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[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: Brother’s Best Friend | They Get Jealous When You Bring A Boy Over

Headcanon: Maedhros, Celegorm, Fingon, Angrod, Egalmoth & Beleg

Request: How about this, remember your brother's bestfriend au with Beleg, Maehdros, Fingon, etc? How about the sister brings over a guy because she thought that the elves didnt have a genuine interest in her? And they get jealous. With all the same elves - Anon

A/N: It was a pleasure writing these headcanons for you, anon :) My stomach was performing cartwheels writing them jealous.

Warnings: female reader, heavily suggestive content, making out

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Maedhros

Just your typical Friday night when he pays your brother a visit and the first sight he stumbles upon is you and some…GUY being all close and flirty with one another as if nothing ever happened between you two.

Being the eldest of seven siblings, his temper and jealousy control knows no bounds because has been through it all. So when he notices the interaction, he quietly shuffles aside to meet with your brother in his room and BOILS.

Y’all really thought Mae wouldn’t become jealous, especially after all those nights of spending hours in your room while your brother peacefully sleeps like a log? He wants to launch that guy out of the house like a javelin for simply breathing in your direction.

The entire time he’s in your brother’s room, he’s creating all the excuses to step out just to return downstairs so he can stalk the interactions until he can no longer take it and corners you the moment you step aside.

“I like your friend.” His deep voice startled you as he stepped into the kitchen after your friend ran off to the washroom. Mae’s eyes never left your figure standing behind the counter and shyly looking away as though you were caught committing a crime. You were in his eyes.

“Mae,” you softly replied with a scoff and a shake of your head. “It’s not what you think.”

“Then tell me what it is,” he growled.

Your eyes snapped upwards and met the darkened look in his eyes as he fought against the restraints he created whenever he was around you in the open. His silvery orbs were shifting into darker hues of grey, swirling around as his look morphed into jealousy with a touch of hunger. His footsteps were light and calculated as he slid into the kitchen and came to stand behind you, pushing a lock of hair away from your ear.

His towering presence and body heat radiating off him made your stomach flop and butterflies erupted. Just the mere act of him pushing your hair away from your ear left you anticipating. And you were lucky. His hot breath ghosted the shell of your ear as he craned his neck to match your height while he placed his right hand on the countertop to sandwich you.

“I’ll tell you what is. You want me to bend you over this counter like I always do and make him watch and listen as you moan my name,” he breathed while his lips brushed against the tips. “How can a guy not want you? Look at you, even I want you and I don’t appreciate competing for what’s already mine. So tell him goodbye because you already have a friend: a boyfriend.”

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

Feeling like all the air had been forced out your lungs from how hard you were breathing, your fingers curled into the countertop as the images began flashing across your mind like flashbacks. Gulping and managing to reply, you looked at him from over your shoulder. “If you’re jealous, you should just say so.”

“I’m not jealous, princess. I’m just claiming what belongs to me.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Celegorm

All hell is going to break loose the moment he and your brother walk through the door and witness the sight of you and some random…GUY is all cute and playful. Standing close to each, bumping shoulders and laughing at his jokes.

It’s worse when your brother doesn’t even know who this GUY is, so this gives him the cue to step up and become the big bad wolf to cryptically remind you that he doesn’t tolerate it and you’re in trouble.

The first thing Celegorm could do is make himself known by standing as menacingly as possible in the area and STARE until you both become uncomfortable. Either you speak out on his actions or the boy, and if he does, Tyelko loves the direction the confrontation is heading.

You should count your blessings that your brother is present because he wants to know just as much as Celegorm does, and he’s also preventing Celegorm from flipping your house inside out.

His gaze was locked on you the entire time, wanting you to catch the hints that you weren’t going to be let off the hook for this stunt. “So who’s your lil friend over here?”

Rolling your eyes exasperatedly at the silver-haired oaf, you turned your head to cast an apologetic glance at your friend before introducing him. “This here is Nestaron, and he’s in the same year as me in uni. We have most of our classes together.”

Without missing a beat, Tyelko’s brows furrowed as he threw a questionable look at your friend before returning his focus to you. “Together? What do you mean by that kitten?”

With the simple use of your pet name, the poor boy inwardly cringed and felt like he was overstepping boundaries he didn’t know were up. His eyes were everywhere but you and Tyelko as he fiddled with his thumbs on the stool while you and your brother’s bestie were having a murderous stare-down. You couldn’t understand why he was being so negative about your friend when he didn’t even know the boy.

“Um…” Your head swivelled at the sound of your friend’s voice and watched as he hopped off his stool and grabbed his bag pack. “I’m gonna head out now. Sorry if I ruined anything between you two, I didn’t know you were together.”

“We’re not together.”

“Yes, we are!”

Nestaron’s eyes darted between you and Tyelko, while Tyelko and your gaze were locked on one another. His face wore a triumphant smirk while yours held disbelief at his jealous behaviour. In the middle of your stare-down, Nestaron ushered himself out of the kitchen without saying another word and departed from the house.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I come over and some random guy is being all flirty with you. Don’t even tell me that he wasn’t flirting because I know what flirting looks like. I do it with you all the time!” he whisper-yelled, finally entering the kitchen to corner you between him and the fridge. His forest eyes held anger and sadness in them the longer he held your gaze.

Fighting the urge to bite your tongue, you narrowed your eyes at him and craned your neck upwards to challenge him. “Why do you care so much?!”

“Because I don’t sleep around. If I do, it’s only one person, you. There’s meaning in that, but you haven’t recognised it yet,” he uttered softly whilst lifting a finger to caress your cheek. It wasn’t long before his gaze darkened as his words lingered in the air and his gaze fell to your lips. “So if I were you, I’d continue making your little meal while thinking about it because you’re gonna have to apologise to me later…night.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Fingon

No, jealousy is not his favourite colour because green doesn’t go well with his appearance. He refuses to reach that level where his temper tips into becoming the green monster, so all he does is painfully observe with a fake smile and silently SIMMERS.

What he doesn’t know is that he is genuinely jealous the longer he stares at you and your new buddy outside, laughing and chatting away too close for his personal taste—he does notice the way your new buddy stares at you when you weren’t looking, and he isn’t happy about it.

His face contorts and his breathing quickens, and his focus isn’t even on your brother explaining some new game he’s been wanting. The entire time he’s calculating what and how to approach you without hinting that he wasn’t pleased with the interaction.

He didn’t want to appear like some jealous-possessive type of lover—he wasn’t sure if you considered him that—but Fingon knew that something had to be done to reaffirm his security when it came to your relationship.

Pleased to have found a moment to steal away from your brother, he manages to accidentally bump into you the moment you re-entered the house from the backdoor, leaving your buddy in the backyard. Noticing Fingon muttering to himself, you paused from entering the guest toilet and walked over to inquire.

“Hey,” you sang and tapped his shoulder. “You okay? Noticed you’re looking sad?”

Feeling your hand on his shoulder, he melted under your touch and swivelled around to face you with a nonchalant expression while he was dying on the inside. Eyes shortly roaming your figure, he took an up-close image of your attire and ground his teeth. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

His left eye twitched.

Stifling a burst of laughter behind your hand, you tilted your head and teased—wasn’t a smart move on your end. “You haven’t spoken a word to me since you came over and I missed you. This isn’t because I brought my friend over?”

Fingon stifled his laughter—attempted to which came out like a scoff followed by a dark chuckle. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before slowly biting his lower lip. “Now where’s the humour in that? What’s so funny about missing me when you invited your little friend out there to keep you company? You shouldn’t keep him waiting too long; he’s probably getting lonely.”

His inability to hide his jealousy while denying it was adorable the longer he pouted and hunched over the counter contemplating. It urged you to step closer and wrap your arms around his waist, moulding your body against his. “You’re jelly Finno. I told you, he’s just a friend. Only a friend.”

But Fingon knew otherwise, for in your friend’s mind, he considered you more than what you did. And much to his annoyance, Fingon was beginning to lose his patience from the way you were pressing against him, driving him insane with your sweet fragrance. Breaking the restraints, his hands found themselves cupping your neck and tilting your head upwards to meet his lips brushing against yours. He smirked at your sharp intake of breath.

“Jealous,” he purred. “If he’s just your friend, then you wouldn’t mind if I staked my claim right here and now?”

“We can’t do that right now Fingon.” You were trembling in his hold the more his lips brushed against yours.

“Oh no sweetheart, that’s for tonight when I have all the time in the world. For now, a little kiss,” he breathed raspy as his lips trailed past your lips, along your jaw and to the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Right here, where you can show it off for me, hm.”

Indeed his definition of a little kiss was a few scattered hickeys on either side of your neck for your friend to receive the message.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Angrod

He wants nothing more than to toss your friend out the front door by his collar like a javelin without hesitation. His anger is seething the longer he stands beside your brother being introduced like he’s a side character all of a sudden.

It’s worse when your brother shows clear signs of knowing about your friendship with your guy friend for some time. Angrod’s eyes are twitching, and he’s irritated that you would even consider another boy to be your friend when he existed.

Were his frequent visitations not enough to get it into your head that you were together? The entire time he’s in the house, his eyes are locked on your little friend, gaging his every move to ensure they don’t cross a line.

And the only line your friend managed to cross was the way his eyes would lock onto your figure as you moved around the house. Was the need for looking like some love-sick puppy necessary?

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at her?” Angrod grumbled as he sat on the stool on the other side of the island while his opponent sad on the opposite side returning a challenging smirk. “It’s quite disrespectful since she considers you a friend, don’t you think?”

“Says who, you? Jealous of a little competition? Afraid that I’ll win her heart with my charm and good looks?” your friend sneered and folded his arms to appear larger. He was lucky that you weren’t present in the kitchen as he and Angrod had their exchange.

“Someone who looks and is built like the Shoebill stork shouldn’t be boasting so loudly. I would humble myself if I were you,” countered Angrod with a triumphant smug while darting his eyes at the staircase to look out for your return. He’d hate to be caught arguing for your attention like some jealous child—he hated engaging in the act currently as they argued.

