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[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I'm writing for three new lotr characters! Glorfindel, Elrohir & Elladan!

࿔*:･ P.s., you're in an established relationship w/ him...also I'm not making up these heights. They're from the books,,,༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒔 ⋆˚꩜｡

・Like many Elvish men, Legolas is tall.

・Standing at 6" foot, he seems to loom over you...or that's what it feels like.

・His limbs are lithe and long, with broad shoulders

・Tough hands from years handled his bow and arrows

・Which caught you off guard because he's a very graceful elf

・However, he forgets that you are not a centuries old Elven male who grew up in the forest, with amazing climbing skills and the like.

・So he just thinks you can climb things like he can...

・And it happens all the time.

"Legolas!"

"Yes, meleth nin?"

"You need to help me!"

"Why-"

𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒏 ✧˖°.

・This man is a gentle giant.

・6"6

・He loves using his height to make you feel extra safe around him

・That means walking with his hand against your back when you're in public, crouching down so you don't have to reach to meet his gaze.

・But his favourite is wrapping you up in his arms...you completely disappear when Aragorn gives you a bear hug

・It's best when he's wearing a cloak, and you have a walking fort

・With his size comes a big voice; you've seen how he is rallying his men. But you've never been on the receiving end of any type of shouting.

・No matter how angry he gets, or how worried he may become. He always treats you with grace and respect

・But there are ... problems that come from a parter so large...there is so much teasing

・Whenever you're out in the forest together, he'll pick you up and carry you over streams and slippery rocks.

"There you go, dilthen las (little leaf), you are safe now-"

𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒓 ⋆˚꩜｡

・A strong body in every sense of the word

・He's 6"4 with large hands and wide shoulders.

・It's sort of like having a husband who is part bear.

・Whenever there are chaotic moments, he will just ... move you. On some occasions he will guide you. One hand on your waist, moving you to somewhere safe.

・There times he'll hoist you up and off the ground.

・Do not mistake this for Boromir being controlling! Because he isn't - he just doesn't want you to get hurt. At all. Ever.

・Speaking of your safety, he is a menace when it comes to it.

・He is your wall.

・A barrier in human form.

・And when someone gets too close, he's right there:

“Watch your step,” he growls without turning, his body already shifted to block them.

𝑬́𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓 ✧˖°.

・Tall. Very tall.

・6"6

・He's an absolute bastard about his height

・But he never leaves you out of this because of it.

・However... he cannot stop teasing you.

・He loves it.

・Loves placing things on higher shelves when he feels like it. There's no reason to his actions other than, 'I want to push their button.'

・He'll say things like:

“Come now, say that again. I could not hear you from down there.”

and

“What’s that? Must I kneel for you to scold me properly?”

・The more you snap at him, the more he smirks.

・But the sight of you looking up at him... absolutely destroys him.

𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍 ⋆˚꩜｡

・Described as taller than the normal Elf, he feels like a giant compared to you

・Around 6"6, his height adds to his allure.

・You've noticed that he's incredibly graceful; never once tripping over, nor getting his hair caught on his face, it's like ... a part of the sun dropped onto Middle Earth and decided to experience life as an Elf

・And yet ... no one is perfect...although he is close...

・Glorfindel has a habit of forgetting you are much shorter than he is

・Meaning that, you see life at a different level.

・So he does tight jars too tight, puts things up too high, and has once or twice forgotten to slow down when walking with you:

"My dear, you haven't spoken for some time-"

"GLORFINDEL!"

"Who-oh. Sorry dear."

𝑭𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒓 ✧˖°.

・At 6"4, Faramir is taller than the average man...very obviously so.

・It makes many people look at him funny when he says he's a scholar, and loves far better than being a warrior.

・Faramir is aware that height affects you both differently.

・He doesn't just notice; he remembers. So he can make like easier for you.

・Unlike other men ... he slows his pace when he walks, so you aren't running after him.

・He places this within your reach - secretly- though. He doesn't want you to realise what he's doing

・He never teases you about your height, in public, only when it's just the two of you. This includes holding you up so you can reach the shelf you need.

・Or walking past a stack of his books, and then grabbing you on "accident".

"Oh my love, I am so sorry! I thought you were one of my books-"

𝑬𝒍𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒓 ⋆˚꩜｡

・Taking after his father in height, both he and his brother are 6"7

・And yet how the size difference is displayed is wildly different

・Elrohir, the more outgoing of the twins, loves giving you piggy back rides.

・He'll kneel down, point to his back and tell you to "get on!"

・In the past, you've tried to laugh it off, but now it's ... a regular mode of transportation in your relationship.

・You've asked him why and he only responds with:

"...because I missed you..."

・You scoff every time because he literally tries to spend as much time with you as possible

・Has lost you in a crowd.

・Was on the verge of tears when he couldn't find you. (You were at a stall not far from him)

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒏 ✧˖°.

・More introspective than his brother, he's also less elusive with his movements.

・Straight backed and moving with precision, it makes him feel even larger than he is

・Compared to other men ... he has never lost you, in a crowd, out walking, or elsewhere.

・Elladan knows where you are, at all times. Well that's not really a size thing ... no matter how tall or short you are, your safety comes before anything else

・When you're sick of making him slow his pace, or you having to quicken yours; he'll pick you up and carry you bride-style

・You’re tiny in comparison. And he does not hide how much he loves it.

・He wraps his cloak around you completely.

・When you’re annoyed and stomp away? He walks behind you silently, tracking your every step like a predator

・Then suddenly grabs you from behind and lifts you with a smirk.

“Do you truly believe you can escape me on legs that small?”

[rivendell-poet]

*･༓˚✧❝𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐑)❞‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « scenarios »

○ Aragorn ○ Legolas ○ Frodo ○ Sam ○ Merry ○ Pippin ○ Boromir ○ Faramir ○ Éowyn ○ Éomer ○ Bard ○ Thranduil ○ Tauriel ○ Lindir ○ Haldir ○ Elladan ○ Elrohir ○

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ When you get to Rivendell the first thing you do is rush to Frodo’s side - checking he’s ok and thanking the healers.

✧ The second thing you do is take in the beauty of Rivendell, eyes going wide as you see the home of the elves in all its splendour.

✧ He’s walking with you and showing you Rivendell, eyes lighting up almost as much as yours when you see the sights - except the light in his eyes and the smile on his face come from your happiness.

✧ Taking note of what makes your eyes shine brightest, he begins to tour more specifically with your preferences in mind.

✧ As you turn around to express your love of something, he realises he’s too focused on trying to capture every inch of your beauty - especially while being in awe like that - that he misses the question.

✧ Aragorn hopes he isn’t blushing too much when he asks you to repeat the question, this time quickly answering it to the best of his abilities.

✧ The next room captures your attention, and Aragorn instinctively goes back to watching you and laughing with you before he realises what he’s doing.

✧ It’s then he realises the blush on his face isn’t because of embarrassment - but because he likes you.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Legolas is enjoying his time in Imladris, with one of the greatest things being the company. There is you, of course, and the rest of the Fellowship - but it is also nice to spend some time with fellow elves (who aren’t his subjects).

✧ Or, almost fellow elves, such as the sons of Elrond. He has always been intrigued by them, not just for the heritage, and it’s good to spend time with the two. Eventually, in a conversation with Elrohir, the topic finally comes up.

✧ “What is it like, living with Lúthien’s gift?”

✧ “Gift?” Elrohir looks at the elf, “Most call it a choice. Is there a reason you ask? A… someone you ask for?”

✧ His immediate reaction is to say no, and that he is just curious, but then he thinks harder. Is there someone he would stay on Middle Earth for?

✧ As he thinks, an image of the two of you - bow in your hand and grinning at him, bathed in sunlight - comes into his mind. And his mind subconsciously answers the question. If you would have him, he would answer yes.

✧ The elf stays silent, and Elrohir gives a knowing look, before speaking briefly. Offering some advice, and congratulating Legolas on at least figuring out his feelings.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ Frodo realised he liked you from just about the second he laid eyes on you - you were unlike anyone he had ever known, and that excited and fascinated him.

✧ He expected the crush to go away, eventually, once the novelty wore off and you were known to him as a friend.

✧ Except it never did. With every new smile he saw from you, every word, every laugh falling from your lips - he slowly became more and more enamoured by you.

✧ It was after yet another night that you’d come round for dinner, it was becoming a regular (and welcome) occurrence that he truly realised he didn’t just have a crush.

✧ Frodo was in love with you.

✧ When he’d finally closed the door, watching as you’d walked away, he could still feel the red on his cheeks - and could see the knowing smile Bilbo gave him when he’d turned around.

