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‘I do not believe that the world about us will ever be as it was of old…Alas for Lothlórien that I love! It would be a poor life in a land where no mallorn grew. But if there are mallorn-trees beyond the Great Sea, none have reported it.’
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Y/N = your name
e/c = eye color
h/c - hair color
You weren’t sure if he was going to make it back alive. The days had grown darker and the winds had grown colder, the warmth of the sun fading, as the darkness of Mordor spread. He had been ordered by Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel as March-warden to lead an army of elves into the battle of Helm’s Deep. Being a woman, you were strictly told to stay at home (the gall!) and to wait for their return.
Which is why, one of the few sunny mornings you’ve had these last few weeks, the sun brought you no comfort. As you prepared a cup of tea and breakfast, you recalled Lady Galadriel’s words to you yesterday when they marched off.
“He will lead them well,” Lady Galadriel spoke from behind you.
“Will he return?”
In her even, secretive voice, she answered, “That remains to be seen Y/N, only tomorrow will tell.”
Tomorrow was already today and still no sign of him. This fight was not like ones before, the ones you knew he could win, this one was filled with uncertainty and fear. Isengard and Mordor had more forces than you could count and their Orcs were bred for war, not like the regular Orcs that would just attack without a plan.
“Please make him live,” you prayed to the Valar, “Please.”
You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door creak open or feel the filling teacup in front of you.
“Are you aware that your cup is already overflowed with tea?,” a calm voice pointed out with a slight hint of amusement.
You snapped out of your thoughts and swiftly turned around to see a smirking Haldir a few feet away, observing you and your idiocy. Your jaw dropped.
“I love the welcome home, Y/N,” he remarked drily, smirk growing larger.
You immediately dropped the kettle and ran towards him, throwing yourself on him and hugging him tightly.
“Thank the stars you’re alive!,” you exclaimed, “I was worried sick.”
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you too, reveling in the joy radiating off you.
“I was only gone for a day.”
“Yes, a day wherein you most possibly and probably could’ve died.”
“Hm,” he mused while kissing you on the lips here and there, eyes staring into your e/c ones, “I have much to stay alive for.”
You giggled and blushed, kissed him back full on the lips.
“I missed this, I missed you,” he said, feeling utterly centered and relaxed while he held you close and ran his hands through your h/c hair, “Even though it was only for a day.”
“I missed you too, I couldn’t sleep without you beside me.”
You placed your arms on his shoulders and grinned.
“If ever you didn’t come back, I would have gone out after you myself.”
Haldir’s eyes darkened and you shook your head at his worry.
“You cannot protect me by having me stay here in Lothlorien forever, Haldir.”
“Only until Sauron is vanquished then we can travel around Middle Earth and I can show you all the breathtaking places I have seen.”
You leant into his touch, taking solace from the fact he was breathing, well, and, most of all, home.
“You were with me every time though,” he continued now voice soft, “Wherever I went, whenever I’d leave, you were and are at the forefront of my mind constantly, hauntingly, beautifully.”
You closed your eyes and breathed your darkest fear.
“I need you to come home, I can’t have you not come home.”
“That is a hard promise to keep Y/N, yet, still,” he sighed, “I swear to always do my best to come home to you.”
Summary:You patrolled through the night to see the sunrise. Only the weather is icy.
Word count: 466
Warnings:none
A/N:Since Christmas is coming up and the first snow has fallen (and melted) where I live, I thought I’d write something wintery with our favourite Marchwarden. I plan this to be a multi-chapter thing, then we’ll see where the road leads us.
Drops of rainbow
Even though winter never really plagued Lothlórien, its whiteness still crept up to the land’s borders. The mountains by the north were covered with a thicker layer of silvery snow, and cold winds brought the news of crisp weather.
The ice-covered grass glimmered with the colours of the rainbow as the rising sun shed its first rays upon it. Every step you took was like walking on glass, and unconsciously you slowed your pace, shifting your weight from one foot to the other with care.
Elves weren’t that affected by their surroundings, yet this biting breeze tinted your cheeks and nose red. You pulled the gray cloak closer together on you as you basked in the purplish warmth of the dawn.
You took a deep inhale, breathing in the essence of this coldness that was so unfamiliar to you. In nature, the very least. It smelled clean and liminal, with the aroma of pines growing at the foot of the mountains nearby, wet rock and dry grass, and a hint of the scent of a certain ellon who was often as cold as winter in the rest of Middle Earth.
