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eunoiaastralwings · 2 months

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My Prince

featuring fingon x reader

fandom tolkien - silmarillion

a/n I missed writing for my silm folks

You always admired from afar as he rode upon that magnificent horse.

The prince’s long hair caught against the wind – it flowed as delicately as the waters of the Teleri.

The sun rays shining on his soft skin as his blue eyes narrowed in determination as himself and his horse trusted one another with every race, jump and leap.

Every day you sat underneath the tree – you back resting against – as the prince rode his horse.

This would be the only time a simple lady like yourself can watch one of the princes of Ñolder – the first prince of Ñolofinwë.

The first-time prince Findekáno caught your eyes many moons ago – you were only a child then and you had wandered off only to find yourself stuck in a muddy pit.

No one came to your aid even as you cried for hours in that lonely field – until the little prince found you himself.

You swore he was joking when he introduced himself as a prince – almost laughing at his face.

He didn’t take it too well, having made a grumpy and pouting face at you – but nevertheless being the kind ner he was even then as a young child he tried to help you out of the muddy it you had yourself stuck in.

You couldn’t help but watch as he got himself into all sorts of mischief just to get you out – eventually he had even gotten his horse, his friendly companion, who was only a mere foal at the time and pulled you out by racing on him.

You only rarely saw him afterwards – of course he was once the princes, where did he have the time to search for clumsy nis he once helped out.

But you saw him again – and while your eyes didn’t always meet, you were happy having gotten used to watching him from afar.

Just like you were doing now – pretending to be reading when your eyes were really on prince Findekáno and his trusted companion.

You came here almost every day – just to see him – having now fallen for him for many years now.

Your heart fluttered at the sight of him.

Then suddenly – his eyes met yours in a split second catching your gaze and you immediately hid your face with the book you were reading.

For a moment – you heard nothing but the wind around you as you held your breath.

You frowned – not hearing a sound and figured you had imagined the scenario.

So slowly you peeked from the book – you frowning seeing no sign of the prince of his horse.

You looked around the field – but nothing, it was as if he had only just vanished.

Then – you got up placing your book back in your little basket as you got up – dusting your dress, still confused as to where the prince silently disappeared to.

You were too focused on trying to find prince Findekáno – you had suddenly missed your footing, slipping against the mud.

Just as you fell – suddenly you heard a horse neighing and a strong arm wrapped around your waist from behind simultaneously, instantly being pulled up – breaking your fall so you do not hurt yourself.

For a moment – you only felt the rush of air and heard the pounding of hooves.

Slowly then you blinked your eyes open nervously – shocked to find yourself on the back of the beautiful horse that belonged to the prince you secretly loved.

You tensed – feeling your back pressed up against the prince.

The heat rushed to your cheeks as you heard his breathy amused chuckles from behind.

“It seems you’re still as clumsy – I may need to save you every time, my little damsel in distress.”

You heard – light heartedly teasing you.

You turned knowing meeting his eyes – the dimples on his cheeks making your heart flutter.

“Forgive me, prince Fi-”

But you cut yourself off – listening to his words as he kept riding his horse with you in front.

“…Every time?”

You frowned – looking at him again.

He smiled playfully and politely at you – and slowly rode into a gentle stop.

“Well, he and I haven’t forgotten our first rescue.”

The prince grins at you.

It was then you noticed how the horse was reacting to you – the stallion was quite calm in your presence, in fact he didn’t seem startled or nervous like horses usually were with strangers.

He slowly reaches up – turning its head allowing you to brush through his mane.

“He remembers you. . .as do I. . .”

Prince Findekáno tells you gently.

Your eyes widened as he spoke – looking at him shocked at a prince like him would remember you out of all people. . . ?

“My lady, why do you look very surprised to hear my words?”

He smiles at you – a small smirk hiding too.

“I did not. . .well it was many moons ago, my prince. . .”

“Perhaps – yet you did not forget me, you watched me every day and never approached me again – I must say that wounds me so.”

Prince Findekáno says to you.

“Well. . .you’re a prince and I. . .well I. . .”

“- A fair maiden worthy of many things. . .”

He finishes – a sincerity in his tone that speaks volumes for his well upbringing.

“You think so, my prince?

You blushed.

“Yes – I ought to do so. . .”

He says – and you believed then – taking the chance to now see him from up close that far away.

