#elithilanor

Tauriel: Expressive. Movement. Nature.

Despite being an elf, Tauriel never really slows down and is often out fighting or practicing fighting. Her love is quick and fiery and intense and passionate, just like her. She’s aware enough of her partner to recognize something’s wrong, but her typical ways of self-soothing aren’t usually beneficial to you.

She usually ends up taking you to a meadow or on a long walk among the safer paths in the Greenwood to try and ground you and surround you by the magic of middle earth and the trees. It pulls you out of your head and often takes your senses off the edge they were on or over so you can continue to relax throughout the rest of the day or get some sleep. She’ll brush with your hair for hours.

Arondir: Grounding. Gardens. Presence.

Arondir’s by nature a quiet elf and focuses more on actions to prove his love than words. He often can get overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the human communities he’s lived in and misses the sounds of soft elven silences so he understands the situation.

He’ll stand as close to you as you allow and run his hands over your arms in a soothing gesture, head tucked into yours and doesn’t say anything. His strength of presence is more than enough. You live out of the village far enough that your home and gardens are quiet so if it’s not bright out (so not to aggravate a migraine), he’ll take you to your garden and sit with his arms around you weaving the vines of flowers into small animals to amuse you. All in blessed silence.

Thranduil: Holder. Soothing. Nuzzler.

You tend to sequester yourself when you feel like the world is just too much, so sometimes given how busy he is, he’s not always aware of it. He tries to keep an eye on you and feels terribly when he finds you curled up in a ball long after nights fallen with no one to keep you close.

Legolas got some of his soothing tendencies from his father so in that vein, Thranduil usually wraps you up tightly in a blanket and will lay next to (or on) you to try and cover as much surface area as possible. He likes to bury his nose in your neck and just nuzzle the shit out of you because it makes you laugh when you can. For all that most people are intimidated by him and his presence, he’s actually incredibly warm with those that he loves that need him.

Hello! So this is roughly based on the fact that every elf we see on screen in the variations of middle earth have different braids and braiding styles (some have none like Thranduil).

So my theory is that depending on station (family or guard/Marchwarden status), sometimes activity, and culture that elves have different types of braids. And I’ve also more than once come across fics that say that elves will braid their partners hair as a courting gesture or that only family/partners can touch another elf’s hair outside of like a healer with injuries.

For example, both Tauriel and Haldir have fishtail or partial fishtail braids despite them living in different kingdoms. However, they’re both Silvan elves and are in a formal guarding capacity. So it could mean that fishtail braids indicate that an elf is a guard and depending on length, other patterns, or just where you are regionally that it could even possibly indicate rank.

I haven’t honestly given much thought as to what they look like because I struggle with visual representations, but here’s some thoughts I have:

Ways to denote titles (outside of circlets or crowns) can be used with flowers, gemstones, golden or other high-quality threads, beads, rings, pearls, etc. Ofc these can be highly regional, such as Teleri are more likely to use pearls and Glorfindel may be more likely to use well, golden flowers. Which personally hc as either sunflowers or mums but that’s neither here nor there.

Those with rank of monarch, lord or lady, etc tend not to wear braids (as we see with Celeborn, Galadriel, Thranduil, Gil-galad, and I think even sometimes with Elrond) because their rank is shown by their circlet/crown. Also - even though no Ñoldo will ever tell you this - the braids hurt to wear with the circlets and it absolutely wrecks whatever hairstyle you’re trying to pull off.

Also, I’ve noticed that at least based on the cinematic Tolkien stuff we’ve got, Imladrin elves tend to wear their hair down with less braiding. Maybe there’s less rank stratification there due to it being a Homely house? Idk

I like to think that Marchwardens/Captains of the Guard all wear their fishtails when their on patrol across all elven kingdoms so it’s easy to see who to ask for help, especially if you’re being chased by orcs. Only part of the uniform when you’re actively on patrol. It’s not required in off time unless you’re of a more high-ranking status like Haldir and you’re at some feast or other main event as he’s a symbol and member of Lórien.

