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Blythe was very happy to grow up in Lord Amras's town. She had heard that in the western forest the elves took no notice of the common people at all. Blythe was sure the village would not have made it though the drought without elves bringing waybread and digging tranches to hold what little rain water there was, so a few fields at least could grow. Her belly had still gnawed with hunger more days than not that year, but none had died, and the children grew as strong as their parents.

She had heard that in the north the elven lords required all the men to fight orcs for years, and they came back maimed or not at all. Here, all the men but one could stay in the village and do their craft and tend their fields, and the who lived with their lord always came back safe. Even in her great-grandfather's day, when his uncle had left the castle after only a year, Lord Amras had not punished him, and had simply chosen a different man. (The whole village shunned the one who left early, and none would marry him, but that was his own fault.)

The village was called Telurin, named in the old elf tongue, the one that only those chosen by the lord learned. It was named after one of their lord's kin who had died. That was fitting, for all in the town were kin to their lord by now. Even those like Blythe who were not directly star-born were still the grandchildren or great-grandchildren of those who were. One of Blythe's childhood friends was the son of a newcomer to the village, but he had married and stayed so now he was kin too, if not by blood.

Blythe had only resented Lord Amras's rule once. Her courtship with Swithin had been very enjoyable, and she had pictured a life together with him, marrying and raising children in the village. Swithin was handsome, looking nearly like an elf, with hair as bright as autumn leaves, and none of the rough features seen in the merchants who occasionally came through. It should not have been a surprise then that Lord Amras chose Swithin to live with him in the castle; of course the elf-lord wanted the best. Blythe had been barely grown, and it had seemed thoroughly unfair, and she ha sulked for weeks. Still, she had her friends, and her parents and siblings, and all the rest of her kin, and she eventually accepted it. When Swithin returned next year to help with the harvest for a week, Blythe was engaged to the blacksmith's son.

Blythe's wedding had been beautiful, and of course Lord Amras attended. He cared for all the people of the town, and came to their celebrations whenever he was not busy protecting them. Blythe blushed at first when she told such a great lord when she last bled, but she understood it was for her health, and so Lord Amras would know which day to lay with her for a star-born child. The actual bedding was gentle and even enjoyable, despite such an intimidating partner. Her new husband was impatient, but he had grown up here too and knew the way of things; it only made him more determined to prove his skills for the rest of their honeymoon.

So Blythe's life continued, same as any other in the village. She birthed four children, and they all lived through infancy, which was lucky but not remarkably so. Her elder daughter liked to tease the younger two that they were less pretty for not being star-born, but Blythe made sure they knew looks weren't everything. Her onetime beau came back from the castle after fourteen years, having learned carpentry beyond the skills of any in the village while he was away; Lord Amras took a young man from the village with him. He married the wheelwright's daughter and built a magnificent wagon for them to ride in on their wedding day.

The only worrying thing was when Bltyhe's son wished to marry her youngest daughter. It was common enough for cousins to marry, or for two star-born of different households to marry, but not two kin from the same household! Blythe agreed that they were both of age, and both of them were good enough for the other, but she still was uneasy at the idea and withheld her blessing for a time. Such a marriage had never happened in all the history of the town - and indeed, all in town knew their ancestry quite well, which involved knowing everyone else's soon enough - and she worried that it was forbidden. When next Lord Amras came to town, she brought the matter to him in private, not wishing to have her children gossiped about. If the lord disapproved, her son and daughter would find others to wed, and that would be much easier without the strangeness of having courted his own sister hanging over her son's head.

Lord Amras has smiled slightly when Blythe explained her concern, but his voice was tinged with sorrow. "I suppose I should have expected it, with so much your kin's blood being mine, but this is the first time anyone has wished for such a marriage in Telurin. But it is not a sign of an evil heart to desire a spouse so close. I will look over your son and daughter, to be sure their union will give strong children. If they are healthy, I see no reason why they can't be wed, providing you and your husband approve of the match."

"Of course we will agree to the match, I can hardly go tell myself that my household is lesser than itself and therefore not worthy to wed in. But why would the strength of the children be a concern?"