Feeling insulted, your friend cleared his throat and released a sarcastic laugh. He wanted to return an insult concerning Angrod’s looks, but the blonde was indeed too handsome to bring down. Instead, he changed the topic of insult to another. “Going for my looks is a bit low, don’t you think? At least I’m not the one parading around as Y/N’s fake boyfriend; hate to say it, but that’s all you’ll ever be.”

“Funny that as Y/N’s fake boyfriend, I get to be in her room every night and anytime I visit instead of being limited to the kitchen…” Hitting the roof of his mouth with his tongue, he threw a wink at his stunned opponent whose jaw visibly clenched at hearing the disadvantage he faced. There was no way for him to overcome this defeat; indeed he had lost the game. “As her fake boyfriend, I get to know her inside-out, and more. What do you know?”

“I–…I…”

“Nothing. So consider this a respectful warning. The next time she calls you over, don’t. Your intentions don’t match hers and mine.”

Before your friend could respond, your footsteps echoed in the distance as your feet came thumping down the staircase and bounding into the kitchen. The first person you walked past and greeted was Angrod with a blink and smile before turning to sharply raise your brows at your friend and heading into the fridge, unaware of the tense exchange they both had.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Egalmoth

The fact that you thought for a second that after all the ramping around the sheets you and Egalmoth did and STILL thought it wise to bring a male friend over was you setting yourself up for some punishment.

Egalmoth wasn’t going to let this go…until he assessed the situation and decided the outcome was justifiably enough to his liking. This included the entire build-up process of eyeing your friend down and turning his visit into 21 questions.

If you were going to bring someone over, at least pick someone worth being in your presence to make the repercussions lessen. Instead, you picked someone who couldn’t hold a candle to your flame and then dared to state to Egalmoth’s face that he was interested in you.

Egalmoth was ready to get this over with and done. He wanted this BOY out of your house and never to set foot inside here again while ensuring that this incident never happened again…with anyone else.

“El, what are doing?” you barked out in a muffled voice as his hand clamped over your mouth. His face was inches apart from yours as he managed to fit his body into the cramped spacing of your guest toilet, not too far from the living room. Despite the dim light, you were able to notice the wicked gleam in his eyes as he towered over you.

“Shush, princess. Have no fear; I’m only doing what I’m supposed to: ensuring what belongs to me carries a signature.” He grinned wickedly as his hand slid off your mouth to wrap around the front of your throat and applied a small amount of pressure to the sides to prompt your eyes to roll into your head. A small whimper escaped, causing him to bite his lip. “Do you think your friend would mind I helped his eyes to stop roaming?”

The only response was a soft whine as he applied more pressure while nibbling on your lower lip. It didn’t take him long to turn his nibbles into slow kisses, leaving you breathless. He left no room for your body to pull away as he engaged in the sinful act in the privacy of your guest toilet. All your moans were gobbled up by him—a courtesy he was kind to pay—however he didn’t spare his mouth travelling lower to place hickeys down your neck, biting and sucking your skin as though it were nectar.

“E–…El, we’ll get caught…”

“Even better.”

Much to your fear and his satisfaction, in the middle of his hands travelling further to cup your ass while his mouth was busy on your clavicle, a knock on the door and your name went off. “Y/N, is everything alright? You’ve been in there for a while now.”

Suddenly, you heard Egalmoth’s voice rippling by your ear. “Go on…answer him or I will.”

The fear that resonated from deep within made you blurt out a rapid, shaky reply. “Y-Yeah, I’m f-fine. A little stomach, ah…problems.”

He hesitated to reply on the other end, finding your responses suspicious, however, he nodded his head and returned to the living room to wait for you.

“That wasn’t so hard was it, love? Now let’s see how many marks I can leave on you in five minutes.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Beleg

He’s confused because as much as he’s sleeping around with you; you are welcome to have friends of the opposite sex. However, it’s the proximity of the interactions that’s been bothering him since he was introduced.

Even a glance he made in your direction, there was a little guy friend who was, too close and with his arm wrapped around your waist. Beleg needed to check his eyes and perform a double take for that one. Your friend had Beleg plotting if removing someone’s hand was acceptable in instances like this because he needed it to be.

The rest of the night Beleg had vanished out of sight, cooling himself off with a walk in the dew because, for the first time, he was unsure about his self-control. He really liked you but didn’t want to ruin anything by confronting your friend.

It’s only when he returned during the early hours of the morning, that he realised that his cooling off was pointless since your friend was still present in the house.

“Why are you still here?” Beleg’s voice rang out clearly with a hint of displeasure as he eyed your friend up and down, scrutinising him harshly. “The celebration’s over, you should be at home.”

“Ah, about that. Y/N asked me to spend the night.”

Beleg believed that murder was the appropriate answer to this issue and not removing a limb. His eye twitched at the audacious remark which prompted a series of rises and falls of the corners of his lips. He had enough time to commit the crime and clean up the scene before anyone woke up. That seemed like the most suitable plan.

“Y/N asked you to spend the night? Doesn’t sound like the Y/N I know,” Beleg replied and took a few steps into the living room to remove his jacket. From the new angle, his forest eyes were shining brightly with thirst and eagerness. “Sounds to me like you invited yourself here when you should be at home. Would you like me to take you home?”

“Relax man,” your friend surrendered, laughing with his hands raised. “I don’t mean any harm.”

“Of course you don’t. You’re entirely harmless because your arms around her waist all night weren’t enough for me to know your intentions.” Walking into the kitchen to grab a can of Sprite from the top shelf, he popped the lid off and took a deep swig while boring holes into his challenger’s caught expression. If it was one thing you couldn’t Beleg with, it was knowing when someone was interested in another person: he knew the body language all too well.

Crossing his arms and legs as he leaned against the counter, your friend whispered ‘touché’ before he attempted to stand his ground once more. “If it bothers you this much, then why haven’t you made any move on her yet instead of leaving her available for people like me to have a chance?”

The urge to throw up at the assumption was vividly expressed on Beleg’s visage the longer he stared. With the can of Sprite already discarded in the bin, Beleg grew tired of maintaining the unnecessary weight of the conversation and chose to silently walk out of the kitchen with a small ‘good night’, making a turn for the staircase.

“Where are you going?”

“To sleep, what else.”

“I know, but shouldn’t you be sleeping down here since they don’t have any rooms to offer?”

Beleg chuckled, shaking his head with a victorious triumphant grin. “That only applies to you. I get invited to sleep in Y/N’s room whenever I’m here by Y/N. Good night.”

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[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Honey, I love your hc! OK I need another set of the Noticing You've Picked Up Their Mannerisms but with Tyelko and also Glorfindel! Please and also thank you in advance! 💚💚💚

Noticing you’ve picked up their mannerisms - Celegorm and Glorfindel

Author’s note: A bit late but here it is! Enjoy queen💅🏽

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Celegorm

Ever since he was little, Tyelkormo has had the habit of persuading others with a specific move whenever he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to be doing

He told you about it once, and you had burst out laughing because you simply couldn’t imagine him acting this way, since he was usually the one receiving the compliments — why would he need to turn it around?

It had all started as a joke, when he had asked his mother permission to follow his older brothers into the woods past sunset to go bird watching

Nerdanel, however, had denied her then youngest child and that was when little Tyelko had found out that his silver tongue could get him anywhere

You didn’t believe him when he had told you about this sneaky tactic of his, but then remembered how many times he had persuaded you to do certain things or turn a blind eye on what he was doing

Usually, he would have no problem with you doing your thing but today, you really wanted to practice sparring with the Ambarussar who were insisting you brought their brother’s precious longsword

You knew he wouldn’t allow it, since that weapon meant a lot to him it’s basically an extension of his ego but you decided to give it a try

So when you enter his room, ask nicely and end up getting rejected, you gently hug him from behind and tell him how much you would appreciate it, how he had such a generous heart and how his sword would be the only worthy weapon yadayadayada

Basically you’re sucking up to him like a champ, touch his biceps while you’re at it

Someone with an ego like that simply can’t resist a beautiful person complimenting him right?

“I suppose I could- hey!” He frees himself from your sensual grip and stares at you with wide eyes, a surprised, playful grin spreading across his face seconds later “I don’t believe it, using my own evil ways against me,” he muses in disbelief, feline eyes twinkling mischievously

You feign shock, mockingly placing your hand on your heart “Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

A for effort queen

Nevertheless, Tyelko is impressed. You almost tricked him! That deserves a reward

But now he’s staring at you through the window, hawk eyes watching his precious sword in your nervous hands — performance anxiety incoming

And be prepared to be charmed when you return

Glorfindel

This one is bittersweet

When he first returned from the Halls of Mandos, Glorfindel wore his hair in a single braid, never once letting it down like he used to ages ago

You know it was because of his last battle, and you also know that it had taken him a long time to overcome the habit of putting his golden tresses into a braid whenever he was about to leave his chambers

It just made him feel safer

You’ve seen him do it countless times. You’d wake up to him sitting on the edge of the bed, hands quickly working to weave a specific pattern into the braid

You hardly put your hair up, the sole reason being you preferred it down

But today was rather windy and you’ve been running around with hair blowing all over the place, blocking your view, tangling itself in your jewellery and tickling your face and neck constantly

Glorfindel is at your side, helping you pick some seasonal herbs for you to dry and press later this evening when a lock of your hair blows in his face, making him scrunch his nose

You laugh, gently pulling it back and begin to complain about the windy weather while your hands simultaneously start gathering the hair and braiding it in his unique style

He’s stunned and just watches you without really listening to you talk — that braid looks awfully familiar

The way your hands subconsciously move just like his astounds him

“Wait, Y/N, let me see,” he softly turns your head to the side to admire the intricate pattern worked into your braid, you literally copied each and every one of his techniques flawlessly

For some reason he feels emotional, knowing that this braid emerged from a deep wound within, and now his beloved is wearing it with a smile on their face

In a way, he feels proud to have had such an impact on you — a person who never really braids their hair in the first place

“What is it?” you ask before connecting the dots “I didn’t realize!” Your hand flies up to touch the back only to be met with his already caressing your hair in awe

“It looks beautiful on you,” he sighs, gently laying the braid across your shoulder

In that moment, Glorfindel feels closer to you than ever

He sees your love in that braid, his story coming into contact with yours and creating something wonderful

You make a mental note to wear your hair like this more often just to see the wistful expression on his face

He doesn’t talk about his last battle very often, but you feel like you got a bit closer to him today

And he feels it too, he’s already contemplating how to share more of his past with you, step by step :)

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[lovefairymina]

You: Hey, blondie! What's your body count?

