Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

13. Rog - Haircut

Rog x Reader

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Rog had an accident in the forges that requires the readers assistance!

*Arimelda - Q. dearest

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You heard thundering footsteps hurrying towards you, the sound echoing loudly in the walk way. You swiveled around to follow the sound, and saw a disheveled and frustrated looking Rog. You raised a brow some as you folded your arms over your chest, wondering how the elf lord would greet you today.

"I need your help." His big voice boomed out to you, arms gesturing as his brows drew together and dark gray eyes looked at you pleadingly. Quietly you assessed his form, wearing only a heavy apron that he used when in the forge and trousers with black boots.

Broad shoulders and his muscular back exposed for everyone to see though you were not complaining about the view. The sun that trickled partially under the roof of the walkway made the light sheen of sweat glisten, outlining more of the taut and strong muscle on his arms.

"With what?" You asked him rather bluntly and a big hand only grabbed yours gently beginning to pull you along to another courtyard. The elves around you dwindling to only a few before he stood you in front of a bench,

"I am a fool." He began half laughing at his own words as a goofy grin found his face, you couldn't stop the smile that had begun to form on your lips.

"Rog what did you do?" You asked him with less seriousness, Rog hung his head down for a moment, the sloppy bun falling forward some as he chuckled shaking his head at your words. Finally, he looked back at you the expression of mirth never leaving his handsome face,

"I have singed my hair... Badly." Rog began making your eyes widen some at his words, that seemed like an amateur thing to do considering Rog was a very experienced smith!

"Let me see!" You prodded pushing on his chest to direct him to sit on the bench, despite his enormous size, moving Rog was effortless as he went with you. Stumbling some as his legs hit the bench before he unceremoniously plopped down on the wooden bench, as you moved to walk around behind him.

With care you grabbed the tie holding his long black hair on top of his head, untangling it from the mass. You huffed heavily in frustration as it seemed almost impossible to get out. He had done this without any care in the world, though he didn't flinch like any of your yanking was causing him any pain.

"Rog, stop putting up your own hair! Were you drunk when you did this!? This is atrocious!" Your words only made him bellow out with laughter, he had never been the best at taking his time to do this properly.

"You know alcohol is prohibited in the forges, arimelda." He laughed out to you, choosing to only highlight your comment on intoxication; making you roll your eyes as you smiled. You shook your head as you rather roughly undid the knots, he had managed to create around the leather cord, Rog still not flinching a bit at your roughness.

The moment you freed all of his long hair, you stepped back and saw how the right side had been singed up to just below his shoulder blades! You gasped some at the sight, the rest of the length was down to his hips!

"Eru Rōka! What did you do!? Catch your head on fire!? You said singed!" You exclaimed raising your voice as you circled back to face him! A gleaming grin on his face not taking this seriously at all, in typical Rog fashion as he began to laugh and nod at your words.

"Some hot embers came flying out of the forge and landed in my hair, before I had known it, it partially caught fire." He continued in his amusement, you only sighed out shaking your head as you rubbed your temples. As much as you loved that he could make any situation lighthearted you hoped he understood the seriousness of the situation at the very least.

"Fret not, arimelda I came prepared and I bring you shears." Rog said to you looking up at you with a charming smile, digging around in his apron before pulling out the said shears. You sighed out again as you took them from him, you could hardly believe he had really done something like this.

"Am I to put your hair up too?" You asked a bit sarcastically making him snort out before he nodded again,

"Would you mind doing so?" Rog said with a laugh, you frowned at this, you knew he was capable of PROPERLY putting his hair up. Or so you hoped, because how else did he manage all those years without you?

Ecthelion never confirmed nor denied that he was able, and Glorfindel didn't seem the least bit surprised. But at the same time, it was a little endearing that he enjoyed you doing something so simple.

"Alright, I will do it." You said in a breath walking around behind him, Rog sitting still as a statue as you brought the shears up to the rest of his hair. It snipped noisily, ebony strands falling to the ground beneath you, you took your time as you worked.

You were both lamenting the loss of so much beautiful hair hair and admiring how strong and muscular his back was. Almost like he was reading your mind he smirked,

"Try not to get too distracted back there hm?" He hummed out in a flirtatious teasing tone; you felt the heat rise up to your cheeks but smirked still. Taking some strands in your hand, continuing to snip away.

"Mm then I advise a shirt next time?" You mused to him making him chuckle again, your fingers brushing against the muscle of his back. Goose flesh rising on his skin at your soft touch, but he was silent; shuddering as your fingers brushed against him again.

Taking more of his hair in your hand and cutting away, neither one of you paying any attention to the curious or amused gazes of the elves around you. They were far used to their Lords antics, and you taking care of him.

Your courtship with the Lord was a wonderful one as well as an entertaining one as Rog kept you on your toes every day. Today was an excellent example of that, and finally you snipped the last bit of his hair away. All of it evenly cut now and considerably lighter on his head as he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

You only batted his hand away before gathering it in your hands, running your fingers through the silky strands, twisting his hair before wrapping it on top of his head. You reached with your free hand for one of his heavy hands,

"Here hold this." You said, plopping it on the bun you had made, the Lord snickering at this.

"As you wish." He said in a breath, before you brought the leather cord up to tie it into place. You pulled a few pins from your own hair you pinned a couple places securely to keep it from unraveling, so he wouldn't attempt to put it up and tangle it later.

"Your hair is done; your hand is no longer needed." You laughed out to him as you came back around to face him. Rog stood to his massive height with that same friendly expression on his face, and you craned your neck up to look at him before he stooped down.

A strong arm wrapping around your thighs, and a hand on your back as he easily and quickly lifted you up. Rog looked at you with adoring eyes as you laughed out in surprise!

"What would I possibly do without you?" Rog asked you happily and almost dreamily, your hands resting on his broad shoulders as you couldn't help but look back down at him lovingly. You brought your hands up to his face, thumbs stroking his face as you pressed your forehead against his.

"You'd run around with uneven, burnt, and tangled hair." You joked making you both laugh again, Rog nodded at those words knowing there was definitely some truth to it.

"That I would." He snickered before he tilted his head, lips capturing yours in a sweet and loving kiss. His lips warm and soft against yours, making you sigh out happily at the affection.

"Now," He began pulling away, lips brushing yours, you could feel the smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Eyes opening to look at you and you saw the glint of mischief in his eyes,

"To the forges we go!" He chuckled before throwing you more on his shoulder, before he began to run down the walkway. With you bouncing on his shoulder, squealing with laughter! The the elves around you only moving to clear the way laughing along with the two of you.