"Among Men outside the village, the children of close kin are often weak, and die before adulthood even if there is not drought or famine or plague. It is not a concern among elves though, and the whole village is far more closer to elves than most."

"Your lordship has blessed us for generations," Blythe agreed. "I would be honored if you would look at my children."

So Lord Amras came to her house, and spoke to her husband and her children. Then Blythe and her husband went to tend the fields for an hour, and Lord Amras met with her son and daughter in private.

That evening, Lord Amras pronounced that the marriage of her son and daughter would be healthy. He kissed them both on the forehead, then clasped their hands together between his own. "May you have a long and happy life together, with the one who has known you for your whole life." Then he bowed and kissed their hands, as if they were the lord and him the subject. Lord Amras left before anyone could think of an appropriate response to such honor.

So you see, Blythe really did have the best elven lord.

#breeding for results kink #not archived yet

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As far as Celebrimbor could see, the problem with the Silmarils hadn't been that everyone wanted to steal them. That was inherent in making any object of power worth the name.

The problem was that the Silmarils could be stolen. Feanor wore them or set them down in a vault as he pleased, and then it was a simple matter for someone to pick them up. Celebrimbor would not make that mistake.

Celebrimbor made three rings and told no one. He had made lesser rings before but these would be his great work, the type of thing which could only be made once. They said that the Silmarils held part of Feanor's spirit and reflected the bliss of Valinor; Celebrimbor would do one better.

The Three rings would channel Celebrimbor's spirit and magnify it, allowing him power he could never reach unaided. He had designed rings for men and dwarves before, and the Three looked superficially similar. They were ring designed for elves, made by an elf, worn by an elf, but more than that the Three were the rings of elves. They channeled beauty and resilience, arrogance and grandeur, lasting for all the ages of the world. The echoes reached out to every elf in Ost-in-Edhil, reminding them that Arda was their inheritance, to shape and cherish and rule. As long as Celebrimbor believed in the strength of his people, they would have it.

As for theft, that had been a simple matter to solve, though far from painless. The Three were made of Celebrimbor's soul, but they became part of of his flesh as well.

Celebrimbor had done much of the forging normally, setting the gems and singing songs of power until the metal seemed to glow with purpose. Each future ring was only a curved bar though, the end unjoined and sharp. They were not complete, and would unravel in a matter of weeks if not finished.

When the enchantment for Narya was missing only the last step, Celebrimbor went down to the forge and heated it once more, letting the metal grow soft enough to bend without letting it loose any symmetry. Then he stabbed it into his body, binding its power to him forever. He nearly screamed in pain as his flesh sizzled, but that was why he hard started with the ring of flame. Celebrimbor did not die, and carefully bent the ring closed and melted the ends together. Then he ducked his whole body into the water barrel to quench the ring, letting himself drift in pain for a few moments before coming up for air.

Narya, the ring of fire, he placed near his heart. Vilya was next, mirroring it and close to his lungs, the ring of air moving with his every breath. Nenya was last, and most difficult. He had been able to see hi own chest when completing VIlya and Narya, but Nenya would go in his tongue, so each sip of water would be blessed by his own creation. Celebrimbor drew on Narya's power to withstand the flame, and Vilya's to keep from drowning as he quenched the final point.

Celebrimbor locked himself in the forge for three days to finish the Three, and at the end there was no other elven work as great.

#celebrimbor #working title was Celebrimbor and the worst piercings #celebrimbor of eregion #canon divergence i guess

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Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?

#hydra trash party is what led to this blog

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(me bolting upright ib bed) TYELCURVO (the shi0 name) CAN BE TYELKO/FEANOR OR TYELPE/FEANOE OR TYELPE/CURUFIIB OR TYLRKOs/cRYELPE (if u go with curvo naked tyelpe after hismefl again) OMGGFFDFGGG e!

(anywya i just types this out wihout purtib my glasses on. am Not going to fix the tyois because is this a Revelation ot am i just tripoinf and Need To Gi BackbTo Sleeo? most likely yes l’mao)

#inspiration #this is a genius idea OP #and consider: two of these at once #Curufin is fucking his brother and Celebrimbor is fucking his grandpa

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"daddy, I've been a bad boy" is widely sexualised, BUT why not "son, I've been a terrible father"

#Curufin/Celebrimbor

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Elrond and Elros were lovers, and that's the founding of Numenor's royal family.