✧ Patting him on the back, Bilbo had given the young hobbit words of support and encouragement - a twinkle in his eye as he hinted this love may not be unrequited.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ Sam had seen you in and around the Shire a few times before, stopping briefly to look at you before going back to what he was doing.

✧ At first he’d thought it was just him being observant, until Pippin had been over and pointed out that of all the hobbits in the Shire - he’d only stop to look at you.

✧ He was mortified to realise what he'd been doing, and had thrown himself back into his work with much more vigour. Trying to stop himself from being distracted, again.

✧ It works ok, but while in the Green Dragon Pippin assures him that the comments weren't meant in a bad way, and that they were all glad Sam had 'found someone'.

✧ Sam almost isn't sure what they mean, until he thinks back to all the times he's seen you - the times he's blushed. The very small interactions you two have had, that have then lightened his day.

✧ It's thanks to Pippin's teasing he realises he has a crush on you, and then thanks to Frodo when he can finally interact with you.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Merry realised he liked you from the second he laid eyes on you.

✧ And not in a silly, young-hobbits-in-love type of crush - but something that reminded him of the story books he'd read as a child.

✧ The ones that said when you met the one for you, you'd feel sparks like Gandalf's fireworks and you'd just know.

✧ He did just know, taking the first opportunity he could to talk to you; talking to you felt even easier than most, as though you were a lifelong friend and not just a stranger.

✧ Every time you make eye-contact, he searches in your eyes for the spark he so clearly feels in his - and when he makes you laugh for the first time he's delighted to see it appear (however briefly).

✧ Each passing day cemented this feeling even more, but he still believes it was love at first sight (for him at least).

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ When the two of you first met, Pippin thought you were an angel (an opinion he still holds, in some regards). The second he realised you were of Middle Earth, he also realised he was blushing like a fool.

✧ He knows the attraction isn't just superficial from the day he meets you, but he also sees it as a crush at the start.

✧ And then he starts to spend time with you.

✧ You make him laugh, he makes you laugh. He makes you smile, you make him smile just by being there.

✧ It's also at this time when he realises that what he feels for you isn't just a crush.

✧ He likes,  no - loves, every part of you. And to call it simply a crush would be an insult to his heart.

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Like a lot of the soldiers of the White City, his spirits are high as he watches from Osgiliath, eagerly awaiting the return of the rangers, if only for a little while.

✧ Most of the men are looking forward to the night of celebrations and drinking, although some are more looking forward to seeing their loved ones come home.

✧ Boromir is looking forward to seeing his little brother come home - but he isn’t just looking forward to seeing his little brother. Faramir isn't the only one he dearly misses.

✧ As Captain, he’s in prime position when the rangers come in; immediately identifying the two of you and going over.

✧ He pulls Faramir into a hug before looking at you with a grin, unsure of what to do before you embrace him as well.

✧ Instantly, he hugs back - just as firm and confident as with Faramir’s hug - but inside he can feel his heart almost beating out of his chest.

✧ The grin is still on his face as he comes out of it, and when you begin to talk his heart calms down, although only a little.

✧ It’s only then when he realises his heart isn’t beating fast around you because you’re nervous, but because he loves you.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Faramir knew he liked you from the second he laid eyes on you, even if he was slightly too drunk to realise just how deep it went at the time.

✧ He truly didn’t drunkenly hook-up with people, but he did tend to gravitate towards people he liked. People like you, even when you were in the dark corner. Especially when you were in the dark corner.

✧ And of course, he had kissed you back. The only reason he didn’t try to take it further was because he could smell the alcohol on both of you.

✧ When he had woken up the next morning, he regretted that he had not gotten your name (and the slight hangover).

✧ Then when he saw you, lined up as one of Boromir’s potential betrothed, he could feel his heart do two things.

✧ Skip, at the sight of you again. And drop, at the idea you didn’t love him back.

𝐄𝐨𝐰𝐲𝐧

✧ Staring after Aragorn, Éowyn takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm. From chasing him down, and telling him that she knows looking after the children brings honour (without renown). But she should be allowed to seek honour in other places.

✧ And then she feels a hand rest on her shoulder, calming, as she turns around to see you behind her.

✧ You can see her thought process, and tell her that you aren’t here to override your brother’s - or her king’s - orders. But you are here to give her this.

✧ When you press the sword into Éowyn’s hands, finely polished and gleaming perfectly, she can barely think of the words to thank you before she notices your traditional sword is missing.

✧ Instantly, she realises what you’ve given here and tries to give it back - but you keep it firmly in her hands.

✧ “There are many fine weapons in this armoury. Think of it as my gift to you, for now. A promise that I will be coming back to collect it."

✧ "Besides, it brings me comfort that if orcs get into the caves they shall find a warrior there.”

✧ Taking your hand away from the sword you disappear to follow Aragorn, and Éowyn is left holding it. As she watches the two of you leave together, she realises that she may have fallen in love with the wrong sibling (at least at first).

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ When orcs are spotted within Rohan's borders, in two separate places no less, Éomer immediately takes action.

✧ It's bad luck you're on the second group of riders sent out, and worse when you haven't arrived back when Éomer does.

✧ He tries to reassure himself that it's simply bad luck, and nothing dangerous has happened, but by the second day his nerves get the better of him.

✧ With Éowyn he sets out to wait next to the gate you'll ride in from - a traditional practice.

✧ While waiting, he takes the time to look around and sees who else waits for the riders. When women there bat their eyes at him he ignores it until he realises something.

✧ Éomer is one of the only men there, and the only one not blood-related to the rider he is waiting for. Almost everyone else here is a parent, a sibling, or a lover.

✧ So where does that leave him?

✧ He feels blush begin to rise on his face as he realises precisely which one he is. Or, more accurately, which one he wishes to be for you.

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐝

✧ Begrudgingly, Bard watches you leave for the final patrol of your shift before laughing as he sees Tilda’s pout when she looks at you going as well.

✧ Looking up at him, she huffs even more; declaring that it isn’t fair he’s allowed to smile while you’re here and while you're away.

✧ He responds that you’re good company, but he can be happy without you - and that’s a good thing.

✧ Then Tilda looks up at him with a doubtful expression. Announcing that he looks extra happy, and his face turns a bit red like when Bain had that fever one time. Or when Sigrid looks at the neighbour's kid, except she shouldn’t tease her sister about that because it’s ‘feelings’.

✧ As pleased as Bard is that his children are taking his lessons to heart, he’s less pleased about her observations.

✧ Keeping walking, Bard tries to reassure her that that’s not what’s going on with him and you - but internally he’s truly thinking about it.

✧ About the fact you’re the first person to make him smile like that for the first time in… a while.

✧ The fact he always lets his kids go up to you because then he can talk to you, and the fact he talks to you even if the kids aren’t with him.

✧ It’s then Bard realises that, somehow, his children have worked out he likes you before he has.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ Thranduil had barely noticed that the biweekly meetings had become less formal, and more about the two of you spending time together.

✧ He hadn’t noticed that most of the time you spent talking was just about the two of you, and no longer about his son.

✧ The thing that made him notice just how special these meetings became was when, while watching you leave, he could feel his smile.

✧ There was a warmth in him that wasn’t just from the wine, or the fireplace, and instead a warmth because he felt comfortable.

✧ Around you, he could be himself. Not much changed, of course, but something about being near you felt freeing, and as though he was understood.

✧ A feeling he had not felt in a long time, but a feeling he nonetheless welcomed - especially when it was you that warmed his heart.

𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥

✧ Both of you had managed to get into the royal guard - you getting into the king’s guard, while she began to work with the prince.

✧ It was while she was taking a break, eating in one of the soldier’s halls, when Alinar (a fellow guard) had come up to her with a grin. “So, you and them, right?”

✧ Trying not to sigh, Tauriel gave a quick answer that no, she was not interested in the prince before Alinar began to laugh. Explaining he hadn’t been teasing about her and Legolas, but her and you.

✧ “Anyone with eyes can see you look at them like they’ve got a fourth elven ring, Tauriel. You’re really not subtle.”

✧ She continues to deny, swatting him away, although this time it’s more on principle. Not because she doesn’t like you.

✧ Because… she does look at you that way. You are magnificent, and wondrous, and she does want to be more than your friend.

✧ As you walk into the hall, you look over to the empty space besides her and immediately come over - and she wonders if she normally blushes this much when you smile at her.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Staring at the new poems he’s written, Lindir wonders to himself when his inspiration went from nature and the Valar to… love.

✧ He can still recognise the work as his own, the same metaphors and adoration for his subjects, but he never considered writing romance. Or writing about someone romantically - because he knows that all his works have a muse.

✧ Re-reading the lines over, he tries to imagine the different elves of Imladris fitting into this prose but none of them do.

