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theelvenhaven · 11 months
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Kissing the Elves
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Oropher
Oropher's kisses are firm and confident, his lips melding with yours in a controlled and calculating manner. His hand comes to rest under your hair and at the nape of your neck so he can draw you in closer. He tastes lightly of sugar and peaches, and his lips are petal soft against yours despite their firmness.
Thranduil
Thranduil's lips press to yours with fervor and passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth, curling around yours. He is demanding and domineering, and tastes of the finest Dorwinion wine- sweet and bitter. His hand holds your chin firmly in place as he kisses you, demanding you in full and to only be distracted by him.
Legolas
Legolas' kisses are tender and sweet, his lips always moving feather like against yours. Always so gentle and careful as he holds your face, thumbs lovingly stroking your cheeks, his lips pressing softly into yours. He takes his time to kiss you, wanting to savor the way you feel against him.
Meludir
Meludir's kisses always have an air of playfulness to them, his lips pressing against yours lightly and then firmly. Teeth nipping at your bottom lip to pull soft gasps and giggles from you, he's always smiling into the kiss and his hands rest on your hips. Pulling you into him and swaying along with you.
Feren
He may come off as dutiful and maybe even a little stern but when it comes to kissing you, Feren makes sure to take his sweet time especially if you two are in private. He's not afraid to kiss you sweetly, slowly melding his lips against yours, making sure to be gentle and make sure you know that he loves you.
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edensrose · 11 months
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─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ day six : doom
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖    námo⠀〳 reader⠀  ❜࿔ 
· ⊰ synopsis. death is his domain, and yet námo finds himself slipping when he sees a vision of your demise ( angst ៸៸ death ៸៸ war themes )
· ⊰ notes. I am. . . not okay and now neither will any of y'all be <3
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He has seen death ample times in his millennia’s worth of existence.
He has witnessed the grief and wallowing of thousands of souls that enter his halls.
He has even found beauty in it. Death, that is. The release of responsibilities. The fierce, icy grip that would soon lead to peace.
He admired it, he envied it.
And yet. . . The day that Námo perceived your final moments, he found himself unable to function. Unable to speak, eat, sleep.
Countless times has he seen death, and yet nothing shook him more to his core than the sight of you laying there on the battlefield. Your body painted with crimson and your eyes shut. That beautiful face of yours so serene despite the wounds that littered your fána. For a moment, he may have considered the possibility of you simply lost in slumber, if it were not for the scene of chaos that carried on around you.
That is what his world had become, chaos. The realisation that he could not protect you broke him in several ways. He knew that this was unstoppable. He knew that this was fate. But what the Vala also knew is that this was cruelty in its finest. For The One to have shown him such horrible imageries — of the person he holds dear no less. . .
Námo was in a state. To know that your end would not be a peaceful send off. You would pass away in the heat of battle, the day of Dagor Dagorath. He will witness your death and yet, despite all his power and might he will not be able to reach you.
For the first time in his entire existence, he wished to listen to the whispers. To defy the very law by which Eru governs. To escape the loop. To break the will. The sight of you laying there on the ground was simply too much to bear.
It keeps him awake for weeks.
Months.
And worst of all? He finds himself drawing away from you. For whenever he sees your face, images of that fateful day to come plague his very eyes. He cannot move, cannot speak. He is ill with anxiety. Choking on the bitter reality.
He shuts you out.
He shuts you out, and there is nothing you can do about it.
Even when his mind screams at him. Reminds him that this is the route that his Creator has set out for him, he still continues. He isolates himself from you. Like a puppet on the strings he obeys and is pulled in the direction of this unwarranted fate.
It matters not how much he tries to fight it. Nor how much he wishes to scream until his lungs pour with crimson as he curses the name he has only ever known as holy.
And it is not until you are lying there on that battlefield. Peaceful amongst the chaos. Unaware of his wailing agony and his desperation to get to you. To scoop you up in his arms and savour your warmth. To whisper into your hair and kiss your lips one final time
It is only then that he truly realises the meaning of the word doom.
