#-dragon.treasure

First time with Jiyan would feel like an out-of-world experience. He would be incredibly gentle with you, treating you as if you might break under him.

The second you murmur that it’s your first time, he would take a deep breath. His heart would do that strange, unfamiliar thing he later realizes has a name—love. And there would be a quiet pride in him, knowing you trusted him enough to share something so intimate.

To Jiyan, sex is never casual. He does not understand casual in that way. For him, it is sacred something that binds two souls together. (Hard agree)

There would be a pressure on him to perform well, a little too well if i may add.

His priority would always be you. Even if he is overwhelmed by his own feelings, he would focus entirely on your comfort first.

And the self control? that man would have on him will be astonishing. He would constantly hold himself back, careful with every movement, every reaction.

He would keep asking you if you are okay, if anything hurts, if he should slow down, if you need a pause or just to be held instead. His hands would never leave you for long, as if letting go might make you disappear.

If you become overwhelmed or emotional, he would immediately slow down and comfort you, gently wiping your tears and asking softly if you want to stop. His voice would always be calm, but deeply concerned.

Even if he is flustered or internally overwhelmed, he would never let it show fully. He would stay composed for your sake.

He would never rush anything. Instead, he would let the moment build slowly and carefully, giving you time to feel safe and grounded with him.

If you allow Jiyan to take the lead, and if you say yes, god that would unravel every ounce of his control.

he would cup your ass, and slowly, guide your entrance onto his tip, and once he is inside you, lord have mercy, he will thrust deeper, and kiss your collarbone, your neck with every movement he makes, and say, "look at me love, let me see your face", "dont hide from me." "You're are taking it so well", "you are such a good girl", "my beautiful lady", "keep going", "yes like that, move your hips, just, go with my rhythm" "you are doing so good".

His praise would be soft and constant meant to reassure you, not overwhelm you. He would want you to feel safe, seen, and valued above everything else.

Jiyan, will definitely talk you through it, he will make sure you are comfortable with him.

Even if he doesnt cum, he would not push you, he will make sure you do, and if you are tired after that, he will gently pull out and make sure you are not pushing yourself too much for him.

And if you insist on returning the favor and ask him not to be so gentle, you would definitely see the other side of him. But even then, there would still be softness in the way he handles you, because something inside him would always fear hurting you unintentionally. To him, you are simply too precious.

After all said and done? He would take care of you, he would be tired too, but still, he would clean you up first, wiping you, changing the sheets.

After, he will lay down with you, doing nothing just cuddling you, reassuring you, telling you how you are the most beautiful person in the world.

Later, he would prepare a warm bath for you, taking care of every detail with quiet devotion. Decorating it with scented candles, rose petals, and gently laying you in the bathtub, and will step in with you and, he will wash your hair, your body, almost reverently, as you relax against him.

And eventually, when everything is calm, you would fall asleep against him again, while he stays awake just a little longer kissing your hair softly, holding you close, and thinking that he has never felt anything more certain than this.

“You’re healing quickly..” your words snapped him out of his internal musings, and he blinked once, twice as if your face was only now coming into his vision, cleared away of fog and distance. His lips pull upward at the corners slightly, searching your eyes for something.

“And that is much relief, but also to be expected when I have you tending to all that wishes to ail me” His words were a warm timbre, as gentle as the hearth fire in dusky winter nights. “I have much to thank you for,” he added as he watched you tuck away the excess wrapping, securing it tightly before patting the palm of your hand around the side of his forearm, the motion gentle. 

“The healers have done their due as well, I am not a great healer, but I know how to dress a wound” you told him as you looked up at him after finishing your task, exhaling softly through your nose. Elven blood was enduring, persevering, yet not even that was able to make you feel any less tired, or look the part. For too long did Glorfindel linger outside of your eyes and out of your reach, fighting battles and doing deeds worthy of the praise he got, and more. For too long he left you without a word. All of which you understood, yet it did little to comfort you of his safety. Had you any skill with a sword as he did, perhaps you would have taken a place by his side in the battles. But your weapon was a quill, rather than a blade.

“The healers have gotten their due praise and my gratitude, but you ought not to discredit yourself simply because you do not bear the title of theirs” Glorfindel said, his tone laced with subtle interwoven notes of concern. His head absentmindedly titled to one side, hoping to catch your suddenly fallen gaze. 