Celegorm: *shrugs his shoulders* I don't know. Probably over 1,000 or something.

You: *shocked* Oh my god! You're a whore!

Celegorm: *confused* How does that make me a whore?! *realization* Oh wait! Are we talking about the number of people we slept with?

You: Yeah...?

Celegorm: Oh! I haven't done that yet, so...

You: *paling* Then why did you say over 1,000?

Cold sweating, he took an audible gulp and a step away from you. “Because that's how many people I've hugged and...had friendly accidents with. You know how life suddenly takes a turn and you got to be...different with people in a uh...violent way...ha. Anyways, what about you?”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {celegorm} #tyelkormo #turcafinwë #celegorm x you #celegorm x y/n #celegorm imagine #celegorm #tyelko #house of feanor #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Lovely M! Your requests are open! So I was wondering if you would mind writing a lil something for my favourite wolf boi (or Celegorm!) With the prompt "jousting"

I'm feeling something comedic, but I'm ultimately leaving the vibe up to you

As always, you're welcome to make it lemon-y sour if you would like, preferably fem!reader, and maybe set in the normal time frame or thereabouts

Thanks in advance if you decide to write this! <3

Right. Since you prefer the normal time frame, how about Celegorm learning to joust somewhere in Middle-Earth?

This won’t be smut, but I’ve added some NSFW elements all the same.

“Little game”

Pairing: Celegorm x Fem. Reader (Mortal | second person POV) | Location: Middle-Earth / Himlad | Prompt: Joust

Themes : Soft | NSFW

Warnings : Kissing | Teasing | Innuendo | Use of a weapon (Lance)

Word count: 1.2k words

Summary: Celegorm is frustrated after not having mastered the lance quickly enough.  

Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

"My lord! That is not how you couch a lance!"

Celegorm closed his eyes and groaned in frustration. Here he was, a son of Fëanor, a student of none other than the great hunter Oromë himself, failing to wield what was, to all intents and purposes, a heavy stick with a blunted end.

"This is cumbersome!" He complained, "and wholly unsuitable! I insist you hand me my sword immediately!"

"No." You took your time walking to the end of the sparring field, where a straw target was already mounted onto a pivot. "You wanted to learn, my lord. Now learn. Come now," you said, tugging at the straps, the shield, and the leather war-hammer stuffed with tufts of wool. "Surely you, a son of Fëanor, are not admitting defeat."

Celegorm narrowed his eyes, the tips of his ears flushing red and twitching in anger. "Hold your tongue, woman."

"Hold it?" Wicked humor fills your eyes. "What a shame, for I thought you dearly loved it when I swirled my tongue around the tip of yo…"

"Enough!" Red-cheeked, embarrassed, and more than a little inflamed, Celegorm gave you a cheeky grin. "Enough. Very well. Teach me how to couch this wretched thing." 

You helped him with his grip and the angle of his aim. "Lean forward in your saddle," you counseled. "It will help with your balance. Keep your eye on the target. Extend your arm fully just before striking. The speed of your horse will do the rest."

Celegorm listened and took your advice to heart. He held the lance firmly, tucking it under his arm for support. You backed away when he dug his heels into his horse, and it broke into a gallop, racing towards the straw target with all the speed it could muster, its hooves tearing up the grassy earth beneath it. Celegorm waited until the right time, just as he was told. He extended his arm and released, just as he was told. The blunted end struck the shield square in the center. Celegorm hooted in triumph, then howled in agony when the target spun like a top and the stuffed war-hammer struck him square on the back. You ran to him as soon as it happened, alarm coursing through your body. 

"My lord!" You cried. "My lord, are you hurt?"

"Just my blasted pride," Celegorm answers quickly, ridding himself of the lance. It fell to the earth with a soft thud. "Tell me. How old are mortal children when they acquire skill with this weapon?"

"Ten and six for most, my lord," you replied, pausing. "If they are strong enough to wield it." 

"Ten and six." Celegorm sputtered in disbelief. "Eru save me. And how old were you?"

"The same age or thereabouts. Some are deadly with the lance by the time they reach that age."

"Deadly with it." Celegorm stammered again, ashamed that an elf should struggle to master a weapon. "If my brothers learn of this, I will not hear the end of their teasing."

"All the more reason for you to practice," you reply. You had heard of Celegorm's brothers and how they competed against each other. You felt for him. "But enough for today. We will start again tomorrow."

Celegorm dismounted and walked with you back to the tower house he had come to call home, to the chambers that gave him some peace. Once safely ensconced in his bedroom, you helped him undress.

"You said you were unhurt!" you exclaimed. An angry bruise had formed, just beneath his shoulder blades. "Pray give me a moment. I have a balm for it."

"No." Celegorm crawled onto his featherbed, biting back a helpless whimper. "Leave it be for now. Come, lay beside me a little."

The world outside changed and darkened. Golden light gave way to the dark, the animals of the night, and the full moon. Torches came to life, their light chasing away the gloom. A dog barked just beneath the open window. Someone shouted orders. 

Celgorm was silent, brooding over his failure. You propped yourself on your elbow. "How are you, truly?"

He turned to face you, his rich blue eyes half-hidden in shadow.

"Ashamed," he confessed. "I am an elf, one who was born in Valinor, and a prince of the Noldor besides. And yet I struggle to master a weapon." 

"This was only your third day, my lord." You reached out and brushed stray locks of golden hair out of his eyes. "There is no shame in not mastering a skill so soon."

"Yes, but mortal children do. By the time they are ten and six!"

"Because our world is more dangerous, we have no other choice. Do not fret, my lord. You will be unhorsing the best of them before long."

The games, or jousts, as the Edain called it were something they devised to train and prepare hopeful warriors. Celegorm had heard of it, after establishing a lordship for himself in Himlad. Those from amongst the Edain would ride against each other, seeking honor, gold, and glory, companions to shower them with all manner of favors. He was told the next games would be held on another turn of the moon. There was still enough time for him to learn. Celegorm grew more hopeful. 

"Yes," he decided. "I will be ready then. Now, what shall we do to pass the time?"

You wrinkle your brow. "Read, perhaps? Shall I call for some candles?"

"No." Celegorm sat up, shaking his head, and said, "No. I am not in the mood to read."

"No books?" you said, tilting your head to the side and smiling slowly. "How about a game of dice, then? It is all the fashion now."

"As my brother Curufin would tell you," Celegorm said gravely, "I should be allowed nowhere near a game of dice. Or any game of chance, for that matter." 

You smiled and sat up straight. This was all just part of a little game that both of you played every night without fail. Celegorm would fuss, you would offer other amusements, and Celegorm would fuss again. The game inevitably ended in fits of laughter and passionate embraces. 

"Hmmm." You narrowed your eyes in mock concentration. "No books and no games of chance. How about some music, then?" 

Celegorm's eyes blazed then. "Oh yes. I know just the music I want to hear now, and only you can provide it."

The true meaning of what he said was not lost on you. You made yourself look sober and grave, and replied thus: "You commanded me to hold my tongue, my lord, and I am not one to ignore such commands. Because of this, you will have no music from me."

Celegorm clapped his hand over his heart. "Oh!" He lamented. "Would you forgive me for my careless command, sweet y/n? How can I atone for it? Should I plead? Go to my knees? Abase myself like a lowly creature before my wounded love?" 

It was hard to remain stern after his little display. You laughed, in small burps at first, before breaking into fits of it. 

"You, my lord, are impossible." You leaned forward and kissed him. Celegorm slid his arms around you, his sweet breath leaving you dizzy and weak. "But I am glad you are mine."

"As I am glad you are mine," Celegorm laid back down, taking you with him. "Now come, loosen that beautiful tongue for me."

#celegorm #celegorm imagine #celegorm x reader #tyelkormo #sons of feanor #the silm #the silm imagine #middle earth #middle earth x reader #middle earth imagines #x reader #reader insert request

[sakasakiii]

the idea of the peredhel twins having heightened senses due to their maia blood is one of the concepts ive seen floating around that i really like, so here's my take on it combined with the feanorians (+ fingon) lingering about as houseless spirits that i explored some time ago in an old inktober post 😌

houseless spirits see all, but they can't interact with the world around them so i suppose that makes for quite a static existence...but compared to an oathbound eternity in Mandos (sans Fingon??), i like to imagine they'll stay a little longer to watch over those left behind, just to make sure they're doing alright 👍🏻

some more lighthearted bonuses cuz why not:

#silmarillion #maedhros #maglor #kidnap fam #elrond #elros #silmarillion comic #itd be pretty freaky to see injured ghost dudes lurking around but honestly i think after sirion its just another monday to the the twins #maglor has an inkling of whats going on but maedhros shrugs it off as kids having overactive imaginations #fingons here to mourn over maedhros' decline but also to make sure turgons great grandkids are doing aite #i despise colouring 😭😭 #peredhel twins #sons of feanor #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #fingon #ambarussa #amrod #amras #mnm's dysfunctional family #noldor #amon ereb #silm #the silmarillion #the silmarillion fanart #elves #sakasakart #silm art #ghosts

[imakemywings]

I do love Celebrimbor takes where post-death/rebirth he actually has very little to say to his family until they show some signs of remorse or personal growth from the atrocities they committed in Middle-earth.

