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Request: @wareagleofthemountain I’m new to your blog and love your writing! If it’s okay, may I request a fic where Glorfindel and fem reader are newly weds and, as they begin to build their life together, reader gets a letter from her friend who is a horse trainer. The friend informs her that they have a colt in need of adoption and the reader knows that Glorfindel is in need of a horse. So they take a trip to pick up little baby Asfaloth and raise him! Thank you! 💕
Genre: fluff
Pairing: Glorfindel x Reader
Summary: How best boi Asfaloth came to bear the canonical bells
AN: Thank you for requesting this! I am sorry for being so late but writing animals is something I am still learning! I hope you like it🐴he's bby I love him (had to go back and add asfaloth pov becoz I'm stupid)
It had to be a surprise. Convincing Glorfindel to stay behind while you traveled was no easy feat, and escaping the entirety of Rivendell, an unrivaled hub of gossip proved an even harder bargain.
The only viable plan was to leave during his week of patrol duty, a decision you knew would be a shock upon his return. But you dearly hoped the letter you left, reassuring him of your safe return, would ease the blow.
Once your errand was done, you would seek his forgiveness. A month away, you promised him in that note. Surely, he could wait just that long.
The surprise? A colt.
Your friend Gwendel of Rohan had written to you urgently, detailing how he’d stumbled across the abandoned creature during an evening stroll. Despite his best efforts to find the mare or its owner, no one came forward.
Some had tried to claim the colt, but its fiery temper rejected them all, even Gwendel, whose every act of kindness had been met with resistance. Worse still, the colt refused to eat, its health deteriorating rapidly.
Normally, such an errand would have fallen to Elladan or Elrohir, but Gwendel’s letter stirred something within you.
Glorfindel.
Your beloved had never fully accepted another horse after losing his steed in the First Age. Asfaloth’s absence haunted him, and though his rebirth had brought him back to Middle-earth, his companion’s loss weighed heavy on his heart. Glorfindel grieved for Asfaloth as a father might for a lost child.
Gwendel’s letter had to be a sign. A colt abandoned in the world might find the love it needed in Glorfindel and perhaps offer him some solace in return.
That was your plan.
Until you reached Rohan.
The frail creature that greeted you from the corner of Gwendel’s stable wasn’t just any colt.
It was Asfaloth.
The beautiful snow-white steed that Glorfindel still mourned stood trembling in his stall. The colt’s amber eyes fixed on you, brimming with a light of recognition.
And then, as if time and space had never separated you, he stumbled toward you on wobbly legs, butting his head against your leg.
“Asfaloth,” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes as your fingers tangled in his soft mane. “It’s truly you.” Bending down, you kissed the top of his head, your heart soaring with love and joy.
You couldn’t wait to tell Glorfindel. He would be over the moon.
That was the plan.
Until the mountain dumped its snows onto Rohan, trapping you there.
From weeks to months, your surprise turned into an adventure, long surpassing Glorfindel’s begetting day. The snow had made travel impossible, and you could only hope that the eventual reunion with Asfaloth would soothe any ire Glorfindel might feel at your absence.
Nestled beside Asfaloth in the stable, you braided his soft mane. His health had improved greatly, thanks to Gwendel’s care and thanks to Asfaloth finally allowing himself to eat.
“Oh dear, I hope Glorfindel isn’t moping in the halls of Imladris,” you mused aloud, to which Asfaloth unhelpfully shook his head, undoing the braids you had just finished.
“I know you miss him,” you sighed, feeding him a carrot. “But you have to be patient. You’re still too young to travel in winter.”
But Asfaloth had other plans.
Without warning, he stood and dashed out of the stable, hooves crunching over the snow. You ran after him, calling his name as the rest of the stable looked on in chaos.
And then he heard it—the sound of bells.
It was the bells he had heard first. The delicate tinkling of your bracelets, clear and familiar, ringing through the snow-covered valley.
Glorfindel had found you.
It had been months since you left, and while the logical choice might have been to wait for your return, Glorfindel’s patience had faltered. At the first clearing of snow, he had set out from Rivendell. If you were in Rohan, he would spend the winter with you.
