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I’ve Got You (Elrond Peredhel, Rings of Power) – S1 Ep7

Author’s note: Technically Elrond x OC, but could be a reader insert if you block out the OC’s name 😉; she’s the daughter of Gil-galad and Princess of Lindon, Eleniel, she had gone to Eregion with Elrond earlier in the season; I write better with named characters (so I write with OCs); italic phases with “S.” denote the use of Sindarin, while “Q.” denotes the use of Quenya

Eleniel paced the floor of Celebrimbor’s forges anxiously as she waited for her husband to return. It had been days since Elrond left for Khazad-dûm, hoping to pay a visit to his friend, the Dwarven prince Durin. At least, that’s what Elrond told her.

Eleniel couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something would go wrong. Every second spent delving deeper into the recesses of her mind was another moment spent pacing in the forges. Someone cleared his throat behind her, snapping her out of her reverie.

“You’re going to wear a hole in my floor, ingaranel nin (S. my princess),” Celebrimbor mused, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He wiped his brow before running a hand through his brown curls. “It’s Elrond, isn’t it? You worry for him.”

“Yes, Lord Celebrimbor,” Eleniel admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “I know he’s just visiting Durin, but I can’t shake this feeling that I have. It’s not a good one.” Her blue eyes filled with tears, but she bit her lip, refusing to let them fall. The smith sighed before moving to stand by her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know you care for him, but all this worry…it’s not good for you. Look, you haven’t stopped pacing. I’m sure the young Peredhel wouldn’t want you to worry about him like this.”

“Well, he’s a hypocrite then, isn’t he?” Eleniel laughed, her voice hollow. “He wishes I do not concern myself about him, yet he keeps giving me reasons to worry.” Even till now, this was Elrond’s habit, and Eleniel only let him get away with it because of the adorable expression he’d flash at her every time she was about to admonish him.

“I suggest you take a break from pacing. Perhaps the view of Ost-in-Edhil from my study would do you well?” Celebrimbor suggested, already walking away and gesturing for Eleniel to follow. She did, the hem of her pale blue gown flowing behind her and sweeping the ground like leaves.

Celebrimbor was right, Eleniel told herself. At this time of day, Ost-in-Edhil was bustling with activity. The light of the setting sun bathed everything before her in hues of pink and gold. Truly, the capital city of Eregion was splendid.  Eleniel’s hands gripped the cool railing of the balcony, her eyes following the elves milling about below. Two elven children looked up at her, waving and flashing excited smiles, and she waved back, gracing them with a smile of her own.

Just then, a flicker of activity just not too far away from where the children had stood caught her eye. A figure approached the gates of Ost-in-Edhil, cloaked in what was supposed to be white, but his clothes were matted with dirt. Eleniel’s heart caught in her throat as she gazed at the figure.

Elrond was back.

Without a second thought, Eleniel turned and ran out of Celebrimbor’s study and down the stairs until she had reached the ground floor. She pushed open the heavy wooden doors to the forge tower, not caring as they slammed behind her. Running as fast as her feet would take her, she finally made it to the gates. The guards, recognising her, let her pass.

Eleniel threw her arms around Elrond, burying her face in the crook of his neck. “You’re home, meldanya (Q. my beloved), you’re home,” she murmured, her voice low enough only for his ears. When she pulled apart to gaze into those grey eyes she loved so much, she found them full of tears. “Elrond?” Eleniel asked, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m such a failure, ingaranel nin,” Elrond sniffled, hastily wiping his eyes, but more tears came. “I was so close! We could’ve gotten the mithril needed to save elvenkind, but…but I…”

“It’s okay, Elrond,” Eleniel said soothingly. Her hand cupped his face, her thumb wiping soot from his cheeks. She knew what had happened. Her sunshine had tried his best, but the dwarven king, Prince Durin’s father, had forbade any further mining for mithril. She’d suspected that the dwarven king would respond as such, but never did she expect that he would throw her beloved out like that.