#let him be angry!! #he left for a reason!! #and I don't think he wants comfort from a guy (MAEDHROS) who slaughtered an entire culture and killed and kidnapped children #if he's going to anyone for comfort it's cousins and other extended family #he left Curufin and Celegorm before the Second Kinslaying was even on the horizon because he couldn't defend them anymore #I cannot IMAGINE the horror of learning from a distance of the things they did after that #I honestly cannot imagine he is very interested in having a relationship with his father/uncles after this #at least not without some SERIOUS repenting on their parts #rambling #celebrimbor

[sesamenom]

the joy of his youth has burned away and in its place is wrath

#silm #silmarillion #amras #i really like how his hair turned out #imagine ambarussa being all happy and playful and legolas-y in valinor #spending most of their time running around the woods with celegorm and aredhel #but then in beleriand after amrods death #amras is only known as the grim lord of the wilds haunted by a ghostly figure

[whiteladyofithilien]

I think my main reason for shipping Caranthir and Haleth is because we need at least one inter-race Tolkien couple where the human is a woman. Like all three canon human-elven pairings it's always the fabulous fae elven beauty and the heroic dude and I'm like... What about a mighty elf-lord and his badass human lady? Hmm? I need this to be a thing and Haleth/Caranthir is the only ship I know of that has that dynamic going for it plus of the middle three sons of Feanor Caranthir is the only one NOT part of the attacks on Luthien... therefore he's the best of those 3

#also i really like to imagine Caranthirs brothers visiting bitching about their failed plot to force Luthien to marry Celegorm #and his lady Haleth absolutely kicking their ass for being such douches #like these two elf-lords FLEE from her fury #meanwhile Caranthir is almost on the floor crying with laughter #like he just watched his bad boy brothers absolutely book it in terror from his human wife #like the capes trailing after them as they run tripping over each other to escape #haleth #caranthir #halanthir #caranleth #i think halanthir sounds better #human elf #jrr tolkien #tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #silm fandom #silm ships #silmarillion #haleth of the haladin #haledin #halethrim #haldad #middle Earth power couple

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine trying to enjoy alone time in a tavern, but then ending up as the local therapist for an elf and his relatives.

Imagine trying to simply enjoy some alone time in a tavern, drinking some beverage, and minding your own business till you meet this one elf and  became regular chat buddies. Now, the relatives of this elf keep coming to the tavern to talk about their problems with you. 

Warnings: reader’s sanity gets tested. 

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Day 1

Maedhros: *Walks into the tavern, takes a seat, orders a drink, and slams his head against the table*

You: Now that sounds like someone is done with everyday life.

Maedhros: You have no idea. 

You: Which one for you, work or unbearable relatives?

Maedhros: Hmm?

You: Work or unbearable relatives? Sometimes it's the work that tires you out, but sometimes it’s the relatives– who do things that make you tick beyond measure. 

Maedhros: Hmm… both. Why would you like to know?

You: Just filling out boredom. Wanna have a drink? I can pay for you because you look like you need it. 

Maedhros: Well – that is nice of you. I am Maedhros. 

You: (Name)

After a week of meeting with Maedhros to shit talk about family, drink, and send each other off– not to be seen for another week. 

Maedhros: And yet again, I have to clean up after my brothers. 

You: Man, that sucks. 

Maedhros: Indeed. I have to go. It was nice talking to you. 

You: Bye. 

Maedhros: Farewell. 

Maedhros: *Walks out of the tavern after paying the bartender*

You: *Sits in silence, drinking*

Maglor: *Walks in and notices you*

Maglor: Excuse me? Are you (Name)?

You: Uuh – yeah? 

Maglor: I heard about you from my brother, Maedhros. He apparently likes to come here to talk and drink with you. 

You: And you are?

Maglor: I am Maglor.

You: Ah, the one that sings in the morning and never shuts up. 

Maglor: What?

You: Nothing! What do you want? 

Maglor: I will be honest. I need to relieve something out of my chest. And since Maedhros likes talking with you. I have been ha — *talks about his problems with his family*

You: *Staring at him, confused.*

You: Wha –?

Week 2

You: *Trying to enjoy peace after having talk sessions with both Maedhros and Maglor for a week. 

Caranthir: You!

You: Wah! What!

Caranthir: Are you (Name)?

You: uhm – yes? I’m sorry. Did I do something to piss you off?

Caranthir: No. Why would you think that?

You: You look angry. 

Caranthir: Well, I’m not. I am Caranthir. I heard about you from two of my brothers, Maedhros and Maglor. 

You: Oh, the grumpy one and the one that hoards all the gold?

Caranthir: What?

You: Nothing! What can I do for you?

Caranthir: I heard talking with you helps relieve stress and resolve problems. So, let me start –

You: And what if I don’t-

Caranthir: I will only talk about this once, so listen carefully. I am so done with my –*talks about his problems with his brothers and relatives and problems managing the money*

You: What?

Week 4

You: *Groaning while lying your head against the table*

Celegorm: You (Name)?!

You: What? Who — who are you two?!

Celegorm & Curufin: *sits on each side of you that you sat between them*

Celegorm: We belong to the same family as the rest of our dear brothers, who seem to like turning their backs on us in our time of need. 

You: That – doesn’t tell me anything. 

Curufin: His name is Celegorm and I am Curufin. 

You: Oh, The unhinged forest goblin and the cheap copy of dad?

Celegorm & Curufin: What?

You: Nothing! I assume you wanna talk and let something out of your chest too? 

Celegorm: Excellent! Then there is no need for an explanation. Let me tell you what kind of a rough week we had. 

Celegorm: I was planning good things for our people, but they kicked us out because apparently we were evil, and I tried to force myself upon Doriath’s princess. I was only trying to show I would be a better option than that mortal man. She even stole my dog! 

Celegorm: Can you believe that? And all people claim we’re the most problematic people in Beleriand. 

You: Didn’t you try to kill them, though?

Curufin: And my son doesn’t want to be my son anymore? Apparently, I disgusted him so much that he decided to disown himself. 

You: —what?

Week 6

You: *Groaning even harder after exhausting weeks of listening to the feanorians’ problems*

Fingon: Excuse me, are you by any chance (Name)?

You: Please, don’t tell me you’re one of Maedhros’s brothers!

Fingon: Oh no, I’m not.

You: – really?

Fingon: I’m his half-cousin!

You: dammit!

Week 8

Fingolfin: You must be (Name)

You: Huh?

Fingolfin: Okay, let me talk about my kids and those problematic nephews of mine. 

You: Sir? Do I know you?

Fingolfin: My kids don’t listen to me, and my half-brother’s kids just do anything they like, causing problems and being a bunch of ruffians. 

You: Sir? Sir? SIR?!

Week 14

Maedhros: Hey, (Name). Sorry, I have not been visiting for a while. I have been busy with work. 

Maedhros: (Name)?

You: *You sit up, shadows and bags in your eyes, exhausted and looking like you were going to break down at any moment*

Maedhros: (Name)! What happened? You look awful!

You: You – and the rest of your family need to find professional help.

#maedhros x reader #maglor x reader #caranthir x reader #celegorm #curufin #fingon #fingolfin #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #middle earth x reader #middle earth #elf therapy #feanorians x reader #silmarillion imagine #middle earth imagines

[lidoshka]

For @feanorianweek​ Day 1: Maedhros

Even in his youth, maedhros didn’t have enough hands to handle his brothers, especially Celegorm.

I guess now in his adulthood Maedhros misses the problems of those old days.

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@feanorianweek Dia 1: Maedhros

Incluso en su juventud, Maedhros no tenia suficientes manos para controlar a sus hermanos, en especial a Celegorm.

supongo que ahora en la adultez Maedhros extraña los problemas de esos días.

#mis trazos #feanorianweek #feanorians #maedhros #the eternal babysiter #celegorm #the Eramos Felices y no lo Sabiamos series #Lemme rant a little bit #At first I wanted to draw Maedhros missing his hand #But then I started imagining moments in which he had two hands #And thus this series was born. #I think in his youth Mae wanted to have 3 hands to handle his brothers #And that would still have been insufficient to handle Celegorm. #Listen Mae has only one hand now but he has an army and seneschals and STILL he struggles to handle Celegorm.

[doodle-pops]

Wonderful Accidents

Celegorm x reader

A/N: A little fluff doodle I had for Celegorm sitting there as one of my early pieces. Plus, I've been writing lots of angst for Tyelko and no fluff, so this is a change.

Warnings: a few sexual innuendos, fluff, Celegorm being playful and soft

Words: 2.2k

Synopsis: You and Celegorm decided to spend the day outdoors which led to an impromptu water fight.

“Are you sure this is the right way we’re going?” This was the hundredth time in the last thirty minutes you asked Celegorm that question. To say that he was annoyed was the last thing was able to do when it came to you, he did understand that this was the first time you were trekking through the forest, and the most you could do was be a little faithful in his knowledge around the area. However, every time a bird squawked, or a deer ran past, you’d run up to him and grip his shirt to ensure you remained close to him.

“Are you afraid of getting lost? Don’t worry, I know every inch of these woods and we’re not far from the location.” The smirk was evident on his face and in his voice as he was aware of how scared you were and choosing to run to him as your protector, it made his already extravagant ego skyrocket.

Taking his hand and untangling yours from his shirt, he brought it to his lips giving it a small kiss, not without nipping at the skin playfully and then turned, tugging it in his direction to follow. With your short legs, it was difficult to keep up with strides; it felt as though you needed to run to keep up with him and he wasn’t planning to slow down.

You remembered how excited he was when he burst through your door bragging about how he found the perfect place to take you on your next date. What he didn’t tell you until the last minute after you had dressed up, was that the place was in the forest, and you needed to hike to get there. This resulted in you throwing your hairbrush and a few other items at him after you had to change your pre-planned outfit four days before the date.

He knew you weren’t one for the extreme outdoor activities, so him taking you hiking through the forest had your head spinning in hopes that he wasn’t going to make you do something beyond daring like cliff diving, something you learnt that he and his cousins liked to do.

