent. She inhaled deeply, clearing her throat as she suggested, or threatened, “Why don’t you lot go clean up? You’ve had more than a fill of dinner.” It only took one solid glare from her to have them all rising from the tables and hurrying off somewhere down the halls.

She collapsed back into her chair and looked at Elrond. “My lord, I am, so sorry.”

Elrond chuckled. “Believe it or not, these would not be the first dwarves I’ve encountered before.”

“Yes, but I have half a mind to believe that the only reason they are acting so rudely is because we are in the presence of his lordship.” She looked to the other elves around, quietly murmuring an apology though many simply smiled politely; her eyes fell on the elf behind Elrond to his left and she smiled at him, tipping her head.

He must’ve taken that as an initiative because he grabbed a gorgeous crystal pitcher and asked, “Would you like some more wine?”

“Oh!” her smile grew, and she lifted her cup. “Please, uh, I don’t believe I ever caught your name.”

“Lindir,” he replied, pouring into her goblet. “My name is Lindir.”

“You have a beautiful name, Lindir,” she complimented. “What does it mean?”

He paused and met her gaze, almost as if confused that she was engaging in conversation with him rather than the others at the table; he happened to glance towards Elrond who gave him a rather hidden smile and gestured to the empty seat beside her. Lindir sat down and the other elves placed a plate in front of him, filling his wine goblet.

“My name comes from the word in our language, ‘lind’ meaning sing or chant.”

“Are you a singer?” she asked, and he cleared his throat, cheeks tinting pink.

“N-no, not often.”

“No need to be so bashful,” Elrond quipped and looked at her. “Lindir has a wonderful voice. Peaceful, soft, perfect for long ballads.”

Lindir looked as if he could match shades with the wine in their cups. “My lord,” he pleaded. “Please.”

Elrond simply smiled as if he hadn’t said a thing, continuing his conversation with Gandalf; she turned to him. “I haven’t had the chance, since Bofur made a fool,” she muttered under her voice. “But I’m a songstress.” She smiled proudly. “Once when I was a little girl, I sang for the hobbits in the Shire when my father and I passed through. I don’t think Bilbo remembers me, but then again it was almost three decades ago, so it’s understandable.”

“Perhaps you could sing for us?” Gandalf inquired, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he added, “Your voice is so lovely, my dear.”

She felt a bit flustered as the attention shifted to her and she hurriedly said, “Oh no, not after our bawdy tune.”

Elrond waved it off. “I choose to believe that your voice is much more dazzling than his.”

Swallowing thickly, she rose from the table and stiffly walked to where the center of the tables was, the elves who had been cleaning, now shifting out of the way. She inhaled deeply, let her shoulders loosen, and put on a beautiful smile as she began to sing.

“O the summer time has come, and the trees are sweetly bloomin’. And the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin’ heather. Will ye go lassie go? And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather. Will ye go lassie go?”

Her eyes began to slip shut as she remembered her father singing the song to her as they readied themselves when she was a young girl, to go pick flowers on the mountainside.

“I will build my love a bower, by yon pure crystal fountain. And round it I will place all the flowers o’ the mountain. Will ye go lassie go? And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather will ye go lassie go?”

It brought a sweet sorrow to her chest and her voice almost faltered as she thought of the last time she held her father’s hand, a basket of thyme in the other as they walked down the mountain path.

“I will range through the wilds, and the deep glen sae dreamy. And return wi’ the spoils, tae the bower o’ my dearie, will ye go lassie go?”

Her voice filled the air with a grace and many of the elves found themselves rather surprised at the songstress before them. Her voice softened around them, tears filling her eyes as she thought of her dearly departed father.

“If my true love he were gone, I would surely find another to pull wild mountain thyme, all round the bloomin’ heather, will ye go lassie go?”

Her voice began to rise, and the elves began to play the instruments they had, finding the key with ease; her eyes opened, and she smiled widely at them as she began to dance around.

“And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather, will ye go lassie go? And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather. Will ye go lassie go?”

She danced as the elves played, coming to rest at Lindir’s shoulder as she finished gently, “Will ye go lassie go?”

Silence filled the air, and she couldn’t help but smile at the elf as he slowly began to clap, the others around following in suit, and she pranced back to where she’d originally stood and took a bow.

“Thank you, thank you,” she cooed. “I’m taking offers to be someone’s personal songstress if anyone is willing. All you have to do is feed and clothe me and I will sing for you whenever you wish.” A few chuckles sounded from Elrond and Gandalf, and she heard a clamor from down the halls. Immediately she frowned, and she looked at Elrond. “I’m going to go find those dwarves before we get banned from Rivendell.”

Elrond waved her off and he happened to look at Lindir who was watching her leave with an almost lovestruck expression. “Lindir, if I knew not better, I would believe you have fallen in love with her.”

