You Slapping their Butt and Calling them “Dummy Thick” in Front of Everyone:
how would the elves react to this?
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Legolas, Meludir, feren, galion, elros version’s are below.
🍃𝓛𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓼
𖧧 The Fellowship had seen many strange things in their time together, but nothing—nothing—had prepared them for the audacity of what you just did. You stood there, your hand having just smacked the princely posterior of Legolas Greenleaf backside, your voice echoing through the room with an exclamation that would forever haunt (or amuse) the Fellowship “Dummy thick.”
𖧧 Legolas froze as if turned to stone. His bow, usually held with unmatched grace, slipped slightly in his hand. The tips of his ears, often a stoic and noble feature, flushed a delicate pink that crept rapidly down his neck. His sharp eyes darted to you, then to Aragorn, then to everyone else, as if searching for guidance on what to do next. But no help came—Aragorn was covering his mouth, Boromir looked like he was physically restraining a laugh, and the hobbits…well, Merry and Pippin had already collapsed into wheezing fits of laughter. Sam looked scandalized, and Frodo was blinking rapidly, clearly wondering if he had misheard.
𖧧 Legolas blinked at you, his lips parting slightly in shock. Then, as though realizing he was still in the middle of a room full of people, he straightened his posture and said in a voice that was much louder than necessary: “I am unsure what you mean by this… designation.” The attempt at regal composure was there, but it was entirely undermined by the way his voice cracked slightly at the word “designation.”
𖧧 The Fellowship’s Reaction Boromir completely lost his composure, slapping a hand to his knee and laughing so hard that Gimli had to smack him on the back to keep him from choking. Aragorn was trying desperately to stay calm, but even he couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped as he muttered, “Dummy thick? By the Valar…” Gandalf sighed, clearly debating whether or not this moment would be worth recording in the annals of history. The hobbits were no help at all. Merry was doubled over, clutching Pippin, who had tears streaming down his face from laughing too hard. Even Sam, who tried to maintain some sense of decorum, couldn’t help the small, strangled giggle that escaped.
𖧧 Legolas turned to you, his face now composed but his voice uncharacteristically stiff. “Mellon,” he began, carefully measured, “I… I am flattered by your appreciation, but perhaps we could discuss such matters in private?” His attempt at regaining dignity was thoroughly ruined when Gimli snorted and said, “Aye, laddie, flattered, were you? Your face is redder than an orc’s behind in a smithy.”
𖧧 Legolas glared at the dwarf, but his usual sharp retort seemed to fail him. Instead, he looked back at you, his eyes a mixture of exasperation and… something else. Was it amusement? Embarrassment? Curiosity? It was hard to say, but one thing was clear: you had thoroughly thrown the prince off his game.
𖧧 Later, in Private When the two of you were alone, Legolas’ composure finally cracked. He buried his face in his hands and groaned softly. “Why, Mellon? Why would you say such a thing… in front of everyone?”
𖧧 But despite his words, there was no true anger in his voice—just the faintest hint of a laugh. When he finally lowered his hands, his eyes were sparkling with a reluctant, albeit slightly mortified, humor.
𖧧 “I suppose it was… bold of you,” he admitted with a soft sigh. “But next time, perhaps you could warn me before proclaiming such… thoughts in public?”
𖧧 And though his voice was still tinged with embarrassment, you couldn’t miss the small smile that tugged at his lips. He might never live it down, but deep down, some part of him admired your audacity—and maybe even found it endearing.
💛𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓻
𑁍 Meludir, the shy and bubbly young scout of Mirkwood, would be utterly scandalized the moment your hand made contact with his backside. He’d freeze in place, his big doe eyes going impossibly wide, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson that spread all the way to the tips of his pointy ears.
𑁍 “W-what—?!” he’d stammer, his voice cracking slightly in sheer mortification. The room would erupt into stunned silence, the other elves pausing mid-conversation or activity to stare at the two of you. Several of his fellow scouts would exchange bewildered glances, while a few bolder ones might stifle laughter behind their hands. Somewhere in the crowd, a mischievous elf would mutter, “Dummy thick?” under their breath, setting off a chain of poorly suppressed giggles.
𑁍 Meludir, meanwhile, would be too overwhelmed to process any of it. His hands would flap helplessly at his sides as he spun to face you, his expression a chaotic mix of disbelief, embarrassment, and outright panic. “Y-you can’t just say that! Or—or do that! In front of everyone!” he’d squeak, his voice pitching higher with each word. His gaze would dart around the room, as if searching for a way to escape the situation without further humiliation.
𑁍 Despite his mortification, there’d be a flicker of confusion in his wide eyes, as if wondering, Did they mean it? Am I…?”If Thranduil or another superior were present, Meludir’s distress would only deepen, his hands shooting up to his face to cover his burning cheeks. “I—I think I need to go scout something! Right now! Immediately!” he’d blurt, trying to flee the room with all the grace of a startled deer.
𑁍 But, of course, being Meludir, he’d probably trip over his own feet or run into a doorframe on his way out, adding another layer of mortification to his plight. Later, after he’d had time to calm down, he’d likely find you and glare at you with all the intensity his soft features could muster (not much).
𑁍 “Why would you do that to me? In front of everyone!” he’d whine, puffing out his cheeks in a pout. “That was so mean!” He’d pause, biting his lip before adding shyly, “But… do you really think I’m… you know…?” His voice would drop to a whisper. “…Dummy thick?” It would take a while to live down the incident, but deep down, Meludir would secretly appreciate your playful affection—though he’d be sure to check over his shoulder any time he heard you coming, just in case.
🤎𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷
➷ Feren, ever the dutiful and disciplined captain of the Mirkwood Guard, would completely short-circuit at your audacious display. The slap would echo through the training grounds, the sound drawing the attention of every guard under his command, sparking a wave of silence. His entire body would go rigid, his tall frame frozen in disbelief, the tips of his ears turning a telltale shade of red.
➷ His dark eyes, wide with shock, would dart toward you, his lips slightly parted as though searching for the words to respond—but none would come. For someone as eloquent as Feren, the sheer scandal of being referred to as “dummy thick” in public would leave him utterly speechless. His comrades, meanwhile, would exchange uncertain glances, unsure whether to intervene or laugh. A few braver ones might let a snicker slip before quickly stifling it.
➷ If Thranduil or other dignitaries were present, Feren would die a thousand deaths in that moment. He’d immediately bow his head, mortified, attempting to salvage what little of his dignity remained. If he could, he’d likely bark a command to dismiss the gathering of elves, all while refusing to meet anyone’s gaze.
➷ Once the crowd dispersed, Feren would turn to you, his hands balled into fists at his sides—not out of anger, but sheer embarrassment. His voice, normally steady and commanding, would falter slightly as he addressed you. “Mellon” he’d say, his tone a mix of exasperation and bewilderment. “Do you… realize what you’ve just done?”
➷ His shy nature would make it almost impossible for him to directly confront the “dummy thick” comment, but the slap would linger in his mind. He’d glance around to ensure no one else could hear before stepping closer, lowering his voice to an urgent whisper. “Was that… truly necessary? In front of everyone?” His face would still be flushed, and though his words seemed stern, there’d be a flicker of something softer in his expression—an embarrassed fondness for your boldness.
➷ If you laughed or teased him further, Feren would sigh deeply, running a hand over his face as if trying to compose himself. But he couldn’t stay irritated for long. His shy nature would resurface as he looked away, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You are going to be the end of me,” he’d mutter under his breath, though there’d be no real anger in his tone. Later, in private, he might even laugh to himself, shaking his head in disbelief that you managed to catch him so off-guard.
➷ When you were alone together, Feren would still be blushing, but he’d finally relax enough to address the situation. He’d sit beside you, his demeanor more composed but his ears still a little red. “You really have no sense of restraint, do you?” he’d ask, his tone tinged with reluctant amusement. “I’m lucky Thranduil didn’t witness that… or I’d never hear the end of it.”
➷ If you teased him further or apologized sweetly, he’d shake his head, a soft chuckle escaping him despite himself. Leaning closer, he’d let his guard down completely, brushing a hand against yours. “You make my life… interesting,” he’d admit, his voice low and affectionate. “Though, next time, perhaps you could be a little less bold. My pride might not survive it.”
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ꄗ Elros would freeze mid-action, the keyring in his hand jangling faintly as silence descended upon the dungeons. The other guards would gape, their faces ranging from shock to barely-concealed laughter. Elros, the steadfast and disciplined captain, was not accustomed to being the target of such… unconventional attention, let alone in front of his subordinates.
ꄗ His face would turn a bright shade of red, and for a moment, he’d struggle to compose himself, torn between his natural sense of duty and the utterly baffling situation unfolding. His gaze would snap to you, wide-eyed, and his voice would come out in a stammer. “M-Mellon—what are you doing?!”
ꄗ The guards, no longer able to contain themselves, would likely burst into laughter or hurriedly excuse themselves to avoid Elros’s mortified wrath. Elros would whirl around, glaring daggers at his comrades as they retreated, leaving him alone with you.
ꄗ Once the others had dispersed, Elros would fix you with a look somewhere between exasperation and disbelief. He’d cross his arms over his chest, still blushing furiously. “You have some nerve, don’t you?” he’d mutter, though there’s a flicker of amusement behind his indignation. “Dummy thick? Is that how you choose to address me—in front of the guards?”
ꄗ Despite his scolding tone, there’s a clear note of flustered warmth. While Elros is a disciplined and responsible figure, he’s also deeply forgiving and good-natured, especially toward someone he holds dear. “Do you have any idea how much I’ll hear about this later?” he’d say with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. But then, his expression would soften, and he’d step closer, his voice dropping to a gentler tone. “Just—don’t pull a stunt like that when I’m on duty, alright? I’ll let it slide this time, but only because it’s you.”
ꄗ When he’s alone, Elros would sit in his quarters, still red in the face as he replayed the incident in his mind. Despite himself, a small chuckle would escape his lips as he muttered under his breath: “Dummy thick… What in Arda possessed you to come up with that?” Though flustered, he’d also be secretly pleased by your boldness and the lightheartedness you bring to his otherwise serious role. Deep down, he’d admire your audacity, even if he wouldn’t admit it outright.
ꄗ Elros might even let a smirk creep across his face the next time he sees you, though he’d shake his head as if to scold you again: “You’re lucky I’ve a soft spot for you, mellon. Just—try not to make me the talk of the Woodland Realm next time, alright?”
❤️𝓖𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷
𖦹 The room is lively with the sound of clinking goblets and quiet conversations. Galion, in his usual laid-back manner, is strolling through the hall, holding a glass of Thranduil’s finest vintage when it happens. Your hand connects with his backside in a resonant smack that echoes throughout the hall. The words “dummy thick” tumble from your lips with unrestrained boldness.
𖦹 For a moment, Galion freezes, wine glass poised mid-air, as though his brain is struggling to process the audacity of what just transpired. Slowly, he turns to look at you, his expression a delightful cocktail of astonishment, mild affront, and a flicker of amusement he can’t quite hide. “Dummy thick, you say?” he repeats, his tone low and laced with incredulous humor. His eyebrows rise as if to silently ask, “Did you really just do that?”
𖦹 The other elves, initially stunned into silence, exchange a mix of horrified and amused glances. A few stifled chuckles escape from the more free-spirited among them. Someone mutters, “By the stars…” Galion recovers quickly, his easygoing nature saving him from the sheer embarrassment that might have overwhelmed another elf in his position. With a casual yet pointed gesture, he takes a long sip of wine, clearly weighing his response. Finally, he leans closer to you, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
𖦹 “If you must grope me, meleth, at least make sure I’ve had a full glass of wine beforehand,” he quips with a sly grin, his eyes twinkling with mischievous mirth. As the initial shock fades, Galion adopts a playful tone, more amused than offended. Turning to the rest of the room, he raises his glass in a mock toast, his carefree demeanor diffusing much of the tension. “To bold declarations and even bolder actions,” he says smoothly, shooting you a glance that’s equal parts exasperated and entertained.
𖦹 In Private Later, when the crowd has dispersed and it’s just the two of you, Galion confronts you again—though “confront” might be too strong a word for his gentle chiding. “You’ve quite the nerve, calling me such names in front of everyone,” he remarks, though there’s no true malice in his tone. “Do you know how long it’s going to take me to live that down?”
