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Erestor Version below. (reader/you are his lover). Featuring what I wrote below is: Building a Snowman (With a Twist), Snowball Fight, Sledging Adventure, Snow Angel.
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Building a Snowman(With a Twist):
✎ The snow was falling gently around you, a soft, cold blanket that seemed to wrap the world in a quiet, peaceful silence. Erestor was focused, his long fingers expertly shaping the snow into neat, perfect layers, forming the body of the snowman with his usual precision. His sharp eyes were fixed on the task, measuring, calculating, as he meticulously placed each large snowball on top of the other. You watched him for a moment, admiring his dedication and control. His usual sternness was evident even in something as simple as building a snowman. He had abandoned the warmth of the hearth for the chill of the outdoors, and yet there was a kind of elegance in his movements that made even the act of rolling snow seem like a form of art.
✎ "Perfect," Erestor muttered to himself as he stood back, surveying the snowman's body. His brow furrowed slightly as he adjusted the balance of the snowballs, making sure it was just right. He was lost in the process, unaware of the mischief you were about to introduce. You couldn't resist. A grin tugged at the corners of your mouth as you picked up a carrot, studying it for a moment before casually strolling over to the snowman's lower half. With a flick of your wrist, you placed the carrot exactly where you knew it would get a reaction—a perfect, unmistakable addition to the crotch area. You stepped back, admiring the shape of the snowman, and couldn't help but stifle a laugh. Erestor turned, reaching for the twigs to make the arms, completely oblivious to what you'd just done. He was so focused on the details that he didn't notice the small but noticeable shift in the snowman's appearance until it was far too late.
✎ When he finally did notice, his mouth fell open slightly in disbelief. His eyes flicked from the snowman's lower half to you, standing there innocently with the most unreadable expression you could muster. You hadn't fully succeeded in hiding the amusement in your eyes, but you tried. Erestor blinked, his face a perfect picture of confusion and exasperation, before his lips parted, then closed again, as though he were searching for the right words. He glanced back at the snowman once more-at the carrot, the twigs, the careful arrangement-and then back to you, his gaze piercing. "You're..." he began, his voice a blend of disbelief and quiet annoyance," impossible." You shrugged nonchalantly, unable to keep the playful smile off your face. "I think he looks charming."
✎ Erestor's lips twitched at the corners, though he kept his expression firmly in place. "Really?" His tone was dry, the sarcasm dripping from each word. "This is how we're playing now?" "Hey," you said innocently, "it's just a little touch of personality." A deep sigh escaped him, the sound carrying his frustration, though it was laced with a reluctant fondness. He ran a hand over his face, as if trying to hide the grin that was threatening to break through. "I can't believe I'm doing this with you," he muttered under his breath, though his eyes betrayed him-the tiniest glimmer of amusement, the faintest curve of his lips.
✎ You watched, amused, as Erestor tried to ignore the absurdity of the situation. His gaze kept drifting back to the snowman, and with each glance, it was clear he was struggling to hold onto his composure. He tried to stay stern, but the image of that carrot-so shamelessly placed-kept pricking at his resolve. His lips twitched again, and he shot a look at you, barely containing a smile. "I'll never hear the end of this, will I?" he asked, his voice a mix of mock frustration and genuine warmth. "Nope," you replied with a wink, "But I think you'll come around. Besides, he looks pretty good." Erestor shook his head slowly, his features softening as he stepped closer to you, but there was still that faint, disapproving edge to his tone. "You have a very... interesting sense of humor," he remarked, though his eyes held a glint that spoke volumes.
✎ "And you," you teased, "have a very interesting way of pretending you're not enjoying this." Erestor raised an eyebrow at you, his usually stern demeanor still firmly intact, but there was a subtle shift in the way he held himself-less stiff, more relaxed. His lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile, and you knew he wasn't quite as opposed to the idea of fun as he'd let on. Before you could say anything else, Erestor reached forward with surprising speed, pulling you into him for a quick, but soft kiss. His lips were warm against yours, a brief, lingering moment of intimacy that had your heart racing. As you pulled away, Erestor gave you a look that could only be described as a mix of indulgence and warning. "You're insufferable," he muttered, though the affection in his voice was clear, even if he tried to mask it.
