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Song: Fading Through by Wafia

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Word Count: 867

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~Elrond's POV~

It was another blissful afternoon in the safe haven known as Imaldris but known to most as Rivendell.

Anyone and everyone were welcomed into my kingdom may it be to see the elvish culture or a place to rest before reaching their true destination. My people and I would welcome them with open arms. Though I was expecting a peculiar visit from Lothlorien. What made this so peculiar was the reasoning for the visit. A letter written to me by Lady Galadriel explained that a very close friend of hers had fallen into a deep sadness that she seemed to be having trouble coming back from. The cause of the sadness is unknown to me for the Lady did not mention it in the letter. She wrote that she herself and her husband Lord Celeborn could not lift her spirits and out of desperate need to help her closest friend she asked for my help and to give our visitor my wisdom. To say I was astonished was not nearly close to the emotion I had felt after reading the letter. Galadriel must be in desperate need to ask for my help over something so simple, but what I did not know was that this visit was not going to be even close to simple. " Yes, I agree and thank you for even considering helping me, though I do not think it will do much good." She replies as we made it to a sitting area with a large balcony. I sat down on a couch and waved her to sit next to me. "And why do you think I could not help you?" I inquired with a raised brow. Nírwen sat and before she replied she removed her hood for me to see the most enchanting elleth I had seen in my life time. She had long brown hair that ran down to her waist in a waterfall of light waves with pale skin of ivory never seen before by my eyes. But none could compare to her eyes. They were a dark forest green that of a young Woodland in the light of the summer sun. Her faë said otherwise. The emotion that swam in her eyes was Solemn and the most broke I had seen before. 'Beautifully broken' I thought to myself. "If Galadriel could not help than it is undoubtedly impossible for anyone else to help. This sadness will stay with me until I reach the halls of Mandos." She looked down. I could not fathom how broken she felt, but that did not mean she was impossible to help... and I would prove that to her. I lifted her head up with my index finger below her chin and my thumb resting on top. She looked at me with a tear streaked face. I knew in that moment that I could not let her fade. I knew that I had fallen in love immediately for I in some way could relate to how she felt. I felt as if my heart and faë had died when I lost my late wife, but I did not give up hope for my children. I knew they needed me in that moment as much as I needed them. Like I now know how Nírwen needed me. "Do not cry. Your sadness does your beauty no good."

Written by the pile of trash that is me😋

I hate it when I read all of the Elrond x reader posts.😫

I stared out into the stars above our world awaiting what the future held next. Had we finally found peace? Would we lay down our weapons to never pick them up again? Could the children frolic in flowered meadows without having to worry about what lingered in the shadows? As my mind wondered a bright light took over my sight. Then what was once Rivendell was ash and ruin. ‘What? This can’t be!” I thought to myself. The bodies of my people lay dead and ahead me stood a being i had thought we had finally vanquished. Bathed in blood and pure darkness. It walked towards me; not caring to step around the fallen, and reached a hand out to me-

Suddenly I was back on the terrace. ‘So this is what lies in store for us? Why can we not escape this perpetual darkness?’. Getting up off the ground that I had fallen to I ran. I ran in search of my husband. “Elrond!” I screamed while running as fast as I could down the halls. “Elrond!” I called out once more before reaching his study and throwing the doors open. Elrond looked up at the sudden intrusion. “Meleth nin, what’s wrong?” He questioned while standing up and walking over to me. I almost collapsed into his arms, but he caught me around the waist. “He’s back.” Was all I said. He looked down at me confused. “Who’s back meleth?” I looked up into his eyes with a serious yet terrified expression.

“Morgoth.”

Sex with Elrond (Headcannons) - NSFW :

Elrond is an elf that prefers it when you’re in charge

He has the stress of taking care of a whole valley and it’s inhabitants on his shoulder, so when it comes to sexy times, he likes to let go and let you take the reins

He likes when you trace his battle scars, as they’re a good type of sensitive

He’s down for a lot of things and is curious about what you’d like to try

He often likes having slow sex after a long day of stress, to finally relax

He likes giving you praise, but gets flustered when you praise him back

« You feel so good meleth nîn.. »

« I-.. thank you my love, but you’re not obligated to compliment me back.. »

Likes to tell you in unique and original ways that he loves you and would do anything for you