Elrond sobbed silently. Eleniel grabbed his shoulders gently and steered them away from the gates. “Hush, Elrond, you did your best. No one will blame you, you tried,” Eleniel said softly, pulling her husband down to her height to kiss his forehead.

“I failed, Eleniel,” Elrond said, his voice devoid of any emotion. “Now the elves will fade, all because of me.” He fished something out of his pocket, a small ore that gleamed in the light of the setting sun. “Durin gave me this, a small mithril ore. Such a small piece for all elvenkind, how can it even help?”

“It helps more than you know, Elrond,” Eleniel smiled at him, the kind of smile Elrond loved to see. “Celebrimbor will find a way, I’m sure of it. He’s only the best smith in all Middle-earth. How could he not?”

“The High King entrusted me with this,” Elrond sniffled once more, tears streaming silently down his face. “I failed him. How can I face him?”

“Listen to me, husband.” Eleniel’s voice was firm. Her fingers wiped the tears from his face, before brushing one of his brown curls behind his pointed ear. “You’ve done your best, and I’ll see to it that my father knows so. No one can blame you for King Durin’s response.” She hugged Elrond tight, and he returned her embrace, pressing a kiss into her fragrant hair. “Truly?” Elrond pulled away just enough to look into Eleniel’s blue eyes.

She nodded. “I’ve got you, Elrond. I’ve got you.”

Poetry of life

Elrond x human!reader

sypnosis: Elrond peredhil,ageless and noble and as kind as summer. The noble house of Elrond the half elf,his home the last of the homely house of middle earth,for he houses people whom suffer from many things,though he knows the cycle of human life he still lives through great pity for other who have long suffered from illnesses that they cannot control,many whom are the mortals who’s lifetime is less than a blink of an eye for him.

warning: mentions of dying

The first time that Elrond had saw her she was walking slowly towards him,she rode from horseback and was extremely pale,but she still had gave him a small smile,he gave her a sympathetic smile “lord Elrond,I’m happy to have met you” she spoke to him,though her voice was weak and even her body was shaking like a leaf.

“I am as well,but please let me guide you first to your chamber,you are exhausted from your travels.” He spoke,giving her his hand to guide her,she nodded taking his without any hesitation.

Her hands clutched his as she walked side by side with him,and every few seconds she would start gasping for air,Elrond grew concerned and had stopped in front of a chair for her to rest for a second “its more preferable that we take small breaks,the walk to your room might exhaust you” he spoke softly,letting his hands guide back down to sit “thank you lord Elrond,you are far too kind to me” she muttered giving him a small smile,he shook his head and watched the scenery in front of them

“it is only good manners that you have a comfortable time in my abode” he spoke,it seemed the scenery of Rivendell had calmed her down,giving her serenity within her sufferings ,the sound of the waterfall falling into valley made her feel like she was somewhere heavenly “nobody can be used to a view such as like this” “no one ever does my lady” he added as they sat side by side “but even as simple as this,it is still much beautiful” it was the simplicity of things that had made Elrond enjoy his time,though as grandeur things were more enjoyed by elves and mortal alike it had seemed like his own age had caught up to him,the simplicity of things had made him remember his days as a elven child with his brother elros.

“you always look at me like that” she spoke as he was treating her,his hands busy tending her aching body,he stayed silent like he had not heard her spoke those words to him “you always seemed to notice my lady” he finally spoke finally turning his eyes to hers,he still gave her those piteous eyes that always looked guilty.

She never once understood why he always looked at her like that,she had presume that he had built a barrier between his own feeling towards the world,but he didn’t,he was open towards his heart to her,giving her wise words,and he was understanding towards everyone.

what a kind man,she had thought,he was ageless and fair but his heart spoke wisdom like his age,she understood towards the start that there was a barrier of age towards the two of them,he was an elf and she was a mortal bound to die and leave this world,easily forgotten as the world passed time by time,but he wasn’t,he had lived through the past that she remembers as history,the thick wall of difference was placed on them like a barrier letting them remember the clear contrast towards both of them,but to her it was piteous eyes that was humanly to her.

he was kind and she was not afraid.

she felt no anger towards him,it was that small understanding that had stunned her. She thought-as a young child that elves were just mere tales of this world and was not real,they were hoax to fool children with their endless imagination,yet her she laid,being tended by an elf who once served under a great king,he was upon his knees tending to a dying mortal with the best he could.