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eunoiaastralwings · 7 months

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Hi Eunoia, this is my first time requesting so I'm hoping I'm doing this correctly (I've read through your rules as well), but could I request a mini fic/headcanon about fem!reader reuniting with her lovers Fingon and Maedhros in Valinor after the Ring has been destroyed? (Plot: Reader stayed in Middle Earth after Fingon and Maedhros' deaths to look after Elrond, and only returns to Valinor on the last boat with Elrond, Bilbo, Galadriel, Frodo and Gandalf after Sauron is gone?)

Haven Reached

featuring maedhros x fingon x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

warnings slight angst

a/n i reply after 1658565 years - I hope this is what you intended hun sorry if it isnt as you hoped to have

You stepped onto the shores with help of the son you had raised.

As you did – many fair elves turned to you, captured by the beauty and elegance you carried effortlessly without fail.

With eyes that spoke wisdom of many passed ages and kindness that could sweep the many ellon or elleth right under their feet – you stepped gracefully into the shores of Valinor from the last boat.

For a moment – your eyes looked back into the seas. . .Arda seemed almost a distant memory now and while you were supposed to return to Valinor many, many years ago to heal your aching heart and crying soul for your beloveds. . .

As a mother – you stayed behind, willing to put your heartaches aside to the twin sons you had gained.

Even though one of your adopted sons, Elros had chosen a different path in life. . .a short mortal life, you still failed to return, staying behind for Elrond.

For deep down – you knew he needed you and would fare well if you departed Arda so soon.

But suddenly your thoughts were grasped away when a voice called your name – mending a part of your heart with the lightness of that gentle voice.

“Melda. . .”

Your heart fluttered – then turning your eyes immediately those nestling browns of one of your lovers made half your soul crying out to him.

“Finno. . .”

Your voice – soft, delicate, and beautiful just as he remembered -like the early spring breeze.

“Y/N. . .”

He didn’t waste a moment longer to swiftly embrace you in his strong arm – caging you to his chest as if you were the air that he longed to have.

“You’re here. . .”

He said almost breathless – as if he was unable to believe his own eyes.

His hand came to rest on the back of your head – cradling your head as he pressed a kiss to your head, lingering there for a few moments longer.

“You’re here. . .”

He repeated – holding you tighter. If you listened carefully, you could hear an emotional tinge in his voice.

“Finno. . .”

You whispered – the tears you had suppressed for so long coming in with full force and Fingon did not hesitate to soothe you.

Soon gently lifting your face and locking your lips firmly in a familiar and almost forgotten kiss – soothing half of your crying soul as he embraced you with his tender affection and love, with touch of his desires he was forced to hold back as you were still standing among the shores.

The kiss was nothing short of what you had imagined with Fingon on your countless nights dreaming of meeting him – it was tender, loving, tearful and blissful.

“Come . . .”

He softly whispered.

“We shall meet Maitimo – otherwise he will think I have whisked you away all by myself, melda. . .”

Your heart fluttered as his loving tease just as you remembered came.

You smiled – cupping his face and stroking his cheeks – the imagines of his death finally leaving as he held you. . .your soul slowly reached that peace you had always dreamed of.

Fingon lips stretched into that charming smile that never ceased to flutter your heart.

The softest of red coated your cheeks and her fingers gently traced that smile you longed to see for many ages now.

Fingon reached forward and kissed your forehead – soon taking your hand to guide you to your Maitimo.

You momentarily looked over your shoulder – your motherly instinct making your eyes search for your son.

Elrond met your eyes and nodded encouraging – silently telling all was well as he embraced your daughter -in-law.

“I always knew you would be a wonderful mother – I am very much proud of you, my love – in everything you have chosen to do, no matter how gravely we missed you. . .”

Fingon softly whispered as his hand protectively held your small hand in his strong large hand.

“Thank you, melda. . .”

You smiled -Fingon’s ears perked up recognizing the change of your accent now.

If anything, it pleasantly surprised him – and he endearingly loved how your accent changed to hold only a tinge of your former Valinor accent now – now vastly an accent of Arda with a tinge of your old accent.

His eyes sparkled getting used to the change – realizing how much he already loved it.

“You sound beautiful. . .”

He said – cupping the side of your face gently for a moment.

***

Fingon led you towards the gardens of Lord Irmo – your hands were delicately brushing the flowers of the garden, each one unique to the next.

A vast variety of textures and color you couldn’t find in Arda – making you realize just how long you have been away from your birth place.

Maitimo saw Fingon walking towards him from the corner of his eyes – immediately standing tall.

“Where is she? I heard the last of the boats have-”

But Maitimo seemed to have cut himself off seeing your small figure treading up behind his male lover.

A shaky breath left Maitimo’s lips as his eyes locked with your eyes – the part of his soul that had being missing about to be reunited.