Tripping over a moss-covered root, your face nearly implanted against the other roots if it weren’t for the muscular arms that were wrapped around your waist and lifting you with ease. Looking up, you were met with playful green eyes and a teasing glint circling in them. Instead of placing you back on your feet, he chose to keep his arms around you, lifting you into them and continued walking. Automatically wrapping your arms around his neck, he laughed at your reaction.

“You ought to be careful, wouldn’t want for you to be getting injured out here, who knows what hungry animals are waiting to eat you up.” He ended his words by him bringing his face into the crook of your neck to nibble against the skin. If it was one thing you had to learn the fun and hard way about him, was that he was awfully touchy and any opportunity he could find to touch or kiss you, he’d do it without shame, even before his family.

“Sorry, you know I have two left feet and I can’t do anything about that.” You were practically stuttering while his lips were still attached to your neck. You could feel the growing smirk as his lips travelled upwards to meet your earlobe, giving a little nibble before whispering.

“Are you saying that you don’t mind if some animal ate you up, hmm? Even if it was me?” The blush was evident on your face, you could have out-blushed his brother at this point. Refusing to meet his eyes, this urged him to continue his teasing. “Would you like it if I ate you up? I could do it right here and now, all you have to do is say the words.”

Despite his focus being placed on you, he never lost sight of his footings as he stepped over intricated, intertwined tree roots, especially those covered in moss—you most certainly didn’t need him slipping and falling over them while carrying you.

“What’s got you so shy now little mouse; cat’s got your tongue? Don’t tell me you’re turned on now…I mean in a place like this things can get quite heated.” Removing your arms from around his neck, you brought them to cover your face to hide the growing blush that was spreading.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t want.” Peeking through your hands, you looked up at him to see him staring at you before sending a wink your way.

Walking for another half an hour, you saw light peeking through the trees up ahead as well as the sound of rushing water falling. Pinching your brows at the revelation of where he brought you, you turned your head to beam at him and noticed that he was smiling at your expression. He had brought you to a waterfall, adjoined by a meadow. Stepping out of the forest and into the meadow, he walked over to the rocks and placed you down.

“Judging by your face, you love it?” he affectionately inquired.

Your head was still looking around, taking in the beauty of the environment, and gasping every few seconds. Sliding off the boulder, you came to stand on your feet before moving to walk closer to the pool of water. The clear, pristine and crystal-like glow from the waters made you believe that you were looking at gems glittering in the pool. Stooping down, your hand stretched out to scoop some of the water and brought it to your lips to taste. The sweetness of the water was the perfect contrast to the coolness the water provided as it slid down your throat.

“This place is beautiful Tyelko, where’d you find it? Is it even real?” He was smiling at your child-like awe expression plastered across your face, pleased with himself for putting it there in the first place.

Eyes following your form, he watched as you hopped across to the meadow, dancing away as the wind blew causing your clothes and hair to ruffle. While laughing as you hopped from place to place, you turned your head to the sound of clothes rustling in the background. Upon eye contact, you watched as your lover removed his shirt and belts from his body leaving him shirtless in his wake. You weren’t sure if he was aware of your staring, but you were sure that your mouth was watering at the sight.

Throwing the remaining items to the ground and without looking at you, he walked off to dive into the pool creating a huge splash everywhere. Still frozen in your spot, your brain had short-circuited at the image of him shirtless in all his glory. You knew you had seen him like this lots of times, but something about today made the entire process different. You didn’t know if to move from your spot to stand there and observe him in the distance, watch how his silver hair would cling to his skin or the way his muscles would flex every time he moved his arm to swim. You felt as though you were having an external crisis.

“Are you going to stand there and stare, or are you coming in?” He had finally turned to face you, providing you with the perfect view of his pectorals, as he ran his hand through his hair removing what little stray strands that was stuck.

You hadn’t walked with any extra clothing to change if you chose to bathe in your attire and it wasn’t as though you could have stripped out of your clothes that easily. So, should you take the risk of bathing with him or decline?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You were walking over to where his clothes lay on the ground, bending over to pick them up and place them on the nearby rock.

“Why not? I don’t see the problem.”

“I can’t strip down like you, plus even if I jumped in, my entire attire would become soaked. I’d have to sit for hours before it dried off.” Laughing at your reasons, he still didn’t see it being good enough to stop you from joining him, he really wanted you to come in the water.

“It’s okay, we’re here the entire day, so get in the water before I drag you in myself.” You saw how his regular grin turned into his famous challenging grin. He was waiting for you to deny him again before he’d spring out of the water and toss you in. The whole point of him bringing you here was for you two to enjoy yourselves and that meant, bathing with him.

Casting him a side glance, growing weary of his movements, you did your best to shift away from him though, not quick enough. Cutting through the water with ease and grace he had managed to grip you by your sleeve, before dragging you into the water. Had you had better reaction time, you would have been able to brace yourself when you tumbled into the water with grace, instead, you fell ridiculously into the water.

Flailing your arms around widely, struggling to find your footing, Celegorm was laughing his ass off at your dramatized antics. When you did find your grounds and stood up, the once loud laughter that echoed throughout the area, had died down.

Wiping the water out of your eyes and turning your head to catch your lover’s attention, you saw the wicked gleam in his eyes before he launched himself at you, taking you under for a bit of wrestling. It was impossible to escape his phenomenal grasp, nor were you sure you wanted to leave when his arms were wrapped around you comfortably. Flailing around in the water as he did most of the wrestling, tossing you into the water and laughing at your wet cat image, you found yourself slowly enjoying the moment more than you expected. Seeing him so carefree with you and having no restrictions or withholding himself from sharing the fun brought you contentment. But this was getting out of hand with the wins to losses in the short period since you were dragged in the water.

“You know this isn’t how a wrestling match occurs. It’s usually you and I wrestle together at the same time, not you taking advantage and beating me up,” you sputtered as you raised out the water and wiped your eyes and nose.

Bracing his arm against the wall of rock and stretching his body as though he was modelling, he gave a Cheshire cat grin, knowing fully well that you were right, but he wanted to be a little tease instead. “If you’re weak, I would suggest you mention it, so I’d go easy and grant you a win. No need to make up excuses.”

“Don’t get all cocky on me big boy. I can still whip your ass.” There it was. The challenge he anticipated once his games began. Locking eyes with yours and seeing the enthusiasm shining, his blood spiked.

Before you knew it, Tyelko had cut through the water like a knife, arrived at your side and was in the process of dunking you under the water once again. Your hands scrambled to latch onto his arms to drag him under the water so you could push him down, but he was quick to anticipate your movements. Bursting out the water coughing and swearing at him, he was busy sticking out his tongue at you.

“Awe, is my poor little baby ready to admit defeat,” he taunted while swimming away from you. “Still gonna whip my ass?”

“Trust me Tyelko,” you retorted with a devilish grin on your face, already making your way towards him, “We’re not leaving here until I win at least once or no one leaves!”

“Then we’ll be here all day—Ah!” As soon as he opened his mouth to reply, his words turned into screams and gurgles as you dove on him, dragging him under to choke on his prideful words. And as you declared, you did leave that evening triumphant with more than one win, and Tyelko’s pride defeated.

He tried all how that evening to regain his sense of purpose by challenging you for kisses to soothe the burns. It only resulted in him pouting like a giant baby after you denied him because you understood just how sly he was. “Can’t you just give me one little kiss? It will make me feel better.”

“Fair play Tyelko. The loser should be kissing the winner, not begging for them,” you reminded him with a pinch to his cheek as you curled against his side, watching the cinders flicker through the smoke. “So are you going to give me my kisses, or shall I inform your brothers upon our return that you lost to me?”

You felt the internal groan he released in his head before it fluttered past his lips. Grumbling as he did as a child, he turned to you and huffed. “This isn’t fair! This is torture. If anything, I deserve those kisses because I won more matches than y—”

Growing annoyed by his lack of compliance for a simple kiss, you had reached over to squeeze his cheeks together and gift him a victory kiss to shut him up. “There! We both got our kiss, so cease your squabbling.”

“What if I continued quarrelling for another?”

“Then you might kiss my fist.”

“Ha. Ha. Funny, but can I have another?”

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[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Of Strawberries and Wine - Celegorm x reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Never in a million years did you expect the Ambarussar asking you to party with them to turn your night into something like this.

Tags: Fluff, this is just silly goofy

Author's note: Inspired by my own drunk antics when listening to this song at a party the other day. Wine is one sexy beverage

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You didn’t plan for this to happen. 

You had wanted to stay in your chambers, pamper yourself and go to bed early.

So how did you end up here? In the middle of the floor, drunk on the finest Noldorin wine, dancing your heart out, for everyone to see. 

It had been your friends’ fault. Amrod and Amras, to be exact. They had come knocking on your door hours earlier, demanding you to join them at the festivities that were taking place downstairs. You had no choice but to say yes, nobody could resist the Ambarussar’s charms. The sons of Fëanor were known to possess captivating auras, having everyone in awe of their beauty and poise. You could hardly resist one of them, how were you supposed to say no when there were two of them standing in front of you? 

So there you were, twirling around in your intricately embroidered dress, a radiant smile on your warm face. Your senses were clouded. The only thing on your mind were the taste of that wine and the music hitting your ears — well, that and the pair of silver eyes that had been staring at you throughout the entire night.

You’d be foolish to think he’d actually approach you. Not when there were other, much more beautiful elleths right next to him, greedily staring at his pale complexion, waiting for him to make a move. You raised the glass to your lips and took another sip of that sweet, sweet wine before turning to spin around when you tripped on the train of your dress and, to your shame, bumped into the person next to you. Apologizing profusely when they gave you a disapproving look, you took a few steps back to regain your composure. How embarrassing.

You could feel the blood rushing through your veins, right into your face. Did he see? 

Turning your head ever so slightly, you were met with mischieviously twinkling eyes. His smirk said more than a thousand words. Shit. 

What were you thinking? Coming here and getting drunk. You should have known he’d be here. 

Taking a deep breath, you decided to look for the twins, who you spotted enthusiastically dipping all sorts of fruit into a chocolate fountain. You shook your head, smiling at the buffoonery that was taking place in front of you before making your way over to them. 

