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(Lindir) Enchanting Siren

A/N: This imagine was made up by me.

⚠️Warning ⚠️ : None

Word Count: 645

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Lindir's POV

It was a quiet night in Imaldris. Lindir was completing some last minute work for Lord Elrond and a meeting they had just finished with another kingdom. Finally needing a break, Lindir laid his quill onto is desk and walked to his balcony for some fresh air. The moon was large and bright, like glittering silver resting in the clear night sky of Middle-Earth. Only when he had his eyes closed to listen to the crickets chirp and the slight dance of the leaves, did he hear an enchanting melody. It was the sound of a flute singing a calming yet mournful tune. With scrunched eyebrows Lindir opened his eyes and looked below him to see if he could find the source of the solemn song, but could not seem to identify where it was coming from. Lindir wanted to know who was playing such mournful yet beautiful music this late at night, so he walked back in his room, grabbed his dark crimson over coat, and left his room to find the source of the melody.

He searched the palace for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes. He came to a two way corridor and stopped to listen for the melody. 'Left.' He thought to himself as he heard the flute once again. As he walked farther down the corridor the music became louder. Once Lindir reached the end of the hall he saw that it had led him to the meeting area where Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, Saruman The White, and Gandalf The Grey had a recent meeting about a blade Radagast The Brown had discovered in Dol Guldur. When Lindir stepped closer he saw an elleth in a (f/c) dress with (h/l), (h/c) hair. Of course he could only see the back of her. The mysterious elleth stood in the center of the platform surrounded by pillars playing her flute while unaware she had an audience.

When the song was finally finished Lindir applauded with amazement. The elleth jumped not expecting anyone to be up this late. She turned to face Lindir and when she did Lindir was astonished by her beauty. Her smooth (s/c) skin, her soft features, and her enchanting (e/c) eyes almost made him lose his balance for he had never seen such beauty before, moreover he had never seen this siren wondering around before. Finally for what felt like forever he spoke. "That melody was very lovely." He said quietly so has not to scare this majestic creature. She blushed and looked done with a shy smile. "Thank you my lord." She answered quietly. Lindir slowly walked forward. " what is your name my lady?" He questioned with curiosity while he now stood a foot away from her. "(Y/n), my name is (y/n)." She curtsied with her head bowed most of the time he had spoke to her. "I see that you already know I am?" Lindir smiled slightly at her shyness. "Yes my lord. You are Lord Elrond's steward." She answered while still looking down. Lindir chuckled while stepping closer. "Yes." He then used his index finger and thumb to lift her head up to him. 'So enchanting.' He thought. "Would you like to have a walk with me my lady?" He Asked while letting go of her chin and held his hand out to her. She looked at his hand and then to him, then smiled and replied with a yes.

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A/N: Okay that was the first imagine of this book I hope you enjoyed. Also this was just a quick write so if the plot seems everywhere I apologize and if you would like to read more go to my Wattpad account. Link is in my profile, but anyways until next time my elves. N'i lû tôl.

Translations: N'i lû tôl- Until then.

(Source of translations: http://www.arwen-undomiel.com/elvish/phrases.html)

Thranduil: This food is too hot... I can't eat it. Myrcelle: You’re very hot, and I still eat you. Everyone at the table: *silence* Lindir: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING! Elrond: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

Alvina: Why aren't there friend pick-up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like- Alvina, to Elrond: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual. Thranduil, to Lindir: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire. Myrcelle: There are two types of people.

The Risk Is Worth The Embarrassment

Bonjour mes petits pétales!

I won’t lie, don’t really like this one! It feels kinda passive and boring and just meh. 

Please, someone tell me how to get better at writing! 😂 You would’ve thought my first year of English Lit A Level should have helped but I’ve lost my mind to the society of Gilead instead!   

Also very much need to improve my titling! 

Much love!

(ﾉﾟοﾟ)ﾉﾐ★゜・。。・゜゜・

“Please, correct me if I’m wrong but, uh, isn't that fountain sacred?”

A tight-lipped huff was the only response I obtained from my question, confirming my suspicions. The rigid form of the elf beside me made no move to go and drag the dwarves from bathing in said fountain, yet Lindir’s body trembled with irritation as a vibrant rouge quite swiftly advanced the span of his neck and cheeks. I scrambled to think of something to quell the anger of the brunette before he did anything that would put him out of Lord Elrond’s favour (although I still believe Elrond would have thought the sight of his right-hand elf ragefully dragging a few dwarves out of a blessed fountain by their nads to be quite funny… or that might’ve just be me).

