Hiii!! I love your writing and recently I’ve been loving isildur . I was wondering if you could do something with him perhaps where the reader is the sister to galdriel and is an elf?? Or really anything I can’t find any Isildur posts. Thanks :))))
Listen, Isildur is my baby and I cannot simply ignore a request about him. Also thank you because this fanfic brought me back from the dead, it's been so long since I last posted a story on here, but I'm back baby!!!!
Remember that english is not my first language, so please correct me if you see any mistakes!
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Ardisia 🖋
KISSED BY THE SUN
From: the Rings of Power
Pair: Isildur x female elf reader
Genre: angst, some fluff to spice up the plot
Warnings: mention of violence, mention of death, weapons, fire, spiders, Isildur himself (please correct me if I missed anything)
Words: 2948
A/N: if you would like to read more of my stories here you can find my masterlist my paypal would be so apprecieted since I'm saving money for my surgery
The first time Isildur saw her he thought he was watching directly in the eyes of the sun. Her hair was glowing in gold, her armour shining in the same colours and her eyes had the warm shade of honey. He felt like he could admire her forever, but Valandil dragged him away snickering.
<<You do know we are actually here to fight against orcs and not to stare at pretty elves right?>> Isildur only nodded, his cheeks red from embarrassment. He couldn’t help himself when he looked back at her one last time and she returned his smile.
At dawn they rode to free Ostirith from the orcs, Isildur was beside his father, riding Berek as fast as he could. He tried with all his strength to look away from the elf in front of him, but when the first rays of sunshine lighted her hair and the wind spread them wildly like an aura he simply had to admire her. He had never seen such beauty in Numenor, he didn’t even think such beauty could exist.
Soon the Numenoreans reached the battle field and one by one the orcs started to fall. Piles of bodies started to get in the way, in the distance he could see his father being dragged down and if it wasn’t for Hallbrand’s spear he would be an orphan. He kneeled next to him worried.
<< Father!>> <<I’m fine…>> <<I thought->> <<I’m fine Isil…>> Elendil brought their foreheads together briefly and Isildur helped him get up. He didn’t even register the orc that was about to slain him if not for his father's scared expression. In a heartbeat he heard a squelching sound behind him and turned around, sword in hand. The golden elf was smiling at him, an orc at their feet, which Isildur understood was about to kill him.
<<Thank you!>> it came out more high-pitched and hysterical than he had meant to, but all of a sudden he felt more nervous of being in front of her than being in the middle of a fight.
<<You should be more careful. I may not be able to save you next time.>> she replied and went back to fight without sparing him another glance. Isildur felt lightheaded and his father had to drag him away.
It was midday when the streets got cleared of the foes, Isildur was happily chatting with Ontamo and Valandil, looking at the golden elf from time to time.
<<You should try talking to her.>> suggested Ontamo and Isildur almost snapped his neck because of how fast he turned around. <<And tell her what? Have you seen her? She is too beautiful for me, I could never- >> but his pitiful monologue got interrupted by Valandil. <<At least try Isil. You have been burning holes in her back with your eyes. Staring will not bring you any closer.>> Isildur opened his mouth to retort, but the object of their discussion approached them, still smiling.
<<Hello! I’m so sorry for interrupting, but your queen has asked for your presence. And your Berek is wounded, I checked on him, but he won’t listen to me. You should go see him.>> Y/N had spoken with such a soft tone that made Isildur melt on the spot. Too late he realised he was bubbling and Ontamo kicked him behind his ankle to get his attention.
<<Uhm of course… right away my lady. Not- not that you are… mine I mean- uhm I should go see Berek…>> he saw his two friends trying to hold back a laugh, red cheeks and lips curled up like they were ready to burst any moment, but the golden elf was still smiling at him and he tripped stupidly over a rock. Isildur was mortified and went away as fast as he could, face burning red. He could hear Valandil faking a cough and sighed. At least Berek wouldn’t judge him.
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When Mount Doom exploded with lava and fire, Y/N was on the other side of the camp, far away from her older sister. Instead of running away she tried to get as close to her as she could, but when the rocks started raining over them she was forced to take cover. She tried gathering up as many people as she could, pushing them far from the village and even that was not enough. Too soon the smoke came as a storm towards them, clouding everything in its burning darkness. Y/N shielded her eyes, calling for her sister over and over, but the screams of men around them covered her voice. Some orcs freed themselves, gaining advantage over the Numenoreans soldiers as they looked at the volcano frightened. In a fraction of moment Y/N decided to help the soldiers, freeing a path for them and the remaining villagers; she called out to them and luckily they heard her. Their commander, Elendil the tall, approached her giving orders to his soldiers to pick as many people as they could and get back to their camp. He then spoke directly to her. <<Have you seen my son? Have you seen the Queen?>> <<No Commander; go with your people, I’ll look for them myself.>> and without another word she went in the other direction, calling out for her majesty and to look out for Elendil’s son.