𖦹 His smirk, however, betrays him. “Still… I suppose it’s flattering, in a peculiar way. Dummy thick, hmm? Perhaps I’ll add it to my titles. ‘Galion, Keeper of Wine and Bearer of Thickness.’ What do you think?”
𖦹 Galion’s easygoing charm ensures that he’d ultimately laugh it off, but he wouldn’t let you forget your daring act for a long while, teasing you at every opportunity. And perhaps, just perhaps, he’d find a way to return the favor when you least expect it.
I’m working on other elven characters like haldir, Gil-galad, círdan.
Thank you so much for doing these! How exciting~ could I get a romantic matchup? (I am also incredibly invested in seeing who I would be besties with tho 👁️👄👁️ but that's probably for another day)
I'm a 5'6 she/they person, with dark purple hair and hazel eyes and hella freckles on tan skin. I throw discus on my track team, so I'm pretty strong too (got that CAKE)! I'm both demiromantic and demisexual, so it usually takes some time for me to really become attracted to anyone. There is the chance of that attraction happening sooner, but this has the side effect of me wanting to throw hands with the person first. I do prefer more masculine and adjacent people for the most part.
I love learning new things in all sorts of areas, and I especially love anything to do with nature, like plants and animals and astronomy! I will also try just about anything once. On the other hand, I have ADHD and anxiety so I can hyperfocus on things and get way lost in my thoughts really quickly, or get distracted just as fast. I'm a Taurus sun, Leo rising, and Cancer moon lmfao (what a combo)
Also my dog is my best friend
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I Pair You With: Elros
Elros is bright, affable, and a bit of a goofball. He’s very good-natured and patient, and loves trying out new things. He’s demiromantic and pansexual, but super friendly. He totally is just heart-eyes at your athletic skill and strong personality! You guys would be fast friends.
He’d be attracted to you at first, but wouldn’t follow up on it at all until much later. This is definitely a friends-to-lovers slow-burn sort of situation.
You guys share a love of learning, nature, and the stars! Elros knows the night sky like the back of his hand (he uses it to navigate). This results in a lot of situations where you two are lying in the grass, stargazing, and brushing fingertips together as you point out different stars and constellations.
Hello yes can we spar? In a platonic, friendly-competition way, of course. 👁️👄👁️
Oh, you’re trying something new? Let me try it with you! Doesn’t matter if it’s a skill, hobby, or a new food. He especially loves trying out different dishes, no matter how weird.
He’s also got ADHD, so he totally gets both hyperfocus and distractibility and doesn’t mind either one.
While he isn’t anxious, Elrond is, so he has a lot of experience with symptoms of anxiety and will ask you exactly what you need-- whether that’s reassurance, time alone, affirmation, hugs, warm blankets, distraction, etc. He knows everyone is a little bit different and will do his best to be as helpful as he can!
He adores animals and has really deep, strong bonds with his horse and his dogs. Both of you can just melt into puddles over your pets.
Also he thinks your hair is really rad. He’d dye his a fun color to match.
- Since the Mirkwood guard was constantly working whenever he got a day off he wanted it to be spent with you, no distractions.
- Elros would use this time to make up the time he couldn't spend with you.
- You would be constantly reassuring him, letting him now it's okay and you truly dont mind.
- Both of you would take a bath together, washing each other's hair and rubbing each other shoulders. Paying extra attention to his from the constant working and activity.
- He loves snuggling up in bed with you, practically melting when you run your hands over his arms and backs.
The reader (you) , with your bratty personality, loved teasing the elves. You always find ways to get their attention at the most inconvenient times, often by reaching out to touch the elf’s sensitive ears. (For the elves, it was more than just a simple touch—such actions were seen as intimate, a signal of courting, and a serious one at that also incredibly sensitive to pain and pleasure. If the reader (you) didn’t get the response you wanted, you’d torment the elf’s ears further, pinching or tugging until their target finally relented. You knew just how to push their buttons—always with a smile and a glint of mischief in their eyes.)
Feren, Meludir, Galion, Elros version below
🤎𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷
The sun was beginning to dip below the trees, casting a warm golden hue across the sprawling gardens of Mirkwood. The soft breeze stirred the leaves, and the scent of blooming flowers filled the air. It was a quiet evening, the kind where one could lose themselves in the tranquility of nature. But Feren wasn’t feeling particularly calm at the moment. He was standing by the edge of the garden, one hand resting on the trunk of a large tree, watching the light play over the petals of the flowers. His thoughts were distracted, his usual sense of control slipping. Why? Because you, the one person who could always bring his attention away from duty, were standing just a few steps away, a mischievous gleam in your eyes.
Feren’s sensitive, pointed ears flicked as you approached, but he didn’t move. He’d learned to tolerate the teasing by now, though it still made his pulse quicken whenever you were near. You, on the other hand, loved this. You knew exactly how to get under his skin, how to make him nervous, how to get him to react. And, today, you were feeling particularly playful. With a quick step, you sidled up behind him, your fingers brushing against the sensitive tips of his ears. The contact was light, almost accidental, but you could see the way his body stiffened, his shoulders tensing. His eyes flickered to the side, but you already knew what he was thinking—he wasn’t quite ready to confront you, yet. “Feren,” you teased, your voice sweet but laced with mischief. “You look so serious standing here. Am I interrupting your thoughts?”
Feren’s lips parted as if to respond, but the words caught in his throat. He knew better than to snap at you. He wanted to, to say something about how distracting you were, how difficult it was to maintain any semblance of composure when you were near. But he couldn’t. He would never snap at you. Not when he felt this strange, unsettling warmth every time you were close. And then, there was that small, relentless ache in his chest, the way his heart raced when you teased him. You, with your bratty smirk, weren’t about to make it easy for him. You reached up again, your fingers grazing his ear. This time, instead of a gentle touch, you pinched the soft, sensitive edge of his ear between your fingers. Feren’s reaction was immediate and involuntary—his body jerked slightly, his breath hitching in his throat. He spun around to face you, a blush creeping across his cheeks, his eyes wide in surprise.
“Stop,” he muttered under his breath, trying to sound serious, but his voice was barely a whisper, thick with the effort of holding himself together. You smirked, enjoying this too much. “Stop? Feren, I haven’t even begun.” Your fingers were already making their way back toward his ear, playing with the delicate tips again. Feren swallowed hard, his pulse hammering as you tormented him with your teasing. He had the oddest mix of emotions churning inside—frustration, embarrassment, and a strange sense of longing. His sensitive ears were a source of pride, but they were also a weakness, especially around you.
He tried to step back, to regain control of the situation, but you weren’t letting him off that easily. With a playful little giggle, you traced a line along the curve of his ear with your fingertips. It wasn’t just playful anymore. It was torturous for him, the way his breath caught each time your touch lingered a little too long, the way his heart raced in his chest. His mind screamed at him to stop you, to say something, but nothing came out. Finally, after a few agonizing moments, Feren had had enough. He grabbed your wrist gently but firmly, pulling your hand away from his ear. His face was flushed, and his voice low and strained. “Enough, Y/n,” he said, his tone more serious than before, though there was a hint of something else beneath the surface—something deeper. You raised an eyebrow, smirking once more. “Or what?” you asked, daring him. “What will you do, Captain?”
Feren’s breath hitched again, his body still shaking from the earlier teasing. He looked down at you, his expression softening, though still filled with that vulnerability you’d learned to love. “I will do nothing,” he said quietly, his voice a little more controlled now, though there was still a wildness to it. “But you’ve been warned.” You grinned up at him, tilting your head in that playful way you always did when you knew you had him exactly where you wanted him. “Warned? How exciting. I guess I’ll have to be more careful then,” you said, as though you were considering it, though your hand was already lifting again, inching toward his ear.
Feren’s sharp intake of breath betrayed him. His gaze snapped to your fingers, his resolve slipping away. He might have been a captain in Mirkwood’s elite guard, but in moments like this, he was powerless in the face of your teasing. Before he could stop himself, he reached for your hand and gently placed it on his chest, his fingers trembling slightly. “Please,” he whispered. “You know what that does to me.” And for the first time, you saw something in his eyes—desire, yes, but also the kind of tender affection that you never doubted he had for you. In that moment, the teasing seemed to fade, replaced by something deeper between the two of you.
You pulled your hand back, but only for a moment, before you took a step closer to him, your lips brushing softly against his ear—teasing him in your own way. “I know exactly what it does,” you whispered. The air between you crackled with that charged intimacy, and even Feren, who had fought so hard to keep his composure, couldn’t stop the low, almost desperate exhale that escaped his lips. He had known what you were doing, had understood the game, but in moments like these, when the teasing turned into something far more intimate, there was no winning. At least, not for him. And as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t want to win.
💛𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓻
It was a quiet afternoon in Mirkwood, and Meludir was out on patrol, his eyes darting between the trees as he moved with the fluidity only an elf could possess. He loved this—being out in the forest, free to explore, to listen to the whispers of nature. But today, there was something else in the air, something that kept his attention from focusing fully on his surroundings. It was you. You had been trailing behind him for the better part of the morning, watching with a sly smile as he moved gracefully through the woods. You couldn’t help it. Meludir was… well, Meludir—always so earnest, so focused, so naïve, with those impossibly sensitive ears. And it was those ears that had caught your attention today. You smirked as you stepped closer, moving silently behind him. Your fingers hovered just above his pointed ear, hesitating for only a moment before you pinched it—just hard enough for him to feel it.
Meludir froze mid-step, a slight gasp escaping his lips as his ear twitched from the sensation. He whipped his head around, his wide eyes locking on you, a blush spreading across his cheeks. You could see him trying to figure out whether to be irritated or amused, but you knew which way it would go. Meludir wasn’t the type to snap at anyone, especially not you. “Did you just—” he started, but you didn’t give him the chance to finish. With a mischievous grin, you leaned in, your fingers tracing down the curve of his ear lightly, teasingly. Meludir’s breath caught, and his posture stiffened as his eyes darted to the ground, fighting to regain control over himself. His elven hearing, so sharp and sensitive, was overwhelmed by the sensation of your fingers brushing against the tender flesh of his ear. It was a feeling that was both discomforting and thrilling, a kind of reaction that he couldn’t easily dismiss.
“Did I just?” you repeated his words back to him with a smirk. Your tone was teasing, full of mischief as you stepped closer, your hand still lightly holding his ear. “I don’t think I heard you complain.” Meludir tried to move away, but his foot caught a root, sending him stumbling a step backward. The movement only brought him closer to you, his body flush against yours for a brief, awkward moment. His breath quickened, a slight fluster crossing his features as he realized how close you were. He had to admit it; his focus was now entirely on you, his senses overwhelmed by the proximity of your touch. “Y-you’re distracting me,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of exasperation and… something else. It was clear now that he didn’t entirely know how to handle this.
“Well, it’s not my fault if you’re too cute to resist,” you teased with a wink, your fingers once again brushing over his ear, this time more deliberately. You knew just how much it affected him, how sensitive that part of his body was, and you couldn’t help but enjoy the subtle shiver that ran down his spine each time you made contact. Meludir’s face flushed even deeper, his pulse racing as he tried to step back, but your hand followed. It was almost cruel how much you enjoyed seeing him so flustered. His normally graceful movements were now clumsy as he tried to retreat, but your fingers were quick, and with one swift pinch to the tip of his ear, you had him right where you wanted him. “Stop… please,” he breathed, his voice a soft plea now. It was clear he was caught between the desire to escape and the strange pull of something deeper—something that made his heart race a little faster whenever you were near.
But of course, that wasn’t enough for you. No, not by a long shot. When Meludir’s pleading eyes met yours, you couldn’t resist. You wanted to see just how far you could push him, how much you could make him react. So, you leaned in close, close enough that your breath tickled his skin, and you whispered, “If you don’t stop being so adorable, I’ll just have to make you notice me.” Without waiting for a response, your hand returned to his ear, this time a little more insistent, a little more mischievous. You let your fingers glide against the sensitive points of his ear, gently pinching and tugging at the soft flesh, just enough to make him gasp. Meludir’s reaction was immediate—a sharp intake of breath as his body went rigid, and you could practically feel the tension radiating off him. The air around you felt charged with energy, a strange blend of frustration and excitement.
