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animatorweirdo · 1 month

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Soundless

Your father discouraged you from seeking the elf, but since you were desperate to have your locket fixed -- you decided to let his words go soundless in your ears. Turns out, the ill-famed Feanor wasn't so bad after all.

[] = Sign language

Warnings: mentions of a dead mother, hearing loss, rumors, Feanor's reputation, softness, and Feanor not being bad after all.

(Note: I decided to take a softer turn for this guy,)

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Your life has not been an easy one. Despite being born into nobility as the child of a Telerin lord, you faced your share of hardships from a young age. Your mother passed away shortly after your birth, and then you lost your hearing to a strange illness.

Growing up without the ability to hear the sounds of nature or music was incredibly challenging. Many people looked at you with pity, and some even speculated that you were cursed, given the unfortunate circumstances surrounding both your mother's death and your hearing loss. This placed a heavy burden on your father, who was left to care for you alone.

You two shared a great bond, and he had been genuinely a good father to you, helping you adapt to your disability and trying to make sure you were happy. However, you knew how tired he was and how he held a look of longing in his eyes. He was most likely still waiting for your mother to return from the halls of Mandos.

Your mother had been born with a weak body thus the childbirth took a severe toll on her and her spirit. The Valar and the Maiar assured that she would heal over time, but it would take a long time. There was a high chance she would return when you had already grown into your teens.

Your father was deeply saddened by the news and carried a heavy burden of guilt, believing that he was responsible for your mother being stuck in a state of recovery. Despite any rumors or beliefs held by others, he never allowed you to bear the blame. Instead, he shielded you from such notions, ensuring that you understood it was not your fault and that you were not to blame for your mother's passing.

You didn't want your father to blame himself, so you always strived to be on your best behavior and do things that would make him happy. You also wanted to prove to him that he didn’t always need to worry about you and that you could handle yourself, even if you were deaf. That was one of the reasons why you were determined to learn how to read people’s lips and make communication easier for yourself.

One of the only things you had from your mother was a silver locket.

Your father allowed you to keep it, and you held on to it ever since. Unfortunately, the lock had gotten stuck, thus making you unable to open it.

Your father didn’t know what the locket held inside, so you pleaded with him to have someone fix it. However, since the locket was an older design from the First Age, none of the craftsmen knew how to repair it. They all advised you to dismantle the locket and salvage whatever was inside, but you were unwilling to do so. You were fond of the locket itself and didn't want to risk damaging whatever precious contents it held.

You began to lose hope when there were no more craftsmen to turn to, and even your father seemed less eager to save the locket. He eventually told you to simply keep the locket as a memory, assuring you that knowing what was inside was not important.

You valued your father's advice, but you also couldn't shake the desire to know what was inside the locket. Perhaps it contained a picture of your mother, since you had so few of them in the house, or maybe it held a cherished item she kept as a memory.

You then heard about an elf who was rumored to be one of the best craftsmen known in history: Feanor, King Finarfin’s older brother and the eldest of Finwe’s children. You heard that he had done troubling things in the past and nowadays lived in seclusion with his sons, rarely attending social events. Despite his reclusive nature, his reputation as a skilled craftsman persisted.

You felt hope for your mother’s locket, but when you asked your father if you two could meet him, he suddenly became angry and refused. You were startled as you had never seen him so angry before.

Your father apologized for snapping at you and then explained that Feanor was not someone who should even be spoken about. Despite the passing of many years, the wounds he had inflicted were still fresh in the hearts of many. He was not to be trusted, so it's only for the best that you forget the whole thing.

Normally, you would have listened to your father, but your stubbornness to have your locket fixed strived you forward.

During a celebration event with most noble houses and the city attending, you sneaked away from your father’s side and made your way to the workshop where you heard Feanor usually occupied alone with his gadgets.

You had visited many workshops while trying to get your locket fixed, so you had a good idea of what to look for. It didn’t take long for you to find the place and walk inside. The workshop was empty, as most of the people were attending the celebration. Although it was a bit eerie to be alone, you pressed on until you found a door with light emanating from the room beyond.

You quietly peered inside and observed a dark-haired elf seated beside a table, engrossed in some task beneath the flickering candlelight. For a moment, you were awestruck, realizing that this was the famed Feanor, the elf who had allegedly committed terrible deeds.

With cautious steps, you entered the room, mindful not to startle the elf, and pondered how to approach him without alarming him. Unbeknownst to you, the door behind you closed shut, causing the elf to startle and snap his head towards you.

You were frozen in your place when you locked your eyes with Feanor. His features were sharp and he frowned when he saw you. For a moment, he looked a bit terrifying.

“Child? What are you doing here alone? Where are your parents?” Feanor questioned, but you awkwardly remained quiet as you only managed to catch ‘here’ and ‘parents’ from his lips. Your lip reading skills weren’t the sharpest despite you having been trying to improve them.

You took a deep breath and then tried to explain in sign language why you were there and that you had hoped he could take a look at your locket and perhaps know how to fix it since no one else knew how to.

Feanor gazed intently at you as you signed, and then there was an awkward pause. You weren't sure if he understood sign language, and you mildly regretted not bringing a piece of paper and a pencil, which would have made explaining much easier.

Feanor’s eyes then softened, and to your surprise, he motioned his hand in sign language.

“[Come here…]” he said.

You then walked up to him and handed him your locket.

He inspected it carefully, taking in the design and the lock. After he tested it and tried to open it, he then laid it down on the table. He grabbed one of the vials and what seemed to be a small tool. You looked at him curiously as he started doing something.

He then glanced at you.

“[Take a seat. This might take a while…]” He signed.

You nodded and quietly sat on the opposite side of the table, watching as he gently poured drops on the lock.

“[What is that?] you curiously asked.

“[A type of acid. It can remove the rust that had locked the locket from the inside,]” he explained.

“[Wait! So you can really fix it without having to break it?!]” you asked excitedly.

“[Of course I can. I do need to take the lock apart to clean the excess rust from the inside,]” Feanor explained while dropping drops on the locket.

“[How do you know sign language?]” you asked.

“[I was the one who first developed it,]” he answered, making your eyes widen.

“[Did you or anyone in your family have hearing problems too? ]” you asked.

“[No. I just wanted a way to bad mouth my half-brother without him understanding anything. I was a bit of a drama seeker,]” he explained, making you giggle.

“[Then it was adopted by those who were unable to speak or hear words,]” he added.

“[How long have you been unable to hear words or sounds?]” he asked while cleaning your locket’s lock.

“[My whole life. I lost my hearing somewhere in my birth,]” you answered.

“[Do you want to talk about it?]” Feanor asked, and you became excited. No one else besides your father has spoken to you in sign language this long.

You then talked about your life. How your mother died during your birth, and how your father had taken care of you your whole life. You also talked about how your father seems to be blaming himself for your mother’s death and how you hated when others would look at you with pity and think you had been cursed.

Feanor listened attentively while fixing your locket.

After half an hour of talking and watching him work, you took a break, but then you saw how the elf in front of you placed all the parts back in the locket and opened it.

You looked at him eagerly as he closed it and then opened it, making sure the lock worked properly before handing the locket back to you.

You grabbed the locket and took a look at what was inside. It was a small picture of your mother and father. They looked happy together, and there was also a small gem inside. It was most likely the gem your father gave your mother as a gift, and she had kept it inside the locket for safekeeping and carried it with her. You felt immeasurable joy looking at the picture and holding the gem.

Your father would be so happy when you showed these to him.

Feanor then caught your attention by tapping the table in front of you.

“[The locket should work fine for now, but make sure to take care of it and not leave it somewhere where it could rust again, ]” Feanor explained.

“[I will. Thank you,]” you signed.

“[Now come on. I take you back to the entrance. You shouldn’t be here,]” he said, then stood up.

You followed the elf out of the workshop, and you two then stood on the empty street while the celebration was still going in the distance.

“[Do you need me to escort you back there?]” Feanor asked.

“[No. My father is pretty easy to find, and I don’t think he even noticed that I’m gone. I’m pretty quiet after all, ]” you answered.

“[Very well, and by the way,]” he said, making you look at him curiously.

“[Your mother’s passing was not your fault. No matter how tragic it was, you are not at fault,]” he explained.

You looked down for a moment.

“[But others think differently,]” you said.

“[There will always be people who will judge you for what you don’t have. Don’t let their words get to you. Otherwise, your life will become difficult and harder to enjoy,]” he signed.

“[And remember, hearless or not, your mother would have loved you]” he added.

The thought made you smile. Your mother had a weak body, but it didn’t mean she did not want you. Your father and the rest of the relatives always explained how she was excited to have you.

She might be in Mandos, but she was going to return one day.

“[I won’t. Thank you, Mr. Feanor,]” you said, and he softly smiled.

“[Now get along now. Your father will notice your disappearance soon enough,]” he said.

You then suddenly hugged his legs, making him look at you surprised. He then patted your head as you freed him and began making your way back to the party. You waved at him, and he waved in return till he saw you disappear into the crowds.

Feanor returned to his workshop, feeling pleasant over the encounter.

#silmarillion x reader #middle earth x reader #silm fic #tolkien #silmarillion imagines #feanor #feanor x reader #feanor x child reader #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #middle earth #deaf reader

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autumnshighlady · 5 months

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if i wrote reader insert fics with characters from the Silmarillion would anyone read them?

#the silmarillion #maedhros x reader #feanor x reader #maglor x reader #glorfindel x reader #celegorm x reader #fingon x reader #the silmarillion x reader #tolkien

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lamemaster · 26 days

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Elves with morosexual tendencies

AN: Random af idea. Sorry Nerdanel but I cannot resist writng Feanor with this one.

Genre: Fluff

Maedhros✋🏻:

Let's just say elder brother tendencies tend to carry on to other aspects of life. Specifically, when he sees you struggling with "deteriat" for the fifth time. Maedhros stifles a smile, the memory of your early love letters flashing in his mind.

He could still recall the scandalized heat that rose to his cheeks when one enthusiastic letter declared "coitus welcome" instead of "courteous welcome." Another endearing misspelling had him picturing you at court, charming dignitaries as a "courtesan" instead of a "courtier."

"Hey! It's not my fault that your world doesn't offer autocorrect," you mumble, your brow furrowed as you return your attention to the report – a rather dry document on trade routes that desperately needed a touch of your usual spark.

"My love, I am your autocorrect," Maedhros chuckles, his amusement evident as he plops down next to you. He reaches over, gently taking the parchment and circling the misspelled word. "It's 'deteriorate,'" he writes with a flourish, the familiar fondness warming his gaze as he watches you pout playfully.

🌲Beleg🌲:

He is no stranger to this special brand of humans. Turin Turumbar was a handful, but you... you were a different kind of chaos. Beleg blinked, taking in the scene before him. The door to your shared home lay in splinters on the floor, a gaping hole now marking the entrance.

"You did what?" he finally managed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and weary amusement. You stood there, a sheepish grin plastered on your face, your hands twisted together in a nervous knot.