✎ "Maybe," you said with a playful grin, "but you love it." You leaned in to give him another kiss, but before you could, Erestor gently placed his hands on your shoulders, his grip firm but tender. "Next time," he said, his voice low and teasing, "maybe we'll keep it classy." You raised an eyebrow, your hands on his chest. "Next time? You mean... you're in for more snowman shenanigans?" Erestor shot you a look, his brows furrowing slightly as he straightened his posture. But despite the facade of annoyance, the spark of mischief in his eyes didn't lie. "I'm not promising anything," he said, though you could hear the faint amusement in his tone.
✎ Before you could respond, Erestor suddenly gave you a playful shove, and before you knew it, you were tumbling backward into the soft snow. You let out a surprised gasp as you hit the ground, snow flying everywhere, and Erestor stood over you, a smirk on his lips. His laughter-rare and genuine-rang out, breaking through the chill of the winter air. You couldn't help but laugh along with him, the cold forgotten in the warmth of the moment. "I suppose that's one way to keep things interesting," you said, your breath coming in little bursts as you gazed up at him, a smile still dancing on your lips. Erestor reached out, offering you his hand to help you up. As you took it, he pulled you closer, leaning in to give you a final, lingering kiss-this one soft, full of warmth and unspoken affection. "You're lucky I enjoy your company," he murmured against your lips, a quiet promise of more mischief to come, as his lips curved into that all-too-familiar smirk.
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Snowball Fight:
✎ The cold air was crisp, biting at your skin as the snowflakes swirled around in the air. The world felt frozen in a blanket of white, soft and quiet except for the occasional crunch of boots in the snow. The scenery was peaceful, an almost serene calm hanging over Rivendell’s grounds. But that calm was fleeting. As you turned to look at Erestor, standing just a few paces away, the familiar frown on his face never wavered. He was staring at the snowy landscape with the kind of intensity reserved for those who weren’t particularly fond of snow, but didn’t let it show either. His sharp features—those high, angular cheekbones and the ever-present scowl—seemed carved out of ice and stone. His long, dark hair was slightly tousled by the wind, strands of silver showing as they caught the light. He was, as always, meticulously dressed, his robes elegant, though he’d clearly resigned himself to a moment outside in this cold, undoubtedly because of you.
✎ You couldn’t help but smirk. Despite his air of seriousness, Erestor always seemed out of place in the calm, almost childlike joy of winter. His stern nature clashed with the playful energy around him, and it made him all the more entertaining to tease. Without warning, you scooped up a handful of fresh snow, molding it into a perfect snowball, the cold crunch of the snow under your gloves satisfying. You caught Erestor’s gaze for a moment, and there was just enough time for you to see his eyes narrow, before you tossed the snowball straight at him, sending it hurtling through the air. It was a perfect shot. For a split second, you saw him stiffen—completely unprepared. But Erestor’s reflexes were quick, his sharp mind calculating the trajectory even before the snowball reached him. He sidestepped with practiced ease, the snowball sailing past him, only to land with a soft thud in the untouched snow behind him.
✎ You didn’t have time to react before Erestor, with a fluid movement, scooped up his own handful of snow, expertly shaping it into a lethal-looking ball, and hurled it back at you. His throw was precise, not just a random toss, but one that clearly had intent behind it. You barely managed to duck, feeling the force of the snowball brush the tips of your hair. You could practically feel the annoyance radiating off of him even as he aimed again, his sharp, calculating gaze never leaving you. The battle had begun. Erestor’s frown deepened as the snowballs came faster, his earlier surprise replaced by the precision of someone accustomed to handling himself in moments of crisis. Every movement was measured, each snowball he threw perfectly formed, not a single one wasted.
✎ You dodged and ducked, but there was a satisfaction in watching him work, his stiff, composed demeanor remaining unfazed as he launched another snowball with near-archer-like accuracy. He may not have been thrilled about being caught in the middle of this spontaneous battle, but there was no denying his competitiveness. His normally stoic expression never cracked, but you could sense the sharpness in his movements as he darted and threw, keeping up the pace without breaking a sweat. You aimed a shot at his shoulder, but he deftly sidestepped it, the snowball missing entirely. In retaliation, he quickly readied another snowball, narrowing his eyes, and threw it with a speed that almost made it feel like it was a weapon rather than just snow. You barely blocked it in time, feeling the sting of the cold impact against your arm. “Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you,” Erestor’s voice called out, gruff, though there was a slight edge of amusement in it, a rare thing for him.
