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Patience is a virtue

This is a celebration of my wonderful crack anon! (I love you, buddy)!

As I cannot thank them enough for their amazing Incorrect quotes, I have decided to combine two of them. (This one and this one) into a mini-ficlet!

Special thanks to @eunoiaastralwings and @sorisooyaa for enabling me and always having my back...💖💖💖

WORDS: 2k

WARNINGS: Dyslexic character, slight anger, potential innuendo

CHARACTERS: Celegorm, Caranthir x Reader

“Come on, Tyelko, you can do it,” you encouraged your friend gently.

“It all looks the same to me,” he groaned, sweeping the book he had been focusing on off the table in a desperately impatient gesture that he regretted almost instantly.

As he walked across the room to pick it up again, setting it down carefully on the table as if to apologise for his outburst, you struggled to keep your overflowing sympathy – that he’d misunderstand as pity – off your face.

Despite his rough exterior and his flighty nature, Celegorm was a good friend and hence, you had been tutoring him – in absolute secret – for a few weeks now; shame and petulant stubbornness had wrought a cage around his generous heart, and you were decided to free him from that burden that tortured him so.

Being the son of a man who had come up with his own writing and the brother of some of the most creative Noldor in existence, he felt that it was impossible to confess that he still struggled with basic reading comprehension.

Given ample time and a space where he felt safe, he could decipher the irregular handwriting of different authors – even though it took immense efforts that left his head spinning and his mood sour – but, if pressed or surprisingly confronted – he often flew into a rage and outright refused to so much as look at the document.

“They all think I’m an odd idiot anyway,” he had grunted during one of his frequent breakdowns; periodically, he would grow tired of doing his best without seeing the immediate results, an intemperate creature such as he was needed to keep going.

Ever the hunter, Tyelko was reliant on stalking and following his prey, but skills such as reading were notoriously elusive.

“It’s getting better,” you promised earnestly, “you’re doing so well.”

With a frustrated grunt, he closed the book – its pages glaring at him accusingly with their blurring, squiggly characters – and hunched over on his chair, leaning heavily on his forearms and all but hiding his handsome face, as the exhaustion from fighting an invisible, untouchable enemy washed over him.

“I’ve wasted your whole day,” he moaned as he realised how late it had become, “and for what? I should just give up…or swallow my pride and ask my father or Curvo for help.”

Putting your hand on his shoulder cautiously, you just waited; his younger brother was one of the very reasons why you had started helping Tyelko. He was unwilling to rely on Curufin all his life; as the older one, he wanted to be a haven of safety and solace to his younger siblings, not a burden.

“I think it would do you a world of good to talk it over with him,” you agreed slowly, “but not until you’re ready. He won’t think less of you.”

“Are you sure? Nelyo and Káno would be so disappointed in me, and I guess Moryo would just laugh at me,” he muttered dejectedly.

At the mention of Caranthir, you flinched a little; it was true that he was impatient, imperious, and – at times – unkind, but you knew that he cared deeply for his brother and you doubted that he’d ever be able to mock Tyelko’s misery.

You might have been wrong though, especially because you were – undeniably and irrevocably – in love with that ill-tempered but utterly sweet wallflower.

“Is Moryo home?” you asked casually.

“Where else would he be? Outside? In the sun? Where people are? Besides, it’s really late, my friend, and I guess the others are all in bed already.”

He pondered for a moment and then said: “I would be a terribly ungrateful friend if I let you leave a house made up of mostly unmarried males in the middle of the night; allow me to fix the guest room for you. Be my guest. Our guest. You might even get to see our red-faced poison-monkey in the morning. I’m sure he’d like that very much!”

“Tyelko!” you cried, swatting his arm playfully and breathing a sigh of relief when his usual, wicked smile returned to grace his sharp, angular face.

You were so relieved to see him return to his usual cheerful carelessness, you didn’t even bother to point out that spending the night in that house, chock-full with young men, would be even more disreputable than to simply slink out under the cover of darkness.

“Don’t hit me,” he laughed, “he’s a pest. You, my dear, are too good for this world and for this house, teaching the family idiot and admiring the family beast.”

“You are not an idiot,” you protested, pulling his hair in an act of childish annoyance, “and Moryo is not a beast.”

Being serious once more, you cupped his face in your hands and pressed a kiss onto his fair brow.

“You know, friend, ‘different’ does not equate ‘bad’,” you said fervently, “and because you’re all brilliant and gorgeous in different ways, you never consider – in your obsessive need for comparison between yourselves – that you’re invariably better at everything than anybody else.”

Celegorm made an unconvinced sound and led you down the corridor, only to freeze and roll his eyes when loud laughter resounded – muffled by the door and probably a pillow – from one of the rooms further down.

“Behold,” Tyelko hissed, “Nelyo, the donkey-tamer. It’s one of the Kános and – seeing that the hour is late and the house is dormant – I venture to claim that it’s Findekáno who snuck in through Nelyo’s bedroom window.”

“Neither your brother nor your cousin deserves to be compared to a donkey,” you reprimanded him patiently, “and you just gave me an idea.”

It was true that there were some humorous, satirical, disparaging pamphlets out there that – more often than not – liked to take a dig at the Fëanorian brood.

“I think I know just the thing to make you enjoy reading more,” you grinned.

“Porn?” he asked hopefully.

“Satire,” you replied sharply, giving the back of his head another affectionate slap.