✧ Deciding to leave it for later, Lindir takes the scrolls and keeps them with him - resolved in going to the library.

✧ On his way there, you cross paths with him - immediately smiling and asking how his day was.

✧ It’s there, looking ethereal against the backdrop of Imladris and roses, that Lindir realises the subject of his new writings.

✧ You are his new muse.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Haldir had felt a spark from the first moment you had interacted, your bow drawn - placed in front of your allies and standing as though it would need a thousand warriors to fell you.

✧ These feelings hadn’t even gone away as you let the arrow fly, only afterwards realising he’s not a threat and batting it out of the air.

✧ When you start to apologise he easily stops you, stating that it’s a relief that the Fellowship is travelling with a skilled warrior like yourself.

✧ Watching you go to the Lady Galadriel, he tries to untangle what he’s feeling for you. Is it simply admiration? Or is it something more?

✧ Seeing you alone and clearly wanting to move, he approaches you after the meeting - offering to show you around Lothlórien.

✧ It’s for a somewhat selfish motive, as he wants to try and realise what his feelings are.

✧ And, as his heart seems to lift when you look around and finally seem happy, he understands what his heart wants.

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧

✧ It’s the day after their birthday, finally in their first century, when Elrohir wakes his brother up by poking him.

✧ Elladan is still sleepy, but he’s aware enough to ask what his twin thinks he’s doing.

✧ “I want to know why you didn’t confess, brother dearest.”

✧ The sing-song voice is annoying, but Elladan still gives the question some thought. Confess? About what? Or confess to someone?

✧ Seeing his brother clearly isn’t going to get it, Elrohir lets out a sigh before directly name-dropping you. He’s instantly rewarded with seeing a heavy blush, before poorly spluttered denial about you simply being a friend.

✧ Looking directly into Elladan’s eyes, he speaks again. “Brother, I have watched the two of you dance around each other for almost a century. Sometimes I think I’m the one suffering because of your love. You could at least acknowledge your feelings to yourself.”

✧ He can still see the blush on Elladan’s face, obvious against his hair. But he can also see acceptance and realisation in his brother's eyes. The realisation that he wants you as something more than a friend.

✧ “Took you long enough.”

𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐫

✧ Elrohir was never sure if he believed in love at first sight. It was never something discussed among the elves, where feelings tended to develop over years of emotional connection. But it also seemed like a real thing to mortals - and not just in the tales of old.

✧ As a son of Elrond, where did that leave him? Would his feelings come after decades with a lover, or from a glance across the forest?

✧ And then you arrived.

✧ Instantly, something skipped in his heart - and he felt almost exactly what he’d always thought true love would feel like.

✧ But it wasn’t quite the blazing fire that some of the tomes described, more like a spark.

✧ Then he met you again, desperately trying to do the best you could to keep your city safe. And then again in Gondor’s war council, fearlessly pledging your allegiance to the new king and winning over others with honeyed words and promises.

✧ It was then when his heart was set on you.

✧ So, not quite love at first sight, it had taken a little more time for him to be completely sure.

✧ Yet he was still completely enamoured by you, at the latest, by at the end of your third meeting.

Hope you enjoyed! So sorry this is late, I had it completed and then forgot to post it - was just sitting in my drafts. Soo... yeah, I am very sorry about that. Thank you again for your support! Requests here.

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Things You Do That Turn Them On

Characters: Fingolfin, Fingon, Turgon, Argon, Finarfin, Finrod, Angrod, Aegnor, Galdor, Ecthelion, Glorfindel, Egalmoth, Rog, Maeglin, Thingol, Beleg, Gwindor, Gil-Galad, Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Erestor, Manwe, Namo, Irmo, Eonwe

A/N: This was such a post to make >.< Been a while since I’ve put some smutty content out there. As for the Feanorians, they already had a headcanon like this answered—can be found here ➳ What Turns the Feanorians On. So this post is for all the other characters.

Warnings: fem!reader, 18+ content, manhandling, roughhousing, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, asphixyiation, power play, hunter and prey, public sex, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, lingerie, pet names, size difference, stomach bulging, avian traits (hybrid themed), restraints

Synopsis: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turn them on

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Fingolfin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

When you’re honourably defiant, especially when shown with dignity

Holding your ground when others would yield

The sight of you leading or commanding others with a regal bearing

Wearing dresses and robes tailored to your form, accompanied by jewellery he gifted you

Discussing philosophy or battle tactics over wine

Sexual turn-ons:

Unfastening his laces while kissing down the scar on his chest

Moaning his name against his neck as you ride him hard, gripping his hips like you need to anchor yourself

The sight of you kneeling between his thighs after a sparring match, flushed and breathless

Calling him ‘My King’ as you stroke his cock with both hands

Letting him take you against the carved walls of the fortress, his mouth against your ear whispering praises

Fingon

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Bold acts of loyalty, like facing danger just to reach him

Playing with his hair and calling him any sweet terms of endearment with ‘my’ attached to it. Especially if you call him a ‘good boy’ or a ‘sweet puppy’ (he’ll complain about not being like a dog and then whine when you stop scratching his scalp) dog behaviour

Playing the harp, singing lewd or poetic lyrics just to see him fluster

Seeing you ride bareback alongside him—probably challenging him to a race

Roughhousing with him will turn into a tickling match, and then a light makeout

Sexual turn-ons:

Making him wear his crown as you ride him on the throne late at night

Sliding his cock between your breasts while you tease him with gentle kisses to the tip

Begging for him in that needy, whiny and soft voice while your fingers grab him tighter scratching your nails down his back while he fucks you into a bed of furs

Tracing his scars and veins and pressing kisses to each all the way down to his v-line where you pause and make him impatient

Tasting yourself on his tongue as he pulls you in for a kiss after making you straddle his face

Turgon

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Your quiet, regal grace, especially when paired with intellect

Running your fingers through his scalp while cuddling or after a long day. Brushing out his hair

Wearing gowns or robes with flowing, paired with lots of jewellery (or probably just wear jewellery alone)

Your unwavering loyalty to him despite what others may think of him

Giving him massages after a long gruelling day at court and whispering (praising) him for being such a good King

Sexual turn-ons:

Removing your clothing slowly as you ascend the steps to his throne

When your fingers curl into any surface he’s taking you against, especially as he takes you from behind

Letting him take the lead and be in control as you submit to him on your knees

Letting him pin you down, crown still on, as he fucks you with deep strokes

Biting his ears, tugging his hair, scratching his back, just leave marks on his skin

Argon

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Being unpredictable just like him without shame and reckless abandonment

Cracking jokes in the middle of serious moments and making him snort or laugh outrageously

Seeing you completely soaked while your clothes is still clinging to your body. Your silhouette drives him insane

Getting into trouble and dragging him along—he lives for chaos disguised as bonding

Calling him a ‘good boy’ just to make him turn red and fumble. He’ll whine that he isn’t a boy, but never complain about the praise

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding him hard and fast while pulling at his loose hair, leaving bite marks along his neck

Secretly jerking him off under a banquet table just for the thrill

When you struggle to take all of him, but still make the effort anytime you ask for the lead

How sensitive you become after he teased you throughout the day with a few whispers and fleeting touches

Telling him how good he makes you feel—he thrives on praise, even if he pretends he doesn’t

Finarfin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Deep conversations about music, healing, or moral philosophy

Your scent—your perfumes and even your natural scent drives him crazy

The kindness and compassion you display and give to others

Seeing you wear anything that a gold or a shade of gold, accentuated to your figure

Offering to braid his hair before court, event or gathering

Sexual turn-ons:

Tracing the contours of his muscles all over his body after a session

Sucking gently on his cock while looking up with shining eyes (better if under a table)

The wild moans escaping your lips as he fingers or eats you out, crying out his name like you were possessed

Allowing him to take his time and fully worship you from head to toe. Not rushing foreplay

Guiding his cock into you, no matter the position

Finrod

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Passionate singing and poetic riddles whispered beneath stars

Playing the harp with eyes closed, losing yourself in sound

Praising him for being a good King to his people and how much you adore being protected and cared for by him

Listening to your voice as you read beside him with your head on his thigh

How flustered and heated you appear during arguments, even if you agree with him

Sexual turn-ons:

Pressing kisses to his cock from base to tip with slow reverence, like you worship him and calling him ‘My King’

Making you look into the mirror and see as he fucks you from behind—see who ruined you were

Helping him wash off which 90% of the time leads to you riding him or being pinned against the wall of the pool

Leaving marks on his skin, especially scratches down his back. Also pull his hair and tie him up

When you tighten your legs around his waist just as he’s about to cum, pulling him deeper into you

