Request: [Mixed Selection] May I request headcanons for a flirty human reader with Celegorm, Finrod, Glorfindel, Maedhros and Elrond? Reader is flirting with them but she actually has no romantic interest in them. Genre and being sfw/nsfw don't matter for me - dealer's choice. Thank you in advance!!
A/N: I went with the SFW route that was slightly suggestive, it felt more befitting given the ‘non-romantic interest’ and I was in the mood for a good laugh. This was just a lovely request, anon. Thank you for the request!
Synopsis: When you decide to flirt with them despite being romantically uninterested in them, all for the sake of fun.
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Maedhros
𑁍 You had no idea how you ended up befriending Maedhros, but once you did, you realised something very important: the Eldar were woefully unprepared for human audacity, and Maedhros, in particular, had absolutely no idea what to do with you.
𑁍 “You should smile more,” you told him once, watching as he adjusted his vambrace with that usual, distant intensity. “I bet it’d make all the ladies swoon.”
𑁍 He blinked at you, unimpressed. “I am a Prince of the Noldor. My concerns are not—”
𑁍 “Oh, so you already have them swooning? I should’ve known.” You smirked, tapping a finger against your chin in mock contemplation. “Is it the brooding thing? Or the battle scars? Or maybe it’s the hair—tell me, Maedhros, how many maidens have tried to braid flowers into it?”
𑁍 The strangled noise he made was priceless. It became a game after that. You, being utterly shameless, and Maedhros, being utterly unprepared for someone who flirted without actually meaning it.
𑁍 “Would you catch me if I fell?” you asked once, lounging across a bench like some ancient philosopher contemplating the meaning of life. And Maedhros, ever pragmatic, glanced at you and said, “You are sitting down.”
𑁍 “Hypothetically.”
𑁍 “...I suppose, yes.”
𑁍 “Would you cradle me in your arms and whisper soft reassurances?”
𑁍 “No.”
𑁍 “What if I cried a little?”
𑁍 He closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose like he was summoning every ounce of patience left in his soul. You were his worst nightmare.
𑁍 Once, after a particularly ridiculous exchange, Maglor (who found you endlessly entertaining) finally asked, “Are you actually trying to court my brother?”
𑁍 “Oh, absolutely not,” you replied without hesitation. “I just like to see if I can make him malfunction.” The absolute horror on Maedhros’ face was a thing of beauty.
𑁍 “You are malfunctioning,” Maglor pointed out.
𑁍 “I am not—”
𑁍 “Name one time you’ve reacted normally to them.”
𑁍 Maedhros opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Then just glared at you. “This is entirely your fault.”
𑁍 You gave him a dazzling smile and fluttered your lashes. “And yet, you keep me around. Hmm. Almost like you enjoy my presence.”
𑁍 “I do not,” he lied blatantly.
𑁍 Eventually, Maedhros stopped protesting, but the sighs of long-suffering continued. You were convinced that, despite his protests, he secretly enjoyed your antics. After all, he never once told you to stop.
Celegorm
𑁍 Celegorm first mistook you for a genuine suitor, which was honestly on him. You had flirted outrageously, batting your lashes and trailing your fingers along his arm while calling him ‘my mighty hunter.’ He had puffed up like a peacock, utterly convinced that you had fallen for his rugged charm.
𑁍 “I understand,” he had said gravely one evening, after you had draped yourself over the back of his chair and whispered something about strong hands and archery skill. “It is difficult to resist me.”
𑁍 You nearly choked on your wine. “Oh, you sweet summer child,” you laughed, patting his shoulder. “I just like watching you squirm.”
𑁍 Celegorm sat there, utterly frozen, like a man who had just been hit by a metaphorical wagon. He stared at you, at the sheer audacity, before narrowing his eyes. “You’re playing a dangerous game, human.”
𑁍 “Oh, but you’re so fun to mess with,” you grinned, winking.
𑁍 After that, Celegorm dedicated himself to turning the tables. He flirted back with wild intensity, cornering you in halls with smirks and murmured threats of “revenge.” It became a game, a constant back-and-forth of smouldering looks and ridiculous one-liners. The moment you actually backed off, he huffed in disappointment. “What, giving up already?”
𑁍 “Of course not,” you grinned, sauntering past. “I just like keeping you on edge.”
𑁍 One day, he finally called your bluff, leaning down so close his breath brushed your ear. “You talk big, but I don’t think you could handle me.”
𑁍 You burst into laughter so hard you had to clutch your ribs. “Oh, Tyelko, if I wanted to handle you, I’d have done it already.”
𑁍 He stared. You sauntered away, leaving the great hunter standing there, looking more hunted than ever.
Finrod
𑁍 Finrod had your number from the start. The very first time you tried to lean into him and sigh about how ‘utterly entrancing’ his eyes were, he simply raised a golden brow and smirked. “Oh, is that so?”
𑁍 You pouted. “Must you ruin my fun?”
𑁍 “I would never, but I am curious—do you say this to all elves, or am I special?” he purred, clearly amused.
𑁍 “Oh, you’re special, all right,” you grinned, tapping his chest. “Most elves just blush and stammer. You, however, are proving to be a challenge.”
𑁍 Finrod delighted in the game. He indulged you with little flourishes—offering his hand with an elegant bow, leaning in when you whispered something ridiculous, murmuring things in Quenya just to watch you shiver dramatically and sigh, “Oh, if only I knew what that meant!”
𑁍 “It means, ‘You’re absolutely shameless, and I adore it.’”
𑁍 You gasped, pressing a hand to your heart. “Finrod! And here I thought you were an honourable prince.”
𑁍 “Ah, but honour and amusement are not mutually exclusive,” he grinned.
𑁍 He was insufferable. Worse, he was better at this than you were. One night at a feast, he casually kissed the back of your hand and murmured, “My dear, if you keep looking at me like that, I may start to believe you.”
𑁍 “Oh, don’t do that,” you laughed, squeezing his hand. “I’d hate to break your heart.”
𑁍 “You overestimate your power, my dear,” he chuckled, though his eyes shone with a twinkle.
𑁍 “Oh, do I?” you purred, trailing a finger up his arm. “You wouldn’t be the first elf I’ve made weak in the knees.”
𑁍 “And yet, I am still standing,” he mused. “A mystery indeed.”
