Ughhhh This Elrond Is 1000% Better Than Hugo Weaving’s In My Humble Opinion. LOOK AT THOSE EYES IN

The Sandman | a series of Morpheus moping (1.07)

FANFICTION

Morpheus x f!reader

Summary: It was supposed to be fun, just writing some fanfictions to forget her messy life and daily problems. Y/N had no idea that writing about Sandman's HQ would lead to her being the Dream Lord's new love interest.

☥ Dedicated to all the authors (especially my favs)

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO (coming soon)

CHAPTER THREE (ft. Slumberland) (coming soon)

CHAPTER FOUR (coming soon)

CHAPTER FIVE (coming soon)

CHAPTER SIX (coming soon)

CHAPTER SEVEN (coming soon)

CHAPTER EIGHT (coming soon)

CHAPTER NINE (coming soon)

FINALE (coming soon)

Elrond in Rings of Power — 1x2 "Adrift"

"It is hard to see what is right, when friendship and duty are mingled."

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: The Rings of Power

episode 4: The Great Wave

This man is so beautiful

Lloyd Owen as Elendil in The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

Morpehus x reader who makes really cheesy pickup lines and one day they say "I'm running out of pick up lines. So instead of picking you up, I'll pin you down", and Morpheus just stares at them in shock (and kinda wants them too)

(That wet cat looking mf is a switch, I don't care what anyone says)

Can I follow you? Because I was told to follow my dreams

WC: 1,9 k Ao3

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

Notes: flirting, puns and pick-up lines, some real spice at the end, open sexy ending.

Dear anon, this prompt was very fun to write! I enjoyed it, although i usually keep back from writing true spicy stuff. I hope you enjoy!

If you liked this story, i have written others.

You like your humor; it may be cheesy and make some people around you groan, but you enjoy it. Puns make your day and the dorkier the pick-up lines, the better. 

You firmly believe that people need to laugh, that everyone should have one smile or giggle at least per day. As a child, you loved to tell jokes to your friends, and even now, your friends appreciate you for always trying to lift the mood. 

This attitude is even reflected in your sleep. Your dreams are filled with laughter, with known and unknown faces making you laugh so much that when you wake up, you have a smile tugging at your lips. 

Unfortunately, today hasn’t given you much to laugh about, so you hope that your dream will be cheerier. You’re ready for some rest. You’re basically sleepwalking towards your bed and are gone as soon as your head hits the pillow. 

Happiness, jokes, and puns are part of your dreams, which is why the somber, dark-haired man dressed in black sticks out like a sore thumb. 

You’re standing on stage, and while our audience is laughing and groaning, he only observes you, standing offside under a tree. 

You hop down and decide to approach him. As you get closer, you realize how good-looking he is, except for the frown on his face. 

“Why don’t we turn that frown upside down?” you start, giving him your most charming smile. For an instant, his left brow twitches, but other than that, he may as well be a statue. Tough audience. 

“Your dreams are always filled with happiness and laughter,” the man states, his voice a deep, soothing baritone, and you want to hear more. Who is he?

“That’s me, I love puns and jokes,” you reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious. You want to know more about this mysterious man. Is he a figment of your imagination? If so, then your brain is truly going places. 

“If I may, I would like to return,” he says, and as he peers at you, you realize that he’s asking you. 

“Sure, the more the merrier,” you reply, a little too hasty, gesturing with your hands at the audience. You somehow lost all your game. Great. 

The mysterious man only nods, and you feel as if this conversation is about to be over, but you don’t want it to. 

“What’s your name?” you ask, before mentally face-palming. This is your dream, your subconsciousness working while you’re asleep. Your brain will use some name you knew, heard, or read about. 

“You may call me Morpheus.” 

When you wake up you smile, and not only because of the jokes. 

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True to his word, Morpheus visited your next dream, and the ones after. At first it confused you, until he had become a fixture in your dreams. He wasn’t chatty, but something about him made hope for his return and truly enjoy his silent company.

You started to question your sanity when Morpheus suddenly appeared in the waking world, sitting on a bench in your favorite park, seemingly awaiting you. 

After asking you if you would like to know him better, he explained to you that he was Morpheus, King of Dreams and ruler of Nightmares, Dream of the Endless. 

“These are a lot of fancy titles,” you deadpanned, your mind going blank for a moment. 

An immortal being with many titles would be hard to woo, but you have a plan. 

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Morpheus is giving you the tour of the Dreaming, starting with the heart of his palace, the library. Rows upon rows of bookshelves, filled with every story, imagined or written down, are waiting for you. You listen to Morpheus’ explanations with genuine wonder. 

Lucienne, the prim librarian in a fancy suit, is giving you a polite smile as you pull out a book at random. It is your favorite book from your childhood, and you press it against your heart. 

As Lucienne sees that you’re immersing yourself in the books, she walks away, leaving you and Morpheus alone. You let your fingertips glide over the books as you walk through this aisle. 

The King of Dreams is watching you, as he always does. Time to repay the favor. Blue eyes seem to study every movement, and his hair is perfectly messy. His black clothing only highlights his pale, smooth skin. He really is dreamy. 

“It’s a good thing that I have my library card, because I am totally checking you out.” You can’t help yourself, and this pick-up line really fits the setting. Fluttering your eyelashes at Morpheus, your heart thundering inside your chest, you hope to get a reaction. 

“You can do better,” Morpheus simply replies, and you let out an indignant gasp, while embarrassment warms your cheeks. Fine. Challenge accepted. 

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In your next dream, you wait close to the place called Fiddler’s Green. A lush meadow is the perfect spot for a date. 

Your fingers tighten against the basket you’re holding, filled with your favorite food and drinks. You’ve never wondered if Morpheus requires food or drink until now. 