Angrod

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Open defiance, especially when you leave room for him tease and taunt, turning your little display into a game

Dirty jokes in diplomatic company—watching his reaction as he stifles laughter

Treating soldiers and the people with equal grace

Roughhousing with him, or even sparring and pinning you under him only for you to reverse the positions

The way you roll your eyes and smirk when you get under his skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Waking him up with the sight of your pretty cunt ready to sit on his face and ride his tongue

Digging your nails into his shoulder blades when he pounds into you from above

When you suck hickeys on his neck and bite his shoulders and arms to muffle your moans

The sight of you gagging lightly on his cock while making eye contact

Watching your ass jiggle whenever he takes you from behind or you ride him in reverse cowgirl

Aegnor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

When you’re passionate in your craft and everything around you—the way your eyes and soul light up

That wild hair and flushed cheeks after riding horseback across the fields or forest

When you best him in a sparring match and press the sword to his throat before running it down his torso—the look in your eyes

You have a reckless streak about you that somehow seems to work out just fine

Singing lewd songs or poems in his ear while he’s trying to concentrate

Sexual turn-ons:

Seeing you bite your pillow, or the way your fingers curl into the sheets

Letting him bite your shoulder while he comes deep inside you

When you’ve gone dump and start babbling nonsense and incomprehensible phrases

Jerking him off over your stomach while he pants into your mouth

Pulling his hair and grinding against him until neither of you can think

Galdor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Loves to see you in the garden all sweaty and vigorous—some dirt on your face, hair clinging to your skin, face flushed

Sitting in his lap while sharing a drink and teasing him

Cooking with him and moaning with your eyes close each time you taste a dish he made (worse when you lick cream of his fingers)

Wearing his clothes like robes, tunics, shirts as sleepwear even though you have yours

Watching you play with children or animals—he melts

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him lick honey off your body when you suggested that you love his mouth on your skin

Waking him up with you breasts around his cock, better when he cums all over them

Letting him fuck you against a tree trunk, dirt and bark scraping your skin

Moaning wantonly as he takes you slow and deep on a bed of furs

Pulling him into a kiss while stroking him with both hands, your thumb teasing his slit

Ecthelion

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Poise, grace, and musical talent—he’s entranced by beauty in motion

Laughing softly at his clever remarks, even the pretentious ones, even the ones that probably aren’t funny

Wearing something silver with lots of diamonds and having a great taste in fashion

Sparring with him and matching his strength

Wearing clothes that accentuates your figure—doesn’t have to be revealing

Sexual turn-ons:

Giving him a strip tease while he watches from the edge of the bed and tells him that he can’t touch

Hearing the way you cry his name. Sounds like a song he could sing or incorporate into his music

Sucking on his fingers before sliding them inside your cunt

Greeting him all tied up and sitting patiently on the bed when he comes him from a long, tedious day

Sitting in his lap, grinding against him until he’s trembling from restraint

Glorfindel

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Seeing you play with children and be so loving towards them

Braiding his hair before a duel (please tie it up in a bun)—your fingers scratching his scalp and making him shiver

Wearing nothing under his robes except a jewellery set he gifted you for an anniversary

When you compare hand sizes or anything that allows him to compare the size difference between you two

Kissing his scars and whispering praises into his kiss

Sexual turn-ons:

Pretty, pretty, pretty lingerie. Even if it translates to wearing nothing, wearing jewellery or wearing silk and lace

That little moment when you go silent in the middle of him fucking you because you can’t choose between moaning, crying, whining or whimpering

Pulling his hair and guiding his mouth between your legs for him to tongue your clit until your legs quake

Asking him to join you for baths because they never turn into baths

The sudden gushing of your juices all over him whenever you squirt—rawr

Egalmoth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Flamboyant confidence, especially when paired with genuine wit

Wearing outrageous attire and matching him stride for stride

Singing lewd songs at feasts or making lewd jokes and matching his freak

When you can handle your liquor and drink alongside him

Daring him to flirt and outdo you—he’ll always rise to the challenge

Sexual turn-ons:

Pushing him into a chair and riding him with one hand around his throat

Gasping his name as he eats you out with teasing flicks and drawn-out circles

Whispering how badly you want him while palming his cock through silk

Clawing at his chest as he fucks you against a balcony, half-dressed and uncaring

Letting him finish all over your chest, only to push him back for more

Rog

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Seeing you all hot and bothered whenever you’re angry—he knows he shouldn’t like it, but can’t resist

The little tilt of your neck when your stretching that lets him gaze at the length and shape

Crafting weapons beside him—if you’re a crafter—or helping him in the forges, all covered in sooth

Your confidence is super captivating and ridiculously charming—he just loves when you pull him by his belt

The way you care for him so deeply. Staying up late, making dinner and lunch, washing him off, loving him

Sexual turn-ons:

The way you struggle to not moan too loudly as he pounds you mercilessly in the forge late at night

Ripping open your tunic to get to your chest, burying his face in it like a man possessed

Struggling to take him deeply in your throat and gripping his thighs as he cups your face

The size difference—when he sees the way his cock bulges in your stomach

Watching you squirt all over his cock from overstimulation—he’ll praise it like a victory

Maeglin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Being his one and only confidant and keeping all his secrets

Your quiet demeanour which allows you to notice everything around you

Wearing black or obsidian jewellery, especially if it matches his own

Standing beside him at court and defending when others doubt his loyalty

Waiting for him with open arms to cuddle after a long day, filled with praises

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him tie your wrists with a silver chain and spread you open like a dark secret

Riding him slowly, stroking his hair, whispering how wrong it feels to enjoy it this much

Offering yourself up wordlessly, needy and soft, knowing he’ll take full advantage

Telling him you’re only his—and meaning it while his cock fills you again and again

Smiling slyly as you swallow every drop of his cum, licking your lips afterwards

Thingol

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Knowing exactly how to carry yourself in court confidently

Speaking languages fluently, especially when correcting him subtly

Elegant attire, understated jewellery, fancy braids and demure composure

Massaging his shoulders while he debates politics and whispering praises in his ear

Telling him how much you adore when he takes care of you

Sexual turn-ons:

Sliding down your robes with excruciating slowness, revealing bare skin under the starlight

Addressing him as ‘My King’ while taking him in your mouth and watching him grip the armrests, attempting to act composed

Whispering that you want to be filled with royal seed while straddling his lap

Pulling him by his belt into a messy, desperate kiss

Riding him on this throne after a court hearing once everyone is gone, or right outside (wants them to know how good he makes you feel)

Beleg

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A little harmless game of hunter and prey never hurt anyone, right?

Hunting alongside him—he just wants to see your ass and legs in those leather trousers

Seeing you in his clothes, being all domestic and barefoot, whenever he returns from the borders

Hearing you laugh unapologetically

Roughhousing with him. Just randomly tackle him onto the ground, and display your strength

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him fuck you in a forest after an intense game of wolf and bunny in the forest

Face down, ass up and moaning like you’re in heat (he’s actually the one ovulating lol)

Whispering your pleasure against his throat as he thrusts into you in silence

Taking control and riding him while he holds your hips still, eyes locked

Letting him cum inside and watching the way he kisses your brow afterwards

Gwindor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Kindness in the face of cruelty—he watches how you treat the people

Taking care of him despite his tragedies and standing at his side  

Your excitement over the simplest of things—it could be him walking into the room and you’re smiling like the sun

Reassuring him he is still beautiful, even in grief

Smiling when he cannot—your light heals him more than you know

Sexual turn-ons:

Stroking his cock while whispering how much you loved and appreciated him

Tightening your legs around his waist when he slides into you, so he knows that you want him to stay

Letting him worship your body with lips and hands until you’re weeping

Your eagerness for mutual masturbation because he loved to see you come undone from just his fingers and mouth

Riding him until he’s whimpering your name

Gil-Galad

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Wearing his house colours proudly, displaying that you were his

Tracing his veins anytime he was shirtless while cuddling or after a sparring match (especially when he was sweaty)

Biting your lips whenever you found him looking appealing in a new attire

The way you playfully grab or smack his ass whenever you’re kissing or out of playfulness

Your confidence as his spouse—standing beside him proudly, introducing yourself as a member of his house, no fear in your voice

Sexual turn-ons:

Being all needy and whimpering how much you needed him to bend you over his throne and fuck you

Sitting on his face while he wore his crown from today’s council meeting

Letting him guide you onto your knees and fill your mouth slowly, reverently

Showing off his marks you left on his back after an excitingly, rough night, during his morning spar

Asking for more even when you could barely contain what he already gave you as it spills out

Elrond

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Bringing him rare books or ancient scrolls and watching his eyes light up

Cradling his head while you rake your fingers through his hair as he reads in bed, exchanging ideologies back and forth

Having compassion and understanding towards his past and his choices

Always being there for him even when you had matters of your own.