And there you were, your laughter and bells filling the air.
But as his gaze shifted, his knees nearly buckled.
Standing before him was a colt. A tiny, beautiful Asfaloth neighing in excited greeting. Bells wrapped around the colt’s neck jingled with every delighted prance as Glorfindel knelt to hug his long-lost friend.
“You followed me once again?” Glorfindel whispered, his voice trembling as he knelt before the colt, his arms encircling Asfaloth.
The small steed, now nestled against his chest, let out a soft, contented whinny as Glorfindel buried his face in Asfaloth’s snowy mane.
The bells tied to the colt’s neck jingled faintly with the movement, their merry sound mingling with the shallow breaths of a warrior brought to his knees by the return of his oldest friend.
“You found me,” Glorfindel murmured, his voice breaking as his hand trailed down the colt’s neck. “Even after all this time… you found me.”
Behind Asfaloth, your bracelets jingled similar to Asfaloth's as you ran to meet him. The sight of you and Asfaloth together filled Glorfindel’s heart with a joy he hadn’t felt in ages.
“I thought I’d lost you forever,” Glorfindel whispered. His tears fell freely now, vanishing into Asfaloth’s pristine coat. “But you followed me, as you always have.”
Smiling through the tears shining in his eyes, he cradled Asfaloth closer, his hand stroking the colt’s mane. When you reached him, arms wide, Glorfindel rose to meet you, his golden hair catching the sunlight as you embraced.
“Thank you,” he said hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. “You brought him back to me.”
“In the wake of your begetting day, I fear my present was delayed,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “But it seems you found him by yourself.”
“There is no celebration without you,” he replied, his hand lifting to caress your cheek, flushed from the cold and his nearness. “This is the best present of all. I shall be forever grateful.”
Before either of you could say more, Asfaloth squirmed between you, nudging Glorfindel insistently with his head and making his annoyance at being ignored well-known.
Glorfindel’s hand trembled as he stroked Asfaloth’s mane, his touch gentle yet desperate, as though afraid the colt might vanish if he let go.
“You’re my dearest friend,” he said to the colt, his words cracking under the weight of his emotions. “My brave Asfaloth. You’ve returned to me, and I will never let you go again.”
The colt nickered in response, leaning into Glorfindel’s touch.
Months later ~
Chuckling, Glorfindel reached into his satchel for yet another apple, discreetly feeding it to the colt. “What’s with the bells?” he asked, as though to distract you from his indulgence.
Surrounded by the fresh blooms of spring, you laughed, watching Asfaloth now a lively yearling attempt to stomp on an irritating bee buzzing too close to his hooves.
The memory of his infancy in Rohan came rushing back. The trembling colt, spooked by every shadow and sound, fleeing in a desperate, mad dash.
Whatever sorrow had clung to him, whatever shadow had haunted his young heart, had left him terrified and alone, wandering the dark woods.
The bells had been your idea.
You started small, looping one around his neck, letting it chime softly with every step he took.
The sound startled him at first, but soon, the gentle, repetitive ringing became a companion to his movements. A constant he could rely on.
With time, you tied more bells to his halter and to the saddle as he grew. You ran with him, letting the bells ring in harmony with your laughter, teaching him to associate their sound not with fear but with joy and safety.
The bells became a lullaby of sorts, drowning out the forest and glum world that once weighed on him and masking the harsher sounds of the dark he’d feared.
He stopped flinching at every rustling leaf or snapping twig. Step by step, he grew braver, the chiming bells now a comforting melody that guided him toward home.
But such tales were not to be shared with Glorfindel. This lifetime did not deserve such sorrow.
Instead, you smiled, shaking your wrist so the bells on it chimed in harmony with Asfaloth’s. The colt perked up at the familiar sound, his ears twitching as he trotted closer to nuzzle you.
“He’s such a pretty boy,” you said, stroking Asfaloth’s snowy coat with unabashed fondness. “We just wished to match our beauty.”
