#the hobbit lindir
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Can you write a angsty story with a happy ending for Lindir x half elf-half human girl? She and Lindir grew up together and Lindir has feelings for her but his responsibilities came in the way of his feelings. One day a handsome elven lord came to the reader's family to ask her hand in marriage. Lindir saw reader was happy and chose to bury his feelings but little did he knew she felt the same way. They both decided to confess to each other and they get married.
Sorry for requesting such a lengthy story 😅
Lindir~ Longing
Synopsis: Childhood friends, Lindir can’t help but fawn over you for a majority of your lives. But when it comes time for the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings for you, an unexpected marriage proposal gets in the way of your happily ever after.
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Female Half-Elf, Half-Human MC!
A/n: ✨Angst!✨ ✨Angst!✨ ✨Aaaaangst!✨
Happy New Year, guys! I was told I had to post something before 2024, so how does 20 minutes before 2024 sound? I was supposed to post it earlier, but yesterday I was crying over angsty pseudo-relationship stuff and today I had a migraine and just woke up an hour ago. ANYWAY, last fic of the year!
I also hesitated to breathe, because shortly after I got this request, I got an emotional lashing for touching Rings of Power without permission? And anyway, Lindir’s sensitive, don’t yell at us. 🥺 mAn, Lindir's gonna make me cry again.
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The light, melodious sound of an elven maiden’s voice danced around him, drawing his feet to a standstill. From an above balcony, he watched the scene in awe. How was it possible to have hair that reflected the light of the moon, quite nearly making it look as though your hair was made of starlight itself?
Lindir’s heart melted at your beauty. Not a single elf in all of Middle Earth could hold a candle to you. He counted his blessings that your magnificence was created in Rivendell, a progeny of Lord Elrond himself; a beautiful elf you were, regardless of your half-human descendance. He had the pleasure of knowing you your whole life, something only the most fortunate elf could brag about. Still, some good it did him, when he never had the chance to tell you how he truly felt about you…
Maybe… just maybe… tonight could be that night. You were humming a delightful tune, standing on the edge of a platform, admiring the waterfalls that stretched up the side of the mountain; the shimmering silver water serving as a backdrop, complimenting your dress. If there were a better time to speak up, he was sure now was it, when his heart was fluttering and his urge to have you in his arms was strongest.
With his courage secured, he made move to descend the stairs to meet you. If only fortune were on his side. An elf maiden called out, “Lindir, Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you.”
His eyes shifted to the maiden who called him. “I’ll be there in a moment,” Lindir replied, masking how flustered he felt on the inside for missing yet another opportunity—for foolishly believing he could accomplish something so far out of his reach. Still, as he was left once again to his own devices, his helplessly longing gaze returned to you for a brief moment. You had such a bad habit of wrapping him around your finger, even when you’d done nothing at all.
Sighing, he turned on his heel. Tonight would not be the night, he lamented as he left to tend to his duties.
***
The rain was pattering lightly on the window, but yet, the sun still streamed through the clouds, making for an oddly beautiful sight. Rainbows were fairly common thanks to the waterfalls in Rivendell, but the large rainbows that stretched across the sky were another sight to behold.
Eagerly, you made your way down the hall and to the library. Peering inside, your reason for coming all this way wasn't easily found. Tilting your head, you entered, your eyes scanning the space before the quiet shuffling of paper caught your ear. Following the sound, you spotted Lindir hidden between the bookshelves, a book in his slender hands. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and for a brief moment, you debated on your choice of bothering him.
But a soft sigh left his lips, and he left you startled as he addressed you, “Is there something you require, my lady?” He didn't even look up to see you; how could he tell it was you? “Your steps are always soft and easy to recognize,” he said, as though hearing your internal dialogue.
“Well,” you smiled at him, brushing off his quirky way of recognizing you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a walk with me?”
This time his head lifted from his book, glancing at you before his gaze flickered to a window. “It's raining out.”
“Haven't you ever wanted to walk in the rain? It's nice and sunny and there's a rainbow outside,” you tried to make it sound as enticing as possible. You didn’t care if it was raining, you just wanted to spend time with him.
As much as he wanted to see you enjoying yourself in the warm rain, he sighed, returning his book to the shelf before grabbing another one to flicker through as he offhandedly answered, “Lord Elrond would not approve if you were to catch cold.” He knew your half-human side was fragile, and he wanted to protect you as best as he could.
“We don't have to tell him,” you pouted. There’s no way he’d reject you so easily. “It'd only be for a few minutes. Please, come with me, Lindir?”
He resisted the urge to groan. Why must you say his name in that manner? You made it so difficult for him to tell you no. Regardless, he didn't have time to be entertaining you, and his heart ached. How many times this month has he had to reject you because he was busy?
For the umpteenth time this month, he declined, “Unfortunately, I have more work from Lord Elrond that needs completing. You are aware that King Thranduil is paying a visit to Rivendell just next week, aren't you? I pray you haven't forgotten.”
“I haven't forgotten,” you swiftly defended yourself despite, indeed, having forgotten the date. The look Lindir shot your way told you of the grave importance of this meeting. This reminder gave you an idea… “Can I help with the preparations?”
“I…” Lindir faltered at your offer, before he sighed again, replying, “That isn't up to me to decide. Though I should say not, with how you'd forgotten the event despite my already having told you earlier this week.”
“Well, then,” you said quite confidently, “I'll just have to ask!”
Though, asking your father only ended up the same way it always ended… with him explaining that you had your own preparations to attend to. You still needed to get a dress for the occasion.
You should have been familiar with not being able to help Lindir, not being able to be around him for more than five minutes, or simply not being able to see him for extended periods. You weren't sure what happened after you both got older… It wasn't like you lived in separate worlds where you never got to see one another. Since when… did he neglect your feelings for his ‘righteous duty’ and ‘responsibilities’? Not that you could blame him… he served your father, Elrond, of all people, and you knew he was a busy elf Lord. You suppose you’d just have to be patient and wait for Lindir to come to you on his own time, when he wasn’t busy, and when he wanted to see you… if he wanted to see you.
***
Lindir felt like he had gone over this list a dozen times, making minor changes each time he set eyes on it. But this was the final look-over and there could be no mistakes. King Thranduil was not one to overlook mistakes, and Lindir would surely suffer an earful if Lord Elrond were to hear but a single complaint from the King of the Woodland Realm. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead. When had things gotten so stressful?
A heavy sigh filled the air, though, to Lindir’s surprise, it wasn’t his own. His eyes flickered around the room, but no one seemed particularly bothered enough to let out such an aggrieved sigh. Peering out of the open window, he found the source of the sigh. You were sitting on a nearby bench, a notebook in hand.
At first, he thought he might have been mistaken about the source, until another sigh left your lips. His heart ached at the thought that you could have been upset over something. But then… why couldn’t you have simply asked someone for help rather than stewing alone in silence?
He was tempted to spare time to go out and console you himself, but again, he was interrupted from his concerns. An elf called for his attention, “Lindir, I’m not sure that this is going to be ready in time for their arrival.”
