(Requested by anon on Tumblr: Hi!! May I resquest a oneshot, or headcanon, where glorfindel and reader are sleeping together (she is sleeping on top of him) when she flops down on the floor?
Author's Notes: Hi anon! I did consider making this a headcanon but I felt like I wouldn't be able to write it properly and I'm still trying to be decent at headcanons qjdwmfkwjdj but anyway I hope you like this! This is what I got from your request. Also I included way more information than I should have, goodness I read the whole Fall of Gondolin part in the Silmarillion. Please correct me if I got info wrong. And the Sindarin word for ouch also meant honeycomb and I don't know why, someone tell me why
Enjoy!
Warnings: none)
A vast chamber in the far end of a corridor could be found in the west wing of the house in Imladris. It was one of the biggest chambers in the house, next to the rooms owned by the Lord and Lady of Rivendell and their children. The view outside the windows in that room had a lovely view of the valley and was quite near to the waterfalls, giving off a serene atmosphere that was suitable for a place to retire to from a busy day.
The room was furnished with chairs and desks and cabinets that had been carved with the most intricate of designs. Flowers of different colors brightened up the place. Random items like a sword hung up on a wall, papers strewn across a desk, books left open and on untidy stacks, and clothes thrown over the arms of the chairs added character to the chamber.
It was perfect and one would wish to stay there or know more about the people who occupied it.
But there was something that completely irked you.
And that was the rather small bed in the room.
You sighed, arms crossed across your chest as you gazed at it while you stood at the foot of the bed. Your husband tilted his head, trying to decipher what was bothering you.
"My love, are you alright?" he asked, sitting up. He had already lied down and was waiting to finally cuddle with you after a long day. "You seem troubled."
"We need a bigger bed, Glorfindel," you answered, sitting down beside him and melting in his arms.
He drew you closer to him as you both lied down. And soon enough you were both in your usual position when going to sleep—you on top of him with your head resting on his chest and with his arms around your waist. Glorfindel loved feeling your weight on top of him. It felt like a blanket, warm and comforting. And you loved it too, because Glorfindel would hold on to you tightly and you felt safe in his arms.
You both started sleeping like this when Glorfindel was given the chance to come back to Middle Earth.
You were there, trying to run to safety when Gondolin was attacked. You knew it would do no good to Glorfindel if he had to think of you constantly while he fought to keep the people safe. But you couldn't help but continuously look back at him and make sure he was alright.
But as you made your way through and out of the secret passage that Idril had made and through the treacherous pass, orcs ambushed you and with them was a Balrog. Great terror filled your hearts but your beloved chose to fight. Before your very eyes he fell with the Balrog and before your very eyes he was retrieved from the abyss by Thorondor and buried beside the pass under a mound of stone.
You nearly lost all will to live, especially when, after years had passed, the last and cruellest of kinslaying happened, only narrowly escaping death. When Gil-galad came, you and the few numbers who survived went with him to Balar. For hundreds of years you stayed in Middle Earth, refusing to sail like the others did. When Elrond went with Gil-galad, you took it upon yourself to look after him and help him in any way you can. You considered Idril and her son Eärendil as family and that love for them extended to Elrond and Elros.
But you were still hurting from the death of your lover and the kinslaying and those years were spent trying to keep your heart from breaking. But that was put to an end when an ellon came to aid Gil-galad and Elrond.
He was glowing and his golden hair shimmered under the light of the sun. The ellon was the definition of ethereality and everyone was in awe.
A few knew of this ellon personally and most have heard of his heroic deeds.
But it was different for you. Because you knew that face and knew that smile and knew him like the back of your hand. You've spent days and years talking to him about your future together and spent mornings waking up in each other's arms and spent evenings going to sleep in each other's arms. You knew this man and you thought you'd never see him again until you sail.
And so when you ran to him and he gathered you in his arms, it was quite difficult to separate you. When Glorfindel heard your story and what happened to you while he was gone, his heart ached from the horrors you've seen and he wanted to protect you and keep you safe.
Glorfindel loved this sleeping position because your weight assured him that you were indeed in his arms and if anything tried to hurt you, he could easily shield you from it. And you loved it too, because if ever he moved you'd be assured that he was indeed with you and you weren't spending another night alone like how you did for years.
"But this bed is perfect," Glorfindel whined, nuzzling his nose against the top of your head. "I get to hold you like this."
"You can still hold me like this even if we had a bigger bed, darling," you mumbled. "I might fall off."
"Well you underestimate me, my love! The ellon holding you has fought many wars and has held a sword to swing at enemies for a long time. My arms are strong and I will hold you tightly. Rest assured that you will not fall of this bed."
Even with this speech of him, you didn't believe him. Oh, yes you do believe that he is strong—this ellon killed a Balrog! And yes his arms are strong, evident by his quite muscular biceps (which you admittedly stare at for quite some time whenever you were given the chance to see them).
But Glorfindel, sweet Glorfindel, is completely knocked out when he goes to sleep after a very tiring day.
And by this his whole body is relaxed and he tends to move around a lot and he becomes a very heavy sleeper.
Glorfindel immediately fell asleep after you gave him his goodnight kiss. You were beginning to drift off and you swear you were already sleeping for five minutes when suddenly your husband turned to his side. His arms, already slack the moment he fell asleep, slipped off your waist.
And because Glorfindel was quite near to the edge, you fell off the bed.
"Nîdh (ouch)!" you hissed. Your nose hit the floor and it was throbbing a bit. Holding your nose gingerly, you glared at your husband.
He was indeed a heavy sleeper when tired but Glorfindel was aware of the absence of your weight on him. So he groggily opened his eyes and when he found that you were not on the bed with him, Glordindel sat up in alarm.
It was with great relief and curiosity when Glorfindel asked, "What are you doing there on the floor, darling?"
You stood up, grabbed a pillow, and smacked him with it. Even with Glorfindel's attempts to shield himself from your attacks, you found a way to hit him and his back and head.
"What—What on earth are you doing?" he exclaimed, trying to get away. "Stop this, (Y/N)!"
"Many wars, you say?" You hit his head. "Held a sword and swung it on countless enemies, you say?" You hit his back. "Strong arms, you say?" You hit his arms. "Not fall off, you say?"
Glorfindel put two and two together and now he looked at you with guilt and with a pleading look in his eyes. "Forgive me, my love!" he said. "I did not mean to let you fall of the bed. You know it is never my intention."
To his relief, you stopped hitting him with the pillow. But to his horror, you walked away from him and towards the door to the other room where a love seat was placed. It was big enough for you to sleep in and it was definitely better than falling on the floor until you break your nose!
"You will not see me in that bed until you get a bigger one, Glorfindel, Balrog-slayer!"
(It is to be noted that Glorfindel spent the night begging you to come back to bed with him. And when you refused, even with your protests, he spent the night sleeping on the floor beside the love seat.
It is also to be noted that the next morning Glorfindel ran in a panicked state around Imladris, even going as far as grabbing Elrond by the shoulders and shaking the poor Lord's figure, looking for a bigger bed that would suit your taste.
He found one in less than an hour.
And he refused to let you go when you cuddled with him that evening.)
Malakas
—(Filipino; Philippines)
Meaning: strong