Glorfindel laughed, a sound rich and bright, as he slipped an arm around your waist. He tilted his head, gazing at you and Asfaloth with a softness that made your heart flutter.
“You’re both too beautiful for me to bear,” he teased gently, resting his forehead briefly against yours. “How is a simple elf supposed to compete with this?”
You chuckled, the bells jingling again as Asfaloth nudged between you both. Glorfindel turned his attention back to the colt, scratching him behind the ears. “It suits you both perfectly,” he added with a fond smile.
And so it was that Asfaloth, the steed who would one day carry the Ringbearer to Imladris, came to bear the sweet sound of bells
Asfaloth wandered, searching for his master.
He was smaller now, his once-proud form reduced to something frail and unfamiliar. The world seemed vast, darker than he remembered, and far more unkind.
He searched the forests, retracing the steps of his past, the places where he had once woken as a youngling. He had expected to find his master nearby, but the only thing that greeted him was the haunting echo of a distant horn. Startled, he had bolted, fear carrying him into the depths of the unknown.
For weeks, he roamed, driven by a desperate need to find the hidden city, the glimmering sanctuary where his lord resided. His heart clenched with unease at every shadow. When the forest buzzed with life, he would whine softly for his master, unable to keep the yearning at bay. But in the eerie silence of the darker woods, he dared not make a sound, fearful of what might lurk there.
His search came to a halt when he encountered a human.
The man had found him and, against Asfaloth’s will, led him away from his wandering. The human’s presence was strange and unwelcome, but Asfaloth was weary.
His strength had been diminished in this fragile form, and fear gnawed at him, keeping him tethered to the company of the human’s herd.
But he would not forget.
No matter how much time passed, no matter how many comforting gestures the mares or the other humans offered, Asfaloth could not accept their touch. His soul burned with loyalty, and he refused to bow to the men who came to claim him.
He fought them off, biting and rearing. He ran from the mares who tried to soothe him with soft nuzzles. Only one was worthy of that closeness. His master.
And yet, exhaustion wore him down.
One cold morning, the frost nipping at his bones, Asfaloth felt hands combing gently through his mane. Too weary to resist, too tired to keep fighting, he leaned into the touch.
It was warm.
For a moment, he allowed himself to succumb to the comfort, to let go of the ever-present ache in his heart. He had grown so cold, so terribly cold. And he missed his master with every fiber of his being.
Then, a soft sound stilled him. The faint, familiar chime of bells.
He froze, his breath hitching as a scent drifted into his senses, sweet and unmistakable. His heart surged as the scent enveloped him, filling him with a bittersweet hope.
It wasn’t his lord.
But it was you.
You, the one dearest to his master. The companion who had been his lord’s closest friend. The bringer of treats, the gentle presence he had trusted so deeply in the past.
At once, the cold vanished from his heart.
For Asfaloth knew.
He knew that if you were here, then his master could not be far behind. His lord—the one he had been seeking would come.
゛ warm welcomes to twisted-tale manor. where you can become anything and anyone you want. spells are cast, stories come to life. you have been cordially invited to the celebration of our favorite holiday. ⸝⸝ .ᐟ ⋆
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1. spooky season;
an enchantment is placed on you as you enter the estate! ( includes: a moodboard based on your account’s aesthetic but with a halloween theme. )
2. all hallows eve;
a tune leading to the heart! ( includes: a song rec based on your account's vibe. )
3. duck, duck, goose
in a room of mirrors, you see who you’d be in an alternate reality! ( includes: a character i think you’d be in an already existing halloween/fall-themed world based on your blog. )
as the clock ticks, you enter a room that transports you into a story! ( includes: short story written about you in a fantasy fairy-tale, can be to your choosing or i can pick based on your vibe, with a twist for the spooky season. and 3 pics of the aesthetic. )
2. hallow's eve masquerade;
a ball? a masked dance! ( includes: a short story written about you & a character of your choosing dancing to a song of your choosing. along with a fall-themed song rec . )
3. mirror, mirror..
who says playing pretend is only for kids? not me! ( includes: an overview of a halloween tale based on you and your aesthetic; plot, what it’s about, ending, and moodboard. )
4. dearest…
a day in the life of you as a newborn vampire on halloween! ( includes: short story with you learning to handle your heightened senses. )
have a wonderful halloween !
