Lindérlon of the Songbird

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New years Kiss

Summery: A New Years kiss with Lindir At the end of the time of the elves, and you make plans for Valinor

Pairing: Lindir x GN!Reader

Taglist: @aetherofthepen | @eunoiaastralwings the magic writer hands you say did it depending on the time this comes out

This was the moment you could confess to Lindir it was new years, besides wasn't it good luck to kiss at midnight on new years, you where pretty sure that was a tradition of men, that could work for you, it would help build up your confidante perhaps to confess to him, you made your way over to the ellon as he took a sip from the wine glass which he held in his hand, Elrond had made him relax from his job even for a few moments.

Gandalf had even come with his fire works, Thranduil had dragged himself off of his throne, hell even the hobbits had come to Imladris for new years with the dwarves of Erebor it was as if all the people that Bilbo met on his trip and Frodo had met where having a great big reunion given Arwen and Aragorn where here.

10

Came the start of the count down with Gandalf's fireworks making everyone look at them.

"They are quite something, Mithrandir's fireworks" You said to Lindir he hmmed in agreement after he got over the shock of you coming to speak with him

9

This time people had joined in the count down

"It's an end of an age as well as a year" You mentioned to Lindir who simply nodded

"the age of elves has come to an end, I am exited for what the undying lands have instore for us" Lindir said Elrond half mentioned how Lindir's father and grandfather lived their

"I can't wait to meet my biological family" Lindir said

8

"I heard Valinor is a beautiful place I wish to explore it's woods and it's shores" you confessed to Lindir

7

"That sounds interesting may I join you" Lindir said to which you nodded

6

"If you wish I do not mind, you should bring your lyre so you can find muse on the adventure" you suggested to him

5

"That sounds like a good idea" Lindir said as you placed your wine glass down

4

"I would enjoy seeing your way to make song and music and maybe even help it" You said

3

You stepped closer to Lindir "You have a nice voice, I would love if we could make music together"

2

"Me as well, I also enjoy your voice" you said

1

"HAPPY NEW YEARS" The shout came and before Lindir could respond to you, you kissed the ellon in front of you

"Gi Melin" You confessed to him as he flustered

"Gi Melin ana" Lindir mumbled kissing you shyly back you gave a grin to Lindir

"A new year, A new age, and a new adventure" You said taking your glass and holding it up to Lindir who touch his glass to yours

"To new adventure" Lindir said back to you before you kissed him once again

"We can explore Valinor together as a couple Meleth Nin" You said he nodded

"Traveling musicians know through out the undying lands melda" Lindir said making you grin and nod

Elvish Translations

Gi Melin - I love you

Gi Melin ana - I love you to

Meleth nin - My love

Melda - Darling

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As the Advent Calendar Commands

Summery: Lindir gets an Advent Calander and as he opens It's doors he takes it to literally and follows it's doors as if they are orders when they are not facts or saying how many nights or days till Christmas.

Pairing: Lindir X Reader

CW: Reverse MGME fic (Elf falls into the modern world)

Taglist: @eunoiaastralwings, @aetherofthepen

"Lindir have you ever had a advent calendar" You questioned the elf as your head lay in his lap you opened an eye to him.

"No I have not" Lindir said you grinned and sat up you had not opened the door for today

"You open a doors on the days coming to Christmas, and the doors have little facts or something on them and you get a chocolate, or something else depending on the calendar but it is mostly chocolate" you said as you passed your own to him

"It's the xx today so you open that door, read what is on the door and then take the chocolate from the foil" you said the ellon gazed at the advent calendar for a while

"Is this why you call me Lindor" Lindir questioned as he read the companies branding

"Maybe, just open it" You said Lindir he nodded and opened the door

Time to Hunt for Last Years Wrapping Paper

Lindir stood setting the advent calendar and went scowling your apartment he even looked in your chaotic storage cupboard

you glanced to the door and started laughing "Lindir, you don't actually do what the doors say" you said getting up and pulling him to a stop

"It's more like silly advice which you never actually follow" you said unwrapping the chocolate and popping it in Lindir's mouth before he could say anything you glanced up and let out a sigh of course while you were gone to show Lindir what coffee was your roommate had put up mistletoe adding the final decoration to the apartment.

"You know Kissing under the mistletoe is also a tradition" you said as you stood on your tip toes grabbing his shirt pulling him down so you could kiss him for good measure you stole what he hadn't eaten of the chocolate in his mouth leaving a very flustered elf.

"The only thing missing is a tree, when my roommate gets you I can show you want we do with it" you said

"Also Lindir we don't have any wrapping paper, we each go to our parents every year and use their wrapping paper" you said pecking his lip and returning to the couch

"Want to watch a movie" you said patting the spot next to you

"I wouldn't be opposed" Lindir said joining you

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for your celebration, can i request lindir with his husband trying ( & succeeding ) in showing him how much he loves an adores him? i feel like there are times where lindir would get insecure & worried in their marriage that his husband could do better. M!Reader is clearly having none of it, he’d move mountains themselves for lindir, so he spends the entire day-night just proving/worshiping lindir.

Hello, my dear! Here it is! I hope you enjoy it:

It wasn’t anything specific that made you notice Lindir’s insecurities. No, nothing gargantuan that truly sent off a lightbulb in your head as an ‘aha, this is the problem’. It was the little things. 

It started with him not attending dinners with you in public, but rather seeking refuge in his study, then came the subconscious pulling away from your affections if in front of others. Following this were the lingering stares, the gentle tug on the corners of his mouth that would only ever go away when you would wrap your arms around him. 

And then finally it hit you when you saw his frown deepen and his brow furrow in thought when a young elleth approached to ask questions about the newest event Elrond was planning. Truly innocent. However, the hand on your arm and the polite smile that came to your lips made Lindir think ever different. 

“He deserves better,” You recalled him muttering to himself, anger filling your being as you watched his eyes cast downward. He could not see that you truly only cared for him.

That’s when you decided to begin your plan. 

You awoke him with gentle kisses to his eyelids, caressing lips pecking small but meaningful kisses down the front of his cheeks before moving to where his cheekbones meet his temples, a grin pulling on your face as Lindir’s eyes opened. 

“Good morning,” You muttered before cupping his cheek in your hand, tilting his face ever so slightly so your lips could slot against his. 

Lindir responded by melting into you, a pleased sigh leaving him as you rubbed a soothing thumb over his jaw. 

“Good morning to you too,” He uttered, slightly out of breath as he looked at you with wide eyes and a soft smile, a rosy blush developing on his cheeks. 

“What was that for?” He questioned, feeling flustered all over as you simply cuddled up to his side. 

“No special reason,” You replied, voice soft as you held him to you. “Just wanted to give you extra love, that’s all,” You murmured as you began to press more kisses into his skin. 

“Oh?” His voice was teasing, but you could tell he was genuinely suspicious of your sudden affections. 

“Mhm,” You made a noise of agreement to your previous statement, peppering kisses across his shoulder and collar. 

“I don’t believe you,” Lindir joked, but you could tell from his previous insecurities he was concerned, and one thing you knew after all this time was that Lindir enjoyed knowing what you were going to do next- so this sudden change in your behavior, a more present form of affection, startled him and left him feeling as if he was about to go overboard. 

“Well that’s alright,” You replied, pulling back to look at him, briefly pausing to tuck a hair that was in his face behind his ear. 

“You don’t need to believe me, I will simply show you.” 

After an hour or so of kissing and cuddling, murmuring your affections into his skin, Lindir was truly flustered but melting in your embrace, heart feeling reassured and cared for. 

His ears were tinted red and feeling warm to the touch, as well as his whole face flushing every time you pressed a kiss to his skin. But with each kiss, each whisper, each squeeze, the insecurities that mounted on his shoulders for weeks now were pushed off like boulders down a mountain.

“I believe I must get to work now, my love,” He spoke, body not really wanting to leave your side but his anxious brain reminded him of how much paperwork he left on his desk last night. 

“You’ll be happy to know that you have the day off,” That was another part of your plan, schedule the day off with Elrond so you two didn’t have to go anywhere.

Lindir didn’t know whether to feel frightened or excited by your grin as you propped yourself above his form, eyes twinkling as you stared at him. 

“You are all mine today, Melda (beloved).” 

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Imagine Lindir blushing every time you say something nice to him

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Just a Little Help (Lindir x Reader)

Summary:Lindir struggles to tell Y/N he loves them. Elrond knows he needs help.

Word count: 2119

Tags: Fluff; Elrond is a very calm elf; Thranduil, Glorfindel and Erestor are there to help Elrond; Poor Lindir.

A/N: Based on the imagine from @winterinspace.