Instantaneously, the elf stood up, jostling the table, the plate, and his wine, knocking it over. “What—I—No, oh,” he hurried, flustered as he righted everything, wiping the wine up. “I must take absence, Lord Elrond, please excuse me.”

He quickly walked off and Gandalf looked over at Elrond. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I did not a thing.”

“Teasing the poor boy.”

Elrond sighed. “I’ve been waiting for Lindir to find a wife. Who could imagine the Gods would send a human to him.”

Gandalf sat back in his seat, smiling contently. “They will make a wonderful pairing.”

The elf raised his goblet, clinking it with the wizard’s. “That they will.”

#lindir x reader imagines #lindir x reader imagine #lindir x reader #lindir imagines #lindir imagine #lindir #the hobbit #hobbit #lord of the rings #lotr #gandalf the grey #gandalf #lord elrond #elrond #rivendell

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 3 months

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How the elves prefer to kiss a short parter

(Elves are said to never really be under 6’4 and I’m thinking partners under 5’4)

Standing on a table

They find it hilarious and makes it easy to kiss you or pick you up if they want to continue the kiss elsewhere. They think it’s even funnier if you still have to go on your tippy toes.

Glorfindel and Lindir

Picking you up

Loves feeling you this close and making you feel safe. They won’t lie, they love that it means they can grab at your thighs and ass.

Haldir and Thranduil

Crouching down/On their knees

They like meeting you down to your level. If they’re on their knees it makes you both laugh but they love it because it makes them feel like they’re worshipping their sweet little love.

Legolas and Meludir

#the hobbit #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr headcanon #lotr imagine #lord of the rings headcanon #lord of the rings imagine #Glorfindel #Glorfindel x reader #Haldir #Haldir x reader #legolas #legolas x reader #Lindir #Lindir x reader #Meludir #Meludir x reader #Thranduil #Thranduil x reader

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shirefantasies · 1 month

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What Type of Kisser are The Hobbit Characters?

Did this for LoTR, it’s only fair 😉 also I accidentally did Lindir’s on that one so yes his is copy paste 🤕 warning: a wee bit suggestive at times 😄

Balin

Likes to take your hands in his first, forehead butting against yours as he pushes further, tilting his head into yours as your lips connect. Kisses you with no need for air- you are his air, water, light, the very earth he stands on and he will hold fast to you ad long as he can. Not one to initiate exploring, preferring the soft, warm connection you provide right then and there. You do feel a bit of a smile creep onto his lips when you initiate something deeper, one of his hands leaving yours to cup your cheek.

Dwalin

Teasing is his specialty, the tattooed dwarf consenting to a kiss, only to give you the slightest of pecks and pull away with a smirk or cheeky grin. 'Tis only for his love of the way you either pout or opt to yank him back in, and once you do that, good luck. You are caged in his strong arms, pushed against a tree or a wall as Dwalin claims your lips with reckless abandon. Expertly prying your lips apart for entrance he takes full advantage of, he just can't wait to see the flustered look upon your face and shrug and tease you that he gave you what you wanted...did he not?

Thorin

Loses sight of everything else when you are in his arms, bewitched by the curve of your hips beneath his strong hands and the desire in your gaze upon him. He pulls you in forcefully, but the feeling of the king's lips upon yours is the softest bliss, even as his tongue pushes through to reunite with yours. Shifts you in his arms, moving with subtlety to plant a leg between yours as he gives his long, savoring kiss. In Thorin's secure hold, you feel prized and loved, like naught in the world could compete with the love he has for you, the love he communicates so deeply even without a single word.

Oin

Whispers the most unique, funniest nothings between kisses, leaving you both giggling into the next one. He loves it when you hold his head in your hands, fingers gently tracing down the sides of his cheeks and to the edge of his beard. Holding you gently about the waist as if you were made of the most precious yet fragile glass, Oin moves his lips against yours like an expert, always seeming to know exactly how you want him.

Gloin

For as roughly as he pulls you in, his lips are so gentle, all but reverent to yours as his motions begin. Eager, though, pulling you closer and gradually ramping up the pace if you let him. Keeping one hand on your hip and the other tangled in your hair, Gloin will have you feeling utterly claimed. His tongue swipes quickly across your lips, gaining entrance and asserting immediate dominance; if you fight back for it, though, you’ll feel him smile into your parted lips.

Bifur

Butting his forehead against yours has become the signal that Bifur wants a kiss, and the grin you receive upon assent is one of the sweetest things you've ever seen. Upon your acceptance he surges forward, closing the gap; his kiss is rough, hasty, eager. A battle with naught but two victors, no real strife to be found as you both strike in perfect harmony. Expect a cheeky look after, no doubt with great pride at the way he surprised you with a nip!

