A New Path (Arondir x Reader)

Arondir x human!Reader

Word count: 2k // Rated: Explicit

I think this is the first Arondir x Reader fic on this hellsite, and I can’t believe I’m the only one to thirst for the hot & caring elf. Enjoy!

CW: PWP, soft smut (breast play, p in v), fluff, praise & size kink if you squint

Reader is a she, with no distinctive features.

MASTERLIST

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It is the second or third time that you see him coming into your inn. Arondir, his name is. But it’s the first time he’s alone. Usually, he’s surrounded by other elves, guards from the Watch Tower, just like him. You don’t really know why they started coming here all of a sudden, but you did not question it, everybody knows elves have sometimes motives that humans can’t understand, motives they’re not really keen on sharing anyway. They pretend to watch out for you, to protect the human realm from evil, but it’s also the perfect way to keep control of the villages, and to assert their dominance over the weak mortals. Personally, you don’t really hate elves, compared to most of your fellow humans, but it doesn’t mean you like them either. Truth be told, you saw them a lot when you were a child, and then you moved up north, and you weren’t anymore on the inspection path they took. Until today that is. 

You absentmindedly clean the wooden counter in front of you, while glancing every now and then at the elf. He has the same poise and elegance as the others, but he lacks the usual arrogance you find so annoying in the way elves look at the world. His skin is golden brown, perfectly clean, devoid of any blemishes or scars or even facial hair. This feature alone makes him stand out amongst the other human men, who are most of the time covered in grimes and mud, marked by the harshness of the outdoor life in the mountains. 

He’s sitting at an empty table in one corner of the inn, in his full ranger gear, cloak and bow and all. He lowers his hood as your boss brings him his wine and bread, and the faint light of the candles dances against his handsome face. High cheekbones, dark warm eyes, full lips. It is known amongst the humans that elves are beautiful, like the Valar had given them all the blessing of beauty, and forgotten to bless the humans equally. When you were younger, the girls in your village were secretly all smitten with the elves soldiers, making the boys your age overly jealous. He tips his head back to finish his wine, and the way his throat bobs as he swallows has you mesmerized. His tongue flashes pink over his lower lip to catch a single drop of wine there, and you wonder for a moment what it would be like to be kissed by this mouth. 

You shake out of your impure thoughts when his gaze crosses yours, making you avert your eyes. You pretend to focus on your work, hoping the warmth creeping up your face won’t give you away. In the corner of your eye, you catch what you think is a smile on his face, but you don’t really have time to delve on the meaning of this - other patrons are calling for your attention, their thirst already making them rude. 

***

The sun has set for a few hours now, and your boss is finishing tidying the main room of the inn. The rare patrons staying the night in the rooms upstairs are already in their beds. But Arondir is still there. Unbothered. You feel him watching you intently. He makes you nervous, but not in a totally unpleasant way. Finally, he sits up, coming up to the counter with his empty goblet of wine, sparing you the need to come fetch it. 

“Here.” his voice is soft and rich, dark honey. “I wonder, is there any room free for tonight?”

He inquires, a bit coy, gold-speckled brown eyes boring into yours. You’re glad you can rely on the counter to give some space and support, because damn up close his height and broadness despite his lean figure is undeniable - it makes your legs go weak and your heart flutters.

You stutter a yes, and as he takes the key to the room and leaves for the stairs, something coils into your chest and belly. Heat, frustration. Need.

***

A sip of wine and your inner pep talk were enough to have you gather the courage to come and see him in his room a few minutes after he had gone up the stairs. You had come up with a feeble excuse of bringing in more candles and another blanket, for the night was cold. 

It is true though, it’s gonna be winter soon, and the air is chill. 

He could have taken the supply and closed the door in your face, but instead he invites you, lets you enter the small room. A bed is tucked in a corner, there is a tiny fireplace on the opposite side that he has already lit up. His bow and quiver are laid at the foot of the bed. His cloak draped over a chair. 