Your eyes flickered to his own for a heartbeat before you busied yourself with sorting away the excess wound dressing, ointments and herbs and tools and all else you brought in your healer’s bag. For a healing wound of his, this was much unnecessary. “I am not discrediting myself” you replied, your voice dropping lower despite your efforts to keep sturdy. Secrets were a distant thing between you and Glorfindel, almost as if there was an external force stripping you both bare, feeling so natural yet, at times like these, embarrassing. 

“I only worry you’ll allow the reputation everyone pins on you to get the better of your wits one day”  It was a harmless bite, a proof of your worry you knew not how to express in any other way.

Glorfindel huffed out a laugh, breathing in a good mouthful as his lips quirked upwards as if greatly amused by your words. He sighed as he shook his head slowly, his gaze leaving you for a moment as he took in the sight of the great bedchamber around him. The gold lances of the sun shone through still, slowly transitioning from gold to pale purples and pinks. “Surely, you do not worry yourself to exhaustion because of this?” he looked back to you, “Must I remind you that I am not as reckless as you may think?” he offers gently.

Your eyes met his gaze, noticing the hint of mischief but also.. worry. He may not show it, but you could see it, feel it when his fingers brushed your hand in a silent quest of comfort for both of your hearts. 

“No.. I.. I am fully aware of your skill, Glorfindel” you made yourself chuckle, lips pulling upward in a smile to ease yourself into the sentence. “I just.. hate to see you hurt, surely you understand that I am not exactly myself when I see you like this?” you take his good hand in yours and give a squeeze which he gladly returned. “It pains me to see you off wherever you go to battle, any battle, and to be sure sometimes my heart makes a beast out of a fly, but I.. I just worry for you, melda”

“I know… as do I for you..” he smiles at you again, and his hand slips the clasp of yours to find its way up. His fingers touched the line of your jaw tenderly at first, feather light, before his palm slipped onto your cheek to hold it. Seeing you lean into it made Glorfindel sit up and draw closer to you. His lips found yours in a lingering kiss. He was warm, warm as always, warm as fire and he held yours like nothing else mattered in the world but this very moment. 

After he had pulled back he made slow, sweet motions that brushed the tip of his nose against yours and then pressed your foreheads together.  “Elin nin.. you can have my word that I would never cast aside all the wisdom I have just so another song may be sung about me, not when I know you’d eat yourself from within if I were to do something so stupid” His tone had dropped to a whisper, shared strictly within this small bubble the two of you created. 

“Recklessness does not suit me, as you always love to remind me, and I do not care to try it out again any time soon” he chuckled, sparking a small chain reaction that ended with you chuckling along with him. Your hand found its way over his, holding him glued to you. 

“You said I look like a fool when I am too hasty” he continued, fueling the moment for what it was, so it may melt away the tension.

“Foolish behaviour is not fit for a lord of the house of the Golden Flower” you told him, shuffling closer to him. 

Glorfindel nodded, “Precisely. And I’d be an even bigger fool not to listen to you, Meleth nîn. There’d be many songs sung about Glorfindel the Fool by now.. Hah, I can almost imagine the verses. ‘Glorfindel charged with a mighty shout, but tripped on a rock and his long cape right out’!” 

It was hard to resist laughter, and it all bubbled up to your mouth and shook your shoulders as Glorfindel came up with verses on the spot. 

“ ‘His sword slipped from his hand, stuck in a tree so high, he wondered whether he might just wish it goodbye’ “ 

He did not stop until you slapped him on the shoulder, cheeks dusted with pink from laughter. “Oh, stop! You got your point across, no need to make me suffer any more with these verses of yours” you complained as you doubled over, the top of your head pressing into his shoulder as to hide away the mirth in your face.

“Ecthellion knows how to write and sing better than I, but I am not so bad myself at weaving a rhyme or two” he replied, letting you lean into him while one arm went around you, his good arm pressing you further into him. His chest was shaking with humble chuckles. “Melin ceni hin lîn síla i ‘eladhach! Don’t hide from me” He told you after swallowing a breath and you took courage to face the golden haired lord with all your flushed-face might. 

“There you are” he added and cupped the back of your nape with his hand. “Has my recklessness frightened you?”

“No, but it might annoy me if you mention it any more” you straightened up and kissed his cheek, reveling in the way he glowed when he smiled. 

melda - beloved

Elin nin - my star

Meleth nîn - my love

Melin ceni hin lîn síla i ‘eladhach -I love to see your eyes shine when you laugh

Couple of days before you had walked through the cities after receiving Aragorn and yours’ old friends, now come as guests, and there you've seen your people prepared for the approaching holiday. Despite the cold, their faces glowed with warmth and joy. Ever since the war ended the hopes these people displayed was almost strange in how brightly it shone, both in their eyes and in their work. Aragorn had commented on it as well, expressing the unfamiliarity that graced his heart, but he did not cast it away. It was a welcome unfamiliarity. For someone who witnessed and felt the darkness, it felt like accepting aid for the first time. But once it was grasped in your hands you swore to do what you could to protect it forever more. Aragorn, although now a king, never fit into his kingly role as one might’ve expected. He made it a point to walk outside without fancy robes or the crown, being a simple man just like the rest of them, and you were not the only one that appreciated such acts. 

