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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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carmisse · 2 months

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Simarillion random moments pt 2

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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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silmotr · 4 months

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Bitsies of sketchies hope you can read my handwriting hehe

#silm #the silmarillion #tolkien #silmarillion #lotr fanart #glorfindel #feanor #maglor #tolkien elves #elves #Celebrian #Celebrate #Galleries #Teenage feanor is fun to always fun to draw 😄#feanorians #wtf did i just write #Celebrian (x celebrate)

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sotwk · 1 month

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hi! in the spirit of showing oc love, I was wondering if there's a particular oc you're looking forward to introducing to people in upcoming projects?

I'm tripping over myself to answer this Ask! (Thank you thank you thank you, Ace!)

May I please introduce two?

I've been shy about sharing these because they're not only Silmarillion OCs (I'm still intimidated by the Silm fandom, even though I have many lovely Mutuals from there, you included), they're OC WIVES of Silm Canons. Two of the most popular Silm canons. I'm pretty sure OC creators have been flogged for that.

But since you asked... onward with SotWK AU reveals and spoilers! The stories are tragic because that's the First Age for you!

Velcálë Vanandur

Wife of Maglor and grandmother of Elvenqueen Maereth (wife of Thranduil)

SotWK Fancast: Zendaya Coleman as Velcálë

Her name means "flame doer" in Quenya.

Velcálë had one child with Maglor, a daughter named Laurinwen, who was born and grew up in Tirion.

She was a Noldorin apprentice who served directly under Vána, and was thus given the prestigious epithet "Vanandur" (Servant of Vána).

She was a great tender of gardens, and her songs could cause plants to immediately flower or bear fruit.

Only out of love and devotion to Maglor did she decide to follow the Fëanorians in Exile, taking their daughter with them.

Velcálë was greatly affected by the violence of her kin and constantly homesick for Valinor. A lover of light and warmth, she suffered in the harsh lands where her family dwelt.

The toll of her heartbreak muted the strength and power she possessed in Valimar to nearly nothing, although she did her best to help sustain their people by cultivating the lands for limited-scale food production.

Because she tried to hold Maglor back from "necessary" violence and constantly made him question his commitment to the Oath, she was disliked by all of her brothers-in-law, except for Maedhros.

Velcálë was eventually slain in the battle of Dagor Bragollach when Himlad fell, leading to a permanent estrangement between Maglor and his daughter, Laurinwen.

Elemírë

Wife of Glorfindel and twin sister of Elenwë (wife of Turgon)

SotWK Fancast: Vanessa Kirby as Elemírë

Elemírë had a fierce warrior’s spirit, but violence of any kind was considered unbecoming by her family.

She joined the Exile because she did not want to be separated from her sister Elenwë, a gentle spirit whom she always sought to protect.

She was loved by her childhood friend, Glorfindel. Although she reciprocated his feelings, he was the more passionate and demonstrative one. Elemírë factored in Glorfindel's own decision to (reluctantly) join the Exile.

Elemírë nearly died trying to dive under the Grinding Ice to save her sister, but she was held back by Glorfindel. This embittered her heart towards him. Instead of following Turgon to Vinyamar (and eventually Gondolin), she decided to join Fingon’s people.

Over the course of the decades, she grew into a skilled cavalry rider, and was accepted into the ranks of Fingon. She became devoted to Fingon for personally mentoring and training her.

During the Long Peace, Glorfindel (who had missed and yearned for Elemírë all those years), sought permission from Turgon to leave Gondolin so he could seek her out.

He came to Hithlum reaffirming his love for her and seeking her hand in marriage. Elemírë would not say yes, but could not bring herself to refuse him either. Glorfindel committed to staying for as long as needed to convince her, and this courtship lasted for nearly half a century.

Eventually, Fingon himself encouraged Elemírë to realize and follow her true desires for peace and love. She betrothed herself to Glorfindel and returned to Gondolin with him.

The couple married and bore one child, a son named Ingwil.

As the Lady of the House of the Golden Flower, Elemírë was also one of its fiercest warriors. She fought alongside her husband for the first time in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad.

Elemírë died during the Fall of Gondolin, rescuing her son from an attacking fire drake, which she successfully slayed before perishing.

