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Summary: Lord Elrond of Imladris has lived for thousands of years. He has loved and lost, yet still he remains kind. He never expected a second chance at love to sprint into his lands pleading for his help.
Thranduil:
~ I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed ❤️:
Summary: Reader has been in Thranduil's guard for years, and they've developed a friendship. When her position is threatened, will King Thranduil be able to fix the problem?
Adar:
~ Ancient Script 💛:
Summary: Adar has waited thousands of years for his soulmate, thinking he would never have one. When the name appeared on his arm, he knew she would be more than he could ever deserve. Then he met her, and he fell irrevocably under her spell.
~ A Brush With...Kindness? ❤️:
Summary: After millennia of pain, torture, and deception, Adar is used to it. What happens when he encounters someone who has no malicious intent?
~ Never Too Late ❤️:
Part One ✨ Part Two ✨ Part Three ✨ Part Four 👀
Summary: After a life in the shadows, can Adar find redemption?
~ Randir ❤️:
Summary: When an Ellon in black armor stumbles into her yard and collapses, the reader's life is changed.
Celebrimbor:
~ Lemon Cakes ❤️:
Summary: An Elf Lord meets a Half-elven healer.
Gil-Galad:
~ Granted An Audience 💛:
Summary: Reader visits Lindon to beg help for her village, but she gets a lot more than she bargained for when she meets the High King.
~ Healing Hands 💛:
Summary: The High King sees one of his soldiers sneaking away after the battle Eregion and follows her.
Omfg stop the presses, I wrote and am posting Day 3 early! 😱 I used the random number pickers to choose the next combo, then went completely feral at 3 a.m. a couple of days early lol. Anyway, Elrond was one of my first crushes in the LotR universe, so I'm not surprised that his ficlet sort of just exploded out of my brain. Enjoy, friends! 💖
Day 3: Elrond (LotR/Hobbit) + "Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Fall of the Rings Intro here. Fall of the Rings Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Elrond (LotR/Hobbit) x Reader
[A/N: There is suggestive language at the very end, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]
Warnings: Flirtation as a distraction as well as actual flirtation, kissing, mischief, established relationship - Elrond and Reader are married, suggestive language, Merry and Pippin causing chaos in Rivendell, Elrond has learned to play along.
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As I walked through Imladris's cool, night air, I heard a whispered argument coming from a large rose bush.
"It was your idea! He wouldn't be angry if it wasn't for you!"
"My idea? You wanted a nighttime snack!"
I moved closer and found two of the visiting Hobbits, Merry and Pippin, squabbling betwixt the greenery.
"Who is angry?" I asked in a whisper, and they both let out small squeaks of fear. "Apologies for startling you. Why are you in the bushes?"
"Pip was getting some bread and broke a vase near the kitchen door," Merry explained. "Everything here is old – 'cept you, of course, my lady. It might've been an antique, and we know he'll be irritated."
Like fate, I glanced over my shoulder and saw the Elf in question approaching up the path. Mischief stirring in my mind, I turned back to the Hobbits, still bent slightly at the waist so I could whisper to them.
"Here he comes. I'll distract him, and you two can slip away."
Their eyes went wide.
"What if he thinks you did it? You don't deserve a scolding from such a stern Elf!" Merry protested, but I insisted.
"Nonsense. Hush, and be ready," I ordered, and I turned toward the path in time to see the Lord of Imladris slowing as he approached.
"My lord," I greeted him with a curtsy. His brow furrowed at the formality, but he bowed and lifted my hand to his lips, nonetheless. His warm, grey eyes which saw entirely too much darted to the Hobbits' hiding spot, then returned to hold my gaze.
"My lady," he began gently, "were you speaking to the roses?"
"Yes, I was," I lied. "Plants grow best when encouraged."
Elrond lifted one elegant brow and took a half step closer to me. He hummed and tilted his head downward just far enough that he resembled a stern parent.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?"