“Stop teasing,” he pleaded again, but this time there was a hint of something else in his voice—something deeper, almost… hungry. His eyes flickered between the forest and you, as though trying to maintain his composure, but you could tell he was barely holding on. It was the sensitivity of his hearing, the intimacy of the touch, and the absolute vulnerability of it all. “You’ll get my attention when you earn it,” you whispered, voice dripping with teasing satisfaction. He didn’t like it. You knew that much. But at the same time, you could see the way his body responded—how his breath hitched when you teased him just right. Meludir wasn’t used to this, to someone like you testing his boundaries with such playful intent.
As you continued your game, you could sense the shifting tension in him, the way his ears burned hotter the longer you persisted. His body wanted to pull away, but his heart seemed to pull him closer, torn between discomfort and something deeper—something he wasn’t yet ready to admit, even to himself. When he finally spoke again, his voice was a whisper, as if he were too embarrassed to speak louder. “You’re impossible…” With a smug smile, you pressed a final, soft kiss against the tip of his ear, sending a wave of warmth through him. His body trembled as the playful torment you had started came to an end—for now. He could never say ‘no’ to you, not really. Even though he pretended to be annoyed, you knew the truth: he couldn’t resist you. And you were going to make him beg for your attention every time.
Why did he always let this happen? He had tried to resist, to keep his attention on his duties, but every time you got that look in your eyes, it was impossible to keep his focus. He hated how weak it made him feel, how your simple touch could completely undo him. His ears burned with the memory of your fingers trailing over them—so gentle, so teasing. The way his body responded, betraying him, made him want to disappear into the forest and never return. But no matter how much he tried to hide his reaction, you always knew. You always pushed him further, and the worst part? He couldn’t stay mad at you. Not when you looked at him like that. Not when you knew just how to make him lose control. He sighed, shaking his head, already knowing this wouldn’t be the last time. It never was.
❤️𝓖𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷
The grand hall of Thranduil’s palace was bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles, their flames casting shadows across the intricately carved walls. The night had been long, filled with feasting, laughter, and the delicate clinking of goblets. The guests had retired, but Galion remained, as always, performing his duties as the ever-dutiful butler. He moved gracefully around the banquet table, wiping the last remnants of wine and food with meticulous care, all while enjoying a quiet indulgence of his own. He had poured himself one final glass from a half-empty goblet, savoring the rich taste, the warmth spreading through his chest. His long, elven ears flicked slightly, a small sign of his contentment, though he remained absorbed in his task.
Meanwhile, you, ever the playful brat, watched him from your perch across the room. The wine had dulled your senses just enough to give you a sense of mischief. Galion’s serene, dedicated nature was a source of amusement, and tonight, you felt particularly inclined to tease him. It started as a small game. You crossed the room quietly, each step soft and deliberate. Galion didn’t notice, his focus entirely on the task at hand. You reached out, gently brushing your fingers along the edge of his ear, just enough to send a shiver through the sensitive, pointed tips.
Galion’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, his ears twitching under your touch. He took another sip of his wine, trying to maintain his composure, but the feeling of your fingers brushing his ear—a touch both intimate and teasing—made him pause. Elves were sensitive to such things, and you knew it. You smirked, knowing you had his attention now, but you weren’t done. Galion had always been one for patience, yet you enjoyed pushing him to his limits, seeing how much you could get away with before his calm, composed demeanor cracked. You waited for just a moment, then did it again, this time a little firmer. A subtle pinch.
The soft gasp that escaped his lips was almost imperceptible, but it wasn’t lost on you. His hand trembled briefly as he set the glass down on the table, his brows furrowing slightly. “Must you?” His voice, though low, carried an edge of mild annoyance—a sign that he was losing his usual calm. You didn’t answer immediately, instead choosing to close the distance between the two of you. The glint in your eyes was unmistakable. You leaned in closer, your breath warm against his ear as you whispered, “I think you like it, Galion.”
The elf’s jaw tightened, but his expression remained carefully neutral, despite the tension in his posture. His heightened hearing caught the sound of your breath, the soft teasing in your words that only an elf could truly perceive. He felt the heat rising in his ears, his breath barely escaping his control as you continued to torment him with your proximity. “I do not know what you mean,” Galion replied, though his tone was strained, as if holding on to the very last threads of patience. But you were relentless. This time, you didn’t just touch. You traced the delicate curve of his ear with your fingertips, deliberately pressing in just enough to elicit a faint shudder from the elf. The way his ears twitched, the faint flush across his cheeks, told you that you were walking a fine line. But you weren’t worried.
His hearing was impeccable, and you knew that the sound of your fingers caressing his ear was not lost on him. The sensation, far more intense for him than it would ever be for a mere mortal, sent a ripple of warmth across his skin. He knew he should stop you, tell you to be more respectful, but for some reason, he didn’t. Perhaps it was the wine, the weight of his duties still pressing upon him, or perhaps it was the fact that, despite his many years of service, he had never quite been able to figure out how to deal with you.
Your hand slid down slightly, and before he could react, you pinched the soft, sensitive lobe of his ear. The reaction was immediate—his breath hitched, and his eyes snapped to yours, sharp and full of a strange, restrained fire. You had definitely gotten his attention now, though the flush across his features deepened, his calm demeanor fraying at the edges. “Enough,” he murmured, a warning note creeping into his voice, though he made no move to stop you. It wasn’t that he was allowing it, but something about your playful defiance intrigued him. You leaned back just enough to take in his expression. His usual composure, so meticulously maintained, now seemed slightly undone, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a small sense of triumph. He had always been unflappable, and yet here you were, inching him closer to the edge. “Not until you give me your attention, Galion,” you teased, your voice almost sing-song. Your fingers, still lingering near his ear, now brushed against it again, this time more deliberately.
His breath was steady now, but the flicker of conflict in his gaze told you everything you needed to know. Galion wasn’t one to show weakness, especially not in the presence of others, but his patience was rapidly wearing thin under your persistent teasing. “I do not indulge in such games,” he finally said, his tone firm, though it lacked the usual authority. His voice was quieter, almost resigned, as though he was already giving in to the game you had started. You smiled, pleased with his reaction. “Perhaps not. But I do. And I think you’re starting to enjoy it.”
The way his fingers twitched, just a fraction of an inch, told you that he was conflicted. He was resisting, but the way his body had tensed, the way his heightened senses picked up on your every movement, showed that you had already won. With a final, teasing pinch to the sensitive tip of his ear, you stood up straight, a satisfied grin on your face. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Galion sighed, his posture stiffening once more. The calm, patient elf had returned—at least on the surface. But the flush in his cheeks, the lingering heat in his ears, and the subtle narrowing of his eyes told a different story. You had played your game, and though he had tried to ignore it, you had succeeded in making the timeless elf feel more than he had intended. “You are impossible,” Galion muttered under his breath, but there was a note of reluctant amusement in his voice now. Perhaps, just perhaps, you had won a small victory tonight.
🧡𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓼
It was a quiet evening in Mirkwood, the sounds of the evening breeze rustling through the trees and the soft murmurs of distant wildlife adding to the calming ambiance of the woodland realm. Elros, ever the dutiful and responsible captain of the guard, stood at his post, his sharp eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of danger. His posture was one of perfection, tall and composed, every inch the disciplined warrior he was. His mind was sharp, focused on the task at hand, unwavering from his duty. But, of course, he had never accounted for you. You, a mischievous spirit with a bratty streak, were far from the quiet, composed nature of Mirkwood’s usual inhabitants. You were the type to tease, to provoke, to find amusement in the most unexpected of moments. And Elros, with his finely tuned sensitivity to the world around him, was no stranger to being drawn into your playful mischief.
You hovered near him now, feigning innocence, but he could feel your presence like a warm breath at his side. His posture remained unchanged, though the subtle shift in his awareness—your mischievous intent—was something he could never ignore. “You seem… distracted,” you purred, your voice soft but laced with a teasing edge. Elros glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his expression guarded, his lips forming a faint line. He didn’t need to ask you what you were up to; he could feel it in the air—the tension of anticipation that always accompanied your playful torment. “Not at all,” he replied coolly, his voice low and composed, but the slight tension in his shoulders betrayed the flicker of uncertainty that ran through him when you were near.
With a smirk, you sidled closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. Elros’ finely tuned senses might have heard you coming, but he couldn’t have prepared for the suddenness of what you did next. A quick pinch to the delicate tip of his ear, just enough to make him flinch, but not enough to break his stoic demeanor. His breath caught, the shock of the sensation causing his usual cool exterior to waver for a brief moment. His ear—so sensitive—burned with the unexpected touch. His heart rate increased, though he tried not to show it. But of course, you were watching closely, and the subtle change in his expression didn’t escape your notice.
“Do you enjoy that, Elros?” you whispered, your breath close to his ear now, voice dipping low as if the question were some sort of intimate challenge. “Because I know you feel it.” Elros’ jaw clenched, and he took a slow, deliberate breath. His instinct was to reprimand you, to remind you of the importance of his position and the propriety required in the Woodland Realm, but all of that was drowned in the sharp, immediate awareness of your playful, tormenting touch. His ear was still tingling from your pinch, his heightened senses caught between irritation and… something else.
His ear twitched involuntarily when you placed your fingers again—just a little too casually—against the sensitive point. This time, it was a longer, lingering touch, as if you were savoring the reaction you’d elicited. He resisted the urge to pull away, though his body betrayed him slightly, shifting slightly under your attentions. “I have duties to attend to,” Elros said, his voice rougher than he intended, the calm façade he always wore slipping just a bit. He didn’t want to indulge you—didn’t want to allow you to have that power over him—but you, with your persistent teasing, always found ways to undermine his control. But you weren’t done. Not by a long shot.
You stepped closer again, your fingers brushing the back of his ear this time, just light enough to send a wave of sensation rushing through him. His ear twitched, an involuntary reflex that made it clear you were winning. Elros’ body betrayed him more with every move you made, but his mind fought to keep the situation under control. A playful chuckle escaped you when Elros’ shoulders stiffened, and his hands tightened into fists at his sides. He still hadn’t spoken, still hadn’t rebuked you outright, and you could sense his reluctance to be pulled into this. It was this careful balance, though—this dynamic between you—that made it all the more fun.
But now, you wanted more. You needed to see just how much you could push him. “Elros,” you purred again, voice dripping with honeyed sweetness. “Are you going to ignore me again?” You were right—he had been trying, desperately trying, to keep his focus on his surroundings. But you knew him well enough to know that when you touched him, especially in such a tender, forbidden way, all his training, all his self-control, slipped through his fingers. And when you could feel his breath hitch, feel the flutter of his heartbeat change pace—then you knew you were winning.
That’s when you took it a step further. Your fingers, without warning, traced the curve of his ear. The sensation was so sharp, so immediate, that Elros froze. His breath caught, his senses overwhelmed by the strange combination of discomfort and something else—a subtle pleasure, something he would never admit, not even to himself. His eyes flickered shut for just a moment, and for the briefest of seconds, he allowed himself to lean into the sensation before quickly straightening again. “You’re… testing me,” he muttered, his voice strained with a barely contained mix of frustration and something more private. The elf’s pride was stubborn, but you knew exactly how to push him, to make him lose himself to the teasing.
“I like testing you,” you said softly, almost tenderly, fingers now resting just at the top of his ear, hovering dangerously close. “I think you enjoy it too.” Elros didn’t answer immediately, and for a moment, it seemed as though he would break his usual stoic composure entirely. He could feel the heat rising in his ears, the vulnerable spot of his elven physiology both a curse and a gift. He could hear your breath near him, the sound too sharp, too distracting. When you finally made a move, a gentle pinch to his ear this time—he couldn’t hold back the slight hiss of surprise. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword instinctively, and for a brief second, he felt as though he might snap.
But then, he let out a breath, slow and deliberate, and when he opened his eyes, they were softer than they’d been before. “Enough,” he said, though his tone had softened. “You know what you’re doing.” And just as he said that, you grinned, stepping back from him, your eyes dancing with victorious mischief. “Do I?” you teased, fully aware that despite his attempts to remain composed, you had thoroughly managed to unsettle the usually unshakable Elros. There was a quiet, dangerous silence that followed. But it was only a matter of time before the next round of your teasing would begin. And Elros? He would be ready.
Elves how would they react to their human s/o being so…human with their ‘odd quirks’ by elven standards
how would the elves react to this?
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Feren, Meludir, Galion, Elros versions are below.