Patrol braids vary slightly from region based on other braid patterns, which is why Tauriel’s starts at the top of her head and ends at the back of her skull and Haldir’s at the back of his head and down.

Patrol braids are also designed to be able to braid other patterns into for whatever reason.

Most elves when they are seriously courting spend time braiding their partners hair. This is to find and create patterns that they feel adequately represents them as a couple. Themes involved are usually their love and how they feel it visually is represented (and this is the big one), past history and family (eg, Legolas’ braids will have regional Mirkwood styles and there are Mirkwood royal styles he can incorporate), and/or what they hope their futures look like.

Marriage braids are only shown to others once they well, marry. It’s an incredibly intimate process and usually there’s a lot of tears and crying involved. Its often done as part of the wedding ceremony, but can be done privately before the ceremony if you choose. Usually the same style for both partners as elves keep their hair long.

I also hc that elves trim their hair during big life events, such as births, weddings, deaths, etc.

If you have children in your marriage, your marriage braids lay the groundwork for personal familial styles. Such as adding more strands when you have children.

Also marriage braids in some cultures can be more important than sex! (Obviously I’m not LACE-compliant but). If you’re parent says you can’t marry someone but you come home with braids. Well.

Haldir (and quite a few other wardens) choose not to wear their marriage/familial braids on patrol. He’d rather associate them with his partner and their love than the grief and hard days in the outposts.

In essence, patrol braids are tight and functional, marriage braids are often softer and for beauty and love.

Examples of patrol braids:

Examples of potential marriage braids:

Elrond: Kind. Warm. Steady.

Is an actual healer so he’ll immediately remove you as safely and swiftly from the situation as possible and get you to either your room, his office, or another lockable place away from the current stressors. On the way there, he’ll keep a hand steady on your back guiding you if you can tolerate touch so you don’t have to focus.

Once you’re in the place, he’ll sit you down either close to a fire and/or with your back against something like a wall or chair and drape a thick cloth over you.

If he’s your partner, he’ll pull you into his lap (if touch is alright) and press his hands to your ears to block out all sound as you decompress in his arms. If he’s your father, he’ll rock you in his arms until you can breathe again and then he’ll make sure to have a soothing tea prepped for you.

Haldir: Soothing. Bread. Family.

Let’s be honest: Haldir is gone a lot. The first overload you had was after a festival and he was gone. You had gone back to the talan you shared, shaking and wrung out, and were quickly found by his brothers, Rumil and Orophin, who was thought it odd that the minstrel would leave during the other bardic performances.

You flinched at every touch, every sound, every light, so in a fit of desperation, Orophin panic-threw the thickest blanket they had on you while Rumil stoked the fire and painstakingly got you to sip water. It helped.

Now, anytime any 4 of you are stressed or overwrought, blankets get made into a fort, water is force fed to everyone, and Haldir makes his speciality dark rye. When your chest is tight and you can’t breathe, he kneels in front of you and pulls out the warm, soft inside of the oven-fresh bread so you don’t have to hear the crunch of the crust.

Arwen: Stars. Hugs. Fresh Air.

Arwen’s known you long enough to recognize the signs: the way you start to pull closer to edge and fiddle with the book you always carry, the way your hands shake or when you start to flick the tips, and the way your eyes track the exit. At a moment when the noise crests in the Halls of Fire, she catches your hand and pulls you out of the stifling heat and out into the cool night air.

Haldir’s Return Home

Minors DNI

Concept: Haldir returns home from patrol earlier than expected and you take care of each other. In more way than one 😏

Warnings: Haldir x Fem!Reader, multiple orgasms, very very mild consensual non con (she begs him to stop, he doesn’t; all previously discussed and agreed upon ahead of time and it’s only one line), slow and sensual smut tonight (as per usual with our boi Haldir here)

I was explaining my Haldir hcs on someone else’s blog today and realized that I actually never post about them. So here’s a fic based off some! I’ll probably repost the ask I posted here so y’all can see them when it’s up. Enjoy!

