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[valinorianyears]

Laurefindele|Glorfindel as a kid with his dad Ingil in the gardens of Taniquetils vanyarin city

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[cilil]

dark romance prompt request - attention ~ Telimektar X Ingil

AN: Thanks for your message! This pairing gave me a lot to think about and some worldbuilding ideas which I always appreciate ^^

dark romance prompts

♡ prompt: attention | Telimektar x Ingil ♡ synopsis: Ingil wants attention, and Telimektar wants Ingil. A plan is hatched... ♡ warnings: bathing together, innuendo, naked touching ♡ short oneshot (~750 words)

Quick side note: For those who don't know, both Telimektar and Ingil are from Lost Tales and I decided to transplant them into Silmarillion canon. Since the Valarindi no longer exist, Telimektar is now a Maia of Tulkas and Ingil is one of Ingwë's kids (but not the same person as Ingwion because I wasn't entirely sure if it was intended that way and also preferred the idea of having them be brothers).

It was hard to stand out among the children of High King Ingwë, even as a prince. 

Ingil toyed with the ornate golden clasp holding his robes together. For years now he had watched those around him be admired and beloved even by the Ainur – his father being Lord Manwë's favourite, his older brother Ingwion training together with Eönwë and Prince Arafinwë, Lord Tulkas spending time with Prince Maitimo. It had awakened a strange craving for attention within him, and if he was lucky, his wish was finally going to come true. 

Telimektar, a Maia of Tulkas, had been eyeing him every time he came to the mansion of the Vala for his own training, and Ingil had begun to take great pleasure in it. Arriving in deliberately provocative outfits – short and thin robes with barely anything underneath – he had made a show out of wrestling with others in underwear and washing himself afterwards. Each and every covetous glance had excited him, yet none as much as the Maia's. 

He wanted to be seen. He wanted to be admired. He wanted to be wanted. 

And he had soon hatched a plan to tempt Telimektar. 

It was late for the day, and the others had already finished training. Ingil was the only one left in the courtyard, as had been his intention, and sauntered over to the baths Tulkas let his guests use once he was certain that he would be alone inside. 

He left the door open; just a small gap, but still an undeniable invitation. 

The skin of his neck tingled when he walked towards the nearest pool. It was the primal, unmistakable sensation of being watched, and Ingil loved it. His fingers trembled with giddy delight when he unclasped his robes and let them fall to the floor, a pool of white fabric around his feet; his shorts soon met the same fate. 

Ingil didn't have to wait long. Before he could even dip his toes into the water, he felt something large, strong and undeniably solid appear directly behind him and a pair of arms wrapped around his naked waist. He leaned against the welcome intruder and looked up to see none other than Telimektar. His bronze skin was flushed and sweaty, strands of white hair clung to his forehead and his amber eyes were dark with lust. 

"My prince..." 

Emboldened, Ingil pressed his backside against his crotch. 

"You wish to speak to me alone?" he asked with feigned innocence. 

"I... in a way, yes..." 

They were both impatient, Ingil could sense it, yet Telimektar, much like his master, was a being of honour who would not take advantage of a fellow warrior. Deciding to test his resolve, he slipped out of the Maia's embrace after his little stunt, stepped closer to the pool and bent over to pick up a bar of soap. 

"Well met then, my friend. I was just about to bathe after today's training – oh, I must be so filthy – so why don't you join me?" 

Ingil glanced over his shoulder with a playful, impish grin. 

Telimektar had to swallow hard. Maia or not, his form was betraying him. 

"I would love to." 

"Wonderful." Soap in hand, Ingil entered the pool and turned to face him. 

It was all the encouragement Telimektar needed, swiftly freeing himself from his own clothing and following suit. His cock was already hardening, yet his royal companion pretended not to see it. 

Ingil was going to make the most out of this. 

"I feel so sore," he lamented, "Could you help me?" 

"You want me to..." 

In lieu of an answer, he held out the soap for him to take. "Yes, please." 