He’s still wearing his armor, a breast-plate intricately sculpted in what appears to be wood. The face of some forest god stares back at you. Without thinking, you reach for it, letting your fingers follow the delicate design. You’re surprised by your own cunningness. Maybe you read everything wrong. Maybe he’s gonna be angry at you. How dare you, simple human, touch him, an obviously superior creature, like this? He doesn’t flinch away from your touch, but you swear you can feel his lungs expand just a little faster under your hand. 

“Do you think you can help me remove it? It’s not easy unfastening my armor on my own.” he asks, answering the silent question on your mind.

“I’ll guide you.” he adds when you nod your approval, the sentence heavy with unsaid promises. 

***

The numerous pieces of his armor are stacked on the floor. His boots next to them. His shirt is discarded not far. You can’t believe he let you remove it, like you removed all the wood, and the wool and the leather he was wearing. It feels like you’re under some sort of spell, because it can’t be the wine only. You’ve always wondered what elves looked like underneath all that fabric and armor, wondered if it wasn’t just for show, but his body is truly one of a warrior. You’re hypnotized by his beauty, the smooth skin of his chest, the hard muscles underneath. Everything so harmonious, and so perfect. He stays calm under your amazed gaze, almost amused.

Just like you did with his armor, you reach out for his naked chest, and he lets you. His skin velvety under your fingertips. Suddenly, you’re scared you’ve gone too far, but he gently catches your hand when you remove it. He brings your fingers back on his chest, laying your palm over his heart. Embolden by his silent permission, you explore more of his skin. You can feel the warmth of his body, and the urge to curl up against him to fight the chillness of the air is strong. You come just a step closer, your hand rising up his face, cupping his cheek, until you can’t resist going even higher, tracing the line of his pointy ear. He inhales loudly and you’re afraid you somehow offended him, until he leans into your touch. He closes his eyes - the knowledge he does that of his own volition given elves don’t even blink is not lost on you - and he lets out a sigh that sounds more like a purr. 

***

You don’t know much about elf customs - don’t even know much about elves bodies - especially when it comes to intimacy, but you’re glad to discover Arondir is nothing like the other men you’ve bedded. He’s surprisingly gentle for a soldier, he asks you if he can undress you as well, if that’s what you really want. 

“Let me hear your words, sweet lady” he insists when you give him only a timid nod.  “Yes, I want this…” you assure him, before starting to unfasten his pants. 

He kisses your forehead, then both your closed eyes, and then finally your lips. The kiss is light, the pillowy flesh of his lips barely pressing into your own. He murmurs something in his language, it sounds like a prayer. He doesn’t bother with the translation, yet you feel honored he spoke the words because elves usually don’t like speaking their tongue next to humans. It’s like he just shared some ancient secret with you. 

He brings you with him when he sits on the bed. You start laying on your back, but he pulls you up, makes you straddle his lap. You lift a curious eyebrow at the strange position. No men before had let you ride them like that. They preferred to throw you on your hands and knees or on your back. 

“It will be better for you” he explains when you can’t hide your puzzled expression. That’s definitely new, but you’re suddenly eager to try. 

He’s rock hard, his thick cock trapped between your bodies. You’re already wet, but the feeling of him, soft like silk and burning against your folds and belly, it makes you melt even  more. Arondir holds you like you’re something precious, his hands traveling from your waist, up your flanks until they find your breasts. He plays with the delicate flesh, always cautious, his touch never too rough. Your own hands play with the velvet of his cropped hair while you let him do whatever he wants to your body. 

He waits for you to be absolutely soaked, on the verge of begging him to fuck you already, before he lifts your hips and nudge the head of his cock at your entrance. No one had been so patient before, and it makes your heart clenches somehow. You sink on him of your own accord, his hold on your waist guiding you but not commanding in any way. The delicious burn of the stretch has your mouth open on a silent cry. He whispers words you can’t quite comprehend although they manage to sooth your ache. He nozzles against your neck while you start moving in his lap. The pleasure burns bright and sudden between your legs, heightening when he presses his fingers against the top of your slit. 

You moan and start chanting his name, strange on your tongue for it is the first time you tell it out loud. It’s not the first time you bed a man, yet you almost feel like a virgin. The thickness of his cock filling you to the brim, the exquisite way he rubs at your clit, the incredible warmth from his strong body. Eyes closed, you focus on the overwhelming sensations. 

