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✧ Grows more as the door closes and he can stop putting on any kind of royal facade.

✧ “Thank you, meleth nín.” Moving across the room, he sits down next to you, “I’m afraid I probably won’t manage much more this evening.”

✧ There had been a part of you that was planning on teasing him, asking for one final request (for him to relax), but instead you take his hand to speak sincerely. “I would ask only for your presence, and for your love.”

✧ Legolas smiles at that, “You have those things, for the rest of our eternity.”

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ To your annoyance, it’s often hard to find out if Haldir has had a stressful day until he comes home to you.

✧ After your own long day, you take one last glance around Lothlórien before beginning to step inside your home.

✧ And then you see him.

✧ Even from further away you can see the slight tension in his movement, the stress appearing on the physical form.

✧ He’s close enough that you don’t call out to him, but rather begin the short walk to meet him half-way.

✧ Haldir sees you just as he finishes climbing, and from an even shorter distance you can clearly see him smile a little.

✧ Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around you and gently lets his head rest on your body.

✧ Leaning back into him as well, you stay there for a while; eventually you shift slightly to look him in the eyes. “Long day?”

✧ His laugh is so faint you can tell he’s doing it more by feeling him (by knowing him for so long).

✧ “Thank you for waiting for me.”

✧ His response doesn’t perfectly match the question, but after so long together you know what it means.

✧ Then, like always, he asks “And is there anything I can do to help my love?”

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Lindir’s wants and needs after a stressful day depend on why the day was stressful to him.

✧ When there have been too many people in Imladris for him to be able to manage, and he wants time away, the best thing for him is just to have a place in your arms.

✧ You can see the bit of relief in his eyes when he sees you after one of these days.

✧ He’s happy to sink into his arms for as long as you’ll let him, before he eventually pulls himself up and shakes his head.

✧ If you’re willing to listen, it helps for him to go over the day as well. There’s very rarely anger in his voice, just a slight melancholic despair.

✧ Sometimes the day is stressful not because of any particular person - but because of the chaos around it.

✧ Chaos is incredibly rare in the valley, and so you don’t see him get stressed over it often.

✧ It’s hard to tell in the moment, as well. There’s organisation in him when he begins to handle it, and you can only tell his feelings by how his grip is slightly too tight. His slipping away at the end of the day with not quite impeccable manners.

✧ On those days the bit of order you provide him is his sanctuary.

✧ There are few things he can be sure of on those days - but he can be sure of your support. Of your love.

✧ Often you’ll prepare some warm drink and simple food, ready for when he walks inside and instantly lifts up slightly at the prospect of something nice and cosy.

✧ At the end of the day, you can just about make out his sleepy words. “Thank you, for always being here.”

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ Thranduil is the one who, out of all the elves, truly doesn’t want his stress to be noticed. To have any weakness be perceived.

✧ On days when the court is particularly hard you’re glad that he doesn’t force you into royal duties.

✧ But a part of you wishes you could help more. Help him more.

✧ Then, as he retreats to his chambers and you find guards there, you’re reminded why some of his people talk about him behind his back.

✧ It’s one thing to not want your people to see you stressed, it’s another to try and bar your betrothed.

✧ There’s a moment as the guard considers stopping you from walking up to the king’s chambers, then they step aside.

✧ Getting to the doors, you force yourself to take a breath and knock. “Meleth nín?”

✧ Despite his attempt of not wanting to see you, Thranduil comes to the door immediately as it opens slightly.

✧ “I have seen many people today.” Thranduil’s voice carries care in its subtext.

✧ Then, he says it more overtly, “I would not want to snap at you, or… do something similar.”

✧ “Do you think I would have married you if I would break at one of your comments?”

✧ The question makes him smile, and although he steps back from the door it stays open.

✧ A gentle kiss is placed upon your lips when you follow through the door.

✧ Playing its part as a silent ‘thank you’.

𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥

✧ He’s probably the most open about a day being stressful.

✧ It’s a combination of him being away of the fact (loving the fact) you know him so well, and that it can be more obvious when he isn’t completely himself.

✧ Glorfindel enjoys greeting you with a hug as well, although he more wants to hold you in his arms than anything.

