#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ characters I write for ⠀〳 ⠀reader ❜᭡ㅤㅤ

·⊰ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬 : imagine them walking in on you changingㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THRANDUIL

ʚ "must you be so indecent!"

ʚ realises he walked into YOUR room unannounced and mutters an apology

ʚ leaves immediately after

ʚ probably calls back for you to lock the door next time despite knowing it was clearly his fault for not knocking

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEGOLAS

ʚ poor bby nearly fell to the floor face first

ʚ immediately slapped a hand over his eyes and stuttered out a slew of apologies

ʚ "I-I am so so sorry, forgive me, you're very beautiful? — uhm, sorry, sorry"

ʚ couldn't look you in the eye for the next coming days without going bright pink

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMAIRON

ʚ does a little once over, completely unfazed

ʚ locks eyes with you and starts the conversation he came here for

ʚ wouldn't really show any difference if you confronted him, merely arch his brow

ʚ "what? your physical form is rather fair anyway, I see no issue. this is more important."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MELKOR

ʚ "nice. anyway —"

ʚ continues on conversation as though this is completely normal

ʚ would not be ashamed to look you over, he has no filter

ʚ if you were to grow flustered he'd definitely tease you on it to wit's end

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MANWË

ʚ you have never seen a man turn more pink in your entire life

ʚ covers his eyes with BOTH hands

ʚ the most far from graceful you have seen him as he stumbles out of the room, probably refusing to remove his hands even after he's long gone

ʚ "I am so deeply sorry, I will never look upon you again I promise!"

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFËANOR

ʚ doesn't even realise at first because he's probably come to you to rant about something

ʚ only notices after a few moments and immediately freezes up

ʚ probably goes pink and immediately storms out

ʚ "lock the damn door next time!!"

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAU!SMAUG

ʚ completely indifferent, doesn't even bat an eye and carries out the conversation

ʚ he doesn't seem flustered nor staring at your exposed body

ʚ confused when you confront him

ʚ "what? you are simply bare. should I be concerned? is this not natural?"

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#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #lotr #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #the hobbit #tolkien #thranduil #legolas #mairon #sauron #melkor #morgoth #manwe #feanor #smaug #humanoid!smaug #x reader #reader inserts #writing #imagines

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ tolkien characters ⠀〳 ⠀reader ❜᭡

─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ asking them to hold your drink ( alcohol consumption ៸៸ honestly the only person I'm trusting with my drink is manwë and legolas )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHRANDUIL

ʚ why would you give it to him?

ʚ would drink it

ʚ and then walk off

ʚ you find him again and ask for your drink and he's just there like: "what drink?"

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEGOLAS

ʚ guards it with his life

ʚ probably gives anyone who draws near to him a dirty look

ʚ "why are you looking at me like that? at this cup?? hmm???"

ʚ gives it back to you but still stays at your side

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMAIRON

ʚ probably annoyed as hell that you gave it to him

ʚ did he look like your servant?

ʚ contemplates whether or not to poison it just to spite you

ʚ eventually decided against it but when he gives it back the handle is heated and you probably drop the cup

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMELKOR

ʚ why him?? part 2

ʚ probably considers spitting in it

ʚ gets super tired of waiting ( even though it had only been two minutes ) and deduces that you have abandoned the drink

ʚ drinks it, when you come asking for it he's all like: "wait, you still wanted it?"

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MANWË

ʚ smiles and assures you it's in safe hands

ʚ holds it close to him and patiently waits for your return

ʚ probably hovers one of his hands over it just in case someone ( cough, melkor ) has any ideas

ʚ is a little hesitant to give it back to you purely because he doesn't know if someone is taking your form. expect a security question

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFËANOR

ʚ also annoyed that you asked him, what did he look like?

ʚ places it down the second you're out of sight

ʚ goes to do his own thing

ʚ secretly watches it from the sidelines but would never admit that

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAU!SMAUG

ʚ straight up tells you no

ʚ watches as you leave it with him anyway

ʚ debates whether or not to burn the entire cup in his hand

ʚ drops all the wine out and steals the cup because it looks pretty

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#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #lotr #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #the hobbit #tolkien #thranduil #legolas #mairon #sauron #melkor #morgoth #manwë #feanor #humanoid!smaug #smaug #x reader #reader inserts #headcanons #imagines

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ modern!tolkien characters ⠀〳 ⠀reader ❜᭡

─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ “ asking them to shower with you - ❪ minors dni ៸៸ slight nsfw ៸៸ suggestive content ៸៸ modern au ៸៸ námo and manwë made me waaayy too weak for this ❫

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THRANDUIL

ʚ was probably on his way to a meeting, standing at his mirror and fixing his watch and collar