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P. S. Loves 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯: hihi! this was made mainly for funsies (& my own enjoyment since i love to write and i love assigning things to ppl) so don’t hate pls. and creds to Sanna for inspo!
Hello one and all to the iDog Halloween event!! This event is just supposed to be for fun and indulgent for the fall season!! There will be five prompts— all generally for the fall/spooky season!!
Everyone is allowed to participate!! The deadline is October 31! So you have all month if you want to join in!!
there isn’t a “reward” for finishing other than if you complete ALL the prompts you’ll be added to an appreciation page where I’ll thank you for joining the event— and maybe talk about your web decor and stuff— things that stood out to me :)
If you want to join here are the prompts below!!
Day [ONE]
-> edit a character that you think would enjoy the fall season and or Halloween
Day [TWO]
-> edit your favorite horror movie/media
Day [THREE]
-> edit your favorite halloween “monster” (zombies, vampires, werewolves, etc.)
Day [FOUR]
-> edit you ideal halloween outfit/costume
Day [FIVE]
-> edit some halloween candy/treats
Please use #beepboopboo and tag me in your entries so I can find you easier for the appreciation post at the end!! And so that I can reblog you and leave some nice notes :3
I hope if you do decide to do this that you enjoy and have a HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🎃
if ur still doing the fall season event may I have 🥧🍒with Lilia Vanrouge please🥺 if not that's perfectly ok! Feel free to delete, and make sure to not stress urself!
Thanks for the ask, you're literally the only one who sends me asks for these TvT
for this piece i tried to go for a more chibi-esque style and i wanted to work on the background more to portray the vibe of the scene. (i think it's the first time i've drawn a background this complicated). I also added a little pumkin cause yk halloween.
also Lilian should probably put a restraining order on Lilian he traumatizes her everytime-
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notes - AHHHHH THANK YOU! I was super excited about this when I saw a list of prompts and was like omfg yes I need to do that! And what a cute idea!! I love writing for Zoro and I just haven't done it in a really long time!! Thanks so much and have a seriously awesome day!! <3
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It was normal that Zoro got the two of you lost on walks. And it was always normal that you followed him for some reason. It was totally on you that you guys were out in the middle of no where, surrounded by golden leaves and dark skies.
"I think it's going to rain, Zoro." you said, squeezing his arm.
You got nothing but a grunt in response.
"Just let me lead," you finally said. "You can't find anything for the life of you."
"It's not my fault." he pouted.
"It literally is your fault!" You wanted to be upset, but there was really no point in doing it since 1. you were used to it and 2. it wouldn't help find the way.
So you took a deep breath and tried to get your bearings.
Which, of course, was interrupted by a raindrop landing on your forehead.
You prayed that it was just one and kept moving, holding Zoro's hand so he wouldn't get any more lost than the two of you were.
But more came.
And more.
And soon, it was downpouring.
You wanted to be upset, you really did, but when you looked around at the rain falling on the leaves above, smelled the fresh rain air, and saw Zoro smiling at the sky, you couldn't help but smile.
"We'll find our way," you sighed, wiping some water away from Zoro's eyes. "But we gotta figure out how to get out of the rain first."
Zoro kept his eyes on the sky with a smile. "I don't mind being in the rain."
"But you'll catch a cold." You grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
"That's what Chopper's for."
"Working the poor little reindeer too the bone, now, are we? I'm just saying, let's get back so we can-"
As you started to walk away, you felt Zoro's hand on yours. You looked at him, who was soaked with rainwater and blinking the water out of his eyes.
"You look pretty in the rain." he said.
You froze and looked at him with wide eyes.
He pulled you closer to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead before trying to lead you both out of the rain.
"Zoro?"
"Yeah?"
