I have prompts! This challenge week starts on Sunday, January 5th, and runs until the 11th.
Day 1: First meeting
Cute? Bitter? Tense? Canon? AU? What happened during their first meeting? What was going through their heads?
Day 2: The spark
What draws them together? (Or one towards the other?) Who falls first? Who falls hardest?
Day 3: The Children
How do Adar's children figure into all this? Are they routing for their father to get some? Do they like Elrond or hate him? How does Elrond feel about the Uruk Children?
(Do Adar and Elrond have a child of their own? 👀)
Day 4: The Reactions
Elrond has a lot of friends (Gil-Galad, Galadriel, Durin, Camnir). How do they react to him being with Adar, however you imagine that happening?
Does Adar have someone close to him that is surprised to see him with Elrond? (The children could also come in here too, if you have multiple ideas)
Day 5: Home
Where is home for this ship? Mordor? Rivendell? How do both of them feel about it?
Day 6: The end
Happy, sad, bittersweet, a few days after meeting, a thousand years in the future; what is the ultimate fate of this ship? If Adar still dies like in canon, how does Elrond feel about that? Does Adar take Celebrían's fate? Do they sail off into the sunset after thousands of years? Something else?
Day 7: Freeform
Did I miss something? Do you have an idea that didn't fit with the prompts? This is for you!
All interpretations of this ship are more than welcome! I've tried to leave the prompts as open as possible to allow for takes with different levels of happiness, conflict, and... consent. At the end of the day, though, these are just prompts. Go where your art leads you and have fun with it!
Another (and very delayed!) contribution to @adarondweek
“You are blinded by your own ambition, you will kill them Adar” Adar heard the step of an armoured, plated foot move in the silence towards him, further closing the space between them. The voice continued its onslaught, becoming more impassioned but also neglectful in its volume. His beloved wordsmith forgetting in his passion, that walls have ears and you never knew what lurked in the darkness.
Wait For Me, I'm Comin' by Fornrandir
Rating: Teen & Upwards
Fandom: LOTR / Rings of Power
Relationship: Adar x Elrond
Summary:
The board is set and the Battle of Eregion is about to begin...
Adar knows any impactful action against Sauron will come at a great cost. Elrond refuses to accept it.
A slight, alternate dynamic between the Lord of Uruk's and the High King's Herald.
Inspired by Wait For Me (Reprise) from Hadestown
A bit late for Adarond week, and for day 5, I'm late for everything, but I wanted to end on a sweet note.
This is also part of the summer camp!AU, it's short. very fluffy and domestic. Adar and Elrond do flirt because of who they are.
The smell of coffee
Elrond woke up to the delicious smell of fresh coffee. He turned in his bunk and found Adar pouring hot water into two mugs. He laid there a few seconds: Adar was focused on his ask, which made it the perfect opportunity to watch him unobserved.
Everything about him was mysterious and interesting. The scar going from his ear to his upper lip, raised and jagged the other marks on his arms and, now Elrond could see, on his chest, the hauntings of an unspeakable pain. The tattoos, all blackwork, looking like the etchings of old, all symbols of strength and protection: the wolf head, the tower, the knight… Two names with dates that Elrond could already guess although a was a little too far to read. Elrond should have felt more daunted by him, and a little part of him was, but… it was difficult to be daunted when the man was making him a cup of coffee in their shared cabin.
“Enjoying the view?” Adar’s hoarse voice brought him back to reality.
Elrond felt himself blush immediately, caught staring: “The coffee looks delicious,” he said, raising, trying to push his hair in a semblance of order.
“It’s not the only thing,” Adar replied with a small smile.
It was teasing yes, but not in a way that made it tense or dangerous or salacious. It was comfortable teasing, as if their shared attraction was already a settled fact. And it was, Elrond couldn’t help but think, they had admitted as much on the pier.
Elrond got down the ladder, feeling ridiculous as he did so. It felt childish somehow, and it made him self-conscious. When he turned back, he watched as Adar’s eyes darted away from him, caught staring in turn. Maybe there was still some tension there, Elrond thought as he leaned on the little island separating the beds from the tiny sink. He tested Adar’s staring and licked his lips, watching with a secret delight as his pale blue eyes darkened.
“Thanks for the coffee, I didn’t know we had a kettle,” Elrond mumbled, still waking up.
We.
We, already.
We, in this tiny cabin, sharing a cup of coffee, sharing a moment before the day started, just the two of them.
