I could really use the comfort of, and am very curious about, a ficlet of Aragorn or Faramir comforting the reader after they get home from a long day? Thank you so much ❤️
Ask and thou shall receive! I chose to write Aragorn because I see you've discovered my recent Faramir fics ❤️
❝𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞❞ « ficlet »
Pairing: Aragorn X GN!Reader
Wordcount: 0.6k | TWs: None
Coming home, you've hardly stepped foot inside your chambers when you hear his voice. "I was beginning to think something had happened to you."
No matter how many times you'll hear him, no matter how obvious he is now that he's spoken to you, you still jump a little as Aragorn's voice seems to speak out of the darkness. Closing the door behind you, you give him a tired smile, "Must you always attempt to make no noise and frighten me to death?"
"I had no such intention," his voice is quiet as he protests, although you can hear his footsteps now as he crosses the room to join you, "And I did not attempt to make no noise."
It is a habit he struggles to switch off, even as king, "Are you sure?"
"I take care not too when you come home in the darkness." A gentle kiss is placed on your forehead, "If I may be so bold, I suggest that you are tired."
There's enough in you to fake a scandalised gasp, and you are rewarded by Aragorn laughing as the two of you walk further inside. There's a fire burning in the corner of the room, and over it is a little tea left. Leaving you to take off your outside layers, Aragorn goes to the fire and pours some of the liquid into a cup, "Do you want some, or would you prefer to wait a little while?"
You can smell something slightly floral, "What is it?"
"Tea, mainly, with a little athelas." At your hum of approval, Aragorn presses the first cup into your hands and pours another one for himself.
For a little longer there is a gentle quietness between the two of you and the fire, only listening to its ambient noise as another log is broken down. The steady presence not of words but of Aragorn's gaze on you, taking its time to trace your body and somehow see what is stiff - but never lingering too long to feel intrusive. Eventually enough of you is back to speak, "Thank you for the tea. I think I can feel the headache starting to ease."
"I believe that will be the kiss." Aragorn says it so quickly you know he's been waiting for you to make some sort of comment, even if it does make you smile.
"The kiss?" You only need to shuffle a little to move into him, and it takes far too much effort to not immediately lean onto the man. Instead you turn your face to him, long enough for him to come close and give you a true kiss this time. He is still gentle against your lips, and even when he withdraws his own the rest of him moves close enough that you truly can lie down. An arm wraps around you as quickly as you do, hugging you closer. Now that the silence is broken you speak about nothing in particular, mainly the fire and the fact it seems less bitterly cold in Minas Tirith now. That Aragorn swears he sees the sun sooner each day, and that its mood is affecting even the councillors now. Work as an issue is only skirted around, devoted to him giving a disapproving hum as you briefly share a few details.
Eventually, the thought dawns on you to ask, "What did you think had happened to me with my delay?"
A touch of humour enters his voice, "You had stumbled upon something terrible."
"Mm?"
"Another stack of paperwork, perhaps."
A/N: Recently reached 50 people on my taglist?? So, might share some stats at one point. The one time I enjoy maths (ofc not saying who is tagged for what)
Hello, recently I've read through (and adored) some of your works but my absolute favorite was about the dwarves with a tall reader so can I please request some headcannons for a very tall human gn reader being taller than the elves? (mainly Thranduil, Elrond, Lindir and Haldir but also really anyone you'd like even characters from other races). I have noticed you have a lot of requests at the moment so there's absolutely no pressure for this, incredible art takes time and inspiration and your works are worth waiting for 💜
Hi, thank you so much for the kind works - and for your part at the end! Hopefully I haven't taken my time too much and you still want this. I'm very weak to height differences as well.
✧ Legolas has a rather bias sample of humans who he has met and interacted with, and so most are around or above his height.
✧ It's something that he's simply accepted, a fact of the matter, until he meets you.
✧ Because, for the first time, something about looking up to you feels more intimate.
✧ The fact that you can reach over his head take what you need almost effortlessly, the fact it's you who warns him when he needs to duck, the time he accidentally tried to take your elvish cloak before realising that it was too big for him.
✧ The feelings get worse when you make it to Rohan, and he realises that almost no-one there comes to his height.
✧ You catch his eye across the room in Meduseld, effortlessly above the other people, and he tries to smile at you while hoping that his blush isn't too obvious. That he can play it off as heat from being in the enclosed space, or perhaps an effect of the drinking game.
✧ You realise that something's changed, because the day after Legolas blushes slightly when he looks up at you.
✧ There's no blush when he looks up to Aragorn, or when Aragorn reaches above him. But there is from you.
✧ A small part of you wants to tease the elf, but the larger part that's uncertain - that wants to know if this is courtship, or something else - wins out and is more subtle.
✧ When you finally ask him to court you, it is romantic and focused on the two of you together. Your personalities and what you've been through.
✧ Your first kiss, with him waiting almost impatiently for you, is the first time it crosses your mind again (although you imagine the flush on his cheeks is more the confession over anything else).
✧ Legolas is very open in asking for kisses from you, politely waiting for you to lean down.
✧ He is also very big on being the little spoon; a mixture of his lack of experience in being in someone's arms like this, and because of how nice it feels for you to hold him completely.
✧ Towards the beginning of your relationship there are moments he wishes he could kiss you more spontaneously, but quickly learns to take advantage of the time you spend sitting down together.
𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥
✧ In truth, Thranduil is the only elf who truly has a problem (even if he would never voice it out loud at the start) about you being taller than him; stemming far more from his own self-worth than a problem with you.
✧ That being said, it also motivates him to be the first elf to truly act on this and use it to his advantage.
✧ When he's told he will be meeting a human, he thinks it unusual. But nothing more than that. Nothing more than what an advisor has told him.
✧ What he doesn't expect is for you to be taller than him (for anyone to be taller than him, truly).
✧ As you walk into the room, his eyeline doesn't quite meet yours - instinctively looking too low.
✧ For the first time in his life, he has to correct it by looking up at you. You can see the shock in his eyes for only a second, before it schools into neutrality.
✧ His gaze still can't resist glancing all over you, taking you in with an intensity you didn't expect.
✧ Thranduil is perfectly formal for the rest of the meeting, although every now and then he'll slip up if he turns away from you for two long.
✧ At first both of you ignore it, but eventually he apologises. It's brief and quiet, but the thought still makes you smile.
✧ You notice the stock he puts in it, the way he's slightly fascinated by you being taller than him, the first time he asks to court you. When the two of you are close enough he cannot simply gaze up, but has to tilt his head slightly.
✧ Realising the slight stiffness of his stance, you ask, "Is there something wrong?"
✧ "Not at all," his reply is quick, "Only I have never been kissed in this position, and I fear without practice I will only be... adequate."
✧ You did not think he would kiss you at all, and you can feel your cheeks heating up, "Without practice?"
✧ A hand reaches up to your face, tilting your head slightly down and closer to him. "I intend to kiss you many times. Unless you object?"
✧ He waits for you to say something, or to shake your head.
✧ When you do, there is only the briefest pause before he reaches up to kiss you. Still initiating but, for one of the first times, allowing himself to have to lean up to be kissed by you when he wants more.
✧ The first kiss is more than adequate, although as the two of you draw apart he murmurs about needing to test it more, still.
𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫
✧ Even with arrows pointed towards you, there's someone's gaze that makes you feel especially watched. Observed. Although not quite judged.
✧ At first you think it's just paranoia, but then it persists even after the bows are put away and you've started to walk to Lothlorien.
✧ It is after you've finally been let in, and you are all walking to your destination, that you finally realise who it belongs to. Haldir looks over you more obviously before speaking, "I thought that mortals were reliably shorter than elvenkind, when not aided by Númenórean blood."
✧ You stiffen slightly at the words, unsure if they're an insult or an observation. The former, possibly, from the most ethereal creatures on Middle Earth.
✧ And then he corrects your view, "Forgive me, you have taken offence when there is none meant."
✧ He tilts his head slightly up to correctly meet your gaze, a small smile on his face, "Technically, it was only an observation. Although I find your height to be... preferable."
✧ "Preferable?" Your mind tries to attribute it to a tactical advantage, or perhaps just the way that some elves seem to speak to humans.
✧ Until you notice the slight blush on his face, almost hidden by the way he's illuminated in silver. By the fact he said it so frankly to you, unashamedly, and only smiled for a moment before turning away.
✧ There's a delay before you can see Haldir again, wandering around Lothlórien; you recognise his gaze before you turn around to see him, waiting a little away from you.
✧ He's polite as he reintroduces himself, and the first part of your conversation is about Lothlorien before it comes naturally to a close.
✧ Haldir opens his mouth to speak, hesitates, and the continues, "When we first met, I thought a greater height was considered more attractive by men, was it not?"
✧ "I-" This time it's your turn to be flustered as he waits patiently for you, perfectly staring into your eyes. "It can be viewed as compliment, but I assumed that for a mortal to be taller than an elf was..."
✧ For the first time, you see the elf truly grin "That I should fear my status around you, and have a sudden urge to prove myself to make up for the extra hair or so?"
✧ "Well." You look him up and down, a smile forming on your face as well, "I would not say that it's only a hair's difference between us."
✧ "No?" Haldir questions, and suddenly you realise that you're standing so close to him. It is a shorter distance than you thought, but a longer one that what he suspected.
✧ Then, he raises his heels slightly, bringing his lips to yours, "And now?"
𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫
✧ Height should not affect him. Height should not affect him.
✧ It's the mantra he keeps repeating to himself as he prepares himself to see you yet again, to ask you to do something for him and stare away (so much that it goes back into being obvious).
✧ When Lord Elrond had first told him of the young scribe - the young human scribe - he was supposed to look over for a while he'd been a little annoyed.
✧ Not that he could refuse him, or that he could take it out on you.
✧ Lindir had resolved to say most things in his head once-over to make sure the bit of skepticism and irritation didn't seep out, and then he had met you.
✧ And known that, bar very specific circumstances, he could likely never be annoyed at you at all.
✧ Lindir is incredibly helpful in figuring out what you're stuck on, and soon the brief question you had on a certain tome turns into a long conversation on nothing in particular.
✧ Then one day, with a slightly red face, Lindir asks if you'll help him organise some of the top shelves that he can't reach without a footstool.
✧ You assume the blush is largely due to it being an awkward question, but you're happy to oblige.
✧ "Thank you." There seems to be genuine awe in his eyes as you finish sorting them for the day, "You are truly wonderous."
✧ "I-" You can feel yourself get a little flustered, "Thank you, Lindir."
✧ His eyes widen slightly when he realises what he's said. The blush on his face gets deeper, and for a moment the two of you stare at each other before mutually agreeing not to talk about it.