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midearthwritings · 2 years
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I have the whole next week off work, so it's time to drop your requests in my askbox!!
Fandoms I write for are: The Hobbit, LOTR, The Almighty Johnsons, Being Human UK, Poldark, The Good Doctor...
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miriel-estelwen · 2 years
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"𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦! 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩!"
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Hello. I hope you are safe and doing great!
I really love your last self-indulgent Russingon ficlet. Its really unique and refreshing to see Fingon in such a distressed and somewhat lost and weak state, since we always see him as the strong and stable one of the two in russingon fics..
I like how even then he wouldnt consciously wake Maedhros himself, but prefers to deal with that all by himself and wait quietly untill the ordeal ends, he knew how that might affect Maedhros and bring back dark memories..
I also like how Maedhros makes every effort to help Fingon and slowly bring him back to reality, he racks his mind for whatever Fingon is used to do to him when he is experiencing such a thing and does it to Fingon. He does his best to make Fingon feel safe and comfortable.
I always headcanon that they really had some moments like this, where Fingon lets his strong facade down and allows himself (even if sub-consciously) to be vulnerable and weak, and then Maedhros takes the caregiving role and just be there for Fingon, just like Fingon is always there for him.
This is so sweet and touching, i really really love this 🖤
You know I've been reading and rereading this ask for the entire day. I didn't expect it at all, and I'm so overjoyed and overwhelmed that you liked that story enough to send this.
So. Hello and thank you so much for this <3
Full disclosure: a lot of my fics in general and this ficlet in particular are written as an attempt to make myself feel better when I don't, so they are written for myself essentially. That's why I'm always a little surprised and super happy when they resonate with people.
As for the slight role reversal here, well, you can't always be strong and stable, can you? You can't always be there for others without letting someone be there for you. You can't always bottle up your own pain to comfort others. Especially if you have crossed an icy hell and then have gone to Angband where you were more than ready to die.
Well, I mean you can, and Fingon definitely tried, but it's not healthy at all. Fingon was unlucky (or rather very very lucky) and Maedhros was there to witness the cracks he had been trying to hide.
I agree with your hc. For a relationship to work, they both have to be there for each other, and I'm sure that they were.
Thanks again for the ask. I'm really glad you liked the fic <3
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fizzyxcustard · 3 years
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😊😁😆😍🤩💞
Love you, Sis ♡
I love you too, sweetheart.
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moony-artnstuff · 2 years
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Happy valentine's day!
A happy valentine's day to all my mutuals and everyone else who sees this!💕💖
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outofangband · 3 years
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three dark little drabbles I couldn’t get out of my head
CW: blanket Angband warning for imprisonment/captivity, individual warnings before second and third 
Interconnected begetting day drabbles
Please feel free to reblog! I’m actually proud of these! and as always feel free to message me if you want to read my uncensored versions of things until I’m comfortable posting them again!
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The Vala wore an expression of mock thoughtfulness under the harsh light of the crown. Long fingers poised together as He considered his captive.
“Perhaps you speak truthfully, Nelyafinwë. Perhaps we might make a fresh attempt.”
“I am not so foolish nor arrogant as to believe I might barter with the Lord of lies.” He spits out the words before he can lose his nerve.
“Barter?” The Dark Lord tilted His head in an unnervingly innocent gesture, “What might you offer me, dear one? Information you will withhold right up until I prize it from thine own unwilling lips? We need not revisit that little discussion so soon.” 
“Then what is it you want?” Maedhros asks hoarsely.
The Moringotto actually smiles at him.
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CW: implied sexual assault
“Maitimo, Maitimo…” the Dark Lord spoke in something of a song and the song pierced him with dread as his mind fought to reconcile the soft lilted words with the ancient being looming above him, “Look to me, pretty Maitimo.”
Maitimo’s only managed response was a sharp intake of breath at the next sensation. He had not opened his eyes since the Vala had first laid hand to him this day. What had felt as cowardice to him had instead been taken for defiance though his Enemy’s mood allowed this to be met with teasing touches rather than pain. As though he would not have gladly taken pain a thousand times over before this. 
 A god should have no need for this.