The thought made you smirk until you heard the cracking footsteps behind you. The smugness quickly left your face when you realised who’s they were.
‘Y/n, your patrol is done,’ the Marchwarden in command announced, now from by your side. 'The night had you freezing. You should get warm and take some rest.’
If you hadn’t known Haldir, you would have thought it was concern coming from his voice. He scanned you from head to toe, stopping at the redness of your face and then at your cloak held tightly together. He took one of your hands into his, not to warm it, but as a confirmation to himself. The warmth of his palm was scorching against your skin, and a similar burn spread your cheeks; only from the inside. He made a disapproving face before letting your hand fall. He was right.
Haldir turned his attention to the sunrise, much like you did before. He expected you to leave, and without a word spoken.
You weren’t going to let it end like that.
'It is wondrous we don’t get such extreme temperatures in Caras Galadhon, but there is such beauty in how these ice drops catch the light…’
'You don’t have to stay for formal chitchat; we all know the weather turns to winter,’ he stated sternly then turned his head towards you to send you away. 'You patrolled all night, and you’re cold. Go back to camp.’
You pushed his nose and it caught him off guard.
'You were out all night, too,’ you pointed out his cold-flushed skin, before heading off to the talans.
The moment he met you, he hoped he would marry you one day
After several happy years together the moment was finally here
There was nothing he wanted more in life
Yet there was nothing that made him more nervous
He would totally overthink everything
Suddenly he wasn’t even sure if you truly loved him
Maybe it was more of a crush sort of thing
“You’re an idiot, brother”
Rúmil and Orophin were constantly torn between laughing at him and pitying him
But then he would see your face and the way you look at him
Your smile brightens even his darkest days
Your voice soothes his deepest worries
Your touch healed every unseen wound
And waking up next to you gives him hope he never felt before in his long life
Yes, this is what he wanted for the rest of his life
Finding the courage to finally ask you takes him longer than he would ever admit out loud
He would take you to a quiet place, somewhere deep in the forests of Lórien
He’d disguise his plan with a picnic
After you two have eaten you’d notice how quiet he suddenly becomes
“Is something the matter, Haldir?”
Haldir will sigh and then take a deep breath.
“It’s just- Y/N,” he will say and take your hands in his “I can’t imagine spending my life without you anymore and therefore I ask you, will you become mine? Will you marry me?”
A/N: So I’m not great at writing by any means, but I wrote this to my younger (and current) self, who could not feel pretty with dark hair. Maybe somebody else finds the idea entertaining.
Her silhouette was encased in golden with the descending rays of the Sun. A soft breeze played with her long, velvet gown, its colour waving with the wind, taking on different shades. Long, dark locks danced around freely to frame her delicate features as if a veil to crown her head. Her face gave home to a graceful smile, that reached up to her eyes, glimmering even with the setting sun behind her. The blooming elanors softened her steps as she paced herself, taking a long look at the arriving group.
Haldir stood mesmerised, not even daring to blink fearing that the apparition would vanish to mist or fade away. Many of his men halted the same, until one of them breathed: ‘Lúthien.’
'Tinúviel…’ another muttered, then called out with bewilderment. 'Tinúviel!’
The Marchwarden heard none of it, though his thoughts were similar. Air seemed to be scarce, even unnecessary; his whole being relaxed and tensed at the same time. Her beauty was like of Lúthien’s: breathtaking, etheral… Only he knew who it was, but could not dare to believe it.
Not even as she ran up to him with bouncy steps, her smile growing wider.
You stopped before the broad-shouldered Marchwarden. You placed a hand on his cheek, despite having to rise up onto your toes to reach him.
'You are well,’ you sighed in relief, although it was obvoius - yet, you had to release the worries that had been eating you away for the last month.
Haldir said nothing, but picked you up to twirl you around with a long kiss.
'I’ve been thinking about you every night and each day,’ he finally breathed, still not letting you down. 'My memory serves no justice for your beauty.’
You blushed at his compliment, then bowed your head to press your forehead against his. You both allowed you eyes to shut close, breathing in each other’s presence, not caring for the rest of the guards’ presence. He was back, and you, still alive.