Thank you again for the ask @hobbitwrangler, and for encouraging my foray into the Silm fandom. I hope you (and anyone reading this) enjoy learning about these OC ladies! Maybe with the right amount of courage, time, and motivation, I may someday even write some actual one-shots including them!

For more SotWK AU headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

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#sotwk answers #ace reporter hobbitwrangler #sotwk oc #sotwk headcanon #glorfindel #maglor #silmarillion #tolkien #sotwk fancast #lord of the rings #maglor headcanon #maglor x oc #glorfindel headcanon #glorfindel x oc #the silmarillion #sotwk oc: elemire #sotwk oc: velcale #sotwk oc: maereth

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annoyinglandmagazine · 1 year

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The Great Finwean House party

‘Nolofinwe’s on the way home!!! The dinner at grandads just finished the lights are off at the banquet hall!’ Aegnor’s yell over the noise in the house made Turgon freeze from where he was fetching another bottle of wine. ‘Oh fuck,’ and they set into motion trying to sort out this situation before they all got disowned. The first thing to catch his attention was the presence of several wild animals including a fucking stag so Turgon went looking for Tyelko and his darling little sister. They were trying to wrestle a moose, because of course they were and Tyelko was wearing disturbingly little clothing, though that may be down to the game of strip poker he recalls Glorfindel initiating earlier. It could also be down to the fact that Tyelko is always naked by the end of these things whether there’s an explanation or not. This may take a while. Aegnor also decided to go looking for his sister first, he had been thinking about getting Finrod, but decided he’d prefer not to be scarred for life. Artanis seemed to be in the process of fighting Argon and Curufin at once, seemingly over a game of cards. She was winning. He tried to pull her back but was met with a knee in certain reproductive organs. It was kind of on him, Artanis was always an aggressive drunk and he was fairly certain everyone had had a minimum of three bottles by now.

He decided to take a tactical retreat, and went to find Nelyo instead. He was the responsible one, he’d be able to take charge. Anyway he was the only one with any sort of success record in dealing with the rest of the Feanorians. He should have been expecting it. Rule number 1 of Finwean house parties (aside from the obvious don’t tell anyones parents rules) was that you should leave Maedhros alone during the course of the event. And preferably until the next morning just in case. This was the only rule the Feanorians all followed at all times and for good reason. He walked into the room he’d seen Nelyo disappear into just after ‘knife throwing for heavy drinkers’ and immediately wanted to bleach his eyes out. Findekano and Maedhros both seemed pretty preoccupied and didn’t even seem to see him come him. He decided to just yell ‘Nolofinwe’s coming’ from the hallway. It had the desired effect and they came scrambling out moments later trying to drunkenly find all the clasps on their clothing. Maedhros went bright red when he saw Aegnor in the doorway and opened his mouth to explain but Aegnor cut him off, simply saying ‘just lock the damn door next time.’ The venture turned out not to have been a complete disaster because Maedhros did end up taking charge. He seemed to flip a switch and when he raised his voice the entire house stopped what they were doing. ‘Ok everyone you know the drill! Nolofinwe’s getting back here soon and if any of our parents find out even a fraction of what we were doing tonight they will never trust any of us alone again!’ he was impressively authoritative for someone who had very obviously just been getting a blowjob less than five minutes ago.‘Tyelko, Irisse, I swear to the Valar if you haven’t got all the animals out of the house in ten minutes….,’ Tyelko groaned ‘on it, on it.’ ‘Good, Artanis, let go of Curvo and help him wipe the blood off the table,’ Artanis gave him a glare and for a second Aegnor thought she might refuse, she was the only one that would ever dream of disobeying the eldest, but eventually she seemed to decide it wasn’t worth her while. ‘Moryo, put down the knife, I know Angrod’s a brat but there’s enough blood from the drinking games already, help me out here,’ Caranthir relented with one last threat to his cousin before moving to help clean up.

‘Maglor, please stop singing, they’ll be able to tell you’re here from a mile away, and Finrod!’ he yelled up the stairs now, ‘put your clothes back on!’ ‘How do you know what I’m doing?’ was the reply. ‘Well are you or the approximately two people in the room with you wearing clothes? No? Thought not. Get sorted the fuck out. Same goes for you Glorfindel! And Ecthelion I guess.’ and then with a look of horror Maedhros looked around frantically ‘No one invited the Ambarussa right?’ ‘No, of course not, we must preserve the innocents, what you think we’re fucking mental,’ was the general consensus. Maedhros breathed a sigh of relief ‘Alright everyone let’s get to work!’