He also really likes it when you scratch his back in pleasure, it makes him kinda giddy to think that he’ll have the proof of your pleasure on his body

Rarely curses, but when you’ve teased him for a really long time and he’s about to orgasm -finally-, he does let out a few (that he’ll be ashamed of later -just because you make him go crazy with pleasure doesn’t mean he can’t stay polite-)

« Please, darling, let me fucking cum! »

Likes to hold you close after he came, panting in your neck as you coo into his ear

If you haven’t orgasmed yet, he’s more than happy to help you ride his tight, flexing the muscles in it so you have more friction

When you’re both satiated, he’ll wipe you down with a rag, whispering his thanks for how you took care of him

You’ll lay together, quietly making conversation sometimes, or just going directly to sleep at others

@Caliawen

I can DEFINITELY see that happening.

Have you ever wondered if elves comprehend human jokes or sarcasm?, like for example when we are so pissed off we say things out of rage and don't truely mean it..

*plan not going well*.

Human:*pissed* I'm gonna k!ll myself.

Elf:*visibly concerned* why would you do that?!.

Helping Their S/O De-stress

Headcanons: Maedhros, Fingon, Finrod, Thingol, Elrond

A/N: This was inspired by an ask I got last year with Mae, Fingon, Finrod and Elrond assisting their s/o de-stress. Thingol is the newest addition to the group.

Maedhros

As someone who was partially in charge of the Noldor, he understands what it means to be under heavy levels of stress.

Hate to see you in a state of confusion and lacking inspiration till you become stressed out.

Quick to do whatever he can to assist so you can get your brain up and running so that you can focus on your workload.

He’ll urge you to stop thinking so hard for a moment so he could pull you into his arms and rub your back.

“Mae, what are you doing?” Your brows furrowed as his arms reached out to pull you into his chest. The deep sounds of his humming vibrated through his chest as he gave you his short reply.

“I’m helping you.”

Still confused but pleased with his attempts at soothing your stress, you lifted your arms to wrap around his waist and pull yourself close to him, nuzzling into his chest. “Thank you, but I’m not really stressed. I just can’t come up with a plot for a book I’m writing. I’ve written over five drafts and nothing…I’m pooped.”

Humming at your response, he said nothing as he was thinking of the right response and continued his rubbing. You were still standing in his embrace in the middle of the room, swaying from side to side. “Yes, you are. Maybe this would help you to create a plot, or would you like me to help you write?”

“I didn’t know you write?” You teased him with a light pinch to his arms and giggled.

“I write speeches for debates, remember?”

Eyes lighting up, you lifted your head upwards and released a sound of realisation with a tired look in your eyes. Maedhros couldn’t help but chuckle, having seen his brother with the same look before he started crying. “How about we get something to eat first, and I’ll assist you with your book?”

“Food does sound great.”

Fingon

This baby hates the idea of you appearing stressed, even if it’s for something that deserves to be stressed out about.

He tries so hard to get you to remain constantly happy and smiling, so seeing you stressed sends him into a panic.

Fingon immediately assigns himself with the responsibility of reducing your stress as though his life depended on it.

He’ll stop you from whatever it was you were doing and drag you away so it would just be the both of you.

“Fingon, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?” his only response was a boyish smile he threw as he tossed his head around to face you. His grin almost split his face and yet you were able to notice the troublesome look cracking through.

Ushering you into his room, he would be quick to shut the door and walk you over to his bed. Plopping down and pulling you into his lap, his arms were quick to wind around your waist and tug you closer into his embrace. You were left confused and worried as he held you securely in his lap, rubbing his hands up and down your back, and occasionally stroking your hair.

“Is…is everything alright with you love?” Lifting his head to meet your concerned eyes, he grinned before nudging his against your forehead and planting a kiss on your nose.

“You looked stressed, so I’m helping you relax.”

“I’m not entirely stressed; I just can’t create a plot for a book I’m writing…I have ideas but they’re not making sense when I write them…”

Humming as he allowed your words to sink in, his next response caught you off guard and caused you to laugh. “Why not write about me being your knight in shining armour rescuing you? I think that’s a great plot, and easy to write. A happily ever after…”

“Sure, I’ll  also include you tripping over your two left feet as you rushed to save me.” Replying to him with a smirk, you soon felt a pinch being delivered to your arm at his slip-up.