But you could see the clear hesitance in your other lover’s eyes.

Fingon turned to you – giving you the soft encouraging nod as you step past him towards your other lover.

Maitimo’s entire body froze – his eyes wide as you approached him.

It pained you to see him so nervous and scared – he gulped now that you were so close, only a foot or two away.

You knew why he was hesitant and scared – for Maitimo did not even spare you a glance or even spoke to you one last night as he fled from Eonwe’s tents with the silmarils.

He knew you broke your heard as he discarded you for the sake of the oath – he had placed the oath above you.

“Russo. . .”

You said softly reaching out to cup his face – he flinched stepped back a little.

Your heart ached at the sight. He must have seen the flash of hurt that crossed your eyes – because then he left out sigh closing his eyes heavily, before he fully crouched before you.

“Y/N. . .meldanya. . .forgive me. . .”

He whispered – a heartbroken whisper.

You sighed reaching out to cup his face and gently stroked his cheek – he instantly closed his eyes leaning into your touch and kissed your fingertips softy.

“Oh. . .Russo. . .”

You called him softly and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he broke into tears in front of his two lovers.

Fingon came forward – laying a comforting hand on Maitimo and an arm around your waist, his thumb caressing you softly.

“We’re here now. . .together”

Finno whispered laying another kiss to the side of your head – as Maitimo finally had the courage to find your lips in a soft kiss realizing you had forgiven him.

“Together. . .forever. . .”

You promised the two of them – now had you had your lovers back you weren’t going to give them up again.

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eunoiaastralwings · 9 months

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Lúthriel Tinuviel (OC)

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Please commission from them – they are really wonderful and talented

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eunoiaastralwings · 10 months

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Caranthir accidentally losing his anger on You

featuring caranthir x reader

fandom tolkien — the silmarillion

warnings mental health, emotions, anger issues, angry Caranthir, crying reader and Cara

a/n i have not updated or worked on requests in a long time. not too well - at the moment, so i worked on some feels. I have read and written so many fics and headcanons on Cara being able to keep his cool with his lover/spouse - but what is he could not? What is he accidentally loses his anger on you too? - I mean emotions are still emotions and sometimes the spiral out of control. . . so. . .there is my feels. . .

Caranthir seemed to already be in a bad mood today. Usually - your teasing or affection would melt it away - but today it was suddenly different as you leaned in and teased him.

“Someone looks grumpy too.”

You were going to give him a quick peck on his lips - but suddenly he moved away with an unimpressed face, muttering something under his breath taking a swing of his wine.

His gaze turned away from you.

You can see there’s something on his mind and there’s definitely something wrong.

“Do not, Y/N. . .”

He suddenly snaps at you in an irritated tone.

His whole body tenses up - his dark eyes turning down to his glass in an effort to avoid looking at you.

Saying you were surprised in his actions and words was a far fetch, usually your lover wasn’t like this. Usually, he craved your attention - as it brought him peace and quiet, a loving embrace - during his times like these.

You frowned at his behavior looking a little worried.

“Cara. . .what's wrong?”

You said - placing your small lithe hand on his.

His hands were so big compared to yours.

“It’s nothing.”

Caranthir replies curtly - his sharp dark eyebrows raised in a confused look. He doesn’t even look at you as he speaks.

“It’s nothing serious - don’t worry”

He also quickly adds - almost as a reflex to your worried look.

He sighs silently and takes another sip out of his glass as he leans back and stares up at the ceiling - avoiding any eye contact with you, his lover.

“Caranthir. . . melda, I definitely know there's something wrong. . .”

You frowned - your voice in a worried tone.

"Talk to me, Cara. . ."

You said softly - scooting closer to him on the couch.

“I said! - there’s nothing wrong!”

Caranthir suddenly shouts.

He turns around and glares at you - his dark eyes he inherited from his grandmother, the great seamstress Míriel Þerindë, filled with anger as he grits his teeth.

He stands up and turns towards her.

“I shall give you one chance, beloved. Drop it now.”

Caranthir says sternly as he steps closer to you - his fists clenched and his back slightly arched.

His expression is dark - his whole presence intimidating and frightening. You‘ve never seen him like this before.

You flinched back - your eyes wide at his sudden angry outburst.

Your breath hitched your throat for a second - scared of his current behavior.

He stares at you with angry eyes, his expression stern and threatening as he waits for you to drop it.

His nostrils flare.

His fists still clenched and his muscles tensed.

It seems he’s on the edge of losing his control.