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“Haldir!” You cry out happily and throw yourself at the dripping figure silhouetted by the merciless rain storm and crackling lighting in the doorway to your talan, discarding your mending in the process. He drops his pack and catches you around your waist, pulling you under his cloak so you won’t be saturated by the rain, too.

“Hello, mela.” He breathes against your temple before pressing a kiss to it and tightening his arms around you.

“Welcome home, uiveleth.” You say as you press up to kiss his cheek. He smiles and presses another kiss to your forehead before cradling your face in his hands and reverently stroking his thumbs over your brows and cheekbones, almost as if he was re-mapping your face in his memory.

You bury your head into his chest, breathing in the unmistakable scent of Haldir, your husband, and grip his tunic a little harder.

“Mela?” He asks concerned, running a hand up your back. You shake your head and kiss his heart.

“I missed you is all.” You murmur. “I thought you’d be gone for at least another week. You’re not injured are you?”

He shakes his head and continues running his hands over your back, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Lord Celeborn called us back when the Lady foresaw how bad the storm would be. It’s supposed to last at least until we would have returned and flood out the river bridge in the process. No orcs will scout in the deluge. The next patrol will follow out once the storm clears and the ground frosts.” You hum as you nod, happy to hear his voice again despite the news.

“Good thing I went to the market yesterday.” You say offhandedly and he grins.

“Lucky indeed.”

You smile up at him, your heart singing in gladness that he’s safe, home and unhurt, before suddenly shivering as a strong blast of wind shakes the trees against the talans and the rain begins to stream sideways.

A frown tugs at his lips and he gently steers you inside the door with a hand on your back and tugs it closed behind you both. “Standing in a storm in your bed wear is not the wisest of choices, mela.” He says dryly with a raised eyebrow as he unlaces his cloak and hangs it near the fire to dry.

You grin up at him cheekily, “At least you’re home now to prevent me from doing so.”

“Indeed.” He says, running his eyes over the wet patches on your clothes disapprovingly. You laugh and poke at him. He catches your hand and presses a soft kiss to your fingers, eyes closing as he holds you still for a moment before he releases you.

“Don’t you start!” You murmur gentler than you meant to. “You’re almost soaked through and caked in mud, too. I just need a new top. You need a bath.”

“And will my wife join me for one?” He asks, voice low, stepping into your space. His eyes are warm in the firelight. By the Valar, you have missed him.

You reluctantly step away and shake your head. “There’s bread in the oven that still needs to be turned. I can’t let it alone.”

He catches you gently and pulls you right back into his arms, his voice teasing. “Is it as good as mine?”

You laugh warmly and reply, “You know that it isn’t. Thank the Valar you’re back for your culinary skills alone. Now go,” you say, pushing him towards the bath. “Clean up. You’re tracking mud all over the talan.”

Haldir’s eyes blink open slowly, pulling him from his dozing as he tilts his head to look back you in the candlelight.

“I thought you were watching the bread.” His voice is thick with sleep like melted honey.

You tilt his head forward again and continue undoing his patrol braids, alternating between running your fingers through his hair to detangle it and massaging the back of his neck. He groans, some of the tension leaving his shoulders, and drops his head to his chest.

“Meleth.”

You smile and take a comb to his knots, gently removing the dried mud and other debris from the storm.

“The bread has finished and is cooled, mela. The fire is out as well.”

“Has it been that long?” He murmurs.

“I do not fault you. The longer patrols are always harder on you when you return and you clearly needed the rest. Now lean forward so I can finish your hair.”

He looks mildly confused, but sleep still muddles his thoughts enough that he obeys without question.

You spend your time with your hands in his hair as you wash the filth out then oil the strands and scalp. You listen to the wind howl as you rebraid his silver locks for the night with your marriage braids. Tilting his head back again, you kiss him.

“Come to bed?”

He nods and slips out of the tub and into the toweling you hold out for him. He kisses you once, twice - before picking you up in his arms and carrying you into the bedroom.