“I mean at least we’ve got quite the view.”

Why I felt the need to put my hands on my hips and wink at the elf I’ll never know. Lindir spun around to face me with wide, unbelieving eyes until after a few moments they narrowed and, in quite the strop, Lindir stormed down the hallway. Admittedly, that might have not been the best thing to say… Having one last peep at the, rather impressive, bodies of the dwarves, I turned and scuttled in the footsteps of the uptight elf around the corner.

It was quite some time before I was once again reunited with Lindir. I drifted to settle against an ornately decorated column so as to not break Lindir from his revere.

Lindir wasn’t like other elves, or at least not the ones I’d seen. Having originally joined Gandalf in this realm at the same time he had met with Thranduil in Mirkwood, my first interactions with the race had been somewhat tarnished by a few stuck up, pompous, platinum-haired pricks. Rather happily, meeting the Rivendell elves on my journey with Thorin and the Company had been far more amiable.

We were first met by Elrond’s aid, Lindir. Watching the graceful elf drift down the stairs with an air of importance and respect metaphorically floored me. My mind soared with possibilities of conversations to be had, yet my mouth remained temporarily detached from any witty, or vaguely coherent, speech. Eventually, my silence ceased and I managed to partake in polite small talk with the brunette over dinner. Indeed, Lindir only seemed to be half-listening as he was also paying mind to the increasingly loud complaints of the Company. I mean I can’t blame the poor thing for ceasing to listen to my explanation of the dynamics of Love Island when shit hit the fan. Or more appropriately, the first roll hit the statue.

Sitting on the marble bench with his head in his hands, Lindir took deep breaths to calm and settle his mind. I had never been to this wing of the city, where a small lowered garden sat in the centre of what I realised must have been a sort of villa.

“Is this where you live?” I queried. The elf started in his seat.

“Apologies,” Lindir hesitated, “I was not aware you had followed me.”

I hummed in acceptance as he nodded his responce to my previous question. Sighing, I sat down next to him, wistfully staring at the peaceful garden in front of us. Without taking my eyes off the scene in front of me, I slowly inched my hand closer to Lindir’s thigh.

Once close enough, I quickly poked the fleshy skin through his tunic and recoiled as though nothing had happened.

“Boop.”

I could see Lindir turning to me with a confused look on his pointed features, glancing between my face and his thigh. I waited for him to turn back to the garden. Once again, I poked his body, slightly higher this time at his hip.

“Boop.”

Eyebrows furrowed, he tried to catch my hand before it took its place back on my leg. Turning to Lindir, I raised my left eyebrow in faux-innocence. The elf opened his mouth in preparation to speak, but before I had to cease my fun I attacked his side in the same manner.

This time the reaction was slightly different.

Now, Lindir was a very handsome elf, or at least that’s what I thought. The thing is, having that handsome elf let out a squeak of a giggle, which causes him to mirror the shade of a strawberry somewhat morphs that handsomeness into pure, unadulterated preciousness. Like ‘I’d take a bullet for you’ precious!  

I allowed a smile to stretch across my face, possibly coming across as vaguely Joker-ish but Lindir was simply too embarrassed to notice. The elf’s eyes now echoed that of a deer caught in the headlights, a definite air of Bambi to him and I never thought something so sweet could make someone so attractive!

I bit my lip to halt my giggles at Lindir’s stuttered sputtering as he tried to find an excuse for his adorable reaction. Lindir was progressively becoming more scarlet so, to save him having an aneurysm, I stood and turned from the bench.

“Wait!” Lindir snatched my wrist to stop me leaving but seemed to remember himself and let go with an sheepish huff. If one were to describe the living embodiment of embarrassment, Lindir might have just been it. His ears and neck were bright crimson, he was stuttering through his words and in all honesty seemed like he was going to have a full-on breakdown.

I smiled. Moving my hand to interlock our fingers I stared down at the red elf and tilted my head. His reaction gave me confidence, if this went badly then I suppose we’d be even.