✧ You can feel some of the tension leave his body as you stay there, and a shine in his eyes returns a little when he lets you go.

✧ More than anything Glorfindel just wants someone who he can spend time with without judgement - so your presence is the only thing he’ll say he needs.

✧ That being said, the lord can’t help but melt when he is taken care of by you.

✧ It can be as simple as making sure a bath is drawn for him, or something more elaborate like a homecooked meal for him to indulge in.

✧ The gesture always puts a smile on his face for as long as he is enjoying it, and a light dust of blush.

✧ Will always very sincerely thank you after all of it.

✧ Both for doing the action, and for helping him feel like he can relax again.

A/N: And so Glorfindel appears again, finally. I'm still not very confident writing him, but hopefully some of his lore-accurate character comes through. Thanks so much for reading! (And hopefully the extra added characters were to your liking?)

Honestly I'm still a little surprised this managed to get 40% of the votes by itself. Do you people just love elves? Is it the fact these are headcanons? Should I have probably included some context as to the oneshots that were there? Maybe. Now my 7k Aragorn oneshot is in third place...

જ⁀➴Maglor

He eats you out for his pleasure and for yours; gravitates towards his pleasure because he loves the sounds you make. It’s one of the other times you get to see him become aggressive, and he doesn’t mind having to tie you down to the bed to keep you from squirming about the place.

As much as he loves the feeling of your legs suffocating the life out of him, he doesn’t want to spend most of the time fighting you to keep your legs open for him to have a proper taste.

The times when he doesn’t stand much of a chance with tying your legs apart is when you’re sitting on his face, he’ll let you squeeze his head with your thighs. He does have an oral fixation and puts it to ultimate use.

Your legs were wide apart, bound to the bedpost with elven ropes along with your arms and your eyes blindfolded. The only noises heard were the faint shuffling of Maglor’s footsteps on the carpet before you felt two calloused hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wider and the hot breath fanning your cunt. It wasn’t long before you felt his tongue dipping into your heat, licking a bold stripe from bottom to top and then nipping at your clit.

“Ngh—Káno, fuck, fuck,” squealing into the bedroom air as his mouth wrapped itself around your clit and gave firm sucks, Káno hummed in delight at your taste. His tongue slithered effortlessly over your clit and flicked the delicate bud with excellency.

“My dear, if you do not cease your squirming, I’ll tie your legs to the headboard.” His chin and lips were coated in your arousal as he spoke while licking them. You knew that this was the start of a long night before he stole orgasm after orgasm from you and left you crying and shaking mess.  

જ⁀➴Celegorm

This ellon eats you out for his pleasure because he loves your taste and it’s his favourite taste in the entire world. He’s aggressive from start to finish he doesn’t care if he sends you into overstimulation.

If you aren’t crying from the pleasure, he isn’t doing his job right. He spreads your legs apart and buries his face into your heat like a savage animal and stains his face in your arousal.

Celegorm doesn’t have the time to tease you, he just dives right in to have his meal because he’s a messy eater.

“Tyelko, p-please, fuck—” You were biting your lips hard enough to draw blood and probably did already from the way your lover’s tongue was thrusting in and out of your cunt. The grip he had on your thighs prevented you from riding his face because he wanted to be the one delivering all your pleasure. The tears were already staining your face from the endless orgasms he took you through, you weren’t sure which round you were on.

“You have more in you kitten, I know you do, hmm.” The seductive grin he sent your way before dragging your cunt over his mouth, letting your clit bump against his nose force your body to convulse above him.

“P-Please, I-I can’t—no more…” Wailing and pleading for him to ease up because your body was growing tired, he ignored your words and continued to work his tongue deeper into your cunt, wiggling it around and collecting every drop of your essence, refusing to let anything go to waste.

“I’m far from finished, you’re not going away until I say you can.” All you could do was grip his silvery strands and tug them in hopes of lasting through the rest you were about to experience.

જ⁀➴Finarfin

Please, somebody, come get Finarfin life support because he decided he no longer wants to be King and wants to die being suffocated between your legs because it’s the best way to go out. Seriously, this man is tired and when he’s tired, he eats it.

He’ll allow you to ride his face to destress while wearing his crown to remind you that your King is here to serve his Lady. You’re the one person he would get on his knees to serve without question. You’re the one person who he’d forget he’s a King and worship.