“Wilt thou attempt to hide thy pretty face for the entirety of our joining, little jewel?” Something tickles one tattered ear though he could have sworn the demon’s face was closer to his other side. 
It mattered not what he attempted, he was lain utterly bare here. 
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CW: aftermath of torture, humiliation 
“A joyous Begetting Day to you, Maitimo,” Mairon smirked as his long nails caressed the face of the trembling prisoner, feeling the muscles of his jaw tense underneath his fingers as he tried to pull away.
“Now, now,” the Maia chided lightly, turning to his master with mock offense, “Tis not polite to refuse the well wishes of one as important as I? I had heard such tales of the diplomatic tongues of Noldorin kings.”
“You must forgive Nelyafinwë here, Mairon.” The Vala reclined upon his throne, one hand casually gripping the back of his trophy’s head, “He has had quite a taxing day so far, have you not, little one?”
The elf’s eyes were bright with tears yet unshed, the shock of the previous hours had not left him. He gave a weak shudder at being addressed by the Dark Lord but did not answer.
“Whatever did you do to him, My Lord?” Maitimo is vaguely aware that the Lieutenant is speaking again, light and cold like the prance of a cat, “He is ever so confused. Nearly unresponsive. I do wonder...” 
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theelvenhaven · 10 months
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Lazy Mornings with Haldir
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Request:  Lazy mornings with Haldir?
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- When it comes to having a lazy morning with Haldir you are going to find that they are far and few between when you can actually have them, being a Marchwarden comes with a lot of responsibility. 
- Usually that responsibility is all tied into waking up early or being gone for long periods of time. 
- When he is home and waking up in the morning, it is hard to pin down Haldir for a lazy cuddly morning as he is ready to go out to the training or maybe even hunting with his brothers and he’s one for routine.
- So having a lazy morning is a little lost on Haldir and the idea won’t at all come to him, it will take you having to initiate for you to get your lazy morning. 
- As long as serious things aren’t having to take place, like readying to leave Lothlorien for his duties, you will find that he will be more receptive to a lazy morning with you. 
- Well it will take you asking a few times before he relents. 
- Haldir is a sucker for you, so don’t be fooled into thinking he doesn’t want to spend time with you. 
- He’ll feign halfheartedly about how he needs to go, while hesitating to dress and get ready to leave for the day and off to his routine but at another asking of him to stay, he does. 
- When you pat the bed, Haldir is quick to climb back into it next to you before you cuddle up to him and he wraps an arm around your shoulder and his desire to continue his routine is stamped out. 
- Haldir holds you close, but is wide awake but will happily hold you while you drift off back to sleep, resting his eyes while you two lay there together. 
- If you don’t drift back off to sleep, Haldir will enjoy the groggy chatter that you indulge him in, giving you his thoughts in return. 
- In your lazy morning that you spend together, Haldir will eventually drag you out of bed, far to restless to continue laying there for so long, bringing you out to the kitchens.
- There he will begin to cook breakfast, and you re welcome to join him in cooking or you can be there just to keep him company, either way, Haldir will be happy to have your company alongside him. 
- When breakfast is made, he serves it to you with you both lounging on the couch so you can enjoy your breakfast together. 
- He takes the time to talk about the happenings of the world, especially if you are so secluded from them. 
- Haldir loves the way your face lights up, the way you ask him questions full of curiousity about what it is he has heard through out the realms. 
- He also takes the time to ask you about the things he might be missing out on when he isn’t there with you- things about your day, things you’ve heard throughout Lothlorien, the things you’ve done. 
- Haldir tries to be as involved as possible while you two lounge together and eat breakfast, even when your plates are empty he only brings you over to cuddle him while he listens to you talk about everything under the sun. 
- When the day finally starts where he can get up for the day, Haldir is hesitant to leave your side and ready for his day. 
- But greatly has he enjoyed the time that you two shared together and you will be finding yourself having lazy mornings far more often shared between the two of you. 