Surprising him during late night visits to his study dressed in his robes and small clothes in his favourite colour

Sexual turn-ons:

Taking your time undressing him and kissing every inch of skin as it’s revealed

Letting him eat you out for hours with scholarly focus and patience and not interrupting him

Moaning beneath him as he fucks you slowly, whispering that you’re his safe place

Sucking his cock gently, during stressful moments when he refuses to take a break and definitely needs one

Feeling the way your pulse becomes erratic under his touch each time he pressed his lips to your neck

Elladan

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Randomly ambushing him with kisses or surprised affection

Sparring with him and then knocking him on his back while you’re above him

Riding through the woods on the same horse, pressed up against each other. Preferably him behind you

The affection nicknames and terms of endearment, attached with ‘my’

Stretching. Any form of stretching and worse when a silver of skin shows

Sexual turn-ons:

Moaning like a little brat when he holds you down and fucks you rough

Sucking him off in a hidden glade, both of you stifling laughter

Riding him while pulling his hair and biting his ear

Whimpering his name as he denies you another orgasm and trying to grab onto him to satisfy you—so needy

Finishing in his lap while he keeps you plugged full

Elrohir

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playful combat—pouncing on him mid-training just to make him laugh

Sharing twin jokes only he and Elladan get, then whispering naughty ones in his ear

Wearing his tunic and nothing else, lounging like you own the place

Reading erotic stories or poetry and subtly making eye contact each time you stress on certain words

Leaning against him under starlight, humming while your fingers trace his collarbone

Sexual turn-ons:

Getting on your knees and sucking him off until he’s moaning your name into his hand

Riding him hard while holding his wrists down, daring him to flip you

Cumming on his face while he smirks and keeps licking, greedy and smug

Letting him take you from behind in the woods

When you let him manhandle you and show a bit of defiance like the brat you were capable of being

Erestor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intellectual precision—debating him calmly, then proving him wrong with a smile

Reading quietly beside him, your foot brushing his under the table

Bringing him coffee or tea without being asked

Wearing silk robes that matches his dark and refined taste

Whispering clever, inappropriate remarks during council meetings with a straight face

Sexual turn-ons:

Slowly undressing for him while he watches silently, heat in his gaze

Taking his cock in your mouth while he reads, not letting him finish the page

Moaning softly into his hands as he fucks you from behind on his desk

Looking up at him with tears in your eyes, begging for his fingers back inside

Brushing his hair back and asking him to cum on your tongue—then swallowing with a hum

Manwë

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Dancing with him at festivals and reciprocating his little courting gestures

Accepting his gifts, especially the sparkly one that he begged Aulë’s to make for you

Being impressed with his aerial performances whenever he was showing off outside your house or randomly

When the other avians appear around you, you would gently shoo them, muttering that you were taken by a big birdie

Helping him preen his feathers or doing it on your own. Also, add decorations and make him sparkle

Sexual turn-ons:

Calling him ‘My King’ or ‘My Lord’ while you run your fingers through his silky hair

Being completely fucked out from his heat, yet showing excitement for when his next heat would roll around

The way you smell like him after he fills you up makes him pull you aside to give you more

Just the joy of watching the way your pussy stretches around his cock as you swallow him up

Begging for more even when you’re on the brink of fatigue and overly stuffed

Námo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Never fearing death, but understanding it

Discussing fate and prophecy

Letting him touch your wrist to read your spirit’s thread

Wearing black with silver embroidery

Showering him in the affection he doesn’t believe he deserves

Sexual turn-ons:

Calling him “My Lord” as he ruts into you with abandon control and pent up frustration

Being a brat and sass him back when he ordering you about, leading to you being manhandled

Letting him edge you for what feels like hours until your legs give out

Being gagged and tied up with silk ribbon while he fucks you slowly till sunrise

Wearing nothing but his robes which gets you spanked and fingered

Irmo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Watching you dance barefoot in his garden among the flowers, wearing loose, pale robes

Whispering your dreams and desires into his ear and asking him to find their meaning

Telling him that you dreamt of him last night or during a nap he had no intervention in, and leaving him guessing

When you let him know that he was your motivation for all your dreams and ambitions

Asking him to create dreams catered to your interests where he can also visit and spend more time with you

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him visit you in your dreams to eat you out till your shaking and when you wake up, he’s between your thighs

Calling his name in your sleep while he slides inside you like a dream you forgot

Him teasing you when he discovered all your kinks and trying them out all at once, to see you wrecked

Wrapping your legs around his waist as he whispers every dirty word in perfect Valarin

Begging him not to let you wake—and feeling him cum inside you like a blessing

Eonwë

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Practising swordplay with him shirtless and letting him get a little too close

Proudly showing him off as your mate and showing everyone the pretty gifts he gets you

When he sees that you have a drawer or box full of all the items he randomly gifted you

You no longer tolerating other birds coming around and stealing your attention. You let them know that your mate would fight them and win

Randomly building a nest with your pillows, cushions and articles of yours and his clothes, to cuddle

Sexual turn-ons:

When you’re so desperate to get on your knees and suck him off because he deserved being worshipped

Gripping the base of his wings—that spot were his wings meet his back—knowing how sensitive he was as he drives into you

When he tells you that you were still unable to take all of him and you push him down to climb on top of him to prove him wrong

Whispering how much you ache for his strength as he lifts you and fucks you standing, wings extending to make himself larger and assert dominance

Rocking back and letting you do your thing as you rode him on your own, occasionally jerking upwards to watch you topple over

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[danger-xylophones]

Hello there! I’ve just been looking at some of your Tolkien asks for the elves and I thought you were a really good writer, so I was wondering if you’d be open to writing about how the elves would react to finding out their human friend had parents that didn’t get along that well or argued a lot, and just really disliked each other? I don’t even know if they’d even have a concept of that, because elvish couples love once and forever. If you don’t want to write that, it’s perfectly ok. I understand that this is a sensitive topic for a lot of people, but I just wanted to ask :) Regardless, have a nice day!

Warnings: discussion of unstable/unhappy house holds, illusions to abuse/neglect

Note: I’ve included some elves invented for ROP and The Hobbit movies

Note 2: thank you for this request, it led me down several rabbit holes and now I know exactly how fucked up Celebrimbor’s father was

Masterlist

I think the elves understand on some base level that it is possible for parents to hate each other, especially the ones that interact with humans more often like Elrond.

They’re timeless beings after all, who have seen the rise and fall of countless kingdoms of man. They know the propensity for greed and malice.

But it’s always abstract to them the same way true death is.

In the back of their minds they think it must have such an adverse effect on the child that it would be easy to spot.

Some are naive enough to assume that every person that chose to follow Morgoth and Sauron must have had parents who hated each other.

So when you reveal that you grew up in such a household it rocks their shit it startles quite a few of them.

In order from least to most surprised:

Arondir

As a guard of the south lands, he is constantly dealing with humans. He understands, I think best of all those listed, the broad range of dynamics possible in a human household and I’m sad to say he’s probably had to break up quite a few fights between parents.

So when you tell him, he’s rather unfazed. Not to say that he doesn’t care that you grew up in such a household but he knows that it isn’t something some people like to talk about. He offers you a firm squeeze on the shoulder and offers his ear should you ever want to talk about it though.

If you still live with your parents, he makes a point to start watching them more closely. He wants to be ready should he have to do something.

Elrond

Given his past list of parental figures and him being half-human, Elrond understands the best out of Tolkien’s elves. That’s not say his parents were bad but he has the best experience with uncommon households out of the elves on this list.

Younger or older, he approaches your situation with empathy. Similar to Arondir, he doesn’t try to pry but makes it clear that he is here for you if you want him to be. He also offers up a room in his house if you still live with your parents. He goes a step further though to offer a place to stay to any siblings you have as well.

He doesn’t claim to understand exactly what growing up around people like that does to one’s mental health but he is willing to do the research needed to become an advocate for you and for those who grew up like you.

Galadriel

Galadriel as we know her in the books and PJ’s films has the best intuition about the situation you grew up in. She’s incredibly mature and has a cunning to her that isn’t present in the other elves on this list.

Honestly, she might figure out that your home wasn’t exactly happy before you even tell her - catching all those little signs; the hesitation before mentioning your family, the careful censoring in certain anecdotes, or the complete lack of mentioning them. She catches them and puts two and two together.

I’m torn on if she’d ask you directly or wait for you to tell her. The first option wants for tact but I believe Galadriel can almost see the scars on your psyche and wants to help them heal. Regardless, you are always welcome in Lothlorien should the need arise.