You can see his eyes are filled with nothing but rage - and the urge to fight, although you can’t see anything triggering that change of his behavior.

Whatever it is, he clearly doesn’t want you to talk about it - at least not now. . .perhaps he was trying to protect you from it. . .whatever it may be - but currently he needs to protect you from his anger.

You felt her eyes prick with tears - and you slowly blinked away, as you looked away. Your eyes are just on your hands on your lap now.

“Good.”

Caranthir grunts as you stop asking.

His eyes remain dark and threatening as he watches you silently - his breathing slowly and heavily with anger.

Caranthir is still standing close to you and you notice he clenches his fists harder - causing his knuckles to turn white.

He doesn’t look away from you and his face is still hard - the look in his eyes filled with anger.

You wanted to ask again - but you kept yourself quiet and didn't say or ask anything. You did feel like crying though. . .

You felt like crying so bad - so you got up off the couch and turned to walk away from him.

Caranthir’s dark eyes don’t leave you as you stand up and turn around - his face still hard and angry as he watches you leave.

He remains completely still as he looks at you leaving, gritting his teeth before he finally moves again.

Caranthir is angry at himself for losing his control so badly.

He hates himself for making you feel bad.

He takes a deep breath - calming himself down and tries to control himself as he moves towards his desk to get a new glass of wine.

He slowly sits down and takes another sip - as he thinks about what just happened.

You were in your chambers.

You had closed the door behind you - before you climbed into bed and just cried silently.

Caranthir was taking another sip out of his wine - his mind occupied with guilt and anger towards himself.

He can’t believe he treated you like that.

He’s disgusted at himself and he doesn’t even notice the time passing.

After a while though - he realizes that it’s getting late and he finishes the rest of his bottle, before getting up and walking to your bedroom to find his lover there, silent and crying.

Caranthir’s heart sinks as he sees you crying in your bed - his guilt taking over him as he sits down on the bed next to you.

You heard Caranthir come in.

Your face was buried in your pillow.

You tried to stop your silent cries altogether. You felt the side of the bed dip as he sat down.

You didn't say a word to him.

You didn't feel like talking either - so you just stayed completely still.

He sighs as he sits there in silence next to you in your bed.

His guilt eats him alive as he watches you - feeling horrible about what he did.

Caranthir takes a deep breath as his eyes focus on you - his gaze full of worry and concern.

“Meldanya? Are you alright?”

Caranthir asks - wiping his fingers through your hair to comfort you.

His voice now softer, a complete contrast to how he was earlier. He sounded caring and loving - the Caranthir you knew.

You didn't respond.

When he ran his fingers softly through your hair you did tense a little and just hid your face deeper into her pillow and gently fitting the pillow cover.

Caranthir sighs as he sees you tense up.

His expression softens even more as he tenderly takes your shoulder and gently turns you around to face him - looking down at you with soft dark eyes.

“Talk to me, melda. . .please. . .”

- he pleads quietly.

His voice is full of concern, making sure you know youcan talk to him about anything.

Caranthir moves his fingers slowly and gently through your hair - his breath in your ear quiet and warm.

He stares at you with his calming dark eyes - trying to reassure you everything is fine.

Your eyes were still teary and cheeks still strained with dried tears.

You looked into his eyes for a second before you turned your head away, ready to turn yourself away from him again too.

“Melda. . .mecin. . .” (please).

Caranthir pleaded with you - his voice desperate.

He prevented you from turning around.

Caranthir placed his head on your forehead lovingly - trying to hold you close.

It was only when something wet landed on your cheek, did you realize your beloved elf was crying.

Your heart broke seeing the pained and guilted expression on his face - with his eyes shut.

“Nanye nairea. . .” (I’m sorry).

He whispered, pained.

You sighed - ready to break with a fresh round of tears seeing him look so pained and guilt ridden.

You gently placed a hand on his cheek - stroking his cheek softly and wiping away anymore stray tears from your lover’s face.

Caratnhir suddenly relaxes under your touch.

His expression slowly softens as he takes a deep breath.

A shaky exhale left his lungs as he tried not to cry.

He closes his eyes for a second - taking another shaky breath and he opens them again, looking down at you with his normal soft dark eyes.

The eyes that looked like the dark sky of the night showing stars.

“I‘m here. . .”

He mumbles - like a promise.

His expression is calm and he seems relieved - but also sad.

There’s guilt written all over Carathir’s face as he stares back at you.

“Áva. . .- ávatyara ni, mecin?” (Forgive me, please).

Caranthir asks slowly - his voice still softer than before.