Speaking of the devil, Morpheus approaches, seemingly in a good mood, his expression almost content. You hope that everything is fine in the Dreaming. 

As he almost reaches you, you pull out the history book you used during high school and open it. Morpheus stands next to you, looking over your shoulder, his breath almost tickling your skin. 

“I’m studying to become a historian. I’m especially interested in finding a date.” You try to keep your facial expressions under control, but he’s standing awfully close. 

You chicken out and side-step, pointing at the meadow and the basket. This is a supreme pick-up line and a nice setting. You’ve put some effort. 

“You should continue to study the art of courtship,” Morpheus says, his lips curling into a small smile, and you sigh. 

Damnit. 

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While you’ve spent your dream as a mermaid, swimming through the sea, exploring kelp forests and coral reefs, Morpheus seemed to be busy, not appearing next to you. 

You know that Dream of the Endless has tremendous duties, and you wouldn’t even dare to demand his constant attention. You’re really happy if he’s here and fine if he’s not. 

Reluctantly, you get ready to leave the ocean, your fingers trailing one last time over your smooth fishtail. You really need to repeat this. 

You dream yourself to the palace and find Morpheus sitting on his throne, seemingly absorbed in thought. 

Looking up, you see light shining through the wonderful mosaic of the windows, bathing Morpheus in manifold hues. It is a powerful image, and you almost want to kneel.

Morpheus acknowledges your presence with a small incline of his head, and you go all in and curtsy. He gives you a wry look. 

“Do you know what the little mermaid and I have in common? We both want to be part of your world.” This one is trickier, since it depends on Morpheus knowing about the movie and the story, but your dream has inspired you. You’re one moment away from breaking into song. 

“You’re always welcome in this realm,” Morpheus says, his voice particularly soft, and your heart skips a beat. This feels like a victory. Almost. 

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This dream, wind whips at your hair, and you focus on having fun, going for the “I am not interested in wooing you,” route, hoping that Morpheus seeks you out. Either way, you’re enjoying the dream. 

You’re jumping on a giant trampoline, but gravity is distorted, making you jump higher and fall slower than in real life. You whoop and giggle with every jump, almost missing the moment Morpheus decides to show up. 

You continue to jump, leaving him to his beloved brooding and observing as he stands close to the trampoline.

Once you’re ready, you jump off the trampoline, more or less gracefully landing in front of Morpheus. You could have sworn that there was a glint of anticipation in his endless blue eyes. 

“Even in zero gravity, I would still fall for you.” This time you hold his gaze, your voice lacking the usual edge of humor as you wait for his reaction. 

“If you were to fall, I would catch you,” Morpheus replies, his low voice making goosebumps explode all over your skin. This is progress! 

He reaches for your hand, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, and butterflies flutter through your stomach. 

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You’re needy and frustrated. Despite your efforts and your best pick-up lines, Morpheus and you are still dancing around each other. 

Time to change tactics. You truly hope that you will succeed, and that Morpheus will respond favorably, or else you must stop dreaming or will even be hunted by nightmares.

You’re lying on a bed, reading a book you’ve borrowed from the library. After Morpheus stated that you were always welcome in his realm, you noticed a chamber appearing close to the throne room, and you are now the proud owner of your room. 

You can’t really focus on the story, waiting for the telltale footsteps of the King of Dreams. 

Finally, the door is opened, and Morpheus enters. As far as immortals go, he seems a little exhausted, dragging a hand through his disheveled hair. Listening to the reports of dreams and nightmare must take its toll even on him. 

You stand up from the bed just as Morpheus stands still in front of it. You give yourself one last mental push as you position yourself in front of Morpheus, his back turned towards your bed. 

He’s giving you a curious look, his brows furrowed, surely expecting another pick-up line. Not today.

"I'm running out of pick-up lines. So instead of picking you up, I'll pin you down," you declare bravely, putting your hands on Morpheus’ shoulders and shoulders and pushing. Allowing gravity to work with you, you and Morpheus fall on the bed, with you remaining on top of him. 

Quickly finding the right position, you sit on top of his stomach, your legs straddling him and your hands pining down your wrists. 

Morpheus hasn’t reacted so far, and your heart feels like a hummingbird. 

“Now what, little jester? I am at your mercy,” Morpheus almost purrs, his gaze burning you, and despite declaring that he’s at your mercy, he’s anything but. He may have let you take the reins, but he’s still in control. 

“I think you need medical attention. You’re too hot,” you tease, remaining true to yourself, and Morpheus chuckles, a delicious sound that makes you want to melt against him. 

You lift one hand from his wrist and gently trace the hem of his t-shirt, before pushing further and letting your hand slip under the fabric, exploring the planes of his chest. 

Morpheus lets out a groan, and you feel heat pool inside your belly. Your brain decides to take over the wheel, reminding yourself that you’re currently seducing the immortal King of Dreams. 

You feel his eyes roam over you, and you let out a small exhale as your hand returns from its journey. You’re burning up with joy and anticipation. 

“Oh mighty King of Dreams, are you undressing me with your eyes?” you ask cheekily, and the dark look in Morpheus’ eyes is your only warning. 

You let out a yelp as Morpheus twists his hips, throwing yourself off him so you lie on the bed. Quickly taking a similar position, he’s also straddling you, his forearms bracketed close to your face as he slowly lowers his upper body towards you. 

“I may not be a nightmare, but I will make you scream.” 

I have no words.

Elrond can’t take Durin anywhere xD

I wish I was a Jane Austen character so that instead of going insane, i could've gone to London with my aunt and uncle when things got rough.

Look at this tall glass of water...

Bad boy Elrond confirmed👌✨