His smile was radiant, practised over years at his father's court. 

With a drawn out, pleased sigh, Ingil let himself be taken into the Maia's arms once more and enjoyed the sensation of large, strong hands exploring and caressing his entire body while carefully lathering him with soap. He was being handled like a precious gem, a thought that awakened his own arousal, and he felt a blinding sense of triumph and satisfaction. Finally he too received the favour of one of the Ainur and was treated with respect to boot; he was no plaything, no lesser being vying for attention, but a prince receiving the treatment appropriate for his station. 

The prospect of bedding Telimektar was tempting – and he certainly deserved at least a kiss for showering him with the attention he so craved. But that was a matter for a different time. For now, Ingil merely leaned back and enjoyed himself. 

Thanks for reading!

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

An Exalted One's Offer

Day 7: Freeform

For: @feast-of-horns

Rating: M

Pairing: Telimektar/Ingil  

Themes: NSFW / NSFT

Warnings: Some sensuality

Wordcount: 1.7K words

Summary: Prince Ingil captures Telimektar’s attention, and is invited to join him on the dais.

Minors DNI | 18+

A/n: In the Book of Lost Tales, Telimektar is Tulkas’ and Nessa’s son. For this fic, I left him as a Maia who served Tulkas.

This is the last submission for Feast of Horns. Thank you all for reading!

This is also available on AO3

Sometimes, not always, but sometimes, Ingil was too bold for one of the Inwir. He was a prince first and foremost, the second-born son of King Inwë. Others in his family, his father most of all, expected him to conduct himself with a sense of piety and propriety. And yet, such expectations often chafed at him. He yearned to free himself from the shackles of virtue and duty, and for a few glorious hours, he could finally do so.

His lord father did not care for the Feast of Horns, and neither did most of the other Inwir. Ingil considered it most peculiar, for the Elder King and the Queen of Stars—the Inwir’s greatest benefactors—often partook in the feast and indulged themselves without shame.

No matter, he told himself. I am here, and I am free to indulge myself however I wish.

Indulgence began with the food. Attendants garbed in flowers, supple leather, and the finest silks came to his seat, offering platters of roasted venison and grouse and fish. Others came to him carrying large trays heavy with haunches of wild boar cooked in honey and herbs. The meat was incredibly tender. His blade carved through it like it was nothing more than softened butter. There were fruits and cheese, pies, and tarts filled with sweetened cream. Ale and mead and wine flowed freely for anyone who had a thirst for them. In his father’s palace, guests and family were served only wine, and there was a sense of conscientious restraint when it came to meals and merrymaking. Here, he could eat and drink and laugh as much as he desired.

It is as glorious as the singers say, he thought in wonder. Mummers and fire dancers drew gasps and applause from revelers whenever they performed, and minstrels moved from table to table, singing and strumming their harps. Fires burned brightly atop thick wooden torches, their light contending with the light of the stars. Ingil found his mood growing lighter and lighter with each passing moment. Perhaps it was due to all of the ale and mead he drank; perhaps it was due to the occasion itself. It did not matter. He found great delight in everything, and then he turned his attention to the raised dais at the far end of the feasting hall.

They are here, he told himself. They are all here.

The Exalted Ones and the spirits who served them were seated with Manwë and Varda occupying the places of high honor. Attendants hovered around them and tended to their every need, and the elves they favored the most had joined them at their table. Nelyafinwë was basking in Tulkas’ affections, and Celegorm had his place by Oromë’s right, as always. Írissë laughed at something Vána said, and Meássë had two elven lords seated on either side of her, regaling her with their tales. Ingil regarded them all with a flash of envy.

Will I ever be as fortunate as they are? The honor of dining with one of the Exalted Ones during the feast was a rare thing, and the Exalted Ones themselves chose their elven companions with a great deal of care. He did not expect any of them to ask him to join them at their table. It was his first feast, after all. He would have to wait.