“Haldir!” You giggle, clutching at his arms as he sinks down into the mattress and rearranging you in his lap. His arms tighten around your back, holding you close to his chest.

He tucks his head into your neck and breathes you in, much like you had to him in doorway.

“Ai, meleth.” You whisper, “I’m safe, too. Safe and here in your arms. I won’t leave you.”

“I know.” His voice rumbles in his chest. “I know.” He responds again as he takes your face in his hands and leans down to kiss you softly.

You make a soft noise in the back of your throat and press closer, kissing back. He tucks your hair behind your ears and kisses you again, deeper. Longer. Again, with a smile on his lips as his lips meld to yours. His kisses are just like him: soft, warm, intense, and all-consuming. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tug him towards you, trying to reduce any spaces left between your bodies. You press up against his hips you’re suddenly aware of how hard he is. Fuck. Fuck. You need him.

“Haldir.” You gasp. “I need-”

“I’ve got you.” His voice is knowing as his hands begin to stroke just below your stomach. “I’ve got you, mela. Let me take care of you like you do for me.”

You whimper and clutch at his hand. “Meleth, please.”

“I’ve got you.” He repeats and slips his hand under your pants and down to press a finger against your core. His breath stutters when he finds just how wet you already are for him and he easily presses into you. You whine and can’t help but spread your legs wider for him. It had been so long and your body was so sensitive to his touch.

He’s kissing you suddenly, hungrily, stoking the flames in you as he slips another finger into you and drags them along your walls. You cry out, clutching his shoulders, trembling. He brushes his thumb against your clit and then flicks it and you scream his name, coming undone in his arms.

“Good girl.” He mutters once you’ve come down, slipping you out of your top to hold you close to his chest. He kisses you softly before cupping your breasts in his hands and massaging them. He pulls at your nipples until you’re squirming against him again and he ducks his head and takes one between his teeth and rolls it before laving at the marks with his tongue.

“Haldir, please,” You beg, desperately pushing aside his robe to palm at his leaking cock. He swears and bucks his hips, dropping his head onto your shoulder. “Please, I need you inside me.”

He shakes his head and pulls your hand away, chest heaving. His voice is raw when he responds, “I won’t last nearly as long as I want to take you. Let me show you my devotion first.” He kisses you, hard, then effortlessly flips you over and moves you to the head of the bed while removing your pants.

You murmur his name as he runs his hands down, down your body and spreads your legs open for him. Watching you, he hooks his arms around your hips and slowly pulls you towards him. You catch on just as dips his head and licks a hot stripe up your core. Crying out, you twist your hands in the bedding as his tongue swipes across you and his fingers move back the hood of your clit before sucking on it.

You lose yourself in pleasure as he eats you out, his hands constantly running over you, touching you, and even finger-fucking you as you near the edge of your second orgasm of the night. You scream and topple over the edge and he just. keeps. going. You clutch at his hair and tug at him - “Please, please it’s too much” - but Haldir entwines your hands in his and holds you to the mattress as he brings you to a third orgasm, mercilessly fucking his tongue into you.

Haldir’s face is wet with your come as he pulls his mouth away from you and he presses soft kisses to your thigh as you come down. With tears in your eyes, you reach for him and he comes to you, willingly, reverently and wraps himself back around you.

You sigh into his mouth as he finally, finally presses his achingly hard length into you until he’s fully sheathed. He moans and his hips snap to press further, deeper inside. Breathing harshly, he goes to apologize and you shake your head, whispering reassurances to him as you wrap your legs around your hips and take him deeper.

You cling to each other as he rocks and grinds into you, his thrusts shallow and never pulling all the way out. You run your fingers over his chest and rub his nipples.

“I’m not going to last.” He groans as he shudders and kisses your neck, nipping hard every thrust.

“I know, meleth.” You rock up to meet his thrusts. “Come for me, I’ve got you. Come.”

He cries out your name and presses deeply into you as he does, filling you. You kiss him through it, so happy to have him in your arms.

Super helpful, super kind, suuuuuper worried.