With that they all scampered about, defying all logic and cleaning faster than they would have were they even remotely sober. These things were a base instinct at this point though, and there was no trace of any of it in half an hour. ‘Scatter!’ was the final yell from Tyelko, and they seemed to melt into the walls slipping out windows and back doors with one final word of ‘same time next month?��

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blankdblank · 11 months

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New Chapter is up

Thranduil x Therapist oc

Garlic & Clover - Falling to Middle Earth might have been the best thing that could have happened in your life after two devastating losses. Culture clashes and stubborn Dwarves however bring about a plan to escape with the help of the Elf King no less. Change and a share of histories and talents might find the King was very much in need of saving too.

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 -

#Thranduil x oc #thranduil #legolas #durins #tauriel #elrond #celeborn #feanoreans #meahdros #maglor #glorfindel #estel #the hobbit #fallen to middle earth

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polutrope · 8 months

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#version 2 is glorfindel so

👀 would the leave to Gondolin be a divorce or something?

Hi anon! (This is about Glorfindel being Maglor's spouse.) I shared some thoughts on this here.

Gondolin makes the divorce pretty official, yeah, but it's been rocky for a long while before that. Like since the exile of Feanor, Glorfindel being torn between the family of his spouse and the family of his cousin-like-a-sister (Elenwe in my headcanon) and friend (Turgon).

Also since I answered that ask above @ettelene has written a double drabble incorporating this hc.

#asks #anon #glorfindel x maglor #or... laurelaure #headcanons

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maglorslostsilmaril · 10 months

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5 Times the House of Finwe Fought + 1 Time They Didn’t (pt2)

The rest of the Ñoldor arrive in Beleriand expecting to find Fëanáro on the throne. Findekáno is not prepared to find Makalaurë instead.

read in on ao3 here!

Of course it was Findekáno’s least favorite Fëanorians who stood guarding the entrance to their main encampment. Guarding, though, was a loose term. Tyelkormo and Atarinkë stood virtually unarmed before them; likely they were more so awaiting the arrival of Nolofinwë and his party than doing any true guarding of anything.

“Aiya, Nolofinwë!” Atarinkë greeted, stepping forward to meet Findekáno’s father. He led their small campaign of himself, Findekáno, Findaráto and Laurefindil, the eldest (or second eldest, in Findekáno’s case) of their houses. “The actions of my father were meant to dissuade you from crossing the sea, but I see they have been in vain. What would you have with the House of Fëanáro?”

Laurefindil was nearly trembling with rage between Findaráto and Findekáno, for his other mother, wife of Findis, was Telerin and Vanya, but Nolofinwë remained calm. “I seek the counsel of my half-brother, High King Fëanáro.” He said. “For though there has been great grief between us in the past, have I not still crossed the ice to aid him in his battle against Morgoth?”

For a moment, a strange look somewhere between anger and sadness passed over the faces of both Fëanorians, but it was gone as quickly as it came, and Atarinkë sniffed haughtily. “I will bring you to the high king,” he told them, “but it is not your decision whether or not he will see you, and I’ll have you know that I would prefer he didn’t . Findekáno rolled his eyes and a wave of annoyance surged through him.

I know it’s all bluster, Findaráto whispered in his mind, but that doesn’t make me want to punch him any less. Findekáno silently agreed as they followed the brothers through the large barriers and into the camp. It was truly desolate compared to the splendor of Tirion; the buildings were small and unassuming, and the fellow ellons they saw as they wound through the camp looked rather tired and sad, so much unlike the eager crowds Fëanáro had roused in the Darkening. Eventually, they reached the largest building of the camp, three stories tall and the only building remotely the size of the ones Findekáno used to see in Tirion.

“This is the residence of the sons of Fëanáro,” Tyelkormo announced, swinging open one of the large oaken doors. “Morifinwë, fourth eldest, will take you to the High King.” Carnistir appeared from the shadows of the building and silently beckoned them inside, face stony. He said nothing as he led them through the dark halls of the makeshift fortress until they reached another pair of doors. Carnistir shot them another glare and then slipped inside. Findekáno could hear muffled speaking from inside, and then Carnistir reappeared and beckoned them into what Findekáno assumed to be the throne room.