Elrond brings this up casually with Celebrian a couple years after they marry and is surprised she's so upset. She already knew that he'd had others lovers but promised he wasn't married and he was over all of them, what's the big deal?

Elrond and Elros were everything to each other. They had to be, with their family gone, their captors who raised them gone, their home city sacked, their childhood prison abandoned, the land they grew up in crumbling into the sea. They loved each other in every way, and relied on each other utterly.

But they knew it couldn't last. Elros wanted to venture beyond the very bounds of the world, while Elrond wished to learn everything he could about Arda no matter how many ages it took. Elros chose the fate of Men, and Elrond the fate of Elves, and in a few decades or centuries they would be sundered forever. Indeed they would be parted even sooner, as Elros was now a king of Men, and would leave to the Isle of the Gift to found his kingdom once things were prepared.

Elrond wasn't going to let him go alone though. Sure, Elros would have soldiers and servants and subjects, but no family. (Elrond at least would have cousins, Celebrimbor and Galadriel and Gil-Galad and Celeborn, even if no closer kin.) Elros needed someone who loved him unconditionally, who was devoted to him entirely, who understood the burden of royalty.

Elrond bore their first son. He named the boy Vardamir, as perhaps there were enough El- names in the family for now, but it was still good to honor the stars and their lady.

Elros took the next turn being pregnant, letting Elrond smooth ruffled feathers at Gil-Galad's court. They told no one, of course, who had gotten Elrond with child, as no one would ever understand. But the pregnancy and birth had been hard to disguise, and so too it was strange to all that the babe would be raised by his "uncle". Elrond explained that the child seemed like a Man, and so would have greater joy in a Mannish kingdom, and none but Elros knew enough to contradict him.

Tindomiel had just begun the flower of her maidenhood when Elrond bore the twins' third child. He spun the same tale about a mortal lover who didn't wish to be named, and a certainty that the child was mortal. No one quite knew how Peredhel inherited, including Elrond and Elros, but having a Man as another parent seemed plausible enough. And Elrond's repeated unwed pregnancies were scandalous and unconventional, but naming the boy Manwendil seemed appropriately pious. Elrond told his brother that he had no motherly foresight, only good wishes. But perhaps Manwendil and Vardamir would love each other as well as their namesakes; perhaps Elrond and Elros's love for each other would be reflected in their sons.

Vardamir was tall and strong with a full beard when he helped his king and father onto the ship that would take them to Numenor. Normally Elros was a capable sailor, but Vardamir worried for him, already halfway along in his pregnancy. It seemed fitting, for the King to be the first one to give birth in their new homeland, the youngest child of the royal family as the first native of Numenor. Truly, Atanalcar was evidence of the glory of Men.

#elrond/elros #elros/elrond #not archived yet

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fëanor watching curvo pleasuring himself in formenos and being so turned on by it because it’s literally as if he’s looking at himself… yeah…

#inspiration #question is if Curufin's aware Feanor is watching and putting on a show? #or is Feanor being a voyeur (and claiming it's not creepy because it's ''his own body'' that he's watching have sex)?

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#polls #come for the verb #slight preference for cum for the noun but either is fine #as long as the verb is 'come' with the past tense 'came' NOT 'cummed'

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In light of the fact that Tumblr has rumbles of doom again, I wanted to share a link to my Silmarillion darkfic server! It's pretty small, but we have fun. I tend to discuss similar stuff as on this blog, and other folks bring up their favorite ways to torment elves and Men.

I am the mod and posted rules because I like writing long things, but they basically boil down to "don't be a dick to real people."

The server is an 18+ space.