𑁍 “Well,” you smirked, “there’s still time.”
Glorfindel
𑁍 Glorfindel was used to admiration. Being a golden-haired, heroic Balrog-slayer tended to make one rather popular. He was not, however, used to your particular brand of shameless flirting.
𑁍 The first time you called him ‘the most devastatingly handsome warrior this side of the sea,’ he nearly choked on his drink. “I beg your pardon?”
𑁍 “Oh, don’t be shy,” you teased, elbowing him. “You know you’re devastatingly handsome. I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking.”
𑁍 He recovered quickly. Too quickly. “Oh? And are you thinking about me often, then?”
𑁍 You grinned. “Only in my most sinful dreams.”
𑁍 Glorfindel coughed. You watched, delighted, as a flush rose high on his cheeks. “You are scandalous,” he muttered, shaking his head.
𑁍 “And you like it,” you sing-songed, linking your arm through his.
𑁍 From that moment on, he was both wary and intrigued. You kept him on his toes, throwing winks and suggestive remarks his way whenever the opportunity arose. One time, after he returned from a sparring match, you fanned yourself dramatically. “By the stars, is it hot in here, or is it just you?”
𑁍 He stared at you, sweat still glistening on his brow. “Do you ever stop?”
𑁍 “Why would I?” you asked, propping your chin on your hand. “You’re such an easy target.”
𑁍 “I am not an easy target,” he huffed, crossing his arms.
𑁍 “Oh, Glorfindel,” you sighed, shaking your head. “You poor, oblivious thing.”
𑁍 One day, he turned the tables on you, cornering you in a hallway and leaning in just close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. “Tell me, my sweet tormentor,” he murmured, “what would you do if I took your teasing seriously?”
𑁍 You blinked up at him, your brain stalling for a moment before you grinned and placed a finger on his chest. “I’d be very flattered,” you said, trailing your hand down his tunic before giving him a light shove. “But I’d still be messing with you.”
𑁍 Glorfindel groaned, his face forming a grimace. “You are intolerable.”
𑁍 “And yet, you keep coming back,” you sing-songed, winking as you strolled away.
𑁍 He watched you go, muttering something about humans and their wicked ways. But later, when you caught him smiling to himself, you knew he secretly loved every second of it.
Elrond
𑁍 “Lord Elrond,” you greeted with a smile that was all teeth. “I just want to say that you have the most magnificent bone structure I have ever seen. Have you ever considered the impact of your jawline on the mortal population?”
𑁍 Elrond, to his credit, barely reacted. “No, I have not.”
𑁍 “Tragic. I fear you underestimate its power.” He did not dignify that with a response.
𑁍 It became a sport after that. You flirted. He ignored you. You got more ridiculous. He remained completely, frustratingly composed.
𑁍 “Do you ever get tired of being the most attractive person in the room?” you asked one day, chin in hand, watching him review some diplomatic scrolls.
𑁍 “No,” he replied absently, eyes still scanning the parchment. “It is a burden I have learned to bear.”
𑁍 You choked on your drink. “Oh—so you do have a sense of humour!”
𑁍 His lips twitched, and you swore, just for a second, you saw a glimmer of amusement in those grey eyes.
𑁍 He got his revenge once. You had leaned in far too close, examining his ever-stoic features like some fine work of art, when he turned his head abruptly and murmured, “You are staring, my friend. Do you wish to kiss me?”
𑁍 You jerked back so fast you nearly fell out of your chair. “No!”
𑁍 “Ah,” he said, entirely unbothered, turning back to his scrolls. “How unexpected.”
𑁍 Sometimes, the elves who served him gave you looks of sheer disbelief. You were speaking to Elrond Peredhel, leaning casually against his desk and saying things like, “What if I wrote you a love poem?”
𑁍 “Please do not.”
𑁍 “Too late, I’ve already started. ‘O Elrond, fairest of the fair, with hair like—’ ”
𑁍 “No.” You could almost see him regretting ever acknowledging your presence.
𑁍 Glorfindel, who had been watching the entire ordeal with great amusement, leaned over and whispered, “I have never seen him so consistently harassed before. You are a marvel.”
𑁍 “Thank you,” you said, preening.
𑁍 And yet, despite all his sighs and why must you do this looks, Elrond never once dismissed you. If anything, you sometimes caught him glancing at you with that small, knowing smile of his, like he found you far more entertaining than he’d ever admit.
summary: where elrond and y/n have to make fatal decisions in war
a/n: i'm having so much fun with writing in this universe i haven't had in a long time (with writing in general) and i think that's beautiful <3 season 2 elrond really did it for me, so i hope you enjoy this flangsty fic. don't forget to reblog and give feedback, it means the world to me ♡
warnings: angst, violence, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, miscommunication (kind of), elrond kisses galadriel
universe: the rings of power
You hold your breath once you step into the dimly lit tent, teeming with orcs and their smells. Carefully, you place one foot in front of the other, never taking your eyes off the enemy who is currently watching three elves enter its territory. Amidst all these orcs and darkness, you couldn't stand out less in your polished white armour.
You follow Vorohil who is walking directly behind Elrond, and quickly spot the Father of the Orcs sitting on a makeshift chair that almost resembles a throne. Your gaze doesn't linger on him for long, however, because something or someone else catches your eye. Galadriel is standing right behind him, tied up and leaning against a post. Her eyes widen when your gaze meets and everything in her face screams for you to not be here, to turn around and leave again immediately. But you are here to help her, to free her from the clutches of the enemy, from the claws of evil. And you won't leave without her.
One of the orcs tells Elrond to sit opposite Adar, and he does as he is told with so much confidence you hardly recognize the sweet, curious boy behind the mask. Vorohil positions himself to his left, you stand on his right, ready to step in at any time should something go amiss.
You are more than aware of your situation: right in the mouth of the enemy whose teeth could pierce your flesh any moment, with absolutely no escape. Should this turn out to be a trap and part of Adar's plan, you have stepped right into it. Yet, Elrond insisted on not bringing a weapon of his own. You, on the other hand, have hidden daggers all around your body that you could pull out in the blink of an eye if the situation arises.
Even though all eyes are on Elrond, you still feel uncomfortable. You have never been this close to orcs before without fighting them at the same time.