It was a room maybe the size of Findekáno’s old bedroom, and around ten times less interesting. There was nothing in it except for a small dias at the far end of the room with a wooden throne atop it and a Fëanorian star carved into the wall above it. On the throne sat Makalaurë, with Ambarto and Ambarussa flanking either side of it. Ambarto was covered in what appeared to be burn scars, and Makalaurë looked deeply exhausted. Nolofinwë blinked, and Findekáno could feel the confusion radiating off of his father and cousins as well as himself. Beside him, Findekáno saw Laurefindil nearly hold Findaráto back as the other blonde fought not to rush up to Makalaurë’s side. Findekáno didn’t blame him; Laurefindil would have had to hold him back too, should Russandol be sitting there in front of him. Speaking of Maitimo…

“Where is Fëanáro?” His father asked. “Or Nelyafinwë? Even if the King is unavailable, I should like to at least speak with the Crown Prince.”

“The high king has been gracious enough to receive you,” Carnistir said blankly. “Whether or not you wish to see him is your choice.” Findekáno shared a look with his cousins, dread slowly replacing confusion as he looked back up at Makalaurë’s tired, grief-stricken face. Even if something happened to his uncle, Maitimo should have been on that throne.

“What do you mean?” Nolofinwë frowned. “Are both Fëanáro and-”

“ Fëanáro is dead. ” Makalaurë whispered, standing shakily from the throne. “My father was killed by valaraukar upon our arrival in Valariandë .” Every member of Nolofinwë’s campaign audibly gasped, sans Laurefindil who stared impassively up at Makalaurë. He felt like he’d been punched in the gut; everything he’d done was fueled by anger at his uncle and his love for Nelyafiwe and his friends in Valariandë , and now…Fëanáro, the everlasting figure who’d shaped his life with his actions for centuries was just…gone. Just like that. Findekáno didn’t even know if he felt sad or not. Fëanáro had been kind to him once, but Morgoth had twisted him, and taken all of the good aspects of him away.

“And…Nelyafinwë?” His father questioned, voice choked. Makalaurë looked away and the twins winced. Findekáno couldn’t tell if Carnistir had flinched or not. The dread was growing, along with preemptive fear for the fate of Nelyo, his Nelyo-

“Crown Prince Nelyafinwë was captured in a parley with Morgoth.” Makalaurë said tightly. “Though his true livelihood is unknown, it is…kinder to assume that he had been killed and resides with our father in the halls. As of right now, I am the high king of the Ñoldor.” Findekáno felt like he had the time Irisse had pulled a rug from underneath his feet; surprised and scared of the impact to come. That and sudden, all-consuming grief mixed with a healthy dose of anger. Anger at Morgoth for taking him, at Nelyafinwë for parley-ing with Morgoth, and at Makalaurë for leaving his brother in the hands of Morgoth!

“ Iluvatar,” Nolofinwë ran a shaking hand down the back of his head and Makalaurë stepped down from the dias to meet them, the twins just behind. “No attempt has been made to return the Crown Prince.” His jaw dropped. They just left him there! Just like that!

Makalaurë shook his head, an unidentifiable emotion on his face. “Not one member of Nelyafinwë’s party returned from Angband. It is too dangerous to go after him, and yet we are powerless to meet his demands for Nelyafinwë’s release. The way across the sea is closed to us. Our hands are tied; we can do nothing but hope Iluvatar will take pity on his fëa.” At Makalaurë’s words, Findekáno’s anger surged forward, overtaking even his overwhelming grief.

“What do you mean you haven’t gone after him!? ” He cried, pushing past his father to face Makalaurë head on. His cousin blanched, and Findekáno vaguely registered his father’s apologies over the roaring in his ears and the stinging tears in his eyes.

“You don’t understand, Findekáno, we don’t have the forces-”

“So Nelyo is only worth the forces it would take to save him?” he protested, jabbing Makalaurë in the chest. His cousins flinched. “He’s the crown prince of the Ñoldor, he’s your brother, he’s my-”

“It’s too dangerous, ” Makalaurë spat, turning back up the dias. “And Nelyo- and Nelyafinwë would agree with me, were he here.” In the corner of Findekáno’s eye his father nodded, and Findaráto stepped up to lay a hand on his shoulder.