I hc him as a mother-hen and a worrier. When he's out on patrol, it's more contained and static, but he's always checking in on his elves and making sure they're doing well and does his best to keep track of them at all times. Not just because he needs to as their leader, but because he genuinely cares and worries for them.

But as Rúmil and Orophin can attest to, he's liable to take it too far, a la "don't get out of bed at all", carrying you around for a minor foot injury, feeding you more than you actually need, not allowing you to even read, etc. (He knows this and tries to work on it, but, he really is such a mother hen).

In the event his partner (or any of his charges) were downplaying their injuries, it would actually make him quite upset. He understands that sometimes you are unable to deal with an injury immediately, but to try and hide just because you might be worried about bothering someone really ticks him off. Not at you, of course, but certainly at whoever put that notion in your head in the first place. Expect lots of being cradled in his arms and soft words reminding you how much you are loved and how caring for you is not an imposition and never would - or could - be. Every moment with you is a joy and while he doesn't like seeing you in pain, he would rather try and assist you in feeling better than let you on your own.

It also makes him concerned that perhaps you didn't trust him with the injury so you can expect a checking-in how you're feeling in your relationship with him.

If the cause was himself, due to his over-worrying, while he will work on it (as he continues to do so), he's quick to remind you that he worries because he cares for you so much. He also impresses upon you that he would rather you get assistance, even if it means not telling him first. Your care is first and foremost and especially when he's out on patrol, that may not include him as the first point of contact. (This worries him of course, but he would rather trust that you are taking care of yourself first, then let him know once immediate needs are seen to.)

Ugh, can you tell I love this elf? I just love them sm.

MINORS DNI

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I can’t believe I basically wrote a book on this, but Haldir deserves the love! And smut! I’m also definitely planning one for Rúmil as well but I’ve got something else in the works at the moment. Anyway, hope you enjoy and feel free to ask any questions, asks, etc! ❤️🥰 Happy Haldir-days everyone 😏

I’m sorry in advance for how filthy this is.

Also, yes, he’s one of my faves

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very soft and gentle. Lots of stroking, soft touching, and gentle kisses to bring you back down. Loves to cuddle and hold you and make sure you get plenty of fluids. He bakes the best fucking bread and he’ll make sure there’s some to snack on. Massages if you have a tendency to tense up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own: his upper body, particularly his shoulders. He’s an extremely adept swordsman and archer and if fucking shows. He loves it when his partner clings to him.

Yours: hips. Everything around the hips: the hips themselves, love handles, the lower back before the ass, lower stomach. He loves handling and kissing you senseless there.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum volume is a little more than the average. He can come a couple times in a row if you go slow and steady enough and he absolutely loves long sessions.

His favorite place to cum is either as deep inside of you as he can, on your chest/breasts where he’ll massage it in after, or right on your genitals (if you’re afab, he’ll press it right back into you, which can often lead to another round). He doesn’t like leaving physical marks, but marking you with his come is different.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Haldir has a Thing for worshipping others (esp orally) on his knees and he has more than once gotten himself off to the idea of Galadriel asking him to do so with Celeborn guiding him. He’s on his knees for hours with his hands behind his back. Any errors he makes are quickly corrected by Celeborn’s hand or a strap across his back.

Also, the thought of being tied up and fucked by Elrond and Glorfindel tag-teaming him and being publicly humiliated or taken.

He’s super embarrassed by it and desperately hopes Galadriel has never had an inkling of it when they communicate via óswanë.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t have a lot of long-term relationship experience, but he’s had a couple of short-term, exploratory feminine partners. He’s had a lot of hand-jobs and frottage in the woods out on patrol with his guardsmen.