"The ring you carry. Show it to me", Adar opens the conversation, and you inevitably flinch. Of course he shows interest in the ring. Like all of Middle-earth, it may seem.
"A foolish act if I had brought it here", Elrond answers in a firm voice and appears calm and collected, stoic almost, one arm draped over the armrest.
Adar's expression tells you that he is less than satisfied with this answer. What he doesn't know, however, is that the ring is closer to him than he thinks possible.
Its metal presses cold against the skin between your collarbones, your heart thumping loudly at the mention of it and your mind drifts back to the moment when it was handed to you.
'You shall have it', Elrond tells you, wearing that gentle smile on his lips that always adorns his features when he's around you, that makes your heart beat faster every single time. He places Nenya in your palm and when the light reflects in its beauty, you gasp. This small ring, inconspicuous at first glance but incredibly beautiful, contains a power you can't and don't even want to imagine.
'No, Elrond. I can't', you whisper, afraid that your voice might break. He now clasps your hand with both of his and gently closes your fingers around the piece of jewelry.
'My love. I wouldn't trust anyone else to keep it safe', he tells you with so much confidence and affection in his voice that you can't help but believe his words. The way he stands in front of you, his brown locks falling into his face, his eyes clear and bright, and holds your hand tightly leaves no room for further discussion. He trusts you with this power and you won't fail him.
'You can consider yourself a ring bearer now', he smiles, gently guiding your fist to his mouth to place a light kiss on top of it, his other hand cupping your cheek while doing so. His eyes linger on your lips for a second too long, but before you can say anything, he is summoned to the High King.
"It was Celebrimbor himself who welcomed Sauron in. You cannot save him. You can save Galadriel", Adars voice brings you back to the present. The circumstances you find yourself in make it hard to believe his words. He won't let Galadriel go willingly and Elrond will never give him the ring voluntarily. Since it is in your possession, you don't plan on handing it over either. No matter how much more danger that puts you in.
"It is an earnest offer. I suggest you take it", Adar continues, staring solely at Elrond from across the table, and stands up from his seat. "And leave Sauron to me."
The mention of this name sends a shiver down your spine. A name that describes pure evil. It is obvious from the way Adar says his name that he feels as much hatred towards him as the elves and all other inhabitants of Middle-earth. It makes you a little suspicious, after all, Adar was once a loyal servant of Sauron.
Once more, your gaze slides over to Galadriel when Adar walks around the table. One of the orcs holds his sharp weapon against her throat, a sign to not even think of making a wrong move. It is known that Galadriel was deceived by Sauron, or Halbrand as she used to call him, which is why her face reacts to his name, too.
She whispers something and you try to read her lips, but you don't get a chance when Adar suddenly stands right in front of you, blocking your view. Although he is still talking to Elrond, his full attention is now solely on you.
"You must know you cannot defeat me in battle. I will outmaneuver you, my forces outfight yours, and you will fall", Adar spits out, searching your face for any signs of fear, but you hold your ground and present him with your best death stare in return. But inside of you, it looks much different. Chaos rages within your mind and veins, your heart is beating so fast that it's pounding in your ears and Nenya is pressing painfully against your skin. You send a prayer to the Valar that Adar won't suspect anything, that he can't see behind the mask you've put on. Because you don't know how much longer you can keep it up, especially not under his relentless gaze.
Adar takes another step towards you and you can now feel his breath on your skin. Since he knows that you cannot resist him at the moment, he uses this to his advantage. His eyes search your face, but you cannot say what exactly they are looking for. Whatever it is, he doesn't find it.
"You will fall and all your little elves with you", he says in a calm voice, but his words are filled with hatred. At this, Elrond suddenly raises from his seat as well and positions his body between the two of you, enabling you to finally breathe again, your heartbeat slowing with relief.
"Not before you have painted the sands of the Glanduin black with the blood of your kin", Elrond tells him, briefly looking over to the orc whose blade is still at Galadriel's throat. His hand behind his back indicates that you should remain calm. Some of the orcs around you growl.
"My children have endured cruelties your bravest couldn't bear to hear spoken aloud."
"Are you prepared to spend their lives so freely, Adar?", Elrond confronts him, his words sounding accusatory. "Are they?"
Peaking over Elrond's shoulders, you see a clear shift in Adar's face, in his eyes. Apparently Elrond has struck a nerve with his words, the orcs becoming more and more restless as well.
"The ring for Galadriel's life. What is it to be?", Adar once again presents him with the tough decision, to choose, to pick one and let the other down. Before answering, Elrond closely walks past Adar, drawing his attention away from you and what it is he desires most. From your position, you only see Elrond adjusting his cloak before he casts another glance at Galadriel. Their eye contact lasts almost a moment too long before he then returns his attention to her captor.
"Ask me on the field, when the neck with a blade against it is yours", Elrond tells him, his deep voice making it sound like a threat. The orcs around you begin to seethe and snarl again and all of a sudden you are very aware of the dagger strapped to your shin, hidden beneath the leather of your boots.
"Very well. I will meet you there", Adar replies, his voice carrying a tinge of amusement after he gave him a once-over. And for a moment you think he actually agrees, that this decision can be made without shedding any blood, no matter red or black. That is until he finishes his sentence.
"With her head on a pike."
You want to step in, to say something, anything to help get Galadriel and the ring out of here, but you don't even know what. And you don't want to risk putting Elrond in danger by acting rashly. That is why silence ensues for a moment while Adar and Elrond just stare each other down challengingly, neither of them backing down or even thinking about giving in.
"If that is to be the way of things, I should like to bid her farewell", Elrond finally answers him, causing a gasp to escape your lips as you unintentionally take a step forward. But Vorohil stops you by putting his arm out in front of you, preventing you from doing something you might regret later.
You can't believe what you're hearing, what just left Elrond's mouth. Galadriel, on the other hand, seems just about pleased with this decision, because it means that no one will be harmed because of her. At least no one who is currently present in this tent.
To your surprise, Adar grants him this favour and lets him talk to Galadriel one last time. All eyes are on them, but you can't hear what they say to each other; their voices too quiet. You watch in disbelief, however, as Elrond softly touches her face and suddenly leans in to her, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.