Every elf turned red for mistaking a mortal for Tinúviel. And with your luck, once home, Haldir would never let you live it down.
A Piece of Home. (Inktober day 15 Haldir x Reader)
A/N Hello my lovelies! Here is another Haldir x Reader for y'all, it is 1.3k on the dot! Unfortunately, I think this is the last inktober prompt with him, but I definitely have to write him more in the future! But this is based on one of my fav songs, you can find it here! I highly recommend it! But enjoy as always!
The gentle pitter-patter against the window wakes Y/N up slowly, the warmth from her thick blankets draw her back asleep until a booming crack of thunder jolts her awake. Her eyes immediately locking onto the small window in front of their bed, a grin growing on her face as a flash of light quickly fills the room then disappears.
Throwing her blankets to the side, Y/N happily slides out of her bed, as she moves to quickly fix the covers, her eyes linger on the empty side of the bed before moving away.
It hardly ever rained in Lothlorien, and it hardly stormed either, which was the thing she loved most in Imladris. The summer storms bring in all sorts of sights in new smells, staying up and watching the storms roll by has always been her fave pastime. But it seems that the Lord and Lady aren’t as fond of them.
Humming to herself, Y/N makes quick work of removing her nightgown and getting dressed in a deep blue tunic and brown trousers, deciding to deal with her hair after breakfast.
Gliding out of their small bedroom, Y/N wishes more than anything to find a certain tall ellon making tea but finds instead, his long dark blue coat left on a dining chair. Smiling to herself, Y/N allows for her hand to run over the soft cloth, grabbing it gently to hold it up to her face. Sighing as the familiar forest smell fills her nose.
Credits for the GIF go to Pinterest and whoever made it and posted it. :))
Inspired by Sam Smith’s song Say It First. It’s amazing and heartbreaking all at once.
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Y/N - your name
e/c - eye colour
I never feel like this, I’m used to emptiness in my heart and in my arms. You’re not what I’m used to, you keep me guessing with things that you do, I hope that they’re true.
Love. Love was in everyone, love never abandoned anyone. Love affected everyone and left nothing untouched. Love made people fight, love made people reconcile. Love was foolish, love was wise. Love was shallow, love was deep. Love was infatuation, love was commitment. Love was careful, love was reckless. Love was serious, love was playful.
Love was an entire contradiction. And he was too.
With blue eyes calm and penetrating, he seemed to be waiting for you from across the crowded room to tell him.
‘Cause I’m never gonna heal my past if I run every time it starts, so I need to know, if I’m in this alone.
“You’re not in this alone,” you told him last night pleadingly, “I’m here, I’m here. Open up to me, be with me, believe in me, love me.”
He simply looked at your unsurely and remain silent until you sighed in defeat, got up and left to rest.
He was going to go to the frontlines of the battle against Sauron and you loved him; he knew you did. He loved you too for the longest time, ever since both of you became important figures in the army of Lorien, but he ran from it, not wanting to face a love that seemed strong enough to make him not want to die for Middle Earth and live for you, with you instead.
“Why are you so afraid of falling in love?,” you asked him a couple months after you first met and grew close, “I think-”
“She left me,” he interrupted abruptly, wanting to answer your question, “For a Mirkwood elf long ago.”
A silence ensued but he added bittersweetly, looking at you with pensive eyes, “Love and heartbreak is not as beautiful as it seems on paper.”
His eyes this time though looked doubtful and careful yet they seemed to ask you to come to his side. You weaved through the couples on the dance floor and reached his side in an instant. His blue eyes stared into your e/c ones and you knew immediately what he wanted.
Come on baby, say it first, I need to hear you say those words.
Slipping his hand through yours, he led you away from the party and high up into a canopy of trees, away from prying eyes and curious stares.
“I’m going to be leaving tomorrow,” he stated, observing the party below.
You were going to be staying according to your orders.
“Do you want me to go with you?,” you offered.
“No, stay here where’s its safe.”
You snorted in a very un-lady like manner yet, before you could say anything more, the handsome elf turned to you and stared at you with those heart stopping blue eyes of his.
If I’m all that you desire, I promise there’ll be fire.
Haldir positioned his hands on your waist and you, albeit nervously, looped your arms around his neck, swaying slowly to the music below.
With bodies pressed against each other and lips inches away, you could hardly hide your uncontrolled breathing and racing heartbeat.