In the former case, it’s been a lot of fairly vanilla sex and in the latter, it’s usually hand jobs after a long day or dry humping against each other and making out. He doesn’t have penetrative sex with his guardsmen because he’s careful of the power imbalance he holds. Which is unfortunate for both him and the guardsmen because he would be very well received. Also, this elf gets stressed and is often incredibly strict. There are definitely a couple of wardens who just wish they could help him out-carnally, that is.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

All variations of lotus, prone bone, spooning, and missionary - but like cradling you to him or holding your arms above your head missionary

Anything where he gets to hold you tight, basically

Reverse cowboy if he’s with someone else with a penis so he can jerk you off while fucking you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not super goofy, but it’s always very warm and light-hearted. Kisses in laughter sort of a thing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s got a very light dusting of blonde across his arms and legs and a well-groomed thick, thatch of hair at his pubes a couple shades darker than his silver-blonde. He has a happy trail and keeps it neatly pointing directly down.

Will shave if asked or if he knows there might be some oral occurring. He’s very considerate.

Does not give a flying fuck about his partner’s hair. Whatever is most comfortable works.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very sweet and gentle and kind. Super romantic. Everything is about holding you closely and tightly to him and fusing the two of you together so you’re basically one moving body. He loves watching you and sharing eye contact.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s not super horny or anything, but if he gets the urge and he knows he won’t see you, he’ll go head and take care of himself.

Likes mutual masturbation and really likes being watched while masturbating while praising you/being praised.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I would call it a breeding kink, but he doesn’t want kids nor the idea of them so I guess it’s a cream pie kink? He just really loves filling his partner up with his come and seeing how they react and if they want more

Loves holding his partner down, but rarely ties them up

Hair: he loves having hands pulling at his hair and vice versa

Service topping, especially kneeling. He isn’t into Being a Dom, but he’ll dom someone if they ask and he’s a natural top. He just loves worshipping his partner in any way and his breath is always taken away when his partner wants to submit. He’s amazed and very appreciative of that type of trust.

85 no/15 yes on spanking if his partner really really wants it or needs it to get out of their head or feel better. He hates hurting you but if you make him angry or frustrated enough with your lack of care towards yourself (like running off into the woods after an argument and almost being caught by a pack of orcs or something), he’ll take you to task. It almost always leads to sex once he’s calmed and you’re done apologizing. Anytime he hurts you, he needs serious aftercare and reassurance.

One day he will be pegged or be the receptive anal partner and he will turn into a wreck of a mess. Get Haldir Pegged 2022

Overstimulation>denial for you; overstimulation>/=denial for him

He’ll go feral if you mark him up while he’s taking you. Claw marks, smacking, etc. He likes knowing what he does to you and he can take it. One day, he’ll get spanked and roughed up on purpose in a scene and he’ll learn something new about himself. It just hasn’t happened yet.

Loss of control/power imbalance for himself in specific fantasies

He’s preferred honorifics if you use them are Marchwarden or sir; Ada (daddy) is situationally acceptable

“Good girl/boy/pet”

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In bed because he can spend hours there with you and you’re both safe and comfortable

In front of the fire on a rug or a couch

In the bath

Holding you up against walls or pressing you into them for foreplay, kisses, and hand jobs

He’s got a serious exhibitionist streak so if you’re outside, he holds you in such a way that you’re completely on display so others can see how beautiful you are for him if they happen to walk by. Watch him touch himself, he'll come apart at the seams.

His one exception to not leaving marks on you is leaving finger print bruises around your hips and on your ass from holding onto you while eating you out. He often worries he’ll hurt you but gets turned on when he sees them and he’ll leave them before he leaves on patrol. If he’ll be gone a long time, he may give some lasting bite marks on your chest where they could be covered.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Loyalty, trust, kindness, intimacy, kissing, love

His partner in revealing dresses or skirts, regardless of gender

His partner taking care of themselves

His partner opening themselves up to him and being vulnerable - emotionally or like just letting him watch while you masturbate

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s actually fairly mild on a day-to-day basis when it comes to his sex and hates harming his partners in anyway. Very protective. Anything that would hurt you (hitting, slapping, etc), makes you cry, leaves lasting marks is a no. No age play. Deeply uncomfortable if you ask him for consensual non-consent. No degradation.