Lindir’s eyes swiftly shot to the elf at attention. “That’s not sufficient. If any hands can be spared, do so. We’ll not still be setting up when they arrive. We don’t want to look unprepared for their presence. I’ll look into it myself.” Pausing before leaving the room, he thoughtfully added, “If there is a spare moment, can someone check on Lady (Name)? I…” He didn’t want to admit to fretting over you like a worried mother. So, he excused, “I need to ensure she’s prepared for tomorrow.” This time, an aggrieved sigh did leave his lips as he left the room in a hurry.
***
Pattering of feet and clinking of dishes echoed through the halls, the air buzzing with both excitement and apprehension. Oddly, you felt neither of those things. It wasn’t in your interest to impress a friend of your father—if friend was what Thranduil was.
Sighing, you watched the flurry of excitement; elves rushed this way and that to make sure everything was perfect for King Thranduil’s arrival. You understood what all the fuss was about, of course, but everything looked good to your eyes. You didn’t understand what they were fretting over; they’d been at this all morning.
Perhaps you were disinterest in their hard work was because your eyes had been glued to one specific elf since you’d entered the courtyard. Lindir looked to be beyond himself with worry as he tried to make sure everything was set according to plan. At most, they had maybe an hour before everything needed to be finalized. Though, each time you set eyes on Lindir, it seemed like he vanished into thin air the moment something crossed your path, and you lost sight of him.
Your attempts to even speak with him were in vain, as he eluded you each time—though you were sure it wasn’t on purpose. He, as always, had his duties to attend to. You couldn’t blame him when the success or failure of this festival rested on his shoulders. You could only pray in your heart that when the sun had finally set and the music rang through the halls that he would be able to relax and enjoy the festival of starlight. Lindir deserved to enjoy the evening along with the rest of Rivendell and those from the Woodland Realm who accompanied Thranduil. Maybe… Just maybe, then you’d be able to have a moment with him.
Accepting the fact that you were never going to be able to catch Lindir at this rate, you resigned to joining your father and sister, waiting for the arrival of the elves of Mirkwood.
Arwen glanced at you from the corner of her eye before vaguely asking, “Any word?”
You shot her a look that told her to hold her tongue in the presence of your father. “Not a single one, and I’d rather not have a word from you either.”
Elrond looked back at the two of you, his gaze studious as he glanced between you. Slowly, he commented, “Your tongue is rather sharp this evening.” Of course, it was his off-handed way of asking you to open up. You wanted to glare at Arwen for making Elrond take interest in your conversation. The last thing you wanted was for him to stick his nose in your business—your business being your little crush on his seemingly unremarkable advisor.
Luckily, Arwen was there to save you an explanation as she smoothly excused, “She must be feeling the stress of the others. It’s not often we host the King of the Woodland Realm for an occasion such as a festival of starlight.”
“Indeed,” Elrond’s eyes stayed trained on you before he turned his head with a nod. “The King hardly leaves his halls. I feel this will be a festival worth remembering.” And you had to agree with that statement—at least, you hoped so.
Though, as you had expected, it was only a matter of time before Lindir had to join the three of you. Welcoming Thranduil into Rivendell was upon the most important things to be done, and Elrond’s advisor had to be there for courteous purposes.
Lindir, however, paused upon approach, his gaze lingering on you the minute you both locked eyes. His lips had opened as if to say something, but no words came out immediately. He said nothing until he caught the eyes of both your father and sister, to which he shyly complimented, “You're both beautiful, my ladies.” Of course, complimenting you and Arwen was his best move, as opposed to his continued staring.
As he quickly joined Elrond’s side, Arwen shot you a suggestive look in regard to Lindir. Waving her off, you tried not to pay much mind to how close you and Lindir were standing to one another. There was no time for that… If anything, you only had to hope that he would spare you a moment of his time at the festival. But here and now you couldn’t carelessly be sparing glances to Lindir when you were going to be greeting a King.
It was supposed to be an official greeting from one noble to another… However, as soon as the party of elves arrived with King Thranduil, your eyes glittered at seeing another life-long friend of yours at the King’s side. He seemed to get equally excited upon seeing you as well. “(Name)!”
“Legolas!” Now, he wasn't someone you thought you were going to be seeing. Or maybe… he slipped your mind while you were busy placing your attention on the unattainable Lindir…
But the minute Legolas had you in a tight embrace, you forgot about your unrequited love. For the moment, all you wanted to do was catch up with an old friend—even if it disrupted the sophisticated atmosphere of a King entering Rivendell.
***
Lindir would have sagged his shoulders in relief if he weren't trying to maintain a decent image—it didn't matter so much that Lord Elrond praised his good work and gave him permission to enjoy the festival. It was difficult to enjoy himself when… you weren't beside him.
He'd been working hard this whole time with the hopes that tonight might have been the night he told you how he felt…
His hard work paid off… only for you to spend a great deal of time hanging off of Prince Legolas’ arm. Lindir supposed he should accept fate as it was: Legolas was a noble, someone who could make you a queen one day. You deserve the best, and Lindir was far from the best.
Taking his failure to heart and not having the spirit to hang around the festival, he took a walk through the lightly illuminated paths of Rivendell. It was a familiar path… One that you and he used to walk together often. Just down the path, he walked, seeking the lonely courtyard that sat hidden behind a beautiful range of waterfalls.
Though, upon turning a corner, he quickly had to backtrack, concealing himself beside the shadow of a pillar. Just ahead, there was a couple that was barely noticeable in the dim lighting.
On the verge of turning around and leaving them in peace, Lindir paused, your voice catching his ears.
It was then that he noticed the pair was none other than you and Legolas. He knew he shouldn't have been intruding on the private moment, but he couldn't bring himself to turn away, especially with what he overheard Legolas saying, “You know… I have to agree. For as long as we’ve known each other, we’re compatible. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m asking for your hand in marriage insincerely. Still, I value your opinion and your desires above all else. Would you at least consider…?”
“Legolas…” You whispered his name. Lindir could only watch silently as you wrapped your arms around Legolas’ neck and that… that’s what told Lindir this dance was over… It was time for him to let go of his loss. He could only stare for another heart-wrenching moment as the two of you embraced, sharing hushed words as if you were already a married couple.
Turning once again, Lindir made a swift retreat. This entire event made sense now. The reason Lord Elrond placed much of his time and effort into making sure it was impeccably arranged… was because it was to be the night of your engagement. Lord Elrond must have previously come to this agreement with King Thranduil, meaning that you couldn’t refuse, even if you wanted to. Though, logically, Lindir knew you wouldn’t reject Prince Legolas.
Lindir walked down the path, making his way back to the lively festival. This path that was so familiar to him suddenly turned into something that made his heart ache. Fond memories of you that swirled around in his head were like shards of glass made to pierce his heart.
But… he only had himself to blame. If he hadn’t neglected you all this time, then perhaps… perhaps you would have looked at him.
No. He had no chance. Legolas had always been more deserving of your affection, however sparse the woodland prince was in your life. At least the young prince could eagerly sweep you off of your feet, unlike Lindir, who only seemed capable of disappointing you as of late.
Besides, your marriage would only strengthen the bond between Mirkwood and Rivendell, undoubtably. There were only good things that could come from this union. There were a million ways Lindir could justify how right it was for you to be with Legolas, but none of it seemed to stop the agony that assailed his heart.