"Listen!" you began, your voice taking on a frantic edge. "The door wouldn't open, and the baker was just leaving these incredibly heavy rolls, and I—"

"And you decided the best course of action was to batter it down?" Beleg interjected, his eyebrow raised. "Because apparently, pulling is a concept that eludes some humans."

"Well, it wouldn't budge!" you protested. "And I needed the rolls for lunch! Besides, I thought perhaps it was just slightly jammed."

Beleg sighed, shaking his head. Maybe living with a human wasn't such a bad idea after all. It certainly kept things interesting. He grabbed a nearby broom and gestured towards the splintered remains of the door.

🔥Feanor🔥:

"We cannot use flamethrowers to melt driveway snow," Feanor declared, his voice laced with a barely contained fury. A vein pulsed ominously in his temple, and his normally fiery eyes seemed to crackle with indignation.

You, however, remained undeterred. "Why not?" you countered, tilting your head in innocent curiosity. "It will get the job done quickly and efficiently."

"And burn the house down in the process?" Feanor retorted, his voice rising in disbelief. Had you truly lost all sense of reason?

"But Feanor," you persisted, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "think of the time we'll save! Plus, the dramatic exit the melted snow will make leading right down to the street? Unforgettable!"

Just then, a curtain twitched across the street, and a bewildered neighbor peeked out their window. "Is everything alright over there? We saw sparks!" they called out, their voice laced with concern.

"Oh nothing just my elf tweaking," you smile blindingly at the neighbor, completely oblivious to Feanor's growing sense of dread.

Feanor groaned, burying his face in his hands. He could picture the headlines already: "Couple Sets House Ablaze in Attempt to Melt Driveway Snow."

The sound of heavy boots stomping towards the front door did little to soothe his nerves. Curufin sauntered out, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and slung the coveted flamethrower over his shoulder with a dramatic flourish.

#the silmarillion #tolkien elves #maedhros x reader #beleg x reader #fluff #feanor x reader #sorry nerdanel

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theelvenhaven · 9 months

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Interrupted Lazy Morning

Feanor x Reader 2.1k Words * * *

You rolled over as your eyes blearily opened as you could feel the slivers of Laurelin meeting your lids. Slowly peeling them open to find that it was now waxing into morning, the sounds of birds sang their soft tunes just outside the open windows. With the white sheer curtains billowing as Manwe’s breeze blew into the room. Offering a comfortable coolness as you hunkered beneath the heavy comforter.

You could see the way trinkets of beautiful glass sparkled as Laurelin’s light ebbed into the room. The way that it lit up the warmer tones of burgundy tapestries and the golden family crest on them. The furniture even seemed to have a warmth to it, that made it all the more inviting to stay in your room. Not wishing to leave this space.

Though try as you might to grow comfortable beneath the comforter, you could already hear the sounds of little voices beginning to talk. Indicating that your sons were already up and moving and would soon be expecting you to make an appearance. You sighed out, closing your eyes for a moment, trying to muster up the motivation to get up out of the bed. To not give into your desire to be lazy, so for a moment you rolled over. Wishing to see if Feanaro had already gotten up out of bed, and to your surprise your husband was laying there still asleep.

It was so rare for him to still be in bed at this hour, usually getting out of bed just as Telperion fully waned to get into the forges. But it would appear that you got to have his presence in bed, you rolled over fully onto your side and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder. Feanaro’s face was fully relaxed and content, instead of the normal furrow that was to his brow, making him look even more beautiful and youthful than he already was.

His black hair was splayed beneath him, fanning out across his pillows entirely. You heard him release a soft breath at your kiss to his shoulders, your lips cold against his hot skin. You smiled softly to yourself, feeling blissful seeing your husband there relaxed. Too bad you didn’t get to enjoy it you thought to yourself, as you rolled over again, this time throwing your side of the comforter off of you to get out of bed.

But before you could move to sit up, you had missed the sounds of your husband rolling over, feeling a strong arm wind around your waist. Pulling you across the bed and your back hitting Feanaro’s chest, as you squeaked out in surprise. Between his sneakier motions and the surprising strength he had used with you to keep you in bed.

“Feanaro..” You argued weakly as he put the comforter back over you, coming to nestle his head behind yours. His grip unrelenting, and you knew even if you tried you weren’t going to be able to escape his hold.

“The children are awake.” You answered him softly, and only heard him hum in response. Only prompting him to wind his other arm beneath you to hold you in full as if a defiant who cares.

“Maitimo has them…” Feanaro argued, and while you usually did not like to put on your eldest son the responsibilities of parenting and being the figure in charge- knowing he was his own person- this was one of the rare times Feanaro was putting it on him. They were in fact in safe hands with Maitimo around, and you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to Tyelko and Carnistir… Makalaure was old enough to help him if need be. At least you knew that was what Feanaro’s argument would be.

“He is our son, not our babysitter.” You countered weakly, feeling a tinge of guilt still at the idea of your eldest being in the parental role. Feanaro hummed at your words, only giving you a squeeze and not releasing you regardless of what your argument was to him.

“He will be fine if he’s the babysitter for another hour or so.” Feanaro added in his deep voice, almost grumbling as you felt his lips come to press a kiss to your shoulder. For a moment you felt reassured by your husbands argument. Content to be close and trust that you weren’t taking up too much of Maitimo’s time.

Surely he had plans today with Findekano and the rest of his cousins. Plans that didn’t involve rambunctious little heathens for small elflings, Tyelkormo especially. Whom you could hear loudly yelling and running down the hallway back and forth. His little feet stomping on the floor hard with every step he took. Making you snort.

“If I could have half the energy that Tyelkormo has…” You breathed out as you closed your eyes, relaxing in Feanaro’s hold. You heard your husband snort out in response to your words, knowing that any elf in Valinor would wish to have a smidgen of the energy he had. If only he knew how to harness it and distribute it…

“Don’t we all wish for it.” He muttered, knowing that was part of the reason why he hadn’t gotten out of bed for the forges this morning. A rare thing when he felt so low on energy that he couldn’t get out of bed to go and enjoy his passion. Though it was nice to be able to lay in bed with you and just relax. Even if Tyelkormo was screaming bloody murder with Maitimo trying to find ways to shush him.

Bribing him with food, it was a real test of diplomacy trying to get him to comply to anything that wasn’t his idea. Feanaro smirked listening to the retorts, as loud and annoying as it could be on occasions, he certainly wouldn’t trade this for anything. Again he pressed another kiss to you, this time to your neck, lingering for a long moment. Feeling you shudder beneath him as his breath tickled your skin.

“You have equal energy as he does, I don’t know what you are talking about.” You laughed out, bringing your hand to come and rest over the top of his calloused ones. Feanaro huffed in response, knowing it was true. It was certainly where he got all that energy from.

“Like father like son I suppose.” You heard him grumble out, feeling him stretch partial against you before he relaxed against you. His body resting close to yours, his chest against your back. You could feel his heart beating, and feel the gentle breathing as it tickled your hair and skin. You closed your eyes again as it grew quiet outside the bedroom.

Figuring that Maitimo must have been successful in bribing Tyelkormo with food to be quiet. Usually one of the best ways to get him to do something that you needed him too, when it suited him at least. It wasn’t as though you could use outside as a threat or a bribe, it was the only place suitable to entertain his energy. A place that he felt most at peace at and was likely to pick a fight with Carnistir.

You could feel sleep starting to creep back up over you, your breathing slowing down. Your body relaxing in full, you were perfectly warm with Feanaro against you and the comforter over you. Unbothered by the light of Laurelin that came into your room, dozing off perfectly. Even Feanaro’s grip had loosened against you, indicating he too was falling back asleep.

That was until you heard;

“MUTINY!” Coming from your fair haired son at the top of his lungs, making you both jump but you could hear the quiet curses under your husbands breath. No sooner did you hear the screaming did you both open your eyes to see your bedroom door fling open so hard it bounced off the wall. With Tyelkormo zooming across the bedroom, still screaming with Carnistir hot on his heels.

And Maitimo and Makalaure too shushing him and trying to wrangle the two of them, but the tot- Carnistir- only shrieked out when Maitimo tried to grab him. Before you felt Tyelkormo jump into the bed, and Carnistir was at your bedside grabbing the edges of your comforter in an attempt to climb up the bed. Whining as he did so.

“I DON’T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU HANYO!” Tyelkormo yelled out defiantly as he stood there and you felt Feanaro part from you. Bringing you to move over to the edge of the bed and reach down to grab Carnistir who immediately crawled onto the bed with your aid. Coming over to cuddle you and bury his face in your chest.

“Tyelko!” Maitimo said firmly, and you watched as your rambunctious son seemed to reconsider it for a moment. His pointing finger seemed to fall halfway, before he decided against it, opening his mouth to speak before you watched as Feanaro reached up to grab Tyelkormo. Pulling him back to lay against the bed, fighting against flailing limbs and yelp of surprise.

“You know what happens to members who commit mutiny?” Feanaro asked, and you watched as Tyelkormo seemed to grow quiet before shaking his head no at his words,

“They end up jailed, consider this the start of your sentence.” He quipped out, snugly wrapping his arms around his smaller feisty son. Who began to try and fight against his father, who was much stronger than he was and easily overpowered the little elfling. With your eldest sons only watching on in amusement.

“Sorry Ontar and Atya, we tried to keep them from coming in here.” Makalaure said out to the two of you, feeling Carnistir move to lay on your whole body. His head turned away from the disaster happening next to you as Tyelkormo continued to flail and try and fight against Feanaro.

“You’re cheating Atya!!!” Tyelkormo insisted, while you only laughed out.

“It is alright, I was going to get up sooner, but was roped into being lazy.” You answered him, as you brought a hand to rest on Carnistir’s back and began to rub gently. The three of you turned to look over at Feanaro and Tyelkormo to see that Feanaro somehow had managed to subdue the little elfling who was frowning furiously.

“Atya you’re a cheater!” Tyelkormo said angrily and with a pout on his lip as he glared up at the ceiling even as Feanaro came over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“All is fair when you’re committing mutiny, Tyelko.” Feanaro added only making the elfling huff out in response to his words. You snorted out at the situation Tyelkormo found himself in, before you reached over with one hand to pinch his side, making his lips twitch into a smile. Knowing it tickled.

“Aw look at that pouty face Tyelko.” You said in a high pitched voice, with a lighthearted tone to go with it. Continuously going to pinch his little side, making him squirm and start to laugh out. Trying to wiggle in Feanaro’s hold to get away from you and the small attack Feanaro was enacting in kisses on his face.

“Ontar! Stop it!” He laughed out as you continued,

“Only if you yield, anonya.” You laughed out, feeling the dip in the bed as Maitimo and Makalaure both sat on the foot of your bed watching the scene unfold. You continued to tickle him,

“NEVER!” He screamed out in hysterical laughter, but you knew if you kept it up he’d eventually fold and give in. So you kept at it, while he twisted wildly in Feanaro’s hold,

“OKAY! I YIELD ONTAR!” With that you immediately stopped, and Tyelkormo finally took some relieved breaths, and you chuckled along with Feanaro at the situation that your wild son had found himself in.