“I didn’t know you were ticklish, Bambi?” I joked, with a well-placed eyelash flutter and pout. Gazing down at him I decided that maybe the embarrassment of what I wanted to do was worth it. I morphed my smile into more of a smug grin, leaned down and kissed Lindir’s cheek.

The only reaction I saw before running off around the corner was the poor thing touching his cheek in shock. Even though my heart was threatening to pound out of my chest, I’d be lying if I said the small smile that lifted at the corners of Lindir’s lips didn’t make the anxiety worth it.

LotR Imladris Crew (+A few other people) Height Headcanons

I know Elrond is canonically 6'2, but it would be so much funnier if he was, like, 5'4.

(All headcanons) You have:

Gil-galad, 6'5

Maedhros, 7'6

Maglor, 6'6

Celebrian, 6'3 (Tall girlboss short malewife who is also a girlboss)

Elladan and Elrohir who are both 6'4

Legolas, 5'11

Thranduil, 6'3

Glorfindel, 5'6 (My height)

Erestor: 5'10 (Very bitter about being shorter than the twins, possibly very happy about being taller than Glorfindel)

Aragorn, 6'1

Lindir, 5'9 (My mom's height, shocked every time he realizes that he's taller than Glorfindel)

Elros, 5'8

I can DEFINITELY see that happening.

Have you ever wondered if elves comprehend human jokes or sarcasm?, like for example when we are so pissed off we say things out of rage and don't truely mean it..

*plan not going well*.

Human:*pissed* I'm gonna k!ll myself.

Elf:*visibly concerned* why would you do that?!.

*Elrond after the fellowships leave Imladris

Elrond : bring the best one we can offer to Thranduil, and also tell him that we sent his son, his only son, his only heir, the only family he had, to the most dangerous quest with bunch of hobbits who looks like kids who can't even lift a sword, a wizard, two men who can't even stand each other, and..... A DWARF.....

Lindir : shall I prepare your departure to valinor too, just in case, My Lord?

my library

here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help

will update the list as I read

Thorin

Smoke, iron and Thorin

Fire and Gold

Learning Khuzdul

Braid of Gold

Thorin being soft

The Beauty of Chance

Those Hands

Misunderstanding

The arrival

A king's crown

Covered In Steam

There's just inches in between us

Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews

In This Moment 

Agreement

Symphony of your life

Oh so quiet

Confession

Find Your Way Back

Fili

fili oneshots

Moonrise

The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident

Stay with me

The Redeemer

Durin's Garage

Restless

Lost My Way

Kili

The book keeper

insecurities

The beauty and the Beast

getting back at Kili for teasing

My Treasure

Madly in love

It's in his kiss

Love Bites

Sway With Me

Wood Carvings

Softly. . .

Sweet like nectar

A Shot in the Dark

Beorn

Early Mornings

Beorn takes care of you when you're injured

Linger

Legolas

Watcher of Wanderers

The Innocence of Brutality

Blessing

Sensitive

Being best friends with Legolas

Hazy Memories

Spellbound

Thranduil

Bookworm

Relax

Best friends father

Fascination

Flower On My Skin

To Meet Under the Stars

Passenger Princess

Autumn Thunderstorm

I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed

Haldir

Gentle Dark

Lindir

My Heart Is In Your Hands

Moonlight

Just a Little Help

Warriors Great Tales

The Fountain

Return to Me

Èomer

Burnt Bread

A Helping Hand

Wildest Dreams

Falling In Love With A Librarian

SFW alphabet

Happiness

A Roll in the Hay

Blessing

Turning Points

More characters

various characters oneshots

Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.

Journey to Erebor

Hair braiding

Elves + Braiding

What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company

Cuddling With Thorin's Company

Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

The LOTR characters reacting to a modern reader

My tastes have never changed

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT 🖤🖤🖤🖤

You wrote ALL of the prompts and dialogues ?????? I thought you would choose one, I didn't mean all of them, I knew everything you'd write would be fantastic... but this ???

You made ME into an OC !!??? With my favorite petname : Honey 🖤💛

It's soooo cute 🖤 the start of an adventure of a lifetime, it is way better than anything I could have imagined... (I hate hiking, and I'm always left behind 🤣🤣🤣 HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL OF THIS !???)

I never thought someone would want to write something like this, for me. It was wonderful, thank you so much 🖤🖤🖤 one of my favorite fanfic writer wrote... me.

