What?Yes, you’ve heard that right. I see a huge follower milestone on the horizon and I’m planning to throw a Tumblr celebration.
Why?If everything goes well, I will be starting another sleepover soon as a way of saying thank you for your support! And you know what this means, right? You’ll be able to get some tailor made fic goodies just for you!
That’s why I’m writing this post: let me know what you’d like to see this time: imagines? headcanons? open ask box? ask games? tarot requests? Canon x Reader ficlets? writer support? spotlight on your fics? - you name it!
How?Drop me a comment, DM me or send me an ask telling me what you’d like to see the most!
I keep forgetting to post the art i do which sucks cause I do a lot and I’m too lazy to go back and upload them all anyways have a sleepy lindir because I love him
Yeah, not that it matters–we’re going to go there anyway. We are so busy now that we have to find some way to interact with our readers and answer their questions. Since there are two of us in two different countries and time zones, finessing will be involved (so will casting someone to speak for us when we’re busy and I’m not showcasing the sword fighting I use to choreograph battle scenes).
But wait! There’s MORE!(and,@staff this is a book that kids can read).
You’ll never guess who’s coming to town.
Okay, okay. Lindir isn’t the only “loremaster” in town. Even the Keepers have tales and boy, is it interesting! (If you’re reading Book I: The Epic of Eryn Galen@tkwrtrilogy3 right now, one of the first of them is lurking around in Doriath.
Just when 2019 couldn’t get any busier, 2020 is filling up like a rain barrel in a monsoon. Other than the occasional familial disagreement I have, I spend most of my time coming up with ways Thranduil can conquer the world. He already has LinkedIn mesmerized I have no idea how he pulled that one off. I mean he’s actually got “stans” on a business networking site!
Nothing surprises me anymore when it comes to Thranduil. Someone called him my magnum opus today so his opus will be returning in the Winter of 2019.
So, to recap, The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm TrilogyandThe House of Durin will be on YouTube in 2020 (at some point) and you’ll get exclusive looks into Loremasters: Keepers of the Tales and updates on the other books like Book III: The Last Tale of Legolas Lasgalen,The Song of Seven RiversandOf Lords & Kings.
So, if you were wondering where I’ve been for the past month, well, now you know.
Okay, no. I was writing. But Galadriel just fell in love with CeleborninBook I: The Epic of Eryn Galen. I’m guessing at some point her harrowing tale of crossing the Helcaraxë will come to light.
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.
Authors note: I wrote this at like three in the morning the other day when the neighbor’s dog woke me up barking at a particularly slow-moving car and I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I hope you enjoy it despite it not being a post I had actually planned to make.
- 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 :-)
