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#Haleth x Caranthir
forestials · 9 months
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Haleth and Caranthir, reunited
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cilil · 13 days
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Caranthir: I, um... it may be that I... enjoy getting pegged. Haleth: (already putting her strap on) Thank the Valar, I thought you were never going to admit it
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lotreckk · 1 year
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once upon a time in a kingdom ill-defined
a dark-eyed prince sat sideways on his throne
and he cast aside the thoughts of his princess long and lost
and decided he'd live principally alone
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tengwar · 1 year
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Halenthir doodles
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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 7 months
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The first of many glorious nights
This is for the writer's challenge (nos. 4 and 5. The smut word that makes me cringe? "Mount/Mounting") by @silmsmutweek
Pairing: Haleth x Caranthir | Location: Thargelion
Themes: Smut
Warnings: Sexual activity | Penetrative sex | Cream pie 
Word count: 615 words
Summary: Haleth accepts Caranthir's offer to stay by spending the night with him.
Rating: 🔥 | Minors DNI | 🔞 | You are responsible for the media you consume 
This ficlet can also be found on AO3.
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Moonlight spilled in through the open windows, forming shadows that rose and fell with his chest.
Haleth thought him the fairest creature she had ever beheld, but now, bathed in dim light, he was positively ethereal.
And to think I nearly refused his invitation to live with him and his kin.
Haleth nearly refused a great many things: to have her people live amongst the Eldar and learn from them; to enjoy their protection, their company, his company, his bed, his body. Oh yes, Haleth nearly refused him. All of him. Wiser counsel prevailed in the end. She stayed. Accepted Caranthir for her own. Now she was here inside his bedchamber, sharing his furs and yielding to the wild demands of his hands, his mouth. Fresh desire tore through her like a white-hot blade when he moved onto his back, and she mounted him, taking him inside her in a slow, fluid movement. Her breath caught when he filled her to the hilt.
Eru save me, she thought. He feels wondrous even inside of me.
Caranthir shivered beneath her while he lay against the pelt, his walnut hair spreading out all around him like spilled ink. Clear hazel eyes—a rare sight amongst his kin—remained fixed on her, brimming with insatiable hunger. He whispered her name, his breath rough, desperate, amplified. Fistfuls of her hips filled callused, greedy hands. Such things were glorious to see and feel, and hear. Haleth arched her back, grabbing onto his arms, her hips undulating wildly every time he thrust.
Caranthir lets go of her hips. His hands glide up her belly, his palms soon filling with breasts. “Do you doubt your decision to stay?”
His thumbs trace and brush over rigid tips. Haleth smiles. It is both wanton and inviting. “No and never, my lord.”  
His smile is slow, hesitant. It then grows and mirrors her own. Caranthir closes his eyes, urging her to go faster. Haleth, on the other hand, keeps her eyes open. Spellbound, she feasts on each new expression dancing on his face, the trembling torso, and the sinful mouth that always parted when he moaned. It was for her. All of it was for her. It delighted her to no end.  
“I want you,” he breathed, his voice barely over a whisper. “I want only you.”
As she was his. Haleth makes this known. Her body hummed, grew taut, fanning the flames already coursing through her veins.
“I am close.”
“I am with you.”
Haleth pushed down, pushed hard, nearly collapsing over him even as she drowned beneath the fiery waves that rose to claim her. She could barely feel Caranthir holding her, keeping her steady, so lost was she in the all-consuming rapture that speared through her like a lance. She barely heard it, him moaning one final time as he emptied his spend inside her.
The air grew colder, and the wind slowly rose as a storm approached. The moon disappeared behind a wall of thick clouds. Haleth shivered, and found herself being lowered onto soft furs. More pelts, thicker this time, were pulled over her.
“I am glad you said yes.” Caranthir pressed his forehead against hers and stroked her cheek. “I am glad you decided to stay and be mine. I am not certain if I will be able to ever find the right words to tell you how pleased I am for all of it.”
Haleth opened her eyes. A wave of happiness washed over her. “Words are not necessary, Morifinwë.” A slow, gentle smile returned to her lips. “What you have just said is enough for me.”