Celebrimbor

Despite how low he is placed, Celebrimbor I think has the closest lived experience to you. He’s down this low because he thinks the shittiness of his father is an exclusive trait to him. It doesn’t actually cross his mind that humans deal with awful parents as well so he is quite shocked to learn this about you.

To be fair, we don’t know who his mother is and by all accounts her and Curufin could have had a wonderful marriage but I find this unlikely given his temper.

Celebrimbor understands best of all the shadow that rests on your shoulders - the creeping dread that rests in your heart whenever you hear a raised voice. Celebrimbor is a good person to rant to because he understands the anger the best and while his father may have committed atrocities in the name of avenging his father - he is careful not to overshadow your own tumultuous feelings whenever you do express them. He just listens, adding scathing commentary when needed.

Honestly, you revealing the truth about your own parents relieves him a little - not because you grew up like that but because someone finally understands what it’s like for him as well. None of the other elves get it. But you do.

Arwen/Elladan/Elrohir

So, the reason these three are grouped together is simple - they’re raised by Elrond. They understand the weird direction of their father’s life and he talks openly about its effect on him with all three of them as they grow up. So, they are a prime example of the elves understanding that parents hating each other is a thing that happens, but none of them have first-hand experience with it.

Arwen, to her credit understands the best out of Elrond’s children. I fully believe she inherited Elrond’s foresight and uses it to intuit what she doesn’t understand already. Still, she is surprised to hear about your parents and tries her best to get her head around it. But she is not immune to the “why did they stay together” question. In her defense, she doesn’t expect you to have an answer.

Her brothers on the other hand do ask you fully expecting you to have some wisdom about it that they don’t. Being some of the youngest elves on this list, it makes sense. They’re mature enough to know that they don’t know everything but not mature enough to comprehend that you don’t know everything either.

All three of them have a million questions but try their best not to bombard you with them. They do, however, insist to their father that he help you with housing if you or your siblings should need it.

Lindir

I believe Lindir to be a smart but sheltered elf. We don’t know how old he is so I personally believe he is on the younger side, maybe barely older than Elladan and Elrohir.

He’s bookish and as a result of that he has a very scholarly understanding of the world - so he has possibly read stories about dysfunction households. But I think he believes them inventions of the author. As in, he thinks they are isolated incidents and not unfortunately common truths for the children of men.

He is floored when you tell him. He is good about not bombarding you with questions but he will ask you why your parents married in the first place. Whether you tell him they were in love once or were a political marriage he can only nod slowly as if he understands (he does not, he is so confused). He can only offer to do what he does best - listen to you if you choose to tell him.

Gil-Galad

Gil-Galad is someone who falls victim to his own preoccupations. It never crosses his mind that the attraction patterns of men are different from elves. He’s not so sheltered to think it impossible but it’s like an out of sight out of mind thing for him. He just doesn’t realize it’s a possibility.

In his defense, he does have a lot of things to worry about as high king and unfortunately the interpersonal politics of humans are not top of the list.

But he’s curious when you tell him and he listens attentively. Whether your parents married for social gain, love, or convenience - he asks careful questions about what it was like to grow up in such an environment. He wants to help and after you tell him this, he resolves to find a way to help other humans currently caught in unhappy households. Depending on your relationship with him (I.e. if it’s platonic) he kind of adopts you. He feels like he wasn’t there for you then but he can be here for you now.

Haldir

Haldir’s hard for me to place. On the one hand, as a border guard he has the chance to interact with more humans than a lot of elves on this list. So that should put him towards the top. But I also think he has a rather insular way of thinking. As in his main concerns are for the elves of Lorien and not the travelers he meets which means he might not inquire about their family lives.

Ultimately, I think he is similar to Gil-Galad in the sense that he just doesn’t think about it. If the few men he speaks to on his travels make a reference to a singular parent, he just assumes the other died because he can’t fully wrap his head around the idea that some people have a potentially volatile home life and might only feel close to one parent. Or neither. His immediate assumption is that the reason a human doesn’t mention their parents is because they died. He doesn’t mean for it to be, it just doesn’t cross his mind on its own.

But, he actually talks to you and when you explain to him that no, they stayed married because it was easier to raise you and your siblings that way but they always fought with each other - he is so shocked. His immediate thought is why didn’t they just leave each other, but he tries to puzzle that out on his own. Ultimately, he is very thoughtful about your circumstance and tries to be someone you can vent to when you need it. If your parents are still alive, he offers to accompany you to visit them if you ever need. And he does his best to secure you a safe place in Lorien should you need it.

Glorfindel

Glorfindel is a great elven warrior able to face many things and take down balrogs. He has no idea that childhood can be one of the most challenging parts of life. And I mean that sincerely. Glorfindel is rather oblivious to the affairs of men prior to his fall. His concerns are Gondolin and the safety of his people.

Now he was alive for the kinslaying, so he is not a stranger to violence against kin. But he thinks that the bond between parents and child is almost sacred and not something easily broken. He is sad when you tell him that the children of men are excluded from the idyllic home life guaranteed to the elves.

But he’s also impressed by you. You’re a good, kind-hearted person despite the tension you grew up in. And he thinks that is something to be admired. He devotes himself to helping establish safe homes for children who grew up like you, especially post-fall and him being sent back to middle earth. And he holds up his promise long after you have perished - committing the house of the golden flower to be a symbol of safe haven.

Tauriel

So, Tauriel, I think is the most understanding of the Woodland elves - she’s a guard, she patrols, I have a feeling she comes into contact with the people of Laketown regularly enough to have experienced a variety of family dynamics.

But she doesn’t expect you to have grown up in a household like that. I think because of Laketown’s apparent poverty post the fall of Dale there is a noticeable uptake in crime. And, unfortunately a lot of crime comes from the broken homes of Laketown - youth acting out to escape their parents bickering, parents causing distress to their children and partners, things like that. I think, subconsciously, she associates unhappy homes with unhappy people.

But you don’t fit the way she thinks. You’re sweet and caring and she feels the weight of cognitive dissonance like a shackle. It takes her awhile to reconcile her view of you but she does her best not to let you see. And she’s decently good at it until she starts asking questions. But she listens carefully and starts to look for warning signs in the people of Laketown that they may need help. She petitions Legolas to speak to his farther to offer refuge to those in Laketown that may need it and asks the dwarves of Erebor to do the same.

Thranduil

Thranduil, I think, suffers from some of the most insular thinking on this list. He focuses on the affairs of his elves and pays no mind to the problems of men. It’s how he’s kept his people safe.

Now, I personally, think Oropher was not the kindest father. I think he was stern and hard to please because he expected the best of himself and his people. So, this affects Thranduil’s perspective on parents quite a bit. He may feel that he was unloved at times but he can attest that his father loved his mother even if he was not good at displaying it. His views are skewed to say the least. So he thinks you’re exaggerating at first.

If two people hated each other as much as you claim, why would they have a child together? Let alone stay together to raise that child?

It takes a lot of explaining for him to realize exactly what you grew up in. And when he does, he feels awful for not believing you. He’s not the best at apologies but he tries to make up for it by extending his services to Laketown. He does eventually find it within himself to apologize to you, directly. And asks that you help him understand.

Legolas

He is gobsmacked. Genuinely, so shocked. I firmly believe that Legolas is one of the youngest elves on this list and as a result he still has some maturing and learning to do.

If this is during the fellowship, he has to ask Boromir and Aragorn if you’re telling the truth - that two people can stay together whilst hating each other. And that it’s common amongst humans. He then gets to learn about Boromir’s childhood as well.

His heart breaks a little. He wants only the best for the people he cares about so he’s saddened and angry to hear the pain in your voice even if it. Is well hidden. He promises, as your friend, to never let you be reminded of your family’s pain. It’s a naive promise but one he means full heartedly.

Note 3: thank you so much for this request, it was a much needed break from King’s Herald and actually helped me solve a plot hole I got into. And thank you for the kind words, I’ve been worried my writing’s gotten stale but hearing that people enjoy it helps me to work out of those funks. Thank you so much.

[mints-bizarre-posts]

Incorrect Quotes #141

Y/n : Hi, sorry I’m late. I was doing a couple of things and got distracted

Elrohir : I’m “a couple of things”

Elladan : I’m “got distracted”

[a-araiguma-a]

He loved only her

No one in particular, just an elf from the universe of J. R. R. Tolkien. Elf x f!reader

In the ancient forests of Middle-earth, where tall trees concealed the sky, there lived an elf. His people were as eternal as the forest itself, and their hearts were rarely clouded by mortal emotions. But one day, he met a woman—a simple, human, mortal woman. There was something about her that made his heart beat faster: her beauty, which could neither be captured by the finest poets nor sung by the greatest musicians, her mind, so unlike that of other humans, filled with thoughts, ideas, and philosophy, or her eyes, in which one could drown if they gazed too long. It was something he could not understand, but this only made his love grow deeper.