*From my old blog

You were relaxing in one of the many gardens around Imladris, appreciating the beautiful flowers and feeling the soft breeze gently touching your skin while you peacefully read a book. You were feeling so calm that you didn’t notice one of your closest friends was there with you, until you heard someone cleaning softly their throat. You turned around to see who was behind you and you showed a big smile on your face when you saw Lindir standing there, smiling back at you.

“Oh, Lindir. I wasn’t expecting to see you here! How are you? Do you want to sit here with me?” You asked cheerfully. You enjoyed his company, he was a nice Ellon. He always talked to you and also could listen to you speak for hours, about literally anything.

He nodded and approached, sitting beside you. He slowly took a flower, a blue one, on his hand and gently placed it in your hair, your lips forming a shyly smile at the act.

"It's so pretty. Thank you!" You said, taking his hand on yours.

"It matches with your beauty." You could feel he was a bit embarrassed, but you prefer to say nothing. You spend a good part of the day there, talking about music, books and many other things. You both were very concentrated in your talk, you didn't even realized you had company. On a darker corner, Elrond observed you two carefully, paying attention to details as how you both behaved together.

"What are we looking at?" Erestor appeared behind him, makong Elrond jump but, fortunately, he didn't make any sound.

"Erestor! Next time when we are observing someone, you need to be... well quieter." Elrond said, caressing his robes slowly.

"All right, but what are we observing then? These two together again? I don't understand why they're so slow to tell each other how they feel..." Erestor placed a finger on his chin, with a thoughtful look.

"People need time, Erestor. Sometimes they're just trying to understand their feelings..." said Elrond staring back at you both.

"Oh, so you know that they like each other too?" Erestor's eyes widened.

"Erestor, they're the only ones who don't know that yet." Elrond rolled his eyes, trying to think on how to help you.

"We need to help them! Lindir won't say anything until we give him the courage to tell Y/N he likes them!" Erestor whispered.

Elrond and Erestor glared back at you, in complete silence now. Elrond’s lips formed a smiled when he saw you getting closer to Lindir and him carefully placing his arm around you.

“What are we looking at?” Thranduil’s deep voice suddenly said, making Erestor jump.

“And why are we whispering?” Glorfindel appeared right behind the king and Erestor rolled his eyes impatient.

“We are waiting for a Balrog appear around Imladris, Glorfindel, so you can be pulled by your hair again and I’ll finally have peace. Oh, and we are whispering so he can’t find us!” Said Erestor, with a sarcastic tone and this time, Glorfindel was the one to roll his eyes. Thranduil smirked at the attitude of the two.

“Ah, Erestor… if you love me, just tell me. I understand you! It’s impossible to not love me.” The golden haired elf grinned.

“We are waiting for an amazing minstrel to-” Elrond started to explain, but he was soon cut off by the Elven King.

“To come back?” Thranduil said ironically. “Doesn’t he get tired of waiting?” He said, turning to Glorfindel who only shrugged.

“No, Thranduil. Let me make this clearer: we are waiting for an amazing minstrel, an Imladris minstrel, our minstrel, to say to Y/N he loves them.” Elrond commented and Glorfindel was about to tell something, when the Lord of Rivendell stopped him.

“Let us not talk about other minstrels. Focus on this one here. Lindir is what matters now.”

Now the four of them stared at you. You both were still sitting there, Lindir telling you jokes that made you laugh. Everything was going fine, until you heard someone whimper. You and Lindir turned your heads fast to see who was there, the minstrel’s heart beating faster as never and you were a bit nervous as well.

“You heard that, Lindir?” You asked in a low voice. He nodded.

You decided to get up and go see what was happening, but when you arrived at the entrance of the garden you were surprised to find it empty. Lindir was right back at you and his eyes showed surprise as well.

“I’m sure I heard someone here!” You told him, your voice a bit louder now.

“Me too,” he started. “Y/N, I’m afraid I need to go.” You gave him a sad look and soft sigh, whispering an okay but making sure you would see each other later. You both left the garden, you made your way to your chambers and Lindir, unsuccessfully, went to find Lord Elrond.

***

In a small room, far away from people’s knowledge, Elrond, Thranduil, Erestor and Glorfindel debated a way to try to help Lindir to win your heart.

“Ohhh, we can glue them with honey!” Glorfindel said, with an open smile on his face.

“Do you want to throw fruits as well?” Erestor asked impatiently.

“The task is simple: we give them wine, a lot of wine, and then we let the nature act.” Thranduil shared his idea, throwing his hands to the air. The others just stared at him.

“Don’t you have a better idea, like throwing one of them in a hole on the ground in the middle of the forest and waiting for the other one to save the one in the ground?” Elrond asked. Glorfindel one more time tried to answer but was cut off again.

“It was rhetorical, Glorfindel. We are not doing this and we are not gluing them with honey either!”

Moments passed by, but it seemed hours. Most of the ideas came from Thranduil and Glorfindel but they were not exactly good ideas. And when Erestor tried to tell them that, Thranduil made sure to say that he was the king therefore he could not be wrong.

Tired of all the discussion, Elrond decided to do something simple but very effective.

“I have a plan,” He announced. “You three can find things to make the moment less tense for both of them.” The Lord left the room, without explanations, letting the others with a puzzled look on their faces.

***

It was the end of the day. The sun started to set in the horizon and the wind started to get stronger. You loved that moment of the day, of course Imladris was always peaceful but that moment seemed to be magic. You loved to spend that time with Lindir, but you couldn’t find him and now you wondered where could he be.

“Y/N.” Erestor’s deep voice called for you, taking you away from your thoughts. You turned to him and smiled.

“Hello, Erestor. How’s your evening?” You asked, your tone calm, as Erestor approached you.

“Pretty good and I’m sure yours is as well?” He asked and you nodded.

“Good,” he finished. “Come with me.”

He gave you his arm and you gladly accepted it. You both started to walk, neither of you saying a single word just enjoying the comforting silence. When you got closer to a fountain, you remembered your earlier question and decided to break the quietness and ask Erestor if he knew something about the situation.

“Erestor, do you know something about Lin-”

“Ah, Y/N!” Elrond said cheerfully and to your surprise Lindir was with him, smiling as well.

“Good evening, Lord Elrond. Do you need any help?” You asked.

Elrond stared at Erestor for a moment, but both remained quiet. You knew the looks they were changing had a meaning, but you thought it had nothing to do with you. However, you were wrong.

“Oh no, Y/N. I don’t need help. But Lindir needs to tell you something very important.” He finished his sentence with a big smile on his face and you could see a soft one forming on Erestor’s mouth.

“Does he?” You answered, raising one of your eyebrows.

“Do I?” Lindir was very surprised, you could tell. His eyes widened and the nervousness was apparent.

“Yes, you do.” Elrond answered on a weird way. “Y/N, it is a deep talk about feelings. He needs to tell you something very important and because of it I’ll leave with Erestor so you two can have more privacy…” He didn’t even finish his phrase when he was already dragging Erestor away by his arm, leaving you and Lindir on an awkward silence.

You both glared at each other, you knew he had something to say. It was very clear, so you decided to encourage him.

“Well, what is this you have to say about feelings?” You asked shyly.

“I think it’s clear to everyone that I feel… something for you,” He started and you nodded, indicating that he could continue. “I like you Y/N. More than just a friendship. I love to be with you, to talk to you, to listen you and all your ideas. You’re intelligent, fun and beautiful and I can’t stop thinking about you. That music I played for you on the other day, you inspired me to create that. I love you, Y/N!”

You were speechless for a few seconds. You didn’t have reactions, you wanted to tell him you felt the same way but you couldn’t. At least for a while.

Lindir was very nervous and he was almost collapsing when you finally had a reaction.

“I love you too, Lindir. I-I never had the courage to tell you and I’m so happy to know that you feel the same way…” You said, your voice shaking a bit for the tension of the moment.

“Y/N, can I court you?” Lindir asked, taking your hands. You didn’t answer a simple yes or no. You were fast to kiss him and he happily kissed you back. The whole world stopped and for a few moments it was just the two of you. Eventually you needed to break the kiss for air and suddenly daisies started to fall, slowly around you two. You were finding it cute until a pile of daisies fall on Lindir and a big basket cover his head. You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

“I told you to throw it with kindness, not to throw it like you're cleaning the balcony!” You heard Erestor’s voice.

“I’m sorry, but Lindir’s clothes are not exactly appropriate for the moment and flowers always make things better and prettier!” Glorfindel said cheerfully.

“Of course he doesn’t have my beauty, but still Glorfindel is right. He made Lindir look better.” Thranduil answered, looking down at you too. “Oh, hi. What a beautiful moment!” He finished his phrase and glared proud at you two.

“Our beauty you mean. I’ve already told you, Thranduil, my hair is better than yours and just because of it I’m way prettier than you are.” Glrofindel answered the King, also looking down at you both. “I must say I have a really good taste on flowers. Look at you Lindir! Perfect!” He grinned while Elrond just stayed there, paying attention on the entire moment.