Lord Elrond was correct… This festival was, indeed, an unforgettable one…
Inhaling softly, Lindir came to a decision. This was fine—all of it. There was nothing more for him to do regarding your well-being now that you were in Legolas’ capable hands. Lindir would just begin preparing for the aftermath of the festival. At the very lease, he still had a job to complete, and he couldn’t disappoint Lord Elrond because he was heart sick, of all things.
***
Fortunately for you… Legolas happened to be very understanding of your position when you explained to him why you couldn’t agree to this arranged marriage. In a marriage, as the two of you came to coincide, there was love to be expected—and not forced love either.
Now, it wasn’t that the two of you were unable to love each other; you were sure you would get along just fine if it really came down to the two of you getting married. However, Legolas understood completely that you were simply in love with someone else. Your heart raced for another who was not Legolas, and so long as it was in his power, he was going to help you express these repressed feelings.
Coming to such an agreement, Legolas wasted no time in helping you search for your missing love: Lindir.
With no luck between the two of you, though you were loath to address your all-knowing sibling, you knew she would possibly be able to help. Considering she had been present at the festival all night, you were sure she was the perfect person to go to in regard to finding Lindir.
Luckily, you made just the right call. “Then you’ve finally come to terms with your feelings…” Arwen displayed a soft smile, agreeing to help. However, she didn’t seem to need your help for this part, as she ushered, “Stay, enjoy the festival. Grab a drink with Legolas.” She gestured for you to return to your waiting friend. “I’ll return shortly with all the answers you hope to find.”
“Arwen…” You almost deflated in front of her, quite nearly put-off with how she was ushering you back to Legolas. But… you knew she was being genuine, and you couldn’t help but smile slightly in return as Arwen walked off, leaving you alone once again. “Thank you.”
Your sister simply smiled in return to your earnest response before leaving you alone once again.
Only, when you returned to the festival per Arwen’s previous ushering, you failed to find Legolas. It wasn’t odd that you couldn’t find him in such a crowded scene, but even the nearby elves couldn’t give you answers as to where your friend disappeared to.
In any case, you were sure Arwen would be quick in her task, and Legolas was probably still off on his noble search for Lindir. At this rate, you felt like everyone was searching for Lindir but you… And while Arwen told you to remain at the festival and enjoy yourself, that was turning out to be a rather difficult and tedious task.
Besides, now that you were alone with your scrambled thoughts, you were feeling the pressure of reality. Arwen and Legolas were searching for Lindir for you… so you could convey your deepest feelings for him. You were sure he would refuse your feelings, simply because he already owed you that loyalty as a servant of Rivendell. Not to mention, he wasn’t the sort to conceal his true feelings very well; to put it simply, he was horrible at it.
The one time dwarves were in Rivendell, he had enough trouble hiding his disdain for them. You were sure this would be no different. He always had to tolerate you because you were Elrond’s daughter. Who was to say he wouldn’t consider it entirely unprofessional? There were a ton of excuses you could think up as to why Lindir might reject you.
All you could do was wait for the time to come. And so you waited quietly by a fountain, brushing your fingers across the silver surface, reflecting the light of the stars above.
***
Lindir’s heart was racing uncomfortably. He was informed by Arwen that you were in trouble and needed his help immediately. Despite not being able to answer why she couldn’t be of any help to you—why did it have to be him?—Lindir was quick to rush down the familiar walk ways to return to the festival.
He wasn’t sure what the issue was that required his attention so direly, but he understood upon seeing you alone… so melancholic—you were like an angel of starlight in his eyes once again, your beauty unfailing.
For a brief moment, he wondered where Legolas was… only to have the thought that perhaps things had not worked out as the two of you had hoped. Now, his heart did not ache because of you… but for you.
Quietly, he weaved his way through the festive elves, coming up beside you. You still hadn’t acknowledged him, so, he quietly addressed you, “My Lady… What brings you such sorrow on such a joyous evening?”
“Lindir…” Your eyes were quick to flicker to him, and for a moment, your sorrows were all but forgotten. Being in his presence was enough to make you forget yourself. All seemed well in your world until it came time for you to answer his question. This time… you had to be honest. Though, your words were shaky and unsure. “I- I only…”
Lindir was unused to you being so demure and bothered. You were usually more certain of yourself and intent on bothering him at the worst of times. This wasn’t like you.
For the second time since finding you, he wondered if he truly was the right person to be beside you, solving your still-unspoken problem. Was this not supposed to be the job of your betrothed? He let out a soft breath. “I… do not mean to pry. But does this have to do with Legolas? You’ve been with him all evening, up until now.” He tilted his head as if teasing you to try to lighten the mood. “Has my lady gotten lost in her own home?”
You couldn’t help but let out an amused huff—he had at least succeeded in making you smile somewhat. “It wasn’t that I lost Legolas,” you admitted, your cheeks burning as you dared yourself to continue your sentence, “I lost you, Lindir.”
Lindir was surprised to hear you say that. His eyes were wide before he dared to ask, “Were you searching for me, my Lady…?” He was hesitant to join you as you gestured for him to sit beside you on the fountain’s edge, but he couldn’t say no to you when you so clearly wanted this.
“I searched everywhere… but it was like you vanished entirely. I feel like that’s been happening more as of late.” Though your cheeks revealed how flustered you were, your eyes shone with despair. Lindir wanted nothing more than to rid you of any ailments, so that he could only see that joyous glimmer in your eyes. But… was it his fault you were in this state? He didn’t have an answer until you continued, “Each time you disappear from sight, my chest feels heavy, and I get terrified that I’ll never see you again.”
“I’m here,” he said reassuringly, though, he wasn’t entirely sure what to say to the betrothed of a prince. There were only so many ways he could comfort you and hope to remain on Legolas’ good side. Still, this was starting to sound more like a personal jab. Had he truly been so neglectful? “(Name)...” For once, he dropped the honorifics, and you felt your heart skip as his hand gently laid on top of yours. “I’m here now. Tell me, what’s on your mind?”
He was gazing at you earnestly. He genuinely wanted to know what was bothering you and if it was within his ability to fix. But he was surprised when you uncharacteristically, and very bluntly, asked, “Why are you always too busy for me?”
The question took him off guard. There was a completely logical answer to the question, though… if he was being honest, he was too flustered to admit it outright. Hesitantly, however, he did tell you the truth, “I have kept myself busy and have done my work diligently, all with the hopes that I would have personal time to spend with you.” He averted his gaze, having more to add, but certain it was an inappropriate time to mention it. Still, your eyes implored him to speak more of his secrets, and he loathed your prying gaze. “I had hoped to have done a well enough job that I would have free time to spend with you at this festival.”
And just like that, he admitted his failed plan of the night; he genuinely did want to spend time with you. While he expected his explanation to be one-sided, you were astonishingly quick at admitting a secret of your own, “I wanted to spend time with you too, Lindir, but you were always so busy for my father. Even before this festival,” you thought to add that last part. “I like you, Lindir, and I’m so…” You trailed off, struggling to find a word to describe your feelings—something Lindir always thought was endearing about you. “I’m so miffed with you!”
“I understand,” he replied slowly, albeit surprised. He couldn’t hide the hesitation in his tone—he was confused. More than confused, his heart was in more pain than ever. “My Lady—” Yet again, he was putting emotional distance between the two of you. “—what of Prince Legolas? The covenant is already arranged; there is no getting out of it.”