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theelvenhaven · 9 months
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Going on a Date with Erestor
Picnic Date
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Request: I love your blog and I hope you're doing OK ���
I was wondering if we could get either something for Erestor! Either dating headcanons, or maybe a fic about him taking reader on picnic when reader has been a shut in and misses the outdoors ? No worries if not! I love your writing!
A/N: Hey anon! I am so happy to hear that you love my blog! And I am doing ok! :) I was happy to do something for Erestor! He's so underrated!
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▸ When you've been shut in for a long time with work, Erestor definitely takes notice of it and keeps it at the forefront of his mind.
▸ He knows how hard you've been working and how much stress it has been causing you, understanding fully being a workaholic himself.
▸ He also knows that means that you both haven't been spending hardly any time with one another, and have been busy in your own world, like two ships passing one another in the night.
▸ Erestor can be romantic, and opts to pencil out some time to be able to spend with you- no work or messengers. Just the two of you.
▸ Since you've been shut inside so much, Erestor opts to take the date outside seeing as you've both seen enough of the inside of four walls surrounding you.
▸ He's a planner, so Erestor would tell you ahead of time that you are taking x time off and "we are going on a picnic."
▸ He also takes the time to make sure that the kitchens prepare a meal that you two will enjoy but be easy to transport outside so there's minimal mess.
▸ Erestor doesn't give you the opportunity to try and back out of the date, no matter how "important" the work may be.
▸ Erestor would've taken the time to have spoken to Elrond about this, that way there'd be no more work piled on your shoulders and you could go out on this date with Erestor.
▸ And Glorfindel would've suggested the perfect spot to Erestor about where to have this picnic.
▸ When you go out on this picnic with Erestor he would've brought somethings for you to do- like reading or sketching or writing if thats what you prefer.
▸ Erestor wants you to be able to relax and enjoy the time that you're spending with him even if it is just some parallel play.
▸ He listens and converses with you about what's been going on with work, wanting to catch up with you after so much time apart.
▸ He's very attentive to what you have to tell him and gives you his honest feedback about your work or any other information you might have to add.
▸ Though one thing he is adamant about is you not pushing yourself so hard that you forget to take care of yourself, and he gently chastises you for neglecting yourself and getting so caught up in you work.
▸ Which is ironic coming from him.
▸ But he doesn't dwell too much on work and its stresses shifting the conversation to something he knows you will want to talk about like a hobby or an interest you have.
▸ He loves to see the way you light up when you are speaking about something you are passionate about.
▸ The two of you could easily forget all the food that you've brought with you, in favor of just talking between the two of you.
▸ All in all the two of you spend hours out on your picnic enjoying your uninterrupted time together and being able to indulge in one another.
▸ Erestor definitely is relieved to see how your mood has improved and is happy to have shared such a sweet moment with you, and he doesn't let it get away from him too long ever again.
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theelvenhaven · 1 year
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Protective Ecthelion
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Request: Protective Ecthelion as a request!!!! He’d make such a great protector high key— And plus I bet it feels heavenly to be in his strong arms 😍 He’d make you feel so safe, you’re his baby lol. 
A/N: Absolutely! I was happy to do this for you! I hope you enjoy anon! :)
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⫸ Ecthelion is a very responsible and logical elf, always unafraid to take charge and make sure things go smoothly and accordingly.
⫸ Everything he does is methodically planned out and Ecthelion isn’t afraid to shoulder any extra responsibility especially when that responsibility pertains to you.
⫸ You’ll find that despite all the logical things he does, when it comes to you, Ecthelion is pretty protective over you. 
⫸ Even if it might be illogical, considering you live in a very comfortable and safe space such as Gondolin. 
⫸ But before Gondolin, Ecthelion worried constantly about you going off and doing things without him, as he feared that something bad would happen to you.
⫸ So Ecthelion, not taking no for an answer, taught you how to both wield a knife and a sword.
⫸ Sword first seeing as he wanted you to be able to fight off opponents that might be bigger and more scary than you would even want to try and imagine- like Orcs in the event you run into them on your outings outside of Nevrast.
⫸ When Ecthelion was able to go with you ever was he on watch, listening to everything attentively, watching your surroundings and keeping close to you so he could be right there to keep you safe.