“They don’t, I brought it because it’s easier to make something quick in the cabin before heading out.”
“Smart,” Elrond commented before taking a sip. “Oof, hot.”
“Yes to both,” Adar teased him again and Elrond rolled his eyes playfully at him.
“Do the kids take after you or do you take after them?” Adar asked with a smile.
Elrond groaned, rearranging his tank top absent-mindedly: “Too early for chicken or egg questions.”
Adar chuckled and let the subject go. He sipped his coffee in silence, still staring at Elrond who was starting to blush a little under the scrutiny. He tried hard not to, but he couldn’t help but imagine slow mornings with Adar, waking up in the same bed, kissing lazily, rubbing on each other, how good would those arms feel around him? And then wandering in the kitchen for coffee and a late breakfast.
“What do we have planned for today?” Adar asked, finishing up his coffee.
“In the morning, we have Bungalow Two for a canoe tour on the river and in the afternoon, we have the play’s rehearsal. We have scenes 3 and 4,” Elrond recited the schedule.
“And chapter 8 of A Wizard of Earthsea tonight,” Adar reminded him.
Elrond couldn’t help but smile, a huge, sincere smile, as warmth filled his chest. He was delighted that Adar remembered not only the book, but also the chapter and even seemed to look forward to it. Elrond tried to hide his smile in his coffee, but he knew he wasn’t being very successful as Adar was smiling back at him.
Elrond finally had a name for it, the smell of coffee, the sunlight streaming through the window on the tiny kitchen island, the distant noises of the children waking up for the day. It was home.
“Elrond…” Adar beckoned to the Half-elf, one finger of his black gauntlet curling as he issued a command. “Come to me.”
Even from a distance, he could see Elrond bristle at this demand, jaw tilting up like a horse resisting a bridle. Adar watched as the young commander mastered his own anger and made his way across the room.
Adar smiled when the Half-elf came to a stop beside him, and he reached out to fondle the chain that hung between the silent beauty’s supple wrists.
“You were foolish to send young Peredhel to barter for Galadriel’s release,” Adar told the Elven king. “I might have overlooked his beauty in the heat of battle, but I had ample opportunity to admire it across the negotiation table.”
Adar looked up at Elrond’s face, and the loathing that confronted him was invigorating. The Moriondor found the Half-elf’s fierce emotions captivating. Such ire was refreshing after centuries of cold indifference.
“When Eregion finally fell, my children were eager to ransack the city, but I could think of only one treasure I wished to plunder…”
Stolen Warmth
Adarond fic by makeshiftdraco
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: The Rings of Power/Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Adar/Elrond
Status: Complete
Description: Adar meets with Gil-galad to negotiate terms of surrender. The Moriondor is willing to let all the king's subjects depart Eregion...save one.
(Trigger Warning: Extremely Dubious Consent. Check tags on AO3 for further trigger warnings)
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This is another quick little thing I've written, it's part of the summer camp!AU I started because I have zero self-control and I can't stop myself. This one is also tame, but gets a little heated in the second part. It's very short so I don't know whether it's going to be posted on AO3. I hope you enjoy the read!
The Whispering
Adar was acting weird again. It was subtle, for now, but weird enough to warrant a meeting.
Meetings were serious occasions. One had to be extra careful not to be noticed by the grown-ups. You had to have an excuse, something innocent enough not to raise suspicion, but solemn enough not to be bothered in case they did discover them.
Lurka always had something up his sleeve. He was the creative one. This time, he had told everyone the story: they were having an ‘end of summer’ meeting behind the canoes by the pier. Tonight, after story-time.
Beneath the pale moon of a calm summer night, the children were sitting on the ground, in their pyjamas, holding their flashlights in each other’s eyes.
“It’s not just Dad,” Glûg started, “all the grown-ups are acting weird now. They keep staring for a long time.”
“It started with Gal and Hal!” Magrot shouted before being violently shushed by everyone.
“They are always whispering!” Vrath added. “And they are always playing during the breaks when we have to nap!” he protested.
“And now El is doing the whispering too!” Lurka noted.
“Maybe they’re planning a surprise? For the end of summer?” Grugzûk suggested but he was only greeted by protests.
“Course not, we’re doing the play just like we do every year!” A clamor of voices raised in the night.
“Let’s review the facts!” Glûg commanded everyone’s attention. They all fell silent and he stood up, walking around the circle, arms crossed behind his back, as a general surveilling his troops. “Hal and Gal have been acting weird all summer. They play together a lot. They let us be alone sometimes, which El never does.”
