Elrond Peredhel is in love with Galadriel
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"Where Love Meets Courage" by Halfling_MadMax
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien
23 Oct 2024
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" Years had passed, and Rivendell was as beautiful and serene as ever. The golden rays of the afternoon sun cascaded down over the valley, casting a warm glow on the surroundings. Elrond, now taller and more composed than the shy boy he once was, found himself pacing outside the hall where Galadriel’s brothers gathered. His heart was pounding, and though he had led countless councils and fought in numerous battles, the idea of facing her four older brothers to ask for their permission filled him with a nervous energy he couldn’t shake.
He loved her. Gods he loves her.
Deeply.
Truly.
To the very marrow of his bones.
Galadriel had been his guiding star through the years, decades, centuries, a radiant light that made every hardship worth it. He had grown beside her, laughed with her, weathered storms both literal and emotional. And now... he wanted to marry her, to bind his life to hers in every way possible.
But first, he needed to face her brothers..."
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- Part 3 of "Keeping up with the House of Finarfin"
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"Yule's Delight" by Halfling_MadMax
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types
07 Jan 2025
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The great halls of Lindon shimmered with warm light as lanterns swayed gently in the winter breeze. The feast of Yule was in full swing, and though the air was brisk outside, the great hearths inside glowed with the cheerful heat of roaring fires. The mingling scents of spiced cider, roasted nuts, and freshly baked bread filled the air, accompanied by the soft strains of music from harpists and flutists stationed along the walls.
Elrond stood near one of the wide, arched windows, his slender hands clasped tightly behind his back. His dark curls tumbled messily around his face, a halo of unruly softness that seemed at odds with his otherwise composed demeanor. He watched the festivities from afar, his sharp grey eyes scanning the sea of elegantly dressed Elves who whirled and twirled across the floor.
It wasn’t that he disliked the merriment—he simply wasn’t sure how to join it. His tunic of deep green velvet and silver embroidery had been fussed over by more hands than he cared to count, and the weight of everyone’s expectations had left him feeling stiff and out of place. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying not to look too much like a nervous child hiding from the fun...