Y/N couldn’t lie to herself, the brunette boy had catched his eye the moment she had met him. During the little time they had shared together he had proved himself witty and funny, but also determined, kind and sensitive. She liked the gentleness of people, she had seen so much in him to give her a regained hope towards Men, a feeling she thought was lost.
When she finally found them they were about to get into a burning house, people were trapped inside. <<Your majesty!!>> she called and ran towards them. The queen was escorting some children outside while the brunette tried to keep the roof from falling.
Y/N helped clear the house of everybody, she extended her hand for the boy to take it before the roof above them started crashing down. <<YOU CAN DO IT! GIVE ME YOUR HAND, I’M RIGHT HERE!>> she shouted, the boy only shook his head. <<GO BEFORE IT GETS YOU.>> But it was too late. the roof gave away covering the boy from her sight and pushing her down. She tried removing the wood to look for him, but the fire was too hot, it made her eyes teary and burning in pain.
Y/N looked at the house defeated and distraught… she had seen countless lives being taken away that day and her hearts ached for them, for the boy although it ached a little more.
Y/N walked behind the Numenoreans and the villagers in silence, mourning and rethinking every choice she had made that day. The worst thought of all, she didn’t even know if her sister was still alive, if she had gotten out of Ostirith somehow.
She trailed behind the group until they reached the settlement. She would have loved a place to sleep for the night and some warm food, but the feeling of guilt was too strong, it clouded her mind and silently she parted ways, walking the woods to the west. Y/N didn’t have a plan for what was to come, would she return to Lindon or stop in Eregion? She didn’t know yet, for now she would just walk away.
Y/N had lost track of time, she could not tell how long it had been before Berek came to find her in the woods. She had always thought that horse was too intelligent, it always seemed to know what the person in front of him was feeling. Berek nudged her shoulder and pushed her gently by his side. She caressed its neck and rested her forehead against it. It felt so soothing, like warm water washing away all the pain.
Together they continued their journey until they found themselves among the ruins of a village. Orcs tried to take them, hungry for flesh, but Berek and Y/N fought their way out together, the horse running away in the forest in front of them and the elf shooting arrows at the vile creatures behind.
The night was getting closer when they reached a cave. Y/N looked around herself with a sense of unease in her heart. There were bones and skulls under the foliage and spiderwebs at the entrance of the cave, not the most welcoming place to sleep. Carefully they got into the cave, Berek sniffing the ground, she imagined he was hungry after all the running. She was exploring the cave when she heard a soft voice behind her <<Berek… my boy…>> she turned around so fast and ran where the horse was. It was not alone, the brunette boy, the Commander’s son was there, wrapped in spiderwebs, but alive.
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Isildur could not believe his eyes, he thought he was seriously hallucinating. The golden elf was right beside him, cutting the web that was imprisoning him and she had brought his beloved Berek with her.
<<You… you came back for me?>> she looked him in the eyes smiling brightly. <<I didn't think I would find you, but I’m so glad I did. You really should be more careful…>> He got out of the web, for a moment they stood still and then she hugged him. Isildur melted, it felt like a lifetime since he last received a hug and Valar only knew how much he needed it. The death of Ontamo, being far from home in a foreign land, the battle, his dead companions… all those feelings came crashing down on him.
They soon got distracted. The cave, as they noticed, was full of eggs and disgusting little spiders were crawling out, moving in their direction. Isildur took the elf hand and ran with her, helping her get on Berek’s back, but when he tried to do the same two arms gripped at him and fell on the ground an orc on top of him. His mind went blank with the adrenaline of the fight, he took the nearest rock, but before he could hit the creature a gigantic spider took the orcs head, turning its focus on Isildur next. An arrow flew above his head so fast he only barely registered it and passed through the spider’s eyes, killing it.
<<Thank you.>> he breathed out and positioned himself behind her, urging his horse outside. They rode silently for miles, the night had fallen over the world, giving them enough cover to proceed unbothered.
They stopped only when dawn started to colour the sky again. The elf found them a shelter in an abandoned ruin and Isildur lit a fire to warm them. Luckily there was enough grass for Berek to be satisfied and a pond of clear water where he could wash his face.
When he got back the girl was sitting by the fire, watching the flames moving.