Two options: when he’s tried, ride his face, and when he’s not tired, it’s because you’re tired and begging him to stop. It was probably something you did to rile him up and weren’t aware of how ravenous he already was. Poor little bunny getting devoured by a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The dominancy is thriving.

The throne room is empty but by the Gods, it’s loud and filled with the incessantly lewd slurping sounds of your pussy being eaten by your King who’s angelically lying underneath on the polished floor. The crown lopsided on his head and his fingers digging into your thighs, leaving behind marks only visible to his eyes when he undresses you tonight, he pushes his face deeper. Any moment now, someone, anyone would barge in demanding to treat with the High King to witness him being suffocated happily by your cunt.

Your attempts at rising off his face were shut down by a firm tug and a grunt. His blue eyes flashed upwards in annoyance, giving you the unspoken rule of thumb—denying your pleasure got you punished, plus, he was stressed, just let him indulge in bliss.

“My King,” you moaned and raked your fingers through his golden curls, pushing his crown completely off, “we’re going to be caught. We can continue this elsewhere…ngghh.”

Displeasure spirals across his face at your suggestion. He didn’t desire to move elsewhere when he was already enjoying his meal here in the comforts of this space. Fighting the urge to pull away, he dragged his lips off your clit and warned, “As much as you are my Queen and I’d do anything, you do not command me for something like this. I will finish when it pleases me.”

જ⁀➴Finrod

He looks so innocent when he smiles and tells you that he wants to be between your legs but oh my fucking god, when Finrod starts, he doesn’t like to stop. It’s almost as if he’s drunk off of your cunt.

Eating you out is by far his favourite sexual activity, and he spends a copious time self-indulging, though, he is generous about his mercies and ensures that you receive equal pleasure while praising you.

Finrod does have an oral fixation which makes his desire to have his face buried between your legs greater. He can spend an hour (because you almost passed out) giving you all the pleasure in the world.

The crown sat on your King’s head but crooked from the angle he positioned himself. Lying under you with your cunt hovering mere inches from his lips—already glistening with your arousal from earlier; his hot breath fanned your clit making you shiver in anticipation. There was an innocent, lopsided smirk on his face followed by a dazed look in his eyes as his finger trailed through your folds, collecting your arousal and slipped into his mouth.

“…come, sit yourself on your throne meleth, I’m far from finished with you,” he hummed as his hands tugged your cunt to rest against his mouth. Your cried permeated the room along with breathless sighs and pleads for him to not stop.

“Fuck, please, p-please, oh—humph.” Your King was on a mission to drain every last drop you had to offer him. He was craving you all day, thought of your taste on his mind and now he was fulfilling his wishes.

“Taste so good nîn loth, go ahead and cum all over my face, I still want more.” His firmness was heavy and firm as he ground your cunt over his mouth, loving the way your body just keep producing more juices for him to consume.

જ⁀➴Glorfindel

A fucking tease that shows no mercy and loves to hear you beg because it fuels his ego and eggs him on to bring you to another orgasm. With Glorfindel, it’s always ‘just one more love, can you do that for me please’ and then he makes you cum five times back-to-back with little to no remorse.

The fucking grin he sends your way as if you’re not on the verge of passing out makes you want to rub it off his face. When Glorfindel eats you out, it’s for his pleasure (your pleasure is always included) but he just wants to make you cum and squirt all over him to boost his pride.

The worst is when he forces you to look him in the eye and describe to him exactly how you want to be eaten out—it always leads to you having to beg him because you could never explain yourself.

Your face was already red from the sheer embarrassment of having your superior’s face between your legs, hovering over your most sacred place and now he wanted you to describe to him how you wished to be eaten out. His lips would ghost your folds whenever he was shifting his mouth off the inner of your thighs, placing butterfly kisses and waiting for you to respond. “I’m waiting little one, I know you want this, so might as well tell me,” his hot breath tickled your clit as he spoke directly above your cunt.

One finger was tracing your fold, lightly touching and keeping the pressure light. “Laurë, p-please, just p-please use your tongue…mouth,” your hands covered your face because you couldn’t bear to make eye contact. His eyes bore into your covered ones as he looked on before sighing and dipping his head to meet your cunt. You couldn’t shut your legs around his head like you wished to, instead, his large, calloused hands pushed them to meet your head while his tongue worked magic on your clit.