“He did it yesterday! He let us put the lifejackets away all by ourselves!” Lurka intervened.
“It’s true,” Glûg took it in stride. “Did anyone see anything yesterday?”
“I saw him!” Grugzûk shouted again before being harshly silenced by all the other children.
“Okay,” Glûg turned to him, “don’t shout, what did you see?”
“I saw El on the pier, while we were in the shed, putting the lifejackets away.”
“Was he whispering?” Vrath asked.
“Let him speak!” the children shouted.
“Yes, he was whispering… with Dad!”
“With Dad? With Dad!” the choir of children repeated, in turn surprised, disbelieving, worried, and excited.
“Yes,” Grugzûk continued, “he was standing on the pier with Dad and they were very close so I couldn’t hear anything. At first, I thought they were fighting because he was holding Dad’s t-shirt like this,” he demonstrated on his own t-shirt, grabbing the fabric in a fist. “But Dad was doing that calming thing, you know, when he’s brushing your hair so you don’t cry?”
All the children nodded.
“Hm,” Glûg resumed command over the conversation, “so what do we think? Are Dad and El fighting? Are Hal and Gal fighting too?”
“Sounds more like kissing!” Fury shouted, disrupting the entire conversation like a stone thrown into a somewhat calm lake.
“Adults only kiss their husbands!” someone else protested.
“Was Dad putting a seed in El?” someone else asked.
“There’s a difference between whispering and kissing!” the opposing party countered.
“Everyone!” Glûg intervened again, “we’re going to get caught if we continue screaming! Stop it! We need to devise a plan to find out more about this whispering! Dad and El are doing the orienteering activity tomorrow: we need to have teams ready to observe…”
**
“Did you hear anything?” Elrond asked Adar, breaking the kiss to peer into the darkness.
“No,” Adar growled, displeased about not kissing Elrond. He pressed him back to the wall of the shed, bringing him back to business. “But I’m about to hear you call my name soon.”
Elrond let himself be kissed again and moaned when Adar put a thigh between his, pressing up to his erection. Adar took advantage of this and deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking Elrond’s, inviting him to play. Elrond couldn’t help but roll his hips, rubbing himself on Adar’s thigh. Adar broke the kiss to breathe, his own cock twitching, desire pooling in his stomach like lava.
“Adar,” Elrond whined sweetly, grabbing his waist to pull him back close.
“There we are,” Adar chuckled against Elrond’s lips.
Elrond would have protested, vexed, in any other circomstances, but right now, he only cared about being kissed again. He chased Adar’s lips again when he was interruped by more clamour outside.
“Ah, there is something!” he said, vindicated.
“Yeah, I think the children are having one of their meetings,” Adar replied, slipping a hand in Elrond’s boxers, making him gasp.
“Then shouldn’t we… oh…”
“No, we’ll intervene if we hear someone fall in the water. Short of that, there’s something else we should be doing, shouldn’t we, El?”
Adar and Elrond get married in Rivendell, their guests are disgusted by their antics. Especially the high king who Elrond has roped into officiating their vows.
For Adarond week 2025 - Day 4: The Reactions
(slightly implied Adar x Gil-Galad / Adar x Gil-Galad x Elrond / Gil-Galad x Elrond)
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“Message received” he murmurs fondly and proceeds to divulge back into the tale of heroes and dragons.
As the soft tones of Sindarin flow over his ears, the little uruk nuzzles further into Elrond’s chest, a soft pleased growl escaping the back of it’s throat in content. Yes, Glûg thought, this one will do for Adar.
Oaks, Pokes & Cloaks by Fornrandir
Rating: General
Fandom: LOTR / Rings of Power
Relationship: Adar x Elrond, Adar & Glûg, Elrond & Glûg
Summary:
Elrond stumbles across a tearful, young uruk alone in the forest.
Starring a large oak, some sharp pokes and a snuggly cloak.
“I’m sure the librarians can help you. Why don’t you go ask one of them about your book?”
Glûg felt a stab of panic. The prospect of speaking to a strange adult was terrifying. “Which one should I ask?”
“I don’t know…” His father glanced across the lobby, impatience palpable. After a moment, he pointed out a male librarian piling books onto a rolling cart. “How about the pretty one over there? I’m sure he’ll know exactly where you can find your book.”
