I slammed my books down on the table and threw my cloak over the chair. Tears clouded my eyes as a sinking pain filled my insides. I sat down on the edge of the bed and held my head in my hands.
The door opened and Elrohir walked in. "How was your-"
He stopped when he saw me. "Darling, what happened?"
"Nothing."
"This isn't nothing." He sat beside me.
"I'm feeling rather depressed."
Elrohir pulled me back onto the bed. "Want to cuddle?"
"Mhmm." I sigh as I lay with my head resting on his chest. "It comes on suddenly."
"I understand." He whispers as he pulls me close to him.
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Elf Imagines and my one shots/Daydreams: Tolkien Edition
Fan fikciaFor everyone who dreams of a life far, far away in Middle Earth. Settling down with one of the fine Elves Tolkien created. This is a collection of fluffy love stuff for all the elf simps. Mostly some daydreams that have popped into my head. Warning...