“Kanafinwë is right,” his father said, stepping past Findekáno once more after Findaráto gently tugged his eldest back. “Forgive me, Kanafinwë , but this camp is clearly not in a position to withstand another loss, not one that could be prevented. You know that Nelyafinwë would agree, Findekáno; he would want us to grow stronger in the wake of his loss, not lose everything trying to make up for one ellon, no…no matter how much it hurts to leave him.”

“ No! ” he yelled, wrenching himself out of his cousin’s grasp. How could his father say such a thing? He had no doubts the lengths his father would go to had it been Anaire or himself or his siblings in the same situations. “No, you can’t pretend that this is over just like that! What is wrong with you, his family? How could you leave him behind like this?”

“I told you!” Makalaurë hissed, whirling around to face them once more. His brothers shifted uncomfortably, and Findekáno could feel Carnistir’s glare on his back as he trembled with anger. It was running through him like fire no matter what his father and cousin tried to smother it. “Nelyafinwë’s loss is a tragedy, but it is not one we can afford to dwell on, no matter-”

“ Can’t afford to dwell on? ” Findaráto asked. He laid another placating hand on Findekáno’s shoulder, dutifully ignoring how his seething cousin shrugged it off and placing it right back on his shoulder. “Laurë, please, he’s just grieving , and I know you are too. You don’t have to pretend it’s all in the past. Please, Laurë this isn’t a performance, you don’t have to act like you’ve moved on. ” Makalaurë looked pained as he gazed down at his (former?) lover.

“Please, let us focus on the matter at hand, Ingo. Nolofinwë, I assume you had concerns and queries before you knew of our, ah, losses, so maybe we can move on to that?” he deflected. “I assure you, this is for the good of our people-”

“Will you stop talking about moving on? ” Findekáno cried, smacking Findaráto’s hand away again. Anger was roaring through him, hot and burning; he couldn’t extinguish it if he tried. His lover, his Russ, in Angband, and no one was doing anything.

“Findekáno, please.” Nolofinwë warned. “I promise no one has forgotten about Nelyafinwë, but I think Kanafinwë is right, we have thousands of our scared, hungry and confused people a day's ride away and right here in this settlement. Don’t you think Nelyafinwë would want us to put their needs above the needs of one person?”

“Maitimo would help that one person and everyone else! My Russ would never leave anyone behind, he wouldn’t leave any of you behind!” Findekáno exclaimed, stalking up to where Makalaurë stood on the dias. The twins and Carnistir scooted closer as if to protect their older brother, but Makalaurë’s face hardened. “You’re all cowards, all of you, for leaving him behind! Cowards! What makes you think-”

“ Will you shut up!?” Makalaurë shouted, Song ringing through his cry. Findekáno toppled off the dias onto the floor at his father’s feet. He opened and closed his mouth, but not a sound would come out. “Findekáno, he told us not to come for him! He knew Morgoth might kill them, he wasn’t stupid. He knew he might not come back, and he knew that we’d lose even more trying, and so he told us to leave him behind should anything happen. He also told us to keep it a secret so that hate for Morgoth would only grow rather than make people think he led people into a parley for the silmarils knowing they could very well all die.”

“ No ,” Findekáno breathed. His voice was slowly returning as he scrambled up from the floor.

“ Yes!” his cousin exclaimed. “Do you think that I don’t miss my brother? That I don’t feel guilt over leaving him every second of every day, despite doing so on his direct orders, that I don’t care about everyone in this encampment saying the exact same things as you? I miss him every day, Finno, just as much as you! I know, you think it should be me instead, but you can’t change the fact that he’s gone, and I will not disregard the last orders of my brother just because you don’t think I care he’s gone!”

Makalaurë stood on the dias, chest heaving. Nobody spoke as the High King sank to his knees and dissolved into loud, wailing sobs. Findekáno didn’t know what he would say. It was so easy to be angry at Makalaurë, because at least his words would have some sort of effect; he could do nothing against the one who truly took his love, but now he found he couldn’t be angry at his cousin either. The twins rushed over and gently sat their brother back on the throne. Carnistir coughed from the side of the room, shooting Findekáno’s father a glance.