His brows are raised with concern - his expression comforting yet worried.

He leans his head into your hand as you hold him - his whole body slowly relaxing.

Caranthir doesn’t look threatening at all anymore like he was earlier - but he does look exhausted.

It’s only now really showing that he’s really exhausted.

You sighed - wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he quietly cried into your neck - his body shaking.

“Melda. . .I’m here, Cara. . .”

You whispered - shushing him gently and caressing his hair and back as you comforted your troubled lover.

Once Caranthir pulls away from your neck - you rest his forehead atop of your forehead and slowly closes your eyes again, caressing his cheeks.

He stares into your beautiful eyes - his heart melting at the sight of you. At the sight and the feeling of your foreheads touching - he can’t help but let out a soft and content sigh as he closes his eyes as well, taking a deep breath.

Your caresses are pleasing and calming - the way you hold your face against his is also calming - and this is exactly what he needed.

It feels so peaceful in that moment - it feels almost like the moment is freezing, like it‘s so still. . . all he can hear is your soft breaths against each other.

In that soft moment you chose to tenderly press your lips against his lips too.

Your lips touching are soft and gentle - almost like a kiss from heaven.

His breath catches in his throat as your lips touch his lips.

Caranthir’s heart melting once again.

He takes a deep breath and kisses you back - soft and caring, your lips pressing softly against each other.

It‘s so peaceful and beautiful, it‘s so perfect. . .the softness of your lips against each other - the warmth of their breath against each other, the smell of your hair. . .

Caranthir can‘t explain how much he loves you. . .

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eunoiaastralwings · 5 months

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Am blaming a mutual for the two polls lmaooo

Lúthriel – @luthriel-tinuviel

Quildalótien – @quiet-flower-wonderlings

Cala – @son-of-the-moon-and-sun

Ixalië – @illicit-unknown-shadows

Cóloniélë – @tears-of-burden

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eunoiaastralwings · 10 months

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Itilien and Cala

Thank you to @naarisz for doing this wonderful commission of @theladyvanya’s beautiful oc Itilien (@itilien-vardan) and my sweet boy Cala (@son-of-the-moon-and-sun) 💝💝

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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I MADE IT

Can I request a fluff piece for my husband? Where Elrond and the reader have a lazy morning in bed cuddling? Or whatever comes to your brilliant mind 💞💞💞

Morning Bliss

featuring elrond x fem reader (elrond x maeve really)

fandom tolkien-the lord the rings

a/n just some fluff - it's very short I didn't know what else to write sorry :(

You smiled hazily as you were woken from your slumber with sweet kisses being peppered to your neck.

You giggled at the feel of your husband’s lips against your skin – waking you peaceful to the morning sun. You happily settled closer into Elrond’s arms – feeling safe and content.

It was a pure bliss to have him here in bed within the early morning to hold close to you – as he poured tender affection over you as if you were fragile and beautiful to him and you were – you were the most important person in his life.

He knew you felt the same – no words needed to be spoken between the two of you in the early morning sun – it was nice to simply hold each other lazily.

Thankfully Elrond didn’t need to be anywhere this morning – so happily lifted your arm and caressed his cheek, finally opening your eyes.

He was already smiling down at you – looking at you with utter adoration in his eyes.

“Morning, meleth nin. . .”

He whispered softly – his voice softly matching the atmosphere of the room.

“Morning, herven. . .” (husband).

You whispered back as you looked at with a soft smile.

Elrond pulled you closer – resting one hand on your mid-back and the other around your shoulder. He gently caressed your skin with his thumb.

Then – pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“You look beautiful. . .I am forever the luckiest in whole of Arda you have in my arms as my wife.”

You giggled as he pressed another soft kiss to your nose.

“I am lucky too, Elrond – for I have you, my dear husband.”

You made snuggled closer to him – you pressed the softest of kisses to his lips.

He smiled into the kiss and kissed you back with tenderness – so soft and slow, savoring the sweet moment.

“You are not needed this morning?”

You asked – to make sure.

“I’m only needed her, my love – in your arms!”

“Good.”

You giggled and happily pulled your leg over hip and snuggled into his chest.

Elrond laughed softly and pressed another kiss to your lips.

“The day is off for me – Erestor and Lindir taking care of things more me!”

You rejoiced at those words.

“That’s wonderful!”

You cheered and decided to pull back and let him snuggle into you – caressing his hair.

“Then – I shall take care of you today, my love.”

Elrond smiled – you could feel it by the way his lips stretched against your skin.

“I would dearly love that, bessig. . .” (honey).