“About my brothers?” His eyes flashed with interest now.

“Wait and see,” you smiled mysteriously, “you better reread the pages we looked at today, remember the small tricks I’ve shown you, and try to apply this to the next few pages.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” he hooted under his breath and shoved you into a dusty room that had once been a playroom and was now used as a cemetery for discarded and unloved garments, or at least, that was what it looked like.

“Good night,” Tyelko whispered, cocked his head, grinned, and then sauntered away whistling.

You had just settled on the old mattress that smelled like the boys you had known all your life when your phone pinged.

♥Dogboy♥

- Moryo is not only home. Hes awak. I know bcause I threw dirty socks @ him.

- Why? -.-

- Because! Shoot him a msg!

You shook your head and turned around – decided not to give in to the temptation of reaching out to the object of all your secret desires – with a stubborn set to your jaw that would have put even Tyelko himself to shame.

You managed exactly 10 minutes of tossing and turning before groaning and fishing out your phone from under a pile of mismatched shorts once more.

☻His Dark Majesty☻

- Hey!

With an exasperated moan, you threw your phone across the mattress and buried your face in an old shirt that still held a distinct aroma of grass and mud.

And then…your phone chimed.

☻His Dark Majesty☻

- Hey?

- I can’t sleep… ☹

- I can. Good night!

So much for that, you thought, cursing Tyelko for putting you up to this, but – just as you were about to cry out of sheer humiliation – you heard the unmistakable creaking of a door being opened.

Curious, you stuck your head out of your own sanctuary and glimpsed the pale ray of light falling onto the well-worn floor of the hallway like the beacon of a lighthouse.

Pondering whether this was an invitation or just a coincidence, you paced around the graveyard of a forgotten childhood for another few minutes before creeping down the landing to the open door.

A bedside lamp was on and – in its weak light – you could see Moryo, propped up against the headrest, reading a book settled on his lap.

From your vantage point at the door, you could see the light and shadow play on his enchanting face as he moved his lips soundlessly around the words his slender index flew slid along fluidly.

Everything about him looked so soft and inviting in this moment and the intimacy of the moment - getting to see him in a washed-out shirt, already comfortably tucked under the covers - made your skin prickle with earnest longing and a dash of raw desire.

“Tyelko should not keep you here so long,” he mumbled without looking up, “you have to be careful; otherwise, he’ll take more than you’re willing to give. He’s greedy like that.”

One of his hands fell on the mattress and patted it thrice in sharp, slightly awkward motions, but his gaze - immobile now - did not turn to you even though he had clearly stopped perusing his tome.

“Awwww, you worry about me?” you teased, climbing onto his bed and shuffling closer to his welcome warmth; he made a face – rolling his eyes at you – but also lifted his arm to let you snuggle into his embrace almost instantly.

Heat was creeping into his cheeks now as if that single look he had allowed himself to throw at you had been too much to bear with solemn dignity. It was true that you had discarded your sweater and your heavy pants to go to bed, but this was far from the first time that Moryo had seen you in your underwear.

Maybe, you thought, he also felt how different it was to be alone in a room, at night, without a chaperone or friend in sight. The silence of the house was both titillating and somehow threatening, and you found that your hands trembled a little as you clasped them coyly against your own stomach.

“Of course, I do, you little fool,” he huffed and very purposefully returned his attention to the book on his lap while you lay – motionless so as to not startle him into pushing you away – enveloped in the fragrant warmth of his sturdy body.

“Do you want me to read aloud to you?” he asked after a moment, turning his gaze upon you once more questioningly while you were playing with a stray thread of the worn shirt – the once vibrant black faded into a murky grey – absent-mindedly.

“Hmmm,” you hummed, already sleepy, and tried to put the awareness of how incongruous and indecent your presence here – in his house, in his bed, in his arms – truly was out of your conscious mind lest it make you do something reckless and unforgivable.

His voice was soft and low as he started reading what sounded suspiciously like a treatise on economics; at some point, he even tightened his hold on you as you started falling asleep, burrowing deeper into the warm space between his body and his bedding.

Comfort and solace flowed like golden starlight through your veins and set your blurry mind at ease; you could have stayed like this forever, his body against yours and his voice in your ear.

“Good night, darling,” he then whispered – barely audible – and pressed a kiss onto your relaxed brow, “you should not have to do this alone. I shall read to Tyelko too, I swear.”

“You know?” you mumbled hazily, too tired to even pretend to be shocked as you knew him to be perspicacious and shrewd to a fault.

“He’s my brother,” he laughed melodiously, “of course, I know. Now, sleep. And from tomorrow on, we'll all encourage our most savage sibling the way we know best.”

“Please don’t,” you protested weakly, your hand scrabbling across his body so you could cling to him as the world fell into drowsy waves of cotton wool, “you’d only anger him.”

Again, he chuckled softly and set aside his book with a tremulous sigh.In the following silence, torn between fatigue and excitement, you couldn’t help but feel as if he was explicitly waiting for you to say something. Unfortunately, you had no idea what.

I hope you find this, dear crack nonnie, and I hope you like it.

The end is consciously a bit...open, because...one never knows 😁

Lots of love from me <3

#fanfiction #writing #homage to crack anon #IDNMT writes #Celegorm #Caranthir #Caranthir x reader #hurt comfort #dyslexic character #everyone is valid #Modern!AU #messages and economics #a bit of non-serious fluff #Love you

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