It was the first of many glorious nights they shared together.
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elentarial · 1 year
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Then Caranthir looked kindly upon Men and did Haleth great honour; and he offered her recompense for her father and brother. And seeing, over late, what valour there was in the Edain, he said to her: “If you will remove and dwell further north, there you shall have the friendship and protection of the Eldar, and free lands of your own.’’
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lanthanum12 · 5 months
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Niennandil-verse Advent Calendar Day 2
Read on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51966511/chapters/131468101
Read on Quotev https://www.quotev.com/story/16208351/Niennandil-verse-Advent-Calendar/2
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        “Where I come from, over the sea, we have a feast every year in the winter. We call it Yule,” Caranthir explained to Haleth, who was currently sitting across from him, "It’s a time…for families to get together. Everyone has their own traditions,” his mind wandered to his siblings strewn across Beleriand, caught up in the endless fight against Morgoth, his amillë over the sea, and his atar lost to him. Perhaps even in the void.
        “Oh…I see, sounds like a waste of time,” Haleth shrugged, not wishing to dwell on her now dead brother and father any longer. She had a lot to prepare before her and the rest of the Haladin left for Brethil in the spring. There was no place for grief.
        “Is taking part in a small pleasure with one you care about truly a waste of time?” Caranthir asked, “I made something for you. We may be struggling but we have each other and why not take solace in that?”
        “I suppose you are right, Haldad was always urging me to take care of himself. I think he would be pestering me about this all day,” Haleth’s laugh was bitter but there was warmth in her face.
        “The day before Yule, my father would make us tamales colorados and later he taught us to make them ourselves. So now I prepare some every year for myself and my people, and, well, I also made some for you. I wanted you to be able to try them,” Caranthir said, lifting out two delicious bundles wrapped tightly in palm leaves.
        Haleth nodded and took one. She gently unwrapped it and then bit into it, sampling the savoury filling. As she chewed a smile crept upon her lips, "You have once again proven me wrong. Such festivities are not a waste of time if they provide food like this. Tell me, how do you make tamales colorados?"
        "I hoped you would ask," Caranthir said and handed her a slip of paper with his graceful script and crude drawings which he had snickered at while making.
        Haleth took it and laughed once again as she looked at his sketch of her and him with circles for heads and lines for arms. Two of the lines intersected, connecting the two figures together, "And I was told that the Eldar were gifted at everything!"
        "Not everything, you are far more gifted in many ways then I will ever be! You are an esteemed and brave warrior who I would share in eternity with if I could. You are a good person, free from guilt and cruelty," Caranthir's glasses misted over as tears welled in his eyes. Memories of the kinslaying and the blood he has spilled became fresh once more. If Haleth knew of his sins her love for him would fade. And she would learn in Brethil. All he could hope is that she would still remember him fondly.
        "Thank you. I would spend eternity with you as well. You make me laugh and I certainly need that. I have my own guilt to bear though. I wish I had fought just a bit harder, maybe my brother and father would be here. Also despite you trying to hide it, you have your own wounds, I can see and well, I love you regardless. Whenever it's Yule I'll think of you, for you taught me about it," Haleth reached out and took Caranthir's hand.
        "I will think of you as well even once you pass beyond this world, for I love you too," Caranthir clenched Haleth's hand tightly. Tonight wasn't like the Yuletides of old but it was dear to him nonetheless.
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Thank you for reading!! I like Haleth x Caranthir quite a bit! This is one of the first slightly romantic things I've published. (I think it's pretty light though)
Caranthir loves tamales colorados. Fëanor would have learned how to make them from Míriel but she had to hang out with Vairë and Námo for a while so he taught himself to make them from her old cookbook. When all of the family is reembodied then they can all enjoy them together!