“Well,” you spoke coyly, telling Lindir that you knew more than he did. “Legolas and I were talking about that earlier. He was the one who wanted to help me find you in the first place because… well… he agrees with me that we simply weren’t ready for marriage in the first place.”
Lindir hated that you were suddenly being so straightforward with him. Well, he hated it just about as much as he loved it. He could hardly hide his pink cheeks as he made a quick excuse, “(Name), think of the thought that must have gone into this by your father and King Thranduil. It’s not often King Thranduil leaves his kingdom, which means this night was of great importance. I can think of no other reason than that this night was clearly strictly for you and Prince Legolas. This is no time for-”
“I don’t think any of their opinions matter as far as loving someone else is concerned,” you suddenly interrupted him, causing a thick silence to fill the air.
Lindir was left flustered by your bold statement, and couldn’t muster a single thought other than that… you loved him. You said it. It was the first time he heard you say it, though it was ever so slightly indirect, he knew it was directed at him. Still, he wouldn’t jump to conclusions, though he knew all fingers were pointed at one solid conclusion that he’d been ignoring. He patiently asked, “Is this what’s been bothering you today?”
“It’s been bothering me,” you pouted, making him avert his gaze in guilt. You didn’t seem like you were letting him off easy tonight as you accused, “You’ve been ignoring me.”
“I apologize for that…” He paused after his reluctant apology. He knew he was in the wrong, but there was still a lot to be discussed. There were so many unspoken feelings, and so many obstacles that came as a result of these feelings if they were to be addressed appropriately. After a guilt filled moment, he finally spoke again, “Are you certain this is how you feel?”
You unwaveringly nodded, dissuading his doubts with a firm “Yes.”
“Then…” Lindir sighed, finally giving into his overwhelming feelings. “I should admit, in return, that I love you as well.” For once, he shared everything with you, knowing you deserved to know the truth behind his seemingly cruel actions. “The reason for my neglect would partially be because of my duties, but also because you deserve someone better. I… may have been… jealous… over Legolas proposing to you with his arranged marriage, but in the end, I had the thought that you would be better off with a prince.”
You nodded, seemingly understanding what he was saying. He felt relieved that you didn’t think he was intentionally trying to hurt you. “The only thing…” you started softly, “is that I don’t love Legolas like that—not when you have my heart.”
“That…” Lindir faltered, an uncharacteristic move for him. For once, he was speechless. “That wasn’t how this was supposed to go.”
You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”
He huffed in frustration, venting, “I was supposed to admit my feelings to you first… but Legolas showed up…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Regardless, I suppose now isn’t the time for that. Now, let me tell you the truth.” Feeling brave for once, he leaned closer to you. His hand was still resting on yours on the cool stone bench surrounding the fountain. His tone was soft as he whispered, “(Name), I love you.”
He adored the way your eyes lit up at such a simple phrase. It made his heart flutter to be telling you at long last. The smile that graced your features was one he’d remember for a long time as you whispered back, “I love you too, Lindir.”
There would be a time when you would both need to address this with others… namely your father… but for the time being, all that mattered was the two of you. There were many affectionate and tender moments that needed to be made up for, after all, and you had many hours under the glistening stars to do so.
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My Loyal Servant
Lindir x elf! fem reader
I do not own the gifs used
One-shot
warning: angst, slight smut _ Minors DNI !!!
backstory: You are one of Elrond's daughters who met Lindir during your 'teenage' years and now you are both adult elves.
[y/n pov]
" princess." I turned around to come face to face with yet another suitor that my father has chosen for me.Prince Legolas of Mirkwood .
" yes ?" I looked up at him, I had been staring off into the beautiful view of the many mountains surrounding us and the breathtaking sun set.
" I do not wish to marry anyone, you are very beautiful but-"
" I know Prince Legolas, I know you wish to explore and do nothing more than to find your own path, I... I want to follow my own path as well."
" Then why don't you join me ? Perhaps you may discover a warm hearth of your own."
" No, I found mine, but alas my father does not approve."
He looked into the distance staring at the same sunset I had found myself lost in," I was once the same, loved someone who my father did not approve. "
" What happened to them ?"
" They loved another..."
" I'm sorry."
He smiled and nodded before getting up and bowing." I will be taking my leave princess."
I simply smiled and stayed seated. Will I lose the one I love as well ?
" my lady ?" I look up to see the one person who brightens up my world, Lindir.
" yes Lindir ?" I asked, " Your father requests to see you."
I smiled and got up, Lindir offered his arm and escorted me to the beautiful gardens, there my father was sitting enjoying a cup of tea.
" You wished to speak to me father ?" I asked.
He stood and offered the seat next to him and nodded towards Lindir, causing him to leave.
" We have much to speak about my dear."
I sat next to my father on the bench and asked," What are we going to speak about ?"
" Your marriage to Prince Legolas."
" Father.... I think Legolas and I are not suited for one another."
" Nonsense ! You two are perfect, both are high elves from esteemed families."
" I-Father, I love someone else."
" You do not know what love is, you are infatuated with someone else, but once you marry Legolas that infatuation will disappear. "
" B-but father... I know its love."
" Do not speak back to me ! It has been settled that you will marry Legolas !"
" Arwen was able to marry Aragorn ! Why can I not choose who I wish to marry ?!"
" And Arwen will pay the consequences with her own life, she chose the path of a human."
" But father- he is not hu-"
" Lindir will no longer be your personal servant, he will move elsewhere in the palace."
" BUT FATH-"
" No buts!" he got up and quickly walked away as I clenched my fists, How could this happen ? How did he know ?
I felt the tears slip out as I stared into the garden ahead of me, remembering the countless Times that I sat here with Lindir wishing to run away together.
Why does he not let me choose my own path ?
" Princess?"
That sweet voice, I turned to see a concerned Lindir. I sniffed and tried wiping my tears and threw on a smile," He knows ."
He looked at me," I know."
" How ?" I asked. He looked down," Because I told him."
My eyes widened as I looked straight into his eyes," Why ?!"
" Beca-because I no longer love you."
I looked him straight into his eyes, hoping to see his true emotions, but all I saw was coldness, nothing but venom.
I shook my head and walked away. Once I felt the distance I began to run away into my bedroom and threw myself onto my bed.
It seemed like everything was being destroyed, how could he not love me after he had told me I reminded him of the beautiful stars in the night sky. With determination I sat up and walked out making my way towards the servant quarters.
Once I made it to his room I did not knock, my anger blinded me as I walked in," I will not-"
I was cut off at the screaming and scuffling, before me was Lindir, his bare chest in full view, he was changing his clothing.
" Princess-"
I cut him off," Silence, do not speak but listen. I- You are a horrible person Lindir, you lull me with such sweet and kind words, tell me you loved me and gave me my first kiss, yet suddenly you decide that you no longer love me anymore ?! Why have you played with my heart ? Do my feelings not matter ?!" I was waving my arms, my anger was beginning to sizzle into sadness.
"I.. Please princess do not make me do this."
" Do what ?!"
" You deserve to be with someone of the same standing, someone grand, someone who can buy you everything your beautiful heart desires, the finest silks for a beautiful face and body, all the books for the most brilliant mind. I can not offer that, I am simply a Servant."
