Lindir - Blog Posts

WIP Ask Game! Erestor is Elurín and Lindir is Maglor (somehow no one dies) 👀👀👀 I have so many questions! And Intrigues!

Hi! sorry it took me so much time to answer your ask, my phone deosn't agree with tumblr asks and I have to log in on my laptop to see them, which happens very irregularly. Anyways, this fic is still very much in the planning stages and is a crossover between an old abandonned fic of mine that uses the idea that Lindir is Maglor’s pseudonym in the Third Age, but also that Maglor kind of lost his memories and isn’t really aware of what he did and who he was before ending up in Rivendell (3 thousands years of self-imposed exile and wallowing in grief are bad for the mental health), and my fic idea/theory where Elurín survived being abandoned in the woods and took the name Erestor after his twin’s death. (More in this post: https://www.tumblr.com/camille-lachenille/728801294198980608/new-theory-just-dropped-erestor-is-one-of-dior ).

Anyways, the fic would start in the early Second age when Erestor and Elrond meet for the first time in Gil-Galad’s court and become fast friends. Erestor is Elrond’s greatest support when they build Imladris but doesn’t reveal their familial link until after the Last Alliance. Then, skipping a few centuries, Maglor is brought to Rivendell delirious and nearly amnesiac and Erestor’s trauma rears its ugly head at the sight of the Elf who destroyed his home. From there on it’s mostly Elrond trying to save Maglor and mediating between his foster father and his uncle, until they find a balance.

They really didn’t mean anything by it honestly Bards elves were just too sensitive!!!!

Verissa had been about town with Lindir when thier dear little nephew had run up to them crumbs splattered on his face hands wide for a hug. All the elves adored the children of Dale and Lindir was no acception.

“Verissa can’t I play with you today mommy and daddy are fighting again.”

“Of course you may,” Verissa cleaned his cheeks “ this is my friend Lindir.”

The rest of the afternoon was quite uneventful until dinner time approached the child, “Do I have to go home Verissa?”

“ You do. Look as much as your parents may fight they love you okay.”

“Really?”

“Of course, as constant as the stars above always know that you are loved....now go hone my poor brother must be worried sick! Shoo!”

“Bye Verissa! By mr elf!!!”

“Well now that the kids gone.... Lindir.”

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Awww fuck.”

Writing Prompt

Lindir had been attached to the hip of one of Bards assistants Verissa since morning. He was supposed to be attending Lord Elrond but was told to ‘take a break’

Ugh!

Well she was nice at least, and dare he say it perhaps she was even a friend.

Elrond: There you are Lindir! How has your day been?

Lindir: My day has been well, Verissa here was quite kind in showing me around.

Elrond: oh was she now

Elrond didn’t want antagonize the situation but Verissa hardly seemed kind and helpful sort; a constant scowl on her face, short replies and staring at air. Then again Erestor did similar things...

Bard huffed: And how was your day Verissa?

She looked up from inspecting her nails: it was not terrible

Elrond bristled.

Bard laughed: Well good to see you making friends! And with elves no less!

Verissa hummed huffy: ...friends...

Glorfindale stepped in before Elrond could interject: Well then I hope tomorrow goes better for you I’m sure we can find something for Lindir to do without taking your time

Verissa blinked slowly:Why would you need to do that?

Glorfindale: uuuhhhh welll

Erestor: We simply don’t want to disturb you with someone you barely appear to tolerate

Verissa stared at the elves with the eyes of a long dead fish:

“I have only known Lindir for a day but if anything ever happened to them I would kill everyone in this room and then myself”

The room went quite, the room was quite until the humans began to laugh!

The non-Greenwood elves stood shocked. Glorfindale: Did she just threaten murder and the humans are ... happy?

Thranduil grind over to Elrond: No worries Lindir, this just means she likes you.

Writing Prompt

Elrond misunderstands a cultural story dear to Lindirs heart and ends up gifting Lindir a chicken.

Lindir accepts the chicken thinking it’s a part of Elronds culture.

Comedy ensues.

Lindir discreetly try’s to get rid of the chicken by saying that the chicken should get to live with other chickens- Elrond buys him a second chicken.

Victorian Sensibility #2

Elrond doesn’t tell Lindir to change - why should he? This is fine, and ethier way Lindir should be able to wear whatever he wants.

Even if other elves are staring at Lindir the same way he is.