“Now that’s mean; I’m trying to assist.” He grumbles as he scoots his body up the bed until he rested against the pile of pillows. Shuffling around to make himself comfortable for you to lie on, tugs you onto his chest and wraps his legs around you. “First, take a nap have some good dreams and then I’ll help you write.”

“I hope you can understand my thoughts when I give them to you.”

Finrod

One of the perfect people to relieve your stress and assist with your writing.

Finrod has supposedly written tales of romance and adventure in his spare time along with poems and songs, thus, assisting you has never been a problem.

Though, he will realise that amongst the guidance, you were stressed and unable to focus which leads him to carry you away from your work desk and onto the sofa to lounge.

Somewhere a suitable distance from your writing so you can relax your mind and be at ease.

Arms and legs were wrapped around the eager King as he traversed his corridor with you on his back. With the crown upon his head and still garmented in his finest wear, Finrod has no shame or problem in carrying his loved one around if it meant reducing their stress. The smile on the King’s face was enough for anyone to know not to bother or chastise him for his mannerless and informal behaviour.

“Where are you taking me might I ask dear?” poking the side of his face while you were resting upon his shoulder and staring at him affectionately.

Humming in response, Finrod tossed his head to face yours and gave you an enthusiastic grin before bounding down the corridor with more vigour in his step. Soon, you came to the grand white, and gold crested door that revealed the King’s indoor private pool, “Ready to loosen up and have some fun?”

“Fun? Finrod, I can’t afford to take a dip, I have my work to return—what are you doing?” shaky and squeaky your voice grew as you observed him removing his crown and boot, leaving him in his full wear before he walked around and headed for the steps. Still clinging to his back, Finrod gripped your legs before taking the most unexpected dive into the pool, drenching you both.

Flailing about the place, you could hear echoes of Finrod’s laughter as you fought with your clothes and the water, “De-stressed now meleth-nîn?”

“…I’m soaked…you got me wet…my clothes…” you could only stare at your King while he waddled through the water to tower above you with his hands cupping your cheeks and a wet kiss being placed on your lips.

“There, better now,” he pulled back with a grin as you went quiet, eyes darting around attempting to hide your jubilation.

“…one more please…”

Thingol

The Elven King frowned as he observed your frantic and frustrated demeanour. Hands clawing at your hair and ink splattered across your face.

You were at it for hours attempting to work on a new piece, but you hadn’t revealed that it was a painting for him.

Thingol would stand in the doorway for minutes before he grew frustrated and made himself present, scaring you in the process and watching as your hopped around to hide the canvas.

Despite the paint on your hands and face, he’d gently guide you into his garden to relax.

Thingol’s hands wove their way through your loose and unbounded hair, catching any strands that had paint and removing them with his handkerchief. He could hear the soft breathing you were emitting as his fingers massaged your scalp and chuckled as your head lulled from side to side as he rocked you into a slumber. He refused to cease his handiwork and reached for some flowers nearby, braiding them into your hair.

The air was quiet in his garden. The small streams of water pooling into the miniature ponds, the hummingbirds zooming about and the fragrant air waffling into his sanctuary.

You sat between his legs, head resting against his chest and arms and legs sprawled out haphazardly, looking like the most divine creature the world had ever seen, but to Thingol, he couldn’t help but laugh at your sleeping face. All the lines of stress were removed, but your half-opened mouth was the highlight of your sleeping beauty appearance; too many times he had seen it and too many times he found it hilarious. He couldn’t help but struggle to stifle his laughter the longer he looked at you.

Unfortunately, his rumbling shook you awake. “Hmm, w-what’s happening and…why are you vibrating?” looking around with sleep on your face, you whipped your neck around to gaze at your wheezing lover.

Still chuffing silently, he shook his head while patting yours, guiding you back to sleep, “It’s…it’s alright nîn lóth, everything is alright. Return to your slumber; you are beyond stressed and tired, rest.”

A sweet kiss was pressed to the crown of your head before he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his robes around your smaller figure, and lulling you back to sleep.

Elrond

He knows and understands the stress behind writing any piece of literature; he’s basically swamped by dozens of reports or documents on a daily basis.

Seeing tug at your hair or knock your head against the table multiple times begging for ideas to flow properly would make him wince.

 Elrond would quietly enter your room with a knock on your door carrying a tray of chamomile or hibiscus tea with a few treats to snack on because he knows that you haven’t consumed any food.