ʚ glances over and sees you there in the towel

ʚ clears his throat, considers the possibilities

ʚ calls to galion to reschedule all his appointments before pulling you in

ʚ "might I remind you that whatever happens next is entirely of your own doing."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEGOLAS

ʚ in the middle of breakfast, munching down on his cereal

ʚ most likely chokes on it when he sees you there and goes a bright red

ʚ just stands there, blushing, staring

ʚ swiftly puts his bowl down and ushers you to the bathroom

ʚ "forget classes, might as well call in sick now."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MAIRON

ʚ doing his eyeliner when you call for him

ʚ looks at you through the mirror, narrows his eyes — he just did his makeup

ʚ places his stuff down, cups your throat and drives you back into the bathroom

ʚ "since I'm going to ruin this freshly done makeup, my rules."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MELKOR

ʚ most likely had just gotten out of the shower as well, was doing his hair

ʚ knows damn well he had a meeting but then he saw you there in your towel

ʚ doesn't even think twice before grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you back into the bathroom

ʚ "the meeting? you have bigger things that worry about."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMANWË

ʚ getting ready for work, was most likely about to leave when you called for him

ʚ spins around to give you a kiss and then sees your state

ʚ clears his throat at your request, hands find your waist

ʚ all it takes is one kiss

ʚ "you know exactly what you are doing to me, alright darling, I'll play your game."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ IRMO

ʚ was most likely still in bed and trying to get up for work

ʚ whined a little when you called for him but then he turns to see you and hears your offer

ʚ you've never seen him spring out bed so quickly

ʚ "well, that's one way to get me out of bed. we may end up back there, however."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNÁMO

ʚ fastening his belt and finishing up the final touches

ʚ spots you from the corner of the mirror and already knows what you'll offer

ʚ sighs, undoes his belt and coils it around his hand

ʚ presses his lips to yours and backs you up into the bathroom

ʚ "I'll give you an hour. under my terms."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤEÖNWË

ʚ was cooking breakfast for the two of you

ʚ turns to you and nearly drops the frying pan with the eggs, clears his throat

ʚ sighs contently, puts the stove off and tugs you to him by the wrists

ʚ "I suppose I'll be having breakfast anyway, hmm?"

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ FËANOR

ʚ was sketching out some designs at his desk

ʚ saw you and simply stared, shamelessly doing a once-over of you

ʚ places the pencil down, stands up, takes your waist and tugs you to him

ʚ "since you adore disrupting my focus, make it up to me."

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#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #the silmarillion #tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #thranduil x reader #legolas x reader #mairon x reader #melkor x reader #manwë x reader #irmo x reader #námo x reader #eönwë x reader #fëanor x reader #minors dni #headcanons #imaginea

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ thranduil ⠀〳 ⠀reader ❜᭡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

·⊰ 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 : imagine pulling thranduil to dance ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"ada, was is it that holds your attention so?"

legolas hums, head tilting as he follows the gaze of his father only to see a sea of twirling dresses and smiling faces — it is only then that he takes notice. you, there, alone and dancing to the music amongst the other couples.

a smile finds his lips. "ada, ask her for a dance."

"do not speak such — . . . no, I would rather not."

thranduil lowers his gaze, eliciting a sigh from his son who stands upright before presenting a smile. "as you wish, but think about it." he hums before finding his way to the dancefloor as well.

the elvenking purses his lips, trailing his eyes to the wine in his hand, yet all he sees is your dance reflecting back at him from the red liquid. he shakes his head, shutting his lids. had he become so enthralled with you that he could think of no other? surely —

"my king,"

before he can glance up there is a warm circling his wrists and to his surprise, he is pulled from his seat. with just enough time to place his drink down, the male's eyes grow wide when they meet your smiling countenance.

"what do you think you are doing?" he attempts a firm tone yet it wavers with his shock, especially when you had pulled him directly to the dance floor. "dance with me!"

you release him, spinning with the melody before turning to face him. you are met with perplexity as you take his hand again, fingers lacing with his. "please, my king, it would be my honour."

thranduil's mouth runs dry and despite his body moving in tune with the music, to the dance he had learnt centuries ago, despite his hand finding your waist while the other held your hand — you ultimately led the dance.

and when he gazes down as your beaming features staring right back at him — his heart stops, falters in the slightest. he feels as though the air left his lung momentarily which were quickly replaced by a flurry of butterflies.

suddenly, his steps felt lighter, his movements fluid, he pulls you closer and now perfectly syncs with the music — losing himself within the world of your twinkling irises. and your smile — oh, your smile.

"the honour is all mine, my lady,"

neither of you took notice of the eyes lingering, those who stopped to stare and definitely not the smiling of legolas and the other palace staff as the king finally took less in the dance. you both sway in harmony, one step, second step, a spin, a twirl, a scene straight out of a fairytale.

he smiles, forgetting the world around him, as do you. instead, you lock gazes, letting the music lead you both in this exchange of hearts.