Bofur

Thoroughly addicted to your lips, particularly upon his. Kisses you again and again, never just once and never without your bodies being thoroughly intertwined. Bofur's arms will be around you, one keeping you steady by the lower back and the other across you reaching up to your shoulders. Don't be afraid to let your hands roam as well, at least not if you want to feel Bofur smile, claiming your lips with even greater depth and passion.

Bombur

Sweet as they come, often pressing kisses to your cheeks and maybe your nose before moving on to your lips. Smiles into every. Single. Kiss. He shares with you. Likes to be holding hands, often both of yours in fact rather than holding you. Until, that is, you make to deepen the kiss, then like a spell he is releasing his hold upon your hands, grip shifting to gently hold the small of your back instead. Lovestruck at every turn, any stop or pause yielding a stare into your eyes like you fashioned the very earth, hung the stars above. You certainly did place the ones glistening in Bombur's eyes, after all.

Dori

Loves starting with kisses to the back of your hands, gentlemanly and so full of love and admiration your heart will be bursting before he even leans in to connect your lips. Gentle, almost hesitant in his motions, kindly surrendering to your whims and matching your pace. If he has his way, though, he prefers quick, sweet kisses, little tastes of your lips to some messy affair of exploration. Kissing you is like the most special little treasure he is always trying to save for later.

Nori

Whirlwinds of sensation, of hands upon your body and lips challenging yours with their pacing. His hands often settle at your hips, running up and down your sides and bringing smiles to his kiss if you shiver beneath his touch. His game is trying to make you gasp, be it with a swipe of his tongue or more likely a nip to your lips, so he can slide in and deepen the kiss that much more. Fast to start, long and breathtaking just about every single time it is continued. Even shorter kisses are sweeping, often literally as you’re dipped down for them.

Ori

Two interchangeable moods here: either pulling you in for one long, echoing kiss, holding fast as possible until a needed break for air, or else it simply will not just be one kiss. A peck, then another, then another until Ori is devouring your lips again and again. His hands tend to reach for the sides of your face, loving attention paid to its structure in his caresses and hold. Every soft motion an attempt to etch the feeling of your lips on his in memory, ingrain your every touch and shape in his mind for the rest of his days.

Fili

Unafraid to hold you up entirely as you kiss, his hands beneath your thighs and yours steady upon his shoulders. Mustache tickling you as he presses his lips to yours again and again, both of you breathlessly smiling. Gives you a little squeeze as he swipes the seam of your lips, requesting to ignite your passion further and all but starting up a dance when you let it spark. Lowers you only to dip you for one final kiss, soft but long, loving, appreciative of all that you give to him. Giving in return, his drawn-out kisses are thanks for shining in his life.

Kili

Trails kisses all the way up your arm, shoulder, to your neck, and finally your lips. Kissing Kili is almost like a game, a playful push and pull of your lips as he surrenders to you then surges forward again. His hands grip the small of your back or find your hair, and he loves the feelings of your hands running through his as well. Teasingly licks at the seam of your lips just to feel how you react, unable to resist a smile at your parting lips before he dives in.

Bilbo

Longing in his gaze, the hobbit cups your cheek a bit shyly, peering into your eyes for the briefest of moments before closing the gap between you. Nuzzles his nose against yours with great affection. Slowly, sensually, Bilbo savors the taste of your lips on his, taking all the time in the world to enjoy it before coming undone, forgetting himself as he gets lost in you completely. Gasps into your lips if you surprise him with a new pace or with your tongue, but know that it is a sound of gratitude and nothing more.

Lindir

Shy at first, always seemingly wondering where to put his hands as they hover. The moment you deepen the kiss, though, they’re glued to your waist like they’re meant to be there. His motions are soft, delicate, intentional as if you were his latest artwork. Goes absolutely weak in the knees if you wrap your legs around him, his hands moving like they have minds of their own to hold you up even though his has completely blanked, knowing only this feeling of you fully his. Happier than anything to let you lead, moving in total surrender to your wonderful will.

Thranduil

Takes you in his hands by the chin or the cheeks, fingers tracing along the curves of your face as his wicked grin grows. Dives in slowly but forcefully, utterly claiming you at first touch and smirking into your mouth when your body alternately tenses and relaxes. Sends sparks down your spine with the way his tongue twirls yours, moving expertly with an almost lazy cool. As if enjoying you is his very birthright and here he is to finally take it.

Bard

Pulls you against him, reveling in the feeling of your hands upon his chest. Kisses harder if he feels you tug on the lapels of his coat, acquiescing to your every unspoken command. Quick or slow, Bard’s greatest desire is to feel the connection between you, so if you would like to explore, please let him know. His motions therein are slow, hesitant, but delicious in a way unique to the bowman himself. Every kiss is like a heartful goodbye and a soaring reunion all in one.

