a proud elf fucker has come to disturb ur peace bbygurl smug tiktok emoji
so,,,, humans are more openly affectionate and touchy-touchy compared to the elves right? hand holding, smooching ur friends’ forehead or cheeks for good luck or saying goodbye or when showing u have missed each other or an arm around the other’s waist when comfortably sitting beside each other and chatting.
how would the elves react to this? like a human s/o (before courting) who is just generally so,,,,,,, affectionate (i dunno how many characters you would accept pookie but im mainly thinking of thranduil, legolas, feren and lindir for this)
expect me more in ur inbox pookie😚(a threat)
A/n: Come by my door again and I will throw you out (a warm meal awaits you inside). This is more of a ramble than really my usual headcanons that I do for characters. A reminder again - but I am a bit rusty with writing for these characters, so this is me rambling about them so I can explore them better. Unapologetically longer part for Legolas bc he is my bbg. Didn't do Feren for this one, but I hope to add his part on this prompt in the future. Hope you enjoy pookie!
Contents: Thranduil, Legolas, Lindir x GN!Reader (separate), fluff. not proof-read so expect grammar mistakes (very scary)
-Listen- Thranduil is hard to reach, he’s a tough nut to crack as one may say, and he is quite distrustful of strangers, but this is not a scenario where you’re a stranger to him, oh no.
-While you have caught the interest of the elven king and as his knowledge is ever so deep on both elven customs and that of man, he can’t say he has ever indulged in the human customs quite so much. You sort of make him want to indulge in it all.
-Thranduil is not the one to hastily discard his public image and reputation for the sake of a fleeting touch of fingers or a graze of your lips across his cheek in a farewell bidding, yet seeing you do so with your company with which you travel with makes him think.
-For a mind that has seen so many centuries and so many faces, you have made him feel as if the memories of friends of old and strangers came before his eyes only in preparation to see you. Quite weird, but it is what his mind makes him think. Were you sent to his path for a reason?
-And where do you get your boldness from, to try and touch him so easily? What makes you think that is proper? When have you become so brazen when just yesterday you seemed to struggle with speaking to him formally?
-He does request your company alone from time to time, walks through the woods and dinnertime especially, and this opens way for more privacy and attempts at intimacy.
-Here, you’d find him more forgiving at accepting your advances
-He is still getting used to the feel which your hands leave behind after gripping his own hand or his arm, or the tug at his sleeve the poke of your fingers at his side - yet he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. It’s such a small change in his life, but it feels surreal to experience it all the same when he is so used to the generally the same routine and schedule, especially in his relations with others.
-At the end of the journey of your outing, he’d return the gestures with one of his own, one a bit more subtle than yours, but he makes sure his kisses on your knuckles linger
-Humans are touchy, yes, Legolas has witnessed much of this displayed affection since he departed Mirkwood for his journeys, but what he felt when he saw all of it wasn’t shock or disgust like some of his peers felt when they saw these “crude and hasty customs” - rather he felt some longing instead, a yearning.
-He craves a close connection too, but he is hopeless in seeking it out in the world of mortals and he is a bit without a clue on how to develop such a closeness with someone. He wasn’t raised in a place where emotions are foreign, but as established before - human and elven customs do differ, and they both perceive emotions and displays of it differently. You can say Legolas fits a bit more into whatever human ways are of expressing emotions. Firm hand holds and tight hugs instead of brush of fingers and longing looks during long periods of courting. Man, Legolas just craves a strong friendship, let alone a relationship
-I think it would be safe to say Legolas is touch-starved in his own right, simply put
-So when you come along, and you both click as companions? He is quite happy to put it lightly. I don’t think there is an adequate term that can summarize his elven giddiness when he simply sees you being openly affectionate with your friends, he feels a sense of belonging since you are not a stranger he observed, but someone he has come to understand too. He knows your name, your story, what you do and don’t like
-Yet this doesn’t prepare him for when you show the same affection to him as well. Suddenly all lectures and elven courting rules and traditions come pouring in his head all within a blink of an eye and it is the first time you have seen him look so taken aback.
-He doesn’t reject your advances however, he’s much more accepting of them than his father, and it is just you and your shared small company, sometimes not even them, that get to see this exchange. He is.. giddy, quite happy.
