how the LotR elves would wake you
Haldir, Thranduil, Legolas and Lindir
He leaves very early for his morning patrol, but he always wakes you up when he returns.
He’s gentle with you but also firm. He'd stroke your hair back, press a kiss or two to your temple, and whisper in that low, commanding voice:
"It is time, meleth. The sun is already jealous it does not see you."
If you’re stubborn, still trying to steal a few more minutes of sleep. He’ll scoop you into his arms bridal style. The tips of his ears would flush the faintest shade of pink when you bury your face into his chest.
He'd be so regal and smug. He'd chuckle at your small sleeping form. His big hands would gently shake you, trying to wake you. He'd press a kiss to the crown of your head. If you still refuse to wake up, he'll walk over to the large windows in the bedchambers and pull them wide open. Letting the sun spill into the room. He'd stand dramatically and say,
"Rise, my queen. The world is waiting for you."
If you ignored him, he'd tug the blankets off of you. He'd go on muttering about how "hopelessly indulgent" mortals are. He'd sit on the bed and let you crawl into his lap regardless.
Oh, the sunshine prince. He'd be lying next to you, with your face snuggled into his bare chest. His fingers would be curled into your hair, stroking it with his long fingers.
"Meleth, I fear if you do not wake, the trees will grow restless. They miss you."
He'd pepper kisses along your jaw until you sleepily giggled. He'd grin against your skin. Whispering sweet words, maybe bribing you with honey cakes if you wake up.
He'd absolutely sing you awake. A soft, lilting melody by your bedside, fingers brushing over your cheek until you blink awake.
"Ah, there she is. The fairest star has returned."
If you refused to awake, the softest gasp would escape him. He'd probably sit on your side of the bed and just admire your face. He'd lean down and place the softest kiss to your brow and whisper something in sindarin.