"Cormamin lindua ele lle"—he always wanted to tell her that his heart sang at the sight of her, but it was not the right time, not yet. From the moment of their first meeting, he sought her out and waited for her in this forest every day when the sun's rays gently touched the ground, filtering through the thick foliage.

She told him about her world, about the brief lives of humans, about how they lived and died, dreaming and suffering.

"Lle naa vanima,"—he blurted out one day, not even realizing when he had said it: "You are beautiful." "What did you say?"—fortunately, she didn't understand his words, and that saddened him. It was not enough for him to meet her in the evenings; he longed to extend their conversations, to stretch them out for an hour, two, or forever. He listened to her stories, captivated not by the words themselves but by how her voice filled the emptiness in his soul. Without her, he would never have known the need to fill it.

"Tua amin!"—But did he need help? Did he need to be saved from her? Honestly, no, he was ready to drown in her eyes, ready to die if only to meet her once more. He was ready for anything...

But the Elf did not know how to tell her about his feelings. He understood that the time she gave him was limited, and each moment with her was precious. But how could he explain this? How could he tell her that his heart, which had always been eternal and free, now belonged to her? "The more you love someone," he thought, "the harder it is to tell them." "Nin lithiach, Meleth nín"—she truly enchanted him every time he saw her, even in his thoughts. His beloved. "Guren mil gaim lín"—his heart was in her hands—"Tessa sina ten’ amin"—he asked her to keep it, but in truth, she was free to do with it as she wished, as long as it was her.

And she accepted him. She had loved him too, ever since then, but she understood that it would be difficult for him; her life was short, and what would happen afterward, when she left him? She was ready to weep over such a truth. "Amin uuma malia, Arwen en amin"—it didn't concern him. Being with her and having her even for a moment was already enough. The chance to call her his—that was his happiness. His Lady, who ruled his heart and mind.

As the years passed, she began to talk more often about parting, though it pained the elf to hear it, he couldn't disagree. "When the day comes that we part," she said quietly, "if my last words aren't 'Amin mela lle,' you'll know it's because I didn't have time." In those moments, he remained silent, lost in thought, unable to find the words to express that his love knew no bounds of time. "Meleth e-guilen, my love is selfish. I can't breathe without you,"—she was the love of his life. How could she speak of them parting, not seeing her, not inhaling her scent in the mornings, no more afternoon conversations about books, about how Ellen had messed up her work again, no more seeing her smile, or those gentle eyes full of love for him... "Aa’ lasser en he coia orn n' omenta gurtha!"—Let the leaves of her tree of life never wither, he prayed. Just a little longer, he wasn't ready yet, but how could he stretch this time?

But when the fog enveloped the forest, and the cold wind brought with it a premonition of farewell, the elf finally spoke what was in his heart. He took her hand and said: "I was destined to live a thousand years, and I belong only to you for all those years. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want you to be mine in every one of them." She looked at him, and a tear glistened in her eye. She knew their time was running out, but these were the words she believed in more than anything in the world.

For the elf's love was as eternal as the forest itself, and he continued to love, despite their parting, carrying his feelings for her through the years and ages of his life.

"Cormamin niuve tenna’ ta elea lle au’"—My heart will wait until it sees you again. "Le me ithon anuir"—I will love you forever. "Quel kaima"—Rest well.

[earthlybeam]

Cirdan, Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir version below. (You the reader are their spouse and Gender-Neutral Reader.)

🌊 𝓬í𝓻𝓭𝓪𝓷

The soft glow of lanterns flickered in the dimly lit chamber, their golden light casting long shadows across the smooth elven-crafted wood. The scent of the sea drifted through the open window, mingling with the faint aroma of aged parchment and the subtle salt of the wind—a constant companion in the Grey Havens. The distant crash of waves upon the shore was a familiar lullaby, one you had come to love in the years of your marriage to Círdan.

Tonight, however, the sea was not the only thing awaiting him. You stood near the large, intricately carved bed, your fingers idly tracing the delicate lace of the red garment you wore. The fabric was unlike anything you usually adorned, sheer and intricate, clinging in ways that left little to the imagination yet carried an elegance befitting the spouse of the Shipwright. The deep crimson stood in striking contrast to the cool silver and blue tones of the chamber, a bold and daring departure from the usual. The door creaked open.

Círdan entered, moving with the steady grace of an elf who had lived for countless ages. His long silver hair, slightly windswept from the evening air, framed his face in soft waves, and his piercing, ancient eyes—eyes that had seen empires rise and fall—were tired, though not without warmth. His robes, adorned with the symbols of the Grey Havens, were slightly disheveled from a long day’s work, the weight of duty still lingering upon his broad shoulders.

He was halfway into the room before he noticed you. His steps slowed. His keen gaze, accustomed to reading the tides and discerning the wisdom of the ages, took you in with a rare flicker of surprise. For a moment, he simply looked, his lips parting slightly, his normally serene expression shifting to something unreadable. Then, he exhaled, low and steady.

“My heart,” Círdan said at last, his voice deep and resonant, tinged with something softer—something that was reserved only for you. “You are…” His words trailed off, and he stepped closer, his sea-worn hands reaching to brush against the lace at your hip, his fingers reverent as if touching something fragile, sacred. A slow smile, rare and warm, curved his lips. “You surprise me,” he murmured, his voice like the tide—calm on the surface, yet carrying depths unseen. “And yet, I should have known you would.” His touch lingered, tracing patterns over the fabric, his eyes never leaving yours. “Red suits you.”

The compliment was simple, yet the weight behind it sent warmth blooming in your chest. You tilted your head playfully. “Do you approve, my love?” Círdan let out a quiet chuckle, the sound rare but rich. He lifted a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering at the curve of your jaw before trailing down, mapping the shape of you with the slow, deliberate patience of a shipwright admiring his finest work.

“I am an elf of great patience,” he said, his tone thoughtful, teasing. “But I fear you test it most exquisitely.” His other hand settled at your waist, pulling you gently against him. “And after such a long day…” He exhaled, his breath warm against your skin. “You undo me, my beloved.” There, in the quiet sanctuary of your chambers, the weight of the world—the tides of time, the calls of duty, the long years of waiting—fell away. Tonight, the Shipwright had no need of ships or foresight. He needed only you.

🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼

The moon hung high over Mirkwood, its silver glow seeping through the intricately carved windows of Legolas’ bedchambers. The soft rustling of leaves outside and the occasional distant murmur of the night creatures were the only sounds that filled the air. You stood in the center of the room, anticipation humming beneath your skin, wrapped in nothing but delicate red lace that contrasted beautifully against the candlelit glow of the chamber.

Legolas had been gone for hours, tending to his duties as prince, and you knew how much the weight of responsibility could pull at him. He always carried himself with grace, but even he was not immune to exhaustion. Tonight, you wanted to give him something different—something to pull him away from the thoughts of diplomacy and duty.

The moment you heard the faintest footfall outside the door, your heart quickened. The heavy wooden door swung open with a whisper, and there stood Legolas, the very picture of regal elegance. His travel-worn tunic clung to his lean frame, and strands of golden hair had come loose from his warrior’s braids, falling messily around his face. His keen blue eyes, ever so sharp and perceptive, landed on you—and immediately, they widened.

He stepped forward, closing the door behind him with deliberate slowness, his usual graceful composure faltering for just a moment as his gaze traveled over you. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, he simply stared, his hands hovering slightly at his sides as if unsure where to reach first. “You seem tired, my love,” you murmured, your voice softer than the candlelight flickering around you. Legolas finally exhaled, his expression shifting from surprised admiration to something deeper—something unreadable yet entirely consuming. “And yet,” he said, his voice barely above a breath, “I feel as though I have been given new life…I’m not as tired now.”

A slow, appreciative smile ghosted over his lips as he stepped closer, one hand finally lifting to touch you. His fingers traced delicately along the lace at your waist, reverent, almost hesitant, as though he feared this was some dream he would wake from too soon. “You are…” He trailed off, searching for the right words, his Elven eloquence failing him for once. He swallowed and tried again, his voice softer now, filled with something unspoken but utterly felt. “Exquisite.”

His other hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin, and the way he looked at you made warmth spread through your chest. There was something in his gaze—more than desire, more than admiration. It was love, deep and unwavering. “You wear the red of the setting sun,” he murmured, tilting his head as if to study you further. “And yet, you glow as if you are Ithil itself.” His voice carried that Elven poetry, words woven with meaning only he could craft so effortlessly.