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#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #thranduil #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #tolkien #thranduil x reader #thranduil reader insert #fluff #imagines #writing

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Y/N: I'm kind of crushing on someone but I'm worried about telling you because I know you're not going to like it

Thranduil: Rip the bandaid off

Y/N: It's Mairon

Thranduil: PUT THE BANDAID BACK ON RIGHT NOW

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #thranduil #mairon #sauron #x reader #reader insert #incorrect quotes #lotr #the silmarillion #the hobbit

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Tolkien Characters As Things I Say Regularly/Have Said

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Fëanor: DO YOU WANT TO DIE

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Melkor: my dick is well taken care of

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Mairon: SCREAMING

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Thranduil: you're on thin ice

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Manwë: *crying noises*

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Kili: Manifesting good vibes ✨SPRAKLES✨

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Celegorm: I'm always ten tEPS AHAPED

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Maglor: How am I going to continue writing if I CANT see PAST my TEARS

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Legolas: I AM ON THE FLOOR

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Thranduil: But I'm overcomplicated

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Fëanor: ALL OF THE STABBING

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Arwen: Oh no my ovaries

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Celegorm: That list is longer than my dick

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Gandalf: The disrespect that I face is real

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #lotr #lord of the rings #the silmarillion #the hobbit #tolkien #feanor #maglor #celegorm #mairon #melkor #thranduil #legolas #arwen #gandalf #kili #manwe

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ characters I write for ⠀〳 ⠀reader ❜᭡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ╰·⊰ MISC : imagine them giving you a gift ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ( masterlist ) ( taglist form )

ㅤ ㅤ THRANDUIL

ʚ jewellery in general but specifically a necklace

ʚ a very lavish looking one made with the finest of gemstones

ʚ probably got it commissioned especially for you

ʚ it's not modest in the slightest, however, it is elegant. anyone can see how extravagant it is

ʚ alternatively, when you become his queen: a crown similar to his yet personalised to your signatures

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ㅤ ㅤ LEGOLAS

ʚ loves giving you things like flowers

ʚ you're always getting bouquets from him, he never misses a month

ʚ somewhere along the line he's going to get the blacksmiths to craft roses of silver with little gems embedded in them

ʚ gifts them to you and says that "they'll never die out"

ʚ likes plopping little flower crowns on your head

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ㅤ ㅤ MAIRON

ʚ a ring

ʚ no not THE ring but a ring. being a blacksmith he would craft it himself

ʚ it's silver with little stones that perfectly match the colour of your eyes

ʚ also makes you little trinkets as well, just mini little things that are not necessarily jewellery

ʚ probably has made you a little jewellery box or something of the sorts where you store all his gifts

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ㅤ ㅤ MELKOR

ʚ obsidian earrings

ʚ honestly be happy that you're getting anything at all, he considers his presence as a gift enough

ʚ in all honesty he isn't really the type to give you gifts so it makes the obsidian earrings even more special

ʚ until the day he gave you a baby dragon which would remain in that state

ʚ in reality it was one of his failed attempts at creating the more devastating ones but it's the thought that counts

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ㅤ ㅤ MANWË

ʚ a rather simple but still as beautiful bracelet

ʚ probably has little wings as pendants or something

ʚ or a necklace similar in style

ʚ would probably also really be into giving you flowers and would personally ask yavanna for some of her best just for you

ʚ can give you one of his hawks if you'd like but they're already your shared babies

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ㅤ ㅤ FËANOR

ʚ a sword

ʚ crafted by yours truly. he meticulously designed it to complement your character yet still have that cutting edge to it

ʚ but would probably also craft you jewellery at times

ʚ mostly earrings and necklaces. he once made you a little headpiece as well

ʚ if you really wanted he'd make you mini sword earrings like the blade he has crafted you

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ㅤ ㅤ SMAUG

ʚ gold

ʚ straight up, just gold. like, what do you want from him — he thinks that it's the highest of all gifts

ʚ just plops some gold nuggets into your hands and you don't have it in your heart to ask what is wrong with him because of the sincerity in his eyes

ʚ please don't tell him when you want something because he will steal it for you

ʚ a lot of your gifts are stolen gifts

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#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #thranduil #legolas #mairon #sauron #melkor #morgoth #manwe #feanor #smaug #humanoid!smaug #x reader #reader insert #the silmarillion #silm #lotr #the hobbit #headcanons #imagines

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ manwë ⠀〳 ⠀maia!reader ❜᭡

· ⊰ 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 : him seeing you in the timeless halls, now madly in love with you ( always love picturing that the ainur grew up in the timeless halls so imagine teenage / young adult, lovesick manwë <3 )

"manwë,"

". . . manwë."