I know you’ll take me higher so come on darling, if you love me, say it first.
A wave of courage washed over you and you steeled yourself, closing your eyes to take a calming breath (though, because of his proximity to you, it barely helped).
“I’m in love with you,” you uttered tenderly, keeping your eyes at the level with his, “And I’m going to stay even when you push me away. Even if you don’t love me back in that way, I’m not going to stop. You may be scared of diving into the complex thought and feeling we call love after being scorned by it before but I’m not. I want this, I want you, with all your soft edges and rough scars and healing wounds. I-”
His lips stopped you from continuing your speech.
Soft and slow and sure and filled with hope and faith and desire, Haldir kissed you under the stars above and with the wind passing around you. You could taste a hint of mint tea and honey on his lips that you knew would be ingrained your memory.
Say it, say it, say it, won’t you say it to me?
Your lips parted and your eyelids fluttered open, your entire self up on the clouds because of the kiss.
“I love you, Y/N,” Haldir whispered, finally allowing himself to fall into you and your love, “And I’m not afraid of us anymore, I’m not afraid of delving into this breathtaking world you’ve created for us two. I’m ready to stop running, I’m ready to pause, I’m ready to be with you. Despite making you wait for so long even though I knew I loved you already, I selfishly want you and I offer my body, heart, and soul for you, to you, if you’d have me still.”
You laughed airily and threw yourself on him, embracing him tightly.
“Do I take this as a yes?”
“Yes!,” you exclaimed, “Yes, yes, yes!”
He picked you up and spun you around, only stopping to put you back down on the ground and kiss you again.
“I love you with everything I am,” Haldir breathed, “I’m all yours.”
a.n: so it’s been a hot minute since i wrote on here but i’d very much like to be active again. so reminder that my ask box is always open. also feel free to leave any suggestions (i was thinking about writing something non x reader so i’d love to hear your thoughts x) anyway enjoy this self indulgent shit x
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Absence certainly had made the heart grow fonder, and as you sat situated at the end of your bed, needlework only half occupying you, your thoughts could only stay upon your husband.
Haldir had been away for more than a fortnight now, longer than you could ever remember being separated from him. For days, you had piled yourself high with work, just so as to keep your mind off him; yet your efforts had been futile, and you had hardly managed a wink of sleep since last your arms had been around him. Of course you knew what his job entailed, and you had always promised him that his many posts did not bother you, though that was clearly a lie. His absence was one that could not be ignored, nor filled with menial tasks - as hard as you tried.
And now, three days after his scheduled return, your head was filled to the brim with thoughts, running around like mischievous children, uncontrollable. However your embroidery turned out had ceased to be a concern of yours for many hours now, only acting as a way to keep your hands busy. The harsh chill of winter was licking at your window, and the frost resting there upon shielded you from the outside world, locking you in an almost cell of sorts, as though a prisoner.
Overcome with great thirst, you finally forced yourself to abandon the craft, and with uneasy strides you made your way out into the hall to collect yourself a goblet of water. All around you people chatted, and in such a way it angered you that they were not hurting as you were, that seemingly you were alone in your pain. Holding your tongue you sipped at your drink, pausing over the jug to collect yourself.
Just as you were about to turn back toward your room, a familiar glimpse caught your attention, a flicker, not even a full sight. At first you put it down to your imagination. After all, your lack of sleep surely could have done you no good, and you would have been false to say that you had been properly looking after yourself.
It was nothing.
But then it advanced. It was coming toward you, initially cautious, then slowly gaining in speed. You turned finally, and lo and behold Haldir stood at the end of the hall, bow swung over his shoulder, hair lazily framing his smiling face. It seemed almost as though a dream; in all of your anguish, you had scarcely entertained the possibility of his return.
And now there he was.
“(Y/N),” he breathed out, arms open to you. You couldn’t believe it, that there you were running now to him, and there he embraced you with such love, you were all at once overwhelmed with emotion.
“I thought you weren’t coming back to me,” you whispered against his chest, nuzzling into the soft leather of his garment.
Shaking his head a little, Haldir held your back tightly, brushing his chin against the top of your head. “I would never leave you. Nothing in this world would prevent me from returning to you, my love.”