#I am not planning to go anywhere as long as tumblr is still mostly functional #I also am not messaging the CEO to tell him what a horrible job he's doing (even though it's true) so I don't expect them to nuke my accoun #but in case other people are or want a backup method of staying in touch #also my discord handle is tehhumi

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What’s hot about balls? I swear I’m asking sincerely

its like asking whats hot about pussy people just like what they like

#reference #balls

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Your mind is fucking awesome. You've completely convinced me of Sam-Dean Maemags. What's the end point, in your opinion? Do they ever come together (in Arda, after the twins leave, post reimbodiment, etc) Hell, even Maedhros dying and leaving Maglor to live life alone like Sam had to live after Dean's death is a near match in theme. I am a romantic at heart and I like to imagine that somewhere thousands of years down the line they share their own little reimbodied corner of the universe just like Sam and Dean share a heaven. Maybe it's a fortress, or a cabin in the woods, or maybe just a little camp in a plentiful forest where they won't be bothered (or noticed, if they sleep in the same bed roll...)

The boring answer is that they never actually commit that final sin/devotion with each other before Maedhros dies, and once Reborn they're no longer trapped together alone. They almost never speak of "how things were in the end", and do their best to ignore how much they need each other. They try to build separate lives as separate people.

But like I said, that's boring.

I think they fuck at least once in the late first age, with a flimsy excuse, probably due to one of their injured pride.

Maglor does a bad job hiding in the woods one time and Maedhros hears someone moving nearby. Maedhros tells him to come out and face me, would you really sneak attack someone who's jerking it? Maglor walks into the clearing so that Maedhros will no it's just him, not an orc or a bandit, and will stop yelling and giving their position away to actual threats. Maedhros says "Maglor!" in surprise, and comes.

After that, the boundary is broken. The other of them might as well stay and keep watch while his brother masturbates. (At minimum Maedhros should get to see Maglor's O-face once, so the intimacy between them stays even with neither having an imbalance over the other (that's a huge lie.) But also it's maybe practical.) The one who's keeping watch has to keep his stare moving, alert for any danger. And when Maglor is masturbating he gazes at Maedhros, so he'll know in an instant if Maedhros goes on alert. Not because he likes looking at his brother while stroking his cock, of course. But they both notice - and say nothing about - that they come faster than when their brother was off in the woods giving them "privacy".

I like the idea of them reembodied in a little cabin together. Somewhere far up in the mountains where no one else goes. Maedhros goes into Tirion for Fingon's centennial birthday parties, and Maglor goes to the every twenty years greatest concert in Aman, and the both visit Nerdanel once a decade. Other than that they keep to themselves. Their family knows that each of them is off living alone in the wilderness, but not that they're doing it together.

They don't get many visitors, but even when they do it's not hard to hide that they're living together. Maedhros will claim to be just visiting, or perhaps Maglor will spot the visitor before they spot him and vanish into the trees for the entire visit. The house has one bed, a few clothes that are short on Maedhros and long on Maglor, a rocking chair and an armchair that perhaps are just fir the inhabitant's different moods. There isn't anything as obvious as only two bowls or plates, they packed up a full set or ceramic dishes and half of it broke when hiking in. So there are three mugs and five plates and two bowls, and you gave no idea how many people live there. The weapons in the closet might reveal that someone is here who favors the longsword, or the bassoon in the corner reveals a musician. But even Curufin, when he visits, just believes that Maedhros visits Maglor more often than he does. After all, the cabin is so tiny, two people could never get away from each other there for even a moment, no one could possibly share that space without going insane.

Fic rec: Strange Currencies by jouissant is about Maedhros being reborn in Valinor, after he and Maglor married each other mostly by accident when wandering dying Beleriand. And elves can see in each other's eyes when someone is married, so Maedhros is trying to avoid anyone else putting two and two together that the brothers were both unmarried when last people saw them, and then wandered off together. It's very good and very similar vibes to this.

#not archived yet #supernatural maemags #cabin layout is studio apartment but more so #the outhouse is separate and that's it #the bed is against one wall next to the fireplace which has cozy chairs in front and hooks for hanging a stew pot or roasting something #the bathtub is immediately to one side when you enter the front door and the dining table is to the other #there's a wardrobe for clothes and a giant sea chest full of weapons and everything else hangs from the rafters

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I don't mind the addition at all!

And yes for only touching when they need medical attention. There's no one else you trust when you're weak and vulnerable, it has to be your brother, even when they are somewhere with a trained healer. And if Maglor goes out and finds a group of orcs to fight solo, he's just being proactive about defending them, not looking to get hurt. And Maedhros jumping in front of a blow meant for Maglor is done out of completely normal fraternal concern, not the fact that he wants tender care more then he wants to touch his brother's body (at least this week.)