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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years
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😳 Sic vita est 😳
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Artist : @maglorslostsilmaril (Ao3 : until_the_stars_are_all_alight)
Author : @i-did-not-mean-to (Ao3 : I_did_not_mean_to)
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Art -> 🖼 here 🖼 (slide number 148)
Rating: Art : G | Fic: T
Warnings: No warnings apply
Relationships: Caranthir | Morifinwë/Haleth of the Haladin, Fingon | Findekáno/Maedhros | Maitimo, Maedhros | Maitimo & Maglor | Makalaurë, Finrod Felagund | Findaráto/Maglor | Makalaurë, Maedhros | Maitmo & Maglor | Makalaurë & Elrond Peredhel & Elros Tar-Minyatur, Ereinion Gil-galad & Maedhros | Maitimo, Ereinion Gil-galad & Fingon | Findekáno, Huan & Sons of Fëanor, Fëanor | Curufinwë & Sons of Fëanor, Fëanor | Curufinwë & Finwë
Characters : Sons of Fëanor, Maedhros | Maitimo, Maglor | Makalaurë, Celegorm | Turcafinwë, Huan (Tolkien), Caranthir | Morifinwë, Haleth of the Haladin, Haldar (Tolkien), Curufin | Curufinwë, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, Elrond Peredhel, Elros Tar-Minyatur, Ambarussa (Tolkien), Amras (Tolkien), Amrod (Tolkien), Fingon | Findekáno, Finrod Felagund | Findaráto, Fëanor | Curufinwë, Nerdanel (Tolkien), Finwë (Tolkien), House of Finwë, Fingolfin | Ñolofinwë
Additional tags: Family Feels, Family Fluff, Family Drama, Family Bonding, Genderbending, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, power lesbians, Established Relationship, Mishaps, Cake, Comfort, Humour, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Non-Canon Relationship, Not Canon Compliant, All the babies in one fic, No Lesbians Die, gender-fluid Maglor, female Fëanorians, Love, Non-binary character, Trans Character, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Cousin Incest, Good Dad Fëanor
Word Count: 22 853
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Summary : Slices of (odd) life. What if Fëanor had had 7 daughters instead of 7 sons? Humorous, often ludicrous, and, at times, heartfelt moments between the characters we know and love and the people bound to their fate…for better or for worse.
There will be a lot of cake, quite a bit of water, shenanigans and confessions of love, a wedding, and a few minor injuries.
Join @maglorslostsilmaril and me on a short trip through an AU where all is well that ends well, and end well it shall…
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@tolkienrsb
This collaboration is part of the TRSB 2022!
(Lots of love from me. Be kind. Be generous. Spread love. 💕 Heed the additional tags. Only love, no hate!)
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thelien-art · 3 months
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Haleth & Caranthir - Soiree gathering
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Fourth Valentine drawing, Valentine Event Post
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isilwhore · 1 month
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Feanorian Week - Day 4: Caranthir
Continuing with the Feanorian wives prompt…yes that’s Haleth. I won’t accept anyone else for Caranthir, they’re meant to be and I’m obsessed with them. Even if it’s tragic.
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We have sworn, and not lightly
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This oath we will keep
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forestials · 2 years
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I got an ask about who my favourite couple was to draw and I’m so sorry, I accidentally deleted it (the perils of the app)! I love so many, so it’s hard to choose but I do have a soft spot for Haleth and Caranthir <3
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aotearoa20 · 13 days
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correspondence and revelations shortly after Dagor Bragollach for @silmarillionepistolary
To, Caranthir Morifinwë Fëanorian Lord of the East
Dear cousin, it is with great sorrow which I greet you. The attacks of the Enemy took us all by surprise and I mourn the blow the loss of Thargelion will surely have on us all. Though I had never the chance to visit I had heard many great things of the eastern mountains, they were fair to behold, I am told, and I know that you loved it there. Still it gladdens me to hear that you and yours escaped for the most part unscathed. Know whatever aid and support we can spare is already on its way to you as you receive this letter.
I'm sure you know already that Celegorm and Curufin have taken up refuge among my people. You should know you they are well and whole. They, along with I, have sent letters detailing their arrival and stay. I have also sent some papers detailing preliminary adjustments to traderoutes and logistics for delivering aid among our people and allies. I am sure you have more than enough plans of your own and as always i defer to you judgement on such matters.