His tone sent my heart racing with anticipation in my chest, and my breath hitched. That was my chance to confess, but I pressed onward. Reaching up, I cupped his cheek softly and allowed a smile to curve my lips.
"Only that you look wonderfully handsome in the moonlight."
Small, twin gasps sounded, and Elrond's lips twitched in the ghost of a smirk.
"Thank you, but I believe I heard–" He began to step around me toward the Hobbits. Quickly, I caught his hand and drew him into a kiss.
I was meant to be distracting him, but as his arms slid around my waist and the kiss deepened into one better suited to the privacy of our chambers, I ceased thinking.
"They snuck away a few moments ago," Elrond murmured as his lips brushed against my jaw. "Tell me, why were those two Hobbits hiding?"
Oh. Right.
"They broke that horrible vase by the kitchen in their quest for food and were afraid that you'd reprimand them."
Elrond hummed and nudged my nose with his.
"Do they know we're married?" I shook my head. "Do you mean to tell them?"
"At breakfast," I answered, "but you are not distracted anymore. I've failed my only task."
"We cannot have that. Perhaps you would be more successful if we returned to my study," Elrond suggested squeezing my waist lightly. "The sight of you perched upon my desk is very distracting, indeed..."
Alright, this is day 2 of my Fall of the Rings challenge. I've never written for Círdan before, but I really enjoyed this! (And, I might have also come up with an idea for a full length fic about him...) Anyway, enjoy! 💖
Day 2: Círdan + "Can I hold your hand?"
Fall of the Rings Intro here. Fall of the Rings Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Círdan (RoP) x Reader
[A/N: This is just fluff.]
Warnings: Flirtation, hand holding (it's literally the prompt), pre-relationship, close proximity in a boat, Círdan's whole personality feels simultaneously playful/like a warm hug and I tried to convey that, also reader's drink is not specified so it can be whatever beverage you prefer.
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The glass in my hand was a perfect contrast to the warmth permeating the harbor of the Grey Havens. As one of the High King's friends, he'd asked me to come with him so that he might have company during breaks in his royal duties. Those breaks, however, were few and far between.
After a while, I found an empty spot along the dock and took a seat. Occasionally sipping my drink, I observed the boats bobbing placidly in the tide's embrace. These vessels were crafted with exceptional skill under the watchful eye and careful tutelage of Master Círdan, the Shipwright. I'd never met the Ellon, but he was renowned across Middle Earth.
Perhaps, I mused to myself, Ereinion could introduce me. After all, the two are friends...
"You are not one of the dock workers nor one of the ship builders," a warm, smooth voice called, and I looked up to find an Ellon approaching me with a curious smile upon his lips.
"No, I am not," I agreed as he took a seat beside me. His long, silvery hair fluttered in the slight breeze as eyes bluer than the sea observed me. Valar, he was handsome! "I came here at the High King's behest, but he is currently busy. If I am in the way, however, I can find somewhere else to wait...?"
"Not at all," the newcomer said waving away my suggestion as I set my glass aside. "I simply saw a beautiful lady sitting alone looking contemplative and wondered if aught was amiss? As boredom is the culprit, I believe I can help."
At my curious expression, he glanced over at a small, docked boat mere feet from us.
"Have you ever seen a sunset from the water? 'Tis akin to bathing in light." When he looked back at me, my cheeks warmed.
"No I haven't," I murmured, and he got to his feet once more, and I followed suit as he gave me a playful grin.
"Would you like to?"
I glanced at the boathouse where I was meant to meet Ereinion.
"I would, but if the High King should need me..."
The Ellon leaned closer and dropped his voice to a near whisper.
"I doubt he would object to the Lord of the Grey Havens entertaining a guest."
My heart stuttered, but he – Círdan – didn't seem to notice as he led the way. Oh stars, I was about to watch the sunset with Círdan the Shipwright, and I'd never been at sea before!
I was then faced with a question: How does a person get into boat? My host had already gotten aboard with the grace of one who practically lived at sea.
