If you want a good romantic prompt... maybe Princess Angel x Knight Reader? (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ？
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Princess!Angel x Knight!Reader
You get the special opportunity of being the one who’s her personal knight around her at all times.
You two knew eachother since you were teens, and you grew to be the only one who really KNEW her in the castle. You grew to know her as both princess Maria and the infamous Heartsick Angel. Of course, you do the honors of cleaning up her mess everytime.
You two love acting strictly business in front of others, despite the whole duty being slightly romantic.
Every morning you watch her wake up, how adorable she looked, it’s sickening. The light going on her face, it’s a warmth you’ve only seen on her skin when you two kiss and she forgets all her duties and you forget all the violence.
You have the privilege to be the first one to tell her “good morning, princess”, and the only one she actually blushes (and rolls her eyes) at when you say it.
She let’s you put on her accessories for her, you grovel in front of her and put on her heels while she sits and pets your hair, somehow you just “need to get the heel in” or “clean up this one dirtied spot” for 30 minutes.
You two get that extra time by her side in her room (she kindly requested all her maids leave) to tease her while she does her hair and for her to make fun of your choppy haircut under the mask, how it looks like a helmet in itself when you don’t ruffle it up from how sweaty it gets from the armor.
You really treasure that time with her before she has to leave and you two pretend to be strictly business once more until she gets to go outside with you.
It feels like hell standing at the side with your sword watching her busy herself with a smile despite not wanting to and just… staring. Unable to do anything about it (you end up somehow doing something about it at times, but still). She tries not to look at you, cause she knows damn well you’re the only one who can feel how little she wants to do any of those things.
You carry her out the castle that day, bridal style. You sit her down in the grass in your arms, you sit with your back at the tree and knees folded, but outwards, while she sits a bit in front of you at your right. She puts her legs over your lap from the side and fold them, her torso on your rights and feet planted at the left besides your lap with her knees just in front of you to the side of your face, and use your right arm to cradle her back towards you as she leans on you.
She’s not the best with relaying her problems, but she’s known you since you two were kids, and you’ve known her. She knows she can’t hide from you. So she either sits there and talks about gossip going on between royals or vents about her problems, and it hurts if it’s the latter a bit. She looked so drained. You’ve seen her when she danced with you, painted with you by her side or when she watches you write, when she kills a suitor who’s been creeping up on her for weeks, you’ve seen her genuinely smile and laugh and blush. It really makes you wonder how someone could be hurting her like this. Surely no one’s seen her real smile before, if they did they would never do anything to give her such a dead, dejected expression.
You just cradle her a bit and brush her hair away from her face, kiss her forehead and remind her how much you adore her true self and feelings with your gaze.
It makes her recall the days you two were more awkward, how you’d stare at her, she had a beauty that took up most of your diaries. The first time you see her kill, it’s heaven. You watched her so longingly below your visor for so long.
And you noticed how eventually, you’d catch her break eye contact with the people to catch a glimpse of you, to which of course you straighten up your posture.
Back to now, and from then, it became routine to sneak her out of her castle, brush off the dirt you so rudely stained her gown with, and watch the sun rise with her.
Genuinely it amazes her how passionate you are to just simply hold the door open, you never let her do it. Not out of ego or pride, just because it became routine.
She always does the honors of knighting you.
Her favourite thing is catching you do so well in training and then mess up the second you see her out of nerves.
And YES she notices that you flex your shoulders in front of her.
It’s fine she comments on how strong you are you get what you want.
The very second you’re bloodied from a fight you always go in and get on your knees at her feet while she sits on the bed, head in her lap. Though, she’s less so crazy about your priorities being to get in her arms. Of course you always comply with your princes’s orders and let her clean you up a little bit before slowly moving you to her bed with you to cuddle on top of her instead of sit on the floor like a dog.
Yes yes she lovingly treats you like a dog at times too.
Though, she acknowledges the violence you see and she can recognize your wounds. She acknowledges how strong you whole while recognizing how scared you must have been and how little you deserved all that to happen to you.