“Thank you, for your help… I guess.” Lindir said, still removing the flowers away from his hair.

“Now Y/N, what do you tell about having dinner with me?” The minstrel asked softly.

“Just with you?” You asked, thinking if the others would join or just leave you two alone for a while.

“Just the two of us…” Lindir said staring back at the four elves on the balcony.

Glorfindel snorted at Lindir’s words.

“Ungrateful…” The golden haired warrior whispered.

“Ah, let us leave these two alone and drink wine, Glorfindel. Come now, they need their time alone.” Thranduil basically dragged the ellon with him and Elrond and Erestor followed them, so they could leave you two with your moment.

The dinner was good. You and Lindir had a really good time together and after your meal, you went to a big majestic garden.

“Do you remember this place, Y/N?” Lindir asked and you nodded.

“Where we met for the first time!” You smiled.

He nodded and took his harp. He started to play a song. Your song. The one and only song he made specially for you, telling all his feelings about you. When he finished, he took your hands holding them tightly and gave a soft kiss.

“I love you, Y/N.” He said, caressing one of your cheeks.

“I love you too, Lindir. I love you too.”

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October 30th

Trick-or-treat

Ah, well...@aeonianarchives and @heilith, here is the entry for Lindir. He was my entry point into writing elves and I'll be forever grateful to him for that :D

We're almost at the end now...

Enjoy!

Words: 629

Warnings: None

“Come on,” you grinned, nudging Lindir in the ribs, much to his visible discomfort, “it will be fun.”

He raised the paper moon headdress at the same time as his elegant eyebrows arched upwards questioningly; despite being neither arrogant nor particularly vain, Lindir was exceedingly reticent to ever present himself in an unfavourable light.

Spinning in your raiment – the twins had decided that you were to be the sun while they would impersonate twinkling stars as a homage to their dear father – you winked at Lindir cheerily. 

Their plan – complete with a map of Imladris – was to pester and beg until the esteemed councillors and residents would either bribe them with treats or become the victims of their wicked practical jokes; they had been looking forward to this night for weeks. 

Neither one of you would have been able to deny the little ones with their pleading eyes and quivering lips anyway, but you had to admit that you loved your costume – shimmering and sparkling in the fading autumn light – and that you felt beautiful in it.

“You’ll look great,” you assured Lindir and stepped closer to him to affix the last part of his own disguise to his shapely head before he could tear the twins’ lovingly crafted creation to shreds by fiddling with it nervously.

“You only say that because you don’t want to disappoint the kids,” he mumbled but froze into a statue of marble under your careful hands. “You don’t actually mean it.”

“But I do!” you cried out vehemently. “I’ve helped embroider this overcoat for you. You look incredibly handsome and the moon suits your calm, mysterious, and enchanting aura so well.”

It was true that he looked stunning in the fruit of your painstaking labours; the silver threads and moonstone beads complimented his pale complexion and depthless eyes just how you had imagined them to do when – dreaming about Lindir’s sweet, quiet nature that warmed your heart without ever burning your skin – your fingers had embellished the fabric in reverence of his subdued but nonetheless pervasive beauty.

Averting his face bashfully, Lindir blushed to the roots of his dark hair – now held back not only by his neat braids but also by the silver-threaded headdress – and fingered the sleeves of the richly decorated garment those he loved so had fashioned for him.

He was painfully aware that his colleagues and friends would get to see him outfitted thus as they were the cornerstones of tonight’s entertainment; he probably already imagined Glorfindel’s smirk and Erestor’s scowl and hence, he shrunk back into a corner as if trying to vanish.

“Are we ready?” The twins burst into the room in a puff of glitter and carefree laughter, dressed as little, twinkling stars; their eyes shone so brightly that, for a moment, you truly believed there would never be darkness in these lands again.

“Almost,” you cooed. “What do you think of our beloved Lindir? Won’t he make a fantastic moon?”

“Oh, he’s the master of mooning,” Lord Elrond commented slyly, leaning against the doorframe and winking discreetly at you; even though he was the very definition of gravitas and neutrality, he sometimes couldn’t resist a small jibe when the occasion arose. 

It was all in good fun though and when he asked you to stand, all together, on the balcony so he could commit this picture to his eternal and infallibly faithful memory, you couldn’t fight the radiant smile – quite worthy of the sun you were meant to represent – rising on your face like a new day.

Dutiful as ever, Lord Elrond dug his hands into his coat pockets and produced the twins’ favourite treats. “Go and terrorise my peaceful sanctuary,” he whispered and watched his sons barrel down the corridor with an enthusiastic war-cry.

@fellowshipofthefics Only one more to go and you'll be rid of me!

As ever, lots of love from me!

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Imagine courting Lindir

(Sorry for the late delay, I was on a week long vacation and had no focus to publish these till the end of the week. I tried to make this sweet as possible so I hope you enjoy it,) 

(Little note, this is a male reader, so you don’t get confused) 

Requested by @gilairon-deactivated20221015

Warnings: none really, fluff, a possible inappropriate jokes, relationship stuff, Lindir being the sweetes boy. 

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-You were one of the guards of Rivendell.

-You didn’t do much, to be honest. You guarded the gates, scouted the borders, and ensured everything was fine before taking the rest of the day off and doing your own things.

-You wanted an ordinary life, away from orcs, darkness, and bad things that once happened in your long elven life. You had seen and experienced too much, so it was time to go on retirement and take things easy.

-Then you met Lindir. He was just the sweetest being you had ever laid your eyes upon, and his voice made your heart beat louder than any war drums.

-When you saw him for the first time – it was like an arrow had pierced through your chest, making you feel immense love for this ellon.  

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Author's Choice

Fotfictober Prompts: 31 - Author's Choice

Last minute change of my Author's Choice from Folk Tale to whatever this is as a November Request is a Folktale and I don't want to post 2 so close together

Author's Choice Prompt: The first frost of the season, The chilly bite in the morning air, Frost collecting on each blade of grass.

Summery: Lindir and the Reader spend some much needed TLC together as Elrond calls a break to all work which does not need urgent care.

Characters: Lindir and Reader

Pairing: Lindir x Reader

Readers Pronouns: He/Him

The once colorful valley of Imladris had been struck with a cold winter early the greens and oranges where slowly turning blue.

You took a sigh as the crisp chilly morning air bit at your face you could see you're breath, you had just returned from Patrol and your hands were freezing, all of the skin exposed to nature was cold, like most of your patrol insted of taking your armour off in the armory you decided to take it to your talan, the morning due had turned to frost on the plants.

The Frost had taken over the windows of your talan and a thin layer of ice lay over your porch you opened the door and were greeted with the warm air the fire was going in the hearth, candles were lit to give more light and the soft scent of Cinnamon from the lembas Lindir was making was coming from the Kitchen.

You had quickley moved out of your father's house when you married the elf you walked into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around the ellon he yelped at the sudden contact.

"Y/n your armor is freezing, you are freezing" Lindir said turning to you

"Your nose has turned red" Lindir said

"Your ears are red almost 24/7 Lindir" you said he shook his head and pushed you away

"I'll run you a nice warm bath and get your clothes I warmed up for you" Lindir said

"Will you join me in the bath" you questioned

"No, thats highly inappropriate" Lindir said

"Lindir, last time I check we were married, I also have seen you naked before" You said

"The bath is off the table I'll just get your clothes" Lindir said you caught his wrist and span him around

"A kiss" You questioned

"Not until you are warmer" Lindir said hurrying off you followed him and got to your room, Lindir turned to you and started to remove your armour.

"Lindir, I can do this myself" you said as he continued to remove your armor as he was so used to doing for your father, you hooked your arms around his and pulled him up.

"Your my husband, not my servant Lindir, you may serve my father, but you do not serve me" you said pressing a kiss to his forehead and taking your armor off yourself, Lindir stood frozen to the spot

"You need to get used to the fact your my husband, I do not wish for this to happen every time i come home, sure some ellon's get their wives to help, but I do not wish for you to think you serve me, I love you very dearly Meleth nin" You said as you changed pulling on the trousers Lindir had laid out for you.

"You need a healer Meleth you are bleeding" Lindir said in worry you raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm so I am, do not worry Lindir, this is not from a battle, something simply spooked my horse and i fell off and my leg got caught in it's reins so it pulled me along with it, it's a simple scratch, I can just put a bandage over it" and so that was what you did before pulling the rest of the winter robes on, you decided to join your husband again to see him taking the Lembas bread out of the oven.