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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If this is alright could we have a dragon rider reader (got like dragon) with lindir if that's alright.

The Dragon Friend

featuring lindir x reader

fandom tolkien- the hobbit the lord of the rings

a/n idk if this is how you meant it - please enjoy ! - who else but toothless ;)

Lindir and you had been childhood friends - a friend he had grown to love and admire.

But unfortunately he had lost you during your childhood days - you had been taken and there was no source in finding you.

He sometimes remembers his young self searching and pleading with his and your kin to find you - but always there was no hope. . .

You were gone and he had to live with a broken heart. . .

He convinced himself you were dead and lived on in sorrow, reaching Rivendell.

So he was convinced he would never see you again until one surprising day he found you lying unconscious just outside the valley of Rivendell.

He was able to recognise you - many ages can pass and will always be able to recognize you.

In seeing this minstrel unlike himself and rushing to your safely - putting on else behind, he knew you were special to Lindir.

Linidr himself had insisted on carrying your unconscious body into Rivendell. It was a shock to everyone as he picked you up with care and brought you into the healing rooms.

When you gasped awake he was still right by your side - tending to your every wound.

“Lindir?”

You looked at him amazed - you would never forget those eyes of your beloved friend from childhood.

He was still the same Lindir in every way he acted and even smiled.

It was the same Linidr you always knew and it has a sense of home again after all these years.

His sudden overprotectiveness took you by surprise - and it made you blink wondering who this suddenly was.

“Lindir, I am alright. . .”

You tried to argue.

“No, Y/N, you are hurt and wounded. You need to rest! Strict rest is needed.”

Lindir insisted, a little sternness in his voice - but his touch was still with care as he gently pushed you back to rest your weak body.

But you couldn’t - he was out there lost and scared, you needed to make Lindir understand and go back to him.

Lindit kept a close eye on you - while you always knew you could trust Lindir you didn’t know how exactly he would act towards the new you. . .and your little. . .or perhaps big flying friend were the better words to use.

You sighed twisting and turning at night - aching sore in different parts of your body from the crash landing as you were suddenly ambushed by orcs.

You waited until the dead of night and stepped out the bed and tiptoed out the room. Your heart was in your throat.

You weren’t technically doing anything though. . .

With a gulp - you ran swiftly and quietly as you could across the halls - ignoring the aches and burns in your body.

Somehow you managed to get past the guards - they probably ignored you seeing you with Lindir so often and did not think you were planning on leaving. . who knows but you thanked your lucky stars and hoped yourself out of Rivendell and outside.

“Lithon?”

You gently called out into the wind.

“Lith. . .Please where are you?”

You whispered - getting a little impatient with your pet dragon.

You knew he was here - he was playing with you, hiding his ash colored body from your sights.

You stepped out further.

“Li-”

Suddenly you were cut off by his sudden appearance and quickly scooped you under his wing to hold you close.

He let out a happy sound at the sights of you - his large tail swishing back and forth happily seeing you again.

“Lithon!”

You giggled and hugged him back.

“Oh - you good boy! You stayed hidden, good boy!”

You cooed - scratching the place right under his chin exactly where you knew he liked.

“Y-Y/N?”

Suddenly a familiar voice hit your ear and you froze - Lithon turned around too. to see who was there he was being protective over you.

You gulped - seeing your childhood friend standing there in shock, the color drained from his face as he looked at the scene in front of him.

“Lindir. . I need you to stay calm. . .OK?”

You said gently - stepping away from Lithon’s wings and walking over to him.

Lindir’s heart was beating a thousand miles per hour and his breath came out quicker.

He did not reply - suddenly he grabbed your wrist pulled you away the giant beast.

“Lindir! Wait!”

You tried - but he was already sprinting holding your wrist.

You winced at Lithon growled.

Lindir’s mind was haywire - he debated whether to call out Elladan and Elrohir now, or wait until he was at the entrance. .

No no - he could ot risk the beast entering Rivendell.

“Lindir! Please, he is harmless!”

You tried - but then suddenly Lithon jumped in front blocking their way - looking predatory - and you rolled your eyes at his over dramaticness.

Lindir looked at you incredulously -then moved to shout out for the guards and twins.

Lindir wasn’t a fighter, he was a healer and protector towards you.

Quickly you covered his mouth and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Lindir, please just listen! He is my friend. Lithon is good, please! He is trying to protect me as much as you are!”

You pleaded.

“Look. . .”

You looked unsure for a moment.

“Just watch, OK?”

You said and took a deep breath - holding your hands out in a calm motion and gestured to Lithon.

