The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings Imagines

À nos souvenirs -Glorfindel

(Requested by EttaDaring: You mentioned on one chapter that you like getting requests based on songs in other languages! Since I know you like French, maybe try listening to A Nos Souvenirs, by Trois Cafés Gourmands. It's a WONDERFUL song and I cry every time I listen to it. It's kind of a bittersweet celebration of him and remembering your roots, even far away, so I'm sure you could do something beyond wonderful with it! If you wouldn't mind, I would looove a one-shot based on that with maybe the reader and Glorfindel talking about good times in Gondolin? Just... soft and nice?

Author's Notes: so as a person who moves a lot due to my dad's work, the definition of home became my family instead of the place, the house that we live in (I still call it home but I'm not quite attached to it because I've realized that what makes a place comfortable to live in is the people that you live with). But I do constantly miss the places we've been to, the places I once did call home. I wonder how it would feel if we stayed and saw how those places changed and developed. I also yearned a life where I could live permanently in one place and build my whole life there. But I also know that I wouldn't be the person I am today, and I wouldn't have these memories and experiences I've gained, if we didn't move at all.

I hope I was able to portray Glorfindel properly, I just see him as this smooth ellon, like the smoothest but also the gentlemanliest, is that even a word idk, ellon you'll see. Like if he courted you, that guy would know the art of flirting but the best flirting you'll get because he'd just shower you with compliments and you can't even say he's lying because you just SEE IT IN HIS EYES THAT HE BELIEVES HE IS TELLING THE TRUTH DO YOU GET ME I LOVE GLORFINDEL NOW

also I spent like an hour opening my book and searching the lotr wiki pages for Gondolin and Glorfindel and I even ended up reading about Maeglin wkdkaid I also hope you don't mind me tagging you!

Warning: just ya know, nostalgia and longing for a place you once called home 😭)

"Glorfindel?"

His head turned to you and a soft smile graced his lips. The soft glow that radiated from him touched your skin and you could not help but look at it in wonder. And even in the dim light of the moon his golden hair shimmered as if millions of stars had fallen and graced his locks. His face was always filled with joy and rarely of fear.

But his eyes that were most often bright and clean were distant and filled with sorrow.

"What is it, my love?" asked Glorfindel, his voice like velvet even though barely above a whisper. There was a smile on his face when he turned to look at you but it disappeared when Glorfindel saw his emotions mirrored in your eyes.

His instinctive reaction whenever he saw you were bothered by something was to reach out for you and pull you close to him. And that was Glorfindel did. In one fluid motion he had extended his arm towards you and placed it around your shoulders. His eyebrows met as he looked at your face, trying to decipher the cause of your distress.

"What is bothering you?" he said, caressing your face like how you'd handle something delicate and precious and priceless.

You offered him a smile and reached to cup his cheek. He placed his hand on top of yours and held it closer to him. Glorfindel loved the feel of your hands on him and how warm they were. Oh the things he was willing to do to be able to keep on holding them, holding you, forever.

"I should be asking you that," you said. "What is the cause of the sorrow in your eyes, darling?"

"What sorrow are you talking about?" Glorfindel tried to find a way out. He didn't want to worry you. This night is supposed to be about the two of you, spent in each other's arms and enjoying each other's company. This was supposed to be filled with smiles and laughter and hugs and kisses.But you knew him like the back of your hand and he knew you like the back of his hand. Glorfindel knew no matter how much he tried to mask the longing in his eyes, you would still see them, clear as day. Others would be drawn to the glow he emanated and it would distract them from his true feelings. But you're used to his brilliance, and looking past it allowed you to draw back the curtains of the windows to his soul.