How much interweaving of lives is normal with your travel companion? What if you've known him for literally as long as you can remember? What if he's the only person you've told your real name in years? You have to know his every heartbeat as well as your own in order to stay safe in the wild. Anticipating what he'll say even before he thinks it is important so you're on the same page about where to go next. Him seeing every inch of your naked body means you can't get a rash or cut that you don't notice in all the aches of life on the road. It's practical.

(So is knowing how long he takes to come, what his voice sounds like in pleasure. It means you don't leave him in danger, and would know if someone was torturing him. You don't actually wish to hear your name on his lips one time when you lurk just out of view.)

At some point you stop denying the rumors in a new town, as no one believes you anyway. This is my partner, our names are Sorhdeam and Rolgam. (Partner in battle and crime and life and doom, and what does it matter if strangers think you also fuck each other?) We're warriors just passing though, we'll be gone in a day or a year. In the meantime we'll fight off the monsters in exchange for somewhere to sleep indoors, as long as it will fit both of us. (You can't sleep when you can't see him, can't know he's safe, can't know he'd kill anyone who snuck up on you in the night.) Yes, he is beautiful. Yes, I'm very lucky to have him. Do you have any fabric we could buy? Pelts don't work well for undergarments.

The normal thing to do after killing so many and watching so many people you love die would be to die yourself of despair; the right thing to do according to the Valar would be to surrender. Since you're not doing that, every thing else has to be built from the ground up. Is this right? Is this normal? Is this kind? Does it make you happy? The answer is always "no", but stopping would be worse.

Someone needs to compare Maedhros and Maglor to Sam and Dean from the early seasons of Supernatural. Someone in story I mean, I know I've done it. I don't know how the heck to get the show present in Middle Earth, but Maedhros would be so insulted. I need to see his face.

Inspired by @shinelikethunder saying (in regards to Wincest) that the most normal relationship they could have at that point is incest - at least there's a word for it.

He's your brother and too good for you and he tried to leave and you resent him for that. But of course when your father needs him he comes back (never for you though. for Dad and for the cause, but no questions as to how you've been.) You two are killers and terrify everyone around you, and maybe it's for the best that no one gets too close. It's you two against the world, ever since he took care of you as a young child (or you raised him, does it matter which anymore?) You want to protect him from how ugly and evil things can be but resent his naivety. You've been alone for years with no one to rely on, just a solitary warrior, with him by your side. You've fought each other and let innocents die to save him and let him be tortured to save innocents and killed for him and he's done the same for you. It's all for your father's legacy, for vengeance, for justice, you promise each other. No one else could understand. You give him porn as a birthday present because that's the last human impulse you can recall. You get drunk with him and go back to the same room where you fall asleep staring at each other and if you both reached out your hands you could touch. But you won't because what if he doesn't reach back? and he won't for the same reason. All you have left is him and your family legacy and way too many weapons.

#maemags #wincest #supernatural #using Nereb and Dungalef name style #supernatural maemags #<- the other post in that tag is not really similar but I was chewing on the same idea when I wrote it

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Someone needs to compare Maedhros and Maglor to Sam and Dean from the early seasons of Supernatural. Someone in story I mean, I know I've done it. I don't know how the heck to get the show present in Middle Earth, but Maedhros would be so insulted. I need to see his face.

Inspired by @shinelikethunder saying (in regards to Wincest) that the most normal relationship they could have at that point is incest - at least there's a word for it.

He's your brother and too good for you and he tried to leave and you resent him for that. But of course when your father needs him he comes back (never for you though. for Dad and for the cause, but no questions as to how you've been.) You two are killers and terrify everyone around you, and maybe it's for the best that no one gets too close. It's you two against the world, ever since he took care of you as a young child (or you raised him, does it matter which anymore?) You want to protect him from how ugly and evil things can be but resent his naivety. You've been alone for years with no one to rely on, just a solitary warrior, with him by your side. You've fought each other and let innocents die to save him and let him be tortured to save innocents and killed for him and he's done the same for you. It's all for your father's legacy, for vengeance, for justice, you promise each other. No one else could understand. You give him porn as a birthday present because that's the last human impulse you can recall. You get drunk with him and go back to the same room where you fall asleep staring at each other and if you both reached out your hands you could touch. But you won't because what if he doesn't reach back? and he won't for the same reason. All you have left is him and your family legacy and way too many weapons.