All of a sudden, you find it difficult to breathe. You distinctly feel your heart breaking in two. The tent feels too small, too cramped, and tears well up in your eyes. No longer able to bear the sight, you lower your gaze, clenching your hands into fists at your sides. Although no one should be looking in your direction at this moment, it does not go unnoticed by Adar. He notices the pain in your eyes and in your entire life you have never felt so at the mercy of the enemy as you do right now.
You thought there was something between you and Elrond, a mutual, deep understanding that connected you. When by his side, you felt safe and loved. Until now you thought he returned that feeling and that there could be something more between the two of you, one day.
Apparently you were wrong.
It may have only been a few seconds, but for you it feels like several agonizing minutes before Elrond and Galadriel separate again. As soon as Elrond turns away from her, your eyes meet and a sharp pain ripples through your body, as if someone had stabbed you directly in the chest. Elrond's eyes are sad, suffering almost, and he looks at you with so much pity that you wish to disappear into thin air.
Elrond blinks a few times before making his way straight out of the tent.
"Vorohil. Y/N", he calls out your names, a silent command to follow him. Your gaze meets Adar's again who is watching you with his head tilted as you leave the tent together. You entered it as one, as a unit, but you leave it shattered.
You follow them out, the sun blinding you, but due to the tears you are still trying to hold back you couldn't see much from the beginning anyway. The orcs swarming around you aren't at all helping with the chaos that are your emotions.
You fall behind the two men. As if you were in a tunnel, you hear Vorohil bombarding Elrond with all sorts of questions in the distance. Questions whose answers are no longer important to you.
When they stop in front of you, you almost crash into them, too busy with all the thoughts swirling around in your head.
Was it all just a lie, a plot? Was he just using you to protect the ring? To have someone to sacrifice?
Your common sense tells you that this simply cannot be true, that Elrond has not been leading you astray and that what you feel for him is reciprocated inside of his heart. But your broken heart painfully beats in your chest and tells you something completely different.
You watch as Elrond mounts his horse and gives Vorohil an order, but the words do not reach your ears. You only see him in front of you, a knight in shining white armour, the sight of whom used to give you so much joy, made your heart beat faster and your cheeks blush. In the tent, you were willing to take a blade for him until the very end, but everything is different now.
Elrond's gaze wanders from Vorohil to you and all the sadness from before has disappeared from his face, replaced by a neutral expression. The expression of a warrior on his way into battle.
"Meantime, I will ensure that Eregion's walls hold for one more night", you finally register his words as he looks straight at you. Without another word, he puts on his helmet and rides away. An unspoken order hangs in the air and you swing yourself onto your own horse. After all, he is still your commander, whom you will always follow into battle, come what may.
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Your legs are shaking, your hands sticky, covered in blood and mud. Your movements are shaped by exhaustion. Nevertheless, your blade sinks into the flesh of another orc who falls to the ground with a gurgling sound. With all your strength, you pull out your sword and stumble back a few steps, your gaze wandering over the battlefield in front of you.
Corpses over corpses scatter the ground. Some brave warriors are still fighting against the few remaining orcs, but there is no way out. You have lost, Eregion has fallen. You are shocked to realize that you have lost so many elves today, friends and strangers alike.
This realization hits you with so much force out of nowhere and you collapse to the ground, onto your knees, and let out a scream filled with pain and sorrow and all of your remaining strength. You fought, side by side, and in the end it was all for nothing. The forces of Adar have taken you by surprise and no one was prepared for the chaos that would ensue. Now you find yourself in the mud, surrounded by the dead, the last sounds of battle wafting towards you, and you feel utterly and completely alone.
You lost sight of Elrond since the troll's attack and Arondir is nowhere to be found either. Just thinking of Elrond gives your wounded heart another stab that cannot be compared to any wound inflicted in battle. Ever.
A tear finally finds its way down your cheek, but you are quick to wipe it away with your dirty hand. You can't show weakness, not even now when you feel incredibly overwhelmed. You don't even know if Elrond is still alive, and you scold yourself for still worrying about the man who took your feelings for granted.
But of course you do, you love him.
You don't know if it's the ring still around your neck or your instinct, but something tells you to look toward the fallen walls of Eregion, to get one last look at the once beautiful city. And there you see him.
Elrond.
Kneeling.
In front of Adar.
Without hesitating for even a split second, you gather all your strength and stand up. You approach them quickly and watch as Elrond attacks Adar with his dagger, but Adar parries his attack by violently grabbing his arm. With a whimper, Elrond drops his weapon. You stand still as Adar's hand closes around Elrond's throat and lifts him above the ground, choking him. The sounds that escape from Elrond's mouth will haunt you in your dreams.
"Where is it?!", Adar shouts at him, losing his composure. Elrond's hands claw at his, trying to somehow prie them away, but to no avail. The battle has left Elrond weakened. Adar, on the other hand, seems to have gained more strength from it. At that moment, Elrond spots you, and even though you only look at each other for a second, Adar immediately notices Elrond's shift of attention. He turns his head in your direction, and if you didn't know better, you'd think surprise flashes across his face. Apparently he didn't expect to ever see you again.
"Let him go", you command, your voice trembling and your sword pointing at him.
"Or what?", Adar asks spitefully, raising an eyebrow. Not knowing how to answer, you look at Elrond again.
"G-Go", he chokes out.
You look at him in shock and immediately shake your head. You would never leave him behind. Adar follows this encounter with interest and with a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth when something dawns on him. The next moment, he pushes Elrond to the ground forcefully who desperately gasps for air.
You want to rush to his side immediately, but Adar draws his own sword and pushes the tip directly against Elrond's throat who is still gasping for air and hasn't even managed to sit up.
You freeze when you see blood.
"So that's how it is, I understand", Adar murmurs loudly, seemingly amused by something. Then, he reaches out his open hand towards you, catching you by surprise.
"The ring. Or he's dead."
Your eyes inevitably widen, but you no longer have the strength to put on a mask and hide your true emotions. And in doing so, you put everyone in danger.
"D-Don't listen t-to him", Elrond stutters, his eyes full of terror when he meets your gaze. He is not afraid of dying. He is afraid that the ring will fall into the wrong hands.
You gave him your promise. When you accepted the ring, you simultaneously promised that you would protect it with your life. And you still stand by that.
But right now, this is not about your life.
"Hurry or your sweet commander will soon find it extremely difficult to breathe", Adar threatens and presses his blade even harder into Elrond's skin, making him whimper in pain.