”you are kinder than what they let you lord Elrond” she spoke,looking back at him,he stayed silent as he continued his work. “You are much kinder than summer.”

Ka Antok puta

DIY ~ rop!elrond x reader

so I have no excuse here

I promised myself that when Breathe got to 400 notes I would post another elrond fic I have hidden away (there's thousands of words of the stuff) and that happened yesterday! so have this!

modern au

word count: 806 words (a baby)

warnings: elrond is doing diy. need I say more

(not my image but I can't remember who's it is)

“Do you want a cup of tea, love?”

“Isn’t it a bit-” you cut yourself off as you look up from your book, seeing your fiancé Elrond leaning against the doorframe, “… hot.” He smiles softly at you which does nothing to help the butterflies stirring in your stomach, and sways a little where he stands with one arm holding onto the top beam of the frame. At some point he’d taken his flannel shirt off, obviously too warm in the current heatwave, so he’s just in the white vest he’d put on underneath. You try not to stare too much at his arms that are very much on show (the way he’s holding onto the doorframe does everything to make his muscles look more defined), and try to remember what his question was. 

“Maybe,” he says, pushing off the doorframe to stand just inside the living room and shoving his hands in his trouser pockets. You’re grateful that he’s moved, but it’s almost as though you’ve gone from the frying pan and into the fire. The way he’s slightly slouched with his curls out of place (they’d previously been hidden by the low height of the door) has your breath hitching in your throat. “I can get you something else if you like, my love?”

“Uh…” you swallow thickly, pretending your throat is dry from the heat of the weather and not from the way your fiancé is looking at you. “Water would be good?”

“Yeah?” He’s noticed that you’re not quite your normal self and steps towards you, pulling a hand out of his pocket to drag it through his mess of curls. You know that he is fully aware of what that action does to you, and you catch his stupid grin as he stops at your feet and sinks down to one knee. You’re reminded of the last time you were in this position: you sat on your favourite bench in the park, secluded while he proposes. This time he’s got a different look in his eyes though, and when he takes your hand to press a kiss to the back of it he doesn’t break your gaze. “Anything else?” Christ, his voice has gone low. 

“Just- just the water.”

“Alright,” he murmurs, turning your hand in his so he can kiss the inside of your wrist. 

“How’s the table?” Elrond lifts his head but doesn’t let go of your hand, and you almost wish you’d just asked him to get the water because you’re growing warmer by the second. 

“It’s getting there, it just got a bit hot working out in the sun so I thought I’d take a break. I’m nearly done now though.” You can tell he’s warm from the sweat on his forehead, the sheen covering his arms, and the little bit of chest exposed by the low neckline of the vest, and it makes the butterflies stir even more.

“Are you sure it’s gonna be stable?” You’re teasing him, trying to get a reaction. You know that his DIY skills are actually really good; it’s why you get him to do so many (and definitely not so you can linger near him and stare). 

“Well, we can always test it,” he says, trailing his fingers a little further up your wrist. Being engaged has clearly altered Elrond’s confidence levels, because his tone tells you that he’s insinuating something other than just putting heavy books on it. 

“Test?” You properly close your book now, manoeuvring the one free hand you have to put your bookmark in and placing it to the side so that you can lean forward. “Test it how?” You reach up to tuck a stray curl back, letting your fingers linger in his hair. 

“Well I imagine if it can hold your sewing machine and all your craft supplies it should be alright.” It’s not the answer you were expecting, but you can’t think properly now that he’s sat forward close enough that you can start counting the freckles on his cheeks. His free hand comes to your knee, resting on the fabric of your thin skirt and slowly moving his hand higher. “We wouldn’t want the legs to give out, would we?”