✎ You smirked. The challenge in his voice only made it more fun. But you also noticed how seriously he was taking this—how each movement, each throw, was deliberate, precise, and without error. Erestor may have been grumpy, but when he set his mind to something, it was all business. In that moment, you decided the playful game had gone on long enough. Your heart raced from the adrenaline of the fight, and as you glanced over at him, standing there in the falling snow with his perfect posture and fierce determination, you couldn’t resist the urge to finally take the game in your own direction. With a burst of energy, you charged at him, closing the distance between you before he could react. Erestor barely had time to register the shift in momentum before you tackled him—hard—into the snow.
✎ The world seemed to freeze for just a moment as the two of you collided with the soft snow beneath you. For a brief second, Erestor seemed almost taken aback, his eyes widening just a fraction before he adjusted, his body going rigid underneath you as the cold snow settled around you both. His breath came out in a soft exhale, and there was something almost disoriented in his usual calmness. But before he could regain his balance, before he could regain control over the situation, you leaned down, closing the gap between you. His breath caught, and before he could formulate the words to protest, you kissed him, the contact warm in contrast to the freezing air surrounding you. For a moment, Erestor didn’t move. His mind, so accustomed to calculating every outcome, seemed to be caught in the freeze of the moment. But then, slowly, as if reluctantly, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer. His lips parted against yours, his kiss soft at first, but quickly deepening as he melted into the connection. “Impossible,” he muttered softly against your lips, his voice low and rich with the kind of warmth he rarely allowed anyone to see. “You’ll be the death of me.” Despite the harshness of his words, there was no mistaking the shift in his tone, the mix of affection and frustration wrapped in his soft sigh. His lips, usually so tight and controlled, were now yielding to the moment. The snow fell gently around you both, a silent witness to the rare softness Erestor had only ever shown in fleeting moments like this.
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Sledging Adventure:
✎ The crisp, biting cold of the winter morning nipped at your skin as you trudged through the snow, your boots crunching in the blanket of white beneath your feet. Above you, the sky was an endless expanse of pale blue, the sun bright but distant, casting long shadows across the snow-covered landscape. Rivendell’s serene beauty was on full display, with snow clinging to the tree branches and icicles hanging from the eaves of the buildings. Despite the picturesque scenery, Erestor’s mood was far less than cheerful. He walked beside you, his usual composure present but strained, as he adjusted the heavy folds of his cloak. His long, dark hair swayed slightly with each step, but his eyes remained narrowed in disdain, clearly unimpressed with the snowy world around him. His every movement had that controlled precision, but there was a distinct tension in his posture that suggested he’d rather be anywhere else. “I fail to see the appeal of this childish activity,” Erestor muttered, his voice as crisp as the snow beneath your feet. His tone carried a certain sharpness, the kind he used when something irked him deeply. As you glanced over at him, you couldn’t help but notice the small frown etched on his features, and the way his fingers tightened around the fabric of his cloak as if he was bracing himself against the very idea of sledging.
✎ You had spent the past few days watching the children of Rivendell enjoy the slopes, their laughter ringing through the air as they raced down the hills on sleds. The idea of dragging Erestor into the mix had been a spontaneous one, but one you were determined to follow through on. After the snowman debacle, it seemed only fitting to take the next step in your snow-filled adventure together. “No worries,” you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. You shot him a grin as you quickened your pace, knowing he was trying to keep up with your enthusiasm. “I’ll make sure we’re back before your back starts aching again.” Erestor shot you a sharp, sideways glance. The faintest flicker of irritation passed across his features, but he quickly masked it with his usual stern expression. “My back is fine, thank you,” he replied, though there was a slight edge to his words, as though he were trying to convince himself as much as you.