✧ The next day, you still help with the books even if both of you feel that something's changed. But it is a something you try to ignore, for now.
✧ It takes a while for Lindir to gain the courage to ask you to court him, although when he does it's beautiful.
✧ There's no mention of your height during the confession, although you can't help but smile as he relaxes into your chest and realises how much he can lean into you.
✧ (Lindir still enjoys sending you on quests to the library's top shelf occasionally.)
𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐝
✧ Elrond also has a biased sample when it comes to height, but even so he is usually one of the taller people.
✧ That being said, this does not go against you in any way. In fact, it is quite the opposite.
✧ Because Elrond has a longer time to realise how much he appreciates the people who are taller than him.
✧ It's usually only in the little things, that they can fetch books from the shelf on the library just above him because he doesn't want to use a footstool. That they're nice to hug, because he can lean onto them and rest in a way he usually can't.
✧ He had never contemplated the... less platonic benefits of a tall partner, until one day he finds himself thinking about it with you.
✧ There's a rather unfortunate timing on that part, because only a short time after this thought first appears in his mind you come up to him.
✧ It isn't a scheduled meeting, just one of the visits that you tend to surprise him on. One you don't see anything wrong with until Elrond doesn't meet your eyes for a moment.
✧ "Are you," you pause for a moment, suddenly feeling awkward for asking the healer such a question, "Are you okay?"
✧ "Yes." Elrond forces himself to look up again, "Thank you for asking. Now, what can I do for you?"
✧ The little awkwardness is quickly forgotten in your meeting, and it's only near the very end when it comes up again.
✧ Sitting at your normal spot, you straighten slightly to allow Elrond to lean on you as he often does. Except this time he stays straight up as well.
✧ For his part, it is because he knows he'll blush. Because you'll realise that he stills this gesture that has been friendship for so long as something romantic, and think that's all the bond between you was.
✧ And then, as he notices your straightness turn to stiffness, he realises he's made a mistake.
✧ On your part, there is a moment as you consider moving closer. And then you begin to stand up to leave before his hand takes yours.
✧ Elrond is gentle as he does it, but there's a quiet insistence to the grip. This time he looks into your eyes, and in the sunlight you think you can make out blush. Or perhaps just a smile.
✧ The first words out of his mouth are that you've done nothing wrong. The second ones are more awkward, more personal.
✧ Not an explicit confession but, as Elrond looks up at you - both of his hands now holding yours - you know what he's trying to say.
✧ You know, when he tilts his head slightly up, that he wants to kiss you (or rather, you to kiss him). You're certain that he wants to kiss you when he greets you as you lower your lips to his.
A/N: Wow, these got long. Hope people enjoyed and you had/are having a nice Valentine's by yourself or with others. I know I only put elves, but if I had to pick a non-elf who would love a tall partner.... Boromir.
Also omg the taglist is full today. That's what I get for having Thranduil and Legolas on one post, I suppose.
It's finally here! The document I've been threatening to put together for ages 📯
Compiled in one place are all my notes on neologic Rohanese, reverse engineered from the few legitimate Rohanese words we have and supported by Anglo-Saxon and Old Norse.
Following the linguistic sections are multiple sections discussing my personal framework for Rohirric culture, extrapolating from historical, mythological, and archaeological sources pertaining to the Iron Age Norse. The entire document is sourced; superscripts within the text can be connected to the links in the final section.
At the very least, I hope you enjoy reading it!
If you use anything from this document in your own writing, please reblog/share this post!! (and maybe send me a link? I'd love to see more folks' neologic Rohanese conversions)
I believe I mention them in the document, but I want to credit @theshakespearetrash for assisting with some of the conversions present in the neologic dictionary, for encouraging me with this project, and just listening to me ramble about Rohan all the time 💚💛
Hello! Just wanted to ask if you could maybe do Vampire!Reader x Legolas. And maybe Thranduil accidentally finding out by stumbling on Reader drinking Legolas blood...
Don't have to, but if you do thank you!
So, I have done this. It's taken me very certainly too long, but I have done this! There is no Thranduil (in this part, at least...) but there is certainly vampire!reader, Legolas/reader, and blood drinking. Well, as much blood drinking as I could put while keeping this as a SFW blog. You're free to imagine what happens after, of course.
❝𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬❞ « one-shot »
Pairing: Legolas X GN!Vampire!Reader
Wordcount: 4.1k
TWs: Blood, 'reader' feeds on animals (non-graphic)
Summary: The first time you meet him, the thing most on your mind is what he will do if he finds out you're a vampire. If this elf could kill you. On the subsequent meetings, it is hard not to warm up to him.
The first time Legolas sees you, his bow is drawn before you can even stand. For you're dropped to one knee over something, the blood splatter beneath you small enough that only an elf would be able to see it from so far away. And, to just your luck, it's an elf that stumbles across you.
"What are you doing?" The question has some curiosity in it, but there is mostly an implied demand. For you to stop and justify whatever actions you are partaking in before you continue.
Taking your mouth from the animal's neck, you keep low to the ground and try not to move. "I am hunting."
"Hunting?" There's still a little skepticism in his voice, but your answer seems to have dispelled most mistrust. "Why were you not with a hunting party?"
"I have no hunting party." You're careful to rise slowly, keeping the same pace when you turn around.
