#13daysofspookywritingevent

Rules

- you can request a scenario you want me to write, but except:

NSFW, description of r*pe, heavy abuse in any way

- I write character x reader stories

- make sure that what you are requesting is clear & be polite and patient please

- I write for The Hobbit/LOTR, Narnia - mainly Caspian, Peter, Edmund, Harry Potter (The Marauders era mainly - Sirius, James, Remus)

Below you can find all my works💛

L O T R

l e g o l a s

secret love (legolas x fem!reader) - series (2 parts), fluff

-  You are Tauriel’s younger sister and fall in love with the elven prince and he with you. Your sister and his father find out after a few years, but he can’t banish you.

part one

part two

f r o d o

fears (platonic frodo x fem!reader)

- Imagine being the ring beare instead of Frodo and he comforts you after the ring gets destroyed. (requested)

h a l d i r

getting to know Haldir would include... - requested by anon

T H E  H O B B I T

lovely - Fili/Kili/Thorin x fem!reader

s m a u g

Dragon Heart

teaser

one old room & shiny things - pt. 1

rumours - pt. 2

old friends - pt. 3

strange thief & stars - pt. 4

looking behind - pt. 5

t a u r i e l

Dating both Kili and Tauriel would include

not so subtle (tauriel x fem!reader)

forehead kisses (platonic tauriel x fem!elf!reader)

random tauriel headcanons

daughter moments - tauriel x daughter!reader, requested by @imagines4everyone

t h r a n d u i l

holding on (thranduil x fem!elf!reader) - requested by @jadewestwriter

part one

part two

getting to know Thranduil would include... - requested by anon

l i n d i r

princess of rivendell (lindir x fem!reader)

butterflies (lindir x fem!reader)

part one

part two

b a i n

clear sky - requested by Megan

b o f u r

father's hen - requested by @kpopgirlbtssvt

t h o r i n

dragon sickness

- fanart by @grunid 💙

k i l i

kili x half-elf half-human reader would include... - requested by anon

strange behaviour

just the way you are

little secret - requested by @just-a-dreamer23

daughter moments - requested by @imagines4everyone

an apple - requested by anon

nyctophobia

kili with barista s/o would include

snow day

flowers for a girl

the sounds of home - requested by

broken

- Imagine thinking Kili loves Tauriel only for him to love you back.

when the worlds collide (kili x fem!reader) - series (? parts), 

- Some characters from The Hobbit end up in your house in modern world, and you have to find a way how to get them back to Middle-Earth.

tags: @moony-artnstuff @whenputtingpentopaper @kumqu4t @slytherinambitious

masterlist

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

imagine you and kili arguing (kili x fem!reader) - oneshot (chat)

late night dinner

part one

part two

late night baking

- inspired by 'Chocolate chips' by @legolasoftherings

Dating both Kili and Tauriel would include

f i l i

sweet baking (fili x fem!reader) - gift for @guardianofrivendell

enchanted - (fili x fem!reader) - cinderella au, gift for @guardianofrivendell

a book - (fili x reader) - requested by anon

dad - fili x single mom!reader - requested by anon

t h e  c o m p a n y

once there was a hobbit (the company x reader) - series (? parts),

- You ending up in Middle-Earth and going on the quest with the Company.

part one

part two

h e a d c a n o n s

Fili and Kili having a crush/girlfriend shorter then them would include - requested by anon

LOTR characters while taking an exams

TH/LOTR characters on Tumblr

TH/LOTR characters on Tumblr pt. 2

Bofur, Pippin and Kili dating tomboy - requested by @rowandor

Kili, Pippin, Bofur and Aragorn comforting you before jaw surgery - requested by @rowandor

~ 1 3  d a y s  o f  s p o o k y  w r i t i n g  e v e n t  ~

- hosted by @dumbassunderthemountain

day 1 - love potion (Kili x fem!reader) - word: potion

day 2 - october stories & giggles (platonic Fili x fem!reader x platonic Kili) - word: haunted building

day 3 - spooky time (platonic Fili x fem!reader x platonic Kili) - word: spooky

day 4 - it suits you (Kili x fem!reader)

day 5 - monster (Kili x reader)

day 6 - pumpkin secrets (Fili x reader x Kili)

day 7 - ghosts of past (platonic!Tauriel x reader x Kili)

day 8 - fun times ahead (the company x reader)

day 9 - night skies and stars (kili x reader)