“I…ah…believe that this meeting is over.” Nolofinwë grimaced, pulling him away from the dias. “We can reconvene tomorrow if you please, my king.” Makalaurë sniffed and waved them away, and Findekáno despondently followed his father and cousin from the throne room. His voice had returned from Makalaurë’s command, but now that his anger had gone his grief was so heavy that it took his words from him all over again.

The only reason he’d come to Valariandë was to stay with Nelyafinwë. Thirty years across the ice full of pain, grief and despair later, he’d arrived in Valariandë only to find yet another loved one dead, and this time it was the one Findekáno cared about more than anything.

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doodle-pops · 5 months

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Puppy Love

A/N: A little bit of fluff for the holidays :)

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“Hey, where are you looking? Keep your eyes on me,” he whispered, his lips hovering just above yours, his voice commanding and gentle all at once.

You couldn’t deny that you had a tendency to avoid making eye contact with him. It was an intense experience that never failed to make you feel flustered. He had noticed this quirk of yours and took every opportunity to lock his gaze with yours, just to watch you stumble over your words and witness the bashful expression that would invariably spread across your cheeks. He found it endearing, and it became something of a playful game between you two.

His fingers reached out to pinch your cheeks between his larger hands, playfully squishing them together. He made it his mission to help you learn to maintain eye contact, but the task proved to be a challenge. So, he resorted to another tactic.

Peering at you from beneath his long lashes, his eyes took on a darker shade, focusing intensely on you. You felt the sensation of his gaze like a physical weight, and you bit your lip to resist the urge to look away. His hand on your chin held your head firmly in place, but despite his efforts, you blinked rapidly, trying to alleviate the intensity building inside you.

He couldn’t help but grin victoriously as he observed your struggle. “Eye on me, stars,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and mischief.

You gulped, aware that you were teetering on the edge of surrender. You longed to wipe that triumphant smirk off his face. For five more seconds, you held your gaze, determined not to give in. But eventually, you shifted your vision elsewhere, and he chuckled, releasing his hold on your chin.

Throwing his head back, he howled with laughter into the night sky, leaving you scowling in his direction, albeit under your breath. “I win. That last piece of cake is mine. I told you, you couldn’t beat me,” he declared, reaching for the final slice of marble cake and sliding the plate toward him.

“Whatever. It’s not my fault you have such beautiful eyes,” you grumbled, pausing midway through your disappointment to glance at him.

“Oh, come on. Didn’t you want to win the cake? I’m offering to share. Just one bite…” His smile widened as he enjoyed your sullen demeanour. He knew you wouldn’t stay like this for long; you just needed a little incentive.

His eyes flicked over to your sullen expression and pouting lips, and he couldn’t help but smile. Turning in his seat, he cut a small portion of his cake and wiggled the fork towards you. “Say ah…” He held a fork with a piece of cake poised before your lips.

Still sulking, you turned your head in the opposite direction, unwilling to share in his victory cake.

Setting the plate aside, he rested his hands on either side of your chair and leaned in to kiss your cheek. The moment his lips met your skin, you turned your head in disgust, prompting him to move to your lips. You squealed in protest, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. Your hands came up to cover your mouth, but he was undeterred. His hands moved to tickle your sides, causing your hands to drop and allowing his mouth to claim yours for a swift kiss.

“Are you done sulking, love, or are you going to pout some more because my eyes are beautiful?” he teased.

“As a matter of fact, yes, I have,” you replied, a mischievous glint in your eye, “but now I’m ready to beat you for good.” With that, you launched out of your seat, chasing him through the backyard of his parents’ house. The sound of your laughter filled the air, a joyful chorus that reached the ears of his parents, who sat nearby, smiling at the happiness their son had found.

Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Amras, Amrod, Fingon, Argon, Finarfin, Finrod, Aegnor, Glorfindel, Galdor, Egalmoth, Beleg, Elladan

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fellowshipofthefics · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Erestor/Glorfindel (Tolkien) Characters: Erestor (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Original Characters, Elrond Peredhel (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Scribbles & Drabbles: A Fall for Tolkien Event, Adoption, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Arguing, we found a baby and everyone wants it, Erestor son of Caranthir Summary:

A group of Elves from Imladris comes across an elfling in need of a parent. Everyone wants the baby - who will get to adopt it?