“How about breakfast?” You said, and before you could get an answer from any of your children you watched as Feanaro gathered Tyelkormo in his arms and stood from the bed. Before slinging the elfling over his shoulder.

“I think that is a wonderful idea.” He said, before moving to make way towards the door. Carefully you gathered Carnistir in your arms before you too scooted and slid out of bed, putting him on your hip. To which he clutched tightly to you.

While you would’ve wished for your lazy morning to not have been interrupted, you wouldn’t trade these moments for the world. They were absolutely worth seeing your husband play with your shared children, and you loved seeing it all.

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literainey · 7 months

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₊˚ ✰` ꒱ MASTERLIST

❨ NOTE. currently, i only write for the tolkien fandom. ❩

CELEGORM

FEANOR

LEGOLAS

MAEDHROS

MAGLOR

THRANDUIL

✰ more to be added . . .

#‧ ִ ۫ ༄ ˳ ⟡ 𝐍𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀 :#masterlist #tolkien x reader #celegorm x reader #feanor x reader #legolas x reader #maedhros x reader #maglor x reader #thranduil x reader #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #silm x reader

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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This ask has been on my mind since like FOREVER 💗💗💗💗💗💗

I was wondering if you could do a feanorians x little brother ft nolofinwe where y/n was born very weak and frail but was still loved by his family dearly just that because of his frail body he's constantly bullied and hit by other elflings (and maybe some adults). Whenever he sees his brothers and father he feels so utterly useless but bottles everything up .

Make it end up in fluff please 🙏🙏

Thank you and have a wonderful day/night ❣️

characters feanorians x little brother reader ft. Fingolfin

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n am still uneasily writing about kids - so I made it into a headcanon. Idk if this is what you intended am sorry - so you can request else where because idk what else to do this - but I hope you at least like it @oggy4god

warnings angry overprotective family members xD

FEANOR:

As your dad - expect him to treat you the same as any other of your brothers. He doesn’t care whether or not you were born weak - Feanor still wants to achieve your goals and dreams, like each of his other sons did. He would help you achieve it too.

Eru forbid if he witnesses anyone bullying you he will turn their lives to literal hell. He would protect you with his might and title - the most important to him being a father. He will allow no harm to come upon you. After your bullying incidents he keep just an extra eye and care on you - letting you know you can always talk to him. He will be extra caring on your side.

If you ever feel useless compared to him - he will tell you otherwise and make you shine with your skills, no matter how small they may be, he is so proud of you.

NERDANEL:

I love her, OK? I could not miss your hot momma out. Just like Feanor, she wouldn’t see you any less. You receive a little more attention from her (sometimes your brothers are a little jealous of this but they understand and love you) - more care too. She will encourage you and help you every step of the way to help you achieve your dreams - she sits with you day and night.

Nerdanel is someone who doesn’t like to use the terms “weak” or people referring to you having a “condition” - she likes to think you were extra blessed by Eru, especially when you start to show your kindness and uniqueness to the world - showing your hidden talents. She is the proudest mother - and she shows it.

Your mother would be first to witness the change in your moods - you starting to get depressed. She knows you very well and finds the reasons behind it without having to even question. She likes to deal with it quietly - but if your bullies ceases to stop, she is not afraid to take it to the next level. If she uses her title among the Nolder for anyone, it will be for her children - especially you darling.

Sometimes she cries herself to sleep - thinking about all that you had to face alone and how hard it must have been for you and why you didnt come to her.

In seeing you like this - she understands depression and other mental illnesses so she advises and helps to start therapy or retreats among elves - knowing it is more common than one would think.

Oh - and if it comes to having to get getting revenge on the kindergarten moms who bullied her kid. . . oh, she will ! ! !

Nerdanel consoles her son -and then takes her revenge on those who mistreated him.

MAEDHROS:

As your oldest brother - he advises you like a 2nd father, he isn’t afraid to step in when Feanor is away to come and protect you. He lets you take it a little more easier in training. When you cannot achieve anything as fast as your brothers - he sits down next to you and comforts you with small pet talks. He tries to make you feel better about yourself by telling the number of times he failed before achieving something - letting you know how things take time and life isn’t about a race. Mae tells you to believe in yourself and that is the most important thing - he tells you to listen to yourself and the people that are family - “They say many things - but you mustn’t listen to them, but to the people you keep in here” - points to your heart.

When you finally learn to achieve a level in your training - he has the biggest proud face. He picks you up and places you on his shoulders, cheering for you.

MAGLOR:

While your mother invites therapy for mental health - your big brother Maglor creates songs to boost up your self esteem. Ever seen music fights? - Yes, he does that to your bullies, before filling you with a heart warming and encouraging song like in those Disney movies - he becomes Baloo (The Jungle Book) or even Genie (Aladdin).

He becomes your personal cheerleader - singing from the top of his lungs as Mae carries you on his shoulders.

CELEGORM:

While he doesn’t show it well - he loves you greatly. If he ever sees anyone bullying you and making you feel bad about yourself - big bad brother Tyelko is going to threaten the very lives of your bullies, he becomes the bully of your bullies LMAOO.

He then feels better and drops in front of you - wrapping his arm around your shoulder insisting you go for a hunt that’s the only way he knows how to comfort. Otherwise he gets either Nerdanel, Mae or Maglor.

Expect Huan to be the bestest boi to protect you from big bad brother Tyelko is away to bully the bullies that tried to hurt you.

CARANTHIR:

If anyone learns of you being mistreated first, it is your overprotective big brother Cara - he sees red when he sees or hears of someone bullying you. Cara would straight up punch them in the face - he doesn’t care who/what they are: “HOW DARE YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYING A HAND ON MY BABY BROTHER?!”

His words are searing with deadly anger - making them cower in fear. He will make sure they apologize to you - the one that you deserve. While Cara is caring, initially he is mad at you for hiding or bottling up everything. Afterwards he vows to let no harm come to you. Cara knows what it is like to be judged on - because of his ruddy freckles skin.

Slowly the both of you become closer to each other like this - gradually opening up to each other and he has the proudest look on his face when he sees you defending him, small tears even gathers in his eyes.

CURUFIN:

Like Cara - he is so mad you had no one told anyone of your mistreatments, he will report straight to Feanor. He doesn’t know how to comfort - he never learnt that so he pulls you to the others to give you comfort, though he becomes the extra pair of eyes to protect you from anyone who dares to mistreat you. He can be a little hard on you at times - but when he learns he’s causing you hurt too he immediately stops - he does care deeply for you but he doesn’t know how to help you otherwise.

AMBARUSSA:

Please - if your older twin brothers ever sees someone hurting you - expect them to prank (and scare) the life out of them. They are letting no one hurt you in any way - they take on their roles of becoming your big brothers very seriously - even if at times it seems like it doesn’t.

Sometimes during training they purposefully fall behind you making you go ahead of them or failing on pretend - because they love seeing that triumphant amazed smile on your face once in a while. They will literally do anything to make you happy - once even daring to cut the hair of your school teacher that was giving you a hard time - “He doesn’t deserve it - if he cannot treat someone as amazing you right ! ! ! - Even Atar isn’t mad at us!”

FINGOLFIN:

Best Uncle Nolofinwë seeing this precious little nephew getting mistreated? - Oh, he will not allow such a thing to happen, for a split second he is about to lose his anger like your father - but he controls it and does it the right way of reporting it and making sure they achieve their punishment to even dare to think of doing such a thing to you.

Afterwards - waiting for Feanor to come, he will take your hands in his and talk to you in a calm caring voice - telling you it is OK to feel like the way you and that everyone does feel like this once in a while - but the most important this is not let it cast you down: “You may think you only feel like this, young one - but we all do. . .Some are better at hiding than others and it is never good to hide it. We must accept that sometimes we need a little help. . .a little encouragement from the bad thoughts - and most importantly. . .you must never let these thoughts or words of others plague your heart, my dearest little nephew. . .”

Feanor is a little jealous and scowling at how his half-brother is having a moment with his son - expect your father to be in a sour mood and scowling at Fingolfin for a few moments before he turns to you and provides you the best of comfort - also severing the punishments for your bullying while your uncle shakes his head but offers your something in between a smile and a smirk.

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Fëanáro, my spirit of fire, cuddle me closer? It's cold tonight

“I find it humorous in which you believe I am naturally a warm body due to my name. It is endearing, mírë.” His arms had encircled your waist and tugged you into his lap as he sat in the loveseat beside the fireplace.

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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Think You Can Warm Me Up

[Elves and Cockwarming x reader]

Request: What elves do you think would like cock-warming? - anon

A/N: This was a lot of elves to think for since I've added more over the months gone by. Enjoy!!!

Warning: smut, cockwarming

More: Brat Taming

Loves it – sometimes when they’re too busy to have sex with you but you want to feel them, they’ll suggest you sit on their lap, only to feel them raising your body slightly to slide themselves into you. When you lift your hips to move, their hands will be planted firmly on your waist with a stern look on their faces warning you to stay still. They’ll keep their hands on your waist, using it to pull you closer to rest against their chest and hold you down. Some use it for punishment when your bratty side comes out. They’ll rile you up by making out with you, having you grind on them feeling as though you two are about to have sex, but then when you’re about to ride them, they’ll lean in to whisper, “Not so fast love, no moving, sit right there and stay still or I’ll leave you empty. You thought I’d just give in and give you what you wanted, my poor confused little one” Other times, they’d use it to literally warm themselves up. When you two are relaxing as such, they’d throw the suggestion out to you and once you agree, the two of you will just be lounging about with their cock buried in you, staying warm. There are times you’ve fallen asleep with them buried in you. “You feel so warm and tight love, stop shifting so much, just stay still. This feels good, now we can cuddle.”

MAEDHROS, Maglor, CELEBRIMBOR, FINGOLFIN, FINGON, Finarfin, FINROD, AEGNOR, GLORFINDEL, GALDOR, BELEG, Rog, Elrond

Hates it – the first time you suggest the act, they were down to try it, but once you sank your warm hole onto their cock, it was over for them. Their hands would immediately shoot out to grab your waist, urging you to move but you’ll simply push it away and lean into their chest informing them that you’re not supposed to move. “It’s called cockwarming for a reason. Now stay still. Don’t get mad, remember you agreed to this, so sit and enjoy it.” This was absolute torture for them, they couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing that if they moved their hips right then, you’d probably hop off and that wasn’t part of their plan. Waiting till you were settled in and comfortable, with ease, their hands would sneak around your waist holding you firmly to their chest and without any warning, begin thrusting into you. You’d admit that this was not how you planned the session to go but with the way the tip of their cock was brushing against your soft spot, your moans gave it away. Now whenever you suggest it to them, they’d smile at you saying that they’ll behave, only to abuse your heat as soon as you sink down on their cock. The longest they’ve ever lasted was five seconds. “If you really thought I’d sit through all that torture, you’re absolutely wrong. Now be a good girl/boy and enjoy my cock.”