“Look at me”, he coaxes you back to the moment, back to him. Your thighs are hurting with the effort, he surely can feel it in your slowing pace. “You’re doing so good” he praises, his features even more striking when lit by the faint flames of the candles. You bend to kiss him, and it changes ever so slightly the angle of his cock, punching against something devastating inside you. You let out a pleasured sob against his lips, your brows furrowed, and with a few more thrusts like this, you finally come. The pressure on your clit never decreases as Arondir keeps touching you through your orgasm, barely straining as your walls clench hard on the thick rod of him. 

“You look so beautiful in your bliss” he compliments, holding you strong against him and petting your hair. You try to catch your breath and Arondir gently lays you down with him on the mattress, on your side, his chest against your back. “Do you wish to go again?” he asks with a tone whose sensuality perfectly matches his husky voice. His hand slides down your thigh until he opens it up and hooks it behind his own. “Because I really want to see you shudder with pleasure once more.”

Chocolate store!!! Gramado is very well known by it"s chocolate. So to atract clients the stores have to get a bit creative <|]:)

wow thats enoght chocolate for the month, but her human ate everything the next day

She asked this house for christmas, unfortnately there were cameras :(

a little rest, after so much exploring, i think i was telling he about golden locks at that time

The real gift treasure is the friends we make along the way <|]:)

Advent Day 9 🎄🎁✨

Buddy wanted to help us decorate the tree!

I was very surprised to see a parasaur again!

My collection of wooden toys so far

Sorry for the massive delay in posts everyone! I have been busy lately with work and just life in general and couldn’t find much time to post. I should be back with it now though : )

We went out to do some Christmas shopping in a place we’ve never been to before. We had to take a short boat trip to get there

On the way there

And here is just a bunch of pictures of things I thought were cool while we were out!

I was tempted by these because I love the art on them but I didn’t cave in haha

Star Wars claw machine! C3p0 was buried so I didn’t think it would be worth the hassle

Animal Jam backpack in a charity shop

Fun Sylvanian Families display in Smyths

I love the Giraffe family!!!

Cute Spirit play set

I thought that he was SO COOL. I love that his arms and tail are rubbery. I also love how they’re in original style Star Wars packaging!

It was nice to get out and it was also fun to ride on the boat too since it was a completely different experience! I hope we will go over there again someday

🧶🐛 for the ask game <3

ok so there are two yarns in two parts of the post so i will do both uwu

🧶 - If you could be anything in the world what would you be and why?

does like, fantasy count? bc id love to be some magical woodland creature. fairy changeling, elf, druid, fairytale anthropomorphic bunny who lives in a mushroom house (connected to the mushroom internet through the mycelium spanning the entire earth). get adopted by my sylvanian families. or mermaid!!!

if we r talking realism tho, i cant pick between also forest animal, or just a child again but in a non abusive family who loves the real me and not their ideal and supports me in my dreams. without the trauma and mental illness. just to recover all those years that went into the dumpster. id keep the autism tho it defines me as a person and i wouldnt be me otherwise

🧶 - What’s your least favorite color and why?

i think its grey - i wear grey only with black in a dark mori coord, i dont really use much grey in art unless its meant to be grayscale, everything is a bit toned. every color is good within its context but there isnt much good context for gray?? with black though its perfect. i barely use any black elements in a non dark mori coord that is not entirely based around black either! i dont like black shoes, its like they dirty up the palette a bit in a way brown ones dont. but for dark mori theyre perfect! black and grey to me are just

🐛 - What is your favorite time of day?

i think the afternoon! i am a night owl, and dont like mornings, but i suffer a lot from sunlight shortage, like a plant. so, especially in winter, when there is little sun, i like the afternoon when i can catch some sun and hate to spend it at work. but in summer i like evenings more - its still sunny, but no longer blazing.

thanks for asking!!!💖💖💖

Blood bowl wood elves

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The Era Primeval (Part 2)

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With nature at harmony with the world, and the only bitter souls being that of the Giants and Orcs, the Sylvayn would make the entire northern hemisphere of Gadelon into their most fantastic sanctuary alongside the Giantfolk and Elves: Sylvania, or the Northern Sanctuary, it was called, and it alone ushered in a time of peace and prosperity that Gadelon would never see again.