🤎𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷
Feren, would react to the human quirks
Friendship bracelets
➷ Feren would blink in surprise when you hand him the friendship bracelet, his expression one of gentle curiosity. “Oh, that was very ni—” he begins, but before he can finish, you playfully handcuff the two of you together with metal cuffs, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
➷ His breath catches in surprise, and his cheeks flush a deep shade of red. His long fingers touch the metal lightly, feeling the weight of the cuffs that bind you to him. His heart races slightly—he’s never been in a situation like this, and his first instinct is to withdraw, but he finds himself frozen, unsure of how to react. “You… you want us to stay like this?” he asks, his voice soft, a mix of surprise and mild embarrassment. His gaze darts nervously from your face to the cuff, his mind racing with the realization that he can’t escape. You can’t either.
➷ Despite his nervousness, a small, unsure smile tugs at his lips. His protective nature kicks in, realizing that he’s now in a situation where he must take care of you—though the closeness feels overwhelming. “I suppose… this will make it harder for you to leave my side,” he says, his voice quiet, yet filled with a shy warmth. The idea of being so closely tethered to you makes him both nervous and content, though he’d never admit it outright.
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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”
➷ Feren watches with a gentle smile as you eagerly take a bite of the food he warned you about, the heat still clearly radiating from it. He had said, “This is too hot,” his voice calm and protective, but you didn’t heed his caution.
➷ When you immediately wince and put a hand to your mouth, Feren’s expression shifts to one of concern. His eyes widen, and his lips part in a soft, almost inaudible gasp. “Did you burn your tongue?” he asks, his voice laced with both worry and a trace of amusement at your impulsive nature.
➷ He’s quick to reach for a nearby cup of water, offering it to you with a careful, measured motion. “Here, drink this,” he says, his voice softer now, his usual serious demeanor replaced with tenderness. He can’t help but smile a little at your human stubbornness, even though he feels a mix of frustration and endearment. Elves, with their perfect senses, rarely make such mistakes, and watching you endure the burn is both a learning moment and a reminder of your difference from him.
➷ His fingers hover near your cheek, wanting to comfort you but unsure how to do so. “You should be more careful next time,” he says, his voice warm and understanding, though his eyes are filled with a hint of worry. He doesn’t want to scold you, only to protect you from unnecessary pain.
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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).
➷ Feren sits across from you, watching with a gentle smile as you laugh at something, your amusement filling the air. But then, as your laughter grows louder, something unexpected happens. A sudden hiccup escapes you, followed by a soft snort. Feren freezes for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. He’s never heard anything like it before, the sound startling him.
➷ His initial reaction is a mix of confusion and fascination. He watches as you try to regain control, but each time you try to stifle your laugh, another hiccup bursts out, followed by another snort. The noise, while odd by Elven standards, has an undeniable charm to it. Feren blinks, his usual calm demeanor shifting as he realizes you’re laughing even harder now, clearly unable to stop.
➷ A small chuckle escapes him, though it’s soft and slightly nervous. He shifts uncomfortably, unsure whether to laugh along or maintain his composure. Slowly, a smile tugs at his lips, and he finds himself letting out a quiet laugh, a sound that surprises even him. “Y/n, are you… are you quite all right?” he asks, trying to hold back the warmth spreading across his face. The snorting is so unlike anything he’s heard from the dignified elves of Mirkwood, and it endears you to him all the more.
➷ His hand instinctively reaches for yours, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles as he watches you with affection. “You are truly… unique,” he says with a smile, his voice soft and filled with both amusement and admiration. In that moment, Feren realizes that your quirks, your human imperfections, are what make you even more captivating to him. He doesn’t mind them in the slightest.
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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.
➷ Feren stands in the hallway, watching you walk into the room with purpose, or so he thinks. But then, you stop, standing still for a moment with a confused expression, your eyes scanning the room as if searching for something. After a moment, you let out a small sigh and shake your head, muttering to yourself, “Why did I come in here again?”
➷ Feren’s brow furrows slightly in concern, though his lips curl into a small, affectionate smile at your absent-mindedness. It’s such a human thing, so different from the sharp, focused precision of elves. He watches you for a few more seconds, his chest tightening with a mixture of tenderness and amusement.
➷ “Did you forget?” he asks softly, his voice a quiet murmur as he steps closer, his long legs carrying him silently toward you. He tilts his head slightly, his golden eyes glimmering with a mixture of curiosity and affection as he studies your face. He’s learned that this is simply part of your nature, a small quirk he’s grown fond of.
➷ “You walked in here for something, didn’t you?” His tone is warm, almost teasing, though there’s a genuine concern behind it. He reaches out, gently touching your arm with his fingertips, his touch soft and reassuring.
➷ “I think you were looking for something,” he says, voice calming and patient. His eyes search your face, hoping to catch a hint of what you were thinking. He might even chuckle softly to himself at how easily you get lost in your own thoughts, finding it both endearing and slightly perplexing. “Should I help you?”
➷ If you give him a smile or laugh it off, he might nod, still not fully understanding but willing to help. “It’s no trouble at all. I’ll stay with you until you remember,” he says gently, feeling a sense of warmth spread through him. He realizes that these little moments, these human quirks, are what make you you. And in a strange, protective way, he wouldn’t want you any other way.
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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side”before settling in.
➷ Feren watches you from the edge of the bed, his long, graceful frame leaning against the headboard as you fuss with the pillows. He’s never seen anything quite like it. With a small huff of determination, you flip the pillow to the “cool side,” your movements quick and deliberate, as if this is some sort of nightly ritual.
➷ His brows furrow slightly in confusion, his golden eyes following your every move. Elves, as long-lived as they are, have never had the need for such a thing; they find comfort in stillness and the quiet of their surroundings. But you, a human, seem so content with the small action. He watches as you settle back into the pillow with a content sigh, finally resting your head, and for a moment, he’s speechless.
➷ After a moment of quiet observation, he speaks, his voice soft but tinged with curiosity. “Why do you do that?” he asks, his tone gentle, not at all judgmental, just genuinely interested in understanding this strange but endearing habit. “Is the warmth… uncomfortable?”
➷ He shifts slightly, his hands resting at his sides as he waits for your response, still fascinated by the small ritual. The idea of a pillow’s “cool side” is so foreign to him—he’d never thought of the sensation of warmth as something to avoid, not like humans do.
➷ As you explain, Feren listens intently, his eyes softening as he takes in your reasoning. It’s such a simple thing, but to him, it’s another small piece of the puzzle that makes you who you are, human in all your delightful quirks. He smiles a little, his hand reaching to adjust the blankets, making sure you’re comfortable, though he has no true understanding of why you find such a small detail so important.
➷ He might even be intrigued enough to try it himself, flipping his own pillow with a small, thoughtful look on his face. He doesn’t expect to find much difference, but the act of sharing such an odd, human thing with you feels… intimate. “It’s strange,” he admits softly, “but if it helps you sleep, I suppose it’s worth it.” He settles beside you, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he watches you with a smile. In his own way, he’s learning to love every tiny difference between your world and his.
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❤️𝓖𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷
Galion, would react to the human quirks
Friendship bracelets
𖦹 Galion would raise an eyebrow, glancing down at the metal cuffs now binding you to him. His face would remain composed, but a subtle amusement would flicker in his eyes as he took in the sight. The Wood-elf butler was no stranger to oddities—after all, he had served in Mirkwood long enough to have seen his share of strange moments—but this? This was certainly a new one.
𖦹 “Ah… how thoughtful of you,” he would say with a slow, measured tone, though his lips twitched into the faintest of smiles. He would gently tug at the cuffs, testing their durability, though not so forcefully as to suggest any real frustration. His posture remained relaxed, as always, even with this peculiar situation. “I see you’ve found a rather… creative way to cement our bond, but I must admit, I’m not entirely certain this was what I envisioned when I heard ‘friendship bracelet’.”
𖦹 His voice, though amused, would carry an undertone of diplomacy. As a butler accustomed to handling delicate situations, Galion would give you a gentle, yet pointed, look. “Not quite the elegance of Mirkwood’s customs, but I suppose it’s… charming in its own way.”
𖦹 Though inwardly perplexed by the practicality of it, Galion would respect the gesture, knowing that humans were often driven by different impulses. He’d settle with a sigh, taking a seat as if this minor inconvenience were nothing at all. “Well, it appears we’re to be inseparable for the time being, my friend,” he’d say wryly, casting an amused glance your way. Despite the strange turn of events, his patience would remain unwavering, making it clear that even in the face of human eccentricity, Galion’s loyalty and calm demeanor would never waver.
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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”
𖦹 Galion would watch you take the bite, his keen eyes noticing the slight wince that flickered across your face as the heat of the food caught you off guard. He’d pause for a moment, his expression softening slightly, though there was no judgment in his gaze—just a quiet, amused understanding. As an elf who had lived for centuries, he was no stranger to watching humans struggle with their own peculiarities. He might have even been a little pleased that you were so thoroughly engaged with the meal, despite its obvious burn.
𖦹 “You did warn yourself,” he’d remark with a calm, almost teasing tone, his lips curving into a slight smile as he gently reached for a cloth to help ease the discomfort. He’d offer you a glass of water, his movements precise and composed. “It’s rare for the flames of Mirkwood’s kitchens to be so easily tamed.” His voice would be both soothing and lightly playful, though with the respect one gives to a dear companion who has simply miscalculated.
𖦹 Galion would remain ever the gracious butler, not pushing the matter further but observing you with a quiet kindness. His deep knowledge of the kitchen would tell him that the meal, while hot, was perfectly prepared—it was simply that you had underestimated the heat, something all too common with humans. He wouldn’t criticize, but he’d make a mental note to tone down the spice next time.
𖦹 “You’ve lived and learned,” Galion would say, his smile broadening, “a lesson most of us learn sooner or later.” His tone would remain gentle, not wanting to make you feel foolish, only to remind you that even elves, in their long lives, occasionally misstep, too. With a soft chuckle, he’d go back to attending to his other duties, ever patient and understanding.
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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).
𖦹 Galion would observe you with a bemused, almost curious expression as your laughter grew increasingly uncontrollable, each hiccup and snort slipping out louder than the last. The composed Wood-elf butler, who had spent centuries in the refined courts of Mirkwood, was well-acquainted with grace, dignity, and restraint, all of which your current display seemed to lack.
𖦹 For a moment, he would remain silent, watching you with a soft tilt of his head, his lips barely twitching as he tried to suppress his own amusement. A slight chuckle would escape him despite his best efforts, his usually composed demeanor slipping for a brief instant. “Well,” he would say with a touch of dry humor, his voice tinged with fondness, “that is certainly a unique sound.”
𖦹 Galion, ever the gentleman, would not make you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed, but instead, he would take a step closer with an air of calm assurance. He might smooth his tunic with one hand, the other reaching for a glass of water. “Such enthusiasm for joy… I don’t think I’ve ever quite heard such a… vocal display of it,” he’d remark lightly, offering you the water in an attempt to help settle your breathing.
𖦹 He’d watch you for a moment, his eyes softening in gentle amusement. “It’s rare to see someone so… thoroughly alive in their laughter,” he’d say, his tone uncharacteristically warm as he allowed the moment to pass. Galion’s own laughter, much more controlled, would never break through to the chaotic, free-spirited bursts that came so naturally to you. Still, he found something endearing about it, even if it was far from the dignified composure of Elvenkind.
𖦹 “Perhaps next time, a quieter laugh would suffice,” he might suggest playfully, his voice laced with affectionate teasing. But there would be no malice in his words. Galion was far too diplomatic for that. He’d simply be amused by the stark contrast between your joyous, untamed laughter and the composed, measured ways of his people. For a moment, he might just shake his head in mild wonder, inwardly appreciating the beautiful chaos of human nature.
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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.
𖦹 Galion would watch you with a quiet, knowing look as you stood in the doorway, a puzzled expression creeping over your face. He had seen this before, of course—elves, with their long lives and sharp minds, were often quick to notice such fleeting lapses in memory. Humans, he’d learned, were not so immune to forgetfulness. But still, there was something almost endearing about how you seemed so momentarily lost in your own thoughts.
𖦹 With a soft sigh, Galion would straighten from his duties, casting a knowing glance in your direction. “It seems your mind has wandered, again,” he would say in his calm, measured tone. Though there would be no hint of judgment, his words would carry a gentle amusement, more out of affectionate understanding than anything else. It was rare for him to express any sort of impatience, especially not with someone who had become so dear to him.