You chuckled, leaning into his touch. “I wanted to surprise you.” Legolas let out a soft, breathy laugh, his forehead resting against yours for a moment, his hands sliding down to your waist, drawing you closer. “You have done more than that, meleth nîn,” he murmured against your skin, pressing a lingering kiss just above your brow before his lips found their way lower, ghosting over your temple, then your cheek, before finally hovering just above your own.

His breath mingled with yours as he whispered, “Shall I show you how much I have missed you?” His lips met yours then, slow at first, savoring the taste of you as though he wished to memorize the moment. His hands, once hesitant, now traced the delicate fabric along your spine, fingers pressing into you as if trying to ground himself in the reality of your presence. The night stretched ahead, long and full of whispered words, gentle caresses, and the quiet hum of love spoken not in Elvish poetry but in the language of touch.

⚔️𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓷

The flickering glow of candlelight bathed the chamber in a warm, golden hue, casting shadows against the intricately carved wooden walls. The scent of lavender and cedar lingered in the air, mingling with the faint traces of leather and steel from Elladan’s armor. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its embers glowing like distant stars. You sat perched on the edge of the grand bed, adorned in red lace, the delicate fabric tracing over your skin like whispered promises. The rich color stood in stark contrast against the silken sheets beneath you, catching the low light in a way that made the intricate patterns all the more enticing. The air was thick with anticipation as you awaited his return, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

The sound of boots against the stone corridor sent a shiver of excitement through you. A moment later, the heavy wooden door swung open, revealing Elladan standing in the doorway. His dark hair was tousled from the long day, stray strands falling into his striking grey eyes, which widened the moment they landed on you. His usual air of exhaustion was instantly replaced with something far more primal, far more awake.

His lips parted slightly, his breath hitching before he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with deliberate slowness. He remained still for a moment, drinking in the sight of you as if memorizing every detail. His fingers twitched at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for you immediately. “Well…” His voice, usually laced with teasing amusement, was now thick with something deeper, huskier. “And here I thought I would return to my chambers only to collapse into bed with nothing but exhaustion. It seems you had… other plans.”

You tilted your head, watching him with playful patience, your fingers tracing idly along the lace at your thigh. “You always return home looking so tired,” you murmured, your voice soft yet purposeful. “I thought I might provide a distraction.” Elladan exhaled sharply through his nose, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he took slow, measured steps toward you. His gaze never wavered, fixed on you with an intensity that made your heartbeat quicken. When he finally stood before you, his hands found your waist, fingertips ghosting over the fabric as if testing whether or not you were truly there.

“A distraction, you say?” His voice was lower now, laced with something dangerously affectionate. His hands trailed up your sides, over your ribs, before one slid to the back of your neck, his thumb brushing your jawline with exquisite slowness. “You are far more than that. Do you have any idea what you do to me, seeing you like this?” You chuckled, tilting your face up to meet his, reveling in the warmth of his touch. “I was hoping you might show me.”

That was all the invitation he needed. Elladan leaned in, his lips ghosting over your cheek before trailing down to the pulse point at your throat, his breath hot against your skin. One arm wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him, while his other hand traced down your back, fingers playing with the delicate lace teasingly. “You are dangerous,” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with something between amusement and reverence. “Wicked, even. But I would not have you any other way.”

His lips captured yours in a kiss that was slow yet possessive, a silent promise woven between every movement. His hands explored the lace with agonizing patience, mapping out every inch of the fabric that separated you from him. The tension in his body melted away, exhaustion forgotten as his focus shifted entirely onto you. After a long, lingering kiss, he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his own eyes dark with something unspoken. His fingers trailed over your shoulder, toying with the delicate strap of your lingerie.

“You wore this just for me,” he mused, his voice thick with emotion. “How fortunate I am.” His forehead rested against yours for a brief moment, his breath mingling with yours before a smirk tugged at his lips once more. “I do hope you are prepared, my love,” he murmured, voice dripping with mischief. “For I am not nearly as exhausted as I thought.” And with that, Elladan proved just how grateful he truly was.

⭐️𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓱𝓲𝓻

The door creaked open, a whisper against the silence of the dimly lit bedchamber. You had waited patiently, anticipation thrumming beneath your skin, listening for the familiar cadence of Elrohir’s footsteps in the corridors beyond. Now, as he entered, the candlelight flickered across his tired yet sharp features, his dark hair still damp from the evening air. His tunic hung loosely over his frame, the weight of the day evident in his posture.

He exhaled softly, pulling his gloves from his hands before running his fingers through his hair. It wasn’t until he turned fully into the room that he finally saw you—standing near the bed, bathed in the golden glow of the fire, clad in nothing but red lace. Elrohir stilled. His sharp Elven eyes, ever watchful, swept over you in slow, deliberate assessment. Surprise flickered first, a momentary widening of his silver-grey gaze, before something darker, something far more primal, took its place. His lips parted slightly, as though words were poised to form, but none came. Instead, his expression shifted—hunger, warmth, possession.

“You,” he finally murmured, voice low and thick like honeyed wine. The single word was laced with exhaustion, yes, but also something deep and aching—longing. A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you tilted your head, letting the delicate lace whisper against your skin as you shifted slightly. “A long day?” you mused, your voice smooth, teasing.

Elrohir took a slow step forward, then another, his movements graceful despite the weight of his burdens. His gaze never wavered, drinking in every detail—how the red lace contrasted against your skin, the way it clung to you in all the right places, how the firelight danced in your eyes. When he finally reached you, his hands came up to frame your face, fingers calloused but reverent as they traced along your jaw. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones, his touch achingly tender despite the intensity in his gaze.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. He let his hands trail down, skimming over your shoulders, your sides, a featherlight touch that sent shivers racing through you. You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours even through the thin barrier of lace. “Perhaps I do,” you teased, tilting your chin up in challenge.

A sharp breath left him, almost a laugh, before his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The heat of him was intoxicating, his scent—pine, leather, and something distinctly Elrohir—filling your senses. “You are wicked,” he murmured against your ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin there. “And I have spent all day in duty, in restraint, in patience.” His voice dropped, thick with promise. “Do you intend to test me further?”

Your smirk widened as you traced a teasing path down his chest, feeling the way his breath hitched under your touch. “Would you prefer I waited for another night?” His answer was immediate. “No,” he growled, hands tightening, his control snapping like a taut bowstring. “Not another moment longer.”

And then, Elrohir claimed you—his lips pressing to yours in a kiss that was both tender and searing, his hands sliding over lace and skin with equal reverence and hunger. Whatever exhaustion had plagued him moments ago was forgotten, burned away in the fire of his need for you. Tonight, you were his sanctuary. His home. And he would worship you as such.

[batsyforyou]

A Wild Puddle Encounter!

Tags: Puddles, water

Author's Note: So, I went to bed last night and was smacked with this idea. It kept me really entertained so I hope someone gets a giggle out of it, cause I did.

Taglist: @asianbutnotjapanese

Would lift you over the puddle, help you over 

Glorfindel, Maglor, Celebrimbor, Beleg, Ecthelion, Thranduil, Gildor, Elrond, Finarfin, Fingolfin, Feanor, Finrod, Caranthir, Celebrimbor, Meludir

Would walk through the puddle and tease you about avoiding it 

Celegorm, Beleg, Mablung, Curufin, Feanor, Maeglin, Thranduil, Glorfindel, Fingon, Legolas, Celebrimbor

Would purposely splash the puddle 

Elladan, (me), Celegorm, Curufin (the not fun version), Meludir, Amras, Amrod, Fingon, Legolas

Would take off their cloak and put it over the puddle for you too cross

Finarfin, Fingolfin, Glorfindel, Gil Galad. Eonwe, Irmo, Finrod, Celebrimbor

Would avoid it, walk around

Erestor, Maedhros, Lindir, Curufin, Feanor, Elrohir, Caranthir, Turgon, Caranthir, Maglor

Would notice you avoiding it and make you “Embrace the suck” by making you walk through it

Sauron, Feren, Gildor, Namo, Haldir, 

Could not care it exists and walks straight through 

Eonwe, Celegorm, Mablung, Maedhros, Namo, Ulmo, Beleg, Legolas, Haldir, Eol, Sauron, Ulmo, Celebrimbor,

Would walk through the puddle while complaining or with a grimace on their face

Lindir, Turgon, Caranthir, Elrohir 

Happily splashes the puddle and later complains about their boots being wet

Elladan, Amras, Amrod, (me)

Would challenge it to a fight Pokémon style 

Glorfindel, Celegorm, Beleg, Fingon, Elladan, (me)

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