✎ You couldn’t help but smile at his reluctance, but you knew him well enough to understand that once he was in something, he would at least commit, even if he was grumbling the entire time. Still, you could see the subtle tension in his step, the way his eyes kept darting back to the sleds stacked neatly near the top of the hill, as if trying to anticipate just how much chaos this adventure would bring. Eventually, you reached the crest of the hill, the towering expanse of white in front of you stretching out in every direction. The sleds lay waiting, the smooth wood gleaming under the sunlight, as if daring you to give in to the thrill of the moment. You could practically feel the cold air buzzing with anticipation. Erestor paused for a moment as if reconsidering his earlier statements, but before he could say anything more, you grabbed one of the sleds, giving him an exaggerated look of challenge. “Are you sure you’re ready?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
✎ His lips pressed together in a tight line, and for a moment, you could have sworn he was about to protest, to pull the old “I’m too dignified for this” act. But then, with a sharp breath and a brief glance toward the slope, he seemed to accept his fate. With a resigned sigh, Erestor pulled his cloak tighter around himself and sat down on the sled beside you, adjusting his position with the air of someone preparing for battle rather than fun. The moment you pushed off, the sled picked up speed, cutting through the snow with surprising swiftness. The wind rushed past your face, sharp and cold, but there was something exhilarating about it—something that was impossible to ignore. You could feel Erestor stiffen beside you as the sled’s momentum increased. His normally composed demeanor seemed to crack slightly as his fingers gripped the edges of the sled, and his eyes widened just a fraction as the wind picked up.
✎ At first, Erestor tried to maintain his stoic air. His posture remained rigid, his expression still cold, though there was a flicker of tension in his brow as he fought to steady the sled. The wind seemed to whip around him, tugging at his cloak, yet he refused to lean into the motion, his mind clearly still working out how to steer this contraption, as though it were a matter of strategy. His jaw was set, and you could almost hear his thoughts: How could something so chaotic be allowed? His attempts to steer were half-hearted, as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to fully engage in such a frivolous pursuit. But the hill had a way of claiming even the most resistant participants, and soon enough, the sled hit its first bump, sending the two of you careening off course. The wild jolt of the sled sent you both tumbling forward, and before Erestor could regain his balance, you were both airborne, the world spinning in a blur of white snow.
✎ You crashed down into the snow together, a tangle of limbs and laughter. Snow immediately buried you both, the cold seeping into your clothes as you lay there, panting and disoriented, your cheeks flushed from the rush of adrenaline. Erestor’s face was half-hidden beneath the snow, his cloak now slightly askew, his hair a mess of dark strands. His eyes were wide for a moment, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and pure frustration. For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind and the faint crunch of snow under the weight of your combined forms. Then Erestor’s deep, disgruntled voice cut through the quiet. “I knew this was a terrible idea,” he muttered, his tone dark and dripping with disdain. His arms were still pressed to his sides, as if he were preparing to push himself up, though he made no immediate move to do so. You couldn’t contain your laughter, the joy bubbling out of you at the sight of Erestor—always so composed and serious—completely undone by the chaos of the sledging adventure. His normally impeccable appearance was now a mix of snow, cloak, and wild hair, and the sight of him like this made your heart swell with warmth.
✎ Still, you leaned down toward him, brushing the snow from his cheek with the back of your hand. His eyes flicked to yours, a mixture of annoyance and something softer hidden behind the ever-present frown. You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, the cold snow melting against the warmth of the moment. “It wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased, your voice light, full of mirth. His lips softened against yours, though his words came with the same gruffness. “I remain unconvinced,” he grumbled, but there was no real bite to it. Instead, the faintest of smiles tugged at the corners of his mouth. “But I suppose… it was worth it for the moment.” You couldn’t help but smile, knowing you’d managed to pry a little bit of joy from his tightly held composure. It might not have been much, but it was enough for you. Enough to turn what started as a reluctant adventure into a shared memory between the two of you, one that would warm both your hearts for years to come.
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Snow Angel:
✎ The snow beneath you was soft and powdery, the world around you a perfect winter wonderland. The air was still, save for the occasional whisper of a breeze that swept the snowflakes through the air, scattering them like tiny diamonds. You had both collapsed on the snowy hill after the chaos of the sledging, your breath coming in little puffs as you lay back and stared up at the sky. The cold was sharp, but it felt refreshing—alive, in a way. You stretched your arms out wide, letting your fingers sink into the soft snow, and with a grin, you began to move your arms and legs, creating the outline of a snow angel. Your movements were fluid and carefree, the simple joy of creating something beautiful in the untouched snow making your heart lighter with every gesture. As you swirled your arms and legs, you could hear the crunch of snow beneath you, the coolness of it seeping through your clothes as you kicked your feet to form the rounded wings of the angel.