"can i have some" you asked

"Careful it's hot" Lindir said

"I'm hot and yet your never careful" You said making the ellon blush

"I- i mean it in a literal sense" Lindir said as you pressed a kiss to his neck

"I know you do, do you want some Tea" you questioned reaching for the cupboard

"if you are making it" Lindir said as you took two cups down and the tea leaves you soon both had some tea and where now sat on the plush chair by the fire, it was covered with blankets and pelts you had somehow tempted Lindir onto your lap so your head rested on his shoulder, he was watching as the frost spread across the window.

"I wonder if winter has arrived this fast for all of middle earth" Lindir questioned you hmmed in contentment

"Probably who knows, the convoy from the greenwood with the trade will probably talk about it so you can overhear them if you want to" you said taking a sip of your tea

"whenever it got cold you had the house to entertain you with Glorfindel, Erestor, your siblings, Elrond, you had the library, it must be a pretty boring comparison now stuck with me in a small Talan I decently sized way away from the house" Lindir said

"I prefer this, it's quite, Elladan isn't screaming at me, and it is very warm and cozy, besides we can bake, cuddle, watch the fire, we have books to read, always boring paper work and I have constellations of freckles to kiss" You hmmed Lindir hid his face in your hair

"I hate you" Lindir muttered flustered

"Love you to" you grinned

Elvish Translations:

Meleth nin - my love

Meleth - love

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CELEBRATION TIME I FINISHED FOTFICTOBER ON TIME, THEIR WAS MANY A DAY I HAD TO SCRAMBLE TO WRITE A FIC IN TIME BUT THIS WAS VERY ENJOYABLE I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT PROMPT LIST EVENT

🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎈🎈🎈🎈💃💃💃

[asecretsomeone]

No one has requested this but imma make a Lindir X Y/n :), idk what to call it tho, got any ideas? Btw Y/n is a girl a.k.a you

Lindir X Y/n

Y/n is Lord Elrond daughter so she is very fond of lindir since he has been working for elrond for quite some time.

You had been travelling with the Company and you were quite exited to finally get back home to Rivendell. Yet you knew that you wouldn't be staying for long.

When you arrived everyone was looking around at the beautiful views.

Lindir slowly and gracefully walks down the stairs. When he gets to the bottom he greets gandalf. He turns to you, and kisses you hand. "Welcome back, My lady" Lindir says gracefully. You bow ever so slight lightly and say " I'm happy to be back". (Btw you two aren't dating yet)

"I need to speak to lord elrond" Gandalf says to lindir. "My lord is not here" lindir replys with "where is he?" Gandalf asks. But before Lindir could answer, the welcome horn blows to say that someone has arrived aka Lord elrond.

The dwarves huddle together while poor bilbo had been pushed to the center to be "protected" while big white horses surrounded them.

"Mithrandir" elrond says happily. "Lord Elrond! Pleasure to see you again" Gandalf responds. Elrond hops off his big dark brown horse and says "pleasure is all mine" while handing a sword he found to lindir.

You run up to elrond and hug him. "Y/n!" Elrond says happily to you. You smile in response. "Go take a bath you are covered in dirt" he says to you "and lindir, go with her". He offers you his arm and you take it. He tells some maids in elvish to prepare your bath while still holding you arm.

When you came to the bathing room your bath was a perfect temperature and ready for you. Lindir let's go and says "Enjoy your bath my lady". And with that he leaves you alone to bathe.

You loved it when he called you "my lady" since he doesn't say it to anyone else.

By this point you had taken all your clothes off and you where in the perfectly warm bath.

The time flew by and lindir knocked on the door "My lady? May I come in?". You cover up all you parts with bubbles while thinking about that you look nothing like other girls "you can come in now lindir. There is nothing for you to see." You reply.

He comes in and says calmly " I brought you some ointment for your hands." You reply with a simple "Thank you". He sits down next to you on the outside of the bath may I add and gestures for you to give him your hand.

He starts gently putting the ointment on your hands. You started blushing since you have always wanted to feel how his hands felt on yours but not in a creepy way.

"It's soon dinner, my lady." He says to fill the silence. You reply with a very simple and sharp "ok".

After he finished putting ointment on your hand he stands up slight bows and leaves.

You where dressed and ready for dinner with the dwarves, gandalf and ofc elrond your father. Lindir was patiently waiting for you on the other side of the door.

When you came out he slightly smiled and offered you his arm, you took it ofc. You two walked to the dinning room thingy. (If you have seen the films you probably know that's its less of a room and more of a balcony but like whatever).

You get to you chair which is next to elronds and you sit down and let go of lindirs arm. By this point you had butterfly's in your stomach since you had a big crush on lindir. He also had butterfly's in his stomach since he also likes you but knew that you would reject him if he told you.

Elrond, the dwarves and gandalf come in and sit down. <OK let's just skip to after dinner>.

You got up because everyone was finished and so where you.

You got up and headed to you chambers. It started to rain quite heavily. You weren't feeling very happy at the moment since you reminded yourself that you could never be with lindir, the love of you life.

You headed out to you favourite garden and started crying. You where incredibly wet.

"Y/n....." you look up and lindir is sitting next to you dripping with water since he has been looking for you.

Lindir: "What's the matter?"

You look at him and then look down.

Y/n: "I-I'm in....Love".

Lindir looks at you and says "why are you crying then? It's not a bad thing to be in love.".

Y/n: " it is if you can never be with them...:

Lindir: "Oh......"

You two went quite for a bit since you were in love with each other but lindir thought it was someone else

Y/n: "do you know how it feels?.....to be in love....?"

Lindir: "Yes".

Y/n: "are you in love".

Lindir: " Yes.....but I'm afraid to tell them".

.........

Lindir: "who is it you are in love with??"

You look at him trying to tell him that it is him with your expressions. When he realised that its him, his eyes go wide and you run off in embarrassment thinking that he does not like you back.

You run into your chambers and run to the balcony you fall down kinda gracefully into a sitting position on the floor of the balcony while crying into your hands.

Lindir comes rushing in.

Lindir: "Y/n....."

You don't look up you just keep on crying.

He pulls you up from the floor and cups you face in his hands. He looks into you eyes and says "I love you too".

You kiss him gracefully but you feel someone watching you so you pull back, your heads turn quickly to the door and there stands elrond just standing there in pure shock.

Lindir was incredibly embarrassed so he walks quite quickly out, almost a run.

You just stand still staring at your father. (Btw it has stopped raining).

Y/n: "I love him"

All elrond does is nods to gesture you to go after him.

You run around the Palace shouting Lindirs name.

You come to your favourite garden where you two met for the first time. You sit down next to him on the bench he was sitting on. You slowly hold his hand while still looking forward.

He looks at you and says "y/n...."

Y/n: "Yes?".

Lindir: "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. May I court you?"

.....

You looked at him with pure shock and say "Yes!" And with that you kiss him.

You two sit together and look out at the beautiful view. You turned around while holding lindirs hand to see elrond smiling. he nods a little. You turn back around and lindirs asks "are you alright?" You reply with "Never been happier".

The end 💖

~Hope you guys like it I used soooo long writing this~

[maximwtf]

“memorabilia from battles.”

                        Lindir x warrior reader

words: 1820

google docs pages: 3

warnings: mentions of wounds, slight mention of blood, mentions of scars

opening: After coming back from a battle, You swore to Lindir you didn’t get injured. Later that night, Lindir accidentally sees the fresh scars you had hidden from him. 

AN// reader can be any gender! You can also choose if the reader is a human or an elf. I’ve been thinking about writing part 2 for “I’ve got you.” so that’s probably the next fanfic I’ll post !^^

Not proof read!!

        “memorabilia from battles.”

The battle was over, and the survivors were coming back to Rivendell. You had lost a great bunch of soldiers, but victorious nonetheless. Gazing at the worn out soldiers around you made you sad, many of them had lost people they had known for ages. 

Elrond led the remaining soldiers to the entrance, his horse trotting in first making everyone follow right behind him. You pat the neck of your trusty horse as it walked forwards slowly in the crowd. You could see Lindir and a couple of guards waiting as you passed the two statues of guards. 

You saw Lindir’s gaze move frantically as he was looking for you in the crowd. He wasn’t allowed to run to look for you, since he had to talk to Elrond first. You saw Elrond get off his horse, and slowly walk up to Lindir. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the conversation was soon over, and Elrond left his horse, also leaving the group so he could go and change out of his armory. You saw Lindir turn back to the group, his eyes still looking for you in hopes that you had survived. you knew he was able to see how many of you had fallen, since the group that returned wasn’t nearly as big as it had been when you left.

You heard him speak up. Commanding a couple of the guards to assist the horses to the stables, and for the injured to go and see healers as they were already prepared to heal the ones who had returned. Lindir was most likely going to be busy today, since Elrond must have been tired after the battle, but that didn’t stop you from seeing him. You had to make sure he knew that you were still alive. 