"bird brain, lend me your ear."

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"manwë!"

"hmm?"

oh, he was not amused by this. just what in the hell was his brother staring at, he wondered? melkor purses his lips, it wasn't fun when he had to be the responsible one. just what in the void had manwë's attention?

slowly, he trails his line of vision to merge with the other's, following it until he meets the destination — a maia?

". . . why do you stare at y/n in such a way?"

"is she not stunning, brother?"

melkor does a once over before shrugging in the slightest. "she is quite easy on the eyes. however — oh, have some restraint. you appear as though you are in a trance." "perhaps I am. perhaps her enchantment has caged my heart and fixed my eyes on her and only her."

". . . certainly," melkor rolls his eyes. he could be so dramatic, couldn't he?

yet manwë couldn't care less about his brother's thoughts on him. not when his entire being was focused on you and you alone. standing not so far off with a few other maiar, parting your lips to sing along with them. the choir fell on deaf ears, despite their valiant efforts.

for all he heard was you.

your song, your music. it filled his head in a wonderful melody which left him on a cloud nine of sorts. oh, you were simply breathtaking. was that even possibly for a being who needn't air?

"has she truly caught your eye?"

"how could she not? she is. . . " manwë exhales, unable to find words that would do you justice. and that's when it hits melkor — his little brother is in love.

"you waste your time, brother. speak with her." melkor motions over to the group, immediately snapping manwë out of his little daydream. swiftly, he shakes his head with white tresses bouncing along.

"oh no, certainly not. what will I even say?"

melkor halts, fixing his gaze upon his brother. before a wicked grin finds his lips. hands clamp down on his shoulders, spinning him around. "oh, I know just the thing. rely on me, brother."

"melkor — melkor no, wait — melkor!"

"oh, y/n! manwë wishes to share a word with you!"

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#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #manwe #manwe x reader #manwë #manwë x reader #the silmarillion #lotr #lord of the rings #reader insert #oneshot #imagines

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ melkor | morgoth ⠀〳 ⠀vala!reader ❜᭡ㅤㅤㅤ

·⊰ 𝓵𝔂𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽 : imagine being the wife of manwë and melkor tries to win you over ( insistent behaviour? )

“oh, what’s with that look?”

your brow twitches, gaze steeling as the recently plucked flower rests between pale fingers, twirling before you. “must you look at me as though I’m the epitome of everything wrong in the world?”

“is that supposed to be a joke, melkor?’’ after scoffing you push his hand to the side, carelessly disregarding his ‘gift’. “do not think for a second that just because you claim to have turned over a new leaf that all is forgiven. you still lack the honour of speaking with me.’’ 

your words mattered not for they only appeared to further egg him on and feed his grinning countenance. “fiesty as ever. my brother truly isn’t keeping you in line huh.’’ “whatever goes on between your brother and me is none of your business. now, if you would excuse me.’’ having enough of this conversation you turned on heel and proceeded to walk away. 

your relationship with the once dark lord had always been on the complicated side, even before his corruption. the last place you wanted to be was anywhere around him, for you knew his ulterior motives. it had been quite literally since the beginning of time; his pursuit for you. 

“now, where do you think you are going?” 

a yelp flees your lips as an icy sensation encircles your wrist and suddenly you’re hauled right back. “melkor!’’ the gasp is cut short once you realise that your body flushes right up against his. before you could stop the heat from rising to your cheeks you realise that you’re already blushing and altogether hitch your breath. 

“so flustered. . . he really must not be satisfying you.’’ irritation licks at your core as you attempt to yank your wrist back. “do not speak ill of my husband -” “husband, you say it with such pride. . . but I see it in your eyes, clear as day.’’ 

he leans in, prompting every muscle within you to grow rigid. “tell me, have you any idea what you are missing out on?” you suck a breath, snapping your head to the side as cold fingers take a lock of your hair between them.

“melkor. . . let go of me.’’ comes your shaky breath.

“no, I don’t think I will.’’ he rejects. 

he releases your wrist in favour of circling you like a stalking predator, pale violet analysing each and every one of your reactions. “I almost feel pity. you could be having the time of your life and yet you would rather remain with that stiff-neck.’’

a shivered gasp flees your lips as the chilly presence now flushes against your back and the cold touch returns to your skin. “oh, how precious,’’ he tuts, hands finding your shoulders. “you could have so much more. . .” his fingers trace up, cupping below your jaw as lips find your ear. 

“so much fun. if you were mine.’’ 

you’re stiff, mind turning into mush yet racing concurrently. He is right up against you, breath fanning your neck, fingers flushed upon your skin. but soon sense knocks you in the head and you jerk away, spinning to face him and bringing a hand to your chest. 