Despite your clouded and mixed thoughts, your own joy arose, bubbling along the surface as you became surrounded by more familiar faces over the past couple of days. Aragon had been affected by it too, in the most positive ways. Whatever weight was on his shoulders suddenly melted from him. Friends, family - these were no ordinary words for him. They meant a great deal and carried even greater weight. Suddenly a sound graced your ears, a shuffling from behind and something light dragging across the ground, but you did not turn to meet it. The morning held you still. 

“Dearest..” a voice came behind you before a fur cloak kissed your back and thinly veiled arms. “..what brought you from bed and my arms so early this morn?”

He's whispering in that gruff tone of his, no less gentle than any other time he addressed you. Warmth clung to him and the scent of warm blankets tickled your nose, tempting you. Aragorn’s kingly life also meant a certain extent of domesticity that had warmed the old Ranger's heart furthermore. You sigh a smile as you feel warmth seep through your frosty skin, feeling it ebb and flow like a thousand lover’s kisses as your hands caught the edges of it to bring it closer, only now willing to admit you might not be as immune to the cold as you wished to be.  Turning your head to him you noted the darkened, sleep heavy eyes as he took you in, patiently waiting for your response to break him from his dream-like state. There was no rush to be had, especially not so early. 

“Nothing worrying, Aragorn.. I am alright” you finally told him when his eyes began to wander, looking for a response written between your features; they snapped back to your eyes when you replied. There was a subtle pull at the corners of his mouth and a small nod, displaying that his ears have not given into the dreams and its call. 

“Good.. but you need your strength” he spoke plainly, his arms pulling the cloak further around you. There was more to be had to his words, but his refusal to speak more than needed amused you enough. 

A chuckle falls from your lips like a scoff, your lips pulling into a grin. “For what?.. Oh, do you see the upcoming evening like a battle?” 

Aragorn can’t help but roll his eyes at you, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder instead as his eyelids give under their weight once more. His arms wrapped around your middle, bringing the cloak closer around you. “I would’ve thought you would have missed your old companions, especially after not seeing them so long.. Should I go warn them of events to come?”

“Enough of you..” his arms affectionately squeeze you in his own way of defiance, pushing his chin closer to your neck where his beard tickled and pricked at your skin. “You very well know my words did not hold such meaning, so why must you make it out to be so?” Although you cannot clearly see him now, with him being so closely pressed up against your side, you can feel the curve of his lips.

“To help you wake up. Be sure, my teasing is not nearly what the teasing of others will be..” Your tone had dropped to a comfortable whisper, nuzzling back against him before he slowly began to sway and teeter you away from the balcony, leading you back inside. 

“That I know.. but I still have half a day's worth of time to prepare. I believe you’d help me better by joining me in bed for a moment longer”

“Of course. Yet I will have you know that I cannot simply let you sleep again.. We should talk about today” Gently you reached for his hand, your cold fingers giving him a squeeze, but internally you could feel him frown at the coldness. Once back inside, he was quick to close the balcony door and bring you to bed.

“That is quite fine, I did not expect to rest for much longer. You seem excited.. Could that be the reason for your restlessness?” 

“Perhaps” you smile at him, sliding underneath the thick blanket, meeting his gaze as he follows in after you. “Perhaps I am just happy to see you be so…yourself?” you continue in a mellow tone, reaching your hand out to cup his cheek. He leans in, eyes falling shut as his warmth spreads through your fingertips, and for a brief moment he grasps your wrist in order to plant a firm kiss to your palm. Then he lets go and cradles you close, pulling you into him until your head is on his chest. 

“And I am simply happy that you, and all those loved by me, are safe and happy as well..”

The moments passed swiftly in his arms, the warmth seeping through your bones like warm water through cloth, soaking it up in the comforts of his hold. So dear was the moment that the inescapable parting felt all the worse for it. The cold didn’t seem so bothersome while you were situated alone on the balcony.