"Have you changed your mind, my lady?" He asked when he noted my hesitation.
"No, Master Círdan," I said, but I forced myself not to bask in the warmth of his pleased expression. "Can I hold your hand? To get into the boat, I mean."
He offered me both. Carefully, I steadied myself with Círdan's sure grip and stepped off the dock. The entire vessel swayed immediately, and had my host not caught me effortlessly against his chest, I would've gone for an unplanned swim.
"Fear not. You did well," he murmured once we were both seated and the rope untied. "My first time, I capsized the boat and nearly drowned."
"Your presence is the only reason I avoided that path," I said with a sheepish laugh as he began to row us a little farther out.
"Perhaps, but you will do much better your second time," he replied, "if you allow me to coax you into a boat again, that is..."
As the light of the setting sun sparkled across the water around us, I knew that I would.
Alright, this is Day 1 of my self-imposed challenge, Fall of the Rings. I will say, I did switch the word "shirt" for "tunic" because of the language and fashion of Middle Earth. Yes, they have shirts, but I felt a tunic would be more appropriate, since Celebrimbor primarily wears robes from what we see. A tunic would be less of a stretch than a shirt, at least in my mind. 🤷♀️ Anyway, enjoy!
Day 1: Celebrimbor + "Is that my shirt?"
Fall of the Rings Intro here. Fall of the Rings Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Celebrimbor (RoP) x Reader
[A/N: This is just fluff.]
Warnings: Sitting in Celebrimbor's lap, wearing his shirt, fluff, established relationship - Brimby and Reader are married.
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The soft sparkle of starlight was what woke me, or perhaps it was the emptiness of the other half of our bed. Either way, when my eyelids opened, I found myself alone. This was not an altogether uncommon occurrence. My husband's inspiration struck at all hours, summoning him to his forge even in the wee hours.
Sleepy but unwilling to be without Celebrimbor for a single instant longer, I crawled out of bed and dressed in the first tunic I could find. Walking from our chambers through the connecting door to his forge, I saw him.
By the light of a single candle, Celebrimbor sat at a work station sketching and holding various jewels in his free hand. He was so fixated on his newest idea that he didn't notice my entrance until I curled up in a seat not far from his.
"Meleth-nín? Lovely lady, you look exhausted. Should you not be abed?" He asked setting down the jewels he'd been examining and reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind my ear. "Did I wake you?"
I shook my head sleepily and brought his hand to my lips.
"I woke to an empty bed and found that I could not sleep without my husband," I said laying soft kisses over his fingertips. "I swear I will not disturb your work. May I stay?"
A soft, adoring look crossed my husband's features, and he carefully pulled my hand to his lips to return the affection I'd shown him.
"Of course, love. You need never ask," he promised, then his eyes skimmed downward from my face. Celebrimbor's brow furrowed slightly. "Is that my tunic?"
I hummed as he set down his quill and turned in his seat to face me more fully.
"I thought it was a fair exchange," I murmured. "Since I had to abandon my soft, warm bed in order to find you, meleth, I thought it only right that something of yours ought to keep me warm."
A knowing smile stretched his lips as candlelight twinkled in his eyes.
"Goheno nin, my darling. Come, let me make up for my heinous behavior." He gave my hand a gentle tug, coaxing me from my chair. Only when I was seated across his lap with one of his arms wrapped around me and my head laying upon his chest did he lift his quill once more. "I'll be finished in a few moments, then we will return to bed together. Yes?"
I nodded my head, content to be in his arms once more.
"Take your time," I breathed as I let my eyelids fall shut.
Links to all of my Fall of the Rings works can be found on this post. If you want to read my intro to the challenge, you can find that here. I'm going to separate them by month since this is going to be a long challenge. Enjoy! 💖
Masterlist Key:
💛 = SFW, ❤️ = NSFW (18+ ONLY)
August:
Day 1 (1st): "Fair Exchange" 💛
Character: Celebrimbor (9)
Prompt: "Is that my shirt?" (108)
Summary: Celebrimbor's wife wakes to find his side of the bed empty.