She’s the only person who knows how much of a nerd you are over flowers, to which you always bring her the prettiest flowers in the land with very specific meanings. She teases you for it but it’s the first time she’s ever felt so seen, every flower and scent and meaning matches her, perfectly. You always throw in some of her favourites, white roses.
You wonder if one day she’ll meet a suitor who’s more rich and conventionally higher in status than you and it worries you a bit, when she’ll start seeing you as dirty and not enough. But she assures you that day will never come, and it never does.
None of her suitors hold a candle to you.
Her favourite thing about you grew to be your eyes, you had thick eyebrows and pretty eyes that had a bit of a feminine touch to them, and depending on what helmet you wear, she gets to see them even if she has to sacrifice seeing the rest of your face.
A shit ton of condescending praise, and pretending to need you for stuff in a teasing way even though she does it just so you can frantically run to her and do things for her. It’s fun to watch.
You write so, so much about your gorgeous princess.
She’s become very fond of your hand kisses, but even more of your forehead kisses.
She kisses the top of your hair a lot and ruffles with it.
You genuinely faint when you see her try on your armor one day.
Sometimes you wear a frog face helmet just to cheer her up when she’s sad.
Imagine the song “lovesick” by laufey if it were written in medieval times.
You share with your friend why dealing with elves as a knight is not recommended.
(Author's note: Sunnie @a-contemplation-upon-flowers . I kinda got inspired by the reaction and the prompts together, so summoning you here to see this.)
Warnings: A lot of bedroom jokes, and reader being low key scared of the elves.
Knight!Friend: Hey buddy! Great news, we got a job opportunity from the elves. The pay's good.
Knight!You: Yeah, I think I'm gonna sit this one out.
Knight!Friend: Oh come on, what got you so reluctant? Didn't your last trip with the elves go successfully? I heard they liked you very much.
Knight!You: Yeah, a bit too much.
Knight!Friend: Huh?
Knight!You: It turns out the elves like a strong mortal in an armor.
Knight!You: Remember the Noldors I told you about?
Knight!Friend: Yeah?
Knight!You: Well, I worked a job for the Sons of Feanor and they initially did not expect much from me, but after I effortlessly slayed a beast for them. Their opinion of me changed pretty quickly.
Knight!You: The second oldest brother, the minstrel, took an easy liking to me. I didn't think much of it because I thought I could handle him and keep things professional till the end of my employment. But then…
Knight!Friend: What?
Knight!You: The third brother, the hunter, and the twins, the younger ones, also took a special liking to me.
Knight!You: The third brother was very keen on challenging my physicie in both friendly and not-so-professionally friendly match. I do not think I ever met someone who looked at me with such animalistic desire.
Knight!You: And then there were the twins. One would have been fine, but two very identical twins wanting to see what was beneath my armor was enough to make me feel threatened.
Knight!You: Honestly, I felt like I was being hunted. And it did not bring me a lot of comfort to know that only one of them wasn't a hunter by profession.
Knight!You: And then the second oldest brother caught on what was happening, and before I even knew it, I woke up in his bed.
Knight!Friend: Damn! I didn't know they were freaky like that.
Knight!You: Yeah, apparently, they get ten times more intense when it comes to competing with their siblings.
Knight!You: I couldn't walk for three days!
Knight!You: *sighs and shakes your head* I now understand why master told us to watch out for bards. You really do end up in their bed if they take a liking to you.
Knight!You: I did not dare to stay and see what the other three would have done. But I fled when I caught the attention of one of their cousins.
Knight!Friend: Damn! Honestly, I don't really see an issue with an elf wanting to take me to their bed--- let alone four. Sounds like a bonus.
Knight!You: My friend. I'm just going to say this once because I care about you. Those elves are animals when it comes to meddling in the sheets. It's a battle you will not win and you will be left physically exhausted, unable to walk, and severly dehydrated because they will not stop until they're satisfied.
Knight!You: *takes a heavy breath* Anyway, which elf group is the job from?