Pretty… Glûg immediately latched onto this word, surprised to hear his father take notice of another man’s beauty. He took a moment to assess the librarian for himself before agreeing.
“Yes, he seems nice. I’ll go ask him, Dad.”
Osculation Overdue
Adarond Modern AU by makeshiftdraco
Rating: Mature
Fandom: The Rings of Power/Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Adar/Elrond
Status: Complete
Description:
Sparks fly when Adar brings his brood of unruly children to the library, and a certain pretty librarian catches the single dad's eye. His son Glûg also takes notice of his father's interest in Elrond, and the boy hatches a plan to bring the pair together.
I'm woefully unprepared for Adarond week @adarondweek, but it is just too tempting not to write for them, so have a little something I wrote for the first prompt. I allowed myself to be a little bit more poetic for this one!
**
Elrond hadn’t even thought of Adar as a person before he met him. Adar had been a word, a banner, a mythical figure, shrouded in darkness and black blood. Adar had been a threat, a problem to solve, a shadow spreading over a complex map.
Then Adar had been a black spot on the horizon, standing in front of a menacing army of fierce warriors, an opponent, an adversary against whom the courtier would whet his Commander’s sword.
Finally, Adar had become a choice. Mercy or ruthlessness. To fight with his sword or his words. To yield and lose or to stand tall at the risk of breaking. To accept there was a darkness lurking within him, straining to get out and play to the tune of his dark, hoarse voice, or to retreat into the light.
To fight with a kiss or with the promise of spilled black blood.
After the kiss he had pressed to Galadriel’s lips, Elrond stood face to face with Adar, contemplating his choices under the piercing gaze of the Moriondor. His breath on his face felt like a veil threatening, promising to engulf him in a seductive world of darkness. For a second, Adar frowned and suddenly, he wasn’t just an idea, a threat, a piece with a complex plan on an already complex map. He was flesh, he was the smell of myrrh, he was lips. He was still.
Elrond nodded, trying to shake his bothersome thoughts. Silence was a choice, an answer. There was nothing left to say.
“Wait!” Adar called, as soon as Vorohil had left him to meet with Durin’s army. Elrond removed his foot from the stirrup.
**
The first time Adar saw the Commander, he recognized him immediately. He knew him, from the half-faded memories of another life. He knew him from the stars shining in his eyes, from the delicate curve of his thin lips, from the sharpness of his words and the softness of his voice.
He was wise as Melian, strong as Luthien, brave as Eärendil. He was as desperate as all of them when faced with a darkness deeper than his own. He was the barely faded beauty of a world he had turned his back to. He was the cruel promise of this world back within arm’s reach where his grasp would only bruise it.
He was the doom Adar had always known would come for him. And here he was, in Adar’s most desperate hour, when everything hinged on how well he could hold his plan for his children.
Elrond looked at him as a mystery to decipher, but Adar saw in him the familiarity of his deepest desire: beauty and doom.
His treachery, the slipping of the pin of his cloak, was new however. There was the scent of mortality on him, familiar but unexpected. He smelled like horses and sage, like scrolls and swords. Like a fight and a kiss.
When Elrond turned to him, finally alone in his war camp, his brow shone as if adorned with one of the three cursed stones. His loveliness, just like Melian’s, would put them all to shame. Adar walked to him, forcing the Commander to take a step back until they were half-hidden behind his white horse.
“You gave Galadriel a kiss and promised her death,” Adar told him with a smirk, bravado to cover his awe, “you promised me death but seem to have forgotten my kiss.”
Elrond opened his mouth to protest but Adar bent his head, pressing a kiss to Melian’s, to Luthien’s, to Eärien’s, to Elrond’s lips. Elrond stilled beneath his attentions and, as Adar’s tongue licked at his lips, the Moriondor swore he could have felt him tilt his chin to offer him more. Adar bit at Elrond’s lower lip, tasting bittersweet mint tea, before letting him go.
“I will find you again on the battlefield,” Adar threatened, or promised, that was a choice Elrond would have to make.
For the first time that night, his body began to relax, his breaths slowed, the anxiety that rattled in his chest calmed and his shoulders dropped just a fraction.
Is this what everyone felt when they went clubbing or was it just this place, he wondered.
Right there, being in the moment, Elrond closed his eyes as his senses began to absorb everything he had been too hyper focused on to enjoy and appreciate earlier as he searched for Galadriel.