Day 2 (4th): "Steady" 💛
Character: Círdan (13)
Prompt: "Can I hold your hand?" (64)
Summary: The reader is bored whilst at the Grey Havens, and someone notices.
Day 3 (5th): "Awareness" ❤️
Character: Elrond (LotR/Hobbit) (1)
Prompt: "Is there anything you want to tell me?" (62)
Summary: Elrond finds the Reader acting suspiciously and investigates.
Day 4 (10th): Title
Character: Faramir (2)
Prompt: "Say you want me, and I'm yours." (93)
Summary: x
Day 5 (x): Title
Character: x (#)
Prompt: x (#)
Summary: x
Hi everyone! I know I haven't posted any writing here for quite some time, but I've got an idea to see if I can jump start my writing again. I have created a list of lotr/hobbit/rop characters who I am/would be comfortable writing about. I have also found a list of writing prompts (here). My (tentative) plan is to write a 500 word or less ficlet every three days beginning today, August 1st and ending October 31st. I'll use a random number picker to choose a character from my list, then again to choose the number of the prompt. I'm not going to write duplicates for characters until I've written for each of them once, and I'm going to avoid prompt duplicates entirely. And yes, I consider RoP Elrond to be a different entity from LotR/Hobbit Elrond, so there is a distinction for the list.
Obviously, given how busy I've been, I have no idea if I'll be able to stick to the schedule I'm aiming for, but I hope that at minimum, I'll be able to write something at least once a week. This is purely a personal challenge, and if I end up not liking how it's progressing, I of course reserve the right to modify or abandon this challenge. I do hope, though, that anyone who ends up reading these ficlets will enjoy them as little breaks from reality, as they are intended to be. 💚🗡️
I think about this every year but this trend of American Christmas movies where characters act like Christmas is being forgotten/no one cares about it anymore/it's dying and needs to be saved/etc while the whole country has been flooded with Christmas since Halloween really is a perfect example of how (mainly white) American Christians always see themselves as the victims and persecuted minorities no matter what.
"Nobody believes in Christmas anymore! We need to save it!" Okay well I've been hearing songs about Jesus in grocery stores since November 1st so forgive me for my doubt.
I start white-knuckling it in September knowing that Christmas decorations will soon be on sale and I have less than two months to enjoy life before the utter ONSLAUGHT of Christmas that begins Nov 1.
Truly I feel like we should be able to sue retailers for emotional damage for the nonstop Christmas music. It makes me hate going to the grocery store. Buying milk while listening to Mariah Carey over and over and OVER makes me wish I was climbing Mount Doom.
I want this to be known to posterity that “somebody” was me.
I told Sam who then told Charles, on stage, that they were in the same episode of Midsomer Murders, both getting married.
They were both amazed at the news from their past from, like, 2007 😅. I feel like I did something to heal the world a little, closed a gap that never deserved to be one.
Sam then kinda proposed to Charlie and their honeymoon remained a running gag. They were great together actually. They’d be great together in a project. Think about it.
Fantastic Rings of Power panel at Magic Con 8 (28.9.2025). A highlight, really. Robert Strange as the third guest was a delight as well. Just three very relaxed people on stage who were up for any high jinks.
I'm back from MagicCon in Germany and I could not be happier and more excited (and still bubbling from excitement) about these two photos that I had taken yesterday with Charles Edwards and Sam Hazeldine. Especially the first one was what I had hoped for ever since Charles was announced as a guest, and I was soooo nervous about whether he would be willing to pose like this and if I liked myself on this photo (I regularly don't, and unlike "normal" photoshoots, for the ones with the guests at a con, there are no second chances).
So I was mega nervous and now with both of these I feel like I hit a jackpot, or at least peak cosplay photo goal!
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