But all this aside I had another matter I wished to inform you of concerning one of the people of Haleth in Brethil. I have kept it to myself for some time but if anything has come from these last days is that none of us knows when doom will rear its head.
The Lady Haleth herself I met only a few times, when negotiating the terms of her people’s dwelling, and found her to be a woman of brusque and bright countenance. Indeed, when I learnt of her dealings with you I thought that the pair of you must have gotten on like a house on fire, else hated each other entirely. But I digress.
It was upon one of those meetings when I saw a child, I reckoned at the time, perhaps five by the count of Men often about her dwelling. No husband she ever spoke of nor did I ask. The child had her likeness and hearing of the tradgey that claimed the rest of her family, I thought perhaps his father had perished with her kin.
In truth, I thought little of it at all until some years ago, on a visit to the city of Menegroth, when I found a youth milling about the edges of the Girdle. It must have been two hundred years since I’d last seen him, the Haladin had since had two chieftains but the boy looked no older than twenty. He named himself a changeling in his own tongue and told me his father was one of the Eldar.
Erestor he called himself in Sindarin for though he’d lived among his people, at on the request of his mother had not taken her title. Instead he stayed as a counseler for his cousin and later his children and grandchildren. (The translation is a bit off I deem but he having learned more seems loath to correct it and resistant to advice) Either way, wishing to learn more of his father’s people and had come to Doriath to see if he may by his blood be permitted. I spoke with him a while and finding him genuine in his desire, brought him with me and vouched for him before Elu Thingol, the King.
Since then he visits the city every few summers and then returns to his people before the snows set in. He has had little trouble of it, for his mother’s features hide much of his fathers heritage and he is wont to pass through, drawing as little attention to himself as he can. But I found him curious and upon further investigation and despite his protests to the contrary, I am certain his father is Noldorin. In fact, on those rare occasions he does smiles without restrain cousin - were it not for his quiet temperament I know he did not inherit from his mother - I would have wondered if he was your own.
At any rate, considering the time and circumstances I first found him, it's likely it is that his father is among your people. I can think of any number of reasons such a thing would have been hidden from offical records but I truly doubt it could have happened without your knowledge. To the point, I thought, especially in the chaos of these days, you might pass on some news of the boy’s well being. I have had news from Brethil, written in the the his hand, they are well, if overwhelmed with refugees from Dor Lomin. But he is safe. Perhaps that might comfort his kin in Amon Ereb. And perhaps you could tell him that his child is a scholar in training. That he is happy, as much as any of us can be, and untouched by doom or darkness. May he remain so.
I hope I have not overstepped in my assumptions. Always I have hesitated in speaking on this subject. I just have with the loss of don't want to leave anything unsaid that ought to be.
That is all.
As I detailed before, i have sent ahead letters pertaining to more practical means. I have no doubt in your prompt reply. I wish you well, cousin. May Tilion watch your steps before the Dawn breaks.
Finrod Felagund King of Nargothrond
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aldarquen · 8 months
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Silmarillion Characters as things my friends have said on Camp Staff (Part 6!)
(tag yourself, I’m Maglor)
Celegorm: “I bring a sort of opening the van doors vibe the other passengers don’t appreciate.” Annatar: “Did you guys have any spiders in your shower?” Celebrimbor: “Not a spider, but a  c r e a t u r e.” Annatar: “Calling me a creature is hurtful.” Beren (scared shitless): “OMG! Why the fuck are you up there?” Luthien: *in rafters* “I just like climbing things.” Amras: “Anyone wanna sacrifice their technology so we can pirate The Lorax?” Haleth: “I know the best place for cider doughnuts. Wanna come?” Caranthir: “Ya know what? Sure. Fuck this place.” Radagast: “What did you get kicked out of Arby’s for man?” Saruman: “Too much wizardry!” Radagast: “What does that mean?” Saruman: “Magical spells, sorcery, the conjuring of others’ wallets!”