#shit posting #not archived yet #inspiration #okay maybe I'm misremembering the porn as a birthday present but i /think/ Dean did get ''skin mags'' to cheer Sam up once? #and Maglor would totally say yeah i heard a bawdy song lately let me sing it to take your mind off the dead orcs #rambling #for best vibes set it basically any time after the nirnaeth - though btwn the braggolach and Luthien's quest for the silmaril is also good

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"What the hell are you two doing?"

Curufin looked up from where his cock pounded into Fingolfin's ass. The king's arms were tightly bound, and Celegorm has holding his head down besides. There was little chance he'd escape while Curufin talked with the new arrival.

"Hello Maedhros. We're fucking the usurper, obviously. He's far better at taking cock than issuing commands, and it's only right for him to serve-"

"Stop talking right now, and stop touching the king of the Noldor."

"Easy enough," Celegorm said. "Father's been dead for years."

"Don't joke. Out! I'll meet you in my quarters - give your weapons to my valet."

Curufin pulled out - he wanted to come, but him being knotted to Fingolfin would make the next part more difficult. Celegorm let go as well, and Fingolfin immediately rolled over onto his back, to better protect his ass and to see what was going on. Curufin couldn't be sure, but Fingolfin's cock seemed slightly smaller than a few hours ago.

"If you wanted to join in, all you had to do was ask," Celegorm said on his way out of the room.

Curufin thought that was laying it on a bit thick, but he said nothing.

When they got to Maedhros's room, Curufin and Celegorm both dutifully handed over their weapons to the confused valet. Celegorm then picked up one of the many knives Maedhros had hidden around his room, and began twirling it idly.

"I can't believe you talked me into that," Celegorm complained.

"You certainly seemed to enjoy it at the moment."

"Yeah, but there are plenty of people I can fuck way easier, even alphas I could bitch without getting arrested by Maedhros with my dick out!"

"We haven't even been sentenced yet, it's far too early give up hope."

"Hope for eventually your schemes to work, sure. But it's going to be something boring and tedious like confinement to quarters, not a quick beating that could be over and done with."

"What, would you rather be executed for attacking the high king?"

It was at that moment that Maedhros once again intruded on their conversation. "Again, I would like an explanation."

"How is our dear uncle faring?" Curufin asked.

"Terrified and suspicious and likely to go into heat before sunset. Did neither of you consider the ramifications of turning the highest ranked alpha in the land, before getting your petty revenge? I expected at least Curufin to think through the consequences."

"Hey," said Celegorm. "I resent that remark! I do think through the consequences - you'd hear so many more complaints about me if I didn't know how to avoid getting caught."

"And yet, you got caught in the act this time."

"Well yeah, otherwise Fingolfin might think you arranged it, and not let you become king."

"Excuse me? This is sounding more like a scheme to fragment the Noldor out of misplaced pride."

Curufin said, "Not to fragment the Noldor, to unify the kingdom. With a good reason why Nolofinwe can no longer rule, and his greatest rival having just mated him."

"Why would Nolofinwe have me share his heat, out of anyone on the continent?"

"You did just heroically burst in and rescue him. He'll want someone of appropriate rank, and none of our cousins can get here today, nor can a message reach Doriath to suggest a marriage alliance. He could either go with a random soldier, you, or his own eldest son. Or I suppose Celegorm or I, but he must thoroughly hate us now."

"You are planning a lot for me without consulting me at all. Need I remind you who is the eldest of our house?"

"You would've called it treason and not agreed, and even if you had he wouldn't trust you if you'd help rape him. As it is, you're merely making the best of a bad situation."

"A situation that you deliberately engineered, by raping the person you've sworn allegiance to."

"I could have tried the old wives tales about putting semen in his breakfast, but I'm only in the city for a month."