" When are you going to get through you thick skull that I do not want nor need that ! I love you and I always chose you." I Yelled out, my chest puffing as I was trying to catch my breath from yelling and clenching my fists against my robes.
He did not utter a word until I turned around and said," so be it, I will Marry Legolas, he will love me, kiss me, make sweet love to-"
I was cut short as he pushed me against the wall, his bare chest pressing against my back," do...do not utter such words." he growled.
"why does it bother you? You already told me that you do not love me anymore." I felt the tears fall from my eyes as I looked into Lindir's," Am I so easily disposable to you ?" I felt my voice break.
He grabbed my cheeks and pulled my face into a long and -passionate kiss, " You could never be disposed of, you're the love of my life, but you know we can not be together."
I looked down at my feet, he was right, my father will only send Lindir away and I would still be forced to wed Prince Legolas and move into Mirkwood.
" Please, can we be together for one more night ?" I looked back up as I pleaded, knowing this would truly be the last time we would see one another as lovers. He placed his forehead against mine as he whispered, " as you wish my love."
I had finally retreated back into my quarters after I had spent the day avoiding my father and acting normal with the new maid at my side. She had finally left me alone and I stood staring outside of my window at the beautiful stars. How cruel was this life that I could not even spend it with the one that I love ?
I heard a very quiet knock, I got up and opened the door quietly to see Lindir. He quickly latched his lips against mine and closed the door behind him. We fell atop of my bed and continued kissing.
His touch felt like electricity on my skin as we both undressed one another. The moon was illuminating the room as the small candle in the corner of my bedroom was slowly dimming itself.
The thought itself of letting go brought more tears to my eyes and down my cheeks. He looked at me lovingly and kissed my tears away and whispered endless 'I love you' to me.
He left a trail of kisses from my jaw down towards the valley of mu breasts, leaving marks on them and abusing the skin. Knowing it was the last time we could have these moments I gripped the bed sheets under me tighter trying to surpass these thoughts as he whispered," just focus on me, my love, It's just us and no one else. "
I looked into his eyes and nodded and placed both of my legs atop of his shoulder and he placed kisses between my lips. He slowly began to drag his tongue between them placing pressure on my clit as he rubbed the outside of my needy hole. I found myself becoming wetter by the second as he inserted a finger into it and continued to suck and abuse my cunt. I felt euphoria. It was just us and no one else.
" Come undone my love, I am here to savor every moment of it."
And I did come undone as I gripped the bedsheets and moaned, secretly hoping no one could hear the lewd noises coming out of my being.
He then came back up and kissed my lips and held me in his arms.
" Please let me in."
I felt him slowly coming inside me, the pain was excruciating, but nothing could compare to the pain I will feel after this night is over. We became one as he held my hands and began thrusting, He never once stopped kissing me, I felt his tears fall onto my face, the saltiness mixing into the kiss.
The moon was bright, illuminating our sweaty bodies, the candle died. He pulled out and laid on my chest after we both reached ecstasy, basking in each others warmth.
He cried into my chest, I felt pain in my chest as I stoked his hair. He kissed my forehead, cheeks, then lips.
" I am so sorry my love, I would do anything just to be with you." I felt myself whimper and hug him close, " Lindir...I don't want to leave you."
" I know my love.."
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That did not stop him from leaving my room in the middle of the night. There I was.... laying in my bed, despite the many furs covering my skin, I still could feel the cold.
perhaps in another life we can meet again....
AN: Sorry I kinda lost sight of this story, so apologies if its a little messy.
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my library
here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help
will update the list as I read
Thorin
Smoke, iron and Thorin
Fire and Gold
Learning Khuzdul
Braid of Gold
Thorin being soft
The Beauty of Chance
Those Hands
Misunderstanding
The arrival
A king's crown
Covered In Steam
There's just inches in between us
Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews
In This Moment
Agreement
Symphony of your life
Oh so quiet
Confession
Find Your Way Back
Fili
fili oneshots
Moonrise
The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident
Stay with me
The Redeemer
Durin's Garage
Restless
Kili
The book keeper
insecurities
The beauty and the Beast
getting back at Kili for teasing
My Treasure
Madly in love
It's in his kiss
Love Bites
Sway With Me
Wood Carvings
Softly. . .
Sweet like nectar
A Shot in the Dark
Beorn
Early Mornings
Beorn takes care of you when you're injured
Linger
Legolas
Watcher of Wanderers
The Innocence of Brutality
Blessing
Sensitive
Being best friends with Legolas
Hazy Memories
Spellbound
Thranduil
Bookworm
Relax
Best friends father
Fascination
Flower On My Skin
To Meet Under the Stars
Passenger Princess
Autumn Thunderstorm
I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed
Haldir
Gentle Dark
Lindir
My Heart Is In Your Hands
Moonlight
Just a Little Help
Warriors Great Tales
The Fountain
Return to Me
Èomer
Burnt Bread
A Helping Hand
Wildest Dreams
Falling In Love With A Librarian
SFW alphabet
Happiness
A Roll in the Hay
Blessing
Turning Points
More characters
various characters oneshots
Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.
Journey to Erebor
Hair braiding
Elves + Braiding
What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?
The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)
A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company
Cuddling With Thorin's Company
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.
The LOTR characters reacting to a modern reader
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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
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How your elven lover kisses you/ shows affection
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in public he’s a model of maturity. He offers you his hand and holds the door.
Will occasionally place a kiss on your hand or cheek when he can.
Will put an arm around you if you’re feeling uncomfortable.
When alone, he’s still gentle and caring.
Kisses all over your face.
Cuddles if you want them.
Thranduil:
he doesn’t care if your in public, he is going to kiss you.
Constantly pulling you to his chest.
Would carry you all over if he could.
Teasing you constantly.
Alone he’s insane. You’d think he’s been touch starved.
Holds you in his lap
Neck bites
Long passionate kisses
Falls asleep with you in his arms.
Haldir:
isn’t big on PDA the farthest he’ll go is gently holding your hand, but only if you ask him to or he senses your uncomfortable.
Uses a different tone with you than he does everyone else.
Once it’s just the two of you, he’s a completely different person.
Snuggles
Lets you play with his hair (always falls asleep if you do)
Butterfly kisses for days.
Clings to you like a child.
Elrond:
Will gently squeeze your shoulder as he walks past.
Soft smiles when no one is looking.
Not big on PDA.
once it’s just the two of you, its gentle snuggles usually while he reads you a book or plays with your hair.
Occasional kisses on the top of your head.
Is a softy.
Lindir:
to the untrained eye, you and lindir just seem to be good friends but there are signs, though only the people he’s really close to can see the signs.
He shows you subtle PDA by simple acts of service such as bringing you tea or grabbing something from another room that you may have forgotten.
If you’re sitting at a table, he’ll occasionally take your hand when he knows no one can see it.
Once alone however, if you aren’t each others center of attention he gets clingy.
Pulls you away from what you’re doing so he can have quality time with you.
Goes from soft and submissive in public to straddling you in the bed while placing kisses over your entire body. Is still gentle with you though.
Then suddenly, he needs you to baby him and hold him tight.
Loves to play lay with your hair.