"Y/N! There you are!" Amras cried out, eyes wide. "You have to try these fruits, they are exquisite!" Next to him, Amrod furiously gestured for you to try some. Eru, they must have been drinking at least twice as much as you. Being friends with the youngest princes certainly brought along wild nights and stories full of stupid decisions to be laughed at the next morning, when everyone was hungover and miserable. Relief washed over you as soon as you dipped a strawberry into the fountain and partook in the twins’ feast. Everything seemed so magnified. The sweet taste of the stawberries and chocolate on your tongue, the twins’ silly laughter, your heartbeat speeding up with each sip of wine you took. You relished in their presence, laughing like elflings whenever someone would pass you by and give you a dirty look — they were obviously missing out on the time of their lives. 

And so, you forgot about that embarrassing moment. In fact, you were so focused on the delicacies and shenanigans in front of you that you didn’t notice his presence behind you. Only when the Ambarussar shouted his name did it dawn on you that — shit — he was here.

"Tyelko!"

You froze when you felt his gaze on you, cold and rational, yet amused. 

"My dear brothers, such a mess you have made." 

His voice, deep and dripping with mockery, had your cheeks burning up. You prayed to Eru that he wouldn’t notice, that your cheeks were only this tinted because of the wine you had drunk. Most of all, you prayed the twins wouldn’t out you to their brother who they knew you had been crushing on for months on end. 

Get it together, Y/N. Your posture!

You straightened your back before sneaking a glance at Celegorm, only to find him looking right at you. Valar, you were not prepared for the intensity of his silver orbs and the way they seemed to analyze your every move. How you wished you could just confidently stare back at him, hell, even ask him to dance. But whenever he was near, you felt paralyzed, unable to move, speak and think. 

Welp, you decided to drown your sorrow in wine yet again by taking a rather long swig, completely disassociating as soon as the drink hit your taste buds. What a heavenly beverage, indeed. You were in desperate need of a refill, preferably with some more strawberries to put inside your glass, at this point.

"Y/N?" 

You were brought back to reality when a hand was waving frantically in front of your face. Blinking rapidly, you noticed how Amrod’s face had an awkward expression while Amras was biting his lip so hard to keep himself from laughing, you were scared he would draw blood. Shit.

Celegorm on the other hand looked almost proud, and only then did you notice his extended hand in front of you. Was he- 

"Let me repeat myself, may I have this dance?"

Eyes widening, you managed to stammer out a "Y-yes!" before taking his hand — not before Amras had snatched the wine glass out of yours, smart move — and letting yourself be led onto the dance floor. The music was still as upbeat as it was when you had been dancing on your own, moments ago. However, now, you found it insanely difficult to move, especially with his hand on your waist. You weren’t dreaming, were you?

"You have a rather interesting way of dancing," he mused, twirling you around before catching you in his arms, his grip on your waist ever so firm. It was then that it dawned on you that this was indeed, really happening. But before you could begin to force out a comeback, he was twirling you again, with such ease. You felt like a doll, light and tiny in his arms. When he caught you again, he leant down and to your surprise whispered in your ear: "I find it quite endearing." 

His hushed voice sent shivers down your spine. You could feel that infamous smirk against your ear. His scent was all around you, you feared you would faint if you didn't have all those eyes on you. He knew what he was doing, that tease.

Something inside of you started burning at that. You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or just the adrenaline. Maybe it was the twins jumping up and down in your peripheral vision, but you felt different. Casting your gaze sideways to see the other elleths staring daggers at you, you decided to just run with it. It wasn’t like you had anything to lose. 

So the next time he twirled you around, you let go of his hand and let your feet carry you in circles, gracefully dancing around him, before he pulled you close again. When you finally had the courage to look him in the eyes, you found them sparkling with excitement. The smile on his handsome face seemed to grow even more when you snaked your arms around his neck — that wine was working wonders — and whispered back "About time you asked me to dance, then." 

You were positive you heard the Ambarussar scream in the corner, finally seeing you make your move. What a wild night this had turned into. You couldn’t believe you would have missed out on this opportunity if they hadn’t kicked in your door earlier. And so, you kept on dancing, growing more comfortable with each spin, until the only thing clouding your vision were Celegorm’s silver hair and eyes, the image of his divine face permanently burning itself into the back of your mind.

When you awoke the next morning, your hair a tangled mess on your pillow, head spinning and your throat drier than the desert itself, you knew you needed to take the entire day to sober up. Sitting up as slowly as you could, you reached out to grab the glass of water you believed to have put on your nightstand before going to bed yesterday night. Feeling around, your fingers grazed an unfamiliar object. When you leant down to take a closer look, your eyes fell on a piece of paper, next to the object of your desires, the glass. Downing the water at once, you then brought the note up to your face, only to drop it in shock the second you read what was written on it. 

I had the most fun dancing with you. Come join me for dinner this evening, I would be delighted to hear more about the banter you had with the twins yesterday. 

Oh, you most definitely would have even more delicious banter with the twins later, that was for certain. 

#celegorm #tyelkormo #celegorm x reader #celegorm imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff

[lovefairymina]

You have heard that Celegorm is ruthless and scary.

But from what you saw, he loved animals, he could even talk to them! He did whatever help he could to Finrod after taking refuge in your home, Nargothrond.

You managed the expenses and he reported to you regularly and he was even polite! (And always full of energy, and very very handsome)

You were staring at him, pondering his character while he was explaining the costs of the new lodge to you, you were lost in thought.

„You seem to be better than what they say, you dog is even sweeter than what I heard.“

You suddenly hear your voice uttering your thought out before you realize, you slam your hand over your mouth and look around nervously, hoping him not to hear you.

Without missing a beat, he proudly replied, “Thank you,” before walking past you with a log over his shoulder, towards the cabin. A sharp whistle and Huan came trotting over to him where a quiet exchange occurred before his dog came running over to keep you company. “Hope you don’t mind, he has a crush on you like his owner.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {celegorm} #celegorm #turcafinwe #tyelkormo #celegorm x you #celegorm x y/n #celegorm imagine #house of feanor #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Day 6 of @silmsmutweek

Pairing: Oromë x Celegorm | Location: Forests of Oromë

Themes: Smut (Lemon/Graphic)

Warnings/Prompts: Kissing | Foreplay | Sex in an unusual place | Sex in a forest | Age difference | Public sex | Handjob

Word count: 1.9k words

Summary: Celegorm struggles to confess his feelings for Oromë. Does Oromë feel the same?

A/n: Celegorm is well past of the age of majority for elves when this takes place, but there is still a vast age difference given the fact that Oromë is one of the Valar.

Rating: 🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

It all unfolded beneath the stars.

Oromë never thought that it could happen. Despite being kindred spirits, their worlds were too far apart. He was of the Ainur. Celegorm was elf-kind, and his student besides. Such a union was bound to end in sorrow. Oromë knew it would. He sensed the impending doom that would hang over them like a dark cloud. And yet, despite this sense of deep foreboding hanging over them, their cleaving to each other happened all the same, with neither doing anything to stop it.

Let us begin.

They had been resting by the shore of a great lake after swimming off the hunt. Celegorm had tried, and failed, to outswim Oromë, and Oromë, as always, would be ahead of him. Ripples of laughter carried across the still air and through the trees. No one heard. No one else came. Their attendants had returned to the halls Oromë called home. Oromë and Celegorm themselves wished to tarry a little longer, and watch the stars.

Hours passed in companionable silence before Celegorm said, "Father insists that I marry, and soon."

A sharp pang of sadness crept deep into the very fiber of Oromë’s being. He knew this day would come, that Celegorm would go on to wed another. Still, he had secretly hoped it would never happen and that Celegorm would always remain with him. Oromë knew it was supremely selfish of him to wish for such a thing, yet he could not bring himself to part with the one who had gone on to claim a treasured place in his heart.

"What did you tell him?" He finally inquired with feigned indifference.

"I said I had no desire to wed any of the maidens he chose for me," Celegorm began, his eyes never leaving the stars. "And it would not matter how many offers we receive. My answer will always be no."

Oromë propped himself on his elbow and gave Celegorm a measured look. "You do not wish to wed anyone?"

"It is not because I do not wish to wed anyone." Celegorm paused, hesitated, and said, "It is because my heart already belongs to another."

Oromë fought in vain to still the hope spiraling within him. "Does your father know who this other person is?"

"Yes." Celegorm finally turned to face him. "My father was not pleased when I gave him a name."

"Because she is of low birth?"

"Because she is a he. And he is one of the Great Ones. He may not even know how much I yearn for him."

"I see." Oromë, overcome by an abrupt flash of dizzying shock, lay back down with his head resting over his folded arms. He said nothing while he pondered Celegorm's words.

One of the great ones, he had said. He may not even know how much I yearn for him, he had also said. Oromë dared to glance at Celegorm. He understood what he meant. The young elven lord had been talking about one of the Ainur. And Oromë was the only Ainu Celegorm ever sought out for guidance and friendship.

"Does it please you, my lord?" Celegorm probed fearfully. "My answer, that is?"

Oromë said nothing and fixed his gaze on the stars instead. I should not do this, he thought. He is elf-kind, and too young. I should do the right thing and nip this in the bud before it goes too far and destroys us.

Golden leaves rustled when a cooling wind blew across the lake. Oromë could not help but steal another glance at his student. There were the eyes that reminded him of the deep pools found only along the Helecaraxë. There was the golden hair that stumbled loose past lean but broad shoulders. There were the tapered hands he had held often when he first taught Celegorm how to use a bow. Now those same hands came to him whenever he closed his eyes, gliding all over him and setting him alight.

No. Oromë fought to restrain himself and the fire that was slowly sparking to life within him. I cannot do this. I will not do this.

Celegorm had been watching him the entire time. Trying to give word to what had bloomed within him used up what courage he had. And Oromë said nothing in return. Perhaps he had been too hasty and should have waited until a more opportune moment presented itself. Or he should have just let things continue as they were and gone ahead with his father’s plans.