-It feels fulfilling sharing in the affections, although he is much more reserved than you by quite a lot - he tries though. He’d still absolutely love it if you accepted his proposal of courting, so he can court you properly and as you deserve. Please let him he is on the edge of his seat, he is about to fall off waiting
-Despite what he feels and how human his smiles and expressions have become since you began to pay him this attention, he is patient, he moves at a slower pace than you and he is your grounding rock when you become too hasty
-It is not a rare sight to see him draping his cloak around you, or - at your request - see him sitting next to you huddled under the same cloak or a blanket by the fire. Coziest he has ever been tbh…
-In some summary - your hands are held gently, your brows are kissed tenderly and you are well taken care of with him around
-(Please send me more Legolas thoughts or requests I love my bbg sm)
-Now this one is a little more dense. Denser than the Elven King? I hear you ask, and I say to you - possibly.
-Now, correct me if I am wrong, but he isn’t exactly too old, by elvish standards of course. He is relatively young by their norms, and has spent a lot of his time in Rivendell, serving Lord Elrond
-A very personal headcanon, take it or leave it, but he is even younger than Legolas.
-Anyhow, Lindir is quite dutiful in his work and doesn’t accept it comfortably when new energies are introduced to his environment. He can get quite skittish and tense when things aren’t going according to some mental plan he has set out in his mind, or even worse - if the events aren’t following a plan shared by him and the others. He is very keen on sticking to this familiarity of routine and stagnancy, in some way.
-So, note his surprise when you stick around and worm your way into his daily schedule.
-For a long while he swore to himself up and down how he will never get used to you, perhaps if you grew as old as he then he might, but your life was a flicker in comparison to his own
-He is even more surprised and confused when he sees himself looking for too long at you sharing hugs with your friends, bidding them goodbye and safe travels by kissing them hard on the forehead and trying to..wrestle them? What an odd thing to do to your friends..
-He is more baffled when you attempt to do the same to him. How could you?!
-He is an elf, an elf with standards!
-An elf with standards which you break through anyway since you’re so..infectious. Lindir had the funny thought, although it was a bit unsettling to him at the moment, that he was sick or fading/dying.
-In the days and months following, it took much effort to finally see the fruit of your labor. Lindir was finally, although still slowly, opening up to just spending more time with you instead of going by his strict routine that he played on repeat.
-He doesn’t sit three feet away from you anymore, but rather two and a half.. Not literally, of course, but the distance between you seems like it is miles with the way he sometimes acted in the beginning of these outings with you.
-The distance surely shrinks until he is actually next to you, his fingers brushing against your skin as he traces a small scar there which you claim you earned in your childhood. By elvish standards, humans are nowhere near perfection, but his thoughts have begun to change, and he no longer sees perfection in the standards he was raised with, but rather he sees it in you. Each little thing that separates you from another, and little by little he begins to sow you into his memory.
-He isn’t the best at remembering mortal souls, they all pass by quickly, but you linger and linger and he doesn’t want you to not linger. Linger with him by the fountain, will you? Let him ask you questions to distract himself from the fact your hand embraced his?
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on the topic of elves being vegan/vegetarian, where would they get eggs? foraging? what about milk.
because they do drink milk!!! they have cheese and milk but they don’t have cows. they don’t rlly farms,,, like i mean the grow food but cows??
because elves CAN eat p much anything and we know they have cheese. where r they getting this cheese??
some potential cheese sources:
aragorn introduced the culture (ha) of cheese.
but then imagine- hey elf dad i got some fermented milk it’s rlly good. like absolutely not would that become widespread accepted and make its way to lorien and mirkwood in a few decades.
they trade??? with humans??? certainly not drawfs. but who are these secret human links to cheese. with hobbits??? i could see bilbo being the elvish cheese supplier.
with gandalf???? is gandalf the cheese wizard? did he try some cheese off in the shire centuries ago and thought- yk what my girl galadriel would love this.
this is mostly likely how cheese was discovered. gandalf just kinda floating through like “you won’t believe what the hobbits just came up with”
but then who brings the cheese to other elves. consistently. like i get a one time thing but that’s a lot of cheese to keep for centuries.
does gandalf have a cheese wagon he brings round elven establishments and gives away wheels on wheels??? does he make them pay. does gandalf even have money or even need it??? (question for another day)
i mean rohan is kinda close to lorien but even then like. lorien is mysterious and gated and no horse girl no matter how cool can pull up and be like “yo elves try this sick brie we just made”
also elves are like capable of making their own cheese i know but that requires milk. and milk doesn’t save like cheese does. also there’s no COWS in lorien,,, where on earth would the put them. in the trees???