“leave, melkor.’’ you quake. “now.’’ 

he sighs, only to chuckle and take a step closer. “if you insist. . .’’ the flower is tucked behind your ear as he shoots you one final smirk before finally walking on and leaving you alone. trembling and gaze dropping to the ground. 

his cold touch lingered still, sending shivers to your spine as you do everything in your power to forget whatever had just occurred, forget his words, that face of his. 

damn him. 

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ sauron | mairon ⠀〳 ⠀maia!reader ❜᭡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰·⊰ MISC : imagine sauron kissing you upㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤon his throneㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcw : kissing ៸៸ biting

“gorgeous. . . don’t you agree?” 

exhaling through your nostrils you allow yourself to arch further into him, to his lips coated in black that now smears over the expanse of your neck. “yes,’’ the soft breath catches in your throat as the hand on your waist tightens in reprimand. “yes who, pup?”

“yes, tar-mairon.’’ he chuckles at your meek little whimper and rewards you with another kiss below your jaw. “do you like that? being smothered in kisses? what a week little thing, look at how you tremble.’’ he sits proud upon his throne, relaxed against its backrest with his lovely lady straddling his lap. 

the hand on your waist slips to your thigh, fingers tracing tiny patterns upon the material clothing it as he brushes the hair past your shoulders and traces his lips down to the junction of your neck and shoulder. you cry out as teeth dig into soft flesh. fingers curl into the silk of his crimson robes, spine sloping further as the dark lord marks your unblemished skin. 

he had a knack for that, marking you up. not that you were complaining. 

a groan resonates against your flesh as he savours the faint hints of metallic ichor. intoxicating as ever, he thinks before parting with a ghost of a smirk upon his lips mixed with ebony and now: scarlet. 

“how pretty, is that blush for me?” you nod, leaning into the fingers that take your face between them and bring you in to press his mouth to yours in a heated exchange. you all but mewl, shivering at the own taste of your life essence upon his tongue that’s quick to claim its territory once more. fingers crawl from their perch upon his shoulders in favour of easing into his hair, curling into auburn tresses and drawing yet another groan from his throat. 

you couldn’t help but giggle, knowing damn well how he adored you playing with his hair. for that you receive a quick bite to the lip before he breaks the kiss and applies more pressure to his grip on your face. “oh? a little bold now, aren’t we?” 

he chuckles, swiping his tongue over your lower lip to lap up the little pricks of blood before altogether locking amber hues with yours. “you are playing a dangerous game, pup.’’

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[edensrose]

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ mairon, eönwë ⠀〳 ⠀reader ❜᭡

─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ ‘ what happened to forever? ” ❪ au in which mairon lost his physical form during the war of wrath and has had his fëa trapped in limbo for centuries. all until an unnamed maia performs a ritual to summon him in such a way that mairon has control over this new form — only to find out that you have moved on // violence mention ៸៸ some possessiveness ៸៸ canon divergence ❫

ʚ wasn't sure who the hell summoned him but damn, he'd rather this than simply floating through limbo. he had no knowledge of this maia, nor had he ever interacted with them. he could only assume that it was someone who idolised him — bad move

ʚ at first he wanders around as he collects his memories bit by bit, the conflict, the war. his mind comes down to one person and one person only — you

ʚ had you survived? where were you? he couldn't recall you passing away. surely, you must be in the west. and in this form, he supposed he already had his free ticket in

ʚ oh you bet he was seeing red once he found his way to valinor and witnesses you all scooped up in eönwë's arms. who the hell did he think he was? why were you allowing him to hold you as such?

ʚ had. . . had you moved on?

ʚ it takes everything within mairon not to burst, to blow how cover in an effort to drag you back. what can he do? other than painfully watch from the sidelines as you act as though eönwë was the love of your existence

ʚ had you been seeing this bastard behind his back? is that why you had tried to leave him in the past?

ʚ it was agony for mairon, but what could he do? other than shut his trap and try to focus on more pressing matters. he was given a second chance thanks to this mystery maia — might as well attempt at making his master melkor proud

ʚ he'd use his charm, taking a more sly and calculated approach. there was already tension between the ainur. . . all he had to do was stir the pot

ʚ he'd do what he could to tear the ainur apart from the inside. and oh, when he got his hands on you —

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—

it sickened him to his very core. a wretched, curdling feeling as he observed your gleaming countenance. why is it that you beamed like the sun for another man? had you not told him that he was your moon?

yet he restrains himself. idly watching from the sidelines as you hook your arms around eönwë's neck and giggle as he presses kisses to your face and neck. to strike now would be foolish.

yet he couldn't help but wonder — had you lied to him? you promised forever. . . it seemed as though your definitely of eternity had its cut-off.

what was this clench? in his chest, in his heart? was that anger or something he'd rather bury within the depths of him?

perhaps it was a combination of both. even mairon himself could not decipher. no — he didn't want to.

however, one thing was for certain. when he finally got his hands on you?