The elf standing in front of you is beautiful, with long hair that sits on the cusp between silver and blond; his bow hangs by his side, although you can tell it must have been pointing at you by the arrow that still hangs in it. You can feel his eyes sweep over you, and you resist the temptation to move your hand to wipe at your mouth. If there was blood on it, the arrow would probably have already flown.
"You are no elf." For a moment you can feel yourself tense, gripping onto your knife again, before he simply continues, "Why do you hunt in Mirkwood if it is not your birthplace, and is miles away from the nearest human settlements?"
You wonder for a moment how few humans enter Mirkwood, if he can still mistake you for one. Or perhaps you underestimate your ability to stay hidden. The truth isn't exactly an answer you can give, but the words are not complete lies, "I grew up in Laketown, but I have no wish to live there any longer. Mirkwood has been a good home for me."
There's some surprise on his face at the last part of your statement, but pride creeps into his face as well. "I am glad you appreciate it, few mortals can."
At his choice of words you can't help but laugh a little, "Few mortals indeed."
The silence becomes more awkward, and your eyes flicker to the corpse next to you. "I hope I haven't broken any rules in hunting here?"
"No." His fingers tap against the bow, but you realise it's more out of shame than a threat. "I should not have drawn on you. Do you need help in taking the deer back to your home?"
His question makes you curse internally. Normally you would simply drain the creature dry and leave it with a wound where the puncture marks were, hoping that it either wouldn't be discovered or wouldn't be seen as suspicious. The elf noticing your presence certainly hasn't helped. And yet you keep your tone neutral yet polite, "No, but thank you."
"If you are certain. Safe travels." He turns to leave, before looking briefly over his shoulder again. "My name is Legolas - it was good to meet you."
Before you can give him your own name he's fully left, walking among the trees with such speed only an elf can perform. Or a feat that you could attempt, should you be at your full power; not that living off animal blood in Mirkwood has given you anything close to that. But what could your other option for blood be? There is an irony in being a vampire who refuses to kill thinking creatures like men and elves, and you can feel the toll it takes on your body to not be at full strength. But you can still survive.
Awkwardly, you look at the deer again and contemplate how best to drag this on your own - and where to drag it too. Something deep inside you urges you to simply feed on it now, to forget about the elf and feast, before you take a breath and begin to move. Even though you rarely spill blood any more there’s still a risk of it, and you’ll have to drag it someplace anyway (it wouldn’t exactly help you if you left a bloodless corpse where Legolas had seen you last).
Thankfully, it’s not too arduous to move to a second location that you’re fairly sure is undisturbed. It’s far enough away from the elven kingdom that patrols don’t bother here, and creatures that live in Mirkwood give it a good berth. Perhaps because they know what lurks here in the dark.
Feeding is not always satisfying, but it’s worse now. The paranoia that someone is watching you, inquisitive eyes of blue appearing whenever you shut your own. But Legolas can’t be watching you from here. Surely you would be aware of him?
For the next week, the elf sticks in your mind. You’re unsure what it is about him that stays with you. It must be because he saw you. That you’re simply on edge because the elves of Mirkwood came so close to discovering that a vampire lives in their woods. Except when your mind drifts to him it’s not all fear. There is some, of course, but the little bit of you that’s anxious is equally curious about him.
What he’s like aside from the few words you’ve exchanged. If he’s the type of person that, before all of this, you would sit with in the sunlight and laugh and joke and talk about nothing in particular with. Should it matter if he is when you cannot do that now? Other details stick with you that make no sense to keep. How his voice sounds, the way his eyes had shone when he talked about Mirkwood, the slight tilt of his head both when he had been threatening you and when he had been merely curious. Your mind won’t give you an explanation for why it wants to remember those facts about Legolas.
With little else to do it is a subject that you eventually ponder, beginning to spend the time that you’re not hunting or sleeping thinking as to why the elf could be in your thoughts. It’s harder to realise when your body doesn’t function as it once did, has no blood to send to your face in order to make it warm and to make you feel flush. Instead you have to go through the process of picking up and untangling your feelings.
That perhaps the reason your mind has focused so much on Legolas is because you like him.
Is because, in the short time of him threatening and then questioning you, your mind has decided that he must simply be the perfect person for you to try and bond with.
It has to be because you’ve talked to no-one else for so long and you’re lonely. You can’t remember being this desperate while you were a human. Although did anyone in Laketown come particularly close to Legolas? Is he not, from your memories that are starting to fade, similar to the types of men that you’d occasionally stare at when you had nothing better to do. The one trace of mortality still remaining in you is that you’ll still fall for the same type of person. Except as your humanities left you, seemingly so has your taste for them.
When you’re not hunting, your path begins to stray closer to the elves' territories again. Or at least the last (the only, you remind yourself) place that you saw Legolas. Perhaps this time you can have a proper conversation without the two of you being on guard for most of it. To your surprise, it doesn’t take you long to bump into Legolas again. You’ve been in the place for a little while, taking a moment to rest before thinking about walking, when a voice breaks the silence.
“You’re back.” The voice sounds a mixture of surprise and pleasure. You think. You hope. (You need to stop speculating in your head and talk to him.)
“I-” Now that there’s no immediate tension, no goal of talking to him to try and save your life, there’s an awkwardness you can’t get rid of. “Yes, I am. Not that I exactly left in the first place, just-”
“The world kept trying to make us just miss each other?” He suggests, and this time you can see a small smile on his face. “It was rather cruel of it to have us see each other once then not for so long.”