Knight!Friend: Oh, let me check *looks into the job paper* Ah! The Noldor.
As Princess Luthien's Sentinel Knight, you have sworn to be her protector and loyal friend. But now, with her lover trapped in darkness and your king's decision to keep Luthien caged in her own home. You are left in a difficult position in choosing between following your king's orders or allowing your charge to escape and rescue her lover from the darkness.
(Author's note: Started with my obsessions with knights, and then an idea of how tragic and depressing it would be for Luthien's Sentinel Knight)
Warnings: angst, mentions of Sentinel's life, the whole Silmarillion quest, Thingol not being a good dad, reader being hella confused and conflicted about what to do, mentions of possible banishment, and death by grief.
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Since the beginning of your existence, when you answered Melian’s summons to become a guardian of her family and people, you have never struggled to follow your given purpose.
As a Sentinel Knight, your duty is to protect your charge—a responsibility you and your brethren willingly accepted, for it gave you purpose and allowed you to take physical form.
The Firstborn children of Ilúvatar once regarded you with apprehension. Though you take forms that resemble them, your imposing armor and lack of understanding of basic emotions make you seem distant. They did admire your loyalty and found reassurance in the protection you and your brethren provided.
After some time, you noticed how they often looked at you with pity. You have even overheard whispers about how the life of a Sentinel is a cruel one.
Perhaps it was. You give your life for your charge without a second thought, never considering your own well-being. You do not hesitate to put yourself in danger. Yet, though bound by duty, you and your brethren are not incapable of learning to understand basic emotions.
You have come to know anger, sadness, and confusion—emotions you have witnessed countless times and even experienced yourself. However, one emotion remains foreign to you: love.
It was something you had observed in many different forms. You had seen families, couples, and friends sharing what was described as love. You had listened to countless interpretations of it and even formed your own understanding of it. Yet, it remained an enigma to you.
Even your brethren spoke of it in vague terms and claimed that to truly understand love, you had to experience it firsthand. You never found the time to dwell on it and eventually came to believe that perhaps it was something you did not need to know. You had a purpose, and that was all that mattered.
Until you became Princess Lúthien’s Sentinel.
You first met her when she was a child. Fascinated by you and the other Sentinels, she was eager to befriend you. You swore your loyalty and duty to her and realized too late how handful your charge was to be.
As her personal Sentinel, you were bound to follow her orders—so long as they did not compromise her safety or well-being. However, her energy and playfulness left you often chasing her around through the woods when playing hide and seek. Or when you have to save her from getting hurt in close-call accidents. She introduced you to new emotions: exhaustion, mild annoyance, and, on occasion, a hint of impatience.
Looking after her was no easy task. At times, you even began to doubt your ability to protect her, as she seemed to seek out danger on purpose.
However, you then became used to her quirks and rather outgoing personality.
She found great comfort in you as her declared friend, even though your duty was to stand guard over her, not to take on such a casual caretaker role.
It made you feel a strange warmth in your chest. It slowly dawned on you that you could not imagine her as anything else because everything she was now was what made her… her.
And eventually… you came to understand that you loved her. She was your princess, but she had made it clear she wanted to be someone you considered a friend—and she had succeeded. You loved her for who she was and valued her as a friend, someone you could turn to for guidance when the complexities of the world confused you.
Love, in all its forms, was vast and perplexing. You were still baffled by its many meanings. But out of love for your charge, you made yourself a promise to always be there to guard her safety and beautiful her heart. Because her happiness also became yours.
But things became difficult when she grew up into an adult and took a mortal man as her lover. Thingol did not take the news of his daughter courting a mortal man well and bestowed a challenge on the man – to retrieve a prized jewel from Morgoth’s crown in order to marry Luthien. Any kind of person would have considered that challenge impossible, but Beren, Luthien’s lover, was not deterred. He accepted the challenge, even calling it a small prize, before departing Doriath.
It left Luthien fearful and anxious for her lover’s sake. It made you feel helpless and confused. You did not know how to ease her troubles and you felt confused as to why the mortal man would accept such a challenge.