𖦹 After a moment, Galion would approach, his graceful steps quiet on the stone floor. He’d give a slight bow of his head, almost like a silent acknowledgment of the small human imperfection. “I take it there was something important you sought in this room?” he’d ask, his voice light and patient as he guided you back toward your original path.
𖦹 There would be no rush in his movements, only a calm reassurance, as if he had all the time in the world. “You are human, after all,” he would add with a small, teasing smile, though it was clear from his tone that he understood this behavior was not a fault but a quirk of your nature. “Sometimes the mind flits like a butterfly, lost between thoughts and tasks.”
𖦹 If you were still perplexed, Galion would simply stand by you, offering his quiet support until the memory returned. His presence would be calming, never making you feel hurried or foolish. His words, though gentle, would always carry a sense of loyalty and understanding, and perhaps a small, fond smile would play at the corners of his lips.
𖦹 “Well,” he would say after a moment’s pause, “if you recall it, I’m sure it will be quite important. And if not, we’ll find it together.” His tone would be reassuring and patient, the warmth of his understanding in stark contrast to the more urgent, flustered nature that humans often displayed in such moments. To Galion, this simple forgetfulness was nothing more than a fleeting moment, and one that, in the grand scope of time, mattered little. What mattered was that you were there, and that you were not alone.
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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.
𖦹 Galion would watch with a quiet, amused expression as you flipped the pillow to the “cool side,” an action so deeply human it almost seemed like a ritual. The simple, yet comforting motion would catch his eye, and he’d pause for a moment, observing the subtle care you took in ensuring your rest was as perfect as possible.
𖦹 His brows would furrow ever so slightly, the faintest hint of curiosity in his gaze. For a moment, he would consider the nature of it, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he thought of how different this was from the elves of Mirkwood. Elves, after all, required little in the way of comfort to sleep. They could rest anywhere, on the hard ground or beneath the stars, and still arise as refreshed as the morning sun. But you, with your human need for the simplest comforts—like a cool pillow—had a certain charm about it.
𖦹 “Well now,” he would say softly, his voice as calm and measured as always, though there was an affectionate edge to his words, “I suppose the rest of us must wait for your comfort before we can settle, hm?” His tone would not be mocking but rather playful, a gentle acknowledgment of the little ritual that made you human. Galion might even shift slightly, as though to give you more space, though his eyes would twinkle with amusement at the sight of your determination to find the “cool side.”
𖦹 He would then settle beside you, ever patient and unhurried, as though waiting for the next small, peculiar habit of yours to unfold. “I suppose,” he would continue, “it is a habit we all develop in time, seeking comfort in small things.” With a soft sigh, Galion would make a mental note to perhaps acquire a pillow of his own with such a cooling property, though he’d never admit it aloud. He wouldn’t call attention to it any more than necessary, but his expression would soften further, appreciating the small quirk as part of the intricate and human way you lived.
𖦹 “There,” he’d say at last, his voice warm with fondness, “now we are both ready, I hope.” And despite his usual elegance, a tiny flicker of affection would shine in his eyes as he adjusted his own position, prepared for the simplicity of the moment to pass into the quiet rest that both of you would soon enjoy. Galion, being a creature of patience and grace, would be content simply to be there beside you, whether or not your pillow was perfectly cool.
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💛𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓻
Meludir, would react to the human quirks
Friendship bracelets
𑁍 Meludir would blink in surprise as you pull out the handcuffs, his face flushing a deep shade of red. At first, he’d be utterly confused, unsure of what you meant by it, as his thoughts flit between trying to understand the gesture and the overwhelming, sudden proximity. “Uh… what is this?” he might ask, his voice a little shaky, but there’s a lightness in it, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.
𑁍 As the cuffs click into place, connecting you both, his heart races a little, unsure whether to laugh or panic. His hand, still trembling slightly from the unexpectedness of the moment, would move to the cuff, inspecting it with a mixture of fascination and wariness. “I… I didn’t think that’s what you meant by friendship,” he’d stammer, a nervous chuckle escaping him as he looks up at you, his cheeks still a bit flushed.
𑁍 Then, his usual shyness starts to kick in. He shifts awkwardly, glancing at you and then looking down, clearly a bit embarrassed by the close connection. “Well, this… this is different,” he mutters, not sure whether he should be uncomfortable or amused. Despite his awkwardness, his mind begins to wander toward the odd, playful nature of the gesture, and his lips curl into a shy smile.
𑁍 “Should we… try to walk like this?” Meludir asks hesitantly, his eyes flicking between you and the cuff. He tries to suppress a small giggle, clearly not used to this type of playfulness, but secretly enjoying the challenge. “I hope you don’t mind… but it’s going to be hard to get anything done like this, I think.”
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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”
𑁍 When you burn your tongue despite warning about the food’s heat, Meludir’s reaction is a mix of concern and gentle teasing. At first, he notices the discomfort in your face and the quick movement to try and cool your mouth. His brow furrows, and his normally calm demeanor shifts to one of worry. “You really shouldn’t have eaten it if it was too hot,” he says softly, his voice tinged with concern, but there’s a slight quiver of embarrassment in it too, as if he regrets not warning you sooner. His hands twitch as though he might reach out to help, but he hesitates, unsure of the best way to assist.
𑁍 Seeing you wince, he starts to mutter under his breath, “Are you alright?” as he shifts awkwardly, his eyes not meeting yours in his discomfort. His usual quietness betrays a sudden rush of empathy. He might instinctively offer you a cup of water, his movements a little more frantic than usual as he tries to think of what to do to ease your pain.
𑁍 Then, noticing your playful attempt to power through it, he gives a small smile, though it’s more out of relief that you’re not too hurt than amusement. “Next time, I’ll remind you to wait,” he says with a soft chuckle, his voice gentle, but there’s a noticeable warmth in his tone. Despite the awkwardness, his care for you is evident. Meludir’s quick to offer some sort of remedy, maybe even asking one of the nearby elves if there’s anything that can soothe your tongue. His nature makes him want to fix things, especially when it comes to you.
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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).
𑁍 When you start laughing so hard that you hiccup or snort like some kind of animal, Meludir is initially startled, his wide eyes flicking to you in surprise. He’s not used to such loud, unrestrained expressions of joy, especially not the odd, pig-like snorts. For a moment, he freezes, unsure of what’s happening, his sensitive ears trying to process the strange sound. His face flushes deeply, a mix of embarrassment for you and bewilderment at the noise. “W-What was that?” he asks, his voice coming out quieter than usual, his brows knitted in concern.
𑁍 But as your laughter continues, his initial shock fades, replaced by a soft, involuntary chuckle of his own. He watches you with a kind of hesitant amusement, his hands fidgeting nervously as he tries to suppress his growing smile. Meludir is no stranger to oddities, but your unrestrained joy makes him feel both slightly out of place and oddly comforted. There’s something endearing about your lack of inhibition, something that makes him smile in spite of himself.
𑁍 As your laughter starts to hiccup again, he can’t help but laugh along, albeit a bit shyly. “I didn’t think you could make such sounds,” he says, his voice quieter but warm with affection. “I didn’t expect that at all.” He’d probably reach out a hand, not knowing whether to comfort you or simply join in the amusement. There’s a playful twinkle in his eyes now, a gentle teasing in his tone as he adds, “Are you sure you’re not part pig?”
𑁍 His shyness prevents him from fully understanding how to respond, but he finds the sound of your joy so infectious that he starts giggling with you, his laugh soft but genuine. Meludir might even try to make you laugh harder by mimicking the snorts or hiccups himself, his attempts awkward but filled with a tender sort of camaraderie. Despite his reserved nature, he can’t resist being caught up in the warmth and silliness of the moment, relishing the simple connection between you.
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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.
𑁍 When you forget why you walked into a room, Meludir watches with a mix of curiosity and concern. He notices the sudden confusion on your face and the way you pause, looking around as if expecting the answer to come to you. His natural instinct to help kicks in immediately, though he’s not entirely sure what to do. “Did you need something?” he asks softly, his voice gentle and filled with quiet concern, his eyes flicking between you and the surroundings. His delicate features show a hint of worry, as he’s not accustomed to seeing someone so flustered.
𑁍 He stands still for a moment, trying to understand what’s happening. The confusion in your expression pulls at his heart, making him instinctively want to fix it, to make sure you’re okay. Meludir, though shy, is a deeply caring person, so he would likely move closer to you, hoping to offer some comfort without being overbearing. “Maybe you should sit for a moment,” he suggests, his hand hovering near your elbow, though he doesn’t want to crowd you.
𑁍 He might gently prod further, trying to help you recall the reason for entering the room. “You were looking for something…?” he asks, his tone thoughtful and soft, as if the answer might come to him too. His eyes would soften as he watches you, genuinely wanting to assist but unsure if he should press you further. His quiet nature would keep him from being too forward, but the longer the pause stretches, the more likely he is to look at you with concern.
𑁍 Eventually, he’d probably chuckle softly, trying to ease the tension between you. “Maybe it will come back to you if we wait a little while,” he says with a gentle smile, his eyes sparkling with a hint of playfulness, though it’s clear he’s more concerned than amused. When the moment finally passes and you remember, he’d offer you a smile of relief, albeit one tinged with quiet embarrassment, as if to say, “I knew you’d remember.”
𑁍 Meludir would likely tease you lightly about it afterward, but with no malice—just a quiet, gentle kind of affection. He’d be the type to forget small things himself, so he’d likely find it endearing, though he wouldn’t admit it right away.
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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.
𑁍 When you flip the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in, Meludir watches with a mix of curiosity and slight confusion. He’s not used to this particular habit, having lived so long in the serene but steady rhythms of Elven life, where comfort often comes in more subtle forms. He observes you carefully, his eyes following the motion as your fingers smoothly flip the pillow, a small frown furrowing his brow. “Is… it always cooler on that side?” he asks, his voice laced with genuine intrigue, though his tone is hesitant. The concept of flipping a pillow simply to find comfort is a little foreign to him.
𑁍 His own pillow would likely remain untouched, as he’s never had the need for such a ritual, but the more he watches you, the more fascinated he becomes by the little things that make you feel at ease. He tilts his head slightly, his long ears twitching as if trying to understand the process. “I don’t think we do that,” he adds quietly, with a small smile, clearly both entertained and slightly puzzled by the simple act. His natural shyness and reserved nature make him hesitant to do the same, but he might feel the urge to ask if he should try it, out of curiosity.
𑁍 As you settle into bed, he might pause for a moment, still processing the little act of flipping the pillow. The softest smile would tug at the corners of his lips as he thinks, “It’s a small thing, but it seems important to you.” Meludir’s natural inclination is to notice details, especially those that make you happy or bring you comfort. Though he might not fully understand the logic behind it, he’d likely start to appreciate this small, human quirk, finding comfort in the way you ease into sleep with such simple, tender routines.
𑁍 He might even joke gently as he adjusts his own pillow, “If it makes you more comfortable, perhaps I should try it next time.” The words would be said in a teasing, but affectionate tone, a way for him to show he cares about your little habits.
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🧡𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓼
Elros, would react to the human quirks
Friendship bracelets
ꄗ Elros watches you with a raised eyebrow as you proudly present the friendship bracelets. His first instinct is one of appreciation for the gesture, and he offers a warm smile, though his elven restraint holds back any overly enthusiastic display. “How thoughtful,” he says, though his voice carries an air of quiet amusement. However, the moment you suggest using handcuffs, Elros’s expression shifts to one of mild confusion.
ꄗ As the metal cuffs click around your wrists, he stands still for a moment, processing the situation. His elven sense of order is briefly rattled by the sudden physical connection. “Are you certain this is the method of ‘bonding’ you seek?” he asks, his voice a mixture of curiosity and bemusement. He feels the cool metal against his own skin, momentarily contemplating the consequences of being physically tethered to a human, especially one as unpredictable as you.
ꄗ Despite the initial shock, Elros’s easygoing nature soon takes over. A smirk tugs at his lips. “Well, this certainly makes things interesting,” he admits, though his tone is not harsh, but rather amused. “I suppose we shall remain close, whether by choice or not.” There’s a hint of playfulness in his eyes, his fingers subtly adjusting the cuffs as if testing their strength. Though puzzled, Elros is not one to judge overly quickly, and instead, he regards this new bond with a wry acceptance, preparing himself for whatever unpredictable turn the day might take next.