“Cruel?” You repeat, “You missed me that much after just one meeting?”
You’re not sure what possesses you to tease Legolas, but to your relief he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, you can see a tiny bit of colour come into his cheeks. Blood rushing closer to the surface. Blood-
“Perhaps I did.” His smile becomes a little more impish, and he takes another few steps closer. “I must confess I was - and still am - curious as to how a mortal was living in Mirkwood without its prince knowing.”
“You’ve been asking people about me?” You’re not entirely sure how your voice still manages to keep a jesting tone when for a moment it feels like it’s going to close. It still feels dry. The fact Legolas is a prince? The fact he has asked over you - that more elves will know who you are and your existence here is starting to be threatened?
“Only a little. I was simply curious.” Legolas must have picked up on some of the anxiousness in your voice, but he looks more sheepish than anything because of it. “To have a mortal live within our borders, for me not to know of it. For my father not to know. I was… intrigued.”
"I have not hidden myself from you deliberately," you say, lying before changing the subject, "I did not know you were a prince."
"It is not obvious." Legolas looks to the empty space around the two of you, "Long ago, I was supposed to have guards with me. Decades of proving myself has finally paid off; and I see no need for my status to be announced to everyone I meet."
"Do you not like people drawing attention to your status, your royal highness?" Laketown has never had a king, but you can still bow well enough. At least well enough for teasing.
Whatever emotion was going to go into his eyes melts away into something that might be fondness. You have not seen emotions directed at you for a long time, and even longer since they were something positive and with warmth. "I find most people who over use them to be poor company."
"Is his majesty calling me bad company, then?" You wonder how often he's teased like this in Mirkwood, if at all.
A laugh escapes from him, and he shakes his head, "Not at all. I find you rather fascinating."
"Fascinating?" Most people would ask how, but you're suddenly hyper aware of how you've smiled at him. How his eyes have looked into yours, "I suppose living in Mirkwood is unusual."
"A shame to this forest." Legolas's eyes go from yours and sweep around the glade, focusing on the shadows, "There was a time this place was filled with sunlight instead, and it would have been a gift to live here not just for the presence of elves."
"Mirkwood is still a good place to live. I imagine some will enjoy the shade."
"The spiders and new evils, perhaps," Legolas's tone turns uncharacteristically bitter, and you cannot prevent yourself from tensing a little. He notices the little movements, "Have you truly encountered nothing in your part of the forest? It is part of the reason I have been searching for you, to make sure you can survive here."
"I've been surviving here for- a long enough time now." The slip can be forgiven hopefully, "But I thank you for your concern."
"Looking after the people who are under the crown's protection is one of the few things of royal duties I embrace." Legolas's gaze shifts upwards again, "You have found an oddly lucky patch of the forest, for it to be so far away from the palace and yet not corrupted."
There are plenty of signs for corruption, you are sure, if he tried to look for them. The pale animals, stiff and left uneaten. The occasional droplets of blood that stain grass, without enough rain coming to wash it away for days on end. It is a shame the rest of Mirkwood has fallen far enough that these flaws can escape notice. "Are the grounds around your home still as beautiful as legend?"
"Not quite." Then Legolas steps forward, "But I could show them to you, if you'd like."
To go so near an elven settlement? But to go with their prince. Legolas waits for you, his gaze not obtrusive but still noticeable. "I cannot go today, but perhaps another occasion?"
"Of course." He agrees so quickly, before stepping back, "I hope our next meeting will be soon, then."
You avoid the places that you've seen Legolas in for the next few days. Wish that you could see yourself again in something, even the quick reflection of a stream or in some animal's eyes. How much of a vampire do you look? Can he... can he truly not know? Or is he simply so disconnected from humans that one whose eyes have a red tint and sticks in shadows is viewed as normal? The final option is that he knows, and somehow does not care.
The third to sixth time you meet, you initiate the conversation. Asking Legolas about himself, or bringing up small enough things that you do not have to lie about who you are. He never pushes for you to accompany him anywhere, nor to answer any personal questions. When he does want to know something, it is either not a personal fact, or it is asked by him tilting his head instead of asking a question. Just enough for you to ignore it, and for the conversation to still go on smoothly. There are times he comes closer to following the truth, when you disappear for a longer period of time before awkwardly coming back, but Legolas never seems to mind. Keeps waiting for you.
When the two of you do meet again, it is an accident on your part rather than a want to stumble into him. You had been negligent in going out to hunt - spending your time doing far more useful things like worrying over elven princes - and as a result have almost no blood left to sustain you. Well, enough to find another piece of prey. Not enough to be considered doing well. Your hunting is clumsy as well, enough so that when you sense something so alive and with a hint of blood on it then you go in that direction almost immediately. Only to walk out to find Legolas waiting for you, frowning at a slight cut on his hand. As soon as you enter the clearing he looks up with a smile, rubbing the blood away and waving a hand at you, "It seems I have found the evils that stay where you live: the thorns."
Even though it's not there any more, the whisper of blood draws your attention for too long before you drag your gaze away from it and to him, "Are you attempting to say my thorn bush - that you must have walked into - are worse than the spiders you tell me about?"
"At least I can have my vengeance on the spiders." He glances at the bramble patch, "It does not seem a fair fight between me and a plant."
"Ah, but did the thorn not start this fight?" Normally, you would have walked over by now. Instead you wait it out a little longer, hoping that the smell of blood will become a little less prominent.