“Lithon. . .little one, it is OK. . .”

You said as he was glaring daggers at Lindir.

Then you held Linidr’s hand and your other hand reached out to Lithon

He looked between you both - then let out a sound that was something in between a scoff and a sigh.

Lindir watched in his utmost surprise as the dragon gently bowed to you and rested his head against your hand. . .trusting you.

“See? He is friendly. . .Lithon is good.”

You promised Lindir and gently brought his hand forward.

Lindir fought at first but you gave him pleading eyes and he sighed - letting his hand rest on the dragon just beside your hand.

Lithon let out a grunt before slowly relaxing.

Lindir watched in amazement and utter disbelief.

“See I told you. . .Li. .is ve…ry”

But suddenly Lindir’s ears could no longer hear you clearly - it was like he was suddenly underwater.

His vision was blurry then suddenly all was dark. . .

Lindir awakens again - his body sitting up straight in a sudden jolt.

Lithon was in front of him, lying on the sun like a cat.

He rolled his eyes and grunted at Lindir and turned away.

“Oh thank Eru, Lindir! You are awake!”

You chirped happily and hugged him tightly.

Lindir was taken back by the sudden gesture but he found himself quickly melting into his arms and his love for you returned.

You blushed seeing your close proximity - and Lindir mirrored the blush on his cheeks.

“Y/N. . .”

He whispered your name and caressed your hand - looking deep into your eyes.

You knew. . .You knew then and you know it now. . .You didn’t get the chance before and you were not about to let it slide through your fingers easily.

Neither was Lindir. . .it was known when he quickly and respectfully pecked your lips.

You rolled your eyes and pulled him to a full kiss. . .passionate and tender. . .making his eyes go wide in surprise and almost in awe.

A kiss that is warm, gentle, and full of love and affection. The love that you have inspired within one another is overflowing. . .

Lithon let out another grunt making you both laugh.

“That dragon has a personality. . .”

Lindir said in amazement, looking at Lithon.

“Lith, he is not like other dragons. . . he has a soft heart really -he saved me and has been my friend since. I would have told you, meleth. . .I would I was afraid for Lithon. .

Lindir blushed when you called him meleth.

“It is understandable, meleth nin - as always I see where the kindness in your heart lies.”

You grinned at him - your friend and lover now.

“Shall we take him for a ride?”

You asked and Lindir was confused.

“A ride?”

“Yes - a ride”

You said happily.

Lindir really did know what he was in for - but he was willing to try if it meant he could make you happy.

He held onto you for the fear of his life as Lithon took off into the skies.

You rolled your eyes realizing Lithon was doing this own purpose - to give Lindir a friendly scare. . .

“Lithon, you useless reptile. . .”

You muttered with an eyeroll trying to comfort Lindir.

Lindir felt like his life was flashing before his eyes - his heart was in throat as he was carried among the clouds and dove into the sea with great speed.

When finally landed again - Lindir’s heart was beating out of control and he felt like he needed to lay on the grass.

“Oh sweet Eru. . .”

He whispered, laying there breathing hard.

“Are you OK? Lindir?”

You asked quietly, trying to comfort him.

“That was. . .dangerous!”

He breathed and you felt rather sad.

“But amazing. . .”

He breathed and laughed.

You grinned and kissed him again, toppling him on the grass again as he was about to sit up.

Lithon gave you love birds an eye roll but smiled to himself. . .

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Hey! First time requesting here, so I hope this one will be okay. How about Rog reuniting with reader he met during his captivity in Angband? He hasn't seen them ever since he escaped until one day reader finds their way to Gondolin. Reader is scarred and scared, but happy to see him and maybe it's a heartwarming reunion. And maybe after taking reader in, he made a habit to read for them since they had a poor eye sight so they couldn't see words properly and because they find his voice soothing like all those years ago in Angband.

Found Again

featuring rog x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

warnings slight angst, fluff, mention of captivity and torture, silm AU

a/n @animatorweirdo i hope you enjoy hun- changed it up just minor

Rog had been the forges as per usual – keeping the energy alive with his casual jokes but focus on his hammering on the iron still running through.

But the moment he heard the other smiths speaking of the lost and battered elf found near the gates of the hidden city – his voice and hammering slowly died down.

His eyes widened at the description that matched you without fail – his whole body was rigid for a moment as he let out shaky unbelieving breath.

Without another words – his body rushed out he doors of the forges his entire being bouncing joy to the depths of his soul.

His beat rapidly with each step.