Old Hurin: “My bones and joints are making the Lego brick breaking noise…”
Curufin: “Look at him: passed tf out.” Maedhros: *deeply asleep*
Celegorm: “I’m gonna touch his Adam’s Apple!” Maglor (talking about Maedhros): “He’s going to fuck you up!” Fingon: *whispers to Maglor, giggles* Maglor: “That’s a tad bit too horny!" Maedhros: “He has as much depth as a saltine cracker ” Maedhros: “If he was a spice he’d be flour” Annatar: “I’m off to steal things” Celebrimbor: “Can you steal my heart?”
Maglor: “Ya talk mad shit for a bitch in kazooing distance.”
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the-elusive-soleil · 7 months
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I have this idea, that when the Haladin first show up in Thargelion, they don't speak any elvish languages, and have to learn some before they can really communicate and negotiate the whole issue of lands and settlement and vassalage. And Caranthir and his people teach them Quenya.
There could be any number of reasons for this. It's the language he grew up speaking, and the one that comes most naturally to him and his followers. It might be banned, but they're far enough removed from Doriath and from anybody else that they can essentially do whatever they want. He doesn't have any reason to think that Haleth will be interacting with Thingol's people after they move on. And maybe, just maybe, he's a little petty about it. Finrod Finarfinion, the suck-up, might have taught his Edain to speak Sindarin, but not Caranthir.
(And it's just barely possible that he has a weakness for hearing Haleth speak his native language, but if that is the case, he tells no one.)
And then eventually Haleth brings her people to Brethil, and she tries to talk to Thingol about settling there, and he already doesn't like the idea much, but then she has the Audacity to greet him in Feanorian Quenya, and after that not even Finrod's intervention can help her. So the Haladin get booted from Brethil, and they're not sure where else they can go, now that the Doriathrin think they're associated with horrible kinslayers and will doubtless spread the news around to their allies.
So back east they go, and when they get near Thargelion again Caranthir comes by and is like, "you're back!" And Haleth is fed up from all the journeying and has Words for him about this booby-trapped language he fed them.
But I like to think they work out some kind of compromise after all that, and the Haladin end up settling in the greater Thargelion area. And if there is anything more going on between the Chieftain of the Haladin and the Lord of Thargelion than simple alliance and friendship, then it is no one's business but their own, and certainly not the business of his nosy cousins.
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annoyinglandmagazine · 9 months
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This is something that’s been in my head for a while. So in my Lesbian Halenthir AU or really any other AU where Caranthir and Haleth have a long term relationship I feel like it’s a reasonable assumption that very few other elves knew about it. Maybe her brothers at most. Like Moryo kept it very much on the down low and tbh I don’t think she’d have regularly talked about personal topics with many people anyway so it wouldn’t have really come up. So just imagine she mentions it in passing after re embodiment at a family gathering. ‘Well my wife used to say-’ ‘YOU HAD A WIFE!? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!’
And then she just kind of casually tells them that she got married to this badass Edain chieftain and they were together for like 10 years and very happy. And this is just a hard concept for a lot of people to get their heads around because Caranthir isn’t exactly good with or interested in people so they all sort of assumed she’d never get married to the point where they never even asked her about it. And now they found out that for a decent portion of the times they’d seen her on middle earth she’d had a wife to go back to or was mourning and none of them had picked up on it.
I also find the concept that while Aegnor was off having his tragic romance that’s so dramatic and narratively beautiful there’s Caranthir, the abrasive, antisocial, harshest and quickest to anger out of the Feanorians getting married in like three months and having a really sweet domestic relationship where they’re just genuinely happy and in love with each other just so hilarious.
Like you have Aegnor and Andreth kiss chastely at most before Aegnor leaves and it’s devastating because they can never go further because he is immortal and she isn’t and then we cut to Caranthir saying fuck the narrative and passionately making out with her butch mortal gf in a tent after a homoerotic sword fight. Even in her romantic choices Caranthir manages to accidentally send the biggest Fuck You to the Arafinweans and what’s truer to her character than that?
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glorf1ndel · 18 days
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Tolkien Playlists: Part 1
Hi all! I’m sharing some of my Tolkien playlists with you. Click the links below to go to each playlist! 🎵
Aragorn & Arwen
Haleth & Caranthir
Beren & Lúthien
Elwing & Eärendil
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