The music subtly changed into a slower, softer beat. Elrond relaxed further into the wall, his breathing steadied, a slight buzz echoed rhythmically into his chest. His ears recognised the melody of the new song and his fingers subconsciously began to tap in rhythm, the hum of a melody at the back of his throat.
“Enjoying yourself? an amused, deep voice inquired.
Angel of Darkness by Fornrandir
Rating: Mature
Fandom: LOTR / Rings of Power
Relationship: Adar x Elrond
Summary:
Elrond joins his best friend Galadriel on a night out to Eregion’s new night club however it’s not long before he crosses paths with the master of shadows and darkness himself, Adar.
I canon Elrond to be a space cadet when the environment is relaxed.
He just can unwind and let his mind drift allowing it to be easily distracted. I canon this guy to have ADHD really bad when younger. It mellows out when he's older though. Attention Deficit is definitely the way he leans when he's not forced to hype focus during high tension times. I canon this to be the case in every AU I throw him into.
This is definitely not one of those high tension times. ⬇️ (Modern AU setting based off of a moment that happens in an RP with my Tumblr bestie @withallthatisleftofmyheart )
Setting: Adar and his son are at Elrond's house while their young elementary school children play in the yard. Elrond was in the middle of jabbing on about gardening or something. He attempts to use the jibber jabber to distract himself from how hot Adar is. spaces out hard mid word with a vacant look in his eyes just getting lost in the sweetness that he sees hidden in Adar's eyes.
Elrond inside: 'behind that stoic handsome face is a loving father... The way he cares so deeply for his son is just so incredibly beautiful. And look at those kind eyes... There's more to him than the tough outer shell '
Elrond outwardly: Sighs dreamily. He looks into Adar's eye's. "Such a cutie". He gets a goofy love sick smile as his eyes still glaze over lost in the daydream.
Adar: "Oh really? Am I now?" Looks Elrond over quite impressed. "You're a looker too." He smirks wider.
Elrond: Snaps back to reality. "Hum?? I'm so sorry what was I saying," he seriously was not aware he spilled some of his thoughts.
Adar inside: 'I wonder if he is interested in men? Those lips look delicious... And soft... And his face is ughhh....' *seriously struggles to restrain the urge to kiss him right then and there.* - Elrond's airy behavior is just too cute for its own good.-
Adar was not at all what Elrond had expected from the commander of a savage people. He sat so regally and serene, he seemed to be presiding over a great hall from a gilded throne instead of a rough-hewn wooden chair inside a ramshackle hut. Elrond refused to be intimidated.
Elrond stared evenly. Strange eyes stared back at him. They were old and full of suffering, to be certain - Elrond had expected that - but they were also warm. Not warm like dying embers; warm like a blazing fireplace seen through a frigid window - full of love reserved for someone else.
Adar
Elrond was almost precisely what Adar had expected. With Lúthien's wit, Thingol's wisdom, Turgon's obstinacy, Fingolfin's daring, and decidedly mannish acceptance of sacrifice, he hardly deviated from the enigmatic “Elrond Peredhel” Adar had researched. (The letters had gone on about his unassuming nature coupled with his apparently striking resemblance to every single one of his ancestors ad nauseum).
Adar’s sources had failed to mention beauty. Haphazard curls gracefully framing an icy face, every scrap of light in the tent reeled in to reflect in his eyes and glint off his razor-edged cheekbones. “You have the beauty of your foremother, Melian.”
“I’m surprised by you, Galadriel. He seems far too…pretty…for you. I was under the impression that you preferred your men to be a little more…rugged.”
Elrond’s cheeks tinged pink, unsettled by the man’s backhanded compliment. “I assure you, Adar, that I am perfectly capable of charming Galadriel despite the fact that I may not fit your expectations.”
Adar’s gaze darkened when Elrond spoke his name aloud, and his lips curled into a smirk.
“I have no doubt of your…charms,” he rasped. “But I do not believe that Galadriel has fallen for them.”
“Then let me put your doubts to rest,” Elrond stated, a flash of rebellion in his gray eyes.
Galadriel let out a soft gasp as he pulled her against him, his mouth meeting hers in a sudden kiss.
Creep
Adarond Modern AU by makeshiftdraco
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: The Rings of Power/Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Adar/Elrond
Status: Complete
Description:
Elrond pretends to be Galadriel's boyfriend when Adar and his cronies corner her at the nightclub. Adar isn't buying the ruse, so Elrond kisses his friend to prove a point. This small act of defiance captures Adar's interest, and Elrond can feel the older man watching him for the rest of the night...