He can't speak anymore because of the life-threatening weapon at his throat, but his tear-filled eyes scream at you not to give in. But how could you not?
You move your lips and form the words 'I'm sorry', but no sound wants to escape your throat, your vocal cords failing terribly.
Lowering your sword dejectedly, you feel for the silver chain around your neck and eventually pull it over your head. Nenya dangles at the end, catching the sunlight that slowly but surely breaks through the clouds. Your hand trembles as you place the ring in Adar's palm, feeling like a failure.
Not just to yourself, but to your entire kind. And above all, to Elrond.
As soon as Adar has the ring in his possession, he removes his sword from Elrond and lets you approach him. You immediately fall to your knees beside him. Elrond gasps for air and coughs repeatedly, his head thrown back in defeat. You support his head with one of your hands, helping him to sit up.
"Forgive me", you sob quietly, but get no answer from him. He watches silently as you are surrounded by orcs who were just waiting to take you as prisoners.
And the whole time you can only think of one thing: You betrayed them all.
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You were about to set out to help her on your commander's orders. But it was already too late. You only saw a white figure falling down the cliffs. Now you're running through the dense forest, searching the ground, looking for a body. Every inch of your own body hurts, the cuts across your face throbbing painfully, but you have to keep going, keep walking just a bit longer, because she could be lying behind the next tree and you would never forgive yourself if you didn't find her.
Taking a break and catching your breath for a second, you lean against a tree, the battle taking a heavy toll on your body and strength. Suddenly you fleetingly notice a white shimmer to your right and run straight towards it, your ribs hurting. You breathe a sigh of relief and, at the same time, shock when you see Galadriel's motionless body on the ground, her arms stretched out at unnatural angles.
Without wasting any time, you rush to her, lifting her head so that you can gently place it on your lap. Loudly, you call out to the others that you have found her.
Her face is covered in soot and blood, her eyes closed. As you look at her like this, you once again realize how truly beautiful she is, even on the treshold to death. Your thoughts make your heart ache deeply, because how could Elrond not take a liking to her?
"They will be here soon", you whisper encouragingly, although you are not even sure she can hear you and your voice sounds anything but heartening. Your gaze lands on a large wound on her shoulder, the source of black streaks that are running across her armour. Carefully, you lift her armour with shaking hands and recoil in shock, as if you burned yourself, when you see a dark mark carved into her skin.
You don't get the chance to think about it any further, however, when Arondir and the High King finally arrive at your side. You let Gil-galad help Galadriel and take a few steps back, giving them enough space. As you do so, a light catches your eye, coming from under a branch. The relief you feel deep inside when you spot Nenya is overwhelming.
The High King tries healing Galadriel with the help of his ring. In Quenya, he orders her to step back into the light and leave the darkness behind her and her soul. With tears in your eyes, you watch as Galadriel takes heaving breaths, her eyes blinking violently, but she doesn't come back. Every passing second, she leaves the light a little more.
When you hear footsteps, running quickly at first and then slowing down abruptly, you don't have to turn around to know that it is Elrond.
"We're losing her", Arondir says and looks around helplessly. You see as much pain in his eyes as is reflected in yours and Elrond’s.
When you look over at Elrond at last, your heart stops beating for a moment. You thought you had already seen him at his lowest, where things couldn't have gotten any worse, completely devastated, but the way he is looking at Galadriel right now convinces you otherwise. The sadness that adorns his battle-torn but still beautiful features brings even more tears to your eyes.
His heart seems broken, crying for Galadriel.
"The darkness is too powerful. I cannot save her", the High King utters in defeat.
Even though it is only for one short moment, you hesitate. You hesitate to give the ring to Elrond, afraid of what might happen then, that your heart will crumble into even more fragile pieces.
"You can", you hear your own voice from afar and give Elrond the ring that you lost earlier. Elrond's eyes suddenly become clearer, brighter as he takes it, feeling it in his palm. But his eyes tell you that he is afraid, too. Afraid that he may not be able to save her. He fears he might lose her.
Gathering all your remaining strength, you force an encouraging smile onto your face, nodding and indicating that he should go to her. Elrond doesn't return your smile, he still looks at you with so much suffering in his eyes, but his facial features are more at ease now as he nods back at you. His way of thanking you.
"We can", he states, to convince himself once again before he puts on the ring.
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You stare at your own reflection, which looks up at you from the quiet water of the river. You dip your fingertips into the water, the waves that result distorting your face. The wounds that covered your face have been cleaned and treated, only slight cuts still visible. There is nothing to do but rest and reflect while everyone waits for Galadriel to awaken.
You are not startled when you suddenly see another reflection, a face above your own, for you have heard him coming.
"Galadriel has awakend", Elrond lets you know and elicits nothing more than a nod from you. "She is up and well."
"I'm glad", you reply and see his brow frowning, his eyes growing sadder in the reflection of his face in the water. Which surprises you in all honesty, because he should be filled with happiness right now. You may have lost the rings for men and many of your elven friends have fallen, but in the end you are alive and safe. Galadriel is safe.
In fact, you admit that you feel relief that she seems to be doing well, but it somehow still hurts just thinking about the kiss they shared.
"May I.. May I have a moment of your time?", Elrond asks you now, after a few seconds of silence, filled only by the chirping of birds and the rustling of the trees around you. This place is truly a sanctuary.
His voice sounds so fragile that you can't help but raise up and turn to him, folding your hands in front of your lower body.
"I bestowed the ring upon you as a token of my faith in you", Elrond explains and you notice from the small wrinkles on his forehead that he is having difficulty finding the right words.
Meanwhile, you just want to leave. You can't listen to him express his disappointment about your actions. After everything that has happened, you're just not strong enough anymore. Your heart is not strong enough.
"I entrusted you with it because I didn't trust myself", he continues, looking into your eyes, but you avert them and focus on the grass on the ground. "Because I knew that, if the situation occurred, I would have acted the same way you did."
A look of surprise crosses your face as you lift your gaze and meet his glistening eyes.
"If the roles had been reversed, I would have given up the ring, too. For your life", Elrond states, his eyes solely focused on yours. "Because when it concerns you, I'm simply too weak. You are my weakness. By giving Nenya to you I thought I could prevent myself from losing it. Instead, I placed the burden upon you."