Lindoren: The Great Mistake 

As the Elves under the Sylvayn lived in perpetual harmony, due to their incredible lifespans, they grew tired of the monotony of a Sylvanian life. The Elves of the Northern Sanctuary wished for a land of their own, wishing so dearly to create just as their masters had with them. As such, the Sylvayn of Dawn led these Elves towards a gulf in the east, dispensing their Primeval magics upon their elders in order to begin civilization. Suddenly, the lives of Elves were far more exciting, working day in and day out to create a grand society that the Sylvayn could be proud of. The Elves inherited the Sylvayn system of beliefs as well, leading towards a system of pacifism.

Mere years into the making of Lindoren, strange extraplanar events transpired. Portals would open briefly at the beaches, people would feel watched in lonely forests, and the temperature rose very subtly by the day. Sooner rather than later, entire Outsiders were seen walking in Lindoren, some even witnessing ghastly murders by the invaders. Having no idea what to do and not wanting to be seen as a disappointment to their masters, the Lindorian Elves remained vigilant and stubborn, avoiding the creatures at all costs until push finally came to shove.

The Crimson Slaughter of Nierr 

Seen by the masses as the beginning of the War for Lindoren, the Crimson Slaughter was a nightmarish tragedy in which the capitol of Lindoren, the spiraling tree-city of Nierr, was raided mercilessly by the diabolical forces of Law and Chaos: the Devils and Demons respectively. Every Elf the fiends saw was a soul claimed for their dominion. Seeing the land of peace as a perfect battleground, the fiends dispensed their legions upon Lindoren in order to sustain a foothold on the Material Plane. When the Demons learned of the Devils planning to do so, they decided to stop them in order to take the land for themselves. The native Elves were forced to watch as a storm of hellish invaders took over their beautiful work, the few survivors remaining being taken in as slaves to be tortured and worked to death.

The Secession of Yorn 

It wasn’t long before word of the Crimson Slaughter traveled to Sylvania. Petrified and guilt-ridden, the Sylvayn and Firbolgs congregated to ward off the Sanctuary further, while the Goliaths demanded to take the fight to the fiends instead. Too afraid of the deaths of two of their prized allies, the Sylvayn forbade them, causing a massive riot among the Goliaths that led to them claiming a sprawling northeastern peninsula that would allow them to ply the waters to Lindoren. The second the first of their warships met the water, the Goliaths were met with an incredible boom. A blizzard the size of their land had began terrorizing the populace as the peninsula was swept off into the ocean; a message from the Spirit of Frost as to what would happen to those who rebelled against the Spirits. Frost continued to terrorize the Goliaths much to the shock of Dawn, although their relentless assault seemed to steel the Goliaths, rather than bend them. In this moment, Yorn was born as its own sovereign nation, but they would not survive without a strong leader against the long dark.

- 

The War for Lindoren and Secession of Yorn mark the end of the Era Primeval. Soon after these world-shaking events, the Coldsinger would arrive to Gadelon, heralding her masses of humanity and leading them to claim the land that would become known as Singsconte. Thus, the Era Imperia would begin, and man would make their mark upon the land never meant for man.

Quando não tinha nada, um dia disseram "basta pedir com verdade, seja o maior dos sonhos, ou uma simples xícara de café, e o universo ha de atender seu pedido". Então aos poucos, cada palavra entrou no seu coração, ela deixou notas coloridas naquele livro engraçado que foi da sua vó, e continha todos os segredos do universo.

Ela pediu coisas que pareciam impossíveis, e dia após dia, foi surpreendida por milagres. Mas seu coração sabia, que tais pedidos eram tão ordinários quanto uma xícara de café, quando comparados a seu destino.

Sua alma ansiava por algo sem nome, tão familiar quanto um membro do seu corpo, tinha gosto cheiro e forma, inundando seus sentidos com lágrimas e risadas. E por um instante, ela sentiu medo. Mas se o amor vence o medo, e toda sombra quebra na luz do sol, seu sonho há de ser realizado.

O vento cantava quando batia nos sinos "seu pedido é uma ordem".