          - a human (the company x reader) - oneshot, fluff (I wasn’t happy with it, but it’s posted anyways)

day 10 - a messy situation (kili x reader)

day 11 - pet mom (legolas x reader)

day 12 - enchanted forest (thranduil x reader) - oneshot, fluff (melancholy)

day 13 - ghost stories (kili x reader)

g i f t s / r e q u e s t s

so-called matchmaker by @rogue-durin-16 - request

market day by @legolasoftherings - gift

family dinner by @legolasoftherings - gift

snowday with kili by @guardianofrivendell - gift

silver is the new sexy by @gossip-girl-of-middle-earth - request

kili & elle (me) headcanon by @kumqu4t - gift/request

worries by @bitter-sweet-farmgirl - gift (🥺❤)

birthday cake by @luna-writes-stuff - request

a c t o r    i m a g i n e s

l e e  p a c e

bad dream (lee pace x fem!reader)

- Yours and Lee’s son wakes you after having a nightmare.

MARVEL

SPIDERMAN

p e t e r   p a r k e r / s p i d e r m a n

christmas dumbass (peter parker x fem!reader)

baker of the year (peter parker x fem!reader)

christmas cuddles (peter parker x fem!reader)

HP/THE MARAUDERS ERA

h e a d c a n o n s

Hogwarts houses as moodboards

N A R N I A

c a s p i a n

baking with Caspian would include

dating caspian would include requested by @silverblades

THE ADVENTURERS GROUPCHAT

Im so excited! This is the first day of the 13 days of spooky writing event created by @dumbassunderthemountain​. The prompt for today was potion so I took inspiration from that plus the tale of sleeping beauty with a twist. I tried to switch the classic gender roles in the fairytale and remove all the creepy issues with consent the story deals with. I hope y'all don't mind all the Thranduil content I have been doing lately, Im not sure what's up with that. Just feel inspired ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You worked as a personal made to Prince Thranduil of Mirkwood. Your job was hard, but it payed well and helped you support your family. Your favorite and least favorite part of the job was the prince himself. On one hand, you found his presence enchanting and on the other it stung your heart to be around him. You see you fell in love with the prince, despite knowing it was impossible to be loved back. You were a commoner after all, and he was royalty. Despite this fact the prince and you shared many conversations together while you were cleaning his room. Everyone of these conversations made you just fall deeper and deeper in love with Thranduil; Little did you know the same was happening to him. 

On one particular night, you and many other servants were serving dinner for the royal family. You listened to King Orphoer and his wife argue back and fourth about potential royal matches for their son. You could see Thranduil zoning of as his parents rambled on about eligible princes of other elven kingdoms. It hurt you to listen but you kept a stone face as you poured the queen a glass of wine. Another servant did the same for the king and prince. Too busy with arguing the King and Queen did not take a spit of wine, however the bored prince did, hoping to realize some of his stresses. 

A minute too late a guard frantically rushed into the dinning room interrupting the king and queens squabble. 

“What is the meaning of this sudden interruption!” The King barked at the guard.

“My King forgive me, But I had no choice! The wine is poisoned. An enemy the kingdom tainted the wine with a potion!” The guard panted out.

“Poison, find who did this so I can-” Oropher roared only to be cut off by a thump caused by Thranduil fainting back into his chair causing it to sway backwards and tip over. 

The queen immediately rushed to her son along with myself and other servants to help bring the chair back up and try to wake the prince.

“My son, he drank the wine. Is he dead? Please someone save him” The queen pleaded tears forming in her eyes. 

“N-no, miss. Based off what we could figure out its an extremely powerful sleeping potion.. with only one known cure.” The guard nervously elaborated, with worry lacing his voice.

“What is the cure, we must find it as soon as possible” The king demanded.

“It’s umm, not physically tangible.. you see the cure is true loves kiss.” The guard nervously explained.

A Look of shock and panic passed over the kings face at this. We all knew why. Thranduil did not have a true love, how would we save him. 

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With no possible way to wake their son the king and queen kept him asleep in his bedroom, hoping that a miracle would happen to wake their son.  Despite the prince now being asleep for a month at this point you were still employed to clean his room everyday; ridding it of any dust that may have formed. 

You could not quite say what overcame you whenever you where in there, but it felt as if a supernatural force, a spirt perhaps was pushing you towards the slumbering prince. Maybe it was the spirt of the sleeping prince. You normally never obeyed the pull, but today either your will was weaker or the spirt was stronger.