You tilted your head upward a little to survey his face, delighting in those subtleties therein, betraying his upmost passion. Within those damp, blue eyes a thousand words were spoken in silence, and though many others collected around you, it seemed as though you were the only two in all of Middle-Earth.
“What happened?” you asked, reaching up to trace his features.
Haldir paused, and you could almost see the cogs of his mind turning. “I-”
“No,” you breathed, “You don’t have to.” Stretching up ever so slightly, you made to press a soft kiss against his lips, breathing in his form as though he had been away for a century. “You’re home: that’s all that matters.”
Haldir nodded in thanks, and followed your gesture toward your room, wanting to escape the publicity restricting your reunion.
“I hope that you haven’t been worrying yourself sick,” he said, shutting the door after him.
You shook your head, though the look he gave you suggested that he saw through your veil. You wanted nothing less than to worry him, a fact he knew all too well.
“There’s been too much to do,” you chuckled. “Many repairs and chores; you wouldn’t believe how often children tear their clothes, and of course I’m the first in line.”
“Well,” your husband said with a smile, removing a loose piece of hair from where it lay across your forehead, “you will be the best seamstress in the city.”
Rolling your eyes ever so slightly, you folded your arms across your chest. “That may be true, but last I checked I only had two hands. There are many around that can do just as good a job as I.”
“They all want the best.” Haldir stood above you now, free of bow and cape, yet still not yet free of his guise. “And that just happens to be you.”
“Well, I’m all yours now. Let me clean you up.”
“Clean me up?”
His question seemed innocent enough, but you could still note the remnants of a battle of some kind upon his skin. A few bruises littered about what lay exposed of his chest, the great mounds tension built up in his shoulders, and the harsh way his jaw sat clenched. He may have been home, but his mind was still upon those fields.
“You’ve been away for days. You should bathe,” you said, making your way to gather water for the bathtub.
Cocking an eyebrow, Haldir nevertheless consented, moving to remove first his tunic. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
You merely chuckled, gesturing toward the tub for him to get in. Once undressed, he slowly lowered himself down into the steaming water, and regardless of whether or not he would admit it, you picked up on the sigh of relief he exhaled upon entrance.
“Are you going to join me?” he called, turning his head slightly to watch you pottering about behind him. Seduction dripped from his voice, but truly you could only find his words comical with how exhausted he seemed to be.
“No,” you mumbled.
“There’s plenty of room,” but his eyes were becoming heavy, though you knew he would not fall asleep. His desire to be with you fought relentlessly against his fatigue, and even so he reached out to take your wrist, pulling you by his side.
“You’re too tired,” you smiled, kneeling beside him.
He only hummed in response, refusing to admit that you were right.
“Just relax. We’ve plenty of time later.” This idea seemed to please him, for when your hands ran over his exposed shoulders, he only sank into your touch, relinquishing his tension there beneath you. Amidst the boiling water he lay completely bare to you, in a way that only you could ever know; holding up such a guard on duty was something he had grew accustomed to over the years, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy giving it all up to you.
From his shoulders you massaged gently at his neck, eliciting a small groan of pleasure from the elf, even more so when your hands wandered into his hair. One of his biggest weaknesses was you toying with it, a fact that you had been humoured to discover at first. Yet now you primarily used it for his pleasure, once his initial embarrassment had subsided. Of course the pleasure was not one sided, for Haldir’s hair was of the softest texture you could recall, and exploring it was like tracing silk.
“(Y/N).” His hands came now to grip the sides of the tub, a great sense of elation overwhelming his form; how you could create such a feeling he had yet to understand, but truly he couldn’t care less so long as you didn’t stop.
“Just relax,” you coaxed, leaning to press your lips agains the tender tip of his ear.
That was a command he very much obliged, releasing another deep groan that all but echoed about the water.
He would certainly think twice the next time his return to you was delayed.
Here is today’s fic for the Writer’s Month 2021 challenge (see @writersmonthfor more info).
Today’s prompt: word: sunshine
Fandom:The Lord of the Rings Relationships:Haldir x Reader Warnings:angst Rating:T/M
This is a five sentence fic. I will get the hang of it one day, I swear!
As usual, you can read this fic here and on AO3.
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At Dawn
“The dawn is almost upon us, my husband,” you whispered, enjoying the last moments in Haldir’s tight embrace; neither of you wanted to let go of the other, as if the night filled with slow and tender lovemaking left you in even greater yearning than before.