so like is the cheese even. cow,, cuz it’s not cow or goat and idk man. sheep?? maybe for clothes,, but where are the tree sheep?? where is the mirkwood sheep?? i can see rivendale with some maybe but???
also how r y gonna convince them in the first place to even TRY it. bc no matter how u pitch it some other creatures lactation is not it.
where is this milk coming from??????? i’m so sorry but i have questions mr tolkien please
also the idea of legolas being lactose intolerant to me is so funny im sorry but like imagine this poor boy goes his whole life without dairy and rocks up to rivendell for the first time, goes to the feast and tries this new fancy treat on crackers and has the shits for weeks
cuz there’s no way cheese is making its way to mirkwood. absolutely not. maybe in like the five army’s war they got SOME but like not enough. also thuranduil would not trust that shit. he’s not eating that and his son certainly isn’t.
but it tastes good with wine…. and that might have been the selling point.
mr tolkien i need awnsers please. tell me about the cheese wizard.
Once again, nobody asked for this. But here are my ELVISH headcannons:
-Since Hobbits have dark/tanned skin with lots of freckles, Dwarrow are usually paler but with a gray tint to their skin which perpetuates the idea they’re made of stone—ELVES have the palest skin EVAAA
-like their skin is translucent see-through skin so if you look close enough you can see their muscular structure it can be scary for people who like too close (the Elves don’t think so, and compliments are given to their musicals/how (literally) clear their skin is)
-you can also see their veins super clearly like bright blue veins all over them bc their skin is SEE THROUGH!!!!
-bc of how clear their skin is it can be very delicate. which makes injuries from swords and arrows easier to clean and treat but also easier to die from!! This is why I like elven armor is high necked and goes from top of the neck to ankles, and I also hc they use gloves in their armor made differently for which weapon they use
-elflings have to master a bow AND blade bc I said so! And the tactics they are taught when younger are mostly just to stall for older more advanced warriors to help aid them
-elflings are rare and precious to them all, and all elves have some kind of maternal/paternal instincts in them
-most elves view hobbits kind of as their own children bc the earth and its bounty are viewed as their children too. So hobbits are like their babies and they love them
anyway headcanon that elves keep growing new teeth all their lives and that the new adult teeth coming in over the old adult teeth is the fastest way to identify an elf skull
Well is it alright if you can you do anything on the gondolin/rivendale elves on how they would react to modern day music maybe like pop or something
Well, Elves and music are a slippery subject. Their whole world was born out of a song, and twisted by the song, too. Just like Old Norsemen believed in the power of Skaldic poetry, the Elves had their very good reasons to believe you can and will go wrong with music with unpleasant consequences. Their very own great minstrels could cast full-blown illusions with their skill, could heal or curse, or mesmerize the listeners into trance. So I firmly believe they preferred to be on the safer side, probably boring for the mortals, who could die before another 100 000+-verse Elven heroic ballad ended. And the older (that’s generation-related, not age-related) the Elf was, the warier they were about what they sang or listened to. The younger generations were more relaxed. :)
But…in “The Hobbit” we have a nice example of the Rivendell Elves blaring a very silly something at Thorin and the Company. Which probably means they were not that much of stuck-up perfectionists, when it came to a good song.
So my guess is that they wouldn’t mind pop music. The attitudes would differ from curiosity to actual appreciation. However, that wouldn’t concern anything aggressive or anything having to do with violence or darker themes. For us, it's a matter of sublimation and in some way also therapy, but go and try to explain it to them how singing out your hypothetical revenge can help. It would take one long lecture.
The fly in the ointment is that they would probably dislike our voices, except for the most polished and impeccable ones, and that rarely happens with pop singers. We’re fond of them because of the vocal quirks – the hoarser tone, the overly high pitch in unnecessary places, the cramped notes – something that adds some zest to it all. We’d trade a voice that’s perfect for a voice that’s alive any moment. I suspect that it’s diametrically different for the Elves. We process voices and let them move us, they contemplate and admire them, like a work of art. Although it must be different with a loved one.