You let yourself be pulled to stand besides the bed the prince laid on. As you looked down at the face you had grown to love and missed a thought what whispered into your mind; Kiss him. It felt almost as if the same spirt dragging you towards the price planted that thought into your mind. You thought the idea over, no one would ever know if you did and maybe, just maybe it would wake him. The idea of you a peasant being his love seems absurd but you could hope you were wrong. 

Giving into the spirts request you leaned down to place a soft kiss onto the sleeping princes lips with a pink face. When your lips touched his it felt as if sparks formed. You pulled away, hopeful eyes watching the prince. After about a minute and Thranduil showing no sighs of waking you gave up and returned to your chores. 

You began dusting off a wardrobe only to hear a groan and ruffling of sheets behind you. You looked behind you to be overwhelmed with shock and happiness; Thranduil had woken up. You ran to the prince and hugged him, not caring if you would be punished or possibly killed. 

Thranduil chucked as he wrapped his arms around you. “Took you long enough, I thought you would never kiss me.” Thranduil teased being his usual playful self as if nothing happened. 

“Took me long enough- wait! You were the spirt I kept feeling.” You exclaimed. Thranduil nodded his head a grin on his face. “Does that mean.. you love me?” You asked putting the pieces together. Thranduil nodded his head again watching you with amused eyes as you starred at him in shock.

“I think since you took so long, you owe me another kiss  would’t you say.” The prince teased causing your cheeks to be tainted pink. Before you could think of a response Thranduil pulled you into a love filled kiss. 

Soon you both pulled away In need of air both flaunting love sick grins. “Now can we get some water? You have no idea how thirsty I am, I mean its been a month.” Thranduil joked. 

Day 1: October 19th

Prompt: Potions

Word Count: 2, 253

Characters/Pairing: Beorn x F!Witch Reader, Company x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Injury and what comes with it, cursing, fluff, Witch Craft.

Summary: After being injured during the escape from the goblin king and Azog you are forced to stay behind to heal and Beorn isn’t keen to let you leave either after finding out your secret.

A/N: This was supposed to come out yesterday but my laptop wanted to be temperamental. I’ll have day 2 posted later. Also, not fully edited.

(Credit to the gif owner)

“Amralime..if anything happens to me-” 

“Thorin,” I tried to interrupt him, but he gave me a sigh as he placed both of his hands on my face, his thumbs tracing invisible circles on my cheeks. 

“Let me say this...if anything happens to me, I need you to know that I love you with all my heart and I always will, no matter what...you are my one,Y/n/n,” as soon as he finished those words I placed my lips on his , after the kiss I moved my arms to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his forehead towards to mine. 

“I love you too, Thorin..but nothing is going to happen to you, and do you know why?” Thorin let out a chuckle at my words, already knowing what I was going to say.

“I have always been there to save you, Thorin, that is not about to stop now,” and with that he pulled me into another quick kiss. 

“We’re ready,” Kili shouted up to you as we pulled away from the kiss, we both sent a comforting smile to each other before joining the others. 

Slight Time Skip

I stood alongside Dwalin, both of us fighting the orcs that just seemed to keep on coming at us. All I hoped for was that Bilbo had made it to Thorin..for I could see the fear on Dwalins face, mainly because I knew had a similar fear painted across my own face. One question frantically going around in my mind...would any of us see Thorin again..? The Orcs kept coming like waves on a beach, every time we’d think we had killed them all, another pack would attack us, we kept trying to move closer to where Thorin was but every time we were stopped. 

“Thorin!” At the sound of his name, I instantly turned around and saw Thorin on the ice, Azog standing over him, the only thing stopping Azogs blade from going straight through Thorin was his own sword. 

“Thorin!” Dwalin shouted again as he slit an Orcs throat. And then I saw it. I saw Azogs blade go into Thorins chest and I couldn’t help but let out a sob as I heard the loud groan that left Thorins lips. I tried to keep watching; but another wave Orcs had appeared-so Dwalin and I continued to fight-I did manage to catch a glimpse of Thorin on top of Azog; Thorins blade going straight through Azogs chest, relief washed over me as I realized he was okay, and that by some miracle, we’d won.

“Go, I can finish of the rest of them,” Confusion washed over my face as Dwalin said those words. 

“Go and make sure Thorins alright,”  

“Dwalin-,” I begun, but he just chuckled and shook his head. 