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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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Elrond : *sliding a photo across the table* I need you to shoot this guy on the leg
Legolas : my lord Elrond, but this is your picture
Elrond : Thranduil and Glorfindel want me to try zumba
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Exhausted
Pairing: Lindir x reader
Summary: After a long day of work, Lindir is tired and wants to cuddle with his wife.
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It had been a long day of work, but now it was all done and you could go back home to your husband.
It was rare that there was so much work to do in Imladris, so you assumed that Lindir wasn't there yet. But as soon as you opened the door, you realised that you had been wrong in your assumption.
Lindir was lying on his back on the bed you shared. He hadn't even bothered to snuggle up in the blanket or put it over him, but simply lay on top of it.
His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow. But even in his sleep, his forehead had creased into a few worry lines, as the stress and worries of the day must have followed him to sleep.
Even the clothes he was wearing were the ordinary everyday clothes he usually wore and not his sleeping clothes.
You quietly closed the door behind you and slipped into the room.
Slowly you crept over to Lindir and gave him a very gentle kiss on the worry lines on his forehead.
He groaned softly and you hoped you hadn't woken him.
You quietly took off your shoes and loosened your hair from your braid. Then you quietly slipped into your nightgown and fetched a cosy blanket from the wardrobe, as you were reluctant to wake Lindir to get the heavy blanket he was sleeping on.
Just as you sat down on the bed and tried to spread out the blanket, you felt Lindir's arms wrap around you and pull you close.
"Awake?" you asked, giggling softly.
Lindir buried his face in the crook of your neck and mumbled something you didn't understand.
You moved your head so that you could kiss him on the hair and said softly, "My poor Lindir! So overworked! Would you not like to put on something comfortable? I am sure you could sleep much better after that."
But Lindir shook his head.
"No?" you asked a little amused and gently wrapped the blanket around you both.
"I just need you, then I can sleep well," he whispered and nuzzled his face even deeper into the crook of your neck.
You, whose exhaustion was slowly catching up with you too, closed your eyes and let yourself fall into a deep sleep surrounded by your husbands arms.
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RAZZY’S 3K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION
↳ Anonymous asked: Lindir or Elrond?
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Legolas : I can't wait to meet Lady Mîr, I have heard that she's so beautiful, so patient-
*Lindir scream past him as Mîr chases him down with a fork for calling her tiny cat again*
Legolas : so wise in decision-making-
Mirkwood Elf Guard : That's Lady Mîr, right? She's so unco-
Legolas : Now, Now, Don't we want to keep our jobs?
Mirkwood Elf Guard :
Legolas : so gentle.......oh! I can't wait to OFFICIALLY meet her.
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Hello my lovely lady. 💓 I was wondering if you could write a, Lindir x female elf reader story? Lindir appears in the hobbit movies. Please ✨🥺
Lindir~ Purposeful
Synopsis: Lindir is surprised to find you, his long-time crush, traveling with a company of dwarves. He’s fearful for your life, so what can he say that will get you to stay by his side?
🍃Masterlist🍃
Female Elf MC!
A/n: To start, I was looking up videos on YouTube to get more familiar with Lindir and the first commercial I got was “Lindor, made to melt you” and I wheezed over it for the longest hour of my life. 💀 I was destined to be a Lindir simp; the YouTube gods have foretold thus.
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The clean air of day was a welcome thing in Rivendell, it was always such a peaceful place and its magic was enough to soothe even mental ailments. Well… it was mostly always peaceful, if you consider that a company of dwarves—even if small—was a rare sight.
To make this company even stranger, Lindir was most interested in the fact that a familiar elf-maiden was traveling with a bunch of rowdy dwarves, an unassuming hobbit, and a gray wizard—but this elf-maiden wasn’t just any elf of Middle Earth… You were an elf that he had once held affections for… and oddly, upon being in your vicinity again, his feelings seemed to blossom strongly. How was it you managed to hold his heart for so long?
He wasn’t originally going to disturb you while you took your rest in Rivendell before heading out into the wilds of the world… but per Lord Elrond’s orders, Lindir was the one to make sure the guests were comfortable—that included you. And where else should he have found you besides on a balcony, looking over the beauty that was your home land?
You had clearly heard him approach you, so it didn’t startle you when he suddenly commented, “You’re not with your companions.”
You lifted an eyebrow. “Should I be?” You were sure that even Lindir would understand that you just wanted to relish being home while you had the chance.
After a half-second of hesitating, Lindir asked, “What is a maiden doing with… this lot?” He picked his words slowly and carefully, not meaning to offend you if you just so happened to prefer the company of dwarves to your own kind.
“Gandalf is a dear friend, and I agreed to join this company on his behest,” you answered as if it were a noble mission, and not some game of death that had the potential of a dragon killing you all at once. “And… if I’m being honest, I traveled with them because Gandalf said we’d be passing through Rivendell.” You paused again, quietly adding, “I haven’t been home in a while…”
“You haven’t,” Lindir agreed, though he looked almost neglected as he quietly asked, “Is that truly the only reason you came?”
In truth, you had craved to visit Rivendell specifically for the chance to see Lindir again, but now that he was in front of you, you didn’t know how to make words. You could only shyly utter, “It’s one of my reasons…”
Even after all the time you spent away from Rivendell, things never changed between the two of you; you were always dancing around one another, neither saying what you really meant.
Lindir tested, “You're truly following them to face a dragon?” That was the harsh reality you faced; and you could tell Lindir was worried about you.
Things fell into a tense silence as you stared whimsically at the waterfalls. Instead of answering his question, you tried to brush it off and say, “I'm helping them return to their home.”
Lindir sighed as he observed you. He always thought you were so selfless and put others before yourself; but you also had a great heart-wrenching habit of putting others before him… Based on your response he asked, “But will you return home?”
It was unlikely, though you couldn't give him an answer and the silence persisted until you finally offered, “Let's take a walk.”
Thankfully, he didn't disagree. He'd never tell you no. But taking a walk with Lindir, all you could do was reminisce about your past together rather than focusing on a bleak future that you may or may not have.
Still, you couldn't avoid the topic for long. By the way he fidgeted with his hands, you could tell Lindir was nervous—or maybe not nervous; he seemed genuinely scared, and you were unsure how to comfort him or assure him you'd be alright.
But you never had time to try before Lindir spoke, “You're a strong maiden… and I should have the utmost faith in your abilities. I only…” He trailed off, though he expected you would understand what he was trying to get at.
“Again?” You asked quietly. It felt like déjà vu all over. This conversation had happened before… It occurred the first time you had left Rivendell for a life of adventure. But now that you've experienced the world for yourself, you knew what you had to tell him. “You have a purpose with Lord Elrond… Mine is not such a lavish pursuit. I wish to help those I can help so long as it's in my power to do so. That means…” You continued slowly, “venturing outside of Rivendell.”
It was a suitable response, even he could admit that, but it wasn't what he wanted to hear. “But what power do you have against a dragon?” It was his turn to make a point as he still tried to convince you, “I'm sure if you stayed we could find something-”
“Mellon nin(my friend),” you interrupted softly. “I am to my sword and bow as you are to your literature and voice.”
Lindir seemed particularly upset, though you knew the details of your journey this time were much more imminently dangerous. But his complaints caught you off guard. “But why for dwarves? Of all the reasons you could have to wield a weapon…” He sighed warily as if just mentioning Thorin’s company caused him a headache. “And I can only imagine if they're as… rambunctious as they were at the meal with Lord Elrond…” He trailed off unsure of what kind of insult he could have to throw their way without equally insulting you. “I fail to see why you would go so far.”