"You are correct," Legolas says, and then he looks at you more closely, "I wondered if I could show you the glades around my home today?"
There is still no pressure for you to say yes. You should be saying no. But something in you, the sweet smell of blood quite possibly, makes you want to stay close to him, and so you walk forward. "I would be honoured."
The walk is not as long as you expected, or perhaps it simply flies as it normally does when you talk to Legolas. More creatures are around you the closer you get to the palace, although they are still too shy to do anything but make the quietest of noises and dart around the corner of your vision for just a moment. It is still dark enough for you to be able to move around freely. The closer you get to the glades, the more your mind drifts to the possibility that there are still pockets of sunlight in Mirkwood. That Legolas is taking you to one of those few, magical places - and then how will you hide?
If he notices you growing quieter he says nothing, instead pointing out some of the things that you never thought you would be able to see. Walking on paths that at first seem almost invisible, before melting into something well-used but somehow still natural. The gift of the elves - the gift of all creatures that were created with the intent to fit into Middle Earth, rather than whatever you are. Whatever it is vampires are supposed to bring to the world.
Abruptly stopping, Legolas turns to you with a smile, "We have arrived, come in."
Had Legolas not told you there was a glade in front of you, you would not have noticed it. But you follow him through the sudden dark knot of trees regardless, and when you exit it is beautiful. The glade may not be one, in the strictest sense of the word. Far up above it there are still trees and it is not an entirely open space, but comparative to the rest of Mirkwood it is. The few trees up above block the sunlight in an unusual way, instead of dappling it the glade looks more as though it has been covered in twilight. The occasional shimmers that come through dancing more like stars than anything else. "It is beautiful."
Legolas has been looking at you the whole time, you realise; it seems he didn't quite notice you had finished admiring the place, as this time it is him that looks away. "Thank you. I had hoped you would enjoy it."
He takes the first proper steps into the glade, sitting down near the centre before motioning for you to join him. "There are a few closer to you, or closer to my home, but this one felt most fitting. It... it felt most like you, if that makes sense?"
"I-" You want to say thank you, to somehow express the gratitude for a deed he has not fully acknowledged. That you did not think an elf could associate any other kind with such wonder, or be willing to treat them to it. "It makes sense, I think."
"Good." A shine comes into his eye that is not just a speck of light catching them, "And there are no bramble bushes for adversaries this time."
The remark gets a short laugh out of you, followed by the same one from him. The conversation turns to how it normally does, about things of almost no particular importance, except within the walls of the glade he seems to be getting closer to you. You let him as well, making no attempt to move even when you realise exactly what he's doing. Content to spend the day with him like this, and content to be far closer to him. Absently, his fingers circle one of the flowers in the glen, "Did they ever make flower crowns in Laketown?"
Casting your mind back, you try to think if you had ever made one with friends or with family. "Not often, but sometimes when we went out. Flowers were used more for bouquets than for children's games."
"I do not think it is childish to wish to see you in a flower crown." Legolas leans back slightly, his eyes skimming up and down all of you, "I think you would look quite beautiful in one."
The twilight emboldens you, and the proximity as well. Instead of drawing away, you lean closer, "I have not made flower crowns for far too long. I am afraid you would have to make one for me."
"Would you let me crown you?" Legolas asks, his hand reaching for you. It is slow, almost as if he's afraid you will start, but instead you lean into him. There's a moment as his hand simply rests before it goes up, tangling a little in your hair and pulling him closer to you.
"I would."
The distance is so small now, he is already so close to you, and it is you that closes the gap. Your eyes close briefly as you kiss him, but you can still feel his lips part for you and how he tries to hold you even closer. When you kiss him you're still careful, acting gently to not scrape his lips with your fangs before you eventually withdraw. Legolas follows you in the kiss for a moment, before realising what you're doing and pulling back himself.
It is then that your fang catches slightly on his lip, only enough to make the smallest tear. As the two of you sit back he hardly notices it, only pausing to briefly try and dab it away. An action that does not work quite as planned; blood smearing further on his lips instead of only being a small dot. Another droplet welling up.
You see his eyes widen for a moment, his mouth part slightly as if to say something, before he closes it and gazes into your eyes. The eye-contact is almost hard to notice - fresh blood is so close to you - before you realise why he's staring into your eyes. A vampire's eyes will always go vividly red when there is blood nearby, especially when they need to feed. He knows.
Frozen in his arms, you feel a chill come over you before you try to pull away in self-preservation. The hand still wrapped into your hair stops you, and Legolas keeps you as close as ever. You still shift for a moment, before stopping to look at him, "Do you not... do you not know?"
"I know," the response is quick, but certain. Steady somehow. "Your eyes were red when we first met, but I- I was still curious."
"And you said nothing?" This time he lets you leave his grasp, move away from him slightly.
"I was not sure what to say, I thought... I thought your kind was a myth, until you." Legolas stops, and you suddenly see his face turn pink, "And so I continue to meet you. And then..."
"And then? You decided I wasn't a threat?"
"And then I fell in love." His hand moves closer to you, trying to bridge the gap again, "And then I knew you were not a threat, because if you were you would have already done something. If not in the past, then certainly while we were kissing."
Your hand finds his again, and you can't help laughing a little, "While we were kissing? What do you think I would have done?"
"Well, it is-" Legolas stops and tilts his head, "It is close to my neck, is it not?"