FEANOR, CELEGORM, Curufin, Turgon, ARGON, ANGROD, EGALMOTH, ECTHELION, MAEGLIN, ELLADAN

Mixed feelings – one minute it’s torture for them the other it’s blissful. It just all depends on their mood not so much yours. If they’re tired and just want to be warmed or you want to feel them, they’d let you go ahead without interrupting you. They’d simply wrap their arms around you and pull you in closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead and drifting off to sleep. Other times it’s when they’re busy doing paperwork and could do with a little relief. Letting you sit on their lap with the table hiding their cock buried deep in your heat, they’d let you lean into them so they could continue their work. “This feels good, didn’t think I’d be needing this, but after I’m finished here, I’d bend you over this table for a good fuck, hmm.” When you’re teasing them all day and acting up and then decide it’s time to kick it up a notch by making them feel you were about to ride them after your tedious torture only to sit still on their cock, now you’re just asking for it. They’d be grinding their teeth the entire time when you tell them not to move while pretending to do something important, informing them that when you’re finished then you two can go at it, they’re not going to listen, not when you were suffocating their cock. They wouldn’t care at that point, so say goodbye to whatever it was that you were doing. “Don’t you think this is a little too much love, don’t you think this has gone on for too long because I think so as well. How about we change that by having me fuck you, now.”

Maedhros, MAGLOR, CARANTHIR, Amrod, Fingolfin, FINGON, TURGON, FINARFIN, Finrod, AEGNOR, Glorfindel, GALDOR, Egalmoth, ROG, ERESTOR

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animatorweirdo · 7 months

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Feanor, Fingolfin and Finarfin as horses

Requested by Anon

hopefully I made it in time and it's not considered to hectic to be fulfilled. congratulations on achieving 500 followers btw 🎉🎊🥳. we should go out an eat pizza!!

I'd like to request a continuation to the Silm horse AU that you were doing (I really enjoyed them). I noticed you spoke about the heads (feanor, fingolfin and finarfin) but didn't actually write for.them. so I was wondering if you'd be will to make a few headcanons like how you did it for the others with reader caring for them on the farm. Thanks btw

Warnings: mentions of horses being dramatic, Feanor being moody, reader not being a willing caregiver, mentions of horse passing, reader obviously having a favorite.

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- You were one of the famed horseriders. You were praised for your talent in dressage and your beloved Finarfin, who was considered one of the most beautiful white horses in the world.

- You enjoyed what you were doing, but after traveling around the world on tours and winning competitions. You have decided to take a break with Finarfin and return to one of the horse stables, Tirion.

- It was a homely place where you had spent most of your childhood and met Finarfin when he was a foal.

- It was a fond memory. You were 14 or 15 years old at the time and wandered to one of the pastures, where you saw Finarfin for the first time, running around his mother and having the cutest whine.

- When he saw you, he ran up to you, and you did not know what it was, but the next thing you knew, you were in love and playing with him. It was like an invisible bond was born between you when you locked eyes, and you started nagging your parents to take you to Tirion so you could see him most of the time.

- Technically, you were breaking the rules since he was not yours, and your parents would have to pay a lot of money if they wanted to buy him, but when Manwe, Finarfin’s mother’s owner, caught you playing with Finarfin, he wasn’t angry at all. On the contrary, he had a feeling what you had been doing but couldn’t bring himself to separate you two since you two had an adorable bond.

- And for your passion for riding and love for Finarfin, Manwe struct you a little deal. He told you if you managed to train Finarfin on the saddle and win three competitions in your choice of horse riding, he would pass the legal ownership to you. Since Finarfin was just a little extra, he could do that for you.

- You were so excited that you started working tiredly to improve your riding skills and then started saddle training Finarfin when he was old enough. It was rough work to get him to wear the saddle, but you succeeded and then started learning dressage and competing in competitions.

- Due to your determination and hard work, you managed to win gold three times in a row, crushing your competition and fulfilling the end of your deal with Manwe.

- The man only laughed, admiring your determination, and then Finarfin was finally legally yours.

- It was such a happy day, and your family threw a party when they learned you actually managed to fulfill the deal and became a horse owner.

- You and Finarfin had been inseparable ever since.

- You experienced a lot of things together as you continued riding. You were there when he met the mare Earwen and became absolutely enamored with her. You were there when each of his kids was born and watched how doting he was toward them. It was adorable.

- You were certain Finarfin would be happy to come back to Tirion and be with his wife. You simply adored how sweet he was toward her. They were a real married horse couple.

- However, when you finally arrived in Tirion, two of your friends came to greet you. You caught up and shared some news, but then they asked if you could watch over their horses since they needed to go away for some time.

- You first refused since their horses were Feanor and Fingolfin. You tolerated the latter, but there was no way you could handle Feanor.

- Your friends begged you as they couldn't find anyone else to take the job. For some reason, Tirion was currently short on horse caregivers. When you heard that, you relented and agreed since you didn’t like leaving them in trouble.

- They nearly cried and hugged you in gratitude. They gave you the worksheets and instructions on handling their horses and then scurried off to god knows where.

- You could only hug Finarfin in despair and regret for accepting.

- So much for having a vacation.

Finarfin

- Finarfin, your sweet white stallion with a golden mane and a golden heart. He had never been a troublemaker for you. He's friendly with people, sweet toward other horses, and doesn't shy away from many things.

- He's one of the most perfect horses in the world—to you, he was perfect, and you do not care for others' opinions about it.

- And you treat him as such. You always make sure he eats well and has something to do so he doesn't get bored, and use warm water during bath times because even you don't like the feeling of cold water against your skin.

- The only troublesome thing about him is when you try to get some fly repellent on him. He doesn't like the smell, but unfortunately, he attracts a lot of flies and mosquitos to himself. You always ensure to give him a treat after that.

- Since he's specialized in dressage, you mostly do basic exercises together, but sometimes jump and ride through the woods to break a real sweat.

- He likes spending time in the pasture with Earwen, and you always take cute videos of them together.

- Sometimes, you two spend time together in the pasture, lying on the grass while you read a book and have petting sessions, where he enjoys when you give him a good scratch on the right spot.

- He has a peculiar relationship with his brothers. He’s very playful with Fingolfin and would follow him around sometimes. However, he tends to avoid Feanor. It was perhaps out of fear since Feanor was rather temperamental toward them.

- Finarfin would be your source of comfort whenever you feel down or stressed after dealing with his brothers, letting you hug him and rub your back in comfort.

- You might have hidden in his stall a couple of times to avoid his brother’s owners or just to avoid reality.

+100/10 Best horse. Your precious boy will always be the number one in your heart. You do not like the drama his brothers cause, but at least he’s there, so you manage to endure it all.

Fingolfin

- Fingolfin was a large black stallion with a diamond-shaped marking on his forehead. He's calm and a friendly horse, so you don't have problems with him. You would have been more than happy to look after him if Feanor was not added to the list.

- You usually let him run free in the riding field and the pasture to release the extra energy he has after being scooped up in his stall for so long. He sometimes plays with Finarfin, which you find cute, and Finarfin follows him around like a follower.

- But when it comes to Feanor, Fingolfin turns rather melodramatic, attempting to interact with the other stallion and failing to grasp the hint when the latter makes it painfully obvious that they don’t like him in the slightest.

- You don't know what it is, but you've had to keep them in separate pastures to ensure the idiot doesn't end up with a hoof to the face.

- You don’t know much about racehorses, but when your friend offered you to let you ride him once, you got curious and accepted. You wanted to know what it was like, and oh boy, you were stunned by the speed when you galloped together through the usual forest path.

- It was also terrifying, and Fingolfin still had energy when you were done, so you just let him run free in the riding field to let it out.

- You decided you would never try riding racehorses ever again. The speed was just too much for you.

- Luckily, Fingolfin was easy to brush and wash, but one time, you forgot to turn the water to a warmer temperature, and he freaked out when the cold water hit his coat. You were lucky to avoid getting hit by the hoof when he neighed and nearly kicked you.

- Apparently, he has a severe beef with cold water. The incident nearly gave you a heart attack, so you now remember to ensure the water is warm when it comes to bath times.

- He did feel guilty, so you got over it rather quickly.

- Fingolfin was pretty calm around his wife. He turns less dramatic even around Feanor, and you sometimes see him care for his mare.

- It was adorable, so you sometimes take a video of them together and send them to his owner, who would gush about it for a week.

10 /10 You grew to like him in a way. He wasn’t challenging, but you would appreciate it if he would finally get it in his head that Feanor did not want to be his friend or even look at him.

Feanor

- Feanor was a black stallion with a peculiar star-shaped marking on his forehead. He's a relatively very gorgeous horse, but in personality, he is proud, and you are terrified of him.

- He doesn't get along with his brothers, most likely because they came from a different mother. You heard that his mother tragically passed away when he was born, which is sad and likely the reason he refused another mare as his mother. He had to be fed with formulas and personally cared for by people until he reached adolescence and didn't require as much care anymore.

- He was a famous racehorse and considered one of the fastest horses in the world. He only tolerates your friend, his owner, so you prefer just brushing him, feeding him, and letting him run freely in the pasture and field to release his energy.

- He doesn't show much attitude, except when you brush him in the wrong spot or give him the wrong amount of food.

- He refuses to interact with his brothers, chases Fingolfin away, and sometimes seeks a fight. You made sure to never put him in the same pasture as Finarfin. You're not letting that beast hurt your precious boy.

- Your friend told you that he's very energetic and needs a lot of exercise, but you refuse to ride him or do anything else, so the best thing you can do is let him run free in the field or have others exercise him.

- He's surprisingly calmer around a red-colored mare named Nerdanel. He’s pretty sweet toward her and even tolerates other horses when she’s around him.

- It was pretty surprising because he’s such a snob toward others. You didn’t mind it, but you never thought he and both of his brothers were such gentlemen toward their ladies.

- You had heard the two were close and had seven foals together. It wasn’t even intended to make that many; the two just liked each other that much. Nerdanel’s owner wanted to keep them separate after her sixth birth, which ended up having twins. They wouldn't have been against making more foals, but they started to get concerned over Nerdanel’s health and the potential consequences if the two were allowed to mingle more.

- But, they were allowed to be near each other. They just needed a fence in between with only certain exceptions being in the same pasture under supervision.

- 9 / 10 You don't like him much. He causes you stress when he interacts with other horses with that pissy mood of his. However, he was not as bad as you thought. He at least makes caring for him easy. You do want to know how your friend manages him.