You had heard your share of tales about the secondborns and the things how unlike they were compared to elves. Also, they did not exist in Arda for eternity like the elves did. You did not know if it was arrogance or foolish courage, taking something so valuable from the fallen Vala’s crown was not something that could be accomplished without great loss. You doubt even you and your brethren could fulfill such a task though your nature would have made you try.
You tried your best to ease Luthien’s emotional turmoil but the separation had already left her feeling distant with her family. You understood your king’s wish to protect his daughter, a mortal man who will pass away in the blink of an eye might not be the best partner for an elf. However, you did understand Luthien's anger towards her father. You have heard parents finding out their child's newfound love was something to be celebrated, but Thingol had done the opposite and given a challenge that will either scare them away or lead them to certain death.
A few months passed before Lúthien revealed that she could sense Beren imprisoned in darkness, his life hanging by a thread. She shared this knowledge with her parents and expressed her desire to save him.
A small part of you hoped Thingol would see reason—that he might send you and an escort to aid her in rescuing Beren. You were more than capable of protecting her. You yourself did not have a strong opinion about the mortal man, but he was the only one who could dispel Luthien’s troubles, so you were willing to aid him. But instead, Thingol refused and ordered Lúthien to be confined in a treehouse to prevent her from leaving.
You were left helpless. Your charge had been confined, and you were ordered to stay on the ground to secure the perimeter of the treehouse – away from her reach.
Confusion weighed heavily on you—why had your king made this decision? But more than that, you felt a pang of distress as you watched Lúthien suffer, tormented by this betrayal of trust.
You had been taught that love was meant to be cherishing and nurturing. You had seen the love your king and queen held for their daughter. In your understanding, love should never be something that brings pain and torment.
But now… your king had all but condemned her lover to die and confined her in what could only be described as a cage. Your queen, despite her great wisdom, remained silent. Lúthien’s once-loyal friend had exposed her courtship, setting this chain of events into motion. Her own people obeyed the orders given, regardless of the pain it caused her.
And with her imprisoned, Beren could die—alone and without aid.
All of it was causing her nothing but grief and sorrow.
This was not how love is supposed to be… right?
Thingol had you report to him regarding Lúthien. You shared how the separation and confinement were deeply affecting her, even asking if this truly was what was best for her.
He replied that even if he had allowed her to continue her courtship, she would have suffered the same grief for a man who wouldn’t live to see the beginning of their marriage—had he allowed them to marry at all.
He believed her love for Beren was temporary, and that with time, she would come to understand this and eventually let it go.
Then, he issued an order: you were to ensure that Lúthien did not leave Doriath, even if she attempted to escape.
His answer left you conflicted. From everything you had seen, the love of an Eldar was never temporary. And in your experience, Lúthien was someone who loved with all her heart—no one in her life had ever been temporary.
This separation was slowly eating away at her spirit. It was something only Beren could heal.
You were bound to follow your king’s orders when necessary, but his actions had only caused her grief. If you followed his orders, would you simply add to that grief?
This time, you followed your orders reluctantly. Now, you waited at the edge of the wood, where you knew Lúthien would come. Your clever princess had grown her hair long enough to fashion a rope to escape her cage and had woven a cloak that would enchant her guards into sleep.
Since you were no ordinary elf, her enchantment would have no effect on you.
However, you were conflicted by this order. Was this truly the right choice for her?
Lúthien soon appeared, passing the tree and coming into view.
"Lúthien," you said softly, startling her.
"Oh, (Name). It's you. I’m relieved to finally see you again," she smiled, her expression filled with relief.
You looked at her, your gaze hardening.
“Princess, your father has given me a direct order to stop you if you attempt to escape,” you said, your tone low—tinged with shame.
“(Name)... I can’t go back,” she said, her voice filled with urgency. “Beren needs me. He’s alone, at the mercy of the darkness. If I don’t help him… he might die. I can already sense the death surrounding him,” she explained.
You lowered your gaze, your eyes heavy with conflict as you stared at the grass.