The skin there is smooth, smooth enough that you can see there is no scar. And he keeps it there for a moment, even in view of you. Trusts you to not do anything when some part of you urges to reach out for it, to give it scars and feed. Then Legolas moves closer again, "Does feeding hurt?"
"Does it-" You stop, both to consider it and to see how much his face flushes as he asks the question. "A little, but I... I can be gentle with you."
Another drop of blood comes to his lip, and you can see him resist the urge to lick it away. To keep it there. Legolas closes the distance between the two of you again, and you still wait for him. And then the whisper in your ear "Elves do not break so easily."
A/N: I'm trying to get better at writing kissing scenes. I... do not know if it's working. Also this is mildly inspired by @lady-legolas-greenleaf. My second vampire work, although my first one with Legolas (the other is Aramir).
hiiii i just aaaaate my way through the scenarios and absolutely adored them, esp Boromir.. like he isnt even my fave character in general but you write him so well !!! could you do an SFW alphabet for Eomer (and/or Boromir (just cause it's a joy to read your writing on him)) ofc whenever you feel like it :)))
Thank you so much!! Also the compliments about Boromir, I think these have genuinely made my day?? Sorry for taking so long on your request, but hopefully you enjoy it <3
(Faramir will be next Sunday's update, but Boromir will be after him unless I get an influx of requests)
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Éomer is a very affectionate person, although at the start of your relationship it takes him a little while to realise he can just be affectionate with you. Once you've reassured him, he enjoys coming over and giving you a small hug or a forehead kiss as a form of greeting, as well as affirming his love for you. Éomer likes a lot of small gestures, more constantly, although even though he does it a lot they never lose meaning. He never looks in your eyes with any less love.
He also enjoys spending quality time with you, whenever he can. Éomer enjoys planning dates and scheduling time off for the both of you. You can always tell when a date's approaching when he looks at your calendar with a smile before walking away with a spring in his step, often giving you a true kiss just before he leaves. (Quite fond of simply randomly giving you flowers, there's no particular reason when he does except that the idea occurred to him.)
B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) He treats quite a few of his friendships as he does his relationship with Éowyn. He's very protective, even though he understands you can take care of yourself, and enjoys simply spending time with you. (Also enjoys teasing you.) Éomer could probably start a friendship over almost anything, whether it be a shared interest or simply constant proximity, as he can be very sociable. The fact you become best friends is because of how much he loves spending time with you. Éomer also wants his partner to be one of his closest friends, because he doesn't see the point in dating someone romantically if he can't enjoy spending time with them.
C = Courtship (How do they finally ask you out? What do they do in the days before?) When he realises at the very start, he's quite embarrassed - not spending as much time with you, or with more formal greetings. And then you realise it's because he's scared of messing something up, while attempting to court you. In the end it's Éowyn's advice and gentle pushing that allows him to finally confess to you. When he does he's surprisingly poetical, highlighting how you make him feel - how you make him feel seen, loved. And how he wants to make you feel like that as well.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Éomer absolutely wants to settle down with his betrothed - the idea of a home is very important to him. It's something he's willing to fight for, and when he's fighting it's his motivation. And he wants you to be included in this as well.
He's fairly good at cooking, although not incredible at it. Éomer, unlike his sister, actually has remarkable talent for making stews - they're always rich and filling, something he looks forward to making on a wintery day. Also decent at cleaning, however although he's great at getting rid of dirt and mess he doesn't often go beyond that to make it sparkling. He will put in effort if asked.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) Éomer doesn't want to break up with his partner, but he'd be frank about it. Sit you down and explain that this wasn't working out, waiting for any questions you have before leaving. He feels worst about breaking up, and afterwards will need some time to just sit and reflect. Also feels worse for the longest.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Although he doesn't necessarily go into a relationship looking for a marriage, it's always in the back of his mind. Being a potential heir to an entire kingdom of Rohan, he knows that the person he'll end up being with should be the person who he wants to be able to parade. To stand strong with, no matter what. And, when he meets you, it only takes a few months before he realises that - if he'll ever be king - he wants you on the throne with him as well.
His proposal and the marriage is beautiful, if very traditional, although he takes his time with it. He would be happy to spend time with you without marriage, and he doesn't want to push you into anything.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Éomer is gentle both physically and emotionally, and he's never been ashamed of that. One of the main cultures of Rohan is tied to close relationships and understanding with your mounts, and Éomer is proud to have a close bond with people - one he wants to have with you. Éomer feels having a close understanding with his significant other is incredibly important, and it's something he makes an effort to maintain.
Also is very physically gentle, he enjoys physical contact with you (will never so no to hugs) but is always very careful not to overdo it. Éomer, along with being in touch with your emotions, is in touch with his. This is a man who - if needed - is not afraid to cry in front of you or feel he has to put on a brave face.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like? What about cuddling?) Again, will never say no to hugs but is always very careful with them. Does have quite a strong hug at the start, but quickly relaxes into it once you're both together. Although he enjoys tighter hugs he also likes more casual ones, or hugs where one party is leaning against the other. He'll support you any day, and it makes him feel so happy to know you trust him, but if you're tall/strong enough he will absolutely lean on you. Will often hug as a greeting, or as a goodbye - thinks it's a great way to show affection to you (and to anyone who's interested).