Lindir x OC

At the last hour, @fleurdemiel-145 has sent in a slew of prompts. I'm always happy to write for someone, so here is my short ficlet about Lindir (who might be Maglor, who knows?) meeting his salvation.

Prompts: ennemies to lovers, soulmate, mythical creatures, fairytale, one bed, mutual pining, meet cute...

Why didn't you say so ?! - Are you very sure ? - What's the next step ? - Oh you ARE strong ! - Make me...

Pairing: Lindir x OC

Words: 1,6k

Warnings: Solitude, trauma, carrying a woman down a hill

“Don’t be daft, honey!”

Zahra pulled her shoulders up as if that could protect her from the devastating blow of her friend’s cold, cutting words.

“It’s just a book!” Standing at the foot of the small hill, girded in swirling mist, the group with which she’d set out on this hiking trip stared up at her impatiently.

“You can go ahead without me,” she called back stubbornly. “I’ll catch up soon enough.”

She called them “friends”, but—at the end of the day—they were just a ragtag group of people who were all desperately trying to outrun their respective lives and problems by trekking through the wilderness in search of a peace that stubbornly evaded them.

Huffing and puffing, the others ultimately left without a second glance, leaving Zahra behind as she stood, perched precariously on a small rock, overlooking the rolling fields pensively.

At their last stop in a sleepy town, three days ago, she’d drifted into a cosy bookshop where she’d found herself inexorably drawn to a dusty, evidently well-read second-hand edition of local fairy tales.

Once upon a time, she’d loved that kind of story, and she’d been unable to withstand the instinctive attraction of a fond memory from her past.

An avid reader whose imagination knew no bounds, Zahra had consequently devoured the tome at once to the point where her companions had started mocking her for trying to read even while walking.

At first, she’d been well aware of the whimsical nature of the charming, fantastic tales, but—as the road wound on and on through dense forests and across gurgling streams—it became increasingly harder to draw the line between the landscape unravelling under her weary feet and the scenes of drama and doom playing on repeat in her mind.

When the group had halted in a sunny clearing earlier in the day, she’d skimmed through a narrative she’d already read thrice to pass the time, and—looking up from the yellowed pages—she’d suddenly glimpsed the silhouette of an old ruin on a nearby hill.

Even now, as she struggled up the steep, slippery slope, Zahra couldn’t quite believe how perfectly the description in the book matched the forlorn spot beckoning to her.

The rational part of her heart and soul winced as she looked around hopefully—her friends were right, there would be no mystical king of yore holding court in his hall of fog.

She was simply wasting everybody’s time.

“Hello?” she called softly, feeling utterly foolish.

The air around her seemed to ripple and flicker for a moment, and then a warm, melodious voice said something in a language she didn’t understand.

“Hello?” she repeated and stepped through the curtain of wavering grey. The bleak weeks she’d spent on the road had made her wary, though, so she gripped the small utility knife she’d taken from her belt a little tighter.

Too often, her sweet, trusting nature had led her astray in the past, and she’d learned how to survive on her own the hard way.

The mist parted, and the most beautiful creature she’d ever seen stepped out as from a different realm.

Tall and ethereally slender, the vision of dark hair and pale skin seemed to glow from within. At a glance, she could discern the unusual shape of its ears and the alluring curve of its smile, and her heart started pounding in her chest.

Half-dream and half-nightmare, the anthropomorphic being kept walking towards her, dark eyes alight with ancient wisdom and long hair flowing in a non-existent breeze.

Zahra gasped in surprise and shock.

“No, no, don’t distress yourself!” the being exclaimed, lifting two long-fingered hands to show that he—for his build and demeanour suggested a male—was not even trying to reach for the impressive sword hanging from his narrow hips.

“It’s been a long time since last someone came here,” the stranger mused in the same pleasant, oddly enchanting voice. “Who are you? I heard someone call you ‘Honey’. Are you a beekeeper?”

At that, she scoffed in disbelief. In the stories, fairies and cursed princes were usually smart and suave—they didn’t ask silly questions.

“Well, are you?”

She shook her head. “I’m neither a flower—for which I was named—nor am I a beekeeper. That’s not how names work.”

“It is where I come from. So tell me, Lady, what brings you here?”