“Honestly… They're not as bad as you think. They're a merry bunch, really—even if we have our differences.” You paused, gauging Lindir’s seemingly mournful expression. Was he that upset over the company you joined? “Lindir, I know you think little of dwarves, but there's more to them than meets the eye. Sure, they can be rude and brutish and stubborn… and many other things—you probably have a list longer than the distance across Middle Earth—but my point is that-”
“Meleth nin(my love),” he interrupted you with red cheeks. It made you come to a pause as well as you processed his words. “Let us stop this foolish dance,” he sternly demanded; his rigid body language telling you he was taking this conversation very seriously, and he would not continue to dance this never ending dance with you. “We both know it is not the dwarves that make me wish for you to change your mind. Your aspiration to help them is a noble one.” He paused, trying to come up with the right words to say under your seemingly heavy gaze. But, for the first time in his long life, words weren't coming easily to him. Sighing, he relented, finally asking, “Is it selfish that I want you to stay… for me?”
Your heart skipped as your wide eyes stayed trained on his face for any hidden meaning, anything that could give you a hint as to how to reply. “Lindir…” He called you his love… You were just as speechless as he seemed to have been. “Lindir…”
Glancing away from you, he was feeling awkward at how you only seemed to be able to utter his name. Perhaps he had misread something of your relationship. “Sorry,” he sincerely apologized. “I'm asking too much of you, mellon nin(my friend)…” He admitted to himself, glancing away, avoiding the cold heartache of rejection. “I should return to my duties…”
“Wait,” you called, making him stop to at least regard you. “Did… Did you mean it?”
He stayed frozen, exceedingly quiet for a few moments before he acknowledged, “Every word.”
You faltered, uttering quietly, “Meleth(love)…” You searched his gaze for truth and he desperately searched yours in return. Seeing the longing in your gaze, he embraced you in his arms as quickly as you were to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. “Le melin(I love you)...”
His arms tightened around you, not wanting to even think about you leaving his embrace. Despite your soft declaration of your feelings, he timidly asked, “Will you stay with me?” Pausing he rephrased, “Actually…” He met your gaze, and you found him staring at you with tenacity deep in his eyes. “It’s less of a question… (Name), I want you to stay with me.”
“Lindir-”
“Let me be your purpose,” he interrupted you. “I know you are a strong maiden and you would wish to use this strength in the defense of others, but I cannot let you go again… not when I don’t know if you’ll return to me. I will speak to Thorin myself about relinquishing your service to the company. Just… say you'll allow me.”
“Lindir,” you called once again for his attention, the elf too determined with his plans to recognize that you already had your answer. “Let me talk to Thorin with you. I owe an explanation to them.”
His heart soared as he took this as an agreement, a promise that you weren't going to leave him, that you were going to stay with him; it was a sign that you loved him as much as he loved you. “Very well, meleth nin(my love).”
And he was all too eager to break the news to your company… except for the fact that the dwarves had already seemed to have left. He should have been relieved that they had gone on without you… but this presented a different issue that needed addressing.
Now… If only they knew what the odd smirks between Gandalf and Lord Elrond were about…
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My favorite ships
The Hobbit
Lord of the Rings
#barduil#bagginshield#aralas#thranduil#bard#bilbo#thorin#legolas#aragorn#elrond#lindir#the hobbit#lee pace#my edits#the hobbit botfa#richard armitage#martin freeman#hugo weaving#luke evans#viggo mortensen#orlando bloom#bret mckenzie
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Imagine having FWB all over Middle Earth
Imagine being a very skilled healer, taught under Gandalf and Elrond. You travel all over Middle Earth , helping those in need and have earned yourself friends along the way 😉
I live in the ‘everyone lives and Thorin and Thranduil don’t hate each other as much’ universe stg 😂
If you want proper headcanons I could do
When you visit Rivendell you get to see Lindir
When you visit Erebor you get to see Thorin
When you visit Mirkwood you get to see Thranduil
When you visit Lothlórien you get to see Haldir
#lotr#the hobbit#lotr imagine#the hobbit imagine#Lindir#Lindir imagine#Lindir x reader#Thorin#Thorin imagine#Thorin x reader#Thranduil#Thranduil imagine#Thranduil x reader#Haldir#Haldir imagine#Haldir x reader
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Elladan: Ada, I like men
Elrond: Okay?
Elrohir: I like men too!
Elrond: Is there anyone of you kids who like women?
Arwen: Well……
#Elrond and Elladan are both bisexual#Elrohir is gay and trans#Arwen is lesbian and trans#And Aragorn is pansexual#(And Lindir aka Figwit is gay)#I know almost nothing about how this family is canonically but that doesn’t stop me from loving them#incorrect quotes#incorrect lotr quotes#incorrect the hobbit quotes#lotr#lord of the rings#the hobbit#elladan#elrohir#Elrond#Arwen
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The Hobbit Characters' Favorite Body Part of Yours
Another one I did for LoTR a while back but not The Hobbit so here we go 😌 warning: slightly suggestive at times, one minor swear
Balin
Upon first asking, you might not know, may not even so much as consider your love as having a favorite. Greater thought yields memory, however, a realization. Balin has a soft spot for your forehead- loves pressing kisses there, quick bursts of reassurance when you are under stress or sick. Moments of affection for all to see, pure, loving, gentle. That would also explain his habit of playfully butting his forehead to yours or the way he keeps you connected before and after longer kisses.
Dwalin
It’s no secret how much Dwalin adores your legs- his eyes are ever upon you as you throw them over a saddle, bare them to wade, rest them atop his lap and give him a pretty smile when he strokes them. Straddling him is a quick way to catch his attention and earn a smile to boot, your dwarf’s hands going immediately to rub circles on your hips and his eyes completely caught up in you. Whispers of all kinds of affections make their way between you as Dwalin savors the moment, pressing your bodies as close as he can get them.
Thorin
An anchor can always be found simply by looking into your eyes. A fount of trust and care, one look can take Thorin miles in calm and reassurance, especially when it feels like all is against him. Your eyes speak volumes even if your expression is kept in steel, aiding Thorin in his quest to fulfil all your desires. Memorizing every change in your eyes is his greatest goal, forging a connection so strong you needn't any words to convey it. You look to his, too, glancing at him in moments of amusement, derision, desire. All of them bonding you further and further, warming his heart to know he is the first you wish to see, just as you are the first thought in the king's own mind.
Oin
Your chest. Not so much for the stereotypical reasons, but simply because of the way it literally holds your heart. Your gentle rhythm, your very source of life and the warmth Oin seeks out again and again. He secretly loves resting his head there where he can listen to it, let it lull him to sleep. If you allow it the healer’s lips will find purchase there, peppering their love over your heart and along your beautiful collarbones in appreciation of the wonderful life you are.
Gloin
His hands run over or comb through your hair about as often as they can; no matter the length of it, no matter the texture or the way you wear it you will have a guardian of your hair in Gloin. He makes no secret how proud he is of the honor he’s received to be the only one that can touch it. And alright, yes, perhaps he likes to show it off, too! If it is long enough, he braids your hair as soon as you consent to it, and he’ll bother his brother again and again for anything that helps care for it. Even the most elaborate of styles and routines will become second nature to him- soon you will not even be lifting a finger. The others say he’s spoiling you, to which he says “Damn right!”