Oh, that was a long stream of consciousness. And very messy, I’m afraid. You've asked a hard question, haven't you? :)
Elf freckles!!! I give every elf I draw special, shiny freckles and no one can stop me. These are just the main four elf subraces but I have thoughts on others too, like sea elves with iridescent freckles (like fish scales!)
And this is gonna be a series! I already have another piece about gnomes on my blog now!
Image ID: [The text in the center of the image reads: “Elves are very a diverse people, with hair and skin tones ranging from human tones to blues, greens, purples, and even occasional grays. Especially notable are metallic elven freckles, different for each subclassification. Moon elves’ shine silver, sun elves’ gold, and wood elves’ copper. Drow possess especially unique bioluminescent freckles.”
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The image is presented as if a part of a field notebook entry with busts of 4 different elves. In the top left is a thin moon elf with pale blue skin and very light purple hair styled into a loose ponytail with a short braid on the side. He has a face full of silver freckles. His ears are decorated with lots of silver jewelry and he looks unamused. In the top right is a drow child with grayish purple skin and white, curly hair. His ears are larger than traditional elf ears. He’s smiling widely and has bluish, glowing freckles. In the bottom left is a thin sun elf with an undercut and her dark red hair flipped to the left. They have dark skin and gold freckles. They’re looking awkwardly to the side and their ear is dipped down. In the bottom right is a pudgy wood elf with pale skin and copper freckles. She has very dark green hair that hangs over some of her face and is pulled back into a loose bun. She looks sly and determined.] End ID
How do you think the elves would take meeting a skin-changer for the first time? However instead of a bear it's a great cat with burnt orange and black striped fur (in other words how would our pointy eared friends feel about seeing a skin-changer who instead of a bear turns into a tiger?)
A/N: Heya! Aw man, I LOVE tigers! You didn’t specify which elves, so I took the liberty of picking some randomly! If this isn’t what you wanted, just shoot me another ask when requests are open again! Xx
Lindir
• He probably walked in on you in your tiger form whilst you were sunbathing high above on one of Rivendell’s cliffs that overlook the Valley.
• His first thought would probably be to try and quietly back away and to go find some guard or other, but if you changed back then in front of him, he’d be so overwhelmed!
• After you calmed down the panicking elf and assured him that no, you’re not gonna try and eat him, and yes, Lord Elrond knows you’re here, he’d probably still look like a deer caught in headlights.
• And I mean! He’s gotta sit down, this is some wild shit. Skin-changers were said to have all been killed, save for Beorn, but he’s a bear!
• He’d probably look like he’s struggling to comprehend that there is more than one type of skin-changer, but as soon as his voice starts working again, you can bet your bananas he’s going to ask you where do you think you are going to stay for your visit? Out here in the elements? Oh hell no!
• “Come, I’ll have a room prepared for you in the House, and tjit-tjit-tjit! No arguing! If you truly feel inclined to offer something in return, you could tell me more about your adventures as *vaguely gestures* a… big striped cat?”
Elrond
• Elrond was still busy with the construction of Rivendell when he first met you. He was so tired, and he just felt the need to get away from all the noise of construction and complaints and people, so he made his escape one morning before the sun had even risen above the horizon.
• His so-called escape led him into one of the unexplored parts of the valley rim a few hours later, and he decided to rest his feet in one of the mountain streams that trickled down into a dark bottomed pool.
• Unluckily for you, the one moment there you are, minding your own damn business, just soaking in the cool water and feeling it flow through you before another day of hunting for a home, and then the next moment someone nearly shoves their entire freaking foot in your snout! So of course you react by unthinkingly shooting upwards and doing your greatest impression of a breaching whale!
• To say Elrond hadn’t screamed like a Hadeda* at your sudden emergence would be lying, and we do not lie in this House!
• After he could get his -now thoroughly soaked- hair out of his face and lower his hunting knife, he saw that this orange creature was just as spooked of him as he was of them!
• As you slowly edged your way to a nearby sapling growing through one of the cracks to get to your towel and now clean clothes, Elrond had not removed his eye from you. Mostly because he was still kind of in shock. So you grabbed the towel. And left the clothes. (got the reference?)
• He knew something was up he saw you drag the towel behind a sun-coated boulder, and his suspicions were confirmed when out you popped -covered in your towel- to ask him shyly if he’d mind throwing you your clothes.
• He fainted.
• (*A Hadeda is a type of bird, google them! You won’t be disappointed!)