The sun climbed higher up the sky, smoothly making its ascend although it felt further away than in any other season, for it failed to chase away the chill even as you walked in the courtyard dressed in several layers. Breaking your fasts that morning with Aragorn was swift, as both of you got pulled apart by your own duties, although duties were more numbered on his end than yours. There was something he was hiding, you could tell by the way his eyes hoped to flee from yours when you stared too long, but you did not know the secret was. So you let him be for now.

 Gimli stood underneath the white tree, its branches pebbled with closed buds of flowers that awaited spring through the winter. You could hear his laugh from within the halls of your home, a deep and joyous rumble, and soon you figured out why. Before him the two hobbits, Pippin and Merry, rolled in the snow, trying to push the other one’s face into it. Assuming the end goal was just that, to drown the other in the cold white blanket of nature, Merry was surely on his way to win.

“Good morrow, master Gimli” you called to the dwarf through your chuckling, your gloved hands clutched for warmth. 

“Master Gimli?” Gimli scoffed as he turned to look at you, head slightly tilted upward. “Has the distance made us grow into strangers, (Y/n)? Surely not, I’ve hardly been away for that long for ya to forget me” You grin at him, already shaking your head in denial, lifting your hand to wave it in dismissal. 

“Of course not! Of course not.. I was simply being polite. I hope you’ll forgive me for that, hm?” you can’t help but smile at him, his eyes shining with that dwarfish mischief entangled with joy, as well as a certain spec of pride only his kind knew how to wear well.

It was hard not to laugh mid-sentence, although the chuckling that fell from between your teeth was already heralding your doom, as Pippin shouted with his mouth full of snow after Merry shoved him into a pile of it. Glancing his way for a moment, his whole face was a mask of pure white, but it soon crumbled away, and he was at Merry again. Both of them laughed - a sweet song in the courtyard, it even rivaled the cold.

“I had hoped to teach these ones a little bit of old dwarfish snow customs, which are few and far between as it is - and yet, they turned it into a completely different game. But I suppose wrestling is not too far off from what I had in mind” Gimli explained, a few snowflakes melting in his beard and mustache. 

“Good thing you have plenty of time before the snow melts”. Gimli had shuffled for a moment, reaching inside his intricate and thick layers only to procure his pipe and a handful of green leaves. You wished not to linger on the question of ‘where’ he kept it all.

“Aye. And where is that Aragorn of yours now, stolen off to somewhere without us?” 

You look back at the dwarf, noticing the curve of his lips, a teasing coy look lit up his eyes. You sighed and shrugged your shoulders, giving way for silence to linger, knowing of Gimli’s lack of patience for such slow talk and subtle talks. But before he could get impatient enough to burst with another quip of his, you told him Aragorn had gone to oversee the last preparations for the feast tonight. And although you two had shared the load of planning, Aragorn insisted he does this last thing on his own. So you let him. The hardest part of preparations were done and that gave your mind some ease. 

After a little more talk you excused yourself on the behalf of your freezing toes, wandering off and back inside to the great halls within the fortress. It felt welcoming, yet no less odd in the most pleasing way, to see more of your old companions within, no doubt seeking the warmth of the great hearth in the dining hall. Boromir sat closest to the fire, Sam beside him and Frodo on the other side of the bench with Legolas keeping stand just a little behind them all, leaned against a pillar and dressed far more lighter than the others. If you could read the thoughts of others, you were sure you’d find a thought that ran along the lines of ‘I wish I had a drop of elf in me to bear the cold better’. 

“The Queen!” Samwise Gamgee called in a pleasant surprise of a tone, his eyes lighting up like gems in such ways it made you feel tender, almost unworthy of the praise veiled behind his outburst. The others turned to look, and alike Sam, they all smiled and greeted you warmly. 

“Come by the fire, warm yourself” The words were first told by Boromir, who was already rising from his seat to give it to you instead, but you insisted you did not need it. You were on the prowl, you told him, chuckling. “In search of Aragorn, are you?” he followed your line of thought and you nodded, making him scoff and look at the others and then back at you, almost as if sharing  a silent thought with them.

“Didn’t lose him, did you?” Sam quipped, with the scarce teasing, yet pure smile of his. 

“Oh, no. I hope not, otherwise I’d have no other choice but to call for the Fellowship again..” you mused. “Thankfully, that quest would be far less perilous, although perhaps a little bit dull, compared to what we had gotten used to”.