Despite your protests, he would pry you away from your desk and guide you over to a table near a window and feed you.

“Ah, ah, ah, no complaining my dear. You were showing signs of stress and as your healer and husband, it is my job to care for you,” there was an unmistakable playful smile behind his stern expression while he held the cup of chamomile tea to your lips.

There weren’t any chances of escaping his self-care moment and you had no choice but to follow through. Soon you were drinking tea and munching on strawberry biscuits while lounging in Elrond’s arms on the balcony. “It’s really difficult to write my thoughts out on paper because it sounds amazing in my head but as soon as I write it, it makes no sense.”

“Maybe you should practice writing your thoughts out more often.”

“Elrond, I’ve been writing all my thoughts, why do you think my books exist. I just wish I can just magically get my thoughts onto the paper without writing, you know?”

Unable to answer because he had never experienced writer’s block, Elrond just hummed and lifted his hand to stroke your hair in hopes of calming you. He bent his head down and planted a kiss on your forehead and immediately felt you melt. “Maybe you simply need to rest a bit and inspiration will flow darling.”

“Hmm…I better dream all my thoughts appearing on that paper.”

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imagine: Elrond teaching you to dance

You stood, watching the elves dance with one another. You frowned and sighed, finishing your third- or was this your forth- glass of wine. 

“Y/n, you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself… what is the matter?” 

You looked up to see lord Elrond. “I-it’s nothing…” you lied, avoiding eye-contact. 

He gently took the empty wine glass from your hand. “Come, dance with me.”  He said as he took your hands. 

“My lord, I hate to decline, but I don’t fell like-“ you gasped as he spun you around. 

He took you through the dance and you accidentally stepped on his foot. “I’m sorry…” you whispered. 

He gave you a gentle smile. “It’s ok…”

You tripe’s and fell, almost taking Elrond down with you. 

“Are you alright?” 

You didn’t answer as you ran out of the ball room, a little laughter coming from behind you as you ran. 

You ran until you reached the garden then you collapsed and began to softly cry, looking up at the stars. 

“Y/n?”

You didn’t respond. 

Elrond sat on the grass next to you, gently placing his hand on your back. “Are you hurt?”

You let out a sob. “I-I just…”

Elrond pulled you to him so your head could rest on his chest. “Y/n, I-”

“I don’t know how to dance…” you admitted, pushing away and going to stand. “I’m sorry, I must have embarrassed you something awful when I fell…” you mumbled, turning to leave. “I-I think I’ll turn in for the night, save you from being embarrassed by me again-”

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your waist and you were spun around. “It’s I who should apologize, I shouldn’t have pushed you to do something you didn’t want to…” he paused, looking in your eyes. “Though… I could teach you to dance… if you’d like…”

You smiled. “I would like that, I-if it’s not to mu-”

He held up his hand, “it’s not a problem at all, besides, I needed an excuse to get away from the ballroom, Thranduil was driving me crazy. 

You chuckled and he led you through a waltz. You paused when he yelped from you stepping in his toes again. “I’m sorry!”

He gently cupped your cheek, “it’s ok, your learning…”

“Wait, hold on…” you bent down to undo your shoes, fighting the skirt of your dress. 

Elrond chuckled. “Here, sit…” he said, motioning to a bench. 

You sat and he knelt, gently undoing your shoes for you. Your cheeks heated as his hands brushed agents your skin as he undid the clasps. 

He pulled you to your feet and helped you dance. You thought you’d gotten it when suddenly you both fell, you landed in top of him, your chest agents his. 

He put his arms around your lower back. “Heh, I knew you’d fall for me…” he muttered before placing his lips on yours. 

Imagine the reactions of the fellowship when Y/N took the blade for Frodo on Weathertop (Amon Sûl)

Elrond: My dear child you would have died. You do not possess the gift of immortality, must you be as reckless as you are? You are not of this world!

Y/N: *grinning* Nah she'll be right. I'm fine aren't I?

Legolas: *walks in* You look terrible. As you would after a near death experience.

Y/N: You call it a near death experience. I call it a vibe check from God.

Aragorn: *Bursts into laughter*

Gandalf: *Stares pointedly* Yes.. not of this world.

Legolas: *is visibly confused* Are we talking about her recklessness or her beauty?

Y/N: >_> Ummm anyways, when are we leaving?