"I'll rip that bastard's wings off," he breaths, fingers curling into the palms of his hands to form clenched fists.

"and drag you back by your hair to me, precious."

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#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #eonwe x reader #eönwë x reader #mairon x reader #mairon x reader x eönwë #mairon x reader x eonwe #the silmarillion #lotr #lord of the rings #headcanons #oneshot #imagines

[edensrose]

i’m thinking of something a little soft (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟimagine if the dark lord’s (either melkor or mairon) daughter is absolutely identical to him, almost as if he copied all his features and slapped them onto her face — like, gothmog is walking around, setting a lot of shit on fire all around angband, and when he sees her walking around nearby he has to have a double take, “WHEN did melkor/mairon get so SMALL? WHY did he SHRINK?” 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 —💗

AWWWWWW ♥️

Imagine how cute the baby looks tho, like. A chibi melkor or mairon! But I imagine they have that rbf, so it's just

Such a cute face looking like DEATH

Poor gothmog, he was probably shaking the poor kid like "MY YOUNG LORD??? aRE YOU OKAY???"

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[edensrose]

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ modern!manwë ⠀〳 ⠀reader ❜᭡

─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ “ I think we're late ’ ❪ minors dni ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ explicit descriptions ៸៸ penetrative sex ៸៸ unprotected sex ៸៸ praise ៸៸ overstimulation ៸៸ creampie ៸៸ size kink ៸៸ some choking ៸៸ clothed sex ៸៸ honestly, just manwë fucking the reader in his office minutes before a meeting but he doesn't give a damn because he's lust drunk. blame kia for this she enabled this whole thing ❫

"Time," you rasp, digging fingers into ebony material. "T-Time—!"

"Forget about the time." He doesn't even bother glancing at the looming clock, hell, his eyes don't even bother cracking open. He's too honed in on your breathy gasps and pitched moans, drowning in your suffocating heat that he finds himself driving into nonstop.

It appeared that the only one concerned for the impending meeting was you — albeit barely. You attention was stolen by the fingers fisting at your hair and tugging your head back. Well, and his length barreling within you without the slightest hint of mercy.

4 o'clock. That's when the meeting should start. Yet here you were, sprawled out over your lover's desk with your legs trapping his hips and nails scratching at his skin through his blazer. Shirts creased, skirt scrunched up while his pants barely lowered, underwear pushed to the side — the only contact between your flesh was open-mouthed kisses to your throat and his cock sheathed in your velvet walls.

"M-Manw — ah, shit, we'll be late!"

Your warning falls on deaf ears as he yanks on your locks just enough to send your neck arching, synching the movement with the sudden thrust right against a bundle of nerves he knew damn well would have you keening without restraint. Manwë's groan rumbles against the front of your throat, clearly spurred on by the noises you reward him.

"Focus on me, darling," words fall from his lips in laboured pants as he abruptly shallows his intrusions — his length barely leaving your heat as he aimed to abuse that one, shattering spot. "Manwë," tears prick at your eyes as you dig further into his blazer. His free arm loops around your waist, flushing you against the desk and his far larger figure as he mercilessly ruts into you.

You feel him everywhere, around you, on you, in you — him and only him. He ensures to use his larger stature to his every advantage and ensures you're thoroughly trapped. Almost as though he was taunting you; reminding you exactly how petite you were in comparison to him. How he could pull and twist and bend you in any which-way he deems.

To further drill this into your pretty little head, his arm relinquishes its hold around your waist in favour of grabbing your thigh. Delicate nails threatening to scratch, daring to prick before they slide to the crux of your knee and push it down — creating a new angle for him to drive into. Yet ruin you nonetheless.

It was almost amazing, how his touch could still carry such gentleness despite him being anything but mild at this given moment.

The cries of his name fall from your lips like sinful mantras, soft pleads, desperate appraisals; and he seeks more each time. The skidding of the table couples with your string of moans and his grunts of effort echo throughout his typically neatly-kept office. Thank Eru it was soundproof.

"Manwë," tears spill from your eyes and onto your flushed cheeks as you part swollen lips. "M-Manwë, I can't."

It's only then that he parts from your neck, raising himself only slightly in favour of witnessing your blissed-out expression. Your lust drunk face and features scrunched up in overstimulation — he can only groan at the sight. "Yes you can, darling, you've done so well for me already. So, so well." Soft lips ghost over yours, teasing a kiss as your noises and breathes mingle and mould. "So stunning," he exhales. "And all mine."

The air's knocked out of your lungs as he tosses the already raised leg over his shoulder and drives into you at such a devastating angle. You see stars, he's taking you straight to the moon and you knew the high that lay in wait would certainly leave you high in clouds for who knows how long. The slapping of skin fills your ears — yet is quickly drowned out by his slew of praises.