Only exception to a hard no on actually hurting you is the previously mentioned very infrequent punishment spankings.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ham feral. He loves giving oral, but isn’t super fond of receiving. He’s got good control on holding himself back from orgasming, but that pretty much goes out the window when he’s receiving oral. He’d love to allow his partner to cockwarm him, but he genuinely wouldn’t be able to. One of the only things that can overwhelm/overstimulate him so it’s all just a bit too much and a bit too fast for him. It’s good once in a while, but he’s spent afterward and over- sensitive. The slower the better if you want to do something afterwards with him. He’d be open to experimenting more with his overstimulation with the right partner though.

He could probably have the gold medal in Lóthlorien for giving oral. He will bury his head between your legs and and stay there for hours with his arms around your waist, holding you to him. Has a mental tally of how many times you’ve cummed on his tongue since you started seeing each other and he kind of always if trying to get you to squirt or cum dry. He has a basket of towels by the bed and the couch so he can lay one down whenever he needs. He also loves just slowly and steadily pussy-warming you. If he’s in a submissive mood, that’s probably where he’ll live. He’s got stamina in everything he does.

He only has experience with female/afab partners, but would be more than willing to learn with a male/amab partner and he would also love it. He would very much enjoy cockwarming someone, especially with their hands in his hair keeping him grounded and fucking his face if he’s being particularly good.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow, steady, strong, and sensual. Every thrust is deep, filling, and hard. The quality of thrust over the quantity. He’ll speed up a bit at the end though. And if you get him close, he snaps his hips and gets a bit jerky in his movements.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a huge fan of it. Again, he prefers long and drawn-out sessions for both the benefit of his partner and himself.

If he engages, it’ll be just to get his partner off with his hands.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really. He’s open to some things, but nothing that hurts his partner. He’s okay with experimenting more with additional partners or location.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Averages 2, but he’s more than fine with 1 and has definitely gotten up to 3 if it’s a gradual and continued session. Only 1 so far if it’s from oral. He lasts a long time and he’s got good control. He can get a good two or three orgasms while actively fucking you before he even comes once.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s got whatever the fantasy elven version of a flesh light is and he’ll use it but his preference is always you. Watch him while he uses it, though...

You’ve also got a couple of vibrators and maybe a dildo or two for his use on you. He loves holding you down by your stomach while holding a toy on you and watching you squirm while digging your nails into his arms.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not really and never in public. The most teasing he does is when you’re already engaged in an activity like oral, but he very quickly follows through.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s a bit more on the quiet side. A lot of gasping, breathy and lower register moans and grunts and praising you when you’re close. A lot of quiet fuck, fuck baby

When he’s in a more submissive role, he’s definitely louder and begs more and will even whine if you deny him or he’s close to coming. Mildly embarrassed about it after he comes.

Shouts sometimes when he comes, but usually just moans louder.

Has a horrible tendency of burying his face in your neck or elsewhere to muffle his reactions.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s actually fairly neutral most of the time. Not vanilla sex, but the very typical hold you down and slow fucking sex.

But depending on what’s going on personally, work, etc, he’ll go through phases of being very dom toppy instead of just a top or very submissive and needing to just let his head go quiet in your lap.

I don’t see Haldir as someone who wants kids. He’s seen the worst of the world, he’s very dedicated to his work and his community, and he just doesn’t have the time to be a good father. Plus, I hc some family loss and trauma which doesn’t add to his decision.

I typically see him with afab/feminine people, but often hc him in a triad with another more dominant amab/masculine elf.

He can get incredibly jealous, but he has a handle on it usually.

Struggles with communication, but is willing to work on it because you’re important to him.

Learned a lot of concepts and safety from his younger brother Rúmil, who I hc as very into bdsm and as a Dom who grills whomever Haldir ends up with because he’s sometimes submissive. Protective middle brother.

I often hc Haldir as non gender binary compliant and that he would love and maybe even prefer a partner who wasn’t cishet.

I hc fem!Haldir as much more dominant and into bdsm. Just vibes.

He’s just a big, thick wall of safety and love under our snarky King. He can be both!