After the others had left to see healers, eat and get some rest you were the only one left behind. Lindinr had almost left, but you were able to call out for him. “Lindir!” You jumped off your horse, only holding on to the reins. He seemed to have recognized your voice because he turned around quickly, his eyes widening for a moment when he finally saw you. “You’re alive.” He said quietly, you almost not even hearing it. “I was too tough I suppose.” You grinned a little, happy to finally see him. It was always horrible to leave him behind when you had to go and fulfill your duties as a warrior. You walked closer to him, wanting to hug him but you didn’t. In his words ‘it’s inappropriate’ which made you laugh to think of, but you knew how he was with publicly showing affection. INstead, you offered your hands out for him, which he gladly took in his. His hands were warm and soft, your’s were cold from fighting and hard from training and fighting. “Melda (beloved), are you okay?” Lindir asked, examining you with his eyes to see if you had any wounds or even smaller injuries. You smiled at him, happy to see him worried every time you returned. As much as you wanted to be honest, you didn’t dare to tell him about the few wounds you had gotten, you’d take care of them yourself soon. “I’m fine, all in one piece as you can see.” You reassured him, thumbs caressing his hands slightly. He didn’t reply for a moment, only looking at you with worry clear in his gaze. “You should go and rest, I can get you something to eat.” He said, not really offering for you to go and rest, it sounded more like a command. “Then that’s what I shall do, Na lû e-govaned vîn melda (until next we meet, beloved.)” You replied. Lindir reached to get the reins of your horse, which you let him take. “Galu (good bye), I’ll see you at our quarters later.” You said, slowly walking up the stairs.”N'i lû tôl (until then).” Lindir said quietly, as he began to lead the horse to the stables. 

You walked to the room you shared with Lindir, and began to take off your armor. You could already feel your muscles and how sore they felt. Lindir had been right, you really did need some rest and as quickly as possible. You took a look at the bed, thinking about how Lindir was still shy about sleeping in the same bed, even though you had started courting a good while back. He had never been too fond of fighting and it broke your heart every time you had to leave for one. You still didn’t understand fully why he had chosen you, but you couldn’t be happier with him. He was even understanding of your duties, even if he didn’t like it. 

You set the armor down, stretching your shoulders. You began to take off your shirt, slowly lifting it over your head, trying not to get your already tangled hair to become even more of a mess. Just before you were able to slide the shirt off of your wrists, you heard a knock and the door opened. You cringed, already knowing who it was. Before you were able to turn and face the person, you already heard a gasp. “Y/n!” You hissed a little, dropping the shirt on the ground as you turned to find Lindir standing halfway in the room with a small tray in his hands. He was looking at you with worry and sadness in his eyes, almost speechless. “Melda (dear), look-” You tried to explain yourself but Lindir spoke up before you could. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his voice sounding panicked as he put down the tray on a nightstand. 

You could feel his eyes trace the old and new scars across your body. Some of them had already healed fully, only leaving behind a faint reminder of the wounds you had gotten in battle. The new ones were still red and irritated, but none of them were still bleeding. You had made sure to take care of the bleeding on the battlefield, finding shelter for a moment so you could always wrap something around them. “Why have you hidden these from me?” Lindir asked, walking closer to you. You looked away from him, in shame of the fact that you hadn’t been honest with him. “Lindir, please hear me out.” You muttered, taking the silence as a sign to continue. “I see your worry and concern, and I didn’t want you to feel that way. I was going to take care of them myself. Goheno nin (forgive me).” You explained to him, hoping that he would understand. The silence he was giving you was destroying you inside and outside but you didn’t say anything, letting him speak up when he wanted to. “Melda (dear), you could have told me. I could have helped you.” He then said, hovering his hand carefully around the wounds he was able to see. You bit your teeth together when he accidentally touched the skin. “Sorry…” He mumbled, bringing you closer to him carefully, as if you were going to break otherwise. “Let me help you with these, it breaks me more to see you in pain.” He whispered so quietly you wouldn’t have heard him if he wasn’t so close to your ear. “Feel free to.” You replied with a small smile tugging on your lips. Lindinr let go of your waist, gently leading you to sit on the bed. He opened the nightstand drawer, and after looking for a moment he pulled out something. It looked like tape, but you assumed that it was something else. Lindir cut off pieces of the tape and turned to you. “I got you some food as well.” He commented, putting one end of the tape on the other side of one of the wounds, stretching it to the other side so the wound closed up. You gritted your teeth together as he put more of the tapes on the wounds, closing them one by one. Every now and then he would quietly apologize when you let out small whines. You could see his expression twist into a frown every time he heard you groan or whine from the pain, which made you try to be as quiet as you could. 

Lindir finished applying the tape on the ‘worst’ wounds. You didn’t think they needed that much care, but you let him do it nevertheless. You knew it made him happy to know that you were going to be okay. “Lindir, I’m sorry I’ve been lying to you.” You mumbled, breaking the silence that had been building up. He hummed, offering you the tray he had brought with him. “I understand why you did what you did. But please, you can tell me in the future.” You took the tray he offered, smiling at him. “I will.” You started, taking a spoonful of the food he had brought to you. “Gi melin (I love you).” You whispered out, the smile turning into a smirk as he was still able to blush when you told him that. “Gi melin.” He whispered back at you as he stood up. “You should really rest now. I’ll join you later.” Lindir then said, taking a step closer to the door. “N'i lû tôl (until then)” You replied to him after finishing the food. 

You laid down, pulling the covers on top of you to keep you warm. “Posto vae melda (rest well, dear).” Linindir’s voice said from the door before he closed it. You smiled after he had left. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, since you were already exhausted from the battle. 

The next time you woke up, the whole room was dark. No light coming in from the windows and through the thin curtains. You felt someone sit on the bed and soon lay down. You were still half asleep as your brain kept telling you to fall back asleep, but even though that, you knew it was Lindir. He turned to face you, seeing that you were half awake. He didn’t say anything, only placed his arm carefully on your waist, afraid he would hurt you by accident since the wounds were still healing. The action made you smile. You shuffled a little closer to him before falling asleep again.

[sanisse]

For Kinktober- Lindir + mommy kink? 👀

This one got long but I was in my feelings about it. Thank you for this lovely prompt choice!! Lindir is just…Hngg. So soft. So sweet. He’s perfect for this one. If there are typos I’m so sorry I wrote this at 2AM in the throes of a bout of insomnia.

KINTOBER 06. - MOMMY KINK - LINDIR X READER

Spice level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶(fluffy but also a bit filthy tbh)

Warnings/Notes: MD/lb dynamics (not heavy but it is present), overstimulation, very very very very mild consent play (with a safeword check-in). It’s absolutely nothing heavy. Lindir just asks the reader to push him past his limits because it helps him personally to reach subspace. Lots of aftercare! this is much more of a soft dominance hurt/comfort bent than anything else. As much as I do enjoy wrecking Lindir, this concept had me no thoughts head empty.

Translations: naneth - mom/mommy, tithen pen - little one, gwinig - baby boy, tithen melda - little love, mîr - jewel/treasure

Lindir lies curled against you, face tucked beneath your chin as you stroke his back, his hair, his ear. He’s exhausted today. Elrond does his best not to overwork him, but Lindir often pushes himself too hard against Elrond’s best efforts to make sure he doesn’t.

You took one look at him the second he entered the chambers you two share and ordered him straight to bed. Lindir had protested. You wouldn’t hear it. You had coaxed him there, promising to hold him. The second you had pulled up into your arms, he had started to cry.

He apologizes for it when he finds his voice again. You shush him and tell him that you don’t mind. That he can cry if he needs to. You know it’s his body’s natural response to the sheer anxiety that’s always lurking in his mind. He has so much trouble shutting his brain off. The tears are catharsis. Release.

When he finally seems to have cried his fill, you dry his face and get him a glass of water, then hold him again. Lindir obediently drinks what you give him, shucks himself out of his clothes to get more comfortable, then curls back around you. He feels so delicate. And still, he still holds tension in his spine. Like an overwound clock, his heart ticks frantically against yours.

“You need to rest,” you remind him, tone half-scolding.

“I know,” Lindir says miserably.

You card through his hair. Still, he is so tense. You ask: “Can you relax your shoulders for me, tithen pen? Take a deep breath? Really slowly?”

He presses a bit closer at the endearment, blushing but pleased. He likes to have tasks handed to him. It gives him something tangible to think about. He sucks in air, then lets it out in a hiss. It’s not ideal, but it’s something. You feel his body loosen a little in your arms.

“Good boy,” you murmur, and kiss his forehead.

Lindir lets out a tiny whine and melts. You feel his cock stir against your stomach. You can’t help a soft sound of surprise. You don’t mean to rile him up. You just know how much he likes to hear that.

“Please,” he whispers. “Could we— could you—? I just need things to be simple for a time? I—I cannot—“

You croon another comforting noise and hold him a little tighter. Sweetening your voice, you ask him: “Do you want naneth to take care of you? To make you feel good?”

