The days that followed felt like something out of a dream. You healed quickly, but it wasn’t just the herbs and potions that did the trick—it was the quiet peace of Rivendell, and the way Elrond seemed to know exactly what you needed. Every time you woke, there he was, his voice calm and steady, always there to make sure you were healing, always there with that soft, reassuring smile that made your heart skip a beat.
You’d never thought you’d want to stay anywhere longer than Mirkwood, but now, surrounded by the serenity of Rivendell, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d found a new home. You kept thinking about going back to Mirkwood, of course. It was your duty, your responsibility—but every time you thought of Elrond’s gaze, the way he seemed to see through all your armor and strength, the idea of leaving felt… wrong.
One afternoon, you found yourself wandering through the gardens, the sunlight filtering through the trees, the soft trickle of water in the distance. You could’ve stayed there forever, lost in the beauty of it all. But then you heard footsteps behind you, and when you turned, there he was—Elrond, looking like he had just stepped out of one of the stories you’d heard growing up. His dark hair was loose, falling around his face, and his gray eyes were warm, intense, full of that quiet strength that you knew so well by now.
“Are you feeling well enough to wander this far?” he asked, his tone teasing but with a softness that made your heart flutter. His gaze swept over you with an almost imperceptible concern.
You smiled at him, a little breathless from the way he always made you feel. “I’m fine,” you said. “I was actually thinking of heading back to Mirkwood soon.”
There was a pause. For a moment, Elrond didn’t speak, just watched you with those steady eyes of his. Then he took a step closer, closing the distance between you, his voice low and thoughtful. “You could stay here… as long as you want.”
His words were so simple, but they hit you like a wave. You couldn’t even explain why, but something about them felt… right. Still, you hesitated, unsure if you could let yourself stay. “Would you want me to?” you asked before you could stop yourself, your voice barely more than a whisper.
His eyes softened even more. His hand reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers brushed your skin, lingering just a moment too long, and your breath caught in your throat. The moment felt electric, like the whole world had paused, leaving only the two of you in that quiet, charged space.
He didn’t say anything at first, just looked at you with a gaze so full of meaning you could hardly breathe. Then he smiled, just a little, that faint, knowing smile that made your heart race. “More than you know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
You couldn’t think. Couldn’t process. You only knew that the distance between you had closed so much that you could feel the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his breath, and before you could even fully understand what was happening, he was leaning in.
His lips brushed against yours, soft and gentle at first, like a question. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you didn’t think about anything else—just the warmth of his kiss, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world. His hand was on your cheek now, his thumb brushing over your skin, the touch so tender you almost felt like you were dreaming.
When he pulled away, you were breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. He didn’t say anything right away, just stood there, his forehead resting against yours, his hand still on your cheek, grounding you. For a moment, neither of you moved, the world spinning around you.
“Stay,” he whispered, his voice soft, almost a plea. “Rivendell, and I…everything would be better with you here.”
His words lingered in your chest, and you felt like you were standing on the edge of something—something you couldn’t quite name, but that felt like everything. You didn’t know what the future held, or how long you’d stay, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. You leaned into him, your heart full in a way you never expected, and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to just be—to feel safe, to feel cared for.
And when you finally pulled back, there was no fear, no hesitation. Only the quiet understanding between you, the unspoken promise that, whatever happened, you wouldn’t have to face it alone. You didn’t know what came next, but with him standing beside you, you knew you were ready to face anything.
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Lotr oneshots
Fanfiction-REQUESTS ARE OPEN- This is a lotr oneshot book. I will write oneshots with: Legolas, Aragorn, Boromir, Faramir, and some other charackters, also from the Hobbit.