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autumnshighlady · 4 months

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Wildest Dreams (Feanor x Reader x Fingolfin)

summary: you've been caught in the middle of a competition between Feanor and Fingolfin's, and you can't imagine having to choose between the two. Thankfully, they make things easier

warnings: SMUT (kinda incest/y i guess since they're half brothers but nothing happens between them I swear), oral sex (m and f recieving), dirty talk

word count: 6k

requests: I’m not sure if you write for threesomes in this fandom (and if you don’t, please feel free to discard this ask): requesting Feanor x reader x Fingolfin, smut, where both of them are in love with the reader but reader doesn’t want to offend one by choosing the other, so she chooses to keep her difference, and Feanor and Fingolfin seduce her and agree to share her? Turn pleasuring her into a competition to see who is the better lover once and for all?

professor tolkien I am so sorry for this ily

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You wandered down the paths of the gardens, letting your fingertips brush the soft petals of the flowers that swayed in the gentle breeze. The air was sweet, something which you normally would have cherished on such a fine afternoon. But not today. No, today was different. Instead of appreciating the beauty of the nature around you like you usually did, your mind was far away. It was swimming in the afterthoughts of the dream you had last night, one that sent a blush to your cheeks at the mere thought of it.

That morning, you had woken up with a thin layer of sweat on your skin and a flush on your face. But it was not the product of illness, nor the result of a nightmare. No, it was from a dream filled with lust and pleasure. In this dream, your deepest, most shameful desires had come to light. You had been at the mercy of the princes Fëanor and Fingolfin, the two eldest sons of Finwë himself, as they performed acts on you so sinful that the mere thought of them sent shivers down your spine.

You could still feel their mouths on your skin, their fingers working magic and tongues hot against your body. The sensation of the princes inside of you lingered as if it had actually happened.

It had almost felt real.

You had dreamed of them before, but last night was the first time it had turned that sexual. For weeks Fëanor and Fingolfin had been competing for your affections, each trying to outdo the other with flirtatious comments and gestures. It had begun when Fëanor interrupted your lunch with Fingolfin, stealing you away from his half-brother to show you his work in the forges. The next day, Fingolfin had appeared at your door to personally escort you to dinner, gently placing a flower in your hair, claiming it complimented your eyes. Their competition had grown less and less subtle, and was beginning to irritate you. At first, it was flattering, but now it had become more of an inconvenience. Truthfully, a small part of your heart had always harboured a crush for both princes, and up until now, you had thought it easily concealable.

And so you continued your path down the garden, head in the clouds and paying no attention to the world around you as you savoured the sensations lingering on your skin from last night’s dream. Unfortunately, you were snapped out of your daze as you collided with a tall figure, your head smacking into a very muscular chest. Startled, you stepped back and looked up at the living obstacle, only to be met with the amused gaze of Fëanor himself.

“My Lord,” You stammered, dipping your head. “My apologies. I did not see you there.”

Fëanor snorted, “Clearly.” He said, obviously finding the situation rather entertaining. You dared to look up at him, but regretted your decision immediately. His lips were smirking with their usual arrogance, his grey-blue eyes piercing your very soul. His dark hair was loosely hanging around his face, which was not covered in ash from the forges for once. The mere image of his face looking down on your much smaller frame only brought back the images in your mind from your dream, and it sent an instant blush to your face. You quickly averted your gaze, hoping Fëanor would not notice.

Unsurprisingly, he did, as his smirk only grew more arrogant. His hand grazed your chin, tilting it up so you were forced to meet his gaze. You bit your lip, desperately trying to force the sinful images from your mind.

To make matters worse, Fëanor moved his hand from your chin to your face, pressing the back of his hand to your cheek. “Are you alright, my dear?” He said, the curiosity in his voice obviously feigned. “Your face appears rather flushed.”

You gritted your teeth. “I’m fine.” You said, much harsher than intended. The arrogant asshole knew exactly what he was doing. You hated the effect he had on you, how a simple touch could make your body react in such a strong way.

And Fëanor knew that. He removed his hand from your cheek, letting his fingertips ghost your collarbone has he brought them back down to his sides. “Perhaps you did not sleep well enough…” He mused. You stiffened at the mention of your sleep, and Fëanor noticed immediately and cocked his eyebrow. “Or perhaps, you slept rather well…”

The both of you knew what he was getting at, and at this you squirmed even more, mind racing as you tried to think of a response. Usually you were much more composed than this, but not today. Much to your annoyance, last night’s dream continued to cloud your judgement. He extended his arm and you took it, and the two of you continued on your original path through the garden.

“Did you dream of me, dear Y/N?” Fëanor inquired as you walked, noting the blush that had returned to your cheeks.

“I do not remember.” You stated, hoping that would be sufficient enough to make Fëanor drop it.

Oh how wrong you were, for your vague answer merely encouraged the prince. “Or perhaps you dreamed of my brother,” He sighed dramatically, but continued to watch you from the corner of his eye, studying the every reaction you produced.

This only made you squirm even more, as if he was reading your mind, delving into your deepest desires that last night had uncovered. You felt ashamed at your current state, how Fëanor was able to read you as if you were an open book.

“Uh…” You stammered. “I… I do not think so, my Lord.”

At this, Fëanor hummed, looking straight ahead. “So your dreams were not of me, nor my brother, then who? If you hold affections for another, Lady Y/N, I would have you tell me…”

“It’s not that.” You snapped, interrupting him mid-sentence.

At this, Fëanor stopped you both, turning around so that he faced you. He leaned down, lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Tell me, my dear, perhaps you dreamed of us both…”

You breathed in sharply. It was all too much for you, his lips whispering things into your ear just as he had in your dream, his presence so close and threatening to consume you. You stepped away before your body could react further. “I… I am sorry,” You stammered, bowing your head with as much dignity as you could muster. “I must go.”

Without waiting for an answer, you walked away as quickly as possible. You knew it was rude, but you did not care. You hurried away before anyone could see your flustered state, mentally cursing at both yourself and the arrogant prince.

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You spent the rest of the day avoiding both Fëanor and Fingolfin, knowing that if Fëanor continued to further inquire about your dreams, he would end up with a broken jaw, and the guards would almost certainly throw you into a cell. You had skipped lunch, sneaking out into the forest through the kitchens and grabbing a loaf of bread from your friend on the way out. You chose to spend the next few hours under your favourite tree where you knew the princes would not look for you, letting your mind drift off again once more. Desperately, you tried to keep your thoughts civil, planning out your next letter to your mother and debating whether or not to continue the song you had been composing. But your consciousness would simply not allow you to focus on such trivial matters.

After a few hours, you finally surrendered to your thoughts, tilting your head back and resting it on the tree as you closed your eyes. You let out a sigh almost immediately, letting last night’s dream replay in your head over and over as you let the world around you fade away.

Unbeknownst to you, Fëanor was watching you from a distance. He had known of your favourite spot in the forest for some time now, but dared not disturb you. Normally he did not particularly care for the boundaries of others. He was a prince, and may inherit his father’s crown and titles one day and could do as he pleased. Fëanor would never admit it, but a small part of him feared that if he approached you in your secret spot, you would lose respect for him and become distant, which was the opposite of what he desired.

So he instead grew content with simply observing you from a distance, something which had become a daily occurrence for him. He noted the content on your face, and the hint of a blush on your cheeks, reminding him of your earlier state in the gardens.

Fëanor relished in the memory. Normally you were much more composed, but he liked the way you squirmed beneath his gaze, unable to hide the obvious thoughts that were racing through your mind as his lips brushed your ear. At this point he was almost certain that you had dreamed of sharing your bed with him, and possibly his half-brother, and that was why your encounter in the gardens had been so unusual. But the prince was not quite prepared for what he would hear and witness next.

It was faint, barely audible even to his elven ears, but you let out a breathy whisper: “Fëanor…”

His name coming from your lips in such a manner sent an all too familiar sensation down Fëanor’s spine. He held his breath as he saw you ever so slightly press your legs together, chest rising up and down intensely. Countless times Fëanor had imagined you beneath him, his name spilling from your mouth as his hands explored your body. He had thought about the ways he would claim you, and while part of him wanted to take you from behind and fuck you until you screamed, the other part of him wanted to see you beneath him, receiving the most satisfaction and pleasure you’d ever had in your life.

He bit his lip, relishing in how blissfully unaware you were of your surroundings until you whispered another name, “Fingolfin…”

Under any other circumstances, hearing your sweet lips whisper Fingolfin’s name would have sent Fëanor into a murderous rage frightening enough to make Morgoth cower. But not this time. Instead of being filled with jealousy, a brilliant idea came to his mind and he smirked. Your whispers were all the confirmation he needed to know exactly what you had dreamed of last night. Satisfied, Fëanor turned away and headed back to the palace.

He needed to talk to Fingolfin.

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After a while, you finally opened your eyes and sat up straight. You did not know how much time had passed since you had drifted off into your haze. You felt a cold breeze, realizing it was about to get dark soon. Collecting your skirt, you stood up, shivering slightly at the cold as you headed back through the forest.

When you arrived inside the palace, you did not bother to see if there was any food left in the kitchen. Instead, you elected to return to your chambers, where you hoped to have a hot bath and go to sleep. You arrived at your door and pushed it open, but nearly shrieked in surprise at the sight before you.

Fëanor was lying on your bed, legs crossed as he casually fiddled with the corner of one of your pillows. He was not dressed in his usual fancy robes, but rather a simple pair of trousers with a loose white shirt. He gave you a smirk as you entered, noting the surprise on your face.

“Good evening, my dear Y/N.” Fëanor said innocently. “What took you so long? I was beginning to wonder if you got lost on your way to bed.”

After a few moments, your shock subsided. “What the fuck, Fëanor?” You snapped, not bothering with your usual polite greeting. “Why the fuck are you in my chambers? You can’t just walk in whenever-”

“Oh, but I can.” He interrupted, dismissing your outburst. “But that matters not. Perhaps now you will tell me more about your dream, little one.”

At this, you rolled your eyes, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind you. This time, Fëanor and his half-brother’s competitiveness had gone too far. “Seriously?” You said in an exasperated tone, your hands defiantly placed on your hips, all sense of embarrassment gone. “That’s what you came here to ask? Are you not capable of just dropping the subject?”

Before Fëanor could answer, a deep voice came from the darkest corner of the room. “I, too, would like to know about this dream.”

You practically jumped out of your skin. Out of the shadows emerged Fingolfin himself. But it was not the Fingolfin you had grown accustomed to seeing - the noble elf who always had a stoic expression on his chiseled face, consistently dressed in robes more elaborate than that of his brother’s. No, this Fingolfin was clad in similar attire to Fëanor, his toned chest showing behind the thin fabric. His dark brown hair was smooth, making you want to run your fingers through it. His eyes were even more silver than his brother’s, making contact with yours as he stepped closer to you.

“Okay….” You stuttered, beyond confused. “What the fuck is going on?”