Éomer is also a big fan of cuddles, and after a long day where the two of you simply climb into bed he immediately moves to cuddle with you.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Éomer says it pretty quickly - he is’t one to hide his emotions away, so when he realises that he loves you, he will say it. However, it may come at a more unconventional time - he’s sitting and reflecting on the day when he finally realises it. And he wants you to know about these feelings immediately.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Easily gets a little jealous, but once he’s reached that it doesn’t often progress further. There have been one or two occasions where he is absolutely envious, but he’s also the type to immediately go over to you and try and resolve it. Feels no guilt in coming up to you and giving you a brief kiss, reveling when your eyes shine up at him as his quickly match yours. If it’s somewhere a public kiss isn’t really appropriate, he’ll instead put an arm around your waist or link hands with you. It’s smaller, but still enough affection for him.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Although Éomer will never say no to a quick forehead kiss, either with him giving it to you or you giving it to him, Éomer loves slightly longer kisses. Ones that are more intimate, that he needs to take a breath from when you stop. He loves the closeness that it brings him, and it’s a surefire way to have him look at you like you’re an angel. Again, he loves being kissed on the forehead and longer ones. (Tries not to show it, but adores kisses on the neck from you - makes him feel absolutely cherished, and a little bit more.)
L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Éomer is very good with children, he can tell good stories and is very engaging. Also enjoys spending time with them, and will join in with their pretend games.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) He tends to wake up slightly earlier, having to leave for duties before you’re awake, so misses you quite often. Éomer wakes up a few minutes before he needs to so he can lay by your side, getting ready for the day ahead. When you get up they’ll often be some breakfast ready, or at least a little note. Maybe even a forehead kiss as he whispers that he loves you before being whisked away.
If you’re an early bird, he enjoys having someone to wake up with. Enjoys the fresh morning with you. Although quietly - it’s more in simple smiles as he brings the both of you over for a drink and you allow yourself to wake up, together.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) As he can’t always spend the day with you he enjoys spending the night with you instead. Likes to sit down and eat dinner together, going over the day and slowly unwinding. Most days it leads to the two of you simply laying together, often him pulling you over him, and enjoying being in each other's company as he tries to make you laugh, or the two of you just think together. Goes to bed when you do, and does steal the covers in his sleep.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Éomer had planned on being stoic and more mysterious with you for a little longer, but with your laugh and smile - simply your presence - a lot of his walls break down. He’s comfortable with you, and when he’s comfortable he’s open and honest.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Generally a very patient person, he’s happy to go over the steps with you for the sixteenth time with just as much patience as the first. The only exception is when he’s stressed, in which case his words become more cutting - although he is aware of this. He always apologises after, and even when he’s annoyed he makes sure you know that the anger isn’t directed at you.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Éomer is good at remembering things, he comes from a culture that highly values oracy and doesn’t write too much down so is very used to remembering things if he’s only heard them. In fact, almost all of what he remembers isn’t written down anywhere. Always makes him smile when he’s remembered a small thing, and quickly thinks about how he can incorporate it into a gift or date with you.
R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?) Éomer’s favourite moment in your relationship is probably your first wedding anniversary. He’d set aside the day for the two of you, so when he woke up he could actually stay by your side for the entire time, waiting for you to wake up. Once you did he peppered you with kisses, and the two of you spend the day relaxing in each other's company. He brings you a picnic and the two of you go near the halls, laughing and reminiscing about your relationship so far. He loves this memory because your love your each other is so obvious, although it’s a relatively simple date idea with no frills, just the two of you.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) He is a protective person. Very happy to have you at his side, all day everyday. However, he tries to tone it down and doesn’t often voice these feelings - besides, he’s at your side most days anyway. Éomer doesn’t expect to be protected at all, and when you do for the first time he freezes in awe. The fact you’d stand up for him; he never expected to feel this protected in an argument. (Has a thing for being the little spoon, in some regards because of this, but will deny it.)
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Éomer puts as much effort as he can into dates and anniversaries, which is quite a lot when he’s not doing his duties. Enjoys planning things, and enjoys the blushes and good memories even more. Éomer is also the type of person to keep track of month-averseries, even if he doesn’t do anything with them except let you know and give you a quick kiss. Does enjoy giving gifts, but most of the time it will be flowers instead of anything long-lasting.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Says yes to people’s requests too easily, even if you know he’s overworked. It’s because he wants to look out for his people - but sometimes you have to remind him that other people can help with that, and he needs to take a break too.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Éomer is a soldier, so he doesn’t make himself look the best he can every day. However, he is a lord of Rohan so dresses and keeps himself quite well. (Also is secretly very proud of his hair.)
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) At first, absolutely not. There’s something in him that breaks, and there will always be a little hole in his heart where you were. Throws himself into his work to try and deal with it, and eventually loss of you gets better when he allows himself to process it.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Really enjoys plaiting hair/his hair being plaited. Will happily sit down for an hour or so and just have fun with it. Would weave flowers or trinkets into your hair if you asked him too, he needs some convincing but you would be allowed to put flowers in his.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Éomer wants someone who can respect his emotions, and show some of their own. It doesn’t have to be a massive display - but just some way he can tell that the gifts excited you, perhaps that little look in your eye that shows him you love him.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) Sleeps pretty well, wakes up quite early so will go to bed (somewhat) earlier. He does steal blankets, however, so often goes into bed with you so you don’t come to your bedroom to sleep only to find him completely covered in the duvet.
A/N : Sorry for not uploading yesterday, I was watching all of the Lord of the Rings extended edition until 11:50. Hopefully this was enjoyable <3
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