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You Burning their tongue on food even though they just said, “This is too hot.”
ꄗ Elros watches you with a raised brow, a quiet sense of concern flickering behind his usually composed expression. When you burn your tongue on the food, despite his warning, he exhales sharply, shaking his head with a mix of disbelief and amusement. His keen elven eyes never miss a detail, so he saw the hesitation before you took the bite. “I did warn you,” he says with a hint of a smile, his voice calm, but the warmth in it betrays his soft spot for you.
ꄗ He places a hand on your back, his touch gentle but firm as he leans in slightly, his tone now a little more serious. “You must be more careful. It is not the first time I have told you the food was too hot.” His words are not harsh, but there’s a sense of duty to them, as though he feels responsible for your well-being, even in moments like this.
ꄗ Elros isn’t quick to scold, and instead, he gestures toward the drink he’d set aside, offering it with a slightly teasing smile. “Here, this should help cool your mouth. And next time—perhaps listen a bit closer?” He doesn’t linger on the mistake but continues to watch over you, his protective instincts kicking in. Despite his disciplined nature, Elros has a soft spot for those he cares for, and he would rather help than reprimand, even when it’s clear you’ve ignored his advice.
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You Laughing so hard you start hiccupping or snorting as if some sort of animal (pig) or dying animal).
ꄗ Elros pauses mid-conversation as your laughter suddenly erupts into loud hiccups and snorts, the unexpected sounds catching him completely off guard. His sharp elven ears pick up every noise, and for a moment, he simply blinks in surprise. There’s a brief flicker of confusion in his eyes, as if trying to comprehend what just happened. He’s used to elven laughter—graceful, melodious—but this? This is something entirely new, something wonderfully human.
ꄗ As you continue to snort like a pig or perhaps a dying animal, Elros can’t help but chuckle softly, a rare, deep rumble that escapes his usual composed demeanor. His lips curl into a fond, amused smile. “By the stars, you sound…” he trails off, still slightly stunned by the absurdity of it, yet his tone is affectionate, even playful. “I did not realize humans could make such noises.”
ꄗ After a moment’s pause, he finds himself unable to suppress his amusement. His serious, disciplined persona seems to slip as he watches you with an entertained gaze, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth. “I think I may prefer this kind of laughter to the quiet elven chuckle,” he muses, his voice a little lighter than usual.
ꄗ Still, there’s a protective streak in him as he notices you becoming a bit self-conscious. He reaches out, lightly resting a hand on your shoulder in reassurance. “Do not worry. If this is how humans laugh, then it is a beautiful thing,” he says, his voice warm and sincere. The laughter may have startled him, but it’s also made him appreciate the uniqueness of your nature, and, in some way, he finds it endearing. “Perhaps next time, just… try to keep the snorting to a minimum,” he teases with a wry grin, his tone gentle yet full of affection.
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You Forgetting why you walked into a room.
ꄗ Elros stands by the door, his sharp eyes noticing the puzzled expression on your face as you enter the room, only to stop and look around, clearly unsure of why you came in. He watches, his brow furrowing slightly in concern. There’s a flicker of amusement, but also a sense of mild confusion, as this is something foreign to him. He has never known an elf to forget their purpose so quickly, and yet here you are, displaying this very human trait.
ꄗ After a moment, he steps closer, his voice calm and gentle as he addresses you. “Did you forget why you entered?” His tone is not mocking but instead full of curiosity, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, though he doesn’t fully hide his surprise. He watches your expression carefully, waiting for you to gather your thoughts.
ꄗ When you admit the truth, Elros chuckles softly, his deep voice rich with warmth. “Humans truly are different,” he murmurs, half to himself, before returning his gaze to you with an amused but understanding look. Though his disciplined nature might lean toward thinking logically, he’s learned to accept that not everything in life can be perfectly ordered. He offers a small but reassuring smile, a rare softness in his usually composed demeanor.
ꄗ “It happens to the best of us,” he add, reaching out a hand to gently place on your shoulder, as though offering support. “Perhaps you were distracted by something else.” His eyes twinkle with a mixture of affection and bemusement, his voice lightly teasing. “Shall we try to remember together?” Elros, though an elf of great poise and attention, recognizes the charm in human forgetfulness, and in that moment, he’s not bothered by it. Instead, he is content to share in the slight mystery of it all.
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You Flipping the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in.
ꄗ Elros watches you with quiet curiosity as you flip the pillow to the “cool side” before settling in, your actions smooth and deliberate. For a moment, he stands still, observing with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. Elves, after all, are creatures of grace and poise, often indifferent to such small comforts. The thought of flipping a pillow is foreign to him—such matters of comfort are not something he’s accustomed to focusing on.
ꄗ He tilts his head slightly, as if trying to understand the purpose behind the action. His expression is one of mild puzzlement, but there’s no judgment—only a soft, curious fascination. “Is it truly so uncomfortable on the other side?” he asks, his voice quiet and thoughtful, his gaze studying your every move. His tone isn’t mocking, but rather inquisitive, as though he’s learning something new about the human way of life.
ꄗ Elros stands a little taller, still trying to process this oddity, before he finally allows himself a smile. “I have never thought to do such a thing,” he admits, his voice a touch lighter, his amusement growing as he watches you settle in, clearly content with the pillow’s cool side. “Do humans truly require this level of comfort?” He pauses, his thoughtful expression softening as he realizes that perhaps, in this small act, there is a subtle kind of wisdom.
ꄗ “Perhaps there is more to comfort than I’ve known,” he murmurs, settling beside you with a gentle laugh. He would never have thought to flip his own pillow, but in this moment, he can’t help but find something endearing in your little habit. Despite the difference in their worlds, Elros feels a deep sense of connection to you—a shared moment that feels intimate, even in something as simple as flipping a pillow to the cool side.
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Elves how would they react to their human s/o being so…human with their ‘odd quirks’ by elven standards
how would the elves react to this?
Elves how would they react to their human s/o being so…human with their ‘odd quirks’ by elven standards
how would the elves react to this?
Elves how would they react to their human s/o being so…human with their ‘odd quirks’ by elven standards
how would the elves react to this?
Elves how would they react to their human s/o being so…human with their ‘odd quirks’ by elven standards
how would the elves react to this?
Feren, Meludir, Galion Elros Versions are below. At the bottom of this post, I’ll leave link below to the others.
🤎𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷
Yandere/Dark Elf feren x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons
➷ In a darker, yandere version of Feren, his love for you, the female fairy, becomes dangerously obsessive. While he may have once been the shy, sweet, and romantic elf you knew, his feelings grow twisted and possessive, turning his protective instincts into an overwhelming need to control your every move.
➷ The moment he first laid eyes on you, Feren was captivated by your beauty and grace. Your fairy wings, delicate and shimmering, seemed to glow in the moonlight, making you seem almost ethereal, like a creature out of his most cherished dreams. But this admiration quickly grew into something darker, a deep, consuming obsession that made him unable to imagine a world without you in it.
➷ He begins to watch you from the shadows, memorizing your habits, the way you speak, how your laughter sounds, and even the smallest flicker of emotion that passes across your face. At first, this might seem like harmless admiration, but as time passes, it becomes more suffocating.
➷ Feren starts to control your life in subtle ways. If you walk through the gardens, he’s there, watching from afar, ensuring that no other elf dares approach you. He claims it’s because he needs to protect you, but to him, everyone else is a threat. He cannot bear the thought of anyone else stealing your attention or affection, no matter how innocent their intentions may be.
➷ His affection toward you begins to border on obsession. Feren speaks of your love as though it is his only reason for living. Every touch, every kiss, is more than a gesture of affection—it’s a claim. He will kiss you gently, almost reverently, as if marking you as his own, but with a possessiveness that only intensifies with every passing moment.
➷ Feren’s protectiveness reaches new extremes. If he feels that someone or something is even remotely a danger to you, his response is swift and ruthless. He would confront the threat with a calm, cold demeanor, using his rank and influence as one of Thranduil’s chief lieutenants to remove anyone who dares to come too close. His words are sharp, his demeanor icy, as he protects you from the world that he now sees as a constant danger.
➷ His need to control every aspect of your life grows over time. If you make a decision that doesn’t involve him, he feels betrayed. He convinces himself that everything he does is for your safety, for your love. Your freedom becomes something he slowly erodes, all in the name of his twisted form of care.
➷ Feren’s affection becomes all-consuming. He no longer allows you to make decisions on your own. Everything you do, every step you take, must involve him. You’re never allowed out of his sight, and when he’s not near you, his mind races with worries—who else could be near you? Who else might try to claim you?
➷ The darker side of Feren reveals itself in moments of jealousy and fear. If another elf dares to speak to you, or if you spend too much time with anyone else, Feren’s demeanor shifts. His calm exterior cracks, revealing a cold, calculating side of him that is determined to keep you to himself, no matter the cost. He would never physically harm you, but he may subtly manipulate situations to isolate you further, making you believe that the only place you’re safe is with him.
➷ Feren’s words to you become more intense and possessive. He speaks to you as if he is the only one who truly understands you, the only one who will ever love you. “No one else could love you like I do,” he whispers in your ear, his voice low and filled with an unshakable conviction. “You are mine, now and always. There is no one else for you.”
➷ He begins to make grand gestures, but they are all done with a sense of ownership. He gifts you a private sanctuary, a beautiful garden that only he tends to, where no one else can approach you. It’s all for you, but you can’t help but notice that it’s more for his peace of mind—so that no one else can get close.
➷ In private moments, Feren’s obsession reaches new heights. He is gentle, tender, and affectionate, but there is always an undercurrent of possessiveness in his touch. He kisses you with an intensity that leaves you breathless, his hands never straying far from your body. Even in the most intimate moments, you can feel the weight of his need for you, as though you are the only thing that truly matters in his existence.
➷ In moments of vulnerability, Feren’s darker side emerges fully. If you ever show doubt or question his actions, he becomes unhinged, his calm exterior cracking to reveal a storm of emotions. His words become colder, harsher. “You cannot leave me,” he says, voice tight with desperation. “You belong to me, forever. There is no escape.”
➷ The more you reciprocate his affection, the more Feren’s obsession deepens. Every kiss, every moment shared between you only strengthens his belief that you are his, and no one else’s. He will always be by your side, watching over you, loving you, and ensuring that no one else dares to take you from him. His love is all-encompassing, but it’s also controlling, suffocating, and filled with a dark need to possess you completely.
➷ In private, Feren’s love becomes overwhelming. Every kiss, every caress, is slow and deliberate. He makes sure to take his time, savoring the way your body responds to him. His need for you is palpable, but he wants to ensure that you never forget that you are his. He’ll whisper sweet words against your skin, his voice low and filled with possessive affection. “You are mine,” he breathes, “And I will never let you go.”
➷ The darker side of Feren is one that will stop at nothing to keep you by his side, to ensure that you never leave him. His love is deep and intense, but it’s also a dangerous obsession that could consume both of you if you’re not careful. His devotion is unwavering, but it’s also suffocating, and you may begin to question whether you are truly free or if you have become a prisoner of his love.
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💛𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓻
Yandere/Dark Meludir x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons
𑁍 Meludir is the kind of elf who wears his affections openly, but with a dark undertone that can quickly become overwhelming. While he smiles sweetly and laughs at your jokes, there’s always an undercurrent of neediness in his gaze, as though you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to the world around him. If he ever feels you pull away—even if just emotionally or physically—he will become anxious and clingy, desperate for your attention. His light, playful demeanor hides the intensity of his desire to keep you close, and any sign of distance will have him pulling you into his personal space, insisting that you stay with him. It’s for your own good, he’ll claim, just to keep you safe.
𑁍 A Secret Obsession Though Meludir is often distracted by the world around him, there’s one thing that captures his full attention: you. He studies every aspect of you—the way you move, the sounds you make, the soft glow that surrounds you as a fairy. At night, he’ll sneak into your room just to watch you sleep, quietly sitting beside you, breathing in the calm rhythm of your presence. His love for you is possessive in nature; no one else can touch you, no one else can be near you without his approval. He will go to great lengths to ensure that anyone who dares show interest in you is quickly removed from your life, subtly causing friction between you and those who try to get too close.