'Such a good girl.'

'You take it so well, darling.'

'So stunning when you are full of me.'

Your head spins, not even caring how far along the meeting might have been — and to add onto your already delirious state he brings his hand that was once in your hair to instead wrap around your throat. Not applying pressure now digging his nails in. It was a simple gesture, yet a domineering one nonetheless that kept your teary gaze upon him.

"Darling, are you going to cum?" Grey hues bore into your own, brows twitching upwards as he allows his groans to fall from his lips freely. "I want you to —" he shudders out a gasp, pace growing far more erratic as he quickly approaches his high.

"I need you to cum for me."

"Manwë — M-Manwë, please." You take a hold on the wrist of the hand that remains around your throat, now applying the slightest of pressures and leaving you beyond breathless. "I'm so close, I -" "Cum for me."

Every fibre in your body flared, stiffening before everything came crashing down in violent thralls of bliss as he hit the final nail in the coffin and brought a thumb to circle your throbbing clit. It's blinding, it's intense, shattering and overall fervent. With a final cry of his name you clench around him altogether and release at last.

Gasping for the sweetness of air you feel him thrust right up into that damned, tight bundle before he himself reaches his final high. With a shameless groan of your name, the male collapses into you with shuddered gasps and a final, frenzied bucking of his hips — he too sees the stars.

Slipping your hands from his back to the collar of his dishevelled suit, you haul him down to crash his parted lips to your swollen ones. Allowing him to drink in the remnants of your pleasured melodies while he, in turn, parts your lips with his tongue and claims you one final time. Fingers bury into his white tresses, giving a bare tug before you altogether limp — merely whimpering into his mouth as you attempt to keep up with his fevered kiss.

He relents, showing some form of mercy and parting from the kiss with a trail connecting the both of you. Panting, jittering, the two of you try to come down from the high you both pushed one another into.

It takes a moment, maybe two, but he eventually catches his breath and you follow shortly after. Simply laying there I'm the aftermath of your passionate exchange and gazing into one another's eyes with overflowing ardour.

"I suppose," he exhales. "I'll be late for my meeting."

You have just enough energy to roll your eyes and lightly swat his shoulder. "And whose fault is that?" He chuckles, tracing a few kisses along your neck and to your jaw, bringing his lips to your ear. "Yours. You are the one that's far too enticing for her own good." He leaves you shuddering yet biting into your lip once you realise he has yet to unsheath.

"Don't start — you're already ten minutes late."

"I am certain we can pull for twenty."

"Manwë!"

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#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #manwë #manwë x reader #manwe x reader #the silmarillion #lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien #manwë smut #manwë súlimo #minors dni #smut #modern!au #oneshot #imagines

[edensrose]

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ mairon ⠀〳 ⠀maia!reader ❜᭡ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ╰·⊰ MISC: imagine recognising annatarㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ as mairon, who you thought ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwas lost during the war ofㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwrathㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcw : some angst

"how long did you know?"

you smile, curling your fingers further into his white robes and never once breaking eye contact as you respond with a simple, quiet:

"I have always known,"

amber hues peer into your own, wide, raw, displaying each and every one his deepest thoughts — emotions. shock but mostly bewilderment. especially when you did nothing but draw nearer to him. "why. . ." clearing his throat, annatar attempts to keep his tone steady yet can barely manage above-a-whisper. "why do you not flee?"

the curl on your lip extends as you merely shake your head. truly, after all this time — and he still asks that?

"why must I run? when I have known you centuries in advance. my love," with a soft breath, you lock eyes.

"let me see your face. . . mairon."

a stinging sensation finds your eyes and your words leave him more taken-aback than before. yet, there's a shimmer. a soft glow, a blur, and right before your very eyes his figure and face begin to shift. white locks extend into auburn curls and pale skin warms up — most of all, the golden hue morphs. overtaken by the amber gems you knew and loved.

"mairon. . ." you whisper, bringing a hand to his face and gently grazing your fingers along his skin. "you have returned to me. . . mairon, my mairon. . ."

a tear escapes your eye as you suck in a breath, nearly breaking as his hand encases yours. "my dear," he murmurs, bringing his forehead to yours. "I had thought you resented me."

"never," you cry. "I-I had feared I lost you for good. . . after the war." unable to hold back any longer the tears freely cascade down your face. "I have missed you," he tries to hush your cries, a hand finding the back of your head and threading into your hair.

"I am here, my dear."

"please," you quake, a choked sob leaving your lips as you finally embrace him, limping into his tight hold. "never leave again, never let me go again."

he presses a kiss to your forehead and strokes your hair, shielding you from the outside world with his warm embrace.