“I think I know who Thorin would rather see out of the two of us,” and with that he lightly pushed me back, killing any Orc that came at him. So I ran towards Thorin, over all the rubble and Orc corpses and then I heard Bilbos voice, not that I could really make out what he was saying-relief washed over me knowing that Bilbo was also okay. But as I got closer to the two of them, I felt my heart break. 

“Thorin..”I whispered under my breath as I ran towards Bilbo and Thorin.

“Y/n/n,” Bilbo whispered, looking up at me with tear filled eyes. Tentatively, I knelt down next to Thorin. 

“Y/n/n,” Thorin said, a small a smile appearing across his lips; as a sob left mine. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, we won..”He cooed weakly.

“Yeah we did..now we’ve got to make you better,” I whispered, placing my hand carefully over his wound. 

“It’s too late-”

“I won’t let you die,” I argued softly. 

“Amralime..” he sighed, raising his hand to my face. 

“It’s okay,” he continued, wiping away the tears that were falling freely from my eyes. 

“I’ll always be with you...I love you..” and as he choked out those words I heard him let out one final breath; his hand falling from my face as his eyes stared up at the sky...that’s when I knew he was gone..

“Come back to me...please..please...come back to me..I don’t want to live a life where you’re not a part of it..” I sobbed into his chest..I knew he was gone, I knew he was never coming back..and that just made my heart hurt more…

Time Skip-A few evenings later 

I couldn’t sleep, not that that was any surprise. Since Thorins death I’d barely slept at all. The memories of us filling my dreams; which slowly turned into nightmares as my mind made me re-live his death over and over again. I walked through the halls of Erebor, thinking how happy Thorin would’ve been to see his people back home; but as usual when I thought of him, I felt a dull ache in my heart. I hadn’t really spoken to anyone since that day either, in fact I tried to avoid everyone as much as I could...I was exhausted, everyone could see it, but no matter how hard I tried, my mind just couldn’t stop the memory from replaying in my head. 

“You need to rest,” I heard a familiar voice say from behind me...I felt my heart skip a beat at the sound of the voice..at the sound of Thorins voice. I shook my head, knowing that this was some cruel trick my fatigued mind was playing on me.

“Amralime…” I heard the voice say, but I just shook my head again. 

“This isn’t real..this isn’t real,” I whispered to myself, but before I could take another step forward I was halted by the sight that I saw. Thorin. 

“Amralime...you need to rest;” he said, a concerned look written over his face,as he walked closer towards me.

“You are not real...you’re in my head...you’re my subconscious,” I muttered under my breath continuously; trying to persuade myself that he wasn’t real. 

“Amralime...I told you I would always be with you,” Thorin began, by this point he was standing right in front of me..I felt my hand instinctively reach up to caress his face; letting my hope run away with me..but my hand just fell through face. 

“I’m a ghost...amralime..you can’t touch me, but I’m here,” he whispered as I felt tears begin to run down my cheeks.I’d heard of ghosts in Middle Earth..but they were ancient tales, ones that no one ever really believed. They were myths and legends...I never believed them to be true..

“I wish I could hold you...I wish I could take away all the pain that you’re feeling, all the grief..”Thorin said solemnly. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save you..” I sobbed, feeling the sadness wash over my body. 

“You did save me..from so many things, so many times, you didn’t fail me...I love you-and that is something that’s never going to change..” he continued, his hand hovering over my cheek as I tried to remember his touch. 

“But now...you need to look after yourself..you need to sleep, to rest, to enjoy life instead of being burdened with the grief that sits in your mind,” he whispered. 

“I’ll wait for you, you’re my one...but you have a whole world to see and so many stories to tell..live your life for me..”he continued. I took a shaky breath as I looked directly in his eyes. He looked so real.

“Promise me you’ll do that for me..promise me you’ll live your life to the fullest,” I nodded my head slowly, still trying to work out if any of this was real or if it was all happening inside my head. 

“I’ll always be with you...even if you can’t always see me..I love you,please remember that” he said quietly, and then in the blink of an eye he was gone.

13 Days of Spooky Writing Event

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

Word count: 925

Warnings: None

Author’s note: Come on, it’s f u n n y!

Quiet knocking at the door echoed in the hall before disappearing into peaceful silence, where only the soft murmurs of the waterfalls performed their never-ending concert. The Elvenking shifted in his seat, the velvet sleeping robes decorated with millions of tiny violets created from silver threads flowing down his arms just like the cascades of his neatly brushed hair. Sitting by the desk in his own bedroom he resembled a marble statue; calm and splendid, the greatest feast for the mortals’ eyes.