𑁍 Meludir, with his innocent charm, is a master manipulator, though he doesn’t always realize the depth of his control over you. If you try to pull away, he’ll sweetly convince you that it’s for the best if you stay with him. He’ll bring you small gifts, things that only he knows you like—little tokens to reinforce the bond between you two, making sure no one else can take your attention away. His world revolves around you, and he will slowly weave a reality where it feels like no one else can understand or care for you like he does.
𑁍 Possessive Playfulness When it comes to touch, Meludir is playful but with a possessive edge. His kisses are always light and teasing, but as soon as he feels you slipping away, they become more intense, more desperate. His fingers will trace your skin, pulling you in close, whispering that you belong to him, even if his words come out in a joking tone. When he’s in one of his darker moods, he’ll press you against him, wrapping his arms around you tightly as if trying to lock you in place. “Just stay with me, okay? No one else will understand you like I do.”
𑁍 Darkness Beneath His Smile Despite his youthfulness and playful nature, there’s something dangerous hiding behind his wide eyes. If you ever dared to try to escape him, even for a moment, he would react coldly and fiercely. His usual sweetness would disappear, replaced with a calm but firm resolve that you belong to him. He would catch you before you get too far, cornering you and forcing you to acknowledge that you are his. “Where are you going?” he would ask, voice dripping with both affection and the promise of control. “You belong here with me. No one else is allowed to take you from me.”
𑁍 Meludir is deeply protective of you, though it’s not always for your benefit. While it may seem like he’s just trying to protect you from the dangers of Middle-earth, in reality, he is trying to keep you from anyone or anything that could take you away from him. Whether it’s preventing others from talking to you, controlling your interactions with others, or using his charm to manipulate those around you, Meludir’s protective instincts are driven by a desire to isolate you, to make sure you have no choice but to depend on him. He convinces himself it’s for your own good—after all, you’re so fragile, so delicate, and he’s the only one who understands how to keep you safe.
𑁍 his Twisted Love Though Meludir would never admit it, there’s something darker at the core of his love for you. His affections are tied to a sense of ownership and neediness. He craves not just your love, but your dependency on him. He would shower you with affection when you’re close, but as soon as you distance yourself, he would try to pull you back with subtle manipulations. His need for you would grow over time, suffocating in its intensity. He would express his love for you constantly, but the more you give, the more he would take, never satisfied with just a little.
𑁍 Meludir’s insecurities often push him to the extremes of his obsessive behavior. He believes he’s not enough for you, that he’s not tall or broad enough compared to other elves, so he tries to make up for it by being everywhere. He’ll flood your life with attention, never giving you a moment to yourself. It’s because he needs to prove to himself that he’s worthy of you. In his darkest moments, he might even begin to question whether you could ever truly love him—making him desperate to keep you close, even if it means crossing boundaries. If you show kindness to another, he might push them away, convincing you that your attention belongs to him alone.
𑁍 In Meludir’s twisted version of affection, he dreams of a world where it’s just the two of you, isolated from the rest of the world. He imagines living in a place where he can protect you from everyone, where no one else can see your beauty or touch your soul. His feelings are not just romantic, but possessive to the point of suffocation. He dreams of a life with you, where you rely solely on him for everything. His obsession grows, wrapping you up in a cocoon of affection, where it feels as if there’s no escape, and no one else could ever take your place.
𑁍 In this darker version of Meludir, his sweet and playful nature is warped by a possessiveness that can be both unsettling and overwhelming, creating a constant push-pull dynamic with the female fairy reader. His love is intense, often crossing into obsession, as he tries to keep you to himself, shielding you from the world.
ꕤ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ꕤ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ ၄၃ ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · ꕤ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ꕤ
🧡𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓼
Yandere/Dark Elros x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons
ꄗ In his dark form, Elros’ deep commitment to duty shifts into a possessive obsession with the fairy reader. While he once served the realm with strict discipline, now his devotion to protecting and serving the king extends into a need to control and protect the fairy, even if it means isolating her from the rest of the world.
ꄗ Elros becomes intensely fixated on the reader, watching her every move with the precision of a chief guard. His attention, once directed toward the kingdom’s safety, is now entirely focused on her—studying her every expression, every reaction, as though learning her inner world. No detail escapes him, and he finds comfort in knowing her better than anyone else.
ꄗ His protective instincts become obsessive. He sees any potential danger to her as a personal failure and vows to keep her locked away in a guarded, controlled environment. Whether the threat is real or imagined, Elros will go to great lengths to eliminate it. If another elf or even a mortal dares to approach her, he will make sure they are swiftly dealt with, even if it means wielding his power in the shadows.
ꄗ Elros’ affections are possessive, wrapped in the guise of protection. He doesn’t want the fairy to experience harm from the outside world, but his actions smother her in an unhealthy way. He will insist on accompanying her at all times, watching over her with an ever-watchful eye. If she wants to walk through the gardens, he will accompany her, making sure no one else can talk to her or even glance at her for too long.
ꄗ He justifies his actions as a form of love—every step he takes to isolate her is for her own safety. However, his obsession is rooted in his fear of losing her, and it manifests in controlling behavior. He doesn’t want her to ever leave the kingdom or be in contact with anyone who might sway her from him. He can’t bear the thought of anyone else capturing her attention.
ꄗ Elros’ speech to her becomes increasingly intense. What would once be casual conversation now becomes a monologue of devotion, often filled with heavy compliments and declarations of how much she means to him. His words become more possessive, with phrases like, “You were always meant to be mine, I will protect you from all harm, no one else can ever understand you like I do.”
ꄗ At times, his affection can feel suffocating. He insists that the fairy never leave his side, even for something as simple as visiting another part of the palace. If she expresses a desire to do something on her own, Elros will try to convince her that it’s too dangerous, that she needs him for protection. He wants to be her sole companion, the only one she needs in the entire world.
ꄗ His gifts to her are personal and obsessive. If he gives her flowers, they will be handpicked from the royal gardens, each chosen specifically for their meaning—flowers that symbolize possession, devotion, and a love that consumes. He will even create a special sanctuary just for her, where no one else is allowed to enter. It’s his way of showing her that she belongs to him.
ꄗ Any time she shows affection to someone else—even a simple smile to another elf—he is quick to intercept, reminding her with a soft but firm voice that no one else should have her attention. His smile would be warm, but his eyes would carry an underlying warning. He sees her love as something that can only belong to him.
ꄗ In private moments, his love turns passionate but dark. He wants to feel her close, to hold her tightly, as if by touching her, he can solidify his claim on her heart. His kisses are deep and urgent, his hands never straying too far from her body. Each time they are together, he’s reaffirming his hold on her, even though she might not fully understand the extent of his obsession.
ꄗ Elros is extremely jealous. If anyone shows an interest in the fairy, even if it’s just a casual conversation, he will go to great lengths to make sure they never speak to her again. His jealousy is silent but deadly, simmering beneath the surface as he schemes in the background to eliminate threats to his claim on her. The moment someone else crosses a line, Elros will act swiftly, ensuring they never pose a threat again.
ꄗ If the fairy ever tries to push him away or expresses doubt about his behavior, his reaction is immediate and cold. He will remind her that she belongs to him—her soul, her body, her heart. He might say things like, “You cannot escape me. You were always meant to be mine.” His voice will be calm, but there’s a terrifying undercurrent to it, a warning that he won’t let go of her easily.
ꄗ In a darker version of Elros, his kindness and discipline are warped into a need to maintain control. He remains highly organized, but now it’s his life that’s organized around keeping the fairy close, ensuring her every move is within his grasp. His sharp observation skills turn from a protective vigilance to one of ownership, watching her every interaction and controlling her every decision.
ꄗ Despite the darker turns in his personality, Elros still carries a certain charm. His charisma is magnetic, drawing the fairy in with his warmth and confidence. However, beneath this charm is a dangerous obsession—he’s not just captivated by her, he believes that she was made for him, and he’ll do anything to ensure no one else gets to share her.
ꄗ Elros’ love for the fairy reader is a constant battle between his duty as a guard and his overwhelming desire to possess and protect her. While he might seem disciplined and committed to his role, his darker side takes over when he feels his claim on her is threatened, turning him into someone willing to cross any line for her.
ꕤ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ꕤ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ ၄၃ ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · ꕤ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ꕤ
❤️𝓖𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷
Yandere/Dark Galion x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons
𖦹 Galion’s laid-back demeanor takes a sinister turn in his dark, yandere persona. His usual enjoyment of wine and leisure becomes a tool to mask his fixation on you, the delicate and ethereal fairy who has captured his attention. His whimsical nature twists into a dangerous obsession, where his every thought revolves around you. He watches you quietly, memorizing your every gesture, the way your wings shimmer in the moonlight, and even the scent of your presence in the halls of Mirkwood.
𖦹 Possessive Devotion While Galion outwardly remains composed and polite, his inner thoughts are far more possessive. He views you as a treasure that only he has the right to protect and indulge. He believes that no one else, not even King Thranduil or Prince Legolas, could ever appreciate you as he does. If anyone tries to approach you, he uses his cunning and discretion to subtly undermine them, ensuring they stay far from you.
𖦹 Control Through Indulgence Galion’s easygoing nature manifests in a darker way as he tries to control you through indulgence. He offers you the finest wines and delicacies, using them to lure you closer to him. He insists on personally selecting everything you consume, claiming that only he knows what suits your refined tastes. Underneath this kindness, however, is a desperate need to keep you dependent on him.
𖦹 Isolation in the Name of Care as Galion’s pragmatism warps into a desire to isolate you under the guise of protecting you. He creates a secluded section of the Elvenking’s halls just for you, adorned with lush furnishings and enchanted with subtle spells to keep you within his reach. He justifies this by saying that the forest is too dangerous for a delicate fairy like you, especially with the shadows of Mirkwood spreading. “You are too precious to wander alone,” he’d whisper, his voice as smooth as the finest vintage.
𖦹 Jealous Manipulation Although Galion is usually a social and diplomatic elf, his darker self cannot tolerate anyone stealing your attention. If another elf, guard, or servant so much as speaks to you for too long, he’ll find a way to remove them from your presence. Perhaps a servant is reassigned, or a guest is subtly encouraged to leave the halls. No one is allowed to linger near you unless he approves.
𖦹 Overwhelming Affection In private, Galion’s affection becomes smothering. He’ll hold you close for hours, whispering sweet, possessive words as his hands trace the outline of your wings. “You are my light in this darkened world, my sweet fairy,” he’d say, his voice tinged with a dangerous edge. He lavishes you with compliments and gifts, but his need to dominate every aspect of your life leaves you feeling trapped.
𖦹 Dark Wine Rituals His love of wine becomes an unsettling part of his obsession. He might mix enchanted elixirs into your drink to keep you docile or more open to his advances. He takes pleasure in pouring you a glass himself, watching as you sip what he considers his offering of devotion. Every shared drink feels like a binding ritual, tying you closer to him in his mind.
𖦹 Gentle Yet Unyielding Control Despite his dark tendencies, Galion’s demeanor remains deceptively gentle. He rarely raises his voice, instead relying on subtle manipulations and soft-spoken commands to keep you in line. If you ever express a desire to leave or defy him, his gaze hardens, and his usually easygoing smile disappears. “I have served the royal family for centuries, yet I would leave it all behind for you,” he’d murmur, his tone calm but unrelenting. “Do not ask me to let you go. I cannot.”
𖦹 Chilling Words of Devotion as Galion’s words are both poetic and unnerving. He frequently refers to you as his “moonlit jewel” or “the melody to his quiet nights.” His compliments grow darker over time: “You were made for me, don’t you see? No one else could ever cherish you as I do. You are mine, little fairy.” His voice carries an unsettling blend of adoration and dominance.
𖦹 A Prison Made of Love In his dark love, Galion builds a gilded cage for you. While it is filled with beauty and comfort, it is still a cage. He showers you with luxuries, but every gesture reinforces his control. He ensures you are always close, either physically or through his network of spies and servants. You may feel his presence even when he’s not there, as though his eyes never leave you.
𖦹 If you ever attempt to escape or express doubt about his love, Galion’s dark side fully emerges. His usually calm and relaxed demeanor vanishes, replaced by a cold fury. He’d corner you, his voice low and menacing. “You will not leave me, my sweet. I have sacrificed too much for you. Do not force my hand.” His grip tightens, his usually soft hands now unyielding as he keeps you close, reminding you that no one will ever love you as he does.