Your heart beats loudly in your ears, not quite understanding what he is saying.
"But Galadriel-"
"What you saw.. It was a distraction. Galadriel is merely a good friend, whom I love differently", Elrond explains and his voice tells you how sorry he is. "I gave her the pin off my shoulder piece to give her a chance to escape. I couldn't guarantee that it would work, but I took the risk. And I was willing to hurt you by doing so."
He carefully reaches for your hand and you let him take it, continuing to stare at him with glassy eyes as he speaks, your throat dry.
"I am deeply sorry for any pain my actions have inflicted upon you", he apologizes sincerely and lowers his head in regret, some of his brown curls falling into his face. "I couldn't even look at you after that because I could see exactly how badly I had hurt you."
"E-Elrond..", you get out, but you don't even know how to continue or what to say to him. Your emotions are all over the place because you have wanted to hear these words from him for so long, but on the other hand you feel sad because he suffered as well. And if there is one thing you hate more than anything else, it is seeing those you love hurt.
"Another weakness on my part was not telling you about my true feelings earlier. It was unfair since you have always given me nothing but sincerity and affection. My love, I hope you can forgive me and overlook my weaknesses", he says, his voice getting quieter and more humble towards the end, his hand squeezing yours tightly as if you could run away at any moment. What he doesn't know, however, is that with every word he is mending your heart a little bit more.
"I remain hopeful that you will return my love, despite what happened."
He stands before you, probably barely able to stand after days of constant fighting, and pours his heart out to you. He is still in his armour, his face scarred by battle. And you can't help but admire him for it.
Because what he is doing right now is braver than anything he has ever done before.
Without saying a word, you finally pull him towards you and wrap your arms around his neck tightly, his armour pressing against your chest. At first, Elrond didn't expect such a reaction, which is why it takes him a moment until his muscles relax, the burden falling from his shoulders, and his arms sneak around your waist.
"Sometimes I really hate you, Elrond Peredhel", you say against his neck before pulling away from him, hitting his chest plate once to get your point across. Laughing, he takes a step back and protects himself with his arms in front of his chest. You laugh too, but only for a moment until Elrond's smile disappears again as he looks at you.
"Your beauty is truly captivating", he smiles softly and slowly steps closer so that your bodies almost touch. His hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your pointed ear as he looks back and forth between your eyes, his fingertip gently running over your skin from your ear to your chin. His touch leaves a trail of warmth. A smile twitches at the corner of your mouth and your gaze wanders to his lips.
The world stands still for a moment, all the events of the last few hours forgotten, banished from your thoughts to enjoy this one moment.
When Elrond's lips gently connect with yours, your patched up heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest. Elrond's hand on your chin pulls you even closer to him, but he does it in such a gentle way that your cheeks turn red. One of your hands searches for support on his armor because your knees feel like they are about to give in. But you know that Elrond would be there to catch you. Your knight in shining armour.
You never want to stop kissing him. How many times have you dreamed of this moment, imagined what it would be like. All your expectations are being exceeded right now.
When Elrond pulls away from you so you can both catch your breath, he leans his forehead against yours gently. You immediately miss the feeling of his lips on yours.
"My love", Elrond whispers against your skin, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. His cheeks took on a shade of red after the kiss and you are certain that his heart is beating against his armour just as fast as yours. Gently, you cup his heated cheek and run your finger over his skin, being careful not to touch any of his wounds. Then you can't stand it any longer, pull him even closer to you and kiss him again, which elicits a surprised gasp from him. Both of you smile into the kiss as he leans in even more.
If it were up to you, this moment would last forever - just you and Elrond and your love for each other. But you know that this is just wishful thinking, that you have tasks to complete, duties to fulfill. After this moment, the world will continue spinning, wars and battles will be fought, history will be written, but now you know that whatever happens, Elrond is by your side. For eternity.
I really enjoyed your Elrond hc’s, I was wondering if you might have any more to spare?
I miss the sweet boy and I’ll admit I’m in a bit of a writing rut right now for him.
Of course, if you’re busy - I totally get it and wish you well 😊
You asked for more Elrond headcanons and you shall receive them. Yes I know I'm late and I'm so sorry for that, I'm slowly rising from my grave. But I tried to make amends with these sweet ideas with our beloved Ellie 🥰.
Remember that english is not my first language, so please correct me if you see any mistakes!
Love
Ardisia 🖋
P.S. here you can read pt 1: kind as summer
SWEET AS SUMMER
From: the Tolkien universe of LOTR
Pair: Elrond x reader
Genre: fluff fluff fluff
Warning: aggressive compliments, Elrond beauty, slight nsfw innuendo (please correct me if I missed anything)
Words: 631
A/N: If you would like to read more of my stories here you can find my masterlist
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🌿 Okay so...
🌿 We left eachother with Elrond courting you wink wonk
🌿 It's the best you have ever felt in years
🌿 Elrond is so attentive and caring
🌿 His love language is definitely acts of service, I will not further explain it
🌿 Everything you need
🌿 And I mean EVERYTHING
🌿 He has it ready for you
🌿 Are you feeling thirsty?
🌿 He has a glass of fresh water ready for you
🌿 Are you felling a little cold?
🌿 He is ready to give you his coat, a blanket or himself to warm you up
🌿 He is THE gentleman you need in your life
🌿 So gentle he has not kissed you yet
🌿 Have some patience with him love
🌿 Ellie want to, no NEEDS to show you he is worthy of your love
🌿 So you decide to take the matter into your own hands
🌿 You plan a whole day for the two of you and hope to end it with a smooch
🌿 You ride until you reach a lake, bathed in sunlight and with a sand so soft it was like walking on flour
🌿 Almost under the falls there are some rocks on which you seat
🌿 The setting is so romantic
🌿 Ellie reads for you, your head on his lap and one of his hands brushing your hair
🌿 I’m crying and this is not even about me, I’m ridiculous
🌿 But let’s get back on track
🌿 You try to shift closer, but this pretty elf will not give in
🌿 Respectful its his second name dear
🌿 So it’s time to tease him (and remind him of one of his first failed courtship attempts)
🌿 This time, willingly, you decide to take a swim in the water
🌿 When you emerge he goes straight back to stuttering
🌿 You are just so beautiful
🌿 Your hair wet and slicked back
🌿 Your clothes reflecting the sunshine, playing colourful lights in the water
🌿 He cannot bring himself to look away
🌿 You look like a glass statue, too beautiful to handle
🌿 When you swim closer towards the rock he does the same thing
🌿 He moves like a magnet around you
🌿 When you rest your arms on the stone, smiling brightly at him he loses it
🌿 He lowers at the same moment you raise and your lips accidentally met
🌿 You could melt, he has such soft lips it’s unbelievable
🌿 Ellie on the other hand is on the verge of a cardiac arrest, but cannot stop
🌿 Not that anybody wants him to
🌿 After what feels like an eternity he pulls back, only to kiss you again, this time more confident
🌿 You drag him in the water with you
🌿 Can you imagine how hot this pretty elf can get with his hair wet?