Bifur
Your hands hold a special place in Bifur's heart; they symbolize your willingness to learn, the opening of your heart to someone so many closed off to, and who closed off to them in turn. The little gestures you made chipping away at his heart and bolstering his faith. You seek his attention, wave them to show him little wonders just as he does. They form words and phrases, sometimes even capturing thoughts you wish to share with no one but him. Even when static, they can communicate much- how tightly you hold onto his, the way they rest against his chest right above his heartbeat, trace his cheek to initiate a kiss he never thought he'd earn.
Bofur
Can’t resist your lips. They’re like the sweetest of candies, the greatest prize he gets to claim and him alone. Bofur never takes for granted his luck, practically worshipping your lips as he takes his sweet time with them. And who else does he have to thank for your gorgeous smile, the blessing of sunshine it brings to the world? His mission in life is to keep that smile sticking around as much as possible. And if it’s against his own smile, why he won’t complain in the slightest, simply surrendering to the wash of euphoria and thanking his lucky stars.
Bombur
Your cheeks, of course! Irresistibly adorable, Bombur loves to see the curve of them as you smile, any flush that might be visible, especially if you are feeling shy. Of course he loves to kiss them, holding you steady and peppering them with sweet love at any opportunity. Even before longer, more passionate kisses he will make his way along your cheeks first. Bombur wants to be the only one to wipe your beautiful face of any tears that may befall it, his touch so gentle as he comforts you, swiping his thumb over your cheek before you're in his arms completely, enveloped in each other's lovely warmth.
Dori
Dori loves your eyes; he often describes how when you first met, he could see your heart straight through them. Windows to the soul, subtle tells of emotion and love and things otherwise unseen, he loves to gaze into them as long as you let him. There is a kindness, a sympathy to them that grounds Dori, gives him faith when his has left him, brings calm. He loves also the way they darken, the burns of passion, flames of battle, or even looks of beckoning desire flaring up from deeper within. Such is part of why he so enjoys nights where you lay facing one another, tracing every shift in those very windows, the access one can gain from study.
Nori
Obsessed with your hips. Loves gripping them to pull you against his chest, especially if they have plenty of soft flesh to dig his fingers into. Sneaks up behind you to wrap his hands around them and press kisses to your neck. Having a hand wrapped protectively around your hip or reaching into your pocket are moments of clear intimacy, a way for Nori to show off that you're his and he's yours, no one else's. The feeling of your hips against his is pure bliss, so tug him in upon the beltloops of his trousers to give him a grin nothing will wipe off!
Ori
Your entire face is his favorite, the ever-changing expressions and of course your smile. He can try to capture each and every variation, but that would take an age. As long as he wishes he could have with you. Your smile is like pure sunshine to him, your every furrow and twitch a treasure trove of information he hopes to be able to read like a book to be at your side with what you need in an instant. Your face projects your heart and soul in the most encapsulating, beautiful way, and the very sight of it never fails to bring Ori a rush of emotion.
Fili
He favors your thighs, loves the sturdy form of them and the soft skin of he can dig his hands into. Revels ever in the sensation of your legs tangling with his every time you sit together and he holds you on his lap, gesture of lifting you up onto him punctuated with a squeeze or two or three. Your shared moments of leisure are nothing short of treasure, the way you face him and peer into his eyes, one arms slung around your waist and the other hand tracing patterns on your thigh, falling into your warmth and softness like a trap he never wants to escape.
Kili
Shows a lot of love to your shoulders. He has his habit of kissing all the way up to your arm, but you also notice it when he playfully comes up behind you and lifts you off your feet, burying his head between your neck and shoulders. If your hair is long, sweeping it off your shoulder to replace it with his cheek or lips is so utterly romantic in Kili's mind. Same goes for baring them, sliding your top down or playfully unbuttoning it for access. And what better way to help you relax after a strenuous day than a massage, running his hands gently over your shoulders and kneading tension from your neck and back?
Bilbo
There's just something about your nose- the shape of it, the little ways it twitches and gives away the smallest expressions. Wrinkling in displeasure often shared with Bilbo himself and bringing moments of laughter amidst everything. A look shared between you two, after all, speaks volumes and strengthens your bond all at once, bringing a smile to Bilbo's face that he has one he can read so well. In your more affectionate moments the hobbit loves to pull you close, placing a kiss upon your adorable nose before moving down to peck your lips again and again, his own curving upward in contentment at your proximity.
Lindir
Your hands. True works of art and their creators all in one. Purveyors of your passion, be they plucking instruments, spreading paint across a canvas, delicately turning pages upon discoveries… Lindir could watch them work forever. Not to mention the shivers that run down his spine when they fall upon him, the sparks when those very same hands that bring forth beauty and command passion caress his face, bringing him eagerly to your delicious lips. Much as he enjoys their actions in freedom, sometimes he desires to keep them for himself, holding their warmth in his, intertwining your beautiful fingers and kissing the back of your hand to display the very connection of your souls.
Thranduil
Your neck, oh that gorgeous expanse, is the subject of much attention by Thranduil. Trailing kisses up its entirety before claiming your lips, even letting his teeth sink in ever so slightly. The woodland king's favorite method of distracting you while you work is to sneak his way behind you, hands reaching to your waist, head tilting, lips upon your neck. You can practically feel them smirk against you at the way you automatically tilt your own head to grant him access. Thranduil wants all to see that you belong to him, not as a possession, but as a promise he works to honor in all facets; thus, he indulges his love of adorning you with the most extravagant jewels he can find, standing you against his chest as he drapes his gift over your neck. For who but the king could provide such things? Tracing his hand over the jewels, he kisses your collarbones before his lips seek their favorite home.
Bard
There is something so alluring about your back- the way it is bared only for him, the tensing and shifting of muscles beneath flesh and the wonderful soft bits he can hold onto. Unable to resist running his hands up and down your spine when he holds and kisses you, Bard gets double the pleasure feeling the shivers he sends running down your skin. Plus such an area is a much more discreet place for love bites he may leave when he holds you from behind, placing kissed along your shoulders and neck.
Beorn
Beorn admires your arms. The strength they carry, the ripple of muscle with their every motion. Beyond the practical, he appreciates also the softer moments, the times you both surrender to vulnerability, arms wrapping tenderly around each other and your head falling against him gently. Trust for so long was a rarity, and yet her he is giving it, surrendering to your arms. In pauses from work Beorn often strides over to stand at your back, his hands rubbing your shoulders and trailing down your arms as he beckons you to come rest. Your eagerness brings rare smiles to his face and the way you flex your muscles even gets a laugh out of him.
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Elves reacting to dwarves throwing food
I can't be the first one to gif this, right? But I couldn't find it on a quick search. So have some elves reacting to dwarves being dwarves...
#kili was totally aiming for lindir with that last one#Lindir's face just cracks me up every time lol#also how Elrond is chill about the first one#but gets more wtf-like on the next#the hobbit#elves#lindir#elrond#gandalf#food fight#rivendell#dinner#an unexpected journey#peter jackson#tolkien#rds#figwit
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