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Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving their friends a quick kiss on the forehead or cheek for good luck or as a way to say goodbye, or when showing how much they’ve missed each other. It’s also common for humans to casually drape an arm around a friend’s waist while sitting together and chatting comfortably.
how would the elves react to this?
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Galion ❤️, Elros 🧡, feren 🤎 version’s only as stranger, friend, lover.
(The one in red Galion the other is Elros)
❤️𝓖𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓷
Stranger:
𖦹 Galion, with his easygoing and sociable nature, is not easily flustered by displays of affection. However, when a stranger initiates physical affection—such as holding hands, a kiss on the cheek, or an arm draped casually over his shoulder—he would likely react with a bemused chuckle, perhaps a slightly raised eyebrow, but not a strong sense of discomfort. Having spent many years serving King Thranduil and dealing with various beings from different cultures, Galion is accustomed to eccentricities and would understand that this is simply a human way of expressing warmth.
𖦹 He would probably lean into the touch a little, offering a playful grin or a relaxed shrug, not taking it too seriously but acknowledging it with a light-hearted attitude. While he might not be used to such physical closeness from a stranger, he wouldn’t pull away or react negatively. Instead, he’d likely give a teasing comment, making the moment feel more casual and less awkward. Galion is far too laid-back to take offense at such gestures.
𖦹 Internal thought: Well, this is new, but what harm is there in a little friendly affection? They mean well, I suppose. Public action: A jovial laugh, a soft pat on the shoulder, or an amused shake of the head. He might make a witty comment or a sarcastic remark about how forward humans are, but he would never be openly disapproving. He’d play it off as just another bit of entertainment.
༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ જ⁀➴⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆જ⁀➴ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻
Friend:
𖦹 When it comes to a friend, Galion’s reaction is much more relaxed, even fond. With a companion who has shared time and memories with him, he would be much more at ease with physical affection. If you casually drape an arm around his waist or give him a quick kiss on the cheek as a sign of friendship or a way of saying goodbye, Galion would likely embrace the gesture with ease, even offering a warm smile or a wink in return. He’d be comfortable with the familiarity, recognizing it as a sign of mutual trust and affection.
𖦹 However, Galion’s lack of ambition and his easygoing attitude means that he would not overanalyze the gesture. He would see it for what it is: a simple, friendly act. He may even return the affection in his own way, such as placing a hand on your shoulder, giving you a good-natured squeeze, or laughing with you as you share a moment of camaraderie. His relaxed demeanor means he is far less likely to be awkward or uncomfortable, and instead he’d embrace the closeness without hesitation.
𖦹 Internal thought: Ah, a bit of human affection, how refreshing! Sometimes it’s the small gestures that make the day feel lighter. Public action: A casual arm around your shoulders, a gentle tap on the back, or even a lighthearted wink. He’s very comfortable with these actions and would express his warmth openly, perhaps even making a joke out of it to keep the atmosphere light.
Lover:
𖦹 Galion, despite his carefree nature, is a creature of great loyalty and dedication. When it comes to a lover, his reaction is far more tender and perhaps a little more serious. While still laid-back, he would become more thoughtful about how he expresses his affection. If you share an intimate moment with him, he would enjoy the physical closeness, but with a gentleness that reflects his deep affection for you. Galion would be fully open to physical touch with a lover, finding comfort in it and reciprocating it with equal warmth.
𖦹 His gestures would be easygoing but full of meaning—his hand might rest on your back, his fingers gently brushing yours when walking, or his arm slipping around your waist as you share a quiet moment together. He would embrace the physical side of love without hesitation, savoring the touch and the bond between you. In moments of intimacy, Galion would also be more likely to tease you in a playful, affectionate manner, keeping the mood light and warm. A kiss on the cheek, a nuzzle, or a slow, lingering touch would be Galion’s way of showing affection, balancing tenderness with his natural playfulness.
𖦹 Internal thought: Ah, this feels right. With them, I don’t need all the ceremony or formality—just the moment and their company. What bliss…Public action: A gentle kiss on the forehead, a lingering embrace that speaks volumes, or a quiet, intimate moment where his arm wraps around you as he whispers something soft and playful in your ear. Galion would still be casual and lighthearted, but the bond between you two would be strong and full of meaning. His affection would be tender but not overly dramatic, filled with a sense of ease and comfort.
༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ જ⁀➴⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆જ⁀➴ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻
🧡𝓔𝓵𝓻𝓸𝓼
Stranger:
ꄗ As a dedicated and responsible chief guard, Elros is not overly accustomed to the more open, physical expressions of affection that humans often display. When a stranger initiates such gestures—such as holding hands, giving a kiss on the cheek, or casually draping an arm over his shoulder—he would likely react with some surprise or hesitation. Elros has always been more focused on maintaining order and discipline, so such displays of warmth might initially confuse him.
ꄗ However, Elros is not one to be openly dismissive or offended. He would likely tolerate the affection with a slightly raised brow and a stiffened posture, trying to process it without making the situation awkward. He might chuckle nervously or make a light-hearted comment to ease the tension, but it’s clear that these types of human gestures are outside of his usual realm of experience. While he may not understand or reciprocate immediately, Elros would likely respect the stranger’s intentions and not pull away—though he might be a little more formal and distant than expected.
ꄗ Internal thought: Why do they insist on such displays? Is this how humans show goodwill? I’ll have to get used to it, I suppose. Public action: A brief, polite nod or stiff, awkward touch—likely a hand on the shoulder or a brief shake of the hand, signaling that he acknowledges the gesture, though he doesn’t fully embrace it. He may smile or offer a friendly remark, but the discomfort might linger.
༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ જ⁀➴⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆જ⁀➴ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻
Friend:
ꄗ With a friend, Elros’s response would be warmer, yet still somewhat restrained by his sense of duty and professionalism. He would find it easier to accept the physical affection, though it may still be a bit unusual for him. If you were a trusted companion, he might tolerate, even welcome, small gestures like a brief kiss on the cheek, a hand placed on his arm, or a casual arm draped over his shoulder. However, while he would be more comfortable with these actions, Elros would still maintain a sense of formality, perhaps hesitating before offering a reciprocal touch.
ꄗ If the affection were offered in a more private setting, Elros might allow himself to relax a little more, seeing it as a sign of mutual respect and camaraderie. His reaction would be less awkward than it would be with a stranger, though still slightly restrained. He might even surprise you with a soft touch on your back or a brief hand on your arm when parting, though it would always be brief and pragmatic, never lingering.
ꄗ Internal thought: I suppose this is what friends do—express themselves openly. It’s not so bad, but still… a bit foreign. Still, I trust them. Public action: A light touch to your shoulder or a brief, firm handshake. He might also give a brief nod of approval or smile warmly, though the action is always controlled, reflecting his disciplined nature. The affection is there, but it’s tempered by his sense of propriety.
༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ જ⁀➴⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆જ⁀➴ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻
Lover:
ꄗ When Elros is with a lover, his response to affection undergoes a more profound shift. His usual sense of duty and discipline gives way to a more tender and genuine side, though he still tends to keep a certain level of reserve. Elros, in private, would not shy away from touch or affection. He would find comfort and deep satisfaction in holding hands, resting his hand on your waist, or brushing his lips against your cheek in a soft, intimate gesture. These acts of tenderness would be more deliberate but deeply meaningful for him.
ꄗ Though Elros’s transformation is not as dramatic as some, he would find that his reserved nature softens when in your presence. His physical touch would express his growing affection—perhaps a hand slipping into yours without hesitation, or an arm wrapped around your waist when sitting together. Elros, despite his usual responsibility and disciplined nature, would surprise you with his gentle attentiveness, often offering small, tender gestures of affection that communicate his deep care. His touch would be firm but not hurried, and his gaze would be filled with a quiet intensity.
ꄗ Internal thought: This closeness… it feels right. I never thought I’d find peace in such gestures, but with them, it feels natural. It’s as though I’ve found something I never even knew I needed. Public action: A lingering touch—perhaps his hand resting on the small of your back or a slow kiss to your temple. Elros would be subtle, his affections meaningful but not excessive. His manner would remain composed and dignified, but there would be an undeniable tenderness in every movement, expressing a love that is both grounded and genuine.
༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ જ⁀➴⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆જ⁀➴ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻
🤎𝓕𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷
Stranger:
➷ When Feren first encounters you as a stranger, his reaction to human affection is cautious and reserved. As Thranduil’s lieutenant and a skilled military captain, Feren is serious and professional, with little room for casual interaction, let alone unexpected gestures of physical closeness. If you were to touch his arm or clasp his hand in gratitude, he might stiffen slightly, unsure how to interpret such an open display. While he wouldn’t pull away or be overtly offended, his discomfort would be clear in the way he quickly straightens his posture or looks to his fellow guards for reassurance.
➷ Feren doesn’t speak the Common Tongue at first, so any attempts to explain yourself would be met with polite confusion and a small, hesitant smile. Despite his reserved demeanor, he is observant and curious. Over time, he begins to notice how your gestures are not meant to overstep boundaries but are simply part of your human nature. While he may not yet reciprocate, he watches quietly, trying to understand this new and unfamiliar aspect of mortal culture.
➷ Internal thought: These mortals are strange in their ways, but there is no malice in them. Perhaps there is something to be learned here. Public action: A formal nod, a quiet smile, or a brief acknowledgment, though he avoids returning the physical gesture directly.
༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ જ⁀➴⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆જ⁀➴ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻
Friend:
➷ As you become friends, Feren starts to adapt to your affectionate habits, though it takes him time to grow comfortable with them. Your casual arm around his waist or playful tug at his sleeve might still catch him off guard, but instead of stiffening, he learns to accept it with a soft chuckle or a fleeting glance of amusement. If you were to give him a quick kiss on the cheek in farewell, his ears might redden, and he’d avert his gaze, muttering something polite in Elvish while trying to hide his flustered state.
➷ By now, Feren has worked hard to learn the Common Tongue, motivated by his desire to communicate with you more easily. Your actions, while still a little overwhelming to him, have also become endearing in their sincerity. He admires your courage in expressing yourself so openly, even if he struggles to match your level of ease. Slowly, he starts to offer small gestures in return—a hand resting briefly on your shoulder, a rare but genuine smile when he sees you after a long absence.
➷ Internal thought: How do they make it look so easy, this sharing of warmth and kindness? I should like to try it, though I feel so clumsy. Public action: A hesitant but genuine reciprocation of small gestures, such as a light touch on your arm or a soft word of thanks.
༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ જ⁀➴⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆જ⁀➴ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻
Lover:
➷ Once you and Feren have become lovers, his shyness around your affection melts into something deeply tender and personal. By now, he has not only accepted your touch but actively seeks it out, treasuring every kiss, hug, and lingering caress. While his elven upbringing makes him naturally reserved in public, in private, he is unrecognizably open and affectionate. He might gently pull you into his lap while sitting beneath the trees of Mirkwood or brush his fingers through your hair as you sit together by the fire.
➷ Feren has learned to cherish the human way of expressing love so freely, though he retains a uniquely elven grace in how he does so. He kisses your forehead when he thinks you are asleep, his lips lingering as though trying to convey all the words he cannot say. He holds your hand whenever you walk together, even threading his fingers through yours, a gesture he once found startling but now finds soothing. If you drape yourself across him during a quiet moment, he wraps an arm around you without hesitation, relishing the closeness.
➷ In public, his touches remain subtle—a brush of fingers, a protective hand at your back—but his love is evident in the way his eyes soften whenever they rest on you. In private, he is all yours, unafraid to let the strength of his devotion show in the way he holds you close, as if the world might steal you away.
➷ Internal thought: How is it that they, so brief in their days, live with such fire and fervor? I would follow this flame to the ends of Arda, if only to remain in its warmth. Public action: A protective hand on your back or arm, lingering glances full of love, and subtle, meaningful touches. Private action: Open, unabashed displays of affection, from kisses to soft whispers of love in Elvish, ensuring you know that you are his entire world.
༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆ જ⁀➴⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻⋆જ⁀➴ ⋆༺𓆩⚔️𓆪༻
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Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving
Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving
Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving
Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving
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Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions
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Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in ac
Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving
Elrohir and Elladan is in this
Generally humans tend to be more openly affectionate and physically expressive than elves. They engage in actions like holding hands, giving
Celeborn, erestor, Legolas is in this
I read all your posts and omg PLEASE do Meludir😭😭🙏🙏🙏
You’re so good at writing and Meludir is so underrated, he needs more posts
Thank you