Still, Ingil took his time to admire them. Tulkas wore robes of white and gold. Vána's robes were golden flowers that fell from shoulder to knee. Oromë and his hunters had garbed themselves in the finest leather and the softest of furs. Telimektar glittered in dark velvet slashed with cloth of silver. Tulkas’ Maia ate and drank with the others, his booming laughter rising above the roars of the cooking fires and the clangor of goblets and dishes.

He is as regal and magnificent as the rest of them, Ingil thought while he observed the Maia from afar. Telimektar ceased his laughter and turned to face him, as if he had heard his thoughts. The prince flushed and returned his attention to his meal, his cheeks aflame. Moments passed, and then, when he dared to look again, he found Telimektar studying him keenly. Then the great warrior called an attendant to him and whispered something in her ear. She bowed and left the dais not long after. Alarm rose and spread just beneath Ingil’s skin. The attendant was walking toward him.

“My lord Ingil,” she said when she reached him. The others stopped eating and talking and listened with rapt attention. “Lord Telimektar sent me to ask you to dine with him. Pray what is your answer?”

“I—yes. I will be honored to dine with him,” Ingil returned, rising. He paid no heed to the others and their stares, their hushed whispers. Some were no doubt wondering why he was given such an honor, but not any of them. Their opinions would have made little difference even if they had spoken aloud. Telimektar invited him and not the others, and he did not know if he was to be flattered or terrified.

“Why does your lord ask me to join him?” He asked, “and not the others?”

“I do not know,” the attendant said. She stopped and smiled when she sensed his apprehension. “Do not give your heart over to fear, Prince Ingil. Lord Telimektar is a kindly lord. He would not have asked you to join him if he had no desire for your company.”

Ingil nodded, and he allowed her to lead him the rest of the way.

“Come!” Telimektar called out softly. Another attendant was arranging a seat for him by the Maia. “Come and join me, my lord!”

Ingil bowed as deeply as he could manage before making himself comfortable by Telimaktar’s side. “So this is Inwë’s second son,” Nessa observed after the attendant announced his name and ties to the others. “How do you find the festivities, my prince?”

“Words fail me, my lady,” Ingil remarked bashfully. His eyes grew as wide as supper bowls when a dozen attendants came to them bearing a golden brown pie large enough for everyone at the feast. They placed it in the center of the table, and all who had gathered praised it and applauded those who had prepared it. Then the Elder King rose and called for a sword. His herald, Eönwë, offered his. Fragrant steam poured out of the crust when Manwë brought an elegant silver blade down on it in a glittering arc, and the great hall filled with the mouthwatering scents of sweet herbs and berries. “I confess, I have never seen anything that could compare to what I have just witnessed. And this feast is just the beginning of it all!”

“You wear a hunter’s crown.” Telimektar poured a measure of ale for him. He dragged his seat closer to the elven prince. “Tell me, Prince Ingil. Have you considered who you would seek during the chase?”

Ingil reddened when the drinking horn was pressed into his hand. “I do not know,” he admitted meekly. He sighed after the first sip. The ale was uncommonly light and far superior to anything he had tasted thus far. “There are so many lords and ladies here, and each one is as worthy as the next. How does one even choose?”

“Perhaps one of those present would offer themselves to you, if you would agree to it, that is,” said the Maia.

“Perhaps.” Ingil paused when an attendant placed a generous slice of pie before him. Then he turned to face the lord who had invited him to the dais. “But who would offer themselves to me as my prey, my lord?”

“That will not happen, Prince Ingil. It is not you who will seek another. Someone will seek you out instead.”

“Someone will seek me out instead,” Ingil repeated. Understanding dawned upon him. He would not be the hunter during the chase. He would be one of the hunted instead. “Who intends to seek me, my lord?”

“You must learn your seeker’s identity, my prince.” Telimektar leaned in and murmured just loud enough for him to hear. “Can you do this?”