“Where do you think he’s hiding?” It was Frodo this time that mustered the courage to throw a jest your way, but no later did he try to drown his smile in the large pint of steaming tea only to hiss when he scalded himself, and in turn Sam hissed too for him to be more careful. “It seems I need not say anything, Frodo, the tea scolded you in my stead. Hah, but I think I might find him soon if I keep on searching. He is not the best when it comes to hiding, at least from me..” you told him as you watched Frodo reach for his burnt lips, no doubt he also burnt his tongue but the momentary flash of pain in his features was replaced with gentle mirth. And just like before, you had to excuse yourself, this time on the excuse of being too warm and in need of fresh air. Your heart felt full, knowing so many familiar souls had gathered together again, and you passed several as you passed through the grand halls alone before finally seeing that one face you were looking for.

You found him in the inner courtyard, a far smaller one with a glass ceiling. A green-house. He had it built for you not too long after his coronation, and he had planted many flowers and plants since then, some of which he got from Rivendell or Rohan. Now, amidst the many pots and in the soil underfoot lay several of your own works as well. It was warm here, or perhaps it was you who was too warm at the sight of his gentle tending to the plants. He was lone, his guards not posted anywhere near.

“My King..” 

His head turned at the sound of your wistful voice, his eyes reflecting a moment of surprise before a tender smile curved his lips. “My Queen..” It falls from his lips gently like a petal. 

“What are you doing?” Inquiring seemed innocently foolish after you glimpsed the flowers in his hands, the sensitive orchid and lilies bouquet tied deftly by a red ribbon and another one in your favorite color. The bows sat slightly lopsided, but they held the flowers together well enough. Perhaps hearing his response would make you feel less like a fool for asking, but fools in love do foolish things, so you couldn’t blame yourself for inquiring, nor him for his secrecy.

“Why, I am only hoping to prepare a good gift for my love” he began, looking back down at the bouquet, the dagger he used for cutting lay on the wooden work table placed in the middle of the green-house. “Once she told me loved these flowers but I failed to give them to her on time as they failed to bloom in my care. And now, as I hold them here, I am asking myself whether she would like them. What say you, my lady?” 

There was an attempt to hold your heart from squeezing out of the impact of his affection, but one skip of a heart and your lungs feel devoid of air, and your lips are all but helpless in the fight against a smile. ‘The green-house was always warm, but surely it wasn’t supposed to be this warm, was it?’ Your throat bobbed as you swallowed a word or two involuntarily, something which Aragorn shows his satisfaction in a form of a widening smile and for further measure he lifts the bouquet up for your inspection. 

“Have you counted the flowers?” you suddenly ask and you can tell it catches him off guard, his blue eyes flickering from you to each open flower. “..I have” he responded quickly, mid-count. You waited, letting silence grab hold of his cloaked shoulders and every petal of the flowers, your smile slowly widening as you watched the cogs and wheels turning in his mind, only veiled by his eyes. "I have counted them" He looks up at you then, after counting each flower, brows furrowed in one firm question that he dares not voice then.

Silence may have been a vice for him, but it was a challenge for you to not tease him further or begin laughing at the evident uncertainty. You let out a huff of laughter, breaking in through the silence that nearly suffocated his hope for a thoughtful gift.

“You..” he begins and you end up laughing more at the tremble his voice nearly clung on to, edged by gruffness of feigned anger. His feet suddenly carry him in a few  swift strides towards you. You can hardly look at him through your squinted eyes, failing to look serious. “My beloved, you will be the end of me one of these days” he softens his words, tempering them until the playfulness forms from his tongue and leaves behind lightheartedness. 

“One of these days, no, that’d be too soon. Maybe after you’ve learned to count the flowers, but that day won’t come for a long time yet, I reckon” now at ease and calmer than you were moments prior with giggles in your chest, you tipped your head backwards, only to peer into the learned blue eyes of your king husband. There was not a shadow of arrogance in there, but there was age and a thousand and some stories. 

“All your friends are asking about you, where you ran off to” you began after a moment of not one word being uttered. Years had made it so that words seemed like excess in some moments, a lot of them. 

“They’re getting a bit impatient.. We should go meet them” 

“Aye, yes, we should” Aragorn says and with one hand he seeks yours out, guiding it to take hold of the bouquet, and until you’re securely holding the flowers he does not let go. His hands are warm, calloused, and they leave a lingering feeling before he parts. The separation does not last long for he offers you his elbow, and without any hesitation you loop your arm through his after giving his cheek a kiss. 

Thranduil

-Listen- Thranduil is hard to reach, he’s a tough nut to crack as one may say, and he is quite distrustful of strangers, but this is not a scenario where you’re a stranger to him, oh no. 

-While you have caught the interest of the elven king and as his knowledge is ever so deep on both elven customs and that of man, he can’t say he has ever indulged in the human customs quite so much. You sort of make him want to indulge in it all. 