Fëanor sighed dramatically, kicking his legs off the bed and standing up. The sons of Finwë walked towards you like predators stalking their prey. You felt your heart race, trying to step away only for your back to meet the wall behind you and you gulped. Simply seeing the princes like this was enough for all your sinful thoughts created by your dream to surface at the front of your mind. You pressed your legs together as they drew closer, stopping less than a foot away from you.

“The thing is, my dear,” Fëanor said, reaching out and brushing your fingers against your wrist before slowly dragging them up the length of your arm. “I have come to the conclusion that the reason your head has been in the clouds all day is because of the dream you had last night. It only took one touch from me in the gardens this morning to figure out all I needed to know about it…”

“My brother tells me that you dreamed of the two of us.” Fingolfin said, his voice feigning innocence just as his brother’s had earlier today. “And what do you presume we did to our lovely Y/N in her dream, Fëanáro?”

Fëanor chuckled, his movements on your arm not ceasing. “I think we fucked her into oblivion.” His voice dropped an octave. “Is that correct, meldenya [my love]? Did you dream of being at our mercy as we worshipped that pretty body of yours?”

By this point, you could resist them no longer. All day you had been fighting the sensations and emotions that stemmed from your dream, but between Fëanor’s teasing touches and Fingolfin’s lust-filled gaze, you finally caved.

“Yes.” You muttered meekly, face flushing with embarrassment. You felt arousal pool between your legs, and for a moment you hated yourself for reacting to the two noble elves so strongly when they had not really done much.

Fingolfin chuckled lowly, reaching up to cup your face with his left hand. “Do not be ashamed, my dear,” He soothed. “We only wish to give you what you desire.”

Fëanor leaned in, as he did earlier in the gardens, but this time his teeth gently grazed along the outside of your pointed ear. That sensation alone sent shockwaves through your body, every nerve in the sensitive area screaming that it was too much and not enough at the same time. “What is it exactly, darling, that your dream revealed your desires to be?” He murmured against your skin. “After all, we are generous elves — tell us exactly what you want, and you may have it. So, my dear, please do reveal exactly how that little dream of yours went down.”

Everything was spinning. Any sense of composure you had was gone under their touches. Fingolfin’s left hand trailed down your neck, brushing against your breast before settling on your waist and giving it a firm squeeze. You sighed, allowing Fëanor to continue his ministrations along your ear as you let your head rest against the wooden door. The air felt hot, your clothes too tight - if you could only just slip your dress off…

Your thoughts were cut off but a sharp squeeze by that large hand at your waist. “Your prince asked you a question,” Fingolfin all but growled, his voice full of dominance and leaving no room for debate. It was akin to the tone you had heard him use when giving orders, only this one was dripping with heat. “Answer it, darling, before we take matters into our own hands.”

The image was tempting — to allow the two elves to make the choices for you, doing with you as they pleased. But then the reality of the situation set in: here you were, a common-born elf with no noble family, with two of the most desirable elves in Arda ready to comply with your every wish. They held such control, such respect everywhere else, except for at this moment in your bedroom. In this space, you made the decisions.

They were yours to command, to wield like a sword.

You smirked. “Well, in my dream you both took my clothes off and carried me to the bed,” You began, hearing Fëanor hum his approval. “You took turns tasting me, as if I was your last meal on Arda. I dreamed of you both on your knees, allowing me to get lost in the pleasure of your fingers and tongues. Then Fëanor took me from behind, while Fingolfin claimed my mouth.”

The words tumbled out of you like a river bursting free from a dam. So long had you contained your desires, but no longer. Evidently, your words had an effect on the two princes. Fëanor’s breathing had become more noticeable, his attention on your ear diverted to your neck in the soft spot beneath your jaw, making you see stars. Fingolfin’s right hand had come up to knead your right breast, his left hand migrating to your ass with a firmness and assurance that made your knees go weak.

“See?” Fëanor purred. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now let us take care of you, darling. Let us give you everything and more.”

You whined as he pulled away, but it was cut short as the two elves began working in tandem to remove your dress. Fëanor pulled your arms out of your sleeves with a shocking tenderness, while Fingolfin’s thick fingers worked at the laces on your back. Within seconds, your chest was left bare. Instinctively, your arms went to cover your breasts, but strong hands clamped down on your wrists.

“Now now, let’s not be shy,” Fëanor mockingly chastised. “Let us see you, princess.” Before you could even comprehend a response, your arms were back at your sides. You almost sighed with relief as you were free from the constricting top of your dress. But what happened next nearly made you climax on the spot.

Fëanor got to his knees, pulling your dress past your waist and down to your ankles along with your panties. Fëanor, son of High King Finwë, the Prince of the Noldor, was kneeling before you as if in worship. His grey-blue eyes, which normally were clouded like the sky of an oncoming storm, were clear and looking up at you — still arrogant, but with a newfound awe as they surveyed your figure. You stepped out of your dress, moment of awe cut short as Fingolfin, determined not to let his brother have all the attention, swept you up into his strong arms.

He carried you over to your bed, placing you down on the mattress as if you were a piece of glass threatening to break under his strong arms. Almost immediately, he was on top of you, his muscular frame so close, but not close enough. Fingolfin leaned his head down as if to kiss you, but instead put his lips to your ear.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” His deep voice was like velvet, a silky fog wrapping around all your senses. “How many nights I have pictured you under me, those starlit eyes staring into mine as I enter you? How I have nearly dropped to my knees just to beg you for one taste of you? How I’ve pumped myself dry imagining those lips around my cock? My sweet Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“To us.” Came the other male’s voice. Fingolfin’s confessions had you reeling, to the point you had almost forgotten Fëanor was there. You turned your neck to the right, allowing the elf on top of you to press warm kisses down the left side of your neck, nipping and sucking as he went. In turning your head you were faced with Fëanor, who had discarded his shirt. His muscles looked like they were sculpted by Aulë himself, each one toned and defined in ways you didn’t know possible from countless hours spent in the forges. Parts of his loose hair hung over his shoulders, framing his angular face as he stared at you.

Naturally, the eldest son of Finwë almost preened at the lust-filled look you gave him. Under normal circumstances you would have mentally smacked yourself for so easily stroking the prince’s already inflated ego, but it mattered not in this moment. All you cared about was that he touch you with those strong, practised hands. You whined as Fingolfin’s teeth grazed a sensitive spot along the column of your throat before moving down to your collarbone, sucking and biting gently as he went. One of his large hands had come up to your breast, kneading the flesh and causing you to gasp.

“You look so exquisite,” Fëanor purred as he approached the bed, looking down at your flushed form unabashedly. “Just laying there for us to ruin you. You are lucky Fingolfin is much gentler than I. He shall warm you up for me so I can make you scream loud enough for all of Arda to hear you.”

You yelped as Fingolfin harshly bit down on your nipple while boldly cupping between your legs with his free hand. “Do you think me unable to make her scream?” He growled, a dark glint in his eyes that sent chills through your body.

Fëanor smirked. “Not as well as I can.”

“Challenge accepted.” Fingolfin said boldly as he swiped a finger up your slit, collecting the ever-growing pool of wetness there. Your responsive noise was cut off as Fëanor’s large hand wrapped around your throat, his mouth swallowing your gasp and claiming your lips. He tasted like spiced wine and embers, encasing all your senses at once. The Prince groaned into your mouth, squeezing your throat harder. Your head spun between the dominance of Fëanor’s lips on yours and Fingolfin’s mouth slowly descending towards your core.

“Watch it,” The younger elf growled, lifting his lips from your stomach. “You said we’d take turns.”

Fëanor removed his lips from yours, rolling his eyes as he released your throat. “Get over it.” He said. “If you get to taste her pussy first, then I get to taste her mouth first. Fair is fair.”

Fingolfin huffed, but didn’t argue. With a new level of determination, he placed his lips back on your skin. You moaned, the sensation of his lips on your stomach making you tingle. The Prince’s hot breath fanned over your core, causing you to inhale sharply. “Ask me nicely.” He said, the closeness of his lips to your wetness making you squirm.

“What?” You mumbled, earning a chuckle from Fëanor, who had sat himself on the bed and was stroking your hair. Every so often, he tugged gently.

“I said, ask me nicely.” Fingolfin repeated, more sternly this time. The authority in his voice went straight between your legs, slick tracking down onto the soft sheets below.

Fëanor’s grip on your locks tightened as he chuckled again. “We’ve barely touched her and she’s already incoherent. Perhaps she cannot handle us and we should stop—“

“No!” You cried out, embarrassingly fast.

Fingolfin rested his cheek on the inside of your thigh, and you peered down at him. The sight of the towering, noble elf on his knees with his chiselled face mere centimetres away from your pussy made you dizzy. You had fantasized about this moment more than you cared to admit, alternating between the two princes most of the time. “Well, my love, if you want me to taste your sweet pussy, you have to beg for it.” He said lowly.

You whined, pouting a bit. You were a proud elf, and begging was not your strong suit. Sensing your hesitation, Fingolfin smirked, and began snaking his way down the bed towards your feet. He grabbed your ankle and lifted your leg up, placing feather light kisses along the inside. Slowly as ever, the prince made his way down your leg, kissing and nipping as he went. Right before he met your core, he pulled away and repeated the pattern on your other leg, causing you to whine.

“Poor thing.” Fëanor said in mock sympathy, stroking your face with his calloused fingers. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he bent down and whispered in your ear. “All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll throw him aside and show him how it’s done. You won’t need to beg, I’ll give you whatever you want, sweet thing.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Fingolfin said sternly, drawing your attention back to the elf between your legs. “Focus on me. Once you ask, I will be yours to command. All you must do is beg for it.”

“She won’t break.” Fëanor snorted impatiently, clearly waiting for his chance.

Fingolfin responded confidently. “Yes, she will.” Lazily, he lowered his head and dragged his tongue around the edges of your core, centimetres away from where you needed him most. You let out a shaky breath, toes curling as your eyes squeezed shut. It was torture — blissful, but excruciating torture. It wasn’t long before you felt your pride begin to crack, the tough facade you thought you had slowly crumbling.

“Please.” You mumbled, voice breathy and barely above a whisper.

The Prince smirked in satisfaction, kissing your mound lightly. “Please, what?”

“Please, Fingolfin,” You gasped, fighting the urge to clamp your legs around him and drag him closer. “Please use your tongue on my pussy. Please, my lord.”

Satisfied, Fingolfin finally lowered his mouth to your cunt, licking a bold stripe up your slut. You cried out, nearly in tears at the overwhelming pleasure as the prince began to skillfully devour you. Your hands quickly found themselves tangled in his hair, earning a heavenly groan from the male. He was taking his time with you, each movement confident and strong and eliciting an intense reaction. Your head spun, legs weak already with the pleasure Fingolfin was bringing you.

“Open your eyes.” Fëanor’s strong hand tangled in your hair again, tilting your head down and forcing you to look down at the sight before you. “Is this what you dreamed of, darling? Being our little plaything, begging for us to make you feel better than any other male could? How many nights have those little fingers taken up residence between your legs as you imagine this very scene, trying to find relief but never quite scratching that itch?”