"never again. . . I swear to you."

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[edensrose]

( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ thranduil ⠀〳 ⠀oropher ( familial / platonic )

──── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ ‘ don't leave me, ada ” ❪ the night thranduil lost his father // angst ៸៸ death ៸៸ blood mention ❫

“my lord, please.’’

“feren, I will not ask again.’’

what could he do? other than obey the king, his new king. hesitantly, feren removes himself from the entrance of the tent and stands to the side, straight as a stalk and unable to bring his gaze upon his superior. who, in-turn, does not spare him another glance and finds his way into the tent

dimly lit with only a few lamps, it spread to a decently-large perimeter and housed only a chair, a few baskets and a sheet upon the ground where two healers sat kneeling to its side. however, upon his entry, they exchanged a glance and stood to their feet and briskly found the opposite side of the tent and would surely exit, leaving the sheet at the centre of the room.

it spread out wide, with a few stray flowers along its edges accompanied by other forms of incense and items of grief. for the one who laid upon the sheet was beloved by many. whose smile uplifted all in his presence, and eyes which mirrored starlight. an ellon who many revered and found favour in.

alas, such a glowing smile was long gone from his lips and starlight hues will never again shimmer, for they will remain behind closed lids as his lips will forever cease movement.

he still appeared ever as fair despite the look of death upon him. bloodied armour replaced by white robes, crimson cleaned from his face which now rested as though he were asleep. around him laid his long silver tresses with a number of curls in contrast to his son's pin-straight locks.

the fallen king of the woodland realm: lord oropher.

for a moment the once elf prince stood still, akin to that of a statue as he laid eyes upon he who lay motionless. the king, his father. for that moment he questioned whether this image before him was reality or a cruel mirage.

he prayed for the latter.

but as his feet finally moved and brought him closer to the centre, to the body of his beloved ada, it became grimly evident that the scene laid out before him was anything but some twisted nightmare, some terribly fantasy. what laid before him was not a play on the eyes and rather, undeniably, horrifically: a nightmare come true.

yet there was a part of him which still rivalled the logic of his conscience, the suffocating truth which threatened to consume him whole, and as he drew near thranduil deluded himself.

he appeared as though he was sleeping, as he did back home. his father was never one to rise early, perhaps that is what he did now? laid in wait for the call of a servant, for the sixth hum of swallows. perhaps if the prince called, the king would open his eyes once more and break from his slumber.

"ada,"

it's quiet, barely breaking the lines of a whisper as thranduil halts just before the sheets with his gaze lingering on the face of his father. "ada," he calls again, softer if possible.

unlike before, where his eyes would peer open and a smile would find his face — nothing comes from it. oropher does not rise as he did before, nor would he ever again.

thranduil lowers himself and his knees touch the ground, positioning himself directly beside the king who lay with his hands upon one another, resting on his abdomen. that of which his son slowly lays his own palm over and finally brings his gaze to his face. still, he appeared as though he was asleep, but thranduil now knew that this was a slumber he would not awake from.

there is silence, not a word nor breathing heard as the elf stares at his father's face with foolish expectancy. as if there was still one, fleeting, hopeless speck of faith that oropher would flutter his eyes and tell him that all is well. to pull him into his arms and remind him of how much he loves him. and thranduil's eyes were hopeful, as he maintained his stare, even as his vision grew blurry as his heart sank deeper.

as both hands now took his father's, the elf remains quiet, gaze still locked to his face, hands quaking around the far colder, paler ones. and in a single, shattering moment. thranduil finally realised and came to accept the devastating truth:

his ada was gone.

if you question others on what happened that night, the evening the king lost his father, there will be different accounts and multiple variations. he walked in with the look of grief, he cried from the entrance, he was unable to stand straight. conflicting as they may be, there was always one common denominator.

and that would be the heartwrenching, grief-stricken and agonised scream that ripped from thranduil's throat and poured into the midnight air.

a deafening, desperate, excruciating wail of sorrow as he fell upon his father with head buried into his chest, inconsolable, wordless. apart from one, lone name:

"a-ada. . . ada,"

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[edensrose]

What if when Mairon accidently kills his S/o he doesn't show any emotions of grief of regret?

Because he is used to killing, no matter who it was. He is slightly unphased by it at firet, the S/o died from the one ring and it takes a whole day to process what had happened, until tears brim his eyes as he now gets the full understanding and emotions of his loss.

He is slow to understand who he killed and once he gets a realization of who, it causes him to feel even worse then he expected.

Oh that is absolutely shattering 😭 it's as though he had turned his emotions off the second that his s/o died but now all the feelings are rushing in and zkzkkss heck mairon is so angsty 😭😭💔

#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 ៸៸ tolkien ❜‧₊ #mairon #mairon x reader #tw death