⫸ Though there have been times the two of you have gotten caught in an attack, and Ecthelion was quick to step in front of you and shield you from the harm that was coming right at you both.
⫸ It took him no time to dispatch those who intended to harm you, before he brought you into his arms in the aftermath to hold you close and console you.
⫸ When you two get to Gondolin, despite it’s safety Ecthelion still worries on occasion that something bad could happen to you despite knowing that you are safe and sound in it’s walls. 
⫸ He knows it is illogical, but he doesn’t relent on those feelings, simply masking them from any prying eyes and keeping it to himself.
⫸ Ecthelion, because he’s so protective over you, doesn’t do well with the rumors or ill spoken words aimed at you even if they seem harmful. 
⫸ First he will try and get to the bottom of these things and find out whose been saying such crushing words. 
⫸ He grows very stern as he hears these things from others no responsible for starting them, and advises them that it would be in their best interest to refrain from continuing to spread such lies and rumors to be hateful.
⫸ It’s not often that Ecthelion gets so stern, so when he does its enough to keep wagging tongues stilled and not keep on their gossiping.
⫸ When he finds the person that has been causing all the trouble, Ecthelion makes sure to reprimand them strongly with the promise of exposing them would be imminent if they refused to stop.
⫸ He’s an ellon true to his word and is happy to dole out his threat the moment it is broken.
⫸ You’ll always be safe and protected when you are with Ecthelion, no matter what it is that you might facing; whether it’s an orc or the ill words.
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theelvenhaven · 8 months
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Dating Rog
As a Human & Celebrating the Summer Solstice
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A/N: A special request from @nerdysimpy <;3
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♕ When it comes to nature celebrations, the elves are certainly no strangers to them, including Rog.
♕ Though the human way of celebrating the Summer Solstice is completely lost on him.
♕ So when you first tell him about what it is you do for the Summer Solstice, Rog's curiosity is peaked and he is very interested in doing things the way you do them.
♕ Rog values putting in effort to make sure that your culture doesn't get left behind and forgotten in the world of Elves that you now live amongst.
♕ He asks you a lot of questions about Summer Solstice and how it is you celebrate the holiday.
♕ As you explain it to him, Rog is more than happy to get amped up and excited to do things your way instead of it being a quiet affair.
♕ Rog will of course go to the King with news of your festivities though he'd prefer to keep things private between the two of you and any of the few elves in his House who may take interest.
♕ It is not because King Turgon will disapprove, it is mostly to get the word out that you are celebrating a holiday from your culture so you aren't rudely interrupted.
♕ When the day of the Solstice comes, Rog gets just as excited as you asking what the first thing it is that you should do.
♕ Because you are human, your concept of the Valar differ from Rog's knowledge so you explain to him how traditionally this is a time where altars and offerings are set up.
♕ While it seems strange to him, nonetheless he works with you making a space to set up an Altar, and listening to you go through your prayers as you set up your offerings on the Altar.
♕ Rog is right there with you handing you things, and offering prayers of his own alongside you really getting into the festive spirit of ritual and celebration.
♕ With your Altar, offerings and prayers prepared, you move onto the next task that might seem more ritualistic and that is water work and eventually fire work as well.
♕ Rog will have made sure that you can go around and spend your time outside blessing the waters, and that a place for a bonfire can be held.
♕ Though Rog will be thrilled to know that one of the more fun practices of your Summer Solstice celebration is swimming and he will encourage his House staff to participate and enjoy themselves too.
♕ He loves how carefree yet important the Holiday is to you and in how you celebrate it.
♕ When it comes time to set up the bonfire, Rog would have made sure that everyone was prepared to have something made and brought to the tables he set up out there.
♕ Before letting you ceremoniously light up your bonfire with a cheering crowd from those in the House.
♕ Lively music will be played as he remembers you telling him about the revelry portion of the celebration.
♕ With outdoor games that you would've told him about that you did in your childhood.
♕ Even if that means it was just a simple game of tag or hide and seek, the fun would still be had amongst nerri and nissi.