✎ From beside you, Erestor remained motionless for a moment, his figure still and composed, the pristine nature of the snow only emphasizing how perfectly he managed to keep his dignity intact even in the midst of such childish antics. He stood a few paces away, arms crossed over his chest, observing your movements with that sharp, calculating gaze of his, his brow furrowed just the slightest. The silence between you two was broken only by the sound of your body carving shapes into the snow. “I fail to see the appeal of such frivolous behavior,” he said, his tone dry and detached, though there was an undeniable hint of amusement lurking beneath his words. You paused for a moment, looking over at him with a playful glint in your eyes. The sight of him standing there, his long cloak swirling around him and his stoic expression so at odds with the snow-covered landscape, made you smile. He had that inherent grace to him that even now, with a thin layer of snow dusting his dark hair, couldn’t be hidden. Still, his tone was as acerbic as ever.
✎ “Come on, Erestor,” you coaxed, your voice laced with light-hearted encouragement. “It’s not so bad. You can’t possibly resist the allure of making a snow angel.” A flicker of hesitation passed through his eyes. He shifted his weight slightly, a subtle sign of his discomfort with the idea, but you could tell that despite his usual reluctance to indulge in things that didn’t involve books or planning, he wasn’t entirely averse to the idea. A small sigh escaped him, and then, with an almost imperceptible roll of his eyes, he lowered himself to the ground beside you. His movements were still precise, measured, as if even this simple act needed to be executed with the same level of formality and control that he applied to everything in his life. You watched with a growing sense of amusement as Erestor lay down in the snow beside you, his long limbs shifting carefully to avoid getting snow on his cloak. His eyes darted briefly over the space, calculating how best to position himself. When he finally began to move his arms, it was with the careful deliberation of someone who might have been performing a delicate task, like assembling a fragile artifact. The resulting shape in the snow was, unsurprisingly, neat—perhaps even a bit too neat for something as spontaneous as a snow angel.
✎ You sat up, admiring your work for a moment before turning to look at Erestor, who was now surveying his own creation with the same critical eye that he applied to any project. There was a certain stiffness in his posture, but you could also see that despite his best attempts at holding back, he was slightly amused, even intrigued by the process. You reached out a hand, brushing a stray lock of snow from your hair as you beamed at him. “Done!” you said happily, sitting up with a satisfied grin, proudly admiring the angelic figure in the snow you’d made. “How about you?” Erestor, ever the critic, didn’t look impressed by the simple elegance of your snow angel. Instead, he studied it for a few seconds with a furrowed brow, his mouth pressed into a thin line. His sharp eyes darted back and forth between the shape in the snow and you, as though trying to find some imperfection to pick apart.
✎ “Well,” he said finally, his voice tinged with a subtle mockery, “I suppose you have created something adequate.” His eyes then narrowed as an idea clearly formed in his mind. He reached up with one gloved finger, and with a few quick, deliberate motions, he traced a sharp curve above your head, a pointed tail following the curves, leaving behind a stark contrast to the soft, delicate shape of your angel. He sat back on his heels, satisfied, and surveyed his handiwork with a look of quiet approval. “There,” he said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “More fitting, I think. A snow demon for you love.” You blinked, blinking up at him in disbelief. “A snow demon? Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and trying to look offended, though the corners of your lips were threatening to betray you.
✎ Erestor’s smirk deepened, and his eyes glinted with a mischievous edge you hadn’t quite expected from him. “I thought it more fitting,” he said, the sarcasm in his tone unmistakable. “Given your mischievous nature.” You couldn’t help but laugh, though you pretended to pout. “I’m innocent!” you protested, crossing your arms over your chest, though your smile betrayed the playful tone in your voice. “Well, mostly.” Erestor’s expression remained the same—stoic, composed, though there was a certain lightness in his eyes. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He stood up slowly, turning his back to you for just a moment as if to distance himself from the laughter you were sharing. But when he turned back, there was a flicker of something else—something you recognized in his movements, something almost predatory.
✎ Before you could react, he lunged toward you, his hand scooping up a handful of snow with practiced ease. He packed it into a snowball and, in one fluid motion, sent it flying toward you with surprising speed. The snowball hit you square in the chest, and you gasped in surprise. “Consider that a warning,” Erestor said, his voice suddenly lighter, though there was still that teasing, sarcastic edge to it. The smile that tugged at his lips was the closest thing to mischief you’d ever seen on him. You reached for the snow beside you, gathering it into your hands, but the smile never quite left your face. As much as he tried to maintain his dignified, serious persona, Erestor’s true enjoyment was in these rare, spontaneous moments. And though he might never admit it, you knew this winter day, with all its mischief and laughter, meant more to him than he let on.
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