"Less than that, I expect."

"Oh, are you exiling us from Ethel Sirion?"

Celegorm muttered, "If only we were so lucky."

Maedhros ignored him. "King Fingolfin is going to sentence you once he recovers. In the meantime, as head of house and your liege-lord, discipline falls to me. You two are confined to quarters, and guards posted at the doors."

"For how long?" Celegorm asked.

"Until the Fingolfin is fit to pass judgement."

"He's an omega bitch now, he can't recover from that. He no longer has the balls to make tough calls, and he won't ever again. Me sitting around isn't going to change that."

Maedhros glared. "He will be done with his heat in a week. If he is still unsteady then, or wants more time before he has to look at your faces, I can take you back to Himring and throw you in the cells there. They've been cleaned adequately since he last time I held an orc for questioning."

#alpha bitching #alpha/beta/omega au #curufin and celegorm bitch fingolfin

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#reminder that Tolkien said all elves had long hair

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Maedhros smiled as Maglor slipped into his room. Maglor was far too old to be frightened by thunderstorms, but he still spent more nights cuddled in his big brother's arms than in his own bed. Maedhros enjoyed it as well, knowing that his favorite sibling was happy, some part of his alpha hind-brain relaxed at having his pack close. The two of them spent a lot of their time awake together as well, Maglor composing or researching, while Maedhros penned letters and embroidered, to the point there was now a second desk in Maedhros's study.

So there was no reason for Maglor to look nervous to intrude.

Maedhros held out his hands for a hug and Maglor willingly went, nearly tackling Maedhros to the bed.

"What's wrong?"

"Alphas don't cuddle with other alphas, do they?"

"It's not like it's forbidden, it's just that we get territorial. You're still a kid though, I like having you here."

"Not when I mature though."

"It will be awkward, but I'll get past it. We're more than our instincts, we are the Noldor, the wisest and most cunning beings in all Arda."

"Is the thing about not liking someone watching out for you true, or just a stereotype?"

"I don't mind someone watching out for me, but someone overseeing me and directing me itches. It doesn't come up much though."

"It would for me though, if I'm an alpha and keep hanging out in your room."

"I suppose."

"And alphas can't kiss each other. We couldn't even give familial kisses on the cheek, in case we slip."

"We could take turns, with one person holding very still. And one accidental kiss isn't enough to Change someone."

"Still, I don't want to be alpha."

"You have to grow up sometime, and the healer has known you were an alpha since you were a child. You're even called 'Commanding Finwe', I'm sure you'll get used to it."

"I have to grow up sure, but why does that mean I have to be an alpha? The healers are wrong sometimes."

"They get it wrong perhaps one time out of two dozen. You should accept and plan for being an alpha, not hope for a rare chance that you can't do anything about."

"I can do something about it though! I want to be an omega, and I can make it happen."

"No one has a way to let an undeveloped child pick their presentation."

"If the healers had said I was an omega and I wanted alpha, than sure, I'd be out of luck. But there is one very well known way to Change an alpha into an omega." Maglor moved his thigh between Maedhros's, rubbing against Maedhros's cock.

"What - you can't be serious!"

"Why not?"

"You're just a kid, way too young to make such a decision. The only people who Change are centuries old and deciding to follow their partner."

"I'm not that young. I've been waking up hard the last three days."

"That's no evidence of maturity, and Mom and Dad will never let you get fucked by a stranger just because you don't want things to get awkward between us."

"Oh, I agree we shouldn't tell Mom and Dad, and I'm not gong to find a stranger."

"Good."

"I want to suck your cock every morning until I go into heat."

"What??"

"You heard me quite clearly."

"I must not have, because it sounded like you wanted to Change by committing incest!"

"Maybe. Or maybe this is just my natural omega instinct to submit to a strong, loving alpha."

"There's nothing natural about his, Maglor. You're confused."

"Am I? Then why are you turned on?"

"It's a purely physical reaction to stimulus."

"The stimulus of having a young omega in your bed."

"No!! Just of having someone touching me there."

"Would it be so bad, really, to touch me? Am I so hideous that it's such an imposition?"

"That's not-"

"Come on, you said for yourself that just one kiss wouldn't hurt."