Zahra blew up her cheeks—how was she to tell this fantastical apparition that she’d been led into a wild goose-chase by an old book?

“Who are you?” she asked instead of answering, suddenly aware that she’d put herself in tremendous danger. No doubt, her friends had already continued their way without her, and if this beautiful man was not a mystical fairy king but a very mundane murderer, she’d be in serious trouble.

“They once called me Lindir.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Are you sure? Are you very sure? I’ve never heard that name before.”

“I’ve not heard yours at all,” he gave back sharply, his dark eyebrows puckering to mimic her expression of bated hostility in the face of an unexpected ambush. “I am who I say I am, at least partially.” “Are you cursed?” Zahra asked, deeming that caution was a luxury she could dispense with in the current situation. “Or why are you all alone here?”

“My people have left, yes,” Lindir replied, a shadow of age-old sadness and undeniable guilt rippling across his handsome face. “And I don’t know how to join them.”

“Why didn’t you say so?” she cried out, letting her rucksack slip from her shoulders and extracting the accursed book from it hastily. “I know exactly how to help you.”

His dark eyes zeroed in on the cover, and his stern mouth fell open in astonishment. “You’ve found it,” he gasped. “I’ve been looking for that!”

“It was not for you to find,” Zahra, who’d read more fairy tales than she’d ever admit, informed him haughtily. “According to the legend, someone else has to help you.”

“And I have to accept that help,” he groaned, lifting a pale, slender palm to his forehead dramatically. “Oh, the Valar really have an odd sense of humour.”

He sighed before turning his compellingly deep eyes back on her distrustful face. “What’s the next step then, oh Mistress of the Book?”

Used to being ribbed, Zahra curled up on herself once more.

“Sorry, that was unnecessarily cruel. It seems that I’ve forgotten how to be civil, even to the fairest of maidens. Ages of loneliness will do that to you. Forgive me,” Lindir admitted sheepishly as he extended a conciliatory hand to her.

As her mystified gaze swept along the horizon searchingly, Zahra debated whether she wanted to catch up with her so-called friends at all. All her life, she’d yearned for an adventure, and she was loath to forego the one that had fallen into her lap in favour of her travel companions’ insipid conversation.

“We have to find a place to sleep tonight,” she declared, wishing she had a map to see how far it was to the next village. “Do you have any money?”

Lindir shook his head, bemused and a little ashamed. “What are you even?” she asked as she pondered the perilous descent down the hill ahead of them—the light was fading fast, and the verdant grass had been as slick as mud on the way up already. She didn’t want to think of how undignified any attempt at getting down again would be.

“I’m of the—” he bit his lip. “I guess you’d call me an ‘Elf’? Is that correct?”

“Long hair, pointy ears, otherworldly beauty—yeah, I think that might be the right term,” she acquiesced quietly, her mind still consumed with purely logistical matters.

“Then I’m well afraid that one room is all we can afford,” she finally scoffed, eyeing him critically.

“I don’t mind sleeping with the horses,” he replied with an air of noble self-denial that made her chuckle under her breath.

“There are no steeds, good Sir. We’ll have to walk…well, first, we must get off this blasted hovel!” Zahra grimaced in dismay.

“Allow me,” Lindir smiled. “I’m quite strong. In the absence of equine support, I’d be honoured to serve as mule and destrier to Milady.”

His pompous tone made Zahra laugh anew. “You’re a funny one,” she giggled and then squealed when he lifted her into his arms and bore her down the hill effortlessly.

“My,” she breathed. “Oh, you are strong indeed!”

When they reached even ground, she expected to be thrown back on her sore feet, but Lindir kept going as if she and her pack weighed nothing at all.

“Set me down,” she prompted. “I can walk!”

“If we’re to share a room tonight, we might as well get better acquainted,” he replied calmly as his stride grew bolder with every step. “What is your name?”

Breathing in his clean, slightly floral scent, Zahra realised that she felt as inescapably drawn to him as she had to the book. Mayhap, this laughably improbable meeting had been fated.

“Very well,” she said, leaning back in his gentle embrace. “Tell me all about you and your people!”

Lindir sucked his teeth. “Make me,” he teased. “For every question I answer, you shall owe me an information in return. We have miles to go before the next settlement, so we shall have more than enough time to find out why you were chosen to find one who’s evaded detection for so long. Let’s start with your name!”

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