Your breath hitches and you know he hears it from the way his hand on your leg tightens slightly, and you inch your head forward a little. “Elrond, I-”

“I should grab your water,” he says suddenly, pulling back and standing. You stare up at him in incredulity as he heads to the kitchen, and scoff. 

“You’re an arsehole, Elrond,” you call after him, throwing yourself back against the pillows. You hear him laugh and mutter something and lay there for a moment more before following him, wrapping your arms around him until he gives in and plants a kiss on your mouth.

Hiraeth

Elrond Peredhel X GN!Reader (POC friendly)

Pronouns: You/Your

Summary: You just want to go home.

Warnings: Angst, non-descript injuries.

Word Count: 643

A/N: My fanfic-ified take on the origin of Rivendell.

You can’t quite tell where exactly you are, and as you are unable to move, it is unlikely you’ll ever find out. You vaguely remember fighting. The battlefield was a blur of metal, fire, and screaming.

The quiet hum of devastation still rings in your ears. The smell of smoke, blood, and petrichor fills your nostrils. You can feel the wet earth beneath you, unsure as to whether it is because of water or blood that the dirt clings to your skin.

There is pain seeping through every part of your body, every breath more difficult than the last. You aren’t sure if it’s the pain or the exhaustion, but it feels like you are floating. Like you aren’t quite tethered to your body anymore, and could fly away at any moment, disappearing forever.

And then you hear it. A soft gasp, and the clanking of armour as footsteps rush to approach you.

A face enters your vision. You didn’t think you’d ever see that face again. His voice, gentle yet filled with urgency, calls your name.

“You’re alive.”

You blink, trying to focus on him, but the world around you is spinning. His face is like a beacon in the chaos, but you can barely make out the details.

Elrond kneels down beside you, his hands already moving over your broken body, assessing your obvious injuries. You feel the gentle touch of his fingers against your skin, the warmth of his presence grounding you.

You allow him to tend to you, unable to take your eyes off him.

“Elrond.” You whisper, breath ragged. “I want to go home.” The words sound surprisingly steady as they fall from your cracked lips.

Elrond’s eyes soften as he carefully bandages a wound on your arm, his movements practiced, soothing. “We’ll be there soon. Rest now, meleth nîn. You’ve been through much.”

You shake your head, wincing with the effort. “No... I want to go home. Our home.”

For a moment, there is silence. Elrond pauses, looking down at you, his expression unreadable, though the sorrow in his gaze was unmistakable. He continues tending to you, his healing touch delicate but firm.

You’ve spoken about it before. Building a home for the two of you, maybe even for more in time. These plans never made it past late night conversations, wrapped in soft silks, hands gently tracing intricate shapes on freshly bathed skin.

“I know.” Elrond murmurs, his voice barely a whisper heavy with the weight of centuries of wisdom and grief.

He finishes securing a bandage, and then he pauses again. “And we will have that. One day. I will make sure of it.”

He looks around at the battlefield, at the ruins of everything. It is as if he is searching for something. A flicker of hope in the ruins. After a moment, his gaze shifts back to you.

“We’ll make one.” He says softly, his words more certain than anything. “Right here. Right now. We are home.”

You look up at him, still unable to fully comprehend his words, but his presence, his unwavering love, anchor you. The world seems to hold its breath for a moment, and in that silence, in that fragile flicker of peace, you feel something more, something deeper than any of the pain you are enduring.

Elrond’s shifts you closer to him, his touch steadying you. There is a shimmer of unfallen tears in his eyes, though there is also something else, something akin to determination and devotion.

“We are home.” You repeat, finding comfort in the certainty of his words, and though the world is still broken around you, in that moment, you know he will build something for both of you from the ruins.

With him by your side, in this valley, brimming with potential, you will build a place you can truly call your home.

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