- Fluff with no additional warnings ⚡️ - Angst, possible triggers - Humor, not to be taken all too seriously - NSFW content (as soon as there’s more than a kiss, I’m using this) - Gender neutral fic ❤️ - Personal favourite
A/N: first post everyone! leave a request or comment if you please, but most of all enjoy babies!
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Lindir x Reader
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Stay Away From My Girl
Lindir’s attempts at hiding his disgust for the dwarves were…fleeting. Y/N bared an amused expression, looking over at Lindir. Gandalf went on about how they were descendents of the House of Durin.
Though Y/N, Elrond, and Lindir were not impressed. Not in the slightest.
“An interesting group, I suppose.” Y/N muses
Lindir’s nostrils flare. “I’ll say.”
“You’re going to need to cleanse that water in the fountain, Elrond.” Y/N teases
Elrond shakes his head, smiling brightly. “Oh, we will have to do more than that my dear Y/N.”
Their conversation was interrupted by one of the dwarves standing on top of the table. Y/N felt Lindir tense up and snorted. Smoke practically rose from Lindir’s pointed elven ears.
The dwarves began to sing their tipsy songs and throw food. Y/N chuckled and clapped along. She soon realized that was a mistake as the lead singing dwarf took her hand.
Y/N was deeply humored as the dwarf took her by the waist and danced with her. Unlike the other elves, she was rather short. At a very approachable 5’2, she came off as less intimidating and very amicable.
The girl playing the harp, as well as the other girl playing the flute had stopped long ago. Y/N chuckled as the small dwarf spun her around. Her simple yet stunning dress swished about. A complete contrast to the dwarves food and alcohol covered outfits.
Lindir watched enviously. He could not believe his own elven eyes!
Y/N?
Dancing with old beardy over there?
Oh Heavens no!
Lindir’s lips curled and his nose scrunched up. Y/N’s delicate fingers should have never touched that dwarves dirt caked stubby ones. Her hair swayed as he danced her.
“Lindir,” Elrond warns gently, sensing his companions fury
At this point, no words or encouragement would put a dent in Lindir’s anger. Not only had they drank all the wine, swam naked in the sacred pool, but they took his girl! His jaw tightened, as well as his grip around his goblet.
Lindir and Y/N had been each other’s lovers since they were young, foolish elves. Maybe about 14? A lot had changed since then, but their love forever remained true. Once elves fall, they fall hard. And boy oh boy did Lindir and Y/N.
But neither have committed to their feelings or obvious needs for affections. They were busy elves! Working under Elrond was no easy job. Dissmissing their feelings for each other was only natural.
“Who taught you to dance?” She teased the dwarf
“Us dwarves have a natural talent for dance and seduction!” He gloated
“Oh yes, I am sure!” She agreed
Y/N felt that she was being stared at. A certain elf was not pleased with this situation. Her eyes widened as a potato soared right beside his head.
Y/N tried not to laugh. She really did! But it was just so…ridiculous! A soft giggle escaped your lips at Lindir’s expense. He glared tensely over at her.
“Why Lindir, why don’t you just get Lady Y/N and leave!” Gandalf says
“Yes, we have it under control.” Elrond agrees
Lindir huffs and sits up from his position at the table. Careful to dodge any incoming food, he intervenes in their dancing. Without saying anything, he takes her hand and yanks her away from the dwarves and elves.
Staring down at the dwarf, he resists the urge to kick him. “Don’t ever touch my Y/N again.”
Gandalf and Elrond shared a look. Both chuckled and waved off Lindir, knowing fully well that Y/N would be able to tame him. She always did.
Y/N protested as they left the dinner. She was having fun, after all! Dwarves kept her very entertained, as their arrogance and stories were always comical and exaggerated.
“Lindir, stop pulling on my hand and tell me what is wrong!”
Lindir was furious. “You want me to tell you what is wrong?!”
She puts her hands on her hips and nods. “That’s why I asked.”
“That little thing danced with you and held onto your hands and waist like it was his own property! Those creatures bathed in our sacred fountains as if it were a public bath! Did you not notice the wine that dripped from his beard as he danced with you?!”
Y/N rolls her eyes. “Listen Lindir, they are called dwarves, okay? You have no right to undermine them as if they are meaningless. And also, I was having fun with the dwarves!”
Lindir came dangerously close to her. “Fun?”
Y/N was trapped against the palace wall. They were in a rather secluded area. No guards patrolled this part of the castle luckily, so nobody would see their moment.
“Yes Lindir…fun.” She mocks, attempting to walk away from him. “You should indulge in it sometime. Now I will be going back-“
Lindir grabbed her hands and gently braved her against the wall once again. He pressed up against her and towered over her petite figure. Anxious at the closeness, Y/N squirmed beneath him.
“Stop squirming, melleth.”
Heat rose to Y/N’s cheeks. “Melleth?”
He smiled, bending down slightly to rest his forehead against hers. “You have been mine since we were 14. Every elf with their head screwed on right would know that.”
Now that explains why nobody had ever tried to court her before! It was because of Lindir being…protective. Y/N would also be lying if she said she wasn’t also rather protective of him. No other female had dared to test her.
“And you are mine as well, Lindir.”
She knits her hands in his hair. Gently, she pulls his head down. His deep eyes stare back at her own. She smiled and kisses the tip of his redened nose.
Lindir’s lips were soft and completely unexpected. Y/N’s eyes widened at the sudden form of affection. Though, she was not complaint.
His hair was silky smooth. She tugged on his small fishtail braids. A pleasured groan left his lips.
And he smelled incredibly good! Like an evergreen tree and vanilla. It was like a drug to Y/N, and she just couldn’t get enough.
Y/N was hardly aware of his hands sneaking around her waist until he instructed her to jump. Y/N wrapped her legs around his own waist, nuzzling her forehead into his neck.
“And so it has finally happened!” Gandalf exclaims happily
Elrond nodded approvingly, a smug look on his face.
“I’ll bet their plan all along was to make me jealous.” Lindir says, rolling his eyes
Y/N giggles. “That’s my sassy elf!”
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A/N: hope you all enjoyed…and sorry if you aren’t short, haha!
p.s. i’ll leave a link to the video that this is somewhat inspired by! it’s a bonus scene :-)
