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Adar knows how King and Court think of the Peredhel, like some bittersweet tale of fantasy, like the scion of some distant history told to sleepy little elflings by the fire - but do not fear, gwinig, for the beautiful prince was saved from his cruel captors to live in happiness forever after with us. They speak of him like he's something quaint. Doesn't he look so like Lúthien, so like his forefather Fingolfin? Isn’t he as dignified as the Princess Idril? Isn’t he wise like Elu Thingol? How sweet!
And so in the golden light of Lindon do they lie to themselves - for Elu Thingol was ruthless, unshakeable in his convictions even unto his death; yet the courtiers tut at Lord Elrond’s stubbornness. Idril Celebrindal was trapped, as hidden as her city as darkness crept up the walls and into her home; yet Lady Galadriel shrugs off her friend’s warnings. Fingolfin held Morgoth at bay for four hundred years, unfailing strength carved into his very bones; yet the King both censures his Herald for his forcefulness.
And Lúthien, ai! Tinúviel, wrathful, relentless, unearthly - when friends flinch from your gaze and Lords shift uneasily when you talk, when the wise cannot bring themselves to look on you for fear of what they will see, when Kings lie and placate and spin gossamer traps because they know you could unmake them - that is Lúthien.
- from the fic I’m writing about Elrond from Adar’s perspective. I'm on 100 words so far and idk how I'm going to make it to 5k... you're welcome to talk to me about it tho :)
With the braziers long gone cold, the night lies close and heavy, darkness impenetrable. It’s imôr - the deep night. Men call this time the bewitching hour and as Adar gazes on the apparition lying beside him, he can’t help feeling that they might have a point.
The Elvenking’s Herald looks unearthly in Adar’s bed, more like a mirage of grey starlight and hazy shadow than a creature of flesh. It seems there must be some trick of the light at play, one that makes an Uruk out of canvas tent walls and a Maia out of tangled sheets. But despite the guiles of dappled starlight, Elrond’s breath is warm and steady and undeniably real against Adar’s hand as he raises a finger to those sweet lips -
Lips parted and eyes closed in true sleep. Is it his mortal blood that makes him sleep so deeply? Or, like an Elf, has he collapsed into oblivion as his strength runs dry?
What is he - Elf or Man of Maia, all at once or something else entirely? Elrond Peredhel, half Elf, half other, descendent of Lúthien whose shadowy hair and radiant face have ever drawn the eyes of monsters. Kinslayers, Úmaiar… and Adar. Wonderous thing, he thinks. Wonderous, beautiful, hunted thing.
- from the fic I’m writing about Elrond from Adar’s perspective. I promised 5k of fangirling and I intend to deliver. Hang in there!
Silmarillion Kinkmeme prompt by Anonymous: Adar/Elrond - First Time Enjoying Sex is Dubcon. (RoP, Explicit, M/M, creator chose not to use archive warnings, no particular DNW for Elrond’s past relationships.) Elrond’s only ever been with lovers who are at best selfish and at worst abusive. Every time he’s had sex, it’s been painful. He had nothing to compare it to, he assumes this is just how it was supposed to be. When Adar takes him prisoner and makes it clear sex will earn Elrond better treatment, Elrond expects it to be even worse than he’s used to. But Adar treats him gently and makes it physically pleasurable. (Bonus if Elrond says something that makes Adar realise all this and Adar is disturbed. Because he knows he’s not a good person, and he knows that it’s wrong to use Elrond’s position to coerce him into sex… so wtf is wrong with the elves for treating Elrond worse than the Lord Father of the Uruks?)
I really like this one, which is bizarre because I. haven't gotten round to actually. watching? RoP? Like I've read To Partake (x) and a handful of Adarond fics but in general I have absolutely no idea what I'm taking about. I'm not sure anything I write will turn out like anon wanted because I'm basically an illiterate three year old waving around someone else's action figures but I'm guaranteed to have a great time so let's do it.
As with all things, let's start with tequila orange juice and gratuitous world building, and we'll see where we end up!