Lindir mewls and nods, flushing to the tips of his ears, suddenly so hard.

You kiss his forehead again, then guide him to sit upright with you and draw him into your lap. Lindir rests his head against your breast and closes his eyes, just listening to your heartbeat.

He is so pretty and perfect it hurts. Like he’s made out of porcelain, cheeks painted rosy pink, mouth plush and soft and slightly parted. He gasps and jerks when reach down and pet his cock with the crook of your finger.

“Please, naneth—“ he begs.

You lift his head by his chin to kiss him on the mouth. “I’ve got you. Relax for me, gwinig. Can you be good for me?”

Lindir nods frantically and remembers to take another deep breath.

He shivers as you close your hand around his cock and stroke him. Your pace is slow, has him bucking up into your hand, dissolving into noise, incoherant and gilded with sweat.

“Does it feel good, tithen melda?”

Lindir nods again. “C-can I—?”

“Yes,” you tell him.

He splits apart only half a minute later with a gorgeous high-pitched yelp, shaking. You gasp in delight and keep stroking him right through it. Speeding until he’s sobbing again, but this time from pleasure.

“Can you do another for me?” you ask him.

You want to wear him out. You want to wring him dry.

Lindir weakly moans and nods.

This time, you’re faster, harsher. You know Lindir likes a bit of pain mingled with his pleasure. Lindir just says thank you, thank you, thank you and cants up into your hand, then comes again with a ruined moan that you swallow with a kiss.

“Good boy. You are doing so well for me,” you tell him. So proud of you, gwinig.”

He moans again. His cock gives a halfhearted little twitch, leaking all over your hand. You draw up to tease the head, now raw and red and oversensitive, and Lindir squirms in your lap, whimpering, but makes no protest.

“I want you to take another,” you whisper in his ear. “Your body’s all overworked and we need to wear you out so you can sleep, alright?”

Lindir wails into your shoulder, trembling.

“I—I can’t, naneth,” he pleads.

You still your hand, frowning, and drop your tone to something softer. “Can you tell me a color, gwinig? Please?”

Sometimes he likes to be pushed past his protestations. It helps him to get out of his own head. Still, you want to make absolutely sure that’s what he wants you to do.

“Green,” Lindir breathes back.

“You’re positive?”

He nods and reaches up to loop his arms around your neck, crowding even closer to you, like he wants to slip inside and live there. Like you’re his whole world. You let out a relieved breath and start to toy with the tip of his cock again.

“You can,” you tell him, “You can do it. I am going to count down from twenty and you’re going to come for me again. Do you think you can do that for me, gwinig?”

The sound Lindir lets out is absolutely filthy. He rolls his hips and begs: “Please—“

“Use your words, mîr.”

“Don’t stop,” he pants.

You cradle the back of his head and keep him pressed to your chest as you stroke him, letting him reach up and palm your breast as he whimpers, pure liquid in your arms, twitching like he wants to both get away and thrust up into your fist.

You count. You count. You count.

Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen…

Lindir’s grabs onto your other arm, clawing at it for purchase, too overwhelmed and overstimulated to do anything else.

Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…

You draw up to make a fist around the head and milk him. Lindir jerks. His hand curls around your wrist so hard he draws blood. You don’t mind.

Twelve, eleven, ten, nine…

“Please,” he whimpers, “Please, naneth— I can’t—“

You pause. Reassure: “You can. You can do it. You can be so good. You’re doing so well, gwinig. So close. Just a bit longer. Can you do that for me?”

He keens at the praise and melts again. When he nods, you say good boy, and I have you and keep pushing him higher and higher all the way to:

Five, four, three, two…

ONE.

“Come,” you command.

He lets out a long, tortured sound, shudders, hammers up into your hand to drive himself the rest of the way, to obey — because that’s all he ever wants. He loves it. Loves how nothing matters in this moment except for the buzz in his skull. The consuming lightning that strikes his cock when he falls apart, shattering with a wrecked, high-pitched, hoarse scream. He comes dry. There’s nothing left to give, and you know you finally have him where he wants to be: in that fuzzy, warm, content, simple place where his mind will finally give him some peace.

“There you are,” you soothe, “Good boy, Lindir. Well done.”

You draw him back up into your arms. He clings to you as you rub his back through the aftershocks, massaging his shoulders and neck.

When he finally finds the energy, he mumbles: “Can we have scones? Will you read to me?“

You smile and kiss his head. “You can have whatever you want, sweet boy.”

Half an hour and a hot bath later, Lindir sits cocooned in the duvet, sleepily munching on scones while you read him his favorite book.

[xxalaskanekko144xx]

Lindir with Elrond's daughter as his s/o

[Ft. Papa Elrond + Big brothers Elrohir and Elladan and Big sister Arwen [might seem a bit rushed :'D]]

- Lindir was very nervous when he confessed to Elrond that he was in love with you.

- I mean, like why wouldn't he? Your the daughter of the Lord of Rivendell for Eru's sake.

- Meanwhile, Elrond would approve the relationship knowing that Lindir would take good care of you.

- Elrohir and Elladan approved his relationship with you, their little sister. As they were raised on the be half of the assistant of their father. They immediately gave their blessing.

- Although, that doesn't mean Lindir or you are safe from their superior teasing.

- Most dates consists of walks around Rivendell, cuddling or Lindir singing songs for you in his or your room or having a small picnic under the stars.

- When Lindir is stressed, he wants cuddles and words of reassurement from you. Knowing well that having a high position like Lindir or Glorfindel, can be exhausting.

- When you are stressed, Lindir gives you gentle massages and small kisses on cheeks and nose. He sometimes brews you tea to help calm your senses.

- Soft kisses waking up and before going to bed is also a routine for the both of you.

- Lindir would always wake you up with breakfast in bed and a kiss on the forehead. It always make you smile

- You two sometimes do each others hair, adding on small flowers or other accessories.

- The sweetest and most gentle elf to be coupled with in Rivendell.

[heilith]

Bottled Up

A/n: Aaand it’s here! :DDD I couldn’t be happier. 

The absolutely stunning art was brought to life by @mysandwichranaway​ Applause, guys, please - I will never forget how he saved the day and stepped up to collaborate with me, when I was absolutely discouraged. Thank you, my friend, you’re gorgeous!

Long story short, here’s our piece for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration 2022 project, that united so many talented, kind and creative people. @fellowshipofthefics​, you, guys, rock. 

Our prompt was “Musical Bards and Their Heroic Muses”. 

@i-did-not-mean-to​ You know, the night before I wrote it I dreamed I was writing it with you for 3-4 hours straight. So you can totally consider yourself a co-author and an inspiration

Also tagging as requested - @mismaeve (a new Lindir, my love!!!), @glassgulls @oenothera5 @noldorinpainter @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @eunoiaastralwings​ @a-contemplation-upon-flowers​ (may be, you will enjoy it)

Forgive me, if I forgot anyone. Ok, I shut up.

Bottled Up

“Spin that baby, laddie!” Bofur cheered happily.  

“I don’t want to kiss you,” Kili growled, pushing the bottle with one finger only, “Any of you, on that matter.”

“Why are you playing this, then?”

“There’s a lady among us,” reminded Kili with a wink.

You laughed, just happy to relax and leave the troubles you all had to live through in the back of your mind, if only for a while.

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‘twas a lark (or a nightingale?) - Chapter 13 🔥

Chapter 12

@eunoiaastralwings,@self-conscious-author, @heilith, @sorisooyaa

As promised @eunoiaastralwings, I am putting out another chapter of this :D 💖💖💖 (thanks for remembering this story)

Words: 1,7k

Warnings: Nudity, kissing...slight NSFW

“Beg your pardon?” he called – a bit too loudly – while worrying at a loose strand on the towel he was holding with his nails, ready to reach around the curtain blindly to hand it to her.

“Well, you cannot tell me that you’d present yourself naked to my brother and not to me!”

“I was in my underwear,” Lindir corrected her, “and I think you’ve all seen more than enough!”

“Oh, it’s never enough,” Lú laughed and pulled back the curtain shamelessly, “but fair is fair, so this is me!”

There she stood, naked as the day she had been born, steam rising from her creamy, freckled skin and impish delight glittering in her sea-green eyes.

Lindir gulped; there was no way that he’d undress in front of her after she had pulled a stunt like that on him.

If he was entirely honest, he didn’t even want to be in the same room as her at the moment for fear that she’d notice how much of an effect her naked form surrounded by billowing mist had on his poor, feeble mind and even weaker body.

“Come on, pretty boy,” Lú coaxed, “don’t be shy!”

With a gleeful chuckle, she stepped out of the shower and started towelling her hair dry as if there was nothing incongruent in her actions.