Or perhaps he should just refuse his father’s plans to see him wed. Celegorm looked towards the stars, thinking that it would be a life of the most miserable kind for him, to be married to someone he did not desire in any shape or form.

To be bound to one you did not have a shred of regard for? It was not a fate Celegorm desired for himself. And as his lady mother wisely pointed out when he secretly sought her counsel, it would have been grossly unfair to the one he wed. She encouraged him to speak to Oromë instead and let the dice fall where they may. Perhaps he would say yes, as she had gone on to say, or perhaps he would say no. Either way, the knowledge that he tried would give him some solace. Now he was here, deep within the forests, trying to confess more even as his tongue insisted on tying itself up into knots. Celegorm turned to face Oromë again. The Vala had been watching him the entire time, with fear and hope at war in his eyes. A great silence settled between them, one that seemed to stretch on forever. It was unbearable, the pain of it was indescribable. One of them would have to break this wretched silence, and Celegorm thought it would have to be him. Then, before he could gather more courage and speak, Oromë leaned in without warning and kissed him on the mouth.

The battle to keep away had failed. Oromë kissed long and deep, savoring the sensations of Celegorm falling apart beneath him. When trembling hands reached up to touch his hair and trembling lips parted for his tongue, he sighed. Celegorm closed his eyes. Oromë did not like it. He ached to drown in those eyes.

Perhaps later, he decided. After we return to my halls, and I take him to my bed.

His fears over the future now fully forgotten, Oromë rose to his knees and tugged his tunic over his head. When Celegorm tried to do the same, Oromë clutched his wrists and stopped him.

"No," he insisted. "Let me."

Oromë moved slowly, undoing bright, golden clasps one by one before tugging the soft woolen tunic down Celegorm’s arms and throwing it to the side. The shock of cold air made his skin prickle. Celegorm trembled and trembled when Oromë pushed him back onto the soft grass and moved over him. He kissed his brow, his eyelids, the tip of his nose. He kissed Celegorm’s lips—his soft, pink lips—before moving even lower. The elf hissed, unearthly and guttural, when Oromë kissed the length of his throat and the span of his chest. His breath quickened, and he struggled for what purchase he could find against the soil when Oromë sucked and laved at a hardened nipple.

"Arômêz!" Celegorm gasped.

Oromë merely chuckled. He then reached down to cup Celegorm between his thighs, growling when the elf twitched and swelled beneath his palm. The sweet, low moan he incited with his touch alone was like music to his ears.

"Ready for me already?" Oromë rose to his knees again, this time to undo the clasp of Celegorm’s belt.

Celegorm did not wait. He reared up and pulled Oromë in for a kiss, one that was full of violent hunger. His hands delved into thick, dark hair that often seemed to gleam in the soft light of the stars. They cleaved to each other, the Vala and the elf, exchanging solemn vows and promises beneath the light of the stars.

It was not long before he found himself on soft grass again. Oromë sat astride his hips, finding great delight in the muscles that quivered beneath his palms.

"Mine," he whispered before dipping his head to press a kiss upon heated flesh. "Yours."

The blissful sigh of relief that followed when Oromë loosened Celegorm’s breeches and wrapped his hand around his cock was one he would always remember. Celegorm yielded so easily, moaning and whimpering and arching his back while a patient hand stroked his length with ease. He could not think. He could do little but plunge beneath the waves of euphoria that rose to claim him. He impulsively ran his hands over Oromë’s thighs.

"Soon," Oromë promised, his lips barely brushing over Celegorm’s own. "I will be all yours soon."

A flash of heat crept up Celegorm’s throat. "I will hold you to that."

"Desperate," Oromë purred against Celegorm’s ear. "I like it."

He stopped speaking, turning his attention to the pleasurable task at hand instead. Oromë studied the thick, golden lashes that fluttered faintly, the bow-like lips that had parted in a silent cry. He pressed his lips over Celegorm’s own, drinking in the moan that spilled free.

To think I would have denied myself this, he mused. Denied myself the chance to truly know him. I would have been such a fool if I had done so.  

A hand rested over his, to guide him. Hips moved in rhythm with his touch. Oromë was relentless now. He studied the expressions flashing across Celegorm’s face—the ecstasy, the yearning. It was not going to be enough. This moment by the lake was not going to be enough. Yes, he decided. He would take Celegorm back to his halls, invite the elf to live with him for as long as he had a desire to do so. And he would help him weather the tempest that would inevitably follow. Fëanor would not take kindly to one of those he was starting to mistrust fucking his son.

Celegorm writhed beneath him. The waves he plunged under dragged him to their uttermost depths, drowning him completely. Oromë’s name rolled off his lips like a chant. A tremor gripped him, one that grew stronger and stronger, swelling and rising before shattering completely. He bucked and thrashed, the warmth of his spend spilling all over his belly. The world went dark all around him, his body grew limp. Ecstasy and yearning ebbed from him, and lazy contentment poured in.

It was a while before he opened his eyes, and that too when Oromë was cleaning him with water he had gathered from the lake. Contentment slowly gave way to fear. The things they did beneath the stars, if word got out…

"My lord," he shuddered. "What just happened…"

"Was a taste of more to come," Oromë promised.

"A taste of more…" Celegorm considered his promise, the delights it held, and the implications. "But my father… his council… my brothers"

"Will answer to me should any harm come to you. Stay with me, Tyelkormo. They will not dare come for you then."

"Stay with you? And never leave?"

An indulgent smile swept across his face. "That is my wish," said Oromë. "What is yours?"

Celegorm sat up straight and studied Oromë keenly. He found neither guile nor trickery hiding within eyes as green as velvety moss.

To stay with him. Just him. To live my life how I wish to live it, with whom I wish to live it with.

"Yes," he replied, flushing from toe to head. "That is my wish as well, to be with you."  

"Then let us stay here and rest a little longer," Oromë said, "and then we will return to my halls. I desire to know more of you."

Tags: @cilil

#silmsmutweek #celegorm #celegorm smut #celegorm imagine #the silm #the silm smut #the silm imagine #oromë #oromë smut #oromë imagine #oromë x celegorm #the valar #The ainur #The elves

[theelvenhaven]

Sickening Plan

Celegorm x Reader

2.9k Words

Warnings: Emotional cheating, drinking, alcohol, attempted manipulation and gaslighting, angsty.

A/N: Unrequested work. So since I posted a headcanon for Friday I am adding a fic for Monday. Hope you all enjoy and shout out to my beta readers @batsyforyou and @fandomhoe101 for helping me with this piece and giving me feedback

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Fury didn’t begin to describe what it was you were feeling as you entered in your office, a bottle of wine in hand. You wanted to get away from your so called partner as you closed the door with control. Careful not to slam it, not really wanting to draw gossip nor your partner to attention. They had brought here a Doriathan princess, the beautiful Luthien… And it was apparent to you that Celegorm was certainly of the same thoughts and far from caring about how you felt about the whole situation. 

You could tell from the look in his pale blue eyes that he was smitten with her, taken by her beauty and grace. Her soft spoken voice, with a firmness in it. Hair that was inky dark like a long cascade of a starless night, who Huan had taken a liking to it would appear. A Lady who was here on their invitation, and utterly kind. It certainly put her father to shame as you had listened to her plight when she first arrived. 

It wasn’t her beautiful and fair appearance that bothered you, or how long and pretty her black hair was. It wasn’t that she was perfect in appearance nor her kindness and gentle voice that irked you and festered beneath your skin. It was none of those things that was making you feel rage towards her. Then again as you thought about it, you weren’t really vengeful and angry towards Luthien. How could you be? When all she wanted to be was with the love of her life, Beren. 

No it was none of those things. 

What infuriated you was the conversation you had overheard Celegorm having with Curufin in their studies. Wanting to meet back up with them after you spoke to Luthien, to thank them for being so kind and at ease with her. For taking her in and trying to figure out how to assist her in her plight to find the man of her dreams so she could wed him and be together. 

It was the fact that Celegorm seemed to droll on about her beauty and even going on to compare you to her that was your problem. Bringing you to have paused right outside the door as the words just seemed to spill out of his mouth like a broken faucet. It had made ice run through your veins at the reverence he spoke of about her, and it made an ache start in your chest. But you had felt rooted in your spot, listening as Curufin went on to suggest marrying Luthien to Celegorm.

You had waited for him to deny it, to turn down the idea. Because he loved you right? You and Celegorm had been together for quite some time, it was logical those next steps should be considered between the two of you and not between him and Luthien. Yet Celegorm had chimed in all too quickly about accepting the idea. With Curufin rattling off a list of pro’s though Celegorm told him he hadn’t needed it. That being with such a beautiful elleth was motivation enough. 

Now here you were, sitting at your desk in your study. A decanter of wine almost completely drained and your glass of wine was filled to the brim, easily on your second very full glass. Already starting to feel warm and fuzzy, though fury continued to come in waves, ebbing and flowing as you continued to think on how readily Celegorm was going to abandon you for her. 

Your mind wanted to be angry with Luthien, to yell at her. To demand that she leave this instance, to tell her how she was terrible and temptation for already spoken for men and ellyn alike. But as you thought of her and her plight and her current quest, you felt the rage dampen towards her. You couldn’t possibly be mad at her for just existing, for having been in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

On the other hand when you thought of Celegorm and all the years you had been together, and how much you had loved him. Still loved him and thought that he was your one… Yet he was going to squander it all away for Luthien. Someone he barely knew… You were seeing red, all you could do was pick up your wine glass with care and take a generous swallow or two from it. Letting the dry wine and its bitterness slide down your throat as you glared up at the ceiling before setting it back down. 

