Lotr oneshots

Healer - Elrond x reader

For Arrowlina

You were on patrol with a few of Thranduil’s best guards, moving carefully through the dark, twisted paths of Mirkwood. The silence was tense, as it always was—Mirkwood had been full of dangers lately, and no one knew it better than you. As the head guard, you made sure to lead the patrol with focus, your senses watchfull, alert for any sign of trouble.

But in a single, awful moment, the danger appeared too fast for anyone to react. A massive spider lunged from the shadows, its fangs gleaming as it jumped right at you. You managed to twist and dodge enough to avoid a fatal wound, but its fangs still tore into your side, sending pain shooting through your body. You fought back fiercely, and after a short but brutal struggle, you finally managed to kill the creature.

You wiped your blade clean, fighting to stay upright as you steadied your breathing. The guards were talking, shaking off the attack, but you could already feel the poison seeping through you, each heartbeat spreading it further. You didn’t let your expression change—you couldn’t let anyone see the pain or the growing weakness in your movements.

"Lady (Y/N), are you alright?” one of the guards asked, eyeing you with a hint of concern.

You forced a nod, gritting your teeth as a new wave of pain rolled through you. “Fine,” you said quickly. “It’s nothing.”

They accepted it, turning to continue the patrol, and you forced yourself to go with them, though every step grew harder. You knew the poison was spreading, and with every passing minute, your body got weaker. You couldn’t let them see you like this—you couldn’t let anyone see you faltering. But you knew one thing: if you didn’t find help soon, the poison would win.

Rivendell. Lord Elrond.

The thought came to you, clear and desperate. He was one of the greatest healers in Middle-earth, and if anyone could save you, it would be him. When the patrol finally turned back toward the fortress, you took the chance to slip away, mounting your horse and urging it forward with all the strength you had left. The other guards would be angry when they found out you’d gone off alone, but you didn’t have time to think about that now.

The ride to Rivendell was a blur of pain and exhaustion. The poison worked its way deeper, burning through your veins, making every breath an effort. But you refused to stop, even as black spots danced at the edges of your vision. You kept thinking of Rivendell’s soft waterfalls, the peaceful light you had heared of in stories and songs—and, finally, the distant sight of Rivendell came into view, a spark of hope in the darkness.

By the time you reached the gates, you were barely conscious, your vision fading. You slid from your horse and fell to the ground, your hands shaking as you tried to get up, to call for help. Voices sounded around you, a blur of sounds you couldn’t quite understand, and then strong hands caught you as you collapsed, a calm voice speaking beside you.

“Bring her inside quickly,” someone commanded.

The last thing you saw before everything went dark was a pair of steady gray eyes, deep and gentle, looking down at you with a warmth that felt like safety.

---

You drifted in and out of consciousness, flashes of candlelight and a soft, steady voice weaving through your mind. There were gentle hands tending to you, an ache in your side as someone worked to clean the wound, draw out the poison. You felt the cold edge of something metal, the warmth of a hand brushing your cheek, and that soothing voice, always nearby.

After what felt like hours, you opened your eyes, blinking in the dim light of a room filled with the scent of herbs and lavender. You tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in your side made you gasp, and a hand gently pressed you back down.

“Be still,” the voice murmured, and you turned your head, seeing him at last.

Lord Elrond.

You’d heard tales of him, stories of his wisdom and kindness, but nothing had prepared you for the way he looked at you. His dark hair framed a face both fierce and gentle, and his gray eyes held a warmth that made your heart ache. He was watching you with such concern that, for a moment, you forgot all about your wound, lost in the soft gravity of his gaze.

“You are in Rivendell,” he said softly, his voice like a balm to your pain. “You were attacked by a spider, and the poison was severe. But you are healing now.”

You managed a small nod, the memories rushing back to you. “Thank you, Lord Elrond. I… I didn’t know where else to go.”

“You were wise to come here,” he said, and there was a faint smile in his eyes. “But you should have called for help sooner.”

You tried to laugh, but it came out as a soft sigh. “Head guards don’t get to show weakness,” you murmured, half-joking, half-serious. But something in his gaze softened even more, like he could see right through that attempt at humor, right through to the fear you’d tried so hard to hide.

“Even the strongest deserve rest,” he said quietly, his hand covering yours. His touch was gentle, almost hesitant, yet it filled you with a warmth that made the pain fade. “You have been through much, (Y/N). Let yourself rest. You are safe here.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your heart suddenly racing. You’d expected a healer, yes, but not this—this closeness, this quiet comfort, like he was protecting more than just your body. His gaze lingered on yours, and in it, you saw something you couldn’t quite name, something that felt like kindness and something more.

You nodded, feeling your exhaustion finally catching up to you, but not before you whispered, “Thank you, Lord Elrond.”

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Call me Elrond,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And rest. I will be here when you wake.”

As your eyes drifted shut, the last thing you felt was his hand on yours, warm and steady, like an unspoken promise. And for the first time in what felt like ages, you let yourself surrender to the feeling of safety, knowing he would be there when you opened your eyes again.

So, this is the short version of the oneshot. (1095 words)
I could do a part 2 with the rest of the story.
Just let me know if you want that.
Have a nice rest day/night.
~some random elf