The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings Imagines

Pagaling Ka -FatherFigure!Elrond X Human!Reader

(Requested by anon on Tumblr: Hiii! I love love love your writing!!! Can I please request a father figure!Elrond x human!reader where the reader is sick (nothing life threatening or anything) I’ve just gotten over being sick myself lol. Thank yooooooou the last father figure elrond was so sweet!

Author's Notes: hi anon! Thank you so much for the request and your kind words! I'm really sorry this took so long, I wanted to get this out as soon as I received this to help you feel better even though you were feeling better when you sent this. I hope this still brings some happiness and brings comfort to those who are reading who are feeling sick

Disclaimer: so I wrote that the reader lost her parents to a disease and that's the reason how she came to Elrond and his family. JUST IN CASE and just so you know, I wrote that without even the thought of it being a reference to what the world is facing right now, like JUST IN CASE someone might think it sounds a bit reckless or insensitive of me. Elves are immortal and in my opinion, I think they'd be more worried when it comes to the people they love who are of the Race of Men and I needed a reason why Elrond's children would be much more worried whenever reader is sick.

Warnings: mentions of death or loss)

Elrohir kicked the door open and in he came with pillows in his arms. Behind him was his twin Elladan who also carried countless pillows. Following the two of them was Arwen, looking as lovely as ever (she also carried pillows but she only brought three since her older brothers already took every pillow they could find).

As they paraded into your room, you raised your eyebrows and sat up slowly. Elrond who was sitting on a chair beside your bed saw this and helped you up. After making sure you were settled comfortably, he gestured for his children to bring the pillows near the two of you.

"What is this for?" you asked and you tried your best to talk properly even though you had trouble breathing in through your nose.

"Ada told us to bring pillows," Elrohir answered.

"I did tell you that, but I don't recall telling you to ransack every room along the way and take all the pillows you see," Elrond said.

Elladan shrugged, clearly not minding what they have done and what consequences they might have to face later. "Oh don't worry about it too much. I know where I should return these pillows. These two green pillows are from the love seat on a balcony and these three blue ones are from Erestor's room and—"

"What—You took Erestor's pillows—?"

"—this one is from Lindir's room and—"

Elrond looked at you and Arwen who had already sat down on the other side of the bed. "If Lindir and Erestor come looking for their pillows, tell them I don't have sons named Elladan and Elrohir."

"It was only Elladan who thought of getting other people's pillows without permission," Elrohir chimed in.

"Then I don't have a son named Elladan."

Elladan placed his hand on his chest and dramatically gasped. "How could you? I thought you love me!"

"That does not matter when we talk about Erestor. There is a reason why he is my chief counsellor."

"Because he is smart? you asked.

"That too. But it is mostly because he steers me in the right direction by glaring daggers at me."

Elrond had you move forward a bit so he could stack the pillows against the bed frame. When he was done, he told you to lean against them. The purpose for this was to help you sleep a bit more comfortably. Having your upper body in a slight upright position gave you chances to breathe through your nose. You had been whining about not being able to do so ever since your nasal congestion got worse.