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His fucking hands and shoulders. Ugh so toned and muscly.

His dick is uncut and curved upwards towards the tip, which flushes a very pretty dark pink (like the rest of him) when he’s aroused. He’s a bit longer than avg, but he’s pretty heavy. Makes for a very filled partner.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

  It would be higher if he had the time to pay attention to it and take care of it instead of constantly working. You can easily get him in the mood, but it's not his default.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Legolas: Cuddler. Story-teller. Braider.

Legolas is *such* a worrier. Like sure, he’s a fun, risky, dorky elf, but he worries about those he cares about especially watching his father and forest declining.

He sees you remove yourself from the celebration in the tavern and he frowns and immediately follows; he noticed that you’d been more out of sorts as the evening wore on and the excitement and noise level grew.

When he finds you in the corridor to your rooms, hands shaking as you try to press the key into the lock, he takes it from you with gentle hands and swiftly unlocks the door before ushering you inside. He stokes the fire then piles you with blankets before the presses against you, arms tightly holding you as you bury yourself in his chest.

He speaks softly so as not to unsettle you and weaves the stories that were passed down between the Silvan elves about the stars and sun and trees. He speaks of his home, of Greenwood the Great, and it’s beauty. He speaks of his siblings and the terrors they inflicted upon their father. As you drift to sleep, he runs his fingers through your hair and braids it back from your face so the strands won’t bother you as you sleep.

Glorfindel: Bright. Warm. Humorous.

This elf is full of laughter and warm eyes and kind romantic gestures. He loves (and loses) with his full heart and puts his everything into your relationship. Most would think that he never is quiet except when he’s tearing through enemies on the battlefield, but that’s a lie. He’s quiet when he’s relaxed and he’s quiet when you’re asleep. But, most of all, he’s quiet when you need him to be.

As a soldier reborn, he’s used to seeing the side effects of war on those he cares about so he’s very well-versed in what to do, be it friend, soldier, or partner. As a partner, he’s first try soft humor and warm kisses to try and pull his partner out of any sensory overload. If that doesn’t work, he’s a big hugger. He’s also likely to get you into a bath and brush out your hair.

His secret, however, is lying on you and crushing you with his body weight (middle earth’s version of weighted blankets is elves pass it on). He’s gentle and makes sure to never hurt you, of course. But he knows better than anyone that sometimes the best way to relieve the weight of one’s mind is to place it temporarily somewhere else.

Lindir: Nervous. Unsure. Caring.

Honestly I kind of have a hard time with Lindir. Baby seems stressed and nervous and so I think having a partner who becomes similarly will probably make him really stressed out too. He tried his best to assist you through other means, however, because he loves you and wants to help.

The first time he sees you in overload, he actually panics and gets Lord Elrond. Incredibly useful, but also kind of a lot because he’s they fucking Lord of the Valley, Lindir, dear Valar. The second time, he brought so many snacks and fruit drinks that he had to help you, but the tea helped settle your stomach. The third time, Lindir found some kittens and proceeded to bury you in them.

That worked!! and now he makes sure to keep a roster of all the cats and their kittens in the main house along with the stables and granary so he can bury you if you’re having a rough day.

Erestor: Darkness. Silence. Safety.

Erestor was as typically quiet as you were as typically loud. His eyes tracked you and his lips smiled watching you, but your exuberance was often your own. He preferred the quiet of an empty library. After all, the books spoke their stories loud enough to him. But he never turns you away, instead pulling you close to him and into his office so you both can take refuge from prying eyes.

So in those times when his partner comes to him in distress from the stress of the world or the merrymaking of visiting dwarves, Erestor closes the library and extinguishes all of the braziers except one farthest from you. He’ll sit down with you in a heap of pillows hastily constructed - but always readily available for just these situations - in the center of the tallest shelves and lean back against the books. He says nothing, does nothing, and you watch his measured breaths until you can breathe in again yourself. He’ll start softly touching your hands and arms only when you can come mostly back to yourself. He’ll hold you when you ask but not a moment before.