It made him feel red and ends with him glaring down any would be sutors- gods he was acting like a child. He knew that, he didn’t need Erestor to nod dissapovingly at him like that!

As soon as everyone was out of earshot Erestor glanced over at Elrond, “You know this really isn’t fair to Lindir.”

The bottom of his stomach dropped.

Victorian sensibility

Elrond knew he shouldn’t stare - he shouldn’t be taking advantage of Lindir like this!

Lindir’s new outfit was something else, a perfect blue that hugged his small waist and fell short of covering his ...ankles.

Writing Prompt

Elves don’t get headaches- but Elrond is half man so...

The elves in Rivendell walking on eggshells whenever Elrond complains that his head hurts.

Lindir babying Elrond whenever he has a bad headache. Cutting his food, organizing his paperwork, making sure everyone keeps quite, playing soothing songs Ect.

Elrond secretly loves it.

Family Discussions

After watching the first hobbit movie

Me: Elrond has the patience of a saint

BFF : yeah but I somehow feel like Lindir has to put up with more bs

Me(internally): she understands

When Elrond and Lindir finally got together no one even thought about giving Lindir “the shovel talk”. Meanwhile Elrond can’t seem to catch a break!

Wherein minstrels, a hobbit and his own family decide to give Elrond “the talk” now if only any of them had communicated this to each other!

(Lindir has a surprising number of friends.)

Lindir (signing up for the Musican Guild and being a nervous mess): Can I bring a friend during tryouts?

Elf in charge: Of course! After all it looks like you need all the emotional support you can get!

Next Day -

Elf in charge: Lord Elrond are you here to evaluate the tryouts ?

Elrond (sitting in the front row): Oh no I’m just here for my friend.

Elf in charge (expecting someone really important): who?

Elrond: Lindir

Elf in charge: Wait What?!?!

Lindir (goes on stage)

Elrond: Your doing great sweetie!!!

With elves heightened ability never before had one fainted of stress or even fainted in general.

And then there’s Lindir.

(Important political meeting)

Thranduil: Of course the dwarves are late!

Lindir (flashbacks to the last time there were dwarves in Rivendell): dwarves?!??

Elrond: Lindir I was going to tell you but...

Lindir faints.

Thranduil: what the hell!!! Someone get a healer he’s dying!!!

Elrond (sighing): First off I AM A HEALER Second off he’s probably fine. This happens to Lindir quite a bit.

Thranduil: PROBABLY!!!!

Lindir, blackmailing his way into a position in Lindon so he can keep taking care of Elrond and Elros: And - and then... I saw the massacre at Sirion... i-it haunts my n-nightmares...

Lindir at Sirion:

A little lotr/hobbit with black reader/poc reader. Just a little bored writing, real short.

In Middle Earth your skin tone was always a rarity, or to others who couldn’t appreciate beauty, an oddity. You never minded the stares since it was something common to you, unless it was a stare of disdain or something that just irked you, then you would have something to say.

You lived among Lord Elrond in Rivendell since he never cared how you looked or what you were, he showed you kindness, care and respect, all the same he did for Aragorn. During your time in Rivendell during the events of The Hobbit you met the Dwarves which was an….interesting experience to say the least.

You had walked alongside Lindir to greet Lord Elrond and the hunting party that you assumed had returned when you heard footsteps. However Lindir walked a little ahead of you, when you reached alongside the sight you saw was unexpected. Gandalf the gray, Thorin Oakenshield and a company of thirteen dwarves and surprisingly a half-ling.

Should I continue?

Hello! I saw that you are taking requests, so may I request a Lindir x Reader where the reader is a fae (similar to Maleficent), and Lindir is just so impressed by their wings? The reader of course picks up on this and allows Lindir to have a closer look at them in private? If this doesn’t work I’m willing to change it if you like, but I’m glad that someone is writing for Lindir because he’s a precious baby that deserves the world!

First of all, that prompt is perfect and I will begin it asap 💕 If you have more details you want me to add, send them my way :]👍

And second, you're literally perfect for requesting that 😳😳

You had me wanting to rant when I saw Lindir-on god 😩😩 I! Love! That! Man! With! My! Whole! Soul!! And I will protect him with my life 😤🙏 I went on a binge of reading what little content there is on him not too long ago, so I feel ya girl 😔

If y'all have characters that no one writes for, don't be afraid to send requests in :) I love writing for the characters not a lot of people write for!

-T.