You garbled something of a response, but you weren’t even sure what. Fëanor growled, tightening his grip. “I asked you a question, pet. How many times have you touched yourself imagining this?”

“Many nights…” You managed to gasp, ensuring to keep your eyes on Fingolfin, who took your clit between his lips and sucked.

“Good girl.” Fëanor purred. “But I bet your fingers aren’t nearly as satisfying as our tongues, or our cocks, are they?”

“No.” You arched your back, feeling that tightening buildup inside your body as you approached your orgasm faster than you’d care to admit.

“Naturally.” Fëanor loosened his grip on your hair. “Now look at Arakáno as you cum on his face.”

You obeyed without thinking, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure as Fingolfin’s tongue tipped you over the edge, sending shockwaves through your entire body. Fingolfin moaned with you as you tugged on his dark locks, the animalistic sound echoing throughout the chamber as you rode out your climax.

Panting, you caught your breath as he pulled away, leaving your legs trembling. He climbed up your body, his massive form towering over yours as he leaned down and kissed you. You felt in a trance, body a trembling mess. You wondered how you would endure multiple rounds if you were this weak already.

You didn’t even realize how Fëanor had slunk down to take Fingolfin’s place until firm hands snaked under your thighs and gripped your hips firmly. Without a warning, he dove into your still sensitive pussy like a man starved, loud slurping noises filling the room. You cried out, trying to squirm away, but Fëanor’s grip was like iron and you couldn’t move.

“That’s it, darling.” Fingolfin purred. “Let us hear you. Let the whole palace hear you.”

You no longer attempted to bite your lip and conceal your noises. Your moans sounded throughout the room as Fingolfin firmly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. You whimpered, almost completely immobile. You were overstimulated from your first orgasm, yet the older prince had no mercy on you as he continued to devour your wetness. While Fingolfin was like the water’s current, calculated and steady, his half brother was akin to a hurricane of fire. His movements were fast and unpatterned, designed to send you towards the edge as fast and as ruthlessly as possible. A single tear ran down your cheek as you pleaded — not even sure what you were pleading for.

“Ease up, Fëanor.” Fingolfin said sternly, noticing your tear.

The heir lifted his head for a moment and scoffed. “She can take it. Can’t you, pet?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yes, I can take it. Please, just don’t stop.”

“Thought so.” Fëanor smirked triumphantly before delving back between your legs, doubling his efforts. Two of his thick fingers found their way inside your tight walls, causing you to cry out even louder. Quickly, they found that spot deep inside you that made your entire body jolt.

You could practically see Fëanor’s ego inflate at your reaction, feeling the satisfied smirk of his lips on your clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. Your release approached at light speed within minutes, but just as you were about to fall over the edge, Fëanor pulled away.

“No!” You cried out pitifully, wanting to kick him in the face at your loss of an orgasm. Before you could protest further, those strong hands on your hips flipped you over onto stomach. Fëanor yanked your hips back so you were up on your knees, and Fingolfin released your wrists, allowing you to push yourself up onto your hands.

“Are you going to take our cocks like a good little slut?” Fëanor cooed, unlacing his breeches and pulling them off. Fingolfin had also begun removing his shirt, letting the fabric fall to the floor to reveal his toned body. Your mouth watered as he began removing his breeches, his large cock springing free. He smirked with pride as you drank in the sight of him, giving himself a firm stroke as he walked towards the edge of the bed.

You gasped as Fëanor pressed his thick cock into you, rutting back and forth and caressing your ass with skilled hands. “We’re going to stuff both ends of you, pet. I’m going to fill that tight pussy of yours with my cum, and you’re going to take every drop of it with pride Understood?”

You nodded, pressing your ass eagerly into Fëanor’s cock. He chuckled, slapping your ass one last time before pressing the head into you. You moaned at the stretch, forcing yourself to relax as the Prince slid himself into you with surprising slowness. “Gods above,” Fëanor groaned behind you. “You feel incredible. Even better than I imagined.”

Your toes curled at the thought of the Prince fantasizing about this moment just like you did. Your thoughts were interrupted as Fingolfin brought his cock to your lips, gently tracing them with the head. “Open.” He commanded, gently but sternly.

You obliged without thinking, body responding to his orders on its own. Eagerly, your jaw stretched to wrap your lips around him, sucking gently. Fingolfin sighed deeply, the noise sending pleasure down your spin. You inhaled through your nose, opening your throat as best you could to accommodate his massive size.

“Good girl,” Fingolfin praised as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. It was a sight that took your breath away — the noble prince with his head tilted back and eyes fluttered shut in bliss at how you made him feel. “Look at you, taking me in that smart mouth of yours so well. It’s like you were made for this, weren’t you?”

Fëanor grunted, beginning to move his hips and thrust in and out of you. He swore, picking up the pace. Fingolfin did the same, gently fucking your face. You were in heaven, the two elven princes filling you up as they found a rhythm that made you see stars. Your body jostled between them like a rag doll, your arms fighting to keep yourself upright as they increased the pace.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex as they mercilessly pounded into you for what felt like hours. Tears spilled down your throat as you gagged on Fingolfin’s cock, taking breaths through your nose whenever you could. Fëanor gripped your hips so tightly you knew there would be colourful bruises the next day — bruises you would be proud to stare at in the mirror.

Your body crescendoed to the release you were denied earlier, beginning to shake as you approached it fast. You began to clench around Fëanor’s cock, and he moaned. “That’s it, pet.” He growled, ploughing into your cunt. “Cum all over my cock like the slut you are. Fucking take it.”

You whimpered, screaming around Fingolfin’s cock as one of Fëanor’s hands reached down between your legs and firmly rubbed your clit. That was all it took for you to explode, shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm took over. You saw white, Fingolfin letting out a loud groan as the vibrations from your noises consumed his cock. Fëanor moaned fiercely, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you.

Fingolfin followed a few minutes later, and you eagerly swallowed every drop he spurted down your throat. Your jaw ached and every bone in your body was spent, but you were in heaven. A thin sheen of sweat covered the Princes, their long hair clinging to their muscles as they panted. You collapsed as they pulled out of you, landing on the soft bed as you caught your breath. Wordlessly, the princes began to tend to you. Fingolfin grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand and gently brought it to your lips, smoothing your hair as he did so. Fëanor brought forth a damp cloth, gently wiping you down. They murmured gentle praises, and you basked in the glow of their attention. They settled you under the sheets, each prince taking up residence beside you and caressing your body.

“So…” Fëanor hummed as you began to drift off into sleep. “Who won?”

Fingolfin’s quiet but stern scold was all you heard before you let yourself slip into unconsciousness.

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nerdanel-the-wise-istarnie · 1 year

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❄ Nerdanel's Feanorian Christmas ❄

I have seen a lot of blogs do this and I wanted to try myself :)

🎁Nerdanel has kindly allowed to let everyone ask anything and everything to her during this holiday season. She's willing to answer everyone Christmas letters until the 13th December 11 GMT (tonight). So only about 2 weeks as she's a very busy elf woman taking care of 7 kids, her hot-tempered husband and being the best sculptor in all of Valinor.🎁

❄ ·⊰ RULES:

୧ *·˚ ❝The same rules apply as before, but here are a few new ones to ensure fun and safety ┆↰

❄ There's a limit of one question per ask please because Nerdanel is very busy (building gifts for her 8 membered family). However, there is no limit on the number of asks from one person.

❄ You can ask her NSFW questions, however you must be 18+ to do this and these questions will be tagged accordingly.

❄ Will you like your letter to be privately send to your inbox so no one else can see, please state so in the ask with emoji:🤫

❄ Anons are allowed, however it would be more personalized if you wish to reveal yourself and as said before no one but Nerdanel will know who are if you choose the option above.

❄ Don't forget to have asks enabled if you choose the option of secret letters. DMs are too clustered and Nerdanel doesn't really like it. You can reply her privately too if so you want :)

❄ We know people love her unconditionally, both pre-oath and post-oath, but for this holiday season, please only pre-oath!

❄ If you could kindly follow and reblog, it would be great so more people can know about this <3

❄ ·⊰ PROMPTS:

Dearest Nerdanel, can you send me:

😲- a letter with a secret; the ladies love to gossip. Or would you like to know one of Nerdanel's secret recipes? Like her personal hot chocolate recipe that even Fëanáro doesn't know but tries to steal a second mug of it. Or do you want to share a secret with her?

🥰- an emotional support message? We all know Nerdanel is certainly one of the best at giving advice and this is why we had the option of secret letters, what advice would you like from her, it can be anything. She'll hug you and cry with you; kindly wipe your tears. Even ask Carnistir to knit you something or anything from herself or one of her other sons :)

💌- send her a love letter (describe 2 things about yourself anything you love about her). Word of advice, just don't let Fëanáro see you.

📝- ask her any question (the option is limitless, it can be anything about her sons, what they like for or to do for Christmas, how to make them swoon, how does she keep her husband's fire under check if the Ñolofinwë's or Arafinwë's family come over? Anything!).

🔥 - a very naughty letter (18+ only; choose a prompt if you like), again and big time, do NOT let Fëanáro see you.

🎅 - a gift from her (Nerdanel will make you something special, just let her know your favorite color and share one thing or more about you).

❄ ·⊰ NOTES:

Have fun and enjoy.

Pretty aesthetic by @sorisooyaa as per usual :)

Please kindly reblog so more people can see. Spread the love and joy.

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sanisse · 2 years

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Feanor and 1?

man, we are really kicking this off with a bang. 😏

KINKTOBER.01 - EXHIBITIONISM/VOYEURISM - FËANOR X GN!READER

Spice level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 (pretty dang hot if I do say so myself)

Includes rough penetrative sex, but reader’s specific anatomy is not mentioned.

His breath is so hot in your ear as Fëanor takes the back of your neck with one large hand, and pins you right up against the nearest smooth wall of his forge.

“Door’s open,” you protest, though it’s half-hearted.

You can feel the smile that splits his face. He crowds up against you, grinding his clothed cock against your ass. “So?”

“So someone might see us.”

“Wouldn’t that be a privilege for them?” he purrs. Despite yourself, you moan. He snakes a hand between your body and the wall to touch you. “It is a beautiful thing, is it not? A sacred thing? To join our bodies into one alloy? Like iron,” he shoves his hips more forcefully into yours, “And copper. An act of subcreation which anyone would be fortunate to behold. You are so beautiful--”

It’s half choked, seeming to be an afterthought to the rest, as he fights past your clothes to push inside of you. His cock, just like the rest of him, is magnificent, but huge, almost too much, and he isn’t gentle. You don’t want him to be. You want him to claim you. To take you. To transform you the way he works his metals into masterworks.

You brace yourself on the wall with your hands, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He covers your hands with his own, and there you hang: surrendered.

“I wish someone could see us,” you manage, head lolling back against his shoulder. “Can you imagine? Letting them watch?”