Beorn

Soft, unbelievably gentle despite what everyone would say. Like all of nature you are something beautiful, something to be cherished and protected. Harmonious always, respecting and following your pace be it fast or slow- nothing is initiated that you do not show need for. Even the languid movements of his tongue against your lips or within their confines are somehow peaceful, grounding even as they are exciting, making you feel anchored to the moment’s warmth and significance every time.

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He wants to court you

Summary: Imagine Lindir telling you that he loves you and that he would like to court you.

Lindir X Male Reader

Word count: 1007

Warnings: no one

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You are an excellent elven warrior and healer. After your mother died, you went in search of the place she always told you about.

Rivendell.

Your mother was right, the place is beautiful and Lord Elrond welcomed you with open arms.

Because you were always teased for your knowledge and love of books in your hometown, nothing held you there after your mother's death.

Here in Buchtal they accept you as you are. Quiet, observant, and happy to keep to yourself, seems to be no fault of the elves here.

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I head towards the library to read a new book about stars. When I get there, the supervisor greets me and I nod in response. Then I walk to the shelf where I think my next book is. Gently, I let my fingers glide over the books and come to a stop at the appropriate book. Happily I pull it out and walk with it to my chamber.

Out of sheer curiosity, I don't pay attention to my surroundings and I'm already flipping through the book. As I turn the corner, I bump into something and drop the book.

Confused, I look around and see the book being held out to me.

"Mellon, you didn't hurt yourself, did you?" asks Lindir.

"No, I didn't," I whisper, taking the book with a slight smile.

"Thank you."

Lindir gives me another checking look before nodding in understanding.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"To my chamber, so I can read the book."

"Then be careful." At that, he clears a path for me and lets me through.

I give him a quick nod before continuing on my way.

"Y/N, do you want to take a walk with me in the garden tonight, we can talk about your new knowledge if you like?"

Surprised at the offer, I quickly turned back to Lindir.

"Are you sure you want to go for a walk with me there?"

"Of course y/n, I would be happy if we could meet at the fountains tonight."

"Okay, yeah sure I'd love to, I'll see you tonight then," I stammer, smiling slightly.

"I'm looking forward to it," I added quickly before taking my leave for my chamber.

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When I see from my balcony that it is slowly getting dark outside. I decided that it's time to meet with Lindir. Therefore I put the book on the desk and went to the fountain.

When I get there, Lindir is already standing there. He looks relaxed as he watches the water from the fountain.

As I approach him, he turns to me and smiles.

"I hope you haven't been waiting for me long, Lindir?"

"No, I've only been here a few moments too, Tingilya (twinkling star)."

"Shall we?"

I nod to him. And together we stroll through the garden.

I tell him what I've read in the book and he listens intently, asking great questions about it.

Which fills my heart with the feelings of happiness.

Lindir leads us to an isolated spot with a sparkling little pond.

I am surprised when I see that there are some snacks and two glasses to drink from and I glance over at Lindir. He takes my hand encouragingly and pulls me to the blanket.

Then we both sit down.

"I hope this is okay and I didn't go too far?" Unsure, Lindir looks at me.

Smiling, I look at him "It's fine, don't worry, I like it Lindir"

"Hmm, but is there a reason why you made so much effort, a simple walk had made me happy too"

"Yes, y/n I wanted to talk to you "

"I enjoy listening to you Lindir, so feel free to tell me whatever is on your mind".

"I... I know this is probably unexpected, especially since we're both men, but I love you, as much as you love the stars and the world of books, my heart has only been beating for you since you came here. I was afraid to tell you about it, but in the last few weeks I've been trying to show you with little gestures that I'm interested in you. This may sound completely crazy now. But I love seeing you close your eyes and hold your face to the wind when we are outside and you disappear into the world of books. It's a beautiful sight and in that moment I feel that I really love you. I love how your smile lights up the world when you feel the magic of adventure. You have shown me that there are so many beautiful and incredible things in this world and I have also been fascinated by your adventures as a warrior, your travels have not always been too dangerous and I can't wait to explore more of your thoughts and the world with you!

Travel

You have taken me on so many incredible journeys and allowed me to experience so many wonderful things and even though we never left Rivendell once. I crave your closeness, I like it when you keep me company while I do my chores for Lord Elrond, the silence between us is never uncomfortable.

So I wanted to tell you that I love you and if you could imagine, well, if we could both courting or if I could court you? "

"Courting me? Are you sure you want to court me, an elven knight who doesn't fit in his homeland?"

Doubting, I look into his eyes, searching for the truth.

Gently, Lindir grabs my hands and pulls me a little closer to him. His hand gently slides to my face, embracing it. His thumb gently runs over my cheek. Before his eyes catch mine.

My breath hitches in my throat when i see how much Lindir's eyes sparkle as he looks at me.

"I'm very sure y/n, if you feel something for me too, will you allow me to court you?"

I nod and lean against his hand.

"I would love to, Lindir. I love you too."

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