#the silmarillion #the silm #erestor #glorfindel #erestor x glorfindel #silm fic #maglor-my-beloved

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aeonianarchives · 1 year

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Mistletoe (Faeron x Valkor)

Summery: Winter in Imladris is always Interesting from the winter markets it has to the pranks of the twins and snow and the traditions of men it follows.

A/n: 3/3 misletoe fics

Taglist: @aetherofthepen, @eunoiaastralwings

Elrond poured out the warm drinks the first snow was starting to fall in Imladris the market was beginning to be put up by the guard and the stall owners were stetting out their wears as their stalls finished being put up, Glorfindel walked into the room warming his hands "The temptuer has certainly dropped a great deal" he said taking the warm drink Elrond offered

"Faeron has been out their since before dawn and still hasn't come inside I wonder what he could possibly be doing and how he is not freezing terribly" Glorfindel said

"Don't touch me you are freezing" Erestor said pushing the blonde lord off

"Faeron said he was going to get his present for Elrond if he could find it" Valkor said

"Elladan what are you doing" Arwen questioned her brother

"Faeron always stands leaning on the doorframe, what better way to get him a kiss than putting mistletoe over him" Elladan said

"And bingo my gift is Valkor" the ellon grinned

"You could wrap him in ribbon" Glorfindel said

"No one is wrapping me in ribbon, we are not pulling the Elrond -Celebrián thing again" Valkor said

"I found him, he's a sad soggy cat" Faeron said pushing a raven haired man in

"i got back sometime ago Glorf I was just cleaning this one up" Faeron said

"You found your brother" Valkor said Faeron nodded as he leaned on the door frame as Elladan predicted the ellon in questioned grinned and pushed Valkor to him

"Do it, he's stood under it" Elladan said

"Do what" Faeron said

"Look up" Valkor said

"Oh" Faeron said before kissing Valkor

"I will leave this family reunion" Glorfindel said

"You are family you are courting Erestor" Faeron said pushing the blond back and letting Lindir out

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sotwk · 3 months

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I was wondering who are your fancasts for your headcanon world?

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Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

Am I right in guessing that your question was prompted by my reblog of your reblog of Charlie Hunnam's gif set? XD

Because if so, I will just say that I am very excited to have selected Charlie as my fancast for Théodred of Rohan! (Excited because I hope to start writing chapters of my Eomer x OC fic soon, which actually co-stars dear Théodred.)

I have a growing fancast list for the SotWK AU! I still need to get around to making an official and complete list, but since you seem curious, here is majority of what I have so far.

Apart from Reader Insert stories I write in response to requests, all fics and characters I create are grounded in the SotWK AU, so these characters exist consistently across and crossover between my stories.

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

Darthol (Gelir's birth-mate) - Dan Stevens

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen

Nimeithel (oc cousin of Celebrían & mother of Itarildë) - Rebecca Ferguson

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

Elemírë (oc wife of Glorfindel & sister of Elenwë) - Vanessa Kirby

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

Eärondir (oc son of Círdan & father of Maereth) - Alexander Skarsgard

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

Signyr (oc shield-maiden & Éomer's love interest) - Katheryn Winnick

Léodor (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Chris Hemsworth

Héothain (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Will Poulter

Haradrim

to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

YUP. I almost didn't want to insert that little spoiler of my upcoming fic, but I'm just too excited about fancasting the widely adored Pedro Pascal in my AU. It will be one heck of a character, too! I am SO VERY excited to create Harad OCs (Pedro's will be the main one)!

Thank you for the Ask! Although this list is still messy and incomplete, answering it puts me one step closer to getting an official fancast list done! :)

Just tagging people whom I think/hope might be interested in this:

@hobbitwrangler @scyllas-revenge @ass-deep-in-demons @emmanuellececchi @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @konartiste @hippodameia @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @achromaticerebus @aduialel @asianbutnotjapanese @entishramblings @heilith @ladyweaslette @laneynoir @quillofspirit @stormchaser819 @g-m-kaye @mirra-kan @alwayssevvy @marsharmonicorchestra @laurfilijames @coopsgirl @jane0error @jezzibee @lathalea @cuarthol