-Thranduil is not the one to hastily discard his public image and reputation for the sake of a fleeting touch of fingers or a graze of your lips across his cheek in a farewell bidding, yet seeing you do so with your company with which you travel with makes him think.

-For a mind that has seen so many centuries and so many faces, you have made him feel as if the memories of friends of old and strangers came before his eyes only in preparation to see you. Quite weird, but it is what his mind makes him think. Were you sent to his path for a reason?

-And where do you get your boldness from, to try and touch him so easily? What makes you think that is proper? When have you become so brazen when just yesterday you seemed to struggle with speaking to him formally? 

-He does request your company alone from time to time, walks through the woods and dinnertime especially, and this opens way for more privacy and attempts at intimacy.

-Here, you’d find him more forgiving at accepting your advances

-He is still getting used to the feel which your hands leave behind after gripping his own hand or his arm, or the tug at his sleeve the poke of your fingers at his side - yet he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. It’s such a small change in his life, but it feels surreal to experience it all the same when he is so used to the generally the same routine and schedule, especially in his relations with others. 

-At the end of the journey of your outing, he’d return the gestures with one of his own, one a bit more subtle than yours, but he makes sure his kisses on your knuckles linger

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Legolas

-Humans are touchy, yes, Legolas has witnessed much of this displayed affection since he departed Mirkwood for his journeys, but what he felt when he saw all of it wasn’t shock or disgust like some of his peers felt when they saw these “crude and hasty customs” - rather he felt some longing instead, a yearning.

-He craves a close connection too, but he is hopeless in seeking it out in the world of mortals and he is a bit without a clue on how to develop such a closeness with someone. He wasn’t raised in a place where emotions are foreign, but as established before - human and elven customs do differ, and they both perceive emotions and displays of it differently. You can say Legolas fits a bit more into whatever human ways are of expressing emotions. Firm hand holds and tight hugs instead of brush of fingers and longing looks during long periods of courting. Man, Legolas just craves a strong friendship, let alone a relationship

-I think it would be safe to say Legolas is touch-starved in his own right, simply put

-So when you come along, and you both click as companions? He is quite happy to put it lightly. I don’t think there is an adequate term that can summarize his elven giddiness when he simply sees you being openly affectionate with your friends, he feels a sense of belonging since you are not a stranger he observed, but someone he has come to understand too. He knows your name, your story, what you do and don’t like

-Yet this doesn’t prepare him for when you show the same affection to him as well. Suddenly all lectures and elven courting rules and traditions come pouring in his head all within a blink of an eye and it is the first time you have seen him look so taken aback. 

-He doesn’t reject your advances however, he’s much more accepting of them than his father, and it is just you and your shared small company, sometimes not even them, that get to see this exchange. He is.. giddy, quite happy.

-It feels fulfilling sharing in the affections, although he is much more reserved than you by quite a lot - he tries though. He’d still absolutely love it if you accepted his proposal of courting, so he can court you properly and as you deserve. Please let him he is on the edge of his seat, he is about to fall off waiting

-Despite what he feels and how human his smiles and expressions have become since you began to pay him this attention, he is patient, he moves at a slower pace than you and he is your grounding rock when you become too hasty

-It is not a rare sight to see him draping his cloak around you, or - at your request - see him sitting next to you huddled under the same cloak or a blanket by the fire. Coziest he has ever been tbh…

-In some summary - your hands are held gently, your brows are kissed tenderly and you are well taken care of with him around

-(Please send me more Legolas thoughts or requests I love my bbg sm)

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Lindir

-Now this one is a little more dense. Denser than the Elven King? I hear you ask, and I say to you - possibly.

-Now, correct me if I am wrong, but he isn’t exactly too old, by elvish standards of course. He is relatively young by their norms, and has spent a lot of his time in Rivendell, serving Lord Elrond

-A very personal headcanon, take it or leave it, but he is even younger than Legolas.

-Anyhow, Lindir is quite dutiful in his work and doesn’t accept it comfortably when new energies are introduced to his environment. He can get quite skittish and tense when things aren’t going according to some mental plan he has set out in his mind, or even worse - if the events aren’t following a plan shared by him and the others. He is very keen on sticking to this familiarity of routine and stagnancy, in some way.

-So, note his surprise when you stick around and worm your way into his daily schedule.

-For a long while he swore to himself up and down how he will never get used to you, perhaps if you grew as old as he then he might, but your life was a flicker in comparison to his own

-He is even more surprised and confused when he sees himself looking for too long at you sharing hugs with your friends, bidding them goodbye and safe travels by kissing them hard on the forehead and trying to..wrestle them? What an odd thing to do to your friends..