Rog quickly asking for the directions to where you could be to many people – he couldn’t control his excitement today as he hastily asked and thanked him for letting him know about you – only to leave King Turgon rather confused and taken back at the head of the dinner table.

Even Princess Idril giggled at his antics as Rog was in and out the moment he heard of your placement.

His feet ran towards in the infirmary fast – as if he waited any longer his poor heart would break out of his own ribcage.

He remembered the countless nights together with you during the captivity – even though the dark and run-down walls of the cell you were the light that told him to keep fighting.

He remembered how you allowed him to hold you when you needed comfort – his strong arms would instantly wrap around you, and he would tell your great stories filled with only joy and laughter to make you smile when you were hurting.

Rog remembered how your eyes would shine every time he started telling you a story – smiling even as you fell asleep in his arms despite the pain you experienced earlier.

Rog rushed through the doors of infirmary – almost startling the healer in sights – the smile on his lips only growing as his eyes met with yours.

You sat quietly on the bed – almost afraid of the healers to touch you, jumping as the doors opened so suddenly.

Your eyes only widened more in recognition of you stood before you.

Your dry mouth refused to form words – but Rog was beside you in seconds, kneeing before you on the side of the bed – his hands gently cupping yours bruised hands.

“Y/N. . .?”

His voice was gentle and soothing – just like you always remembered it was.

His eyes sparkling like you remembered many a times – enough for you dream them.

You truly could not believe your eyes – your hands somewhat trembled in his before you slowly left then away from his hands and gently – and shakily – brought him to his face.

Though quite intimate you couldn’t stop yourself from cupping strong jawline and cheeks of his jawline – his smooth skin underneath your fingertips once again.

“. . . Rōka.”

You gently whispered – your voice meek and raspy from your journey to here.

He almost sighed in relief – not minding how your hands cupped his face. He frowned although he couldn’t deny how touch your hands on his face felt good and reviving.

“You’re safe. . . you’re here. . .”

Rog whispered – almost convincing himself before he grinned up at you excitedly.

Your heart fluttered seeing that smile again – how beautiful is was just as the day you last saw it.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’ll see that smile again – probably having to live again if possible, to see so – you thanked whatever luck you had by your side as you saw it again.

Rog stayed with you that afternoon – refusing to leave until you did was your healer instructed so.

Somethings frightened you – tools that looked strikingly like the weapons used in your captivity.

You were more than positive – if it weren’t for Rog’s comforting and familiar arms around you, you would have surely screamed and hit the healer’s hands or even kicked by self-defence – thinking the worst possible.

Rog had to even gently hold your arms sometimes – seeing how violently tried to jerk away anything sharp or crushed plants.

You had refused to leave Rog’s side the following days – thinking it was only a dream and you truly hadn’t found his hidden elven paradise.

It was as if Rog was your only strength and courage to walk through and find yourself again.

Sometimes you had even stuck by his side in the forges – Rog did not seem to mind however, rather he was excited to show anything and everything.

You were a little afraid of the fire however – so he only kept you to see the little things.

He was always looking for ways to make you smile – make you feel welcome and at home.

It was Rog who took the initiative to help you introduce yourself to King Turgon – it was common curtesy after all to meet and acknowledge your king.

Rog stood tall beside you – aiding you in whatever you needed to say or do.

When Rog heard you had trouble sleeping it was broken his heart.

“Do try and rest, Y/N. . .”

He said gently after the healer once again instructed you to rest.

“I can’t. . .”

You mumbled quietly – your voice barely audible.

“I’m scared to. . .”

You admitted.

“Scared of what, elen?” (star).

He asked – his voice was tender laced with concern.

“Scared it’s. . . all a dream. . .”

You almost whimpered.

“Scared. . .I’ll close my eyes. . .then open them again only to see you gone. . .and I’m alone. . .*again*.”

You said scared – your bottom lip quivering.

Rog’s heart ached that your words and he gently shook his head.

“Never, elen. . .you have my word. . .you shall never be alone again – I’ll never let you be alone again. I’m right here, elen, always – I shall promise you that with my soul. . .”

He smiled – promising you tenderly with an unyielding determination within his voice.

A determination that inspired you.

“Read to me. . .?”

You smiled – your eyes softly connecting with his eyes.

“I was hoping you would ask.”

He grinned – pulling out the book he was eager to read to you.

You giggled at his excitement as you settled comfortably - listening to his voice bringing you to a safe slumber.

Your lips forming a fond smile as your eyes closed listening to every word that fell from his lips.

You finally felt safe once again. . . and it was all because of your Rōka. . . finally you were found again. . .

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