#errruvande

Pretty please, and I am so sorry I forgot about the one thing about myself in the first req 😢 love you very much

- @errruvande 💖🌻

Hi @eru-vande @errruvande! 💙 Thanks for dropping by :)

No worries about that previous ask, I'm happy that you sent it again and I could write an imagine for you :)

🍌 - Forbidden Love with Haldir

You were one the Rivendell Elves and one of the best elven bowmakers. You weaved in your magic into your creations. Each of your bows was a work of art, made to fit not only the needs and skills of a person, but also their spirit. Each of the arrows you made arrows would always hit the target as long as they were shot from the bow you made by its owner. You were known for your diligence and precision and your works were even admired as far as Lothlorien.

One day a marchwarden of Lothlorien arrived to Rivendell, hoping that you would agree to make a bow for him. Haldir was his name, and you quickly found that you had a lot in common.

From that day forward, you saw Haldir every day. You would spend time together, walking through the forest, admiring the stars at night, talking for hours. That was how you always prepared before you started working - you had to know the person to make an unique bow for them.

You didn't expect one thing, that you would fall in love with this brave and honorable warrior. But you were so different, he - a Silvan Elf, and you, one of the Sindar. Your allegiance was to Lord Elrond and his - to Lady Galadriel. Such an union was unheard of. It was best to stay silent and forget about your feelings.

One day you went for a hunt together, and as you were setting up camp, a great boar, suddenly attacked you. He was about to pierce your body with his sharp tusks when an arrow hit his eye and the beast fell to the ground.

Haldir saved you on time. When you looked at him, he still held your bow in his hands. But it wasn't possible! No one else besides you could use your bow and hit the target so perfectly! Unless...

The moment Haldir saw you were in mortal danger, as the boar charged towards you, the world stopped for him. He grabbed your bow without thinking and shot an arrow, killing the animal on the spot. Only then he could breathe again, run to you and take you in his arms, the most precious flower that bloomed in the whole Rivendell. For one horrible moment he thought he would loose you forever and he couldn't bear it. But now you were well, unscathed, and it was the only thing that mattered to him.

He whispered words of affection, one after another, as if a dam broke and his feelings could finally flow freely. He loved you since the first time he laid his eyes upon you, but he was a lowly Silvan Elf, unworthy of you.

Your heart fluttered and you could only close the distance between your lips and kiss him, telling you that his feelings were reciprocated.

You understood that the reason he could use your bow was because your spirits matched each other so well, as if you were made for each other. But it was not possible for you to be together. A Silvan Elf and a Sindar? That was unheard of. Frowned upon. Forbidden.

You basked in your love in secret for weeks, and then months, as Haldir prolonged his stay in Rivendell, making up various excuses not to return to Lorien yet, even though his bow had been finished months ago. You both were brimming with indescribable happiness.

Your secret was discovered when Lord Elrond's messenger came into your home unannounced.

You had to suffer the condemning looks all the other Elves gave you, shocked at your behavior. No one would speak to you, even your closest friends and family. Haldir was taken away from you and you didn't know what happened to him. Everyone around you whispered that a great punishment awaited you both. Ostracized, you were held in house arrest, not seeing anyone besides your guards for months. You were heartbroken, missing your beloved Haldir more than anything else, withering away.

One day Lord Elrond came to visit you. He told you that Haldir was asked to leave Rivendell, never to return. As for you, Elrond said, giving you a meaningful look, since you were one of his subjects and a renown artisan, he told you that you were given a second chance and could do whatever you liked with your life from now on.

You understood what he meant, thanked him for everything and returned home.

At dawn you left Rivendell. You arrived at the northern border of Lothlorien and waited. Soon, a familiar grey-hooded figure appeared among the trees. Your reunion with Haldir made you feel alive again, your hearts beating in unison once again.

You knew that your union would not be accepted in the elven realms, but you didn't want to be apart any longer. You were meant for each other.

