An Unexpected Fanfiction: The Hobbit & LOTR One Shots

Saccharine

Requested by the admirable@KasuoMikori! (https://www.wattpad.com/user/KasuoMikori ; the profile-linking feature is bugging out on me rn)

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Elrond x Female (Elf!) Reader

Hope you like!

Sunny days in Imladris always seemed to bring trouble.

Take, for instance, the day the news arrived that Lady Celebrían had been accosted by orcs and slain on a journey to visit her parents, the sky was clear and azure, with not a cloud hovering in it. The morning on which a terrible fire spread through the lower city dawned bright and warm. The four times on which Sarah had tried and failed to confess her affections to her long-time crush all happened on days when the sun was cheerfully bright and innocent all the way up in its skyward roost. Just as well, on this morning, the sky was grey and drab, the rumblings of thunder distant but drawing near. A storm was on the horizon, and not just literally, for that day in the palace of Imladris had been a messy one, to say the least.

The morning had begun simply enough, with Lindir waking Sarah after she'd slept in a little late and, as a result, they arrived a few minutes late to their daily briefing with Lord Elrond. The pair of advisers went over the day's projected schedule with their king to see that everything panned out properly, Sarah trying to subtly smooth down her dress and pull knots out of her hair so she wouldn't seem so unprepared. Elrond, embarrassingly enough, had offered her a comb from his armoire once he noticed her fidgeting, and she had awkwardly had the sense to graciously accept the gesture and brush her hair while Lindir continued the discussion.

Once the pair had left, Sarah heading down to the riverside to check on the day's shipments from Ered Luin, the kingdom with which Imladris had a flourishing sea trade, and Lindir making his way to the library for some book or whatnot, Arwen appeared almost immediately in her father's room. "Why is it you still have not said a word of your affections for Sarah to her?" Elrond sighed, resting his elbow upon his desk and his head upon the hand of that same arm. "It is not so simple as you would think, my daughter, these things are difficult-" "It has been nearly a hundred years since I first deciphered your feelings for her! Even for us elves, that is absurd!" Elrond winced and politely shooed her out of his room, a feeling of foreboding coming over him as he noticed the glimmer appearing in her eye as she left.

Arwen was frustrated. She knew that Elrond loved Sarah and she loved him in return, but for some reason, it seemed like they would never tell each other so. It was time for her to take action, so down to the docks she went, finding Sarah after a few minutes of searching in the bustling crowd. The noble elleth pulled her father's adviser aside into a quieter place in the area and told her this: "I am sick and tired of watching you moon over my father and vice-versa! Today will be the day you announce your love to each other, whether you like it or not!" Sarah's face went pale. "Arwen, my lady, please, I do not think you should do this-" "Too bad! Any ideas?" Despite how much Arwen then pressured her, Sarah was unwilling to offer up any ideas for her plot, standing stubborn in her fear-driven belief that Elrond would ultimately reject her no matter how she confessed.

Driven to a state of irritation by Sarah's refusal to help not even a little, Arwen sped back up to the palace, determining that if one half of the OTP wouldn't participate, surely the other would. And if he refused, she could always play the father card. She swept into the throne room, graceful as ever but today emanating a striking power, and approached her father as she beckoned for all others in the room to exit immediately. "Sarah is in love with another elf and is courting him," she blurted out, completely winging it, and to her delight, those words had the exact effect on Elrond she'd hoped they would. He gasped, but then pretended not to have as his cheeks fell void of color. "Truly? You know this?" "Yes." Arwen's tone was breezy, as if she was blasé of the whole situation, when in truth, she cared just as much as her father.