♕ What he finds to be the most fun is the dancing around the bonfire with you, the heat reminds him of the forge yet he can be more carefree- to a degree- around this massive bonfire.
♕ Rog will sing with you all the songs you taught him, and teach it to the other elves who will catch on quick and sing along with you and the Lord of the house.
♕ His House will have come alive with other elves who are more than willing to indulge in your culture and celebrations as you guys spend it out enjoying a beautiful summer day and evening.
♕ As the celebration doesn't end until it's well into the next morning
♕ Either way Rog will make sure to make it a memorable experience for you both, and so you can enjoy your culture in your new elven home.
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theelvenhaven · 10 months
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Jealous Ecthelion
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Request: May I request a Jealous!Ecthelion? Maybe Reader has been talking about someone she kinda admires and he gets the green eyes 👀💚 of envy. He thought he was your No. 1 :(((
A/N: I wasn't quite sure if this was supposed to be a fic or a set of headcanons but I made it into headcanons.
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⫸ Ecthelion likes to think of himself as someone who isn't capable of getting jealous, and is often times proud of that fact because he trusts you so deeply.
⫸ So when it comes to you speaking about people you admire, Ecthelion usually takes things in stride and doesn't jump to conclusions.
⫸ He enjoys listening to you rave about your favorite whomever- friend, author, artist, etc. that you have had the chance to meet and spend time with.
⫸ If anything he will usually contribute to the conversation, keeping it going until you have spoken about it til your heart is positively content with all that you wanted to say.
⫸ So when you come to Ecthelion one day talking about how you really like another Lord in the Houses of Gondolin, Ecthelion feels a little pang of jealousy strike him right in the chest.
⫸ At first he just ignores it and tries to just focus on listening to you talk about it, because clearly this conversation and admiration you have for this Lord are harmless... right?
⫸ But the more he listens to you speak, the more jealous he becomes.
⫸ Ecthelion knows it is entirely irrational that he is feeling this way about the Lord you are speaking of, I mean you two have a romantic relationship why would he need to worry? Right?
⫸ But when he realizes that you aren't going to stop talking about the Lord you have suddenly come to admire it only serves to make him positively green with envy.
⫸ Ecthelion grows surprisingly short with you about who you are talking about and doesn't take the time to indulge you in questions to keep the conversation going.
⫸ It doesn't take long for you to catch onto the fact that something is wrong seeing as he isn't indulging you like he usually would when you come to him about someone you admire.
⫸ When you ask him what the matter is and if you've done something wrong, Ecthelion plays it off pretty heavily, trying not to clue you into the fact that he's jealous.
⫸ But when you keep pressing he becomes short with you again, not wishing to confess to you that he's jealous of you speaking about another Lord.
⫸ It is only then are you able to put two and two together and realize that he's jealous of whom you are speaking about.
⫸ When you confront him, Ecthelion doesn't confirm nor deny that he's jealous, instead for a long moment he sits in quiet mulling over the fact that, yes he is indeed jealous.
⫸ It is only after a long moment of silence that he tells you that he's jealous hearing you talk about that Lord with such praise and admiration.
⫸ It comes as a shock seeing as he doesn't usually get jealous of anyone that you speak about otherwise.
⫸ When you offer him reassurance that he's the only for you and the only one who has your heart it certainly offers to act as a soothing balm.
⫸ Ecthelion is certainly glad to hear from you that you admire him too and that you love him.
⫸ With a few kisses to spare and holding his hand, it certainly simmers down the jealousy and Ecthelion apologizes to you for behaving the way he did and explains that it was unbecoming of him.
⫸ You simply take it in stride and accept his apology and hope to offer him reassurance again if he ever needs it.
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─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ day seven : dance
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖   manwë ⠀〳 reader⠀  ❜࿔ 
· ⊰ synopsis. the elder king finds himself enthralled by the sight of you during a banquet
· ⊰ notes. this man makes me so soft
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He inhales, yet feels nothing. No ease, no soothe to his burning lungs, no remedy to his shallow intakes, but he still inhales. He, the Breath of Arda, Lord of the Winds — now left breathless.