“When I return, my love, we will climb the Great Mallorn Tree once again and watch how the rosy fingers of daybreak paint the treetops with its lustre, while we bask in the sunshine of the new day,” when his whispered words reached your ears, you locked them in the golden cage of your heart for safekeeping.
“When you are gone, my love, I will gaze upon every sunrise on my own, counting the days until we meet again,” you responded, drowning in his gaze, feeling how strong the magical bond of your love was.
“As will I, and wherever I am, I will know that your eyes are set on the same beauty as mine. Do not shed tears, heart of my heart, it will be but a blink of an eye before we meet again,” Haldir murmured, placing the last tender kiss on your lips.
You watched him longingly as he left Lóthlorien, leading the army of five hundred elves to Helm’s Deep.
a.n: this is literally so self indulgent i don’t even care. also i wanted to include thranduil and lindir so bonus round (kind of considering doing a silm edition finally because i haven’t written anything for it yet)
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legolas
legolas was very much one for having braids in his hair, though always done tastefully; he had grown up braiding his own hair, and was rather skilled in doing so. he had no problem doing it himself, but when you offered your talents up, he was quick to oblige. legolas loved nothing more than the gentle feeling of you drawing the sides of his hair into intricate plaits, and even more so when your hands would accidentally brush against his ear. after years of being with him, you had come to realise that the tips were one of the most sensitive parts on his body, and every time you would come into contact there, a great shiver would run down his spine. from then on, you would always take time out of your mornings to put in his hair for the day, and always at least an hour at night to remove it. though sleep was not much of a concern for legolas, laying in bed with you on an evening was just another opportunity for you to run your hands through his platinum locks.
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haldir
being a marchwarden often meant that haldir was away from you for prolonged periods of time, and consequently - when he finally returned to you - was rather touch starved. after the obvious greetings when arriving back at lothlorien, you both would retire to your chambers in order for you to run your hands through his hair. you would give him a gentle head massage, eliciting an endless string of soft groans of relief. amidst this, you would begin to braid his hair, and given the amount available, a good few hours would you spend doing this. haldir would often tell you stories of what he saw at the borders of mirkwood, of how he and his brothers would tease each other, of all the strange folk he came in contact with. though you knew your days weren’t spent doing such exciting things as his, he would always love to hear your tales anyway, no matter how menial they may seem to you (especially since it lengthened the amount of time you had your hands in his hair).
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elrond
elrond was surprised to learn of your skill in braiding, even though you perhaps hadn’t as much practise as he had. whatever intricate creation you would conjure up never failed to impress him, and he would wear it proudly to council meetings, seeing it as an extension of yourself he was able to have at all times. not to mention how much he enjoyed the feeling of your hands against his scalp. days were long and often he would have to attend more than one meeting - even on quieter days - so to have no responsibility with you, and to just be completely relaxed was truly a blessing. as almost a means of payment, elrond would tell you old tales that he had picked up across the years. you would carefully take out the braids before you laid down to rest, even then running your hand through his soft hair until you finally drifted off to sleep.
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thranduil
thranduil would never have admitted it, but the first time you absentmindely brushed your hand through his hair had given him a great sense of pleasure, so much so that it lingered long in his mind. his hair was always down and bare of braiding, but soon he began to entertain the possibility of you doing so. though of course never to wear in public, the thought of you gently pulling at his hair, drawing it into a great number of braids seemed like a delightful idea. eventually, he broke and asked you rather sheepishly to play with his hair, a little worried that it may affect your opinion of him; of course you obliged, any excuse to run your hands through his silken elvish locks. it became a nightly routine, and despite how many braids you put in, luckily his hair would return to its ever perfectly straight disposition by morning.
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lindir
lindir would absolutely love you playing with his hair, though only when he knew you had complete privacy. whenever he would feel anxious or stressed, coming back to you on a night always managed to calm him down. you would spend hours like this, sitting behind him, running your hands through his dark hair. sometimes he would relate to you all of his worries, knowing he could be wholly open with you; others he would merely sit in silence at the end of he bed whilst you knelt behind him, simply delighting in the soft sensation of your braiding. whether it be intricate or just a multitude of simple plaits, you would take your time, gently tugging at the strands to form them.