Hearing the sound of your office door open and to your displeasure, the source of your fury stepped in. Celegorm looked at you with bright eyes, almost as if he was eager to see you. Before they trailed to the glass on the desk in front of you, 

“Partying this early in the evening?” He quipped out in amusement as he shut the door behind himself. You watched as his stupid face seemed to have a smug smirk on it, watching him fold his arms over his chest. Your eyes sharply glanced at him with a tight frown pulling at your lips, before you picked the glass back up, you were certainly going to need another bottle… 

“And without me at that. What’s the occasion?” He asked, moving to grab a chair, dragging it around the desk to come sit in front of the chair that you were slumped back in. Your hand angrily piddling at the hem of your robes, as a tick set in your jaw. Celegorm sat down and you watched as some of the smugness was wiped off his face, picking up the decanter with a quarter cup of wine left in the bottom. Pulling the top from it and taking a swig. 

There was a long moment of silence as the two of you stared at one another. You were still so angry and you couldn’t believe that he was pretending like nothing was the matter. As though he wasn’t conspiring with Curufin to marry Luthien. Like he didn’t worship the very ground she walked upon and they only just met. It took you a long moment to take a deep breath to rein in your fury before you took a breath. Opening your mouth to speak. 

“Well Lord Celegorm,” You addressed in a drunken callousness, feeling emboldened by the wine you had drunk. “It would appear I am celebrating your upcoming nuptials.” 

A look of confusion crossed his features for a moment, before you watched another stupid smirk cross his lips. You wanted to wipe it off his face so bad, you hated it. You were angry. The realization coming to you as the fact that if that was going to be his upcoming nuptials… Then it wasn’t going to be a mutual agreement. Not with how hard Luthien was set on Beren. 

“My upcoming nuptials?” He quipped back, leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs comfortably as he rested the decanter casually on his thigh. Gripping the neck of it with his fist, he tilted his head, with blond hair spilling over his shoulder. 

“Is this your way of proposing? I must say I always pictured being the one to do it and you being less angry with me for it.” Celegorm said in amusement, and you narrowed your eyes as you watched the sense of pride that seemed to fill him at the idea of this being some kind of backwards proposal. You definitely weren’t proposing and did he think you were stupid? To not know what it was he and Curufin were planning? To marry him off to Luthien. And he wanted to be! 

“Going to be hard to accept my proposal if you are already engaging yourself to Luthien, don’t you think?” This time there was satisfaction that filled you as you watched the way the smile seemed to leave his face. The way his pride seemed to deflate and a more scornful look found his face, ah there it was. Finally something other than pride and smugness. It was refreshing. You were looking for an argument at this point. 

It wasn’t like you to get drunk like this, you knew drinking your problems was a bad idea. Always was it. But you didn’t know what else to do, and so you had let yourself- literally- marinate in the wine. Letting everything fester. Now you wanted to take it out on him for betraying you. You were hurt. 

“What are you talking about?” Celegorm asked with a stiffness to his voice that he used when he was lying to you about something and was caught red handed. It was a rare thing for him to lie to you about something but not these days it seemed. Not when they were spent skulking around with Curufin, who was encouraging Celegorm to shut you out. Now he had successfully found a way to do it to you. 

“Do you think I am a fool? To not know what you and Curufin were speaking of earlier?” You pressed in a bitter tone, your hand holding the stem of the wine glass. Turning it slowly on top of the table top as you ground your teeth. You heard Celegorm release a big huff at your words, scoffing even and you knew he was rolling his eyes. 

“You don’t know the whole nature of that conversation, nor do you have all the details.” 

“Oh I heard enough.” You barked back, “I heard plenty about how perfect Luthien was, about how beautiful she was, that she was even prettier than I was. Or about how wonderful she smelled, or how her skin was softer and more perfect than mine.” You glared as you spoke every word to him, a sharp look finding his face yet he couldn’t get his eyes to look up at you and meet your gaze. 

“She’s so beautiful Curvo, she makes Y/N pale in comparison.” You quoted in a mocking voice, gesturing with your freehand with gusto, bringing up your wine glass to drink from. 

“You don’t know the extent of the conversation or what brought it up for me to say those things.” Celegorm countered, leaning back in his chair still. Watching you shift uncomfortably as you cast your gaze away rolling your own eyes and shaking your head. Your hand coming back down to your robes to pick at again. 

“Oh? Really? Are you going to tell me you lied to your own brother?” You scoffed with a sneer on your lips, and you watched a stoic look crossing his features. You didn’t know how it was he could so easily fool others and lie to Finrod. (Which you often fought him on). Yet with you, you could see through all his lying. Celegorm was lying to you. 

“Yes, I did in fact.” 

“I don’t believe you. You’re lying.” Again Celegorm huffed out at your words, he hated that you could see through him. Though he wasn’t going to hint at that to you. You only knew he regretted getting caught saying those things. 

“What about you? What were you doing eavesdropping on a conversation that was private?” Celegorm retorted, trying to twist and turn this back onto you. A defense mechanism to try and take the heat off of himself from you. Yet you weren’t going to buy into the bait, nor were you going to argue. They had summoned you to be there when you finished speaking with Luthien. 

“Don’t change the subject!” You quipped, “Are you or are you not going to marry her?” 

There was a long and uncomfortable silence, and while he gave you a poker face… His lack of quickness to deny that was the plan proved to you that was what his intentions were with her. He was going to force her into a marriage with him, just as Eol had forced Aredhel, and it was sickening. You couldn’t believe that he was going to go through with this!

“You’re sick!” You said bitterly, forcibly scooting your chair away from him, and standing from your spot. You grabbed your wine glass, walking around the oak desk to be on the opposite end of the room. Feeling his hand coming to grab your upper arm to stop you. 

“Wait! Y/N let me explain!” Celegorm said in a firm and deep voice, but you sneered up at him. Feeling the ground sway some beneath your feet and how light headed you were feeling from the alcohol. You wanted to sit again and enjoy the warm fuzzies, that were trying to dampen the immense rage you felt swelling in your chest. To be done with this conversation because you had heard enough from him. 

“What is there to explain?” You all but yelled at him, raising your voice. You were furious. You didn’t want to hear anymore of this sickening plan. He had hurt you enough with what all he had to say comparing you to Luthien. Now he was going to marry her. He was throwing you away so easily.

“It is only in vows! Not through binding of our fea!” He retorted out just as quickly, yet none of it made it any better. If anything it felt infinitely worse hearing that!

“So what? You’ll marry us both? Have two spouses? When bigamy is against our beliefs and not possible!?” You began pulling yourself roughly from his grip on your arm, sloshing some wine over your glass and into the floor. You watched as Celegorm simply took a step back away from you, balling up his fist but keeping it at his side. You weren’t fearful that he would hurt you. 

You had enough arguments with him to know that he wouldn’t. Even now with him being an absolute idiot and having to actually be accountable for his shitty behavior as of late, Celegorm wouldn’t lay a finger on you. 

“Yes, I still plan on marrying you. It is a show! To get Thingol to bend to our will!” 

“How is that better!?” You asked suddenly, “How is that supposed to make me feel better!? When I am the only one you are supposed to be with!” This time your voice rang off the stone walls that surrounded you and you didn’t care who it was that might be passing by and hear you. You were fed up with whatever this sick and twisted plan was, all to try and get Thingol in their pocket. As they had not even attempted to make conversation with the King of Doriath even once. 

“We are going to be together!”

“No! I am not going to bend to this sick and twisted plan that you two have concocted!” You said to him angrily, because there wasn’t anything on Arda or Ea that was going to let you give into this plan. You wanted nothing to do with it at all. It was time for Celegorm to make a choice. 

“You have a choice Celegorm. It’s either me or it’s her.” You hiccuped out, bringing your glass up to sip as you took another step back from him. You could maybe forgive the things he said… Maybe make him apologize for it for the next 100 years and then some. You knew he would, as Celegorm could be impulsive and stupid. His words not yours. Often you didn’t let the excuse he created to be what you used to ignore his mistakes. 

You didn’t want to lose him, no matter how badly those words made your chest ache when you thought back on them. You wanted to make the exception because you feared what life was like without him… Then again you were ready to abandon this life for something new even if it was scary. You weren’t going to be tied to him while he was tied to Luthien forcibly. 

There was a tense silence, and for once you didn’t want to jump to conclusions about what it was he was thinking. You wanted him to be actually considering his options and the consequences they had. Specifically the hair-brained plan that he was going to marry Luthien and you. Or choosing Luthien over you. 

“Y/N.” Celegorm said in a calm voice, taking a step forward to be near you. It made your heart begin to pound with some hope. Looking up at him with a more soft expression, waiting for him to finish his words,

“I can’t choose. This must be done.” He answered in a surprisingly soft voice, and immediately your face soured. You had let your hope grow too immense, and now it was shattered. You felt the returning ache in your chest, the way your heart fell into the pit of your stomach. You were hurt that he wouldn’t choose you over this plan or over Luthien. 

“Fine. If you can’t make the choice then I will.” You answered him bitterly, 

“I’m done Celegorm. We are done.” You said, turning on the ball of your foot and making your way to the door. 

“Y/N!” He called out behind you, there was the slight sound of panic on his voice as you heard him start after you. But you didn’t stop. You were finished. If he wanted to go through with this plan, well then you would make it easy for him. You weren’t going to be tacked on so callously like an extra perk. You were supposed to be his spouse. Not Luthien. 

If you weren’t good enough for Celegorm now, then you knew you’d never be good enough. So with that you slammed the office door behind you. Only to hear the sound of glass shattering meet your ears.

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[wilwarin-wilwa]

headcanon: after nirnaeth arnoediad celegorm and curufin no longer spoke to each other. they both blamed themselves (because if they hadn't done what they did then finrod and all of nargothrond would've fought with them and possibly doriath too, and maybe they wouldn't have lost the battle), and the guilt drove them apart until neither of them could bear the sight of the other. and then nargothrond fell and celebrimbor was assumed dead and curufin never recovered from that grief and was forever tormented by the thought that he and his brother essentially killed his own child

#imagining the sons of feanor who were closest to each other turning against each other as a result of their deeds makes my brain go mmmmm #i think there was a lot of resentment between maglor and maedhros too #curufin #celegorm #silmarillion #tolkien #wilwarin-wilwa.txt