"Remind me to never let you lead us anywhere ever again."
~~~~~
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The Lie to Me rewatch last week was really fun with some ppl rewatching and one new fan we dragged in (no, she doesn’t know about s3…) and this weekend we’re planning to watch e2 if everyone’s schedules align!!
Just in case anyone has a little time this week and is interested, we’re doing a small creative event making either a fic, playlist, or artwork from some or all of the prompted words: amber, festival, pie, corduroy 🍂
I’m excited to see a few more fanworks for Lie to Me this fall and if anyone wants to join the rewatches just follow the Discord link in my intro post or DM me!! Happy Halloween!
this was for my fall event! requested by: @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r
pairing: kaz brekker x reader
genre: angst
el's thoughts: i'm thinking of making this a part two 'cause i have ideas! but we'll see how this one does first.
I tapped on your window on your darkest night
The shape of you was jagged and weak
There was nowhere for me to stay
But I stayed anyway
And if I would've known
How many pieces you had crumbled into
I might've let them lay
~
Y/N always said if she knew how many pieces Kaz was to crumble into, she would’ve left a long time ago. No one ever truly believed her. They all knew they valued each other too much to ever leave the other. But there were days where she really meant it, her words falling with an equally sharp edge. She loved Kaz, she really did but over the years it seemed like he sunk into the shadows that surrounded him and she couldn’t see the kid she once knew. He fell into a black hole of vengance, and he pulled her with him. If she knew this was how she was going to be treated, she would’ve left a long time ago. She should’ve left a long time ago. She was nothing more to him than a puppet. She hated the fact that she let herself fall into that role as time went on. She was promised friendship…
“You’re lucky you know?”
Kaz tilted his head to the side, his brown eyes sparkling in confusion. “How am I lucky?” Y/N shurgged, “You have a big brother. And he’s really cool and cares for you. I don’t have anyone like that.”
He watched the girl beside him swing her legs back and forth as they sat on the dock, far above the water. “Well, you found us… So now we can be friends.” Y/e/c eyes shined with excitement, “Really? You’re gonna be my friend?”
Kaz shrugged, “I don’t see why we can’t be friends.”
But those words were shared at the age of eight. They were just kids. Kids who were learning how to lie.
~
Pekka Rollins. The name was well known by all the crows, and they all knew Kaz had personal issues with him. It wasn’t hard to tell, the spite in his eyes couldn’t be more obvious when he spoke of the older man.
Y/N was tired of hearing his name over and over. Kaz had made it her whole life to get back at Pekka, and she understood why but she couldn’t help but think that this had gone too far. Brick by brick. If you’re going to rip a building down brick by brick you’ll eventually damage your hands. Y/N’s hands were now beyond the thought of redemption. Rubbed raw time and time again, doing the hard work herself. She was tired of it. So when Kaz had told her to do a job for him she finally snapped.
“No.”
Kaz froze and looked up at her slowly, “No? What do you mean?”
Y/N shook her head, “I mean no. I won’t do it. I can’t do it.” He watched her flex her hands at her sides, “You’ve never had a problem before. Why now?” Her hand ran through her hair, “This is your fight Kaz, and trust me, I respect that. But I have nothing to do with this, and I don’t know if it’s selfish but I want to live my own life now. I’ve stood by your side for years now-”
“You can’t be serious. You couldn’t have chosen a better time to tell me this? This is really important, you can’t bring yourself to do this for me?”
Anger sparked in her chest like a fire, “You’re really going to talk about timing right now? You let all your damage damage me.” The words fell from her lips like a flood of boiling water, “You’re a renegade, Kaz. And you wouldn’t be the first renegade to need someone. I’m sorry if it’s insensitive for me to say that you need to get yourself together. Kaz, we’ve known each other for years! For Saint's sake, we were just kids when we met. I’ve loved you for years now. But I can’t love you like this. I’m nothing but your puppet.”
She paced the floor and ran her hands through her hair in frustration, not caring if it looked like a lion’s mane. “Is it really your past that stops you from giving me everything or do you just not want to?”