"A kiss, not a blowjob."

"Still, give me a chance to prove I want this."

"That's not the question!"

"Oh? Then what questions do you have for me, alpha?" Maglor looked up through his eyelashes at Maedhros.

"There's no questions, because there's no argument you can give that would make this a reasonable action."

"Sure there is. I could say that I'd go find someone else to Change me. Ecthelion's just a year older, and handsome enough. I don't think he even knows I'm not an omega yet, he'd have no reason to suspect I'm anything more than an eager slut."

"Don't you dare!" Maedhros held Maglor to him tighter as if Maglor might leave and seduce the other student right now. Maglor wriggled closer so his ass was under Maedhros's right hand.

"No? Why shouldn't I, as it wouldn't be incest?"

"Ecthelion isn't good enough for you."

"Oh, it wouldn't be anything serious, not bonding or even letting him fuck me. Just playing with his cock until I get what I want."

"You are still far too young to Change your body so entirely."

"I told you, I'm not sure I'm an alpha. My dick doesn't have a knot as far as I can tell, not that I've seen one in person."

"Maglor, we've gone swimming together often. You've seen my dick."

"Not when it's hard and your knot is full and throbbing. It's not as noticeable when you're soft."

"You're just trying to get me to take off my clothes to show you my cock."

"I could show you mine instead. You'd have to touch me though to be sure, I won't accept a glance from across the room as proof that I'm already doomed to life as an alpha. You could look at my hole as well, see if I'm starting to get slick." Maglor reached one hand between them to begin unlacing the tunic, brushing against Maehdros's hands as he did so.

"Keep your clothes on! You can look at my knot and see if it resembles yours, but you may not touch."

"Thank you!" Maglor kissed Maedhros on the cheek, a quick familial press of the lips an no more. Then he stood back and looked expectantly.

Maedhros stood as well, feeling self-conscious, but unfastened his pants. Really, he thought it's the best way to dissuade Maglor. To show him that his body is that of a normal alpha, and quickly before he has any more foolish ideas - or worse, acts on them.

Maglor knelt down in front of Maedhros.

"I said-"

"I know, I'm not going to touch you! But I can't see the base well standing up, I need to be closer."

"You ought to get more sleep if you can't see what's five feet in front of your," Maedhros grumbled, but he held still.

Maglor turned his head to one side and the other. He leaned down to view Maedhros's knot from below, then stretched up to see the tip, bracing himself with one hand on his brother's hip. Maedhros stood stock still, not daring to move a muscle.

"Thank you for letting me look," Maglor said, still so close his breath hit Maedhros's cock as a warm wind.

"So now you've seen an alpha's knot, and we can be done."

"Yes, I've seen your knot and it's highly impressive. I don't have one though."

"What? But you're an alpha!"

"Maybe I'm not. Maybe I'm an omega all along, and I'm supposed to take a knot rather than have my own."

"Maybe it just hasn't expanded yet, wait a week or two and I'm sure you'll have a nice girthy knot."

"I suppose," Maglor sighed, and his lips nearly brushed Maedhros's shaft. "It seems such a waste though, if I get one and don't want it, meanwhile you have a gorgeous cock and don't do anything with it."

"I'm sure I'll find someone to marry someday," Maedhros responded a bit nonsensically.

"Perhaps. But that's a long time away, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Can I please suck you? Even if I'm an alpha, I want to know every part of you."

"You've just spent several minutes staring at my dick, you won't learning anything more by touching it."

"Maybe not with my hands, but I am a singer. My mouth and tongue are how I shape my craft, can I not practice my art with you?"

"Why are you so insistent?"

"Like I said, I want you. And If I'm really an alpha, this might be the last time in a while you're comfortable letting me this close."

"I'll always let you hug me, Maglor."

"Sure, but it will take effort. Can't I do this for you just once?"

Maedhros sighed. "How Can I say no to you? Once, and then we never speak of it again."

"I promise, I won't mention it if you don't," Maglor said. He leaned forward and licked the tip of Maedhros's cock.

#omegaverse #alpha/beta/omega au #alpha bitching #maemags #not archived yet #I leave it up for interpretation how much Maglor is lying about his own body