His long, sculpted fingers brushed over Ingil's own. They slowly drifted to the elf's wrist and moved over his skin in lazy circles before gliding up his arm. The prince dared to look at Telimektar. The Maia smiled at him, almost as if in invitation, and a flash of heat spread around his throat. 

Is it him? Does Lord Telimektar wish to seek me out? Ingil felt dizzy. One moment, he could not even decide whom he should seek during the chase. The next moment, a great warrior—a Maia of Tulkas, no less—was offering to be the one who claimed him. 

“I…” Ingil hesitated and looked away. “I do not know what to say, my lord.” Telimektar extended his other hand and tilted his chin toward him, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Do I frighten you?” He whispered.

“No. Far from it,” Ingil said without hesitation. “It is just that... I never expected one of the Most High to choose me. You honor me, my lord.”

“It is I who am honored.” Telimektar lifted Ingil’s hand and kissed the inside of his wrist, sending a welcomed shiver down his spine.

“You are a bold one, my lord,” the elf commented with a shy smile.

“Boldness must be expected from those who serve Tulkas.” Telimektar turned solemn and grew quiet for a moment before saying, “Have I offended you with what I just did, my prince?”

“No. I… I rather like it, my lord. And I heartily agree to wear your token during the chase.” 

“Just so.” Telimektar—pleased with Ingil excepting his offer to claim him for himself—reached up and carefully removed a horn from his crown, a heavy open circlet of true steel and pure iron, as hardy as the one who donned it. He fastened it to the elven prince’s belt with a ribbon he loosened from his own braid. Now, all who came upon Ingil during the chase would know that he was already claimed by another.

“Now eat and drink with me,” the Maia entreated, “and tell me more of yourself, son of Inwë. We have much to learn about each other before the chase begins.”

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[dailypuyoque]

7☆ Ingil

#Daily #Puyoqueue

[dirty-ainur-confessions]

Is this blog still active, or is it just suffering a lack of submissions?

If it is still active, I've been thinking about Eonwe having a Vanyarin wife--maybe a daughter of Ingil? Anyway, there are two scenarios I can't get out of my mind.

(I hope this doesn't sound awkward. It's coming out very awkward)

Bathing together. At first it's a hot tub situation where they're just chilling and laughing together, but slowly, he gets a little closer, and then closer still, until eventually she's in his lap. He then takes the chance to reach down and start playing with her pussy. Little touches, strokes and pinches on her plump lips first, then teasing strokes around the hole, leading to soft fluttering strokes on her clit and dips into her hole. Never escalating beyond that. Never giving any real satisfaction. Using his other arm to trap her against his chest so she can't escape. Keeping this going until she's whimpering and begging.

Using his wings (little bit of tickle kink/tickling as teasing, sorry about that). He's had a hard day, and needs to wreck someone. Her robes get pulled off and tossed aside. His strong arms force her against the wall, bent over and pinned by the wrists. Summoned vortexes bind her to the wall, her feet to the floor, leaving his arms free. A low, devastating chuckle escapes his lips. He gently begins to brush his wings over her bare skin, tickling her sides, her back, her thighs, under her arms. One hand finds her pussy and the other her heaving chest. "Would you squeal or cry, here where Manwe or your family can hear?"

... aaanyway lol. Thanks for listening.

eönwë is most likely such a tease and it's evident in both of these scenarios. he's the kind of man to edge you on and leave you whimpering and bucking into him, pleading for some sort of relief. the second scenario is most likely when he's especially mean, leaving your wrists blind as he feathers touches along your slit and clit. he has you gasping, moaning, begging so so pathetically even though he is fully aware that his own vala might just hear you. and as you beg for his mercy he simply leans in, presses kisses to your neck, and tells you to beg for it.

#·⊰ ꒰🌹꒱ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 ៸៸ eönwë ─ ♡. #eönwë #eönwë x reader #eonwe #eonwe x reader #the silmarillion #silm #tolkien #ainur #maiar #smut #minors dni #confessions

[lowkeynando]

Hebrew Bible as well as with Talmudic and Midrashim writings. [13] The Tawrat (Arabic:

rmanied as Tawrah or Taurat, is

the Arabic-language name for the Torah within its context as an Islamic holy book believed by Muslims to have been given by God to the prophets and messengers amongst the Children of Israel. In the Qur'an, the word 'Tawrat' occurs eighteen times. When referring to traditions from the Tawrat, Muslims have not only identified it with the Pentateuch (the five books of Moses), but also with the other books of the Hebrew Bible as well as with Talmudic and Midrashim writings. [1] Injil (Arabic: Aww!, romanized: 'Injil, alternative spellings: Ingil or Injeel) is the Arabic name for the Gospel of Jesus (Isa). This Injil is described by the Quran as one of the four Islamic holy books which was revealed by God, the others being the Zabur (possibly the Psalms), the Tawrat (the Torah), and the Quran itself. The word Injil is also used in the Quran, the Hadith and early Muslim documents to refer to both a book and revelations made by God to Jesus. A famous recorded oral tradition among Muslims (Arabic: Hadith) is about comment made by Imran in Husain, one of the companions of Muhammad and a Narrator of hadith. The comment was regarding the prohibition of Mut'ah, a word with several meanings. It is used in both Nikah mut'ah and Mut'ah of Hajj. JUNGLEWOODNETHERRACKNETHERWARTENCHANTMENTTABLECHORUSFLOWERREDSTONEREPEATERREDSTONECOMPARATORTRiPWiREHOOKCOMMANDBLOCKSTiCKYPiSTONALiENSSPECiESFAiRiESDEiTiESGODSCLOWNSROBOTSANDROiDSARTiFiCiALiNTELLiGENCESBRAiNSPOWERSiNTELLiGENCEQUOTiENTSWORMSTAPEWORMSTUBESTUMORSCANCERSHOSTSENTiTiESFUNGiSPARASiTESBACTERiASAMiCROORGANiSMSMUSHROOMSSURGERiESSCiENCESPHYSiCSWiTCHCRAFTSMAGiCSVOODOOSHOODOOSWiZARDSWARLOCKSCULTSSECRETSOCiETiSALTEREGOSiNNERDEMONSCROSSROADDEMONSMEDiCALTREATMENTS CLONES

[ryk34sworld]

disardaki bizi ilgilendirmezde içerideki fransıza ingilize inat ac kalsak hayat pahalılığı hoşunuza gitsede diyorumki gebermrzsiniz açlıktan biz başaracağız çok şükür....

siz türkü milletini birkere durdurursunuz bi sahlandimi durdurmak zor..

#Youtube

[valinorianyears]

Ingil, son of Inwe, and Elenwe, daughter of Inwe, with Laurefindele (Glorfindel), son of Ingil and nephew to Elenwe, on their way back home from a party in Tirion. Where Laurefindele swore like five minutes ago he wasn’t tired at all yet. And Elenwe believed him.

feat. background feanorians

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[cilil]

cílil's sweet & spicy bingo

Here's an overview of my progress for the FOTFics sweet & spicy bingo!

The tldr: I'll try to include the themes on the squares in my current projects. Alternatively they can be attached to requests. For more information on current requests and details, please refer to this post.

‪‪♡ Flowers: Winter prompts, Melkor x Mairon

♡ Meet-violent (free space): Winter prompts, Thuringwethil x Lúthien

♡ Hand holding: Winter prompts, Nerdanel x Nienna

♡ Lace: Winter prompts, Vairë x Míriel

♡ Love at first sight: Winter prompts, Melian x Arien

♡ Love letter: Winter prompts, Tauriel x Arwen

♡ Soulmate: Winter prompts, Míriel x Indis

♡ Romantic dinner: Winter prompts, Nerdanel x Anairë

♡ Secret admirer: Femslash February, Galadriel x Melian

♡ First kiss: Femslash February, Nerdanel x Indis

♡ Sunset: Femslash February, Arwen x Éowyn

♡ Chocolate: Femslash February, Ilmarë x Nilmírëa

♡ Confession: Femslash February, Ncharr (OC) x Tar-Míriel

♡ Dance: Femslash February, f!Glorfindel x Mentelossë (OC)

♡ Stargazing: Femslash February, Varda x Uinen

♡ Moonlit stroll: Femslash February, Lalwen x Haleth

♡ Bubble bath: Femslash February, Varda x Nienna

♡ Candles: Femslash February, Nerdanel x Anairë

♡ Cuddling: Femslash February, Vairë x Míriel

♡ Strawberry: Femslash February, Vána x Nessa

♡ Proposal: Femslash February, f!Melkor x f!Mairon

♡ Blind date: Femslash February, f!Manwë x Indis

♡ Homemade gifts: Femslash February, Uinen x Elwing

♡ Secret relationship: Femslash February, Thuringwethil x Ilmarë

♡ Jewelry: Femslash February, Míriel x Indis

♥︎‬ Double penetration: Dead Dove December, Melkor x Varda

♥︎‬ Scent kink: Femslash February, Lúthien x Thuringwethil

♥︎‬ Outdoor sex: Femslash February, Yavanna x Melian

♥︎‬ Temperature play: Femslash February, Nári (OC) x f!Fëanor

♥︎‬ Praise kink: Dark romance, Arien x Eönwë

♥︎‬ Breeding: Dark romance, Míriel x Finwë x Indis

♥︎‬ Body worship: Dark romance, Írilómë x Amarëa

♥︎‬ Cuck (free space): Dark romance, Eönwë x Arien x Mairon

♥︎‬ Somnophilia: Dark romance, Glorfindel x Ecthelion

♥︎‬ Strip tease: Dark romance, Telimektar x Ingil

♥︎‬ Impact play: Dark romance, Melkor x Mairon x Maedhros

♥︎‬ Blindfolds: Screw Yule, Gothmog x Eönwë

♥︎‬ Size kink: Screw Yule, Mairon x Finrod

♥︎‬ Shibari: Screw Yule, Vairë x Caranthir

♥︎‬ Omegaverse: Screw Yule, Curumo x Aiwendil

♥︎‬ Dirty talk: Screw Yule, Eönwë x Arien x Mairon

♥︎‬ Edging: Screw Yule, Melkor x Mairon x Maedhros

♥︎‬ Lactation kink: Screw Yule, Aulë x Yavanna

♥︎‬ Orgasm control: Screw Yule, Irmo x Fëanor

♥︎‬ Cockwarming: Screw Yule, Ingwë x Manwë x Varda

♥︎‬ Sounding: Screw Yule, Melkor x Fëanor x Gothmog

♥︎‬ Voyeurism: Screw Yule, Maedhros x Fingon x Manwë

♥︎‬ Sex pollen: Screw Yule, Melkor x Sons of Fëanor

♥︎‬ Nipple play: Screw Yule, Ar-Pharazôn x Mairon

♥︎‬ Marking: Screw Yule, Gothmog x Fingon

#cílil's sweet and spicy bingo #fotfics bingo

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Lineup for @feast-of-horns : 16 to 22nd April

Day 1: Tulkas/Maedhros

Day 2: Varda/Manwë | Oromë/Vána (Ficlets)

Day 3: Pre-defection! Gothmog (Calinár)/Eönwë

Day 4: Meássë/Nessa 

Day 5: Celegorm/Curufin/Turgon/Finrod (requested by MoonLord)

Day 6: Makar/Eärwen

Day 7: Telimektar/Ingil  

Minors DNI | 18+

Please do be mindful of all Tumblr warnings and AO3 tags in each post

#feastofhorns #feastofhorns2024

[cerayn]

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5☆ Ingil

#Daily #Puyoqueue

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