Day 1 of @dumbassunderthemountain​ 13 Days of Spooky Writing Event

Bilbo x femReader fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 1204

A/N: Yay, here we are!

“Master Baggins, keep up!” Thorin called. 

Bilbo huffed, jogging to catch up with the last in line. As soon as he reached her he fell to a walk. 

“Are you okay, Bilbo?” she asked him. 

Y/N was Gandalf’s apprentice. After Gandalf vouched for her, Thorin begrudgingly allowed her on the quest. She and Bilbo were sort of in the same situation in this way. But while Thorin was short with Bilbo, he often seemed to act warmer towards Y/N. She knew that it made Bilbo feel even more excluded. 

“Oh, fine,” Bilbo responded. “It’s a beautiful day to be marching through the forest.”

Y/N gave him a soft, kind smile. 

“You’ll get used to it,” she said. 

He made a noncommittal noise, his shoulders drooping. 

“Don’t worry, Bilbo,” Y/N said. “It’ll be alright. You’ll see.”

The next morning, Y/N sat with Bombur as he cooked breakfast. Bilbo watched them as he rolled up his sleeping pack. Y/N was laughing at something Bombur said and play-fighting with the princes. Bilbo sighed and looked away. He thought that he and Y/N were growing closer. But this morning she had been ignoring him, just like most of the company. He ran through all their conversations, wondering if he had said something to offend her. Perhaps she didn’t care about him after all. 

When Bombur was done cooking breakfast, Bilbo left his seat to go grab a bowl. As soon as he stood, he was surprised by Y/N standing right in front of him. She smiled at him, holding a bowl of whatever Bombur made and a cup of what looked like tea. 

“Here you go, Bilbo,” she said. “Eat up. You’ll need your strength today.”

Bilbo blinked owlishly.

“Oh, yes, thank you,” he said, taking the bowl and cup from her. “Is this tea?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes. It’s good, drink up.”

She sat beside him and they ate their breakfast in silence. Bilbo was quietly pleased. Maybe she wasn’t ignoring him after all. 

That good feeling followed him throughout the day. With Y/N next to him, even Thorin’s glares and angry muttering couldn’t get to him. He also found he had more energy, and kept up with the group more easily. He and Y/N talked while they walked. They talked about the Shire, about his home, and she listened with great interest. Few outsiders had been to the Shire, after all. After having been to Bilbo’s home, she couldn’t deny feeling the attraction of a quiet and comfortable life. 

The next morning was the same. Y/N went and sat with Bombur, then brought Bilbo his breakfast and a cup of tea. While they walked, she talked about her home, and how she came to be Gandalf’s apprentice. Bilbo was excited to learn about magic and magic users. She didn’t go into detail, however, preferring to talk about her adventures on the road with Gandalf. 

Day 2 of 13 Days of Spooky Writing Event 

Prompt: Haunted House

Pairing; Thorin x oc

Warnings: None 

I love the idea of a place being haunted by ghosts that aren’t scary...

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Rain had been falling all day. As night fell a strong wind came up, lashing the riders with heavy drops, stinging their faces. It was full dark when they came over a hill to see a large, white inn, yellow light pouring from its windows.

“I don’t remember an inn here,” Thorin Oakenshield said, raising his voice against the wind. “We must have strayed from the road.”

Kaylea Wolf was studying the building intently. It looked like the perfect haven from the rainy night, laughter and music drifted to them on the wind. She could see a fine stable attached to the building, it seemed almost too perfect. They had ridden this way just over a month ago and she knew for certain they had not passed this inn. But the idea of getting out of the rain was very tempting.

She looked at Thorin. “Something about it doesn’t feel right,” she told him. He nodded.

“I agree, but it would be nice to be dry. At least for a couple hours.” They urged their horses on, but they had not gone far when the wolves stopped, their hackles raised. Thorin frowned at Skadi, she kept showing him pictures of a dilapidated building. He got down from his horse and laid a hand on her head. “We will be fine,” he told her. “Find a dry spot, we will call if there is trouble.”

As they approached a noble-looking page came out and took the bridles of their horses. The stable was filled with fine warhorses, wearing armor with strange coats of arms, the interior bathed in the light of silver lamps.

“Do not unsaddle them,” Kaylea told the boy. “We will not be long.”