-He is more baffled when you attempt to do the same to him. How could you?!

-He is an elf, an elf with standards!

-An elf with standards which you break through anyway since you’re so..infectious. Lindir had the funny thought, although it was a bit unsettling to him at the moment, that he was sick or fading/dying.

-In the days and months following, it took much effort to finally see the fruit of your labor. Lindir was finally, although still slowly, opening up to just spending more time with you instead of going by his strict routine that he played on repeat.

-He doesn’t sit three feet away from you anymore, but rather two and a half.. Not literally, of course, but the distance between you seems like it is miles with the way he sometimes acted in the beginning of these outings with you.

-The distance surely shrinks until he is actually next to you, his fingers brushing against your skin as he traces a small scar there which you claim you earned in your childhood. By elvish standards, humans are nowhere near perfection, but his thoughts have begun to change, and he no longer sees perfection in the standards he was raised with, but rather he sees it in you. Each little thing that separates you from another, and little by little he begins to sow you into his memory.

-He isn’t the best at remembering mortal souls, they all pass by quickly, but you linger and linger and he doesn’t want you to not linger. Linger with him by the fountain, will you? Let him ask you questions to distract himself from the fact your hand embraced his?

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- But you do and when that settles in his mind he really clings on. He wraps his arms around you and does not let go, nuzzling into you, your neck, your hair, your chest, your back, all depending on your positions and preferences at the moment 

- His favorite position would be something face to face, or rather front to front as he does like to nuzzle into your neck a lot so it's not really eye to eye lol

- He prefers hugging you from the back and cuddling like that when he doesn't really want to face you if he's got something troubling him and he just wants to feel as if he's enough to hold you. Just some little trick he plays with himself ig

- loves when you run your fingers through his hair, and often falls asleep like that, his hold on you slowly growing looser as he slips into slumber

-He has a tendency to seek you out in his sleep at times, he just needs to feel your warmth, especially when the days get rougher and days become darker. You’ll just randomly wake up with his head on your chest or his hand holding yours.

-Aventurine and sleep can vary from time to time and depending on the activities during the day really. He isn’t exactly constant with his sleep schedule. So if he’s had a long, tiring  and busy day he would sleep for longer and go to bed earlier, with his mornings consisting of a few “five more minutes please” if you try to wake him up. His work time doesn’t start too early anyway, so please don’t wake him (his words, not mine)(wake him up)(he needs to get to work-)

- On the other side, if he didn’t have much to do during the day or the activities were more on the satisfying end for him, he does tend to have some form of late night “zoomies” and doesn’t go to bed until at least 1am. It’s not like he is jumping around the house and bouncing off of walls, but he is still talkative, a big chatterbox, and could definitely use a walk to blow some energy off before finally deeming himself tired enough to attempt falling asleep. Playing card games with him also is a nice way to unwind, even if you're too tired to speak, Aventurine will talk for the both of you.

-However, sometimes he stays up for another reason, and that being his own emotional state that comes back to bite him in the rear just when he thinks he has forgotten enough about it, but ignoring it only postpones the issue. Staring at the bedroom ceiling until the early hours of the morning and with his head clouded with thoughts, he tends to just …exist.. Sometimes he cries, sometimes he feels he’s too numb to even do that. Either way, his sleep is fucked wholly in this scenario, and he has half the thought to take a sick day for himself

-As for bed sharing and cuddles - Aventurine doesn’t mind sharing in the slightest, if anything it can be quite comforting. He only makes an exception to this rule when either one of you needs privacy and some time to yourselves. He doesn’t really care if you happen to steal his blanket either. Take it, he’s used to sleeping however and can sleep in most positions, warm or cold. In terms of positions - he doesn’t have a favorite

-As for cuddles, in the start of your relationship he likes to fall asleep solo, with you there if you’re already sharing the bed, but he will crawl to you, be it due to his dreams or in some half asleep- half awake faze in the middle of the night

-He goes for either his head on your chest or in your neck or spooning, can be quite the big cuddler as you grow even closer

Hand holding

- He has gloves on a lot of times but when he goes to hold your hand he does stop to take a glove off, he really does prefer skin on skin contact and, although a minute detail in day to day life, he appreciates it a lot

- If you two are walking he does prefer to hold your hand in a way where your fingers interlock together, just feels so safe and warm and y'all can drag eachother around comfortably and it also shows a side of Aven he often hides. 