“Come with me, (Name). As my Sentinel Knight, you are bound to follow my orders and keep me safe from harm,” she said, her voice pleading.
“I know,” you replied softly. “But I am also bound to follow your father’s orders… and his command is to stop you from leaving.”
“(Name), please…” Lúthien said, grasping your armored hands, her eyes pleading with you. “Don’t turn on me like everyone else.”
Her words struck deep, making your heart feel heavy at the thought of betraying her.
“Beren is a good man—one of the kindest, gentlest, and with the most loving heart I’ve ever seen. You’ve seen him yourself. You wouldn’t have allowed me to court him otherwise,” she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion.
You didn’t know what to say.
It was true.
You had watched her love for the man grow, even though she sometimes asked for space, your duty required you to stand at a distance. You had seen her meet Beren for the first time—how he appeared, rough and unkempt, yet he did not gaze at her and see her beauty alone. His first treatment of her was what made you believe he wasn’t dangerous.
You watched their love flourish, something you found strange—love between lovers was something you hardly understood. Yet, despite Beren’s rather foolish decision to accept the challenge, you saw that he genuinely loved her.
That was why Thingol had you remain at a distance from her— since she asked, you had willingly kept their affair a secret from him.
"I beg of you, my friend. If you force me to stay, Beren will die. If he dies, I fear I will have no reason to continue living," she said, her voice breaking with emotion.
You gripped your wrist at the thought. Despite the Elves' incredible resilience, they were fragile when it came to matters of love. They could die from profound grief, a sorrow that could extend beyond their very souls. The most common cause of this was the death of their lovers.
The idea of Lúthien dying from grief was something you couldn’t bear. Yet, by defying your orders, you would be putting her at risk by allowing her to leave the safety of the girdle. However, If you followed your king's commands, Lúthien might suffer a death from grief—a fate you couldn’t fight against—failing your duty to keep her safe and ensure her well-being.
Is this what love was?
You had heard of the stories of Sentinels having known love for their charges, only to be consumed by maddening grief or hatred if they failed to protect them. They either fell in battle through hatred or guarded their charge’s graves until their bodies were no more in grief. The most prominent tale was of the Sentinels of the former King Denethor, who, even to this day, still guard his grave.
If you fail Luthien, you might face a similar fate.
The outside world was dangerous and would put your charge at risk, and your king would certainly have you banished if you disobeyed his orders. But if you follow his orders and Beren dies, Luthien might die with a grieving heart. Both choices could bring death to her.
What should you do?
You tried to think of something, anything, but nothing came to mind. There was no clear path forward. However, one truth became clear: A death by grief was something you could not prevent. But you could stop the death brought on by those who would wish harm upon your charge.
And there was only one path that could give you that chance.
"Fine..." you said, catching her attention.
Luthien looked at you, her expression filled with anticipation.
"I have my orders," you continued, "but my duty to protect you and ensure your well-being is my primary responsibility. If you believe that Beren's death will compromise your well-being, then I have no choice but to follow your lead."
Relief washed over Luthien's eyes, and for the first time since Beren’s departure, she smiled.
"Thank you, my friend," she said, her voice soft but filled with gratitude.
"I hope you know what you're doing," you said, a hint of concern in your voice. "I’ll most likely be banished for disobeying your father’s orders."
"However, with me by your side, I can ensure your safety in the outside world," you continued, your resolve firm.
"Now, come. We better leave now. It will not be long before someone will notice our absence," you urged, your tone decisive.
Together, you stepped beyond the safety of the girdle and the forests of Doriath.
Taking your first step beyond the safety of your home left you feeling nervous, even fearful. You were doing what a Sentinel should never do—breaking your oath to your king. But Luthien’s well-being and safety had become your priority the moment you swore your loyalty to her. You would rather see her live a life with someone she had chosen than watch her die from grief, heartbreak, and loss.
If banishment was the price you have to pay for defying your orders, so be it. For her, you would face any consequence, as long as it meant she would live and her pain would be no more.
