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I CAN'T BELIEVE IT 🖤🖤🖤🖤
You wrote ALL of the prompts and dialogues ?????? I thought you would choose one, I didn't mean all of them, I knew everything you'd write would be fantastic... but this ???
You made ME into an OC !!??? With my favorite petname : Honey 🖤💛
It's soooo cute 🖤 the start of an adventure of a lifetime, it is way better than anything I could have imagined... (I hate hiking, and I'm always left behind 🤣🤣🤣 HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL OF THIS !???)
I never thought someone would want to write something like this, for me. It was wonderful, thank you so much 🖤🖤🖤 one of my favorite fanfic writer wrote... me.
Lindir x OC
At the last hour, @fleurdemiel-145 has sent in a slew of prompts. I'm always happy to write for someone, so here is my short ficlet about Lindir (who might be Maglor, who knows?) meeting his salvation.
Prompts: ennemies to lovers, soulmate, mythical creatures, fairytale, one bed, mutual pining, meet cute...
Why didn't you say so ?! - Are you very sure ? - What's the next step ? - Oh you ARE strong ! - Make me...
Pairing: Lindir x OC
Words: 1,6k
Warnings: Solitude, trauma, carrying a woman down a hill
“Don’t be daft, honey!”
Zahra pulled her shoulders up as if that could protect her from the devastating blow of her friend’s cold, cutting words.
“It’s just a book!” Standing at the foot of the small hill, girded in swirling mist, the group with which she’d set out on this hiking trip stared up at her impatiently.
“You can go ahead without me,” she called back stubbornly. “I’ll catch up soon enough.”
She called them “friends”, but—at the end of the day—they were just a ragtag group of people who were all desperately trying to outrun their respective lives and problems by trekking through the wilderness in search of a peace that stubbornly evaded them.
Huffing and puffing, the others ultimately left without a second glance, leaving Zahra behind as she stood, perched precariously on a small rock, overlooking the rolling fields pensively.
At their last stop in a sleepy town, three days ago, she’d drifted into a cosy bookshop where she’d found herself inexorably drawn to a dusty, evidently well-read second-hand edition of local fairy tales.
Once upon a time, she’d loved that kind of story, and she’d been unable to withstand the instinctive attraction of a fond memory from her past.
An avid reader whose imagination knew no bounds, Zahra had consequently devoured the tome at once to the point where her companions had started mocking her for trying to read even while walking.
At first, she’d been well aware of the whimsical nature of the charming, fantastic tales, but—as the road wound on and on through dense forests and across gurgling streams—it became increasingly harder to draw the line between the landscape unravelling under her weary feet and the scenes of drama and doom playing on repeat in her mind.
When the group had halted in a sunny clearing earlier in the day, she’d skimmed through a narrative she’d already read thrice to pass the time, and—looking up from the yellowed pages—she’d suddenly glimpsed the silhouette of an old ruin on a nearby hill.
Even now, as she struggled up the steep, slippery slope, Zahra couldn’t quite believe how perfectly the description in the book matched the forlorn spot beckoning to her.
The rational part of her heart and soul winced as she looked around hopefully—her friends were right, there would be no mystical king of yore holding court in his hall of fog.
She was simply wasting everybody’s time.
“Hello?” she called softly, feeling utterly foolish.
The air around her seemed to ripple and flicker for a moment, and then a warm, melodious voice said something in a language she didn’t understand.
“Hello?” she repeated and stepped through the curtain of wavering grey. The bleak weeks she’d spent on the road had made her wary, though, so she gripped the small utility knife she’d taken from her belt a little tighter.
Too often, her sweet, trusting nature had led her astray in the past, and she’d learned how to survive on her own the hard way.
The mist parted, and the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen stepped out as from a different realm.
Tall and ethereally slender, the vision of dark hair and pale skin seemed to glow from within. At a glance, she could discern the unusual shape of its ears and the alluring curve of its smile, and her heart started pounding in her chest.
Half-dream and half-nightmare, the anthropomorphic being kept walking towards her, dark eyes alight with ancient wisdom and long hair flowing in a non-existent breeze.
Zahra gasped in surprise and shock.
“No, no, don’t distress yourself!” the being exclaimed, lifting two long-fingered hands to show that he—for his build and demeanour suggested a male—was not even trying to reach for the impressive sword hanging from his narrow hips.
“It’s been a long time since last someone came here,” the stranger mused in the same pleasant, oddly enchanting voice. “Who are you? I heard someone call you ‘Honey’. Are you a beekeeper?”