“You are beautiful,” Lindir whispered, just a moment too late, his voice just a tad too breathy to make her believe that he was unfazed by it all, “and I truly wish I was your suitor.”

“And you’re not because…?” Lú met his gaze in the mirror.

“You’re out my league and you’ll only be there for a season,” he sighed, “and I cannot be left again; it would break my heart beyond repair.”

There was damage there, she felt, but his closed expression told her that this was not the moment to bring his ludicrous paranoia up, so she changed the subject.

Clumsily.

“Can I kiss you? As if you were my suitor?” Lú asked, touched by his little, miserable face that betrayed such a deep misunderstanding of who and what he was to people.

“I don’t know,” Lindir muttered, but he stepped closer and leaned towards her which she took as an unspoken invitation to bury her fingers into his hair and tug cautiously.

The name of the illustrious hotel rolled like water and silk of Thranduil’s tongue.

“Thrandy,” Elrond chuckled, “how have you been?”

“Elrond.” The name sounded like a curse.

“I just called to say that your son is here with us,” Elrond informed him calmly, “and to congratulate you on Lú; I understand that she’s one of your foundlings.”

“Foundlings? I don’t have foundlings!” Bluster and deflection, those were tricks Thranduil had perfected over the years.

“Sure you do,” Elrond laughed good-humouredly, “she does you great honour. She’s a wonderful young woman and an accomplished worker; you’ve trained her well, but more importantly, you’ve raised her well.”

“They’ll be the death of me,” Thranduil admitted in a harsh tone, pinching the bridge of his high, elegant nose, “she and Legolas. They are so very wild.”

“They’ve been nothing but civil under my roof,” Elrond contradicted, “and – I hate to be the one to tell you this – you need to get out of the house more. You work too much!”

“We’re not all running a house of ill-repute,” Thranduil snarled.

“My house has a wonderful reputation,” Elrond once again softly disagreed, “but you know that and you’re just being contrary on principle. Listen, I am not one of your kids, you don’t pull the wool over my eyes, Thranduil. Come down one of these days, find out what interests you so yourself and have a good meal.”

He chuckled as he thought of the lithe, slender figure of his old rival and strange friend.

“One meal won’t destroy your waistline,” he mocked tenderly, “come on!”

“I am busy,” Thranduil replied sharply.

“Too busy to come see your girl? She misses you and it would mean so much to her,” Elrond gave back in a coaxing tone.

“Enough, I’ll think about it. Tell me about that Lindir-creature!”

Ah, Elrond thought, so she had spoken to Thrandy about it; no doubt, she had also reported that the napkins were not always perfectly starched and that Elrond overpaid his staff, for Lú was nothing if not dutiful.

“He’s my right-hand man,” Elrond informed him, “diligent, clean, and sober. He’s kind to a fault and…he’s very fond of Lú.”

“Even though she’s my spy?” Thranduil’s tone was dripping with biting irony.

“Even though she is,” Elrond confirmed without hesitating, “we all are. Are you worried about her? I’d be worried about him; the poor man is swept off his feet.”

A long, low sigh resounded at the other end of the line before Thranduil admitted that Lúthadis had a tendency to do just that. “She always finds the softest, weakest, gentlest of men and breaks his heart by playing rough.”

“Then he is doomed,” Elrond declared, his voice full of regret, “for soft he is indeed; Lindir has a fragile soul, but – from what I’ve seen this far – Lú knows how to take him.”

“That’s just what you have to dread,” Thranduil laughed ruefully and said his goodbyes; he had forgotten how annoyingly gentle Elrond was.

At the same time, he was also proud that his girl was doing so well though; he loved hearing that she was liked by her co-workers and superiors, after all, that had been one of the reasons why he had ever sent her down.

Lú kissed him cautiously, a mere brush, the touch of a butterfly wing on a flower petal and Lindir seemed to melt into the unexpected caress as if the solid layer of ice surrounding his person was thawing under the first blandishments of the spring sun.

“Shower,” he mumbled vaguely against her lips, but he was unwilling to let go of her now that he finally got to hold her in his arms; how often had he dreamed about just this?

“Go ahead,” Lú laughed, letting her hands slide down to his ass and cupping it playfully in a gesture of comradery and encouragement.

“Will you close your eyes?” he asked breathlessly, shame rising like a sun in his face.

“No,” she replied honestly, “I truly want to see you. Is that bad? It is…”

“You won’t laugh at me though, will you?” he went on as he discarded his creased shirt and threw it into a laundry basket, “I don’t like being mocked.”

“I mock you relentlessly, Lindir,” she chuckled, “but always in jest; I highly doubt that your naked form would be worthy of derision.”

“It’s just because…” Lindir sighed and when her right hand slid around to come to rest on his hip, her thumb trailing inwards ever so slightly, he groaned: “You’re not making it better, you know?”

“I’ve slept with men before, I am familiar with erections, Lindir,” Lú assured him gently, “please do not trouble yourself on that subject. Go ahead…make it sexy!”

“See? Now you’re mocking me!” he exclaimed in frustration, “You know full well that there is nothing sexy about me!”

Rolling her eyes at him, Lú intonated Don’t be so shy by Imany and – to her utter surprise – his movements gained a bit of rhythmic enthusiasm.

When the last stitch of fabric was removed, her mouth went dry, and she felt her eyes try bulging out of her skull; he was pristine.

Long-limbed and uniquely elegant in composition, Lindir – naked – looked like something drawn by a master’s hand onto thick paper rather than a real human being.

“Are you satisfied, woman? Does it give you some kind of perverse pleasure to see me thus?” Lindir ground out between gritted teeth.

“You know that I’ve never thought to humiliate you, right?” Lú stepped up to him and cupped his cheek gently, forcing him to meet her inquisitive gaze.

“Right,” he nodded sheepishly, “I do that on my own quite well; I don’t need your help.”

“Stop it,” Lú exclaimed impatiently, “you got something wrong, no big deal. I am not dating Legolas, I never will…why are you struggling so? I don’t understand you!”

His paralysing doubts were starting to truly frustrate her for she didn’t know what he wanted anymore; a few minutes ago, it had looked as if he was interested in her, but now, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

“When this is over – after it went terribly wrong of course – you’ll pack your things and be all right, won’t you? What about me? What if I give in to this and then I spend another few years reprimanding myself for having fooled myself into believing that this time will be different?”

He sighed deeply as he stood – naked in more ways than the obvious one – in front of her; she was much smaller than him and yet she seemed to tower – confident and unwavering – over his own insecurity.

“You said you’ve slept with men before – and no doubt, you’ve already all but forgotten about them – but I have slept with women before as well and they’ve all left me. Can you not understand that I am loath to repeat the experience?”

“So you’re going to stay single and celibate forever because there is a chance that the next woman you meet will not be the right one either?” Lú was scandalised.

“Maybe,” Lindir shrugged miserably, “but one thing is for sure; even if I give in to how much I yearn for you – physically and emotionally – I know that I’ll end up regretting it. There is simply no way a woman like you would not grow bored of me the very moment she touches me.”

Shellshocked, Lú stared at him; she had never heard a man verbalise his own desires and shortcomings, his hopes and his doubts, so openly and earnestly.

“I think that’s a very unfair assessment,” she muttered, “but you wanted to shower, so go ahead. I’ll be right here and lick my wounds.”

So, there's that...I hope you enjoyed this.

As always, lots of love from me 💖💖

[sanisse]

What about a NSFW alphabet for our boy Lindir? Elrond wouldn’t want him to feel left out lol. Also, I mean, it’s Lindir, need I say more?

yessss I LOVE him. He's so heartbreakingly gorgeous. Lindir's one of my blorbos and I feel like he's criminally underrated.

Lindir NSFW Alphabet

small cw for mentions of uncomfortable/bad past experiences. 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Sleepy baby

No but really he has such a difficult time staying awake after sex. He’s also kind of no thoughts head empty/a little dumb. Embarrassingly easy to fuck stupid. 

If he’s subbing (which is often) subspace and subsequent sub-drop lasts a long time for him and he requires a lot of aftercare. 

Very clingy. Please hold him and give him forehead smoochies. 

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Tbh Lindir’s kind of insecure about his body? I think if you were to ask him, he would say he really likes his eyes. He genuinely thinks they’re pretty (they are!) and likes that about himself even if he isn’t super proud of the rest of himself.

He’s a body-worship guy so really he likes every part of you, but he does have a hand and finger kink so expect a lot of palm/wrist/hand kisses and sucking on fingers. It gets him going. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

opaque but very runny, doesn’t come a lot. Just a little splatter, really. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has a number of kinks he finds embarrassing and worries about (but we aren’t here to kinkshame him!!). BIG consent play kink, mild pissing kink, big cockwarming/objectification kink, gigantic humiliation kink. He’s such a kinky little bastard and he so deeply wants to just be used. 