<<Are you alright?>> she turned her gaze on him and smiled. He liked that about her, he found it comforting. <<I should be the one asking you that… how are you feeling-...>> <<Isildur.>> <<How are you feeling Isildur?>> he smiled, hearing his name from her felt so different and so right. <<I will be fine. Thank you for saving me-...>> <<Y/N.>> << Thank you Y/N. For everything.>> she smiled again, this time more brightly and Isildur couldn’t stop thinking how much she reminded him of the sun. A few minutes passed by in a comforting silence. Isildur, who couldn’t be still in Numenor for longer than 2 minutes, felt like he could stay there forever, simply bathing in the comfort radiating from Y/N. She started humming a melody that sounded like a love song and slowly his eyes began to feel heavy, his mind drifting to sleep while he listened to the sounds around him.
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Y/N had put some fish over the fire, waiting patiently for it to cook. Isildur had been sleeping for hours now, so much the sun was starting to set behind the trees. She didn’t want to wake him up imagining how tired his mind must have been, but enjoying that time to reorganise her own thoughts as well.
What was happening to her? She had wandered away from the Numenoreans and the villagers mourning, but her heart felt calm and at peace in that moment. Was it because of the boy snoring loudly beside her? She looked at him: he was laying on the grass, arms spread above his head and legs in strange angles she could not understand, his mouth open proudly snoring. She laughed without meaning to, in the centuries she had lived she had never seen someone sleep like that. The sound of her laugh however woke up Isildur at last.
<<How- how long have I slept?>> he asked, his voice lowered after sleeping for so long.
<<Almost all day… I’m really sorry Isildur, I didn’t mean to wake you up.>> <<Don’t worry about it, I feel rested enough. Do I smell fish?>> she nodded and offered him a comforting smile which he returned. He happily took the chore of cooking and they chatted almost without catching a breath. Isildur started illustrating all the ways a Numenoreans would cook the fish, explaining which spices tasted better in which recipes. Y/N was fast to notice how his smile started to flatten at the mention of his Motherland; she reached out a hand for him and squeezed lightly. He gave her another shy smile, which made her old heart skip a beat.
What was about this boy that kept drawing her closer and closer to his body, to his smile and funny way of being alive? Why could she feel his emotions like her own? He was sad and she felt sadder than she had ever been, if he was scared she was terrified for him, but if he was happy she felt the happiest. It was dangerous, she needed not to forget mortality and the inevitable course of time; loving a man, loving a mortal, was what elves called one of the greatest pains. But the thought of leaving him to his life felt just as painful. Then what did she have to do?
<<Y/N? Did you hear what I said?>> his voice brought her back from her internal monologue. He was looking at her worryingly while she had lost herself in his irises. She turned around and fixed her eyes on the fire. <<I’m sorry, I fear my thoughts took over for a moment.>>
<<I understand… I- I wanted to ask you to accompany me to Numenor’s settlement tomorrow.>> he had an hopeful look and she realised how doomed she actually was, if that boy had asked her to dance with a Balrog she would have.
<<Of course… We will travel as soon as the sun rises.>> he nodded once and proceeded to pass the fish. They ate in silence, the comfort that boy was radiating felt like a warm blanket over her shoulders.
<<You should get some more rest Isildur, I will stand guard for tonight.>> she urged and he shook his head. <<No, I slept the whole day… you should rest and let me do the first round for tonight, I must insist Y/N.>>
She wanted to retort, but her body was aching and her soul still needed time to heal its wounds, so it wouldn't be so bad sleeping a few hours.
<<Fine, but wake me up in a couple of hours. I will take your place.>> Isildur nodded, but didn’t look very convinced. She ignored it and as soon as her head touched the grass she fell fast asleep.
Y/N was running and running, trying to reach her siblings, but the more she ran, the far they got. When she reached them it was too late, Sauron was towering over them, his dark mark on their bodies like he possessed them. She felt like she was falling, drowning, burning.
When she reopened her eyes, two warm hands stopped her and slowly she focused her gaze on the brunette boy in front of her. Isildur was pushing back wet strands of hair, involuntarily caressing her. Y/N leaned into the touch and the boy didn’t draw back.
<<Are you alright?>> he asked softly, careful not to startle her.
<<Yes, I’m sorry… It was just a bad dream. I’m ready to switch places now.>> she was getting up, but Isildur stopped her. <<Y/N please… you didn’t even get an hour of rest, get back to sleep and I promise you I’ll be fine…>>
Y/N had always been described as rational and non-impulsive; in that moment however she decided to let her heart take charge and did quite the opposite. She brought their foreheads together, their breaths mixing without closing the gap between their lips, her hands shaking a little when she put them in his curls. Isildur closed his eyes, but none of them moved an inch closer.
<<I’m glad I found you… I’m glad I’m here with you. Stay with me Isildur…>> she murmured and he nodded happily. <<As long as you want me to, my sunshine.>> he laid with her on the grass, keeping her close to his toned body with one arm. Soon she started to feel tired again, but before she could fall asleep once again she heard him murmur one last thing to her ear.
<<Looks like you were able to save me one another time after all.>>