Amber accented with deep purple eyes, that mimic the afternoon sky above, train on the figure ahead. Through the sea of robes until they land on the silken twirls, the graceful steps, gentle smiles. 
And he feels his chest tighten. None of it, however, is out of ill-will. Rather, the Elder King finds himself entranced by the Ainu ahead with such a stunning countenance and an even more gorgeous gleam. 
"My Lord," a voice draws him out of his little fantasy as Manwë side-glances at his herald with a sheepish smile creeping upon his lips. "Yes, Eönwë?" "Why do you stare?" He almost feels embarrassment threatening to swallow him whole, but the older clears his throat and turns his attention back onto you. 
"Is she not beautiful, Eönwë?" 
Taken aback by the sudden forwardness, Eönwë can only give a soft, "mn."
Manwë almost frowns at the response but supposes that his herald simply wishes to not overstep. "Surely you can at least admire her looks, correct?" "I trust My Lord's judgement." Eönwë's firm nod leaves his brother grinning and it doesn't take long for his gaze to fall back on you. 
He could ask you to dance — he should. Yet here he stands like a deer in headlights, nervous, questioning. He feels the stare of his Maia and knows exactly what his look means. Ask her, my lord, ask her to dance. 
A part of him was about to deny, he parts his lips to explain to Eönwë why he cannot do any of the sorts — yet stiffens when he loses sight of you. Or rather, when he finally notices that you are making your way towards him.
"Your Majesty," you bow, smile fainter as you smooth out your robes. "My apologies for approaching you so suddenly. However I —" You halt, sudden nervousness swelling within your stomach. How does one go up to the Elder King and tell him you took notice of his staring? Had you no shame? You take a glance back at the one who beckoned you forward, almost glaring at the grin Irmo presents you and the little hand motion straight after. 
"I just — I. . ." 
He's confused for a moment, but a darling smile soon tugs upon his lips as both realisation settles in and he catches sight of Irmo in the background. With a clear of his throat, he extends his hand, fair, lean and gentle as his face bears a soft countenance.
"I believe it is I who should ask forgiveness for my stares, my lady," he spares Eönwë a short glance who all but nods in motivation and steps away. "Might I ask for a dance? You were simply breathtaking."
You feel your cheeks burn and when you finally find the strength to glance up, you see pink spilling onto his fair face as well. With a giggle, you slowly slip your hand into his, a little more confident now that you have witnessed his own bashfulness. 
"It would be my honour."
With that, you pull him to the dancefloor, and albeit surprised, he soon lets out the softest of laughs and tugs you closer. A smile on his lips, a twinkle in his eye. He can only thank the stars for this blessing — to enjoy a dance with you.
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─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ day three : shame ( eönwë )
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖   eönwë ⠀〳 ⠀  ❜࿔ 
· ⊰ synopsis. the war of wrath will forever plague his mind, even after simple training sessions with his fellow maiar ( war themes ៸៸ blood ៸៸ killing insinuation )
· ⊰ notes. back at it again with bullying eönwë <3
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Ilmarin’s pools were the perfect place to retreat to after a long day of training. Sweat, crimson and dirt wash off into the crystal-like waters, leaving his folded wings as pristine as always. His hands, calloused with aeons of swordsmanship, cup the clear liquid and pour it down his face. 
Yet the warm waters do nothing to quell the storm overtaking Eönwë’s heart as he continues to bathe. If anything, they remind him of the heat of battle. Of the rush that sent his mind into a high. Of the fresh blood that stained his armour, his skin, his wings, and especially — 
His sword. 
Cerulean hues cast a glance at his blade that lays elegantly in its sheath beside his clothes that he abandoned before venturing into the waters. There is a ringing in his ears and a whisper in the air. As though his very sword — a symbol of his title, authority and righteousness — mocks him. Taunts him. Reminds him of those fateful nights in which the ground flowed with res and screams poured through the air.
The faint glimmer of that same colour that Eönwë had grown to despise catches his vision within the pools. Slipping from his skin and drifting off into nothingness. 
It was just training, he tells himself. 
Training