Stepping into the inn they found an astonishing sight. The place was filled with soldiers, tall, stern Men in finely-wrought armor. The room was warm and full of light, every lamp seemed to be lit, the fire in the hearth burning brightly, the tables heaped with plates of food. Thorin and Kaylea were greeted as old friends, with drinks pressed into their hands and slaps on the back. Thorin studied the Men curiously. Though they had an almost Elven grace, they were not Elves. On their brows were circlets of silver, their eyes the green of the sea. Their armor was a style Thorin had never seen, the design Elvish, but different.

“Welcome, friends!” The speaker was a noble, dark-haired Man who seemed like a leader among them. “Join us in a toast! To victory!” The others repeated his toast and drank. The musicians struck up a tune.

“What victory are we celebrating, my lord?” Kaylea asked, sipping at her pint.

“The victory over Sauron, of course!” The noble looked at her closely. “Have you not heard?”

“Finally, he has been driven out of Eriador,” a second Man chimed in. “Another toast!”

Kaylea drew Thorin aside, to a bench near the hearth. “Any idea where we are?”

“Not where, but when,” Thorin replied, looking around the room. “If I remember right, the Numenoreans drove Sauron over the mountains in the Second Age.”

“If we have somehow stepped into the past, I don’t feel like we are in any danger,” she shook out her wet hair. “Let’s dry off and be on our way, leave these shades to their celebration.”

Thorin nodded his agreement. The energy around them was not threatening, it felt joyful. It took him back to his younger days, celebrating a victory after a battle with his brothers in arms. As they warmed themselves the party continued, with singing and many more toasts, the Men seemed to have quite forgotten them. No one seemed to notice when they slipped quietly out the door.

While they were inside the storm had abated, the wind had died down, a pale moon shining through breaks in the clouds. They retrieved their horses and the wolves bounded forward to greet them, sniffing them intently, as if to make sure they were real. When they reached the crest of the hill Thorin looked back, wondering again where they had been. To his astonishment when a shaft of moonlight hit the building it seemed to fade, leaving only bits of foundation poking through the long grass. He could hear the hiss of Kaylea’s indrawn breath as she followed his gaze. Then the clouds covered the moon and the inn blazed with light again.

They had not gone far when they met a tall, robed figure on the road. The man pushed his hood back to greet them. He looked like a woodsman, but there was a hint of nobility about him, his grey hair flecked with black.

“Have you come from the inn?” He asked. “Have I missed the celebration?”

“No, indeed,” Thorin said. “Do the ghosts of the past often come to drink there?”

“The soldiers of Tar-Minastir traveled this road centuries ago,” the woodsman replied. “People say in the defeat of the Dark Lord their spirits burned so bright that even death could not contain them. On the anniversary of their victory they return every year to celebrate. Since they are among my ancestors, I always try to join them.” He smiled. “And the ale is excellent.”

Thorin laughed. “Then we will not keep you!” He exchanged glances with Kaylea, who was smiling at him. “You have to admit, that ale was amazing!”

This is my entry for the 4th day of 13 days of spooky writing event hosted by @dumbassunderthemountain​. This is pretty fluffy and short but I think it turned out well. I hope you guys like it! and the prompt was monster. 

“and then I plunged my sword into the Monsters stomach making it stumble off the cliff.” Your husband Glorfindel recited to your sleepy son. 

It was bedtime and like every night Glorfindel told your son an epic tale of his adventures. Your son listening and looked at Glorfindel with wide eyes and adoration. 

“Wow ada! Your amazing! I want to be just like you one day.” Your son exclaimed. 

Glorfindel chucked at his son and you deiced too but in.

“You will be even better than your father, as you not make stupid choice like leaving your hair down.” You teased. 

“Well I needed to look good while I saved countless elven lives didt I darling?” Glorfindel countered with a smile.

“Your just lucky you were reincarnated after your stupid mistake.” You spoke. 

Glorfindel rolled his eyes and stood up and walked to you. He put his arms around your waist pulling your body against his and your moved your arms around his neck. 

“Your right I was lucky. Without being reincarnated I never would have met you” Glorfindel spoke his eyes staring into your own. You leaned up on your toes to kiss your husband only to hear a gagging noise making Glorfindel and you pull away from each other quickly. 

“Ewww don't do that in front of me. It's gross.” Your son whined. 

Glorfindel and you both let out a chuckle and tucked your son into bed. You gave your son a small peck on the forehead before following your husband out of the room. 

As soon as you left the room and gently closed the door your were immediately pulled back into your husbands arms in a familiar position. 

“Now where were we?” Glorfindel taunted.