“Yes,” Fëanor growls in your ear. “I would have them see the lines of your body, the shape of you, every muscle, every curve, every piece of you,” he wraps a hand loosely around your exposed neck, only stroking, like it’s a beloved piece of marble in his hands.

“Like sculpture,” you say, gasping with another particularly delicious thrust.

“Like sculpture,” he agrees, “With my artist’s mark--” and sinks his teeth into your shoulder hard enough to draw blood, fucking you faster, faster, faster. “They’d all know how you scream for me.”

You’re caught between the wall, his body, him surrounding you, covering you, inside of you, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. It’s lighting twisting up your spine. Each thrust like a hammerstroke.

“I’m going to--”

“Do it,” he commands, “Come. I want all of Tirion to hear you scream my name.”

It tips you right over the edge, his name on your lips. It doesn’t take long for him to follow.

#sanisse's kinktober 2022 #feanor #feanor x reader #feanor x you

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theelvenhaven · 11 months

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Dating Feanor

Having Body Dysmorphia

Request: So- if they're not already filled, could I ask for headcanons about how Feanor would be towards a reader who suffers from body dysmorphia? İt's been one hell of a ride for me, so I'd love to request that if you don't mind! (if that triggers anyone or you, it could also be ADD/ ADHD no problemo <3) Thank you for doing this ❤️ - @noldorinpainter

A/N: I was more than happy to do this request!

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♕ When you are dating Feanor, there's not a single doubt in his mind that you are one of the most singular perfect person in his life that he loves passionately.

♕ Everything about you, to him, is perfect- your looks, personality, your weight, height, physique- everything to him is perfect.

♕ If he thought any less of you, realistically Feanor probably wouldn't be in a relationship with you, he loves and cherishes all of you with a fiery passion.

♕ But unbeknownst to him, you can't possibly see yourself in the same light he does, especially when it comes to your physique and how your body looks.

♕ At first Feanor might not notice how you are mentally critiquing yourself when you look in the mirror.

♕ Because to you, in that mirror, you don't see what you actually look like as everything looks exaggerated and inflated compared to what you might really look like.

♕ But he starts to take notice when every time you get dressed how you might stare at yourself in the mirror with a serious look on your face, twisting and turning to look yourself over.

♕ It is your constant crestfallen expression that captures his attention, and he starts to hone in how critically you are looking at yourself.

♕ On the other hand as well, if you tend to avoid your reflection, Feanor will take a great interest in the fact that you seem to shy away from mirrors no matter what.

♕ Feanor doesn't understand where any of this is coming from, I mean he thinks you are the most beautiful thing to grace Eru's good green Earth.

♕ So the idea of you not feeling the same way about yourself is absolutely a foreign concept to him.

♕ Feanor will start to pry and ask why it is you may- 1. avoid the mirror or 2. why you look at yourself with such heavy criticism in the mirror.

♕ At first he especially doesn't understand your reluctance to tell him what it is that's going on with you, seeing as this is most definitely a private wave of emotions that you don't want to burden anyone else with.

♕ Let alone you don't want him to see all your flaws and imperfections when you start to point them all out to him, and in turn have him eventually reject you.

♕ But Feanor is a lot more stubborn and persistent than you and finally gets it out of you.

♕ When you tell Feanor what your problem is, he is genuinely shocked by your answer.

♕ He thinks you're absolutely perfect, so why don't you see yourself as such?

♕ So when you explain to him that it's a thing called body dysmorphia, it really needs explaining to him.

♕ Feanor listens very intently as you explain to him how it distorts how you see your body, and that usually it wears horribly on your self esteem.

♕ He is surprisingly patient as he listens, and asks questions about what you experience with your body dysmorphia.

♕ Feanor takes it upon himself to be the pillar of compliments and confidence now that he knows how you feel about yourself and what you see in yourself.

♕ When he catches you making that critical face and look again in the mirror, Feanor is quick to chastise you gently.

♕ But in a supportive "I love you and you're perfect" kind of way.

♕ "Vanimelda, there is no need for such self criticism that outfit compliments you and your body wonderfully."

♕ He's over all very sweet about it, even if he is mildly frustrated that you can't see yourself for what you are.

♕ Feanor supports you to the best of his ability, and doesn't care if his compliments get out of hand.

♕ He has no issue telling you exactly what it is that is on his mind about how you look to him.

♕ Which is perfect, he wouldn't dare think of you as anything less.

♕ You can expect that Feanor will also, in turn, lavish you with expensive and nice gifts of clothing that accentuate your figure and flatter you beautifully.

♕ He wants you to be able to look in the mirror and see how pretty you are, especially in the outfits that compliment you the best.

♕ Jewelry is absolutely no exception in this matter, he will make you the prettiest and best pieces for you to wear that will accentuate your beauty and he will tell you as to why he made it for you.

♕ Expect lots of time in front of the mirror with Feanor standing behind you and pointing out everything he finds perfect about you.

♕ He's very meticulous, and will go over everything.

♕ So no stone is left unturned and he doesn't skip out on any features about you that you feel are imperfect.

♕ Feanor jut wants you to see yourself the way he sees you and he will stop at nothing to make sure you eventually see yourself in the same light.

♕ He is absolutely relentless and he doesn't care if it embarrasses you at first.

♕ Feanor loves you and speaks with the utmost truth about how he feels about you and what he sees in you.

♕ He will make sure that you never doubt his words and what he sees in you, hoping to eventually sway you into self love too.

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What about headcanons of the Feanorians walking in on their S/O singing and dancing alone? 👀

characters feanorians x gn readers

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n here you are hun i hope you like it @eldritch-dad

warnings celegorm -lmao what do you expect? Some very light nswf for the others

FEANOR

With Feanor seeing you dancing and singing— he would take a seat and watch you. He would watch you intensely until you can FEEL that stare on you. If you turn into a flustered mess and stop, he would tease or even — "Oh— don't stop on my account, dearest. You looked rather divine." He would get and snake his arm around your waist slowly— so he gets to feel —and move you to the way he desires— your body would be fleshed up against his body— face inches apart and gaze into your eyes. He loves seeing you get all flustered and looking away as he holds you and dancing like this. He would ask you to sing the song again — and delights when you stutter sometimes — he loves he has this effect on you — even when it's just dancing.

PRE-ANGBAND MAEDHROS

When Mae walks into seeing you in your own world— humming a tune or singing to yourself and freely moving— for a second he'll forget how to breathe—you looked so beautiful and mesmerizing to him. He would lean against the door frame and just watch you for a few more minutes— then he would slowly make his way to you and gently take your hands in his hand from behind— pull your back against his front and sway the both of you to the beat of the song you're singing to, a little spin here or there— “You look breathtaking, my love. Let me join you. . .” — he would place a tender kiss on your hair or forehead and place your head on his chest.

MAGLOR

He’s all about class when it comes to singing or dancing — he would probably hear you first. Then— follow the sound of your voice, like you’re a siren and he’s your prey— but the second he sees you the roles get reversed. Maglor would creep up so quietly— he would surprise you a little. He’ll sing the same song— adding his own edge to it and then make you come into his arms— slowly like he’s putting you under a spell with his voice. It would be slow and almost magical they way you dance — he'll lead you into steps you never knew before and you won’t have to be afraid because he’s moving you - you would feel like you’re floating and he puts all the work into it. He won’t say anything- just sing and keeps eye contact with you throughout the dance.

CELEGORM

If you plan on getting caught singing or dancing by Celegorm — I wish you good luck and I hope you know what you’re getting yourself in to. When Celegorm sees you dancing and singing to yourself as if no ones watching— he’s going to have the biggest smirk on his face — watching you move and stretch — stirring his desires awake very easily. He would stalk over to you like predator and instantly pull you into his arms and keeping you pressed against him— hearing you yelp would only delight him turn him on further. “Looks like my kitten wants to dance. . . Hmm — I’ll show something more fun” - he would insist on you to keep singing as he starts kissing your neck — brutalizing it and running his hands over you sensually — miss a beat or mess up, he’ll tease you without mercy— except a few spanks too — the both of you either end up in bed or he takes you against the nearest wall — probably the latter.

CARANTHIR

Oh this baby —when he sees you dancing and singing alone, he would shyly stand near the door and watch you. You would need to coax him into dancing, he would say no and deny it several times, but pay no need, it’s all an act— it’s not something he always enjoyed because there’s a lot of closeness and touching involved that’s either too overwhelming— or he thinks it’s unnecessary. But the minute he holds you close and he started to understand why couples like to dance. Cara would pull you closer without thinking — expect him to blush a lot at this. He might grow a little stiff — but a single caressing touch or a little more singing can relax his muscles — slowly but surely he’ll start swaying you side to side. Poor Cara would die on the inside— if you decide to place your head on his chest. With Cara when it comes to dancing, everything is just slow and tender; he would breathe in your scent- it’s just the both of you dancing — alone, as if the rest of the world melted away.

CURUFIN

With Curufin, am afraid— you have to do most of the dancing by yourself. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it— he doesn’t like to be seen doing something so lovey dovey and look weak—even in front of you and it’s nothing productive either. Curufin would just like to watch you dance— maybe tap the rhythm. But if you keep insisting— pleading with him— he might or might not crack a little— depending on his mood and the type of day and take a few steps with you, but that would be it. Afterwards, he might even hold you or hold your hand, but nothing more - if he’s really feeling it - he might take the act to the bedroom - where things can get productive.

AMROD

For Amrod to see you dancing and singing — it would have to be in the evening or just before bed — a time when he's away from his schedule and has some free time. He would stand there — under the spell of your beauty — it would take him a moment to recover because you’re looking like an angel to him. Amrod would be there like — ‘Oh my Eru, that’s my lover!’ — like he can’t believe how lucky he is. You would have to turn around and tease him — for him to break free of the trance and run into your arms — he would instantly spin you around with him— “If you wanted to dance with me — you should have just said so.” — wink — oh he will try to turn this around— and make you a flustering mess — only fair he gets his revenge — time for him to hypnotize you.

ARMAS

When Amras sees you dancing and singing without him — he'll immediately run up and scoop you into his arms and spin you around —you wouldn't get the time to react, it happens all too quickly. One minute you're in your own world dancing alone to your own song, the next you're suddenly lifted off the ground and spun around. A lot of laughing and giggling — “We're dancing? — why didn't you tell me? I want to dance too!”

CELEBRIMBOR

Unlike his father — Celebrimbor would love to dance with you and isn't afraid to show it. He'll be a little shy — however. The last time he danced was years ago — when he was a little elfling standing on his mother's feet as she took careful gentle steps. When he seeing you on your own, like that — he dearly misses his mother, it reminds of how she used to sing and dance like there was no one else in the room. You have to slowly pull him towards you — take the first few steps until he learns to lead and dance with you — quietly humming to the song you're singing too. As shy as he is— he isn't afraid to pull you closer and rest his chin on the top of your head and step side to side swaying you gently — with all the chaos in his life you truly are his one source of peace and happiness.

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