- side note(?): Aventurine would love to just pretend for a day or two. And by that I mean he'd love to take you to a planet where both of you are just two nobodies with no names, and he'd love to change out of his signature attire and just be a nobody with you, enjoying the small "meaningless" things with you on this unknown world. In short- being human with you is his fantasy, a dream

- back on track- he prefers if you hold his right hand since he doesn't want you to feel his left one shaking when he's afraid/nervous (if I got the order wrong, don't mind me, just flip em around)

- but if you insist on holding his left arm, he prefers if you hold him by the elbow a lot of times instead of going for your usual interlocked fingers

- if you insist further, he sighs softly as you hold his shaky hand and he internally melts too, occasionally. It does comfort him when you caress that hand or play with his fingers or the rings he wears on them. It gives him something else to focus on and it brings the cacophony in his mind down

Reactions to different ways of affection

- Aventurine has a rather similar reaction to most displays of affection but that doesn't mean they're any less genuine, and there's always a small variation in the way his eyes light up or how big his smile is - it's just that an ordinary person wouldn't quite catch these variations 

-Sometimes, if you manage to catch his reactions on camera they can be quite the precious keepsakes

- How Aventurine melts into the palm of your hand when you cups his cheek, leaning some of his weight into it like an oversized cat and looking at you with shimmering, colorful eyes that just scream "oh how much I love you", his cheeks dusted with faintest of reds

- How Aventurine chuckles, laughs, when you give him a kiss on the cheek or on his temple without any warning sign you'd do anything like that. His hand scratches back at his nape as he waves it off but teases you simultaneously. How could you ever miss the sheen of want in his eyes, the way they glaze over and look at you for the rest of the evening in silent admiration

- Most favorite of all, and especially during the night, Aventurine loves the feel of your fingers through his hair. He looks and feels calmer, he feels human and he feels seen. He feels all his sins and worries melt from his body to get soaked by the mattress beneath him. And he hums shortly, low in his throat as he slowly feels sleep cloud his mind like heavy, comforting mist. And he has the most important person in his life in his hold... he's holding the whole world in his arms tonight.

-It distracts you so much from the wonders of life - and takes you away from him of course, how dare the exams do such a thing, how can those professors demand so much smh..

-This is too out of character.

-If he could clap his clapper board to re-do this entire segment of your life and trade it for something better and more easy on your mind and body, he would. But alas..

-He truly does admire your perseverance in the field, even with all the trials and tribulations you passed to get to where you are now. Don’t think for a second that he ever forgot; even the tiniest details cannot escape his memory. If his mind was a palace, he’d have a special room, a library, made just for the memories of you. Everything and anything related to you

-While he is busy himself he still feels the shift in the relationship - aka the lack of time spent together and while he doesn’t like it, he won’t distract you from it unless it is to check up on you or if you really burnt away the day at your books.

-While he is not the best at cooking a good meal for you, he will clean up the house while you’re studying, set the table up and clean after you two eat since this guy is gonna order your favorite meal and drinks and make sure you get some good nutrients and hydration in you. He can make simple things…like tea and coffee and maybe some scrambled eggs but honestly that is not good enough for your current situation. 

-He would make you tea before bed - something he also makes you do on time. He is not against using his memokeeper magic to make you come to bed sooner. At times he doesn’t even have to use that, he’d just move the hands on the big clock to make it seem as if hours passed and you’re just too tired to check your phone until you’re tucked away in his arms in bed. 

-If it is still early in the evening he does love to talk to you to pull you out of your study cave mood. Sometimes he can go on tangents about all the elements needed in preparation of a film or a certain aspect that makes a good character and why, other times he tells you about what happened on set last time, his frustrations and such all while having these very animated movements and gestures with his arms or even legs sometimes. He cannot sit still. But if he sees that his yapping is overwhelming you he knows to tone it down to a softer language and volume, just asking you simple questions if you’d like to cuddle or what you’d like to eat.

-He’d drag you over to him, tenderly by the arm and have you lay your head in his lap, cooing softly at how sweet you look like that while his hand goes to smooth through your hair. He would tease you if you were in any better spirits but he just smiles and watches how your lashes flutter shut, your cheeks lightly dusted with blush.

-Reca is very.. colorful with his words and quite creative, so besides the endless list of pet names, some of which are lowkey ridiculous, he is a pro at giving you encouraging words. He can be quite smug when he sees the effect he has on you

-Would definitely talk to you until you fall asleep too, whispering sweet nothings into the top of your head as his hand runs up and down your back, lulling you to sleep.