🌿 BEFORE ANYONE COMES FOR ME THE BOOK HIS SAFE ON THE ROCK, I’M NOT A PSYCHOPATH
🌿 Okay now where were we? Ah yes!
🌿 You and Ellie kiss again, with him pulling you closer to his body each time
🌿 Now I want you to picture this
🌿 Your hands in his curls
🌿 One of his hands at the nape of your neck
🌿 And the other arm holding your waist close to his body
🌿 The two of you smiling between kisses
🌿 And whispering “I love you” to the other the whole time
🌿 I personally would combust
🌿 After a while you two got out, drying yourselves under the warm light of the sun
🌿 Ellie resumes his reading
🌿 And you slowly start drifting to sleep, head on his shoulder, listening to the voice of your beloved
You may call me whatever you want. This goes for pronouns as well. I’m comfortable with anything.
I write for Thranduil and Elrond mainly! But I would try to branch out if requested. My DM’s and inbox are always open for requests so please feel free
Things I won’t write:
Incest(of any sort)
Rape
Scat
Or anything to do with vomit
I’m a Thranduil x Elrond shipper as well as a Bagginshield shipper
this is a safe space for all and I can’t wait to interact and get to know everybody!
Elrond x Camnir ♡ rated: Explicit 🔞 1.168 words ♡ warnings: none ♡ smut & fluff ♡ established, but secret relationship ♡ risk of getting caught, but no actual voyeurism, hand kink, frottage, library sex ♡ Read here on AO3
This work is inspired by this fanfic as well as the scene from episode 4.
summary: Elrond and Camnir’s relationship is very new and still a secret. After their mission, during which Camnir almost got killed if it hadn’t been for Nenya, Elrond is still very worried.
“Are you certain it doesn’t hurt anymore?”
They were on their way back from the artificers. Elrond insisted that Camnir had his wound examined by them. Camnir didn’t protest, he knew that when Elrond had his mind set on something he wouldn’t rest until he took care of it. And he still didn’t trust Galadriel’s ring even though its surprising healing potency saved his friend from sudden death. The artificers studied Camnir’s torso but there wasn’t any trace of a wound. The only proof of a live threatening shot to the chest by a well directed arrow was the blood on his torn gambeson.
“Elrond, I promise you, I’m fine.” Camnir assured him with a smile.
Elrond cared for him deeply, that’s why he worried so much, but Camnir probably knew that already. It had been a risk, letting Camnir join the company, since he was a scholar and not a fighter like Rían, Vorohil or Daemor. But Camnir insisted and Elrond needed his experience as a map maker and Camnir knew these regions better than anyone else.
“I’m glad.” Elrond smiled back, his blue eyes gleaming at Camnir.
They walked for a little while until Elrond spoke again.
“I hope I wasn’t too rough… suddenly pressing my hand over your mouth like that.”
Camnir blushed and turned his head.
Did I say something wrong?
Since Camnir didn’t answer, Elrond asked “What is it?”
Camnir ignored him, but a gentle hand on his wrist made him turn around.
Elrond mustered him anxiously. “Was it that bad, did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, you should have said something!”
“That’s not– I…” Camnir’s face was now a bright crimson. “...liked it.” Elrond’s hand was still holding his wrist and Camnir’s skin felt hot underneath the touch.
“You did?” This wasn’t what Elrond expected, but now he was genuinely curious.
“I was surprised at myself… but, yes.” Camnir sighed.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?” Elrond blurted out. There was definitely something interesting there. In a different setting, both of them safe and sound… Elrond felt something stir inside him.
Camnir’s big brown eyes widened in surprise. “No…”
Elrond smirked, took Camnir’s hand in his and led him to the nearest chamber. It was part of Lindon’s vast library. Even though this part was very dark and there wasn’t anybody there at the moment, Elrond’s heartbeat quickened at the thought of getting caught here.
He searched for Camnir’s gaze to make sure he was okay with what he had in mind. Camnir’s big brown eyes found his and he smiled.
With one swift movement, Elrond backed the taller elf up into the corner against a bookshelf. A small giggle escaped Camnir’s throat but he didn’t have time to be embarrassed about it when Elrond caught his lips in a hungry kiss which Camnir reciprocated passionately.
“Camnir…” Elrond sighed, leaning his forehead against his lovers’.
“Commander,” Camnir teased him.
Elrond rolled his eyes but gave him a warm smile, diving back in for another kiss while his hand travelled to Camnir’s waist.
Camnir ran a hand through Elrond’s curls at the back of his head. He already knew Elrond’s weak spots and as he stroked over his scalp with slight pressure, he coaxed a small moan out of Elrond’s mouth.
The heated touch of their lips was so tempting that Elrond deepened the kiss. He nibbled on Camnir’s bottom lip and licked over it, then sealing their lips in a languid kiss again, earning him a pleased sigh.
Elrond broke the kiss and started licking and kissing Camnir’s neck while pushing his torso against him, practically melting against Camnir’s warm body.
Elrond’s goal was to tease him, but give him soft kisses and sweet affirmations and make it unbelievably hot for Camnir… They knew each other very well at this point and keeping their relationship a secret had some advantages in terms of it being really hot to sneak around like this.
“I’m so relieved you’re not hurt”, Elrond moaned against the soft flesh.
“Elrond….” Camnir let out a small whine at the sweet pressure. Both of them were straining against their trousers and breathing heavily.
