TOLKIEN; imagines

57: Each Passing Night - Elrond

Request from TheHalfBloodSnape : One where the girl  is his best friend when they were still elflings and they got separated by the war and years later she comes to Rivendell after the Battle of the Five Armies. 

And from tumblr: Can the reader be an elf who's really shy and every time she tries to tell him, she panics and wishes she never decided to tell him but Lil Elly already knew that she liked him and just finds it really cute. 

A/N: Sorry I haven't been writing much, but hey, I only have two more weeks of school and then finals and then summer so. Sorry if this sucks. 

Translations: mellon: friend, meleth nin: my love.

Warnings: Embarrassment in front of crush, no proofreading or revision done on this piece. 

Words: ~1600

"He was everything. He was the elegant glinting of the moonlight on the white water in the rivers and streams as the stars gleamed in the heavens above like small, yet insurmountably significant, beacons of hope. He was the comfortingly musky wind after a soft rain and the barely palpable sense of everything thriving at the touch of the rejuvenating droplets. Elrond was every single thing that her heart desired and yet everything she could never have.

She was everything. She was the first flower to rise after the coldness of winter thawed, the first, and most beautiful bloom of them all. She was the last of the sun's rays on a bright summer day, the ones that carried the most warmth that glazed one's skin with honey and left them with the small spark of contentedness in the deepest, more pure depths of the soul. Y/N was everything that his heart yearned for, and yet, everything he could never have.

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The feeling of being friends with someone, yet feeling an underlying sense of something deeper, something more, was always the worst and best feeling. And it was a feeling I had been plagued and blessed with simultaneously for centuries.

Even as children, Elrond had always caught my interest and sparked little flares of something more than friendship in my heart. The two of us had always been by each other sides, defending and caring for one another. And when the war came, even though we had been separated, thoughts and memories of the ellon never left my mind; they never faded, the detail remaining as sharp as the moment the memories had taken place. Every day, I prayed to the Valar, begging for the protection of the one who deserved it most, Elrond.

Then the war came to a close and, decades later, I had found myself in the small elven city nestled in the gentle arms of the towering mountains. And over the years I had become the head librarian of the city ruled by the one I thought I had lost forever... Elrond.

Many late nights had been spent with the ellon, sifting through the mountains of books that resides neatly on the millions of ceiling-high bookshelves. Many sleepless hours had been spent in deep contentment as the two of us researched any topic that interested Elrond at the time or just spent the night reading wild tales and adventures, bodies within inches of each other. It was just as if we were children again.

And so the feelings I had for the ellon had grown more and more passionate and heartfelt with each passing night. The only dilemma was whether or not Elrond loved me with the same passion and the same contentedness as I loved him. The chances were unlikely.

And yet, I found my heart beating with defiant confidence. It begged my mind to just let me voice the thoughts and feelings I had felt and had imagined telling Elrond every single night as I went to bed, and every single morning as I woke up. Every instinct I had was telling me to confess my love, yet I still could not let myself.