And so you traveled away, journeying through the mysterious lands in the east in search of a place you could call home. But you weren't worried about what future would bring. Even if you wouldn't find a safe haven, it didn't matter. You found home in Haldir's heart.

I love the hell out of that show and especially Francesco 😔✌🏻

-- @errruvande ✌🏻

thank you!!!! i've been meaning to watch it for a while, now i have a reason to lmao

I never in my life was attracted to dwarves and now I'm just horny for our royal boys 🥵🥵

what have you done to me?! *i'm not complaining, do it again!*

- @errruvande 💖

Messages like yours give me life! 💙💙💙

I’m glad you could be persuaded to join the dark side dwarf simps - the more the merrier! 🔥🔥🔥

Let’s just say me and a group of other dwarf simps @fizzyxcustard @i-did-not-mean-to @legolasbadass @linasofia @laurfilijames @middleearthpixie @xxbyimm @bitter-sweet-farmgirl @kibleedibleedoo will make sure it stays that way 😈😈😈

- @errruvande 💖

Hi @errruvande, I'm happy you popped by to my little cozy inbox! 💙

If you're here for Yrsa's description, I'll be happy to tell you a bit more about her :)

Yrsa, daughter of Yri

General description: This lovely Dwarf-woman is a Firebeard, coming from a family of hard-working dwarven craftsmen. They aren't rich, but they are very loyal and loving. As a traveling herbalist, she visits quite a few remote villages in the Blue Mountains throughout the year, returning to the family home from time to time, usually for the winter. Personality: Yrsa is very independent, stubborn as a mule, and always has her own way. Even if it sometimes doesn't make sense to anyone else. Even if it puts her into trouble sometimes ;) She is a kind-hearted and caring soul which makes her a good healer and friend. And when she puts on her herbalist hat, she may be quite bossy! Due to her background and type of work, she hasn't met many nobles nor royals in her life and she feels a bit intimidated by them. It's one thing to dance with a blacksmith and completely another to talk with a king about certain events that happened after drinking too much cider!!! She loves to laugh, dance and sing (and drink cider 🤣) and spends a lot of time in nature, gathering herbs and so on. She has this "where I lay my head is home" attitude and truly loves traveling. Yrsa doesn't trust Men much, unless they are accompanied by Dwarves. She had some bad experiences in the past with the Tall Ones. As for the Elves, she hasn't met any of them yet so she doesn't have an opinion.

Physical appearance: Yrsa is shorter than Thorin, but she is a sturdy lady (although her body type is definitely "curvy"). Unlike many other Dwarf-women, she is used to life on the road. Her mane of fiery locks is something that catches the eye of many (including a certain blacksmith king) and her eyes are green like emeralds. She likes to wear flowing skirts, smells of sweet herbs and there are a lot of different pouches attached to her belt. Her feminine looks may deceive some. She is not a warrior, but if she finds trouble on the road, she knows how to use her spear and bow to defend herself.

Random facts:

When Yrsa meets Thorin for the first time, 50 years have passed since the battle of Azanulbizar.

I haven't really made up my mind about her age, but she is probably around 10 years younger than Thorin (who is 103 at the time).

Her two older brothers are very protective of her, unintentionally scaring off any potential suitors for Yrsa's hand.

Due to her pale skin tone, Yrsa gets easily sunburned so she has to put sour milk on her skin. But... she likes sour milk a lot, so sometimes she just adds some berries to it and eats it instead ;)

I hope that now you know a bit more about her :)

@errruvande

Hello @errruvande 💙💙💙

It's been a while! I'm happy you're back, I wondered what were you up to.

Thank you so much for your ask, it really means a lot 🥰 I'm doing okay, have some personal issues atm that I need to take care of, so my writing is not going as well as I'd like to, but I'm around!

In fact, I'm going to post a new imagine in a few moments, so you're welcome to read it :) And I'm planning to do The Hobbit Advent Calendar in December so hopefully there will be more for you to read.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH