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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Imagine being a human and a father figure to Maeglin.

(Here you go, a little side project. It’s a bit long because this is a full out story I couldn't get rid off. Be warned, there are some sensitive subjects here and this is with a male reader to avoid the confusion. Hope you enjoy,)

Warnings; mentions of manipulations, guilt ripping, abusive behavior on both mental and physical. Child abuse. Injuries and death. There are some fluff like trying to be a loving dad figure when Eol isn’t.

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-It was supposed to be a boring school trip, but then you wandered too far from the group and got lost in the spooky forest.

-You were mad, hungry, and unable to find your way out.

-And not only the better, but you also started hearing things, and you swore there were things watching you from the shadows.

-You were losing your goddamned mind.

-You then saw the bright light and followed it, hoping it would lead you out of the forest and back to civilization.

-Nope. It was some chick dressed in white and riding a giant horse.

-You were so freaked out that you screamed and almost fainted, thinking she was a ghost of some kind. She was pale as hell.

-You tried to run away, but you didn't get far since she was on a horse.

-After she managed to calm you down, you noticed her attire was too far from modern fashion, and her ears were round like some fairy.

-She asked if you were lost or if you knew a way out. You snapped at her because the light reflected on her white dress gave you false hope. You were lost as shit, so of course, you didn't know a way out.

-You both started snapping at each other, calling names, then she said that wasn't a way to talk to a princess of Noldor.

-You got confused because you had never even heard about this Noldor group until you asked what she was.

-You almost burst into laughter when she said she was an elf. Elves did not exist.

-She introduced herself as Aredhel. She was on a hunt and then lost her way into the forest.

-You explained your situation, but she had no idea what a school was or where your country was.

-Weird things started happening, and you got scared, so you ended up staying with her.

-Aredhel was obnoxious and mockingly promised to protect you, a little scared human boy.

-You never wanted to slap someone so badly. You didn't care if Aredhel was a princess or not.

-She did keep you safe from strange creatures and allowed you to ride behind her. You had not ridden before, and she was still a stranger to you, so you traveled weirdly by sitting behind her and keeping your hands up.

-It was difficult because your balance jumped from side to side, and Aredhel always snickered when you dumbed on her back or held on to her to avoid falling.

-Aredhel was not a fun company at first. She made fun of you and boasted about her accomplices as a huntress, speaking about pridefulness.

-You didn't talk much about yourself, but you did tell her you liked art, reading, and studying. You looked up to being a veterinarian one day because you adored animals.

-She would make fun of you again, calling them lame and unmanly because most of your kin were warriors with pride and muscle. You were more woman than her.

-At that point, you were not afraid to call her a biach and turn her name into AredHell. You swore you would steal her horse and ride to freedom when you got the chance.

-She only laughed, wishing you good luck on trying.

-You knew better than trying your luck since she was a freaking hunter. She was taller than you and had a bow and knives, so in the end, you didn't try to test her patience.

-She was nice to you on some occasions. She gave you food and water and treated your bruises when you got clumsy. She even filled out the boredom by asking for some facts about animals and how to treat them since you wanted to be an animal doctor.

-She didn't judge, so you were comfortable talking with her during those times. She even shared some knowledge about animals you didn't know.

-She helped you understand animals better, making you respect her a little. Her knowledge was better than your professors, which you didn't want to admit because she would boast it if you told her.

-During your trip through the forest, you started feeling like someone was watching you from the shadows. It wasn't a nice feeling, so you told your elven companion about it.

-She sensed it too, then surprisingly, you both dumbed on an elf named Eol. He came out of nowhere, so you felt very uncertain about him.

-He welcomed and took you both into his kingdom, where he gave you refreshments and some food.

-You stuck with Aredhel because she was the only one you knew, and you noticed that you might not be in your country anymore. Everything was different to you, so no wonder Aredhel knew nothing of your world.

-You tried to remain polite to Eol's hospitality but couldn't help but get bad vibes from him.

-You felt uncomfortable by the looks he gave toward Aredhel.

-You started noticing red flags and didn't like how he and his people saw you as an incompetent human child. You were 19 and almost finished graduation. You're more than capable of caring for yourself.

-You tried to exchange your worries with Aredhel, but she assured you everything was alright. They were from the same kind as her. You might be overreacting a little.

-You didn't feel assured, and the red flags kept showing until Eol approached you and offered to help you leave Nan Elmoth so you could go home. It happened when Aredhel wasn't around you.

-It was a huge red flag, and you became concerned for Aredhel's safety.

-You put on a false smile and rejected the offer, telling him you would leave with your friend.

-You lied on the spot that you were her servant. You couldn't leave her side.

-The lie pushed him away for a while, so you ran to Aredhel and told her what happened.

-She finally heard your concerns and started doubting Eol's hospitality and the smile he put on his face.

-You regret you didn't force her to leave with you because whatever magic lingered in Nan Elmoth, it messed with your heads.

-Eol managed to charm his way into her heart, and she decided to marry him after some time. The whole thing felt wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave her, so you stayed.

-Things looked normal in the beginning, you became Aredhel's servant, and Eol didn't show any signs of possible mistreatment.

-He treated her respectfully, but you saw signs when Aredhel started changing around him.

-Eol allowed her to go on hunts since it was her passion, but she couldn't find animals and always came back empty-handed.

-Eol explained Nan Elmoth didn't have a lot of animals and suggested putting hunting to the side.

-It was the first warning you saw because you saw a lot of animals when you sometimes took walks.

-Aredhel had put hunting to the side because she couldn't find animals and tried things like embroidery or stuff wives would do.

-You helped her and tried to ensure she had stuff to do in her free time. You both shared fun with embroidery, making ridiculous designs, and sharing jokes.

-It was fun for a while, but eventually, she got bored with them and wanted to go out. She wanted to go outside Nan Elmoth because she learned the forest like the back of her hand.

-You suggested talking about it with Eol because it wouldn't hurt traveling a bit.

-She approved, and you accompanied her when she went to say she wanted to travel.

-Well. It didn't go well because Eol didn't allow it.

-At first, he said it was because he was worried something terrible would happen, but then arguments would take place when he denied the permission for several months.

-It was more obvious he was controlling Aredhel's freedom.

-You would finally see the red flags you missed when Aredhel's stubbornness and confidence started dropping.

-Eol was guilt-tripping her to stay, saying things she was ungrateful and that he felt saddened she wanted to leave him. He didn't budge even when she tried to reason with him.

-One day, Aredhel stopped, saying she didn't have the energy to argue anymore and kept going out in Nan Elmoth.

-You tried to tell her that something was wrong with her relationship. It wasn't normal or healthy.

-Even you know that a relationship should be healthy and respect should go both ways. Eol wasn't respecting her wishes at all.

-She took in what you said and considered demanding to see her family because she noticed she had never seen the borders.

-It didn't happen when you both discovered she was expecting a baby.

-Eol became controlling and pressured her to stay indoors so she wouldn't risk the unborn's health.

-She became distressed because she didn't want to stay bound to him and felt forced to stay in Nan Elmoth.

-She didn't want to risk her child's health, of course, but she started to see how bad her marriage was.

-You would try to stay as her pillar but felt hopeless because there wasn't anything you could do, and escaping would put the baby at risk, especially when she wanted to keep the child.

-You both agreed to wait until the little one was born. You stood by Aredhel's side, tending to her needs and being there for her. Though, it was Eol's duty as her husband.

-She felt better when you were there for her.

-You both exchanged stories and kept each other company. You missed the light of the sun, and she missed her family.

-After nine months, her little boy was finally born.

-He was a beautiful elven child and took a lot after his mother. You adored him on the spot.

-Aredhel gave him the name Lomion, which you thought suited him, but then Eol started showing his true colors because he prohibited using that name.

-His excuse was because it was in Aredhel's native tongue, and its use was forbidden in middle earth.

-You didn't have a problem with it since Aredhel told you her mother tongue was forbidden in middle earth, so you pestered him to give the little babe a name in his tongue.

-He gave the little one a name, which meant boy.

-You and Aredhel were shocked and told him to give Lomion a proper name because the boy wasn't even a name.

-He refused, and you argued with him because no one alive among elves, humans, and dwarves calls their children just a boy.

-He slandered you, saying you had no right to question his choice of a name for his son. His son will possess that name whether you or Aredhel liked it or didn't.

-At that point, you finally learn to hate him.

-Aredhel felt desperate because Eol would not allow using Lomion and didn't give a proper name, so she asked you to give her son a name.

-You felt concerned because Lomion wasn't your son, and you didn't have the right to name him, but after she pestered you a while and promised Eol would not know about it.

-She trusted you and would feel better if you were the one to give him a name.

-You weren't best at naming, so you gave her baby a nickname Milo. You remember it meant beloved or dearest in some language. She liked it, and you two used that name in secret.

-Her son grew to be a happy and bright kid. You and Aredhel called him Milo most of the time when Eol wasn't around but sometimes called him Lomion.

-You two made sure he wouldn't tell Eol about it because otherwise, Eol would get mad at you for no good reason.

-Something strange happened to you because your growing had been slow, and you reached your thirties when Lomion reached the age of 15, which was like 5 in eleven standards.

-You're supposed to be a lot older than that.

-One theory you managed to come with was whatever magic lingered in Nan Elmoth stunned your growth for a while. Eol seemed very frustrated about it.

-You grew to love the little boy like he was your son.

-Aredhel sometimes watched with a fond smile when you played with her little one. He would laugh whenever you played and told stories about warriors such as ironman, hulk, or Captain America. He would screech with happiness when you swung him around like spiderman.

-Her heart would burst when she caught you trying to teach Milo to say, Nana. A short version of naneth.

-You would have grown closer with Aredhel during that time, parenting little Milo and sharing deeper secrets.

-Aredhel sometimes wished Lomion was your son because you were there for her and more in her son's life than Eol. Eol only comes to check from time to time, but the other way was no show.

-It was hard to pretend family with Eol around.

-Eol finally decided to change the name and call Milo, Maeglin. You didn't mind it since it wasn't too bad, but you became concerned about how he decided to father Maeglin.

-Eol started training Maeglin when he was old enough to learn how to forge and hunt. It wasn't bad at first, until he went overboard with his training and punishments when Maeglin couldn't fill his expectations.

-Your heart always broke whenever the little boy came back crying, and you tried to give him the comfort he needed.

-Aredhel tried to reason with her husband to be more gentle with their son. He was still a child, and the expectations Eol put out for him were too high.

-Eol didn't budge with it and claimed there was nothing wrong with his methods. Maeglin needed to learn how to be strong. Otherwise, he would never be a leader or survive in the world. He refused to have a weak heir.

-He berated Aredhel for raising Maeglin to be soft, and that's why Maeglin needs to learn how to toughen up.

-You grew hateful and argued his methods were dead wrong and Maeglin would only learn how to be afraid of him. He might as well grow up hating him in the end.

-Eol wasn't pleased and went physical with you.

-You were weaker than him, so you couldn't do anything but take the beating.

-He considered he should toughen Aredhel and Maeglin to teach them a lesson to never go against his judgment.

-You knew what he meant and called him bastard before begging him to leave them alone and that you will bear the punishments of his frustration.

-He already mentally abused Aredhel. She can't handle physical, so you were more than willing to bear the pain.

-And that's what you did. Whenever, Eol became angry or frustrated with Maeglin's progress, he would lash out at you.

-Those wouldn't be the best time of your life, and you kept telling yourself it was for Aredhel's and Maeglin's sake. It was worth it.

-Eol pretty much tortured you. It took a toll on your mental health, but you still kept going and taking in the abuse.

-You tried to hide it, but Aredhel caught on to it quickly when you tried to avoid interacting with her and Maeglin. It was because Eol threatened you not to even look at them.

-Aredhel confronted you and tried to make you speak the truth to her about Eol's abuse.

-You tried to deny it but couldn't hold it in any longer when she told you she wouldn't be able to continue without you. And Maeglin had been asking for you.

-She knew the little boy was your weakness, so you cried and confessed everything.

-She was angry and cried that you took so much suffering for her and Maeglin's sake. She hugged you, telling you that you were dear to her and she would figure something out for your sake.

-The moment could have been heartwarming if you didn't know Eol was watching from the shadows.

-He came at you, accusing you of meddling with his wife. You tried to defend yourself from the accusation, then suffered the worst beating of your life.

-He showed no mercy and almost took your life if Aredhel didn't interfere.

-She snapped when she saw what Eol did to you, and a physical fight broke out between them.

-What's even worse, Maeglin was there and witnessed it all.

-You were in pain and bleeding. You had no doubt Eol had broken some of your bones, but you still tried to comfort Maeglin and keep his attention away from the fight.

-Aredhel snapped at Eol and swore she would have stopped at nothing to kill him if you died.

-You begged them to stop because Maeglin was scared and crying in your arms.

-Eol stopped but sneered at you and left, telling Aredhel she could keep her pathetic human toy.

-He prohibited anyone and every healer from helping you, so Aredhel took it upon herself to care you back to health.

-It would have been hard for anyone. Aredhel didn't leave your side because she feared Eol or someone would come to take your life for good.

-Maeglin always cried and stayed many nights with you, swearing he would protect you from harm.

-You recovered slowly but felt heartbroken whenever Aredhel returned with a new bruise. You had no doubt Eol had turned his infamous punishments on her after that stunt.

-You hated seeing her like this. Sometimes she would rest beside you and stroke your hair as you talked about your current situation.

-You mustered the energy to suggest maybe it was time to leave.

-She took it upon herself to plan out the escape. She waited that you were at least able to stand before taking you and Maeglin away when Eol had to attend a feast and leave Nan Elmoth for a while.

-You had studied that there was a spell upon Nan Elmoth and found a way to break it. You never thought you would do magic, but with Maeglin's help. You broke the spell. And you all got out.

-You all were embraced by the warmth and light of the sun. You were overwhelmed with emotions, and the sensation of freedom almost made you fly.

-You and Aredhell hugged each other with tears. You were finally free from the hell hole you called home these past years.

-Maeglin would have been excited, finally seeing what was outside his home and realizing his father was wrong about everything.

-You would soon start traveling toward Gondolin. Eol would be pissed when he finds out you all left, so you needed to bail out somewhere safe.

-You were too weak to ride by yourself, so you held on to Maeglin as he rode, following Aredhel's lead toward Gondolin, her home. It wasn't the most comfortable ride, but you sucked it up, happy to be free.

-When you got there, you were impressed by the great city but felt slightly nervous.

-It was new territory for you and Maeglin, so you couldn't stop feeling guarded.

-Arriving at the king's court to meet Aredhel's brother, the king, was nerve-racking.

-Luckily, Maeglin was there to help you stand up and hold your hand since he was also nervous.

-Aredhel's reunion with her brother was heartwarming, and she happily introduced you and Maeglin to him.

-King Turgon thanked you for helping his sister and nephew and was more than glad to offer healer's assistance since you were still recovering from your injuries.

-However, things soon turned sour when Eol arrived, demanding to have his wife and son returned to him.

-He would have been kept at a safe distance, but the things he said infuriated you with no bounds.

-Especially how he said Maeglin belonged to him and would not have anything to do with filthy Noldor. Even though; the boy was half Noldor himself.

-Maeglin was quivering, frightened by the thought. Aredhel was holding on to her son like he was going to disappear. You didn't like those looks on their faces and knew; that they should never get separated.

-Angered and protective of them, you held onto your walking stick and screamed back at Eol. You told the court everything Eol had done to Aredhel and how abusive he was with Maeglin.

-You revealed every scar he had inflicted and that he was unfit to be a father. He referred Maeglin more as his pet than his son.

-You didn't hold back on everything and even revealed you had been protecting the two from his physical abuse and that Aredhel had the right to take full custody over her son without Eol's say. Maeglin also had the right to choose if he wanted to return with his father or not.

-Eol didn't take it well, especially when Maeglin refused to return with him.

-Your outburst convinced King Turgon and the other elves, but before the guards could capture Eol, he took out a poisoned spear and threw it toward Maeglin, intending to take him down with him.

-It was a time-stopping moment.

-Aredhel came to his defense, ready to take the shot for him. However, like an instinct, and pushing your weakened form forward. You did what you always did to protect those two.

-You pushed them away and took the shot yourself.

-The spear pierced your chest, and you fell limb on the floor. The poison caused you great pain, but you were happy because Aredhel and Maeglin were left untouched.

-The guards finally restrained the bastard, and he cursed at you, screaming how you ruined everything.

-You just said at least you did what a true father would have done for the one he loved and for the sake of his child.

-Eol was taken away to be executed for his crimes, while Aredhel picked you up and ran with Maeglin to the halls of healing, praying there was still time to save you.

-The healers did everything they could, but the poison had already taken effect, and the weapon had punctured one of your lungs.

-All they could do for you was to give a painless death.

-Aredhel was devastated, and Maeglin was begging for you to survive.

-You had accepted your fate and told them you were happy they were finally safe from Eol's awful clutches. You could rest without regrets.

-You tried to convince Aredhel to smile at you. Not the one Eol forced her to have, but the annoying smirk of an asshat princess you met in those woods and loved.

-You missed the real her more than anything, so she managed to muster that familiar smile you remembered.

-You pulled Maeglin into one last hug, telling him how much you loved him and that you would always be proud of him. You knew Eol would have never, so you poured all your love into that hug.

-You asked him to look after his nana and called him Milo one last time before closing your eyes and falling asleep, knowing you will never wake up from it.

-Maeglin and Aredhel would hug your limb body, not letting you go until it was time for your funeral.

-Aredhel dressed you in white, remembering you once said her dress reflected light, giving you hope. She also put a piece of hair from her former horse into your hands. There was no meaning to it; except to bring closure that you stole her horse and rode to freedom like you said all those years ago.

-Aredhel and Maeglin watched as the flames encased your body and the wind blew your ashes toward the sea.

-Aredhel cried, knowing she would never see you again because your fate wasn't like one with the Eldar. She would not see you again even in the undying lands. She thanked you for everything and hoped your fea would hear her last words.

-Turgon supported her and Maeglin throughout their grief and gave condolences for their loss.

-Eol finally paid the consequences of his actions, but the two didn't care about his fate.

-Maeglin was most devastated by your death.

-You were always there for him and were his best friend in the darkest times. It was a slap to the face because you loved him more than his father.

-He knew humans were supposed to die eventually, but your death was too soon, and he would even beg Eru himself to feel the warmth of your hug for one last time.

-He treated your last words like an oath and looked after his mother. Your death took a toll on them, but they slowly recovered from the damages Eol had caused.

-Maeglin learned everything with his mother's guidance and gained a healthy friendship with his cousin, Idril.

-He went with his name and sometimes was referred to as Lomion, but if anyone called him Milo. He would fall silent.

-He was alright when his mother called him that, but it didn't feel the same without you.

-Maeglin was hesitant to add Eol's name to the papers but found the courage to remove him and write your name instead.

-Maeglin, Lomion, Milo. Son of Aredhel Ar-Feiniel and (Name) (Lastname)

-You might have been a human and not related by blood, but you were more of a father to him than Eol ever was.

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polutrope · 8 months

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On this final day of @silmsmutweek and in the spirit of going outside one's comfort zone, I am revealing the fics I am the most self-conscious about: x Reader smut! All second person POV (meant to post this for Day 6 second person POV prompt).

They're under a pseud and anon, but I assure you it is me.

Passing Through (E, 2.6k), Maglor x Female Human OC/Reader

A mysterious Elf with a beautiful voice visits your workshop in a village near Himring.

Caress of the Ocean (E, 2.6k), Maglor x Male Elf OC/Reader

You and Macalaurë go for a swim on a warm night in Alqualondë.

The Best Laid Plans (E, 2.5k), Maedhros x Maglor x Female Elf OC/Reader

You've recently fallen into bed with your commander, and he confirms some rather sordid (but admittedly titillating) rumours by way of a proposal to bring a third partner into your affair.

Enjoy!

#my fic #silmsmutweek #silmarillion x reader #maedhros x maglor x reader #maedhros x maglor x ofc #madhros/maglor/reader #maglor x reader #maedhros x maglor #maglor x male reader

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eunoiaastralwings · 10 months

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Heya Lovie , hope you're doing well😁

I'm obsessed with the idea that Maeglin didn't actually love Idril romantically and it was a rumour made to villainize him to cover up the fact her husband killed him ... I did see a post on it hence why I'm obsessed with it but your thoughts on that?

Second- Maeglin request please if you don't mind 😅 but my idea is a human comes to Gondolin for..whatever reason maybe a black Smith in training? And hence forth maeglin is assigned their mentor. But just said human trying to hide their feelings because insecurity is massive thanks to them gorgeous elves and their annoyingly good looks. I am liking the idea they're a male , even more reason to hide their feelings cause humans don't really accept gay relationships , specially in those times, so safe to assume that elves don't either (but they do thanks to love binds by the soul and not the body of said soul) so just fluff and some young love panic . I completely understand if you don't want to do the whole gay thing, gender neutral is perfect aswell. Take care 💕

Love Through Souls

featuring maeglin x male reader

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

warnings ooc, shitty writing. . . and what not

a/n am sorry. . .

You carefully tried to do as Maeglin had instructed you - feeling a little nervous with every move.

You hoped you weren’t too obvious on how you continuously looked at him.

It was because you couldn’t help yourself - from gazing at the tall and dark haired ellon in front of you.

He was assigned as your mentor the moment you show interest in smith work.

It was rather kind of king Turgon to take in your poor shivering human male soul from unkind lands.

It was common knowledge that the wise king did let almost anyone into his hidden kingdom - to say you were lucky were an understatement.

“Careful!”

Maeglin ordered - keeping you away from the sparks that soared from the fire.

Your heart couldn’t help the involuntary leap it had done when he had put himself in between the fire and yourself - pulling you beside him as it soared.

Maeglin never ceased to mesmerize you everyday with skills and abilities as a smith.

It was rather both inspiring as well as mesmerizing - it had only made you fall deeper for him.

But sadly you knew the case - not only were you a human, but a male. . . besides the young prince had already set his sights on the princess of Gondolin.

She was rather beautiful with her long golden-like hair that seemed to sparkle and tint like of a jewel - and her eyes of deep blue could draw anyone in.

Not only herself - but every elleth and ellon present in your sights only made you question deeper about yourself.

You felt fat and frumpy in the sights of such beauty that left your eyes wide in wonder.

But out of all elves present - especially among the males of course - the only one that truly caught your attention had been Maeglin.

WIth his broody and silent nature - with sharp stares and careful gazes he managed to capture you in at once without taking too long.

You had not meant to fall for the ellon - you had known how humans alone in your village had felt about same sex couples.

Therefore - you could not even begin to think on how elves would react towards it.

So you kept it down - ignoring the hurt that caged your heart every time you spotted Maeglin’s eyes linger on Princess Idril.

But even as you did - everything he said or did, like for example now how he pulled you behind him to protect yourself from the fire - the more you fell and the harder it was for you to suppress your feelings towards him.

It was getting harder and harder day by day to be around him as he mentored you.

Therefore finally you had decided to let it go - for the sake of further humiliation and the ache of your heart you let go of your passion of smithing.

So Maeglin no longer needed to mentor you - and you no longer needed to face him every day.

Your hands delicately brushed over the small metal tag chain necklace you made - it had both your own name and Maeglin’s name carved on it.

It was something you made yourself - sure as you were still learning there were a few dents and misshapes but it was still worth it for you.

You had made it when Maeglin was away with king Turgon in his gardens and was not able to mentor you one day.

While it may never happen - at least you were free to dream about it right?

Then suddenly your door slammed open - making you jump from the edge of the bed where you were sitting. You instantly hid the chain necklace.

If looks could kill you would be 10 feet under the ground right now - because of how Maeglin glared as he walked over to you.

He reached within milliseconds because of his long strides and you did not even have time to react.

“You could have knocked…”

You said quietly.

“I rather not have - considering how my student failed to attend his class today.”

Maeglin’s deep voice rumbled - making you shiver.

“I had informed the king I will no longer be attending smithwork.”

You said - looking at your feet.

“Yes - I’m aware you informed my ever wise uncle but you did not inform me - nor did you give him my uncle a valid reasoning - therefore I do not approve of you quitting!”

Maeglin said.

It was the first time you had seen Maeglin react like so - usually he was quiet and reserved but this was like he was speaking before thinking like he usually does.

It means you had struck hard to make Maeglin mad enough to behave like so.

“I apologize for not coming to you. . .”

You offered a straight heartfelt apology - keeping the chain necklace clasped in your hands and hidden behind you.

Maeglin looked surprised - even a soft red tinge appeared suddenly on his cheeks as he blinked and cleared his throat, looking both shameful and awkward.

“. . .Why have you quit?”

He asked instead - from the sound of his tone, it was easy to tell he had wondered about it too many times and had been trying to hide it.

But emotions had been something Maeglin always struggled with - either he wouldn’t come to terms with something, or other times he never understood what they meant.

“I do. . . - I do not have the passion for it, no more. . .”

You sighed with a gulp - your hands clasping tighter around the necklace.

“I do not believe that for a second!”

Maeglin declared - making you shocked for a moment.

You only frowned at him.

Then Maeglin tried to peek behind you.

“What is it you hold behind you?”

Your eyes widened and your clasped the necklace tighter.

“Nothing of which concerns the matter.”

You tried to put out formally - then stepped backwards as Maeglin took a step towards you.

Maeglin narrowed his eyes - staring into your eyes as if debating on something in this mind.

This seemed to be the Maeglin you knew - the one who was careful and calculated, who needed time to formulate his thoughts into words as he stared at the person he wished to speak with.

Others found it uncomfortable - you did too at first - but later realized it was how he was able to function.

This time however - he swiftly reached behind you.

With this elvish swiftness you didn’t even have the time to react as he quickly grabbed the chain necklace off your hands and dangled it above your head reading engraving on it.

You gasped trying to reach for it - but Maeglin kept it away from your grasp.

“What is this?”

He asked incredulously.

Your heart couldn’t but beat painfully fast.

You managed to grab it back and turned away from him - he probably felt so disgusted.

Tears had pricked the corners of your eyes.

“Nothing!”

“Let me see. . .”

Maeglin offered - feeling awkward and guilty at the sight of your tears.

“No - you should leave. . .”

You whimpered.

Maeglin gulped.

“Please. . .Y/N - I did not mean to offend you. . .It does-”

“It does not matter, please leave. . .”

You said starting to cry, your heart aching.

Maeglin fisted and unfisted his hands - before he harshly turned away slammed your door shut behind him as you cried.

— — —

It has been a week since the incident. You had been in the gardens - randomly walking thinking of what to do with your life since you already gave up your passion for smithing.

Then sooner or later become the gossip in the hidden city.

You had thought of leaving - but you knew yourself walking outside these borders was a death sentence in a literal format.

You sat near the fountain leaning against it.

It was no use crying - you already did that a few times, no point in wasting another round of tears that can’t help anything.

You leaned back further - when you suddenly felt something odd against your head.

You turned your head to see a chain necklace hanging off the edge of the fountain.

You frowned and took it in your hands softly.

There was a centre stone - pendent necklace - and it had been your birthstone.

Your frown only deepened - then you turned it as you felt something engraved in the back of it in Sindarin.

You couldn’t understand it - but you obviously made out your name and Maeglin’s, making your eyes widen.

“From me to you, Y/N. Yours, Maeglin. . .”

Suddenly - you heard his name, making your head snap up at him.

Your eyes were still wide and unbelieving as Maeglin awkwardly shifting from one foot to another.

“May I sit?”

He asked - when you didn’t respond.

You gulped and nodded.

Maeglin sat down close to you - sending you a disapproving gaze and looked so much like King Turgon’s scowl as you tried to scoot away.

You sighed staying put.

Either of you spoke for a long time - simply staring ahead.

“You know. . .it is frowned upon. . .and perhaps even wrong. . .”

You bit your lip saying it.

“What is?”

Maeglin frowned.

“Two males. . .in a relationship. . .”

You struggled to stay.

Maeglin didn’t say anything for a moment.

“I have given it thought and I do not see any wrong in us. . .”

He tried to say.

But you shook your head.

“Mae. . .It is frowned upon. They will not accept it. We will be disowned, mocked and gossip.”

You softly said.

“Why do you think they will not accept? Humans do not accept this form of relationship?”

Maeglin frowned - some bit of fury in him rising.

“No. I presume the same for elves.”

You frowned.

“Sure. . .It may not be common and I have not seen another couple such as this. . . but Gondolin will accept us. . .”

Maeglin promised you.

“How?”

You frowned deeper.

“Because elves do not care for what body your lover is, meleth. . .we love and cherish through souls. . .that is love. . .and that is what my mother has taught me. . .”

He said quietly and softly - still having a hard time talking about his mother.

You blinked, sighing. You were scared that you will not lie about.

“Are you sure. . .they will not. . .”

You struggled to say the words.

“Trust me. . .”

Maeglin whispered and you nodded.

Then he leaned forward - pressing his lips against your lips calming the anxiety in your heart and soul. . .

Maeglin was right. . . this was love through the souls. . .

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And the Time Stopped (Caranthir x Male Reader)

An: I wrote this as Caranthir x OC for ao3. I changed OC into the reader for Tumblr. I think it is cute and if you would like to read more of it in Caranthir x male reader format let me know.

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: He exhaled a sigh of relief when the gardens remained quiet as ever. An unnoticed smile crept on the face of the broodiest Feanorian. If anyone were to witness the scene of Morifinwe crouched in a random bush smiling at the ground, they would probably knock on the doors of the nearest healer.

One step and he would lose all the progress. A distant sane part of Carnistir’s mind wondered what the hell was he doing. Telperion’s bloom was halfway through. Sleepy elflings loitering in the streets had been long tucked in their bed by their parents. It was a mellow evening.

Yet, for the fourth son of crown prince Feanor, it was a night of adventure he never remembered asking for. He was hanging from the second highest branch of the tree right next to the window of his room that too without making the wood creak. He was sure that his face was probably flushed red by now.

Somehow, Carnistir had snuck out without alerting the other 6 menaces that resided in the same house as him. He was particularly proud of escaping from Turco, the famed hunter of Oromë.

Praying for the last time Carnistir swung his legs and let go of his hands holding the branch. He aimed to land farthest from the wall of his house to avoid alerting anyone of his plan. The Illuvatar listened to his pleas as he landed lightly on his feet closer to the other end of their garden. As soon as his feet touched the ground Carnistir rolled his body towards a bush and waited for any sign of disturbance.

He exhaled a sigh of relief when the gardens remained quiet as ever. An unnoticed smile crept on the face of the broodiest Feanorian. If anyone were to witness the scene of Morifinwe crouched in a random bush smiling at the ground, they would probably knock on the doors of the nearest healer.

His strategy had been way too good for anyone to even suspect him. Unknown to the crouching ellon, his smile turned into a frightening smirk similar to that of a dark lord marveling at their work. Ignorant of his facial expressions Carnistir reminisced about the evening when he started to work on his scheme.

“BAM!” He had slammed the front door of their house. His hair was messed up in a fashion that reassembled a bird’s nesting preference. His face was bright red with evident rage, which unknown to anyone was not really rage but the succession of quick laps he had run in the unfrequented woods.

“Carn—” Nerdanel, who was in the process of forcing Pityo into his chair to eat, stopped mid-sentence when she saw him. Carnistir felt guilt creep up his gut, but he continued his power walk to his room. This had to be flawless. This would be the building block of ensuring everything ran smoothly for the night. Mentally he apologized to his mother, if it were to be another day, he would’ve helped her with the twins but not today.

As he reached his door, he could hear Ambarussa chattering and Nerdanel shushing them. “No, you cannot go to Moryo today.” The statement was followed by collective whining to which he heard his mother replying in hushed tones.

Not known to many, there was an unchallenged rule in the Feanorian household. It was a rule respected by all the members of the family, even the rowdy Ambarussar had to uphold it, albeit reluctantly.

In a house full of artisans, it was not uncommon for one-third of the house to have a temper tantrum on a particular day. His father’s frustration with metals, Makalaure’s writer’s block, or his mother’s pilling commissions. It was bound to create tensions. So, the household of Feanor made it a rule to respect an artist’s justifiable irritation and stay out of the person’s way. After several family meetings, it was decided that in case of a rough day the person would be left alone. No one would interrupt the internal war of the fuming member.

It wasn’t surprising that Feanor, Curvo, and Carnistir were the leading participants in this exercise, which was the reason that it came to him like second nature. Thus, it was arranged that no one would be troubling him tonight.

Breaking away from his reverie Carnistir dusted his robes. He had made sure to dress in something darker for the night. After contemplating for an hour, he had settled for a dark-brown velvet tunic. He had himself embroidered its seams with gold thread. As a precautionary measure, he patted his braids, making sure nothing had come undone.

As if remembering on cue he patted his inner pockets. It would be all for nothing if he forgot the book. Much to his relief, he could feel the minute outlines of the book.

After looking around for a pair of redheads sneaking around for the last time Carnistir huffed and started making his way toward Tirion’s public library.

As he walked the relatively quiet roads of Tirion, he couldn’t help but notice the slight rustle of leaves as the wind tussled with them. He marveled at the limestone sidewalk that seemed to be painted silver with the light of Telperion. He spotted a few stubborn weeds growing in-between the paved sidewalk.

Carnistir never cared much for the poetic beauty in everything around him. He had left that to Makalaure. He much preferred to wield a needle to weave colorful threads into a scenery. His grandmother’s art had appealed the most to him and his father had been immensely proud. Feanor admired every single one of his creations and would stand looking at them for hours.

However, these days Carnistir found himself humming a familiar jolly tune, Makalaure had almost tripped when he found his younger brother mindlessly humming a love song. Carnistir found joy in helping his mother with twins, easing Maitimo’s duties. On random occasions, he would catch himself admiring the light of trees, and the chirping of the birds, Huan seemed to get extra pets from him. He even found himself laughing at the Ambarussar’s antics.

All this he had woven in a tapestry. It felt as if the world that felt like an annoyance was suddenly livelier. Something had breathed life into everything around him. The realization made the book in his coat feel so much heavier.

He had been frowning at the same fabric for the past hour. The vendor who was earlier glad that the prince had come to his shop was now exasperated. “My lord, my prince…” Carnistir ignored his whining with immaculate talent.

Had it been a normal piece he would not have cared that much but this was supposed to be a present for his father. His father, who never celebrated his begetting for the longest time. Carnistir knew it was the lingering grief of Miriel’s loss that still saddened his father.

“I’ll take this one.” Carnistir flinched at the sudden voice right next to him. He had not heard anyone approaching. Even the shopkeeper seemed stunned at the unexpected interruption.

The next moment the shopkeeper recovered and with a brilliant smile turned to the new customer. Carnistir was indignant at the interruption. He had yet to ask if the fabric was dyed with the specific dye he preferred.

Had this stranger made no sense? How could he just look at a piece of fabric from that far away and buy it? One needs to feel the cloth, inspect the dye, and look at the consistency of the threadwork in the least.

This was atrocious. Ready to educate the fool who was still standing quite a distance away Carnistir turned. “Excuse me, but ho—” and the time stopped to exist.

Out of all the children of Feanor, Carnistir was the least impulsive. He had always planned and weighed his options. Yet, one look at you, who he was about to give an earful, he felt the world turn upside down.

It was one moment that made him swoon, yearn, and forget whatever he had been doing before this. The stranger with hair of Laurelin’s color and eyes of the color of a lake on a bright day looked back at him equally surprised.

Carnistir, the harshest and quickest to anger out of all his brothers, fell in love at first sight. Almost quicker than the red that instantly colored his face.

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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Campfire

Fotfictober Prompts: 10 - Campfire

Summery: You And Gildor are alone on patrol around the borders of Imladris and decide to set up camp for the night, and decide to dance with one another.

Pairing: Gildor x Reader

Warning: Non

Reader Pronouns: He/They

"We will lose the light soon, we should set up camp" Gildor said you hmmed in agreement, as he scouted a place to set camp you collected firewood, your patrol lasted for a week and this was the first night of it, you tried to talk to Elrond about getting out of it, but he was having non of it.

You had a crush of Gildor for the longest time, ever since you first laid your eyes on the handsome elf at one of Imladris, autumn festivels when you had first moved and he had just got back from patrol, his sweat made the ethereal glow on him brighter, the stars reflected off of him, the orc blood which stained his armor everything about him was perfect.

"Y/n" Gildor called as he walked to you, you made a small hmm of acknowledgement scared he had caught you daydreaming of him.

"I have found a spot to set up camp in a clearing of this forest" Gildor said as he picked up a few firewood sticks before he lead you to the camp, your horses were tied to trees grazing on the grass he had already set up both of your bed rolls, you started the fire, but for some unknown reason it would not light.

You felt Gildor behind you his chest was pressed against your back and he had your hands in his "Allow me" Gildor said guiding your hands the flit sparked and it caught against the firewood and started up.

"That was just luck" you said standing up after Gildor gave you space, the blond chuckled

"You had aimed it wrong" Gildor said taking his pack off of his horse

"No I hadn't" You said

"Yes you had" Gildor said taking out spare arrows which sat in his pack

"I am going on a hunt for some food, so we do not have to use our food resources until dead mans slope, which takes 4 days to cross" Gildor said you sighed you hated that slope the rocks were unstable to walk on and it was void of any life plant or animal

"Why do we have to patrol their it's not like Orcs would attack their it is to open" You said it stuck out like a soar thumb, it was the source of the waterfalls of Imladris it was high up in the valley to far for someone to see unless the traveled to it or took the hidden path and looked that way but people tented to be to amazed by Imladris to do that, the hidden pass cut through it and it separated the slope from the mountain, most roomer that the hidden pass was created by a lightning strike and then the elves made it lead to a cave and put enchantments on it, but that was far from possible the lighting would of just left a fracture or a creator not cut it clean in two, no one even knew how it was made not even Elrond, it was there before he even found the valley he just added the enchantment to it.

"Orcs may not use it, but Goblins have small openings along the peak of it, and come out at night" Gildor said

"Oh great we might get a night raid by Goblins" You said

"I doubt it but there is a possibility give how low we will be and how goblins tend to only go down the other side we may be attacked or completely left alone" Gildor said, You decided to tend to the fire and horses while he was hunting he soon came back with a deer.

You both went to settle down after the meal, the fire had started to act up and got big, you stood, Gildor watched you with a raised eyebrow as you turned to him and held out your hand.

"I have always wished to dance in moonlight and firelight, why not tick two things of the bucket list" You said

"You have a bucket list, who talked you into that" Gildor said

"Estel when he was little" You said as Gildor took your hand

"And You wish to dance with me, knowing the elvish customs towards dancing with another" Gildor said, you started to lead the dance.

"Yes, I have always wished to dance with you Gildor" You said to him

"Y/n" Gildor said but you cut him off

"When I first saw you I always though you were perfect and as I got to know you the more and more I found out it was true, it was as if you had captured my heart in a jar as if you sailed to the stars and brought one back with you, I don't know why I am even telling you this" You said looking down Gildor stood in front of you looking down at you.

Gildor placed a hand on your cheek and lifted your head so you would face him

"The only difference is I cannot capture a star as your father caught them all and put them into your eyes" Gildor said

"What" You questioned the blond infront of you

"I like you two idiot" Gildor said

"But I'm your idiot now right" you questioned making Gildor laugh

"Yes you are my lord idiot" Gildor said he offered you a hand again to dance he span you around and stopped when you did a 180 and pulled you in.

"Gi Melin, Meleth nin May I kiss you" Gildor questioned

"Gi Melin ana Meleth nin, eru Athon, you have no idea how long I have yearned for you to ask me not in some vision of the sleepy mind" You returned in a whisper he span you around and cup your cheek and slowly leaned forward, his lips gently pressed against yours.

"No longer will it stay in the wishes of a sleepy mind, but it will sprout forth into reality Ithildin-nin" Gildor said pressing his forehead against yours.

"I am glad I found me feelings were not one sided, i do not know what i would of done if you had not" you said

"No need to dwell on that, come let us enjoy the fire" Gildor said you nodded, you placed your bed rolls together, you lay your head on his shoulder.

"I was planning to confess my own love to you once we got back, i am glad you did it before me, I would of been to much of a coward to even do it" Gildor confessed.

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Pt. 3 Children of the kindly west (Kíli x Reader) — A tale of two dwarven hearts

This is a translation, more of a re-write, of a fanfiction I wrote first in German during 2013 - 2015 when the Hobbit movies premiered and I was just as obsessed and enamored by that adorable prince like everyone else. And reading the Silmarillion for the first time this year in February brought me back to middle-earth and reminded me of my love of dwarves. And this brings me here today. Enjoy! Cross-posted on AO3 here. P.S. Feel free to tell me if any warnings or tags are missing. And if you want to be tagged in future parts! <3

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 *coming soon*

Warnings: Mutual Thirsting/ Pining, mentions of a naked female body under a nightgown, mentions of breasts, some sexual and romantic tension

New-found Friends

„Do you like Kíli?“, Syniver asked with an innocent face.

„I really like him!“, she continued. „He is so tall and funny!“

She laughed and rolled over a small sofa in the corner of the kitchen, standing up and giving an impression of Kíli when he huffed and rested his hands on his hips, when he was about to loose a game.

You smiled. You smiled about how wonderful your sister was and how much fun she was having.

But her question continued to linger in your mind, did you like Kíli?

Was one afternoon, one evening enough to say whether you liked your old acquaintance more than you had before?

It probably was enough. You had not laughed as much in a long time, spending time with him felt natural and easy and you wanted more.

More of him! You wanted to get to know the man he had become. The man whose eyes sparkled from within!

You met him again on the next day, when he came by to bring some knitted work that his mother had done for Syniver and your mother invited him to stay for an early tea.

And a few days after that you took the long route to the market, that led by the house of his family, hoping that you would see him. And you were lucky, he was outside shoveling snow from the pathway — you smiled at him and waved. He waved back with an excited grin and something deep inside you felt full and warm.

You stopped to talk with him and he offered to accompany you again.

„But don’t you need to finish shoveling here?“, you had asked and he had just shrugged.

„I’ll finish it later, or Fíli will do it. Or it snows more and then I have to do it again anyways.“

„Alright“, you had agreed and had taken his arm that he had offered you once again

„And besides“, he had added with the sparkle in his eyes that you had started to always look out for, „ I prefer your company over the shovel’s anytime!“

„I am glad to hear that I am more pleasant to be around than a shovel“, you had laughed but it had died in your throat as you had caught Kíli’s eyes on you and somehow you had gotten tangled up in them.

You had eventually torn your eyes away from his, missing the quick flash of confusion, as you had looked away and got out your shopping list from your pocket, ignoring the way your hands had trembled.

You were woken up by the repeated and unrelenting calling of your name a few days after your last day with Kíli.

You groaned, turned to the side and hoped that Syniver would be quiet soon, if she would not get an answer from you and your closed door.

Speaking of your closed door, you heard muffled voices on the hallway and a half-awake part of your brain chose to listen to them as you caught your name being said.

„Oh yes, she’s here. She’s maybe still sleeping. You can just go in!“, Syniver cheerfully explained and a horrified male voice answered.

„I can not go in there. I will not disturb her privacy!“

Kíli!

„Oh, why?“, asked Syniver’s voice confused and you thought the same.

‚Yes, why would he not come in’, the half-asleep part of your brain wondered, having him here with you would be heavenly, you could breathe in his musky scent of leather, pine trees, smoke and horse and it would surround you completely…

He would surround you completely.

Kíli’s voice sighed and then he answered.

„Just family can go to someone when they are sleeping, I am just a…“ He paused and you felt your heart hammering in your chest, what would he say now? What was he?

„I am merely a friend!“, he said slowly.

Just a friend.

What did you expect would he say?

Sighing, you threw your head back deeper into your pillows and opened your eyes.

Taking in the light of the day that filled your chamber you decided that you were awake now and got out of your bed. You turned to look for your dress that you had laid over a chair the night before.

And then your door opened. Syniver stood there and looked pleased with herself.

„See, she’s not sleeping anymore!“, she exclaimed loudly over her shoulder to Kíli, who stood behind her with a mortified look on his face.

The two of you stared at each other, mouth open and you felt the heat rise in your cheeks and saw how his cheeks reddened as well.

The heavy up and down of your chest brought you back to reality and you stumbled over your feet in an attempt to find something, anything to cover yourself with. You grabbed your dress from the chair and pressed it to your front.

Kíli had moved in the same time as you had come back to your senses, stuttering apologies over and over again and fled from the hallway, you heard his panicked steps on the stairs.

„Can you not knock?“, you asked Syniver over your heavy beating heart with more anger than she deserved.

„This was embarrassing!“, you sank back down onto your bed, resting your head against the bed post, suddenly exhausted, the dress still pressed to your body, that felt uncomfortably hot and aware of the fabric of your nightgown on your skin. You wore a simple white nightgown made from a light, fine fabric that could be quite translucent — oh Mahal, what had he seen?

He was never supposed to see you like this, hair open and unkempt, barely a braid in it and nearly naked. He was a prince after all! And he had offered you his company and his friendship, he had offered you his brilliant grin and sparkling eyes.

You wanted nothing but to be worthy of his kindness and friendship, you had to be your best self!

And this was barely your best self, just right out of bed! You groaned and looked at Syniver with pained eyes, who stood confused by your side and wondered why you and Kíli were acting so strange.

While you got dressed and tried to explain to Syniver why knocking is of importance and why you cherished your privacy, was Kíli running out of your house and straight to his. He spoke with nobody on his way, thankfully was no one home when he arrived, and gathered his bow and arrow together with his hunting gear and fled to the woods.

He went by foot, needing to run, needing to move, needing to get the image of you out of his head.

You bathed in sunlight, hair flowing freely over your shoulders, just a few little braids with golden beads on the ends sprinkled through it, cheeks and lips rosy and fresh from sleep —

You standing against the golden sunlight that made the fabric of your nightgown so sheer, that he could see the voluptuous contours of your breasts and the lush outlines of your waist, full belly and hips…

You staring at him with big surprised eyes, lips slightly parted, chest heaving, breasts moving with each breath under your nightgown.

And he had stared, he could not take his eyes away from you and your body, he should have looked away! He should have stopped Syniver when she opened the door!

He did not deserve to see you like this, fresh after the night, glowing like one of the goddesses of old that he had heard so many stories about.

Who was he anyways? Just the second-born prince of a kingdom he did not even knew, he spat out this title in disgust, even in thoughts.

And he was so oddly lean, too lean for a respectable dwarven warrior, his hair was too straight and he seemed to be unable to grow a beard.

People had mocked him, they have cackled behind their hands pressed over their mouths for all of his life.

And amidst everything was you, beautiful, cheerful and well-spoken you.

You, whose eyes and face were kind to him, he felt seen in your gaze. In the best way possible.

When you smiled at him, laughing at one of your own jokes or his, when you two chatted away was he finally feeling like he could just be.

He felt like he was enough, let the people talk, when he had your smile and your warmth next to him.

You had knocked him off his feet, literally.

Which was surprising and unexpected. He had barely given you a second thought in the past, the daughter of his mother’s best friend. Tiny and always behind him, his brother and other children. You had played together, spending more time arguing about a game than actually playing it.

But you had found ways to arrange yourself and your games and still, he had never looked twice. You were just there. Until now.

When your worlds had collided and were joined again by impact.

Oh Mahal, he slowed down his running and sighed, what have you done to me?

Later on the same day were you working in the kitchen, making a fresh batch of bread, and hitting the dough more than kneading it.

You were still embarrassed about what had happened in the morning, still unsure on how to continue and you did not even knew why he had come to you in the first place.

A knock on the door made you pause in beating up the dough and you wiped your hands clean from flour on your apron while yelling “coming” towards the door.

You went to open the door and it was Kíli’s remorseful face greeting you with a shaky grin.

“Hello”, he whispered with a hoarse voice.

His eyes barely sparkled anymore, you noticed with a growing concern.

Was he not feeling well?

“Can I come in? I have brought you, I mean not you, you, I mean you and your family of course, some rabbits that I have freshly hunted today…”

And indeed, he had five already skinned rabbits hanging over his shoulder.

You smiled carefully and nodded.

“Of course! You are always welcome here!”

He breathed out in relief and his steps got his usual bounce back as he strode confidently into the kitchen.

And when he turned to you were his eyes sparkling again! You grinned, happy at the sight.

He gave you the rabbits and told you that he had already gutted them.

“They are ready for cooking or smoking!”

“Excellent!”, you answered.

“Mother will decide later on what will happen to them, my responsibility today is only the bread”, you nodded towards your kitchen’s worktop where still the bread dough rested. He followed your look.

He kept his eyes on the dough and said quietly: “Can I talk to you? I have to apologise for my behavior today…”

He still was not looking at you.

“Of course…”, you nodded and got up to put away the rabbits into the cold storage room under your kitchen.

“Will you help me with these?”, you nodded towards the rabbits while climbing down the ladder into the storage room.

Kíli got up as well, without saying a word and handed you two rabbits at a time.

After he had given you the first pair he started speaking.

“I am awfully sorry for my disturbance in your privacy earlier! I should have never looked into your private chambers, Syniver had told me that you were still sleeping… I should have left right there.

It will never happen again!”, he said, voice coated with remorse and pain, while handing you the next two rabbits and you stored them carefully away.

“I have already forgiven you”, you answered after a quick minute, where you had gathered your thoughts.

“It was a stupid accident! And also quite hilarious, if you think about it. As if any visitor sees the people in a house in their night wear…”, you laughed and Kíli gave you the last rabbit and smiled slightly in an attempt to answer your laughter.

“Why did you come by anyways?”, you asked, as you climbed the ladder up again.

“Oh, I was just wanting to ask – CAREFUL!”, he suddenly yelled, as your foot slipped from

the last step of the ladder as you had stepped accidentally onto the hem of your dress.

He grabbed you by the arm and you cling onto him instinctively and he helped you carefully back onto the safe ground of the kitchen floor.

Your eyes got tangled into each other once again as he still held you close to him.

*You were already standing safely back on the ground but neither of you moved, the two of you were not even blinking!

You breathed out and smiled at him, breaking the spell. He instantly released your arm and made a quick step back from you.

“Thank you – for saving me. This could have gone very differently without you…”, you shuddered as you looked down the ladder onto the dark, solid ground.

“We’re square now”, he answered with his usual grin. Everything was fine again.

“You ran into, well over, me and most certainly saved me from eventually doing something stupid that day on the market in regards to Fíli’s lover and now I saved you. We’re even!”

“I am glad”, you said.

“You were just about to tell why you came by this morning…”, you reminded him.

“Oh yes, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to spend the day with me, hunting, riding in the forest…”, he looked at you with hopeful eyes and your heart melted instantly.

“Can we still do that? This sounds lovely!”

“If you want to, there’s still enough daylight left for a short trip. I know a lovely little pond, it is frozen now of course, but it is beautiful with frozen waterfalls…”, Kíli’s eyes sparkled and sparkled and your heart was full and happy. You wanted to ride through the forest by his side, you wanted to see the beautiful little pond, you wanted to see the world through his eyes!

You wanted to get to know his world!

And so you did.

Today’s ride through the forrest would be the first of many more to come.

He showed you hidden places, full of beauty and wonder. He showed you, where the rare white deer grazed during the winter months and you spent hours watching them from deep within the undergrowth of big, old trees.

„Some say“, he told you one day, „that these trees are older than the elves in middle-earth…“

You cocked your head to the side and looked at the gigantic trees around you, covered in all kinds of evergreens, moss and dead looking climbing plants — you knew that they would become lush and green soon enough when spring would arrive.

The trees were old, sturdy and had a rough bark that protected them from the seasons and weathers and apparently time.

„What they must have seen in all of these ages…“, you wondered and caught Kíli looking at you from the side.

You smiled at him, it was an instinct, you could not not smile when you saw or just thought of him, and his eyes sparkled, when he returned your smile.

„The most extraordinary wonders“, he answered solemnly and kept looking at you and his smile lit a fire of gold and brown in his eyes, like a fragrant late summer day over freshly dug soil.

You wanted to keep the happiness that radiated off of him in your life and your heart forever, it made you feel whole.

Of course, you were your own person but with him by your side, it felt like your life had doubled.

Everything had intensified over the span of the days and weeks since Kíli had come back into your life.

He gave you so much. So much laughter, so much joy, he filled your heart and soul with warmth and let your insides tingle pleasantly.

His smile, his slightly curved pink lips, his sparkling eyes, his strong hands, his skillful fingers that flitted over the neck of his fiddle when he played his happy melodies…

He was all of this and more and you had started to wonder how you were ever able to live without the light he brought.

It was one of the evenings that you had spent with him in front of the fireplace in the welcoming living room of his family’s house — he and Fíli had played their fiddles and you had danced to their tunes, you had hummed along, happy songs about the most beloved treasures, of rare gems and of girls and boys flirting and dancing at their town’s festivals.

You had pressed your favorite book, that you had read to the brothers before, to your chest, taking it as your dance partner and swirled around the room, laughing and swinging…

But your eyes never left Kíli. You kept your eyes on him for the whole time.

You admired how he used his whole body to play his fiddle, how he moved along to the music, how his arms moved when he played, how he kept his full body tension —

pressing his chin gently to his fiddle to keep it stable on his shoulder and how his bow in his right hand danced confidently over the strings all while the fingers of his left hand bounced masterfully over the fiddle’s neck…

He was otherworldly beautiful, like a mythical creature from another realm, his dark hair in contrast to his sky blue tunic, his cheeks reddened from playing and laughing in the warmth of the fire in the room and always his eyes.

Sparkling. Fixed on you. Smiling slightly, as much as his play allowed.

And you danced, danced with your happiness and joy. Danced with a full heart and a soul that felt complete.

In the night that followed you saw yourself dancing in your dreams, your skirts twirled around you and you laughed. The You that you observed looked directly at you and you saw her smile so brightly, so beautifully.

Your face rosy and a few strands of hair were sticking to the sides of your face, where sweat glittered in the light of the fire.

You were beautiful. Any doubt that you ever had about yourself faded as you observed your dream self.

She was glowing. She was everything.

And you knew, even after waking, that she was not a creation of your mind, she was you and you were her.

Kíli saw himself this night in his dreams as well.

He saw himself like you had seen him. Beautiful, ethereal and worthy of your admiration.

He did not saw the little boy in the shadow of his brother and uncle, who was always trying to prove himself to them and the world. He saw a man, strong, capable and enough, even handsome, just like he was. And for the blessed moments that his dream lasted, he accepted your vision fully.

He just did not know that it was your eyes he had seen himself through.

Just like you did not know that you had seen yourself through his eyes.

Efís had stopped talking and the children all looked up to her with big eyes, questions flashing up behind their eyes.

“Why were they dreaming of themselves? Don’t you usually dream of other people and not about yourself?”, one of the older girls asked.

“Oh well”, Efís smiled slightly, her eyes fixing at a far point over the fire place, while she thought of her answer.

“There are stories, stories of old, that tell of bound, fated souls, souls tied together by Mahal himself, when He created them.

Kíli and who was merely just his childhood acquaintance once were always destined to be more than friends or lovers. I believe firmly that their souls were promised to each other by Mahal, just like in the old stories . I believe they were the One for each other.

And the old stories also say that people, whose souls were were bound together in the moment of their creation, were able to see through the eyes of the beloved. Especially in dreams.

They caught a glimpse of their own soul and it inspired them, healed them, nourished them and made the love in their hearts burn even brighter than before. If it ever was possible.

But the pair in our story, though fated, was not yet aware that it was love that was growing quickly and rapidly in their hearts.

But it would change very soon.

On a fateful day in the deep winter, when Fíli celebrated his 81st birthday Kíli and his One were both met with a burning desire for each other— and burning jealousy. But before I tell you about their hearts matters, do you want more cookies?”

The children screamed in joy and nodded ferociously.

“Very well then, dears, let me get the next platter!”

Efís laughed contently on her way to the kitchen, she was happy that the children, who came to visit her, shared her love for wonderful baked goods and the stories of old. This way was she making sure that the heritage of their people, stories, songs, everything that made their culture so rich, would be passed on for generations to come.

She continued speaking, after she was seated again and the children happily produced cookie crumbs on her carpet and the room was once again filled with eating children, their breathing, their sniffling and the crackling of the fire.

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sotwk · 1 year

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Status as of 9/25/23: OPEN FOR REQUESTS.

Fandoms I write for: Exclusively Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit (book and PJ movies). The Silmarillion is just too far above my writing level, and Rings of Power conflicts too frequently with my headcanons.

Characters I write for: I’m generally open to most LOTR/Hobbit canons, but I have greatest interest in the following:

Elves: Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Haldir, Lindir Dwarves: Thorin, Fili Men: Boromir, Eomer OCs: Princes Mirion, Turhir, Arvellas, and Gelir Thranduilion

Romantic Pairings I accept requests for:

LOTR/Hobbit Male Canon x Female Reader or OC

Thranduil x OC Elvenqueen Maereth

OC Thranduilion Prince x Female Reader or OC

Elrond x Celebrian (my favorite canon pair)

Genres:

For Romance: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining.

For Gen Fics: Brotherhood Action and Fluff are my absolute favorite. I love Adventures and Drama involving Family and Friends.

Ratings I write: Ranges from General Audience to Teen; may go up to borderline Mature, but I do not write Explicit/Smut.

How to Submit a Request:

Use my Ask box to make your request. State your chosen character and/or pairing, and include any details and preferences, such as a specific story, event, time period/age you would like me to tackle, or additional characters you would like me to include.

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Only one request per message/ask, please! However, hit that Ask button as many times as you’d like.

Anonymous requests are always welcome!

Please also be reminded that:

My Fic/HC Requests are always open. However, it will likely take a long time for me to write your story. I cannot guarantee a delivery time.

There is no "first come, first served" line. I work on whatever I'm inspired to write for the day. I jump around a lot--that's how my brain works.

Please only make a request if you can understand that I am a slow writer, and you are willing wait indefinitely for me to complete your fic.

If, for whatever reason, I know that I cannot fulfill your request, I will let you know immediately. I will never just ignore or delete a request.

You can always send me follow up Asks or Messages regarding your requests; I don't mind this at all!

Every fic I write is a special, custom gift from me to you. I do this for free, using whatever spare time and energy I can scrounge up. The only thing I ask for is your patience--and hopefully a Like or Reblog when the time comes!

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lif3lessb0dy · 2 days

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REQUESTS OPEN!!!

for who i will write? what will I write? please read this before asking for someone

mostly for my crushes but as the title says you can request sth

besides requests I write female x male parings (sometimes F!OC sometimes F!reader)

english isn't my first language and im still learning it so I can make mistakes in grammar etc, pls be understanding & nice

I DONT write smut/incest

Also often don't write character x character

FANDOMS;

pirates of the caribbean; the witcher(both games and netflix series); hazbin hotel; marvel; helluva boss; tokyo ghoul; devilman crybaby; lord of the rings/hobbit/silmarillion; thundermans; måneskin; encanto; club winx; w.i.t.c.h.; castlevania; stranger things; metal lords; star butterfly vs forces of evil; metal family; lolirock; rebel moon;

(will be updated)

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 2 years

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Take these Broken Wings and learn how to fly

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/EPKUHRL

by aeonianarchives

Reader is a son of Fëanor but did not swear the oath, and somehow survived till the third age, and is reunited with there friend from Gondolin, but he wants him to be more than a friend, this is slightly inspired by animatorwierdo’s Imagine being one of the sons of Feanor, but not swearing the oath.

Words: 3094, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit - All Media Types, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Glorfindel x Male!Reader, Erestor/Gildor Inglorion

Additional Tags: Rivendell | Imladris, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/EPKUHRL

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Imagine courting Lindir

(Sorry for the late delay, I was on a week long vacation and had no focus to publish these till the end of the week. I tried to make this sweet as possible so I hope you enjoy it,)

(Little note, this is a male reader, so you don’t get confused)

Requested by @gilairon-deactivated20221015

Warnings: none really, fluff, a possible inappropriate jokes, relationship stuff, Lindir being the sweetes boy.

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-You were one of the guards of Rivendell.

-You didn’t do much, to be honest. You guarded the gates, scouted the borders, and ensured everything was fine before taking the rest of the day off and doing your own things.

-You wanted an ordinary life, away from orcs, darkness, and bad things that once happened in your long elven life. You had seen and experienced too much, so it was time to go on retirement and take things easy.

-Then you met Lindir. He was just the sweetest being you had ever laid your eyes upon, and his voice made your heart beat louder than any war drums.

-When you saw him for the first time – it was like an arrow had pierced through your chest, making you feel immense love for this ellon.

-You could not help but become friends with him and try to win his heart.

-He was pleasant to talk to, and his giggles and laughs were worth hearing whenever you told him a joke or tried to flirt with him. He often called you shameless or scolded you for the inappropriate jokes, but seeing his flustered face was worth it.

-Over time — you finally asked him to court you. You prepared yourself to face rejection, but to your eternal happiness: he said yes. It was one of the happiest days of your life.

-Same-sex relationships were considered normal in elven communities. There were no ridiculous rules like among the humans, so you didn’t have to fear rejection. If anything, your people were happy for you.

-Your courtship started happily and smoothly.

-You love hearing his voice and music whenever you have free time from your duties. It became your favorite hobby as his voice was beautiful as the voices of the birds. It also helps you sleep better as you love to snuggle into his arms as he lulls you to sleep.

-You sometimes teased him with love songs of your own. You are not much of a singer, so your music wasn’t the best quality, and people might yell at you to be quiet.

-However, Lindir would feel flustered and have a red face whenever you embarrassed him with a new song while playing like a drunkard. He appreciates the gesture, but he will mentally die if you don’t take some classes and start playing well.

-You would do it, but you loved making him embarrassed way too much.

-At the end of the day, you two like cuddle up and read books to each other — telling about your day and sharing the horrors of serving lord Elrond’s family.

-A good laugh would always follow whenever you mention the latest shenanigans of the twins and Glorfindel, who often ends up as the target of their pranks.

-Talking about the twins, since you and Lindir were together. Elrond had a great idea of putting you and Lindir on duty to watch his children while he and his wife take a break.

-The twins and Arwen were handy, so you and Lindir got busy to ensure Rivendel did not get destroyed and Lindir’s soul would not leave his body whenever you decided to join in the shenanigans.

-You were considered the fun uncle, so you also got scolded if you did something naughty with the twins and Arwen – while Lindir was the one who gave the scolding.

-It was a sight to behold, and Glorfindel once jokingly remarked how Lindir was the wife in your relationship. You did not deny the thought because you planned to make him your husband one day.

-You were passionate about gardening and even had your little garden in your home. Lindir adored it and voluntarily helped you with the plants while you passionately told him about all the plants you had and their qualities.

-Lindir thinks it’s adorable and made him love you even more.

-You sometimes bring him flowers and fruits from your garden, raised by your love for him, which would make him blush and treasure them. He would take good care of your plants and put them in the prettiest vase he has in possession.

-You had no shame in using pickup lines or affectionate nicknames in public.

-You had no reason to hide them and show everyone how much you loved him, so you would effortlessly call him ”Birdy” or “Dear” without fear.

-He would feel flustered and call you a shameless idiot while you would only smile.

-You two keep your intimate moments behind the doors, though you do love to steal kisses from him here and then –flustering him so much that his ears get red.

-Behind the doors, things get more passionate. You found out your sweet Lindir possesses some dominance. You would sometimes be left breathless by Lindir when he suddenly latches his arms around your head and kisses you first, especially when there was pent-up stress.

-It was a surprise when he did it the first time, but it didn’t mean you did not enjoy it. Lindir was sometimes shy to show that side of him, fearing he might appear needy, but you reassured him it was alright because you’re always down to be the bottom if he felt like being on top.

-Saying that constantly earns you a smack on the head.

-Whenever you had to leave and join a battle. Lindir often feared you would return injured or didn’t return at all.

-You have both seen and lost many people, so losing you would break him.

-You would assure him you would be fine and always return to him because no force in Middle Earth could keep you away from him. You would only leave Middle Earth on a boat with him when it was time to return to Valinor and live your lives together on the undying lands till the end of times.

#lindir x reader #lindir #lindir headcanon #lotr x reader #lotr headcanon #hobbit x reader #hobbit headcanon #male reader #middle earth x reader #middle earth #tolkien #lindir x male reader #silmarillion #silmarillion x reader

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tiefliing · 1 year

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I posted 6,985 times in 2022

24 posts created (0%)

6,961 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 27 of my posts in 2022

#lotr - 9 posts

#tolkien - 8 posts

#lord of the rings - 6 posts

#elves - 5 posts

#rings of power - 5 posts

#thranduil - 3 posts

#silmarillion - 2 posts

#tiefliing - 2 posts

#fuck bezos - 1 post

#fuck amazon - 1 post

Longest Tag: 60 characters

#yes i am ashamed but it felt like thee tumblr aesthetic (tm)

My Top Posts in 2022:

psa: stop infantilizing men, especially trans men, and people with mental illness, period. even if they're bottoming. even if they have anxiety. even if whatever you're thinking rn. (unless that's how that individual person wishes to express themself, in which case good for them) but infantilizing men and people with mental illness especially in smut is so creepy and alienates a lot of readers.

x male reader stories are already hard enough to find, but when people infantilize men as a whole and go out of their way to fetishize trans men in particular, it becomes a disgusting mess. yes, some men present differently. yes, people with mental illness can present differently. that doesn't mean that entire group should be treated as babies and that doesn't mean you should write all your dialogue like a stereotypical shounen anime and/or overuse stuttering so much that it makes me embarassed to read it. some people have stutters and those stutters present differently too but it gets ridiculous when almost every fic says 'S-S-S-Senpai' EVERY SINGLE LINE instead of using actual descriptors and it makes me feel like nobody thinks of me as anything more than a child.

if that's how you men/people with mental illness roll, go for it! create! have fun! but the mass view of guys as chronically anxious little kids needs to go

9 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

Unfriendly reminder: put your long fics under a read more ESPECIALLY if they're smut. I'm minding my own goddamn business and don't wanna have to scroll through 3 miles of porn

9 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

that's it i'm going to mordor, who's in?

i don't know where the ring is or if i should carry it but if by my life or death i can defeat this evil you bet your ass i'm carrying a sword

in case i do start a fellowship i'm tagging some of my homies in case we wanna have an epic road trip

@middleearthsweetheart @gossip-guy-of-middle-earth

@erosofthepen

@onlystarshere

12 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

being part of the group of thranduil simps on here is like being in a group of drug dealers- official content has run dry so one person finds something and posts it and then the rest of us pass it around like a bag of crack where we just snort it and give it to the next person until we're all just high on being horny for a 6000+ y/o elf king

51 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i don't give a fuck that i reblogged that post five times- it needed to be said and i stand by that shit to my grave. thranduil is an underappreciated badass so fuck you

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lostinmemoria · 2 years

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also the fucking freaks posting "(insert male elf silmarillion character) x reader" in the tags

degenerates. go back to tiktok, you absolute 12 year olds

just getting reminded of everything i hate in "fandom" spaces

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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Is It Really Unrequited?

-ˋˏ ༻❁ featuring modern!celegorm x reader -ˋˏ ༻❁ fandom tolkien-the silmarillion -ˋˏ ༻❁ a/n for @i-did-not-mean-to spun the January Trope Roulette challenge! from @fellowshipofthefics with prompts of “mutual pinning” and “bodyguard au” - hope you like it :) ! - am so sorry this took this long. . .cliche af too - actually do not read it - probably ooc too am aint at a good place I REALLY CANNOT DO MODERN AU

You carefully stepped from the high stage – out of breath and drained from your performance, when suddenly a hand shot forward to help you down.

With a small hum you looked up, only to see Celegorm – your so called bodyguard your father had insisted upon. You knew Celegorm from a young age – he was your father’s student or apprentice after all.

He gave you a dashing grin – that made your heartbeat faster than it already was and more a moment you forgotten have to breath as it grew into a small smirk, his eyes shamelessly casting over your figure.

With a small smile of whatever is that you could muster, you took his calloused rough hands with a small thank you. Your body shivering slightly from the contact.

It was no lie, how much your heart yearned for him – but you could not bring yourself to say. It hurt you endlessly seeing him flirt his way through many. You wished desperately he would turn your way – at least once.

But you were always left as the person he was ordered to protect by your father. The media had already picked him up for his looks, not only that he was practically classed as a prince – anyone would wonder what he was doing as the bodyguard for some singer.

He probably hated the job for all you could know – but Celegorm was the only person your father could trust enough to protect you, who was still unaware of your feelings towards silver haired male.

“You looked dashing out there, doll.”

He said – his voice low and flirty making you gulp as you reached your dressing room.

“T-Thanks.”

You quickly mumble and get away from his hold to grab the water bottle near your dressing table – his touch was starting to make you flustered and his flirty tone did not help in the matter.

Just as you took the bottle, it was just as quickly taken off your hands.

You gave Celegorm a questioning look – only for him to hand you a chilled water drink from the fridge.

“Oh! Thank you, Celegorm.”

You said – taking the bottle to twist it open, but it already was for you.

You heard him scoff, receiving another questioning look from you as you began to drink.

“So it is Celegorm now, is it?”

He said – grabbing a bottle himself, his glared at it – his hand clenching it so hard, you were scared it would break somehow.

“Hmm. . .why?”

You wondered.

But a part you knew – you had always referred to him as Tyelko, his nickname. But you grown truly affectionate to that nickname sometimes it hurt to refer to him like – you needed to keep a distance, build a wall from further causing yourself heartache.

Tye- Celegorm would never choose you above the number of men and women that clamored around him, like moths to a flame.

“You always called me Tyelkormo. Why the sudden change? Or should I say changes? You look and interact me as am a stranger.”

He gazed up at you – the glaring softening slightly as he met eyes with you.

“Well, I mean-”

You began but he suddenly cut you off.

“Are you with him ?!”

You frowned at that question.

“With who?”

You tried to ask.

“That bloody actor, you are rumored to be with!”

He suddenly roared – it made you roar your eyes. Of course, when the media claimed that you were with someone Celegorm had the habit of getting mad, it made you incredibly frustrated as he claimed none of the celebrities you were rumored to be with were worth your time.

“You know what the media is like, Tyelko.”

You said softly and turned back your dressing table – looking through to find your schedule again.

You grumbled something under your breath – knowing your manager was going to scold you for losing it again.

Then suddenly, you were whipped around – a small yelp released from you.

Celegorm suddenly was towering over you and pushing you against the table.

You shivered in delight as one of his hand wrapped around your waist and the other came under your chin prompting you to look up at him as he raised your chin – your lips mere inches away from his.

You were practically inhaling his rich cologne.

“I need to know if that guy has my girl.”

He spoke – for a moment his voice was dangerously low.

You knew Celegorm would never hurt – it was why you were not fighting against him.

But the way he referred to you as his girl. . .that made your knees tremble.

“W-What. . .?”

You asked – the shock clear in your voice.

“Tell me, petal. . .are you really with him?”

Celegorm’s voice was suddenly soft – like it was soft pleading, a silver of hope he seemed to be holding on to – and you, you had the power to shatter or cradle it.

Your eyebrows frowned though – all of this never happened before.

“Tyelko. . .why?- Why are you asking me this?”

Celegorm sighed and then his hand under your chin joined the one around your wait too – then he placed his forehead against your forehead.

After taking a second to breathe he finally answered:

“I cannot believe you do not see it for yourself, petal. . .Do you see me calling anyone else petal? Holding anyone else like this? Caring about anyone else?”

Your eyes blinked in shock – Celegorm had been like this. . .he was never really. . .soft.

“Tyelko. . .But you have been with others. . .”

You slowly said with a shrug as you looked down.

“Only because you seem disinterested in me. . .I was trying to get over you. But I cannot fucking do it.”

He admitted through gritted pulled you closer.

Celegorm rested his head on your shoulder and slowly you pulled you arms around his head to hug him back.

“I love you too. . .”

You admitted – knowing that had been the way Celegorm would confess his feelings. Your eyes teared up unbelievingly on what was happening.

“Finally!”

He said and pulled back, only to pull you right back in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as his lips met your lips. You were frozen has his lips kissed you passionately.

“W-. . .Wait!”

You said – suddenly pushing him away and looked at with your wide eyes.

“You mean it?”

You asked – even though you had confessed, you were still very unsure about the whole ordeal.

With a lonely tear falling, you looked at him in a little worry. But Celegorm’s hand came forward and wiped it away gently.

“Of course, Y/N, I mean it! Why else would I beg your father to continuously for years to be your bodyguard, petal?”

Celegorm said softly.

That statement made you frown.

“What? You asked my father? W-What. . .Why?”

“From the moment I heard about your first dating moment, I really could not take it anymore, petal. . .I have not been with anyone since I took on this role, I promise you. . .”

He said – and he pressed a little kiss on your forehead.

“Tyelko. . .Why didn’t you tell me?”

You asked meekly.

“You were rejecting each of my advances, Petal. . . What could I do?”

Softly – you cupped his face. . .

“I didn’t realize. . .”

“It is alright – I have you to myself now. . .”

He smirked – hastily pulling you into another kiss. This time, you kissed back – giving into that passion. It was building up too – because you had not known of his feelings.

Celeg- Tyelko wanted you as much as you wanted him.

Finally. . .you are heart was rest, the aching healing through the firey love and affection Tyelko was showering you with. . .leaving you nothing but breathless, dizzy and addicted to more. . .

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silm taglist: @doodle-pops

tara’s taglist: @aeonianarchives @mslizziesblog @spidergirla5 @fizzyxcustard @wandererindreams @ranhanabi777 @asianbutnotjapanese

#queued to release #in the queue #celegorm x reader #modern au #celegorm #the silm #the silmarillion #tarawrites #tara writes shitty modern au. . .

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lamemaster · 8 months

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Weird urge to write an impeccably detailed fic about a hardcore spy with slick moves and a Silmarillion elf. From elf pov as they dream reader go through their insane missions. Ultimately dying in a sad failed mission. Only for the reader to wake up in Valinor with now their timelines aligned.

Write of healing and romance with a smooth badass reader that makes the entire Valinor swoon for them.

Should I do it? Or has someone already done it (if so, link pls 🤲)

Two options:

Is it just me or are you guys normal?

#fic poll #the silmarillion #spy reader #to do it or to not

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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In My Arms Tonight

Summary: Glorfindel is in your spot, ambushed your spot, you come to a agreement on it, but Erestor made you both realise something

Pairing: Glorfindel x Male!Reader, Mentioned Thranduil x Elrond, Mentioned Erestor x Lindir, Mentioned Legolas x Haldir, Mentioned Feren x Elros, Mentioned Aromantic Asexual Galion

Ft: Reader is Ecthelion's Brother

Everyone knew it was your spot, the same time, every day you went to the same spot to read, it was practically reserved for you, any time someone needed to find you to talk about your forge they found you there.

Being Forgemaster of Imladris people sought you out often, when you pushed the library doors open and got your book that you would see the annoying blond golden retriever again, admittedly he never visited the forge or where you sat in the library ever and you were always hidden away in one of them.

Glorfindel did not glance up from the book even when you slammed your own one shut and obnoxiously cleared your throat, you sighed, "That's my spot" Glorfindel glanced up at you smile plastered on his face.

"Y/n It is good to see you again, I was not aware Lord Elrond put your name on his seat where is it" Glorfindel stood and looked at the sofa he used to be cast on with his leg haphazardly over the arm of it.

"That's my spot" You repeated Glorfindel smiled and open his arms and offered you a place in them you sighed why did the Lord have to keep on trying to hit on you.

You picked up his leg and dropped it down on the floor and sat down coming to a compromise Glorfindel smiled, as you settled down next to him.

"What are you reading" you question regrettably starting conversation with the Lord whose grin only grew, but he muttered something you didn't hear.

"What, your going to have to talk up if you want me to heat you glorf" you questioned the blond lord who ears started to turn red. as he told you the name of the book you had recommended to Lindir and said it was your favourite. you set your book down and got him to read it to you.

You found his voice unusually nice you didn't realise you found yourself wrapped in Glorfindel's arms as he read the book to you he seemed really found and made no move to stop you especially as you rested your head on his chest.

The Blond wrapped his arms under yours and rested them on your back and contuied reading he watched as you fell asleep, put the book down when you did fall asleep and played with your hair which made you shift in your sleep, you looked so peaceful like all the stress had left you, you obviously liked him playing with your hair even if you reacted unconsciously to it, your hair was soft, Glorfindel imagined it was like Thranduil's if he allowed anyone to touch it which was doubtful, Glorfindel found it so relaxing he found himself falling asleep. The next time you wake, it’s dark. The moon casts a pale silver light in cross-hatch patterns along the floor, and you’ve wound yourself almost entirely around Glorfindel. He’s fallen asleep too with the book lying facedown on his chest.

“You know,” a voice cuts through the pleasant haze. “We have no shortage of beds in Imladris which are most suitable for sleeping. In fact, that is what they are for.”

Glorfindel shoots upright so quickly that you almost fall off the couch, and the book slips. Erestor catches it before it can hit the floor.

“And you mistreat your Lord Elrond's, no less.” The disapproval dripping from his voice is softened by the amusement twinkling in his grey eyes. You feel very warm. When you glance over at Glorfindel, his ears are an alarming shade of pink.

“Hang on,” you say, “I know I fell asleep first. Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Yes, Glorfindel. Why didn’t you?”

Glorfindel shoots Erestor a glare that could have melted through mithril. He mumbles something. Erestor leans forward. “A little louder, my lord?”

“Come, Erestor. I know you heard me.”

“Aye, but I think your friend did not.” Now Glorfindel’s ears aren’t the only things that are pink. He looks so adorable when he blushes.

“I fell asleep too.”

Erestor straightens. “I believe, in truth, what you said was: ‘because you’re cute’.”

The phrase sounds so absurd on Erestor’s lips that you actually laugh. Glorfindel shoots to his feet and you rush to say: “Oh! I am not laughing at you. I’m sorry.”

You however noticed the smile pulling at Erestor's lips as he teased his friend, as much as Erestor hated to disturb you, there was many a day he found you pulling all nighters some lasted weeks in a row, but you where on Glorfindel and he was sure you would murder him if he did not intervein he slightly wondered how Glorfindel got you to fall asleep on him.

Glorfindel rushes off not saying anything, you let out a laugh "I have not see him that embarrassed before" you said As he hurries away.

Erestor turns back to you and says: “Do not fret. Sometimes Lindir find my chest a most agreeable place to take a nap on himself.”

You glance to Erestor in confusion "You and Lindir" You questioned you didn't even think either of them liked each other in that way Erestor nodded

"I thought Lindir and Feren would always be a thing" You said Erestor shook his head.

"No Feren is with Elros" Erestor said you blinked blankly

"I thought Elros and Galion where a thing" You said Erestor gave a chuckle.

"You are so oblivious" Erestor said

"Let me guess Galion and Thranduil" Erestor shook his head

"Galion has no partner he found no need for one as he doesn't experience attraction in that way, as for Thranduil he and Lord Elrond have a thing and before you ask Legolas is with Haldir and not Elladan" Erestor said you sat there processing what Erestor just told you.

"You should follow Glorfindel" Erestor said you nodded and clicked your fingers and rushed off after the blond lord, by the time you reached him you had thrown yourself over Glorfindel's back.

"Why do you walk so fast" You complained to the Lord as he slouched at your weight on his back he stopped and turned to you.

"You never come after me voluntarily what did Erestor do" Glorfindel said you huffed.

"I don't always need a person to make me come over, it has just been that case more than once" you returned to Glorfindel, Without really thinking, you reach out and your fingertips brush against his.

Glorfindel's head shot up and his eyes met yours “You’re…you’re really cute, too.” you huffed looking away, out of the corner of your eye you saw Glorfindel have the biggest smile ever on, his hand caught your chin and turned it to him, you refused to meet his gaze, until his breath ghosted your lips, your eyes turned to him in shock, he grinned again before dipping low and kissing you, your eyes widened but then they eventually closed, you subconsciously wrapped your arms around the blonds neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss, you only separated when you needed air.

"Why didn't we do this earlier" You mutter as you pressed your forehead against his.

"Because you always avoided me or was mean to me and I never took Ecthelion seriously when your brother said you liked me I always thought it was some sick joke that would make you punch me and Ecthelion would laugh at me because his brother punched me in the face as well as a lot of other things like the fall of Gondolin and some other things like the time Ecthelion thought i was in love with him" Glorfindel said, you intertwined your fingers it was a warm night.

"Do you want to contuied what we started" you suggested an even larger grin found it's way onto Glorfindel's face he pulled you to your room as it was the closest, he took a seat on the chaise lounge and opened his arms you found yourself between his legs head rested on his chest and his arms wrapped around you and you had your arms wrapped around him, you sighed in contentment and you both let yourselves fall asleep again, knowing you would probably not be bothered until the afternoon or if Lindir decides to practice in the courtyard with his harp, the second you would prefer.

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