“I don’t think I could have forgiven myself if something happened to you, meleth nín…” Elrond added in a low voice, searching Camnir’s eyes once again, trying to convey his feelings towards him with his gaze. Camnir’s immediate reaction was to capture Elrond’s lips in a heated kiss once again and Elrond smiled into the kiss.
The air around them was thick with tension and Elrond found Camnir’s smell intoxicating and his kisses tasted so sweet, he couldn’t get enough.
Camnir sucked in a breath when Elrond started dragging his hand over the bulge in his pants.
“You feel so good, my love,” Elrond whispered between kisses and he felt Camnir smiling against his lips.
“I’ve missed your touch so much, Elrond,” Camnir replied in a hushed voice.
Elrond took him out of his trousers and began stroking him with his broad hand. Camnir let out a restrained whine, desperately trying to stay quiet. He slid his hand around Elrond’s waist and placed it on his butt with a firm grip.
“Missed your cute butt, too…” Camnir added and Elrond let out a quiet chuckle.
Elrond was slowly losing himself in Camnir’s needy kisses and he pressed his own hard cock against his lovers’ hip. He sighed at the much needed friction and started building a slight rhythm. He felt Camnir’s hand gripping tighter into the fabric of his pants, encouraging him to take his pleasure.
Suddenly there was a noise jerking them out of their intimate moment. Muted voices could be heard from within the library. Instinctively Elrond pressed his hand on Camnir’s mouth and Camnir’s big brown doe eyes widened.
Elrond’s heart was racing with excitement, his hard cock was throbbing in his pants, waiting to be freed and when he noticed Camnir’s flushed cheeks and pupils blown with lust, he realized he was into this as much as Elrond was.
The voices had gotten closer and now they could make out what was being said on the other side of 2 or 3 bookshelves away from them. But instead of stopping and waiting for them to leave Elrond pumped Camnir’s cock faster, teasing the sensitive head with his thumb. Camnir trembled under his touch and suddenly he was spilling all over Elrond’s hand with a muffled whine. At the same time, Camnir’s hand that was still in Elrond’s hair suddenly gripped tighter and Elrond almost yelped with pleasure and he pressed tighter against his lover's body and with a few shuddering movements of his hips he burst in his trousers.
The shockwaves of pleasure still running through him, Elrond remembered to listen for the noises, but everything was silent except for Camnir’s heavy breathing. He gazed at his lover and smiled. Camnir smiled back and their mouths met in a gentle kiss as they enjoyed the slowly fading aftershocks.
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You are in Elrond's arms, eyes just opened from a dreamless sleep.
You both didn't get up yet. This morning in Eregion it is so cold, it's the beginning of winter and the trees are still losing their yellow-brownish leaves... But the wonderful blue birds come singing at your window anyway.
They seem to know you both are awakening. It's like a blessing from the Valar.
Elrond's voice is barely a whisper, just for you. Almost a sonore breath, just wind with meaning.
- Man erin, nin meld...
Your heart races. His body is tepid, so silky against your naked skin. You are still bare from the night of lovemaking.
- Man erin...
You can't help but lean and kiss his chest, to hold him tighter, breathing his greenish and musky scent. He keeps reciting a sindarin poem he loves to sing to you. It reminds him of you. His voice is creamy, still a whisper above the cold rain pouring outside.
- Im mel cin, Elrond...
He smiles, looking so deeply into your eyes. He looks like he is about to tear up. You touch his face, coaxing a sweet smile, and there it is: a bright tear that you kiss dry from his cheek.
Hi, I do kind of have an idea for some Elrond fluff.
It’s basically the song “put your head on my shoulder” by Paul Anka turned into a fic.
I just want to slow dance with Elrond honestly 💕
I adore this idea !!! Here is it short and sweet with some of the lyrics woven in. I definitely listened to the song on repeat while writing this, and I recommend everyone do that, it adds to the experience!!
Put Your Head On My Shoulder
The rings had been completed, elvenkind was saved, and you were waiting for Elrond’s arrival. You smoothed down your gown, watching as the musicians struck up another waltz. You’d been waiting for another chance to dance with Elrond, last time you’d been rudely interrupted by a tongue-tied elf lord who decided Elrond was the only person who could help him express his feelings to his betrothed.
The tune slowly turned to one you were fond of, a slow harmony of strings, woodwinds, and gentle percussion.
“Lady y/n, my apologies for the wait.” Elrond took your hand in his and pressed it to his lips, looking flustered, and undeniably handsome.
“No apology necessary, if you will ask me to dance?”
His smile is more radiant than the sun, and he leads you to the floor, hands settling in the proper positions as you began to join the waltz.
“I swear to you, no one will tear me away from you this night.” He said as he dipped you.
Once you were pulled back to his chest, you smiled. “I will hold you to that.”
You both followed the other couples, stepping, swaying, spinning, until the music slowed, and Elrond’s eyes lit up with mischief. “Do I dare ask why you look so entertained?”
“I bribed the musicians to play this song for you.”
Your heart fluttered as the opening notes to your favorite song filled the night air. “You remembered?”
Elrond pulled you nearly flush against him, and you rested your head on his shoulder. His hand on your upper back kept you close as you swayed. “Of course, this song was playing when we first met.”
“It was at an event quite like this one, if I remember correctly.” You said, pressing a chaste but fond kiss to his neck.
“It was. I was a young elf, stumbling after Galadriel because she was my only friend, and you were there—”
“Late, my brother made us arrive late.” You added, giggling when he kissed your temple.
“Yes, late, but as beautiful as mithril, and I knew I would be a fool to ask you to dance.”
“Well, then we must thank the Valar that you are a fool.”
“I did rush to you quite quickly, but you were very kind about it.”
“I thought you were brave, and handsome.” You reassured him. "I despise playing games."
“And then you kissed me goodnight, a brush of your lips against my cheek that I could still feel as I laid in my bed.”
You buried your face in the crook of his neck. “You always say what I wish to hear.”
Elrond, chuckled. “It is a gift.”
You both fell into comfortable silence, enjoying the dance.
“Thank you, this was very sweet.” You whispered, basking in the warmth of his body.
“Anything for my starlight.” He whispered back, before he gently lifted your head, and pressed his lips to yours.
Elrond’s kisses always took your breath away, but here, under the stars, your favorite song playing, it felt like a dream. Oh, how glad you were that he loved you, too.
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