But more specifically on the lines of a dirty little secret: he so desperately wants Elrond to use him. I cannot even describe how much he thinks about this. No thoughts head empty. Definitely masturbates about it. Elrond has definitely caught him masturbating to this. He just deeply longs to be fucked over Elrond’s desk in his study. I don’t make the rules. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not super experienced. He hasn’t been around the block a lot and actually has some bad past experiences with male partners. It was a shock to him to discover that bottoming isn’t supposed to be painful. 

As a result he’s easy to accidentally bully in the bedroom & bad at communicating and requires a very careful gentle partner (even if he does, in his heart of hearts, want someone to just fuck the shit out of him. Please be gentle with him to start!! Good communication and proper consent is new to him!!) 

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

When bottoming/receiving: missionary or-- not entirely if sure if this has some kind of official name, but spooning? With him being the little spoon. He also likes prone bone. Basically anything where he’s getting smothered and held. :) He prefers to bottom. 

If he’s topping (which he’s good at but doesn’t prefer, but will do if asked), he still likes spooning and missionary. He also really likes cowgirl and reverse cowgirl because he still feels like he’s bottoming. He gets kind of worried that he isn’t doing a good job so he prefers his partners to take their pleasure into their own hands if at all possible. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious isn’t the right word but he’s very worshipful. He can get kind of anxious or worried very easily, though, and hyperfocused on making things good for his partner. It’s difficult to get him to relax. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Completely hairless absolutely everywhere but his head and the smallest little happy trail on his stomach. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Needy, worshipful, attentive, adoring. He is simultaneously the best and worst partner you might ever have. When Lindir is really secure and confident in the bedroom he is just-- *chef’s kiss* wide saucer eyes that are only for you, so much oral (SO MUCH ORAL). He wants to kiss you, hold you, touch you, pleasure you. He will figure out everything you like as fast as he can and do all of it.

When he’s unconfident, though, he can be very stressed out, uncertain, and anxious. Has definitely had a panic attack once or twice during sex from the sheer worry that he isn’t being good for his partner. Again-- he requires a lot of patience, love, and reassurance due to past experiences. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

His masturbation exclusively includes fantasies of his current partner. He’s very private and very embarrassed about his masturbatory habits and will be shy about it if caught. He doesn’t like to masturbate in front of his partners (unless it’s in a bdsm context and he’s been told to and then it’s very hot for him). 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Lindir’s just a kinky little bastard. As previously mentioned: he has a consent play kink and an objectification/humiliation kink. He also melts over being told he’s being good, though! Praise kink goes hand in hand with his humiliation kink and he can come from either.

He has an oral fixation and has come from giving oral as well. Multiple times. He literally doesn’t even need to touch himself. Specifically especially if he’s getting his throat fucked by Elrond his partner and his partner comes? It’s enough to make him come: his partner’s pure pleasure at his expense.

He also may or may not have a daddy/mommy kink which he’s not super aware of but two certain someones may fulfill for him. 

OH and how could I forget: he has a free use, gangbang, and breeding kink that all go hand in hand together. He’s WAY too shy to act on all but the breeding kink of his own volition but if his partner figures out about the gangbang/free use fantasy he’ll be an utter mess for them. 

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He actually really likes the thrill/humiliation of semi-public spaces, but private rooms are more conducive to all the cuddles he likes post-sex. 

Very partial to being held and fucked in the bathtub. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Exertion of dominance. Commands. Even the smallest little things from a partner (folding clothes/doing chores, helping them get dressed/undressed, etc). 

Collar him. He will melt.

Kiss his neck. Tell him he looks pretty. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Substitution (please don’t pretend he’s someone else even in a kinky way. It hurts him). 

Degradation/name calling that goes too far. A little degradation/name calling is very fun for him, but don’t make it super personal. And keep away from any insults that mock his sexual skill (some people really like being made to feel inadequate. He’s not one of them). He’s more of a “please call me a whore” than a “please tell me I’m a useless pathetic mess” degradation kink person. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Uh yeah. This is one of his favorite things.

Like honestly it might be his favorite.

Don’t get me wrong he does really like sex but he also just...???? LOVES giving oral. Doesn’t matter if he’s eating pussy or sucking cock it’s just his favorite thing. Smother him. Hold him down. Fuck his face. Use him. 

Alternatively, lie back and let him pleasure you for hours. He’ll do it happily.

Alternatively-alternatively: he absolutely loves being a cockwarmer. It sends him into subspace in point five seconds.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

When topping: slow, passionate, very gentle as a default. Can fuck hard if asked but doesn’t naturally default this way.

When bottoming he is just dying to be fucked within an inch of his life. But will unconsciously melt and cry if you just make love to him (he forgets it’s a thing and just...yeah he’ll melt). 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickie ambivalent. The problem with quickies is that he really likes to be held/cuddled after sex and quickies aren’t super conducive to this. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

VERY experimentation positive. He loves trying new things! He can be nervous but is a very good sport about new stuff.

It’s hard to get him to admit that he wants to try something new, though. It takes a lot of coaxing and he’s easily embarrassed. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Comes extremely fast but doesn’t really ever seem to flag. 

Like, embarrassingly fast lmao. You could lightly blow on him and he’d come if he’s worked up. This is why he actually really likes cock rings and cock-cages. 

HOWEVER, like I said: he can come and come and come and come. One after the other after the other. This does get extremely tiring and he can easily accidentally be pushed into overdoing it. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Oh he owns a LOT of toys and is very shy about it.

Lindir’s a size queen. The toys in his underwear drawer are extremely large and he’d absolutely die if anyone found them. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing ambivalent. Positive but ambivalent. He doesn’t like to tease his partners since their orgasms are honestly what gets him off, but he will tease if asked to. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is LOUD.

Adorable, but loud. High pitched whimpers, mewls, gasps, moans. Will yelp and scream. Tends to be very incoherant when he’s turned on so don’t expect any sentences. Just lots of begging and praise but mostly little whines and mewls. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Fantasizes about being asked to take care of Elrond’s guests for him.

Elrond would never ask him to DO such a thing of course! But Elrond has absolutely entertained this fantasy for him and it was very fun for all parties involved. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s small. It’s really cute, actually. About four and a half inches and average girth. Pale with a cute blush-pink head. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Two words.

Horny. Bastard.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Uh.

I’m pretty sure he’s fallen asleep during sex.  

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Night Walks (Lindir x Reader)

So here is a small oneshot with Lindir based on an imagine from @imaginexhobbit

"Imagine having trouble sleeping so you go for a walk around Rivendell and eventually end up sitting with Lindir, Falling asleep with your head in his lap"

Word count: 472

Tags: Fluff

You couldn’t tell what time it was, but it was late. You were lay on your bed, turning from one side to another. You couldn’t sleep, for some reason that you didn’t know. Tired of waiting your sleep come, you got up and decided to take a walk around Rivendell, since this place brought you peace.

You walked soundless on the aisles, not wanting to disturb anyone. The sight you had from the balconies was marvelous. The shine of the stars alongside the Moon in the top of the sky, illuminated even the smallest golden details, creating a soft light where you passed.

You heard a low melody coming from one of the gardens, curious about it, you decided to go there. You found Lindir sitting in on the lawn, playing softly his harp. You approached slowly, not wanting to disturb, but you stepped on a stick, making a noise.

Lindir stopped playing as soon as he heard you, and turned his head quickly.

“Ah, Y/N, it’s you.” He said smiling. You smiled weakly back and he raised an eyebrow.

“Come, sit here with me.” You went closer and sat down on the lawn on his side, leaning on a tree.

“Why are you awake so late?” He asked breaking the silence between you two.

“I just couldn’t sleep. I don’t know why, I just, couldn’t.” You answered in a low voice, almost a whisper. He made a soft sound with his throat, and looked with a small smile at you.

“Why are you awake, Lindir?” You asked suddenly. His smile widened, and he glared back to his harp. “I don’t sleep too much, Y/N.” He said and you flustered.

“Would you like to hear me play?” He said, gently touching your hand. You nodded eagerly. You loved to hear Lindir play. It brought peace and calm to you, and nothing else in the world mattered.

“Come closer.” He said, already bringing your body close to him. He let you rest your head on his lap, and when he was sure you were comfortable enough, he started to play and sing. His voice was soft and sweet like honey, and in the silence of the night it became way more melodious, bringing to you all the peace that this land could have.

You felt your eyes heavy, like there was sand on them, and you started to close, but still you did everything to keep them open. You wanted to listen more.

After a while you gave up, and slept there, in the comfort of Lindir’s body and voice. He didn’t stop singing, and this you can remember. However, you woke up in your room, not sure what exactly happened, but the last thing you could remember was a soft kiss on your forehead followed by a lovely good night.