At that, she scoffed in disbelief. In the stories, fairies and cursed princes were usually smart and suave—they didn’t ask silly questions.
“Well, are you?”
She shook her head. “I’m neither a flower—for which I was named—nor am I a beekeeper. That’s not how names work.”
“It is where I come from. So tell me, Lady, what brings you here?”
Zahra blew up her cheeks—how was she to tell this fantastical apparition that she’d been led into a wild goose-chase by an old book?
“Who are you?” she asked instead of answering, suddenly aware that she’d put herself in tremendous danger. No doubt, her friends had already continued their way without her, and if this beautiful man was not a mystical fairy king but a very mundane murderer, she’d be in serious trouble.
“They once called me Lindir.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Are you sure? Are you very sure? I’ve never heard that name before.”
“I’ve not heard yours at all,” he gave back sharply, his dark eyebrows puckering to mimic her expression of bated hostility in the face of an unexpected ambush. “I am who I say I am, at least partially.” “Are you cursed?” Zahra asked, deeming that caution was a luxury she could dispense with in the current situation. “Or why are you all alone here?”
“My people have left, yes,” Lindir replied, a shadow of age-old sadness and undeniable guilt rippling across his handsome face. “And I don’t know how to join them.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” she cried out, letting her rucksack slip from her shoulders and extracting the accursed book from it hastily. “I know exactly how to help you.”
His dark eyes zeroed in on the cover, and his stern mouth fell open in astonishment. “You’ve found it,” he gasped. “I’ve been looking for that!”
“It was not for you to find,” Zahra, who’d read more fairy tales than she’d ever admit, informed him haughtily. “According to the legend, someone else has to help you.”
“And I have to accept that help,” he groaned, lifting a pale, slender palm to his forehead dramatically. “Oh, the Valar really have an odd sense of humour.”
He sighed before turning his compellingly deep eyes back on her distrustful face. “What’s the next step then, oh Mistress of the Book?”
Used to being ribbed, Zahra curled up on herself once more.
“Sorry, that was unnecessarily cruel. It seems that I’ve forgotten how to be civil, even to the fairest of maidens. Ages of loneliness will do that to you. Forgive me,” Lindir admitted sheepishly as he extended a conciliatory hand to her.
As her mystified gaze swept along the horizon searchingly, Zahra debated whether she wanted to catch up with her so-called friends at all. All her life, she’d yearned for an adventure, and she was loath to forego the one that had fallen into her lap in favour of her travel companions’ insipid conversation.
“We have to find a place to sleep tonight,” she declared, wishing she had a map to see how far it was to the next village. “Do you have any money?”
Lindir shook his head, bemused and a little ashamed. “What are you even?” she asked as she pondered the perilous descent down the hill ahead of them—the light was fading fast, and the verdant grass had been as slick as mud on the way up already. She didn’t want to think of how undignified any attempt at getting down again would be.
“I’m of the—” he bit his lip. “I guess you’d call me an ‘Elf’? Is that correct?”
“Long hair, pointy ears, otherworldly beauty—yeah, I think that might be the right term,” she acquiesced quietly, her mind still consumed with purely logistical matters.
“Then I’m well afraid that one room is all we can afford,” she finally scoffed, eyeing him critically.
“I don’t mind sleeping with the horses,” he replied with an air of noble self-denial that made her chuckle under her breath.
“There are no steeds, good Sir. We’ll have to walk…well, first, we must get off this blasted hovel!” Zahra grimaced in dismay.
“Allow me,” Lindir smiled. “I’m quite strong. In the absence of equine support, I’d be honoured to serve as mule and destrier to Milady.”
His pompous tone made Zahra laugh anew. “You’re a funny one,” she giggled and then squealed when he lifted her into his arms and bore her down the hill effortlessly.
“My,” she breathed. “Oh, you are strong indeed!”
When they reached even ground, she expected to be thrown back on her sore feet, but Lindir kept going as if she and her pack weighed nothing at all.
“Set me down,” she prompted. “I can walk!”
“If we’re to share a room tonight, we might as well get better acquainted,” he replied calmly as his stride grew bolder with every step. “What is your name?”
Breathing in his clean, slightly floral scent, Zahra realised that she felt as inescapably drawn to him as she had to the book. Mayhap, this laughably improbable meeting had been fated.
“Very well,” she said, leaning back in his gentle embrace. “Tell me all about you and your people!”
Lindir sucked his teeth. “Make me,” he teased. “For every question I answer, you shall owe me an information in return. We have miles to go before the next settlement, so we shall have more than enough time to find out why you were chosen to find one who’s evaded detection for so long. Let’s start with your name!”
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