Spit-slicked and covered, his tongue rang circles making your head spin as the pressure built. Nipping and tugging at your bundle of nerves, he placed all his energy into getting you off and then pulled away at the last minute, “Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast. I haven’t forgotten you princess—you still haven’t told me how you wish to cum…so describe it or I’ll leave.”

જ⁀➴ Egalmoth

Between him Glorfindel and Celegorm I can’t tell who’s the worse because he’s sweet and aggressive at the same time. A fucking devil who means business when it’s time to get down.

He’ll let you do as you please because just wants to have his tongue buried between your legs. Egalmoth will sweet talk you into letting him eat you out and perform the craziest stunts. Always gives a kiss to your clit before he starts because “greetings are important”.

He loves to make you embarrassed and shy and will force you to keep eye contact or he will stop completely. Can and will stop in the middle of sex to eat you out despite your oversensitivity because that means you’ll be able to squirt for him.

Extremely prideful and expects that you praise him while he’s sucking the life out of you, once you do, you can kiss time goodbye because you lose track of it. What round are you on, 4? 5? 8?

The quick flip of your body on the bed and your face is planted into the sweaty sheets with your ass in the air. No warning was given, thinking that Egalmoth was going to take you from behind, but instead, you feel his hot tongue slithering over your cunt before dipping around your entrance to lazily thrust his tongue. You couldn’t escape his torture even when your body screamed at you to run, his hands were fastened to your hips, securing you still.

“Ngh—E-Egalmoth, please, god no more I can’t…” you hiccupped, and he couldn’t be bothered with your pleas. All that mattered was his tongue in your cunt, salvaging all your arousal.

With every jerk of your body away from his mouth, he would tighten his grip on your thighs and push your pussy into his face to be smothered in his as his tongue made figure eights on your clit. His calloused hand would come down to deliver quick rounds of pats to your clit as he pulled his moistened lips away, glistening with your cum. “Of course, you can give me another, I’m far from finished after all.”  

જ⁀➴ Beleg

There’s just something about the hunters and their dominance that just sends anyone crazy in both a good and bad way. Like don’t get me wrong, Beleg over here would let you lead the way until you are incapacitated.

Cradle his head as he kneels before his princess, run your fingers through his silvery hair, give them a few tugs, and guide his mouth to where you want it most. The only thing is that when he settles in and his mouth is attached, you can’t get him off until he decides when it’s right.

Don’t tug, pull or yank his head away; rub his head and cry out his name, that’s all. When he eats pussy, it’s for you, but he’s still in control. Feel me? He decides when enough is enough and if he wants to eat it for hours, deal with it. You can’t tell this man that he isn’t pleasuring you correctly—that’s a punishment right there with silent treatment.

He eats pussy when he’s stressed, happy, hungry, bored, etc. And he loves it when you sit on his face, riding him till thy kingdom come.

Flinging your head into the pillow to suppress another loud moan building in the pit of your throat, your devoted husband listened to your pleas of wanting to have another baby and was passionately at work. It seemed that you had forgotten how indulgent he became when he was serious about committing to an important act. Nothing was ever performed half-heartedly.

Fingers tugging on the gossamer locks buried between your legs and sucking on your clit like some pacifier, you squirmed at the oncoming wave of pleasure building in your hips. From where you lay, his silvery hair was all you would make out and his lips and tongue were feverishly at work. The way his large warrior hands gripped your thighs leaving behind secret imprints as they spread your legs apart wider to give him better access drove you to the brink of insanity.

“Fuck Beleg, are you trying to kill me?! Ease up, ease up…” whining in his ear was the most beautiful music and the only type he wanted to hear. After all, you asked for a baby, and as your husband, it was his duty to fulfil your wish. He needed to prepare your body for taking his release with ease.

Feeling guilty for the overwork he played on your tender cunt, he pulled away with lips coated in your arousal and glanced upwards to meet your closed eyes. “Forgive me, love, I do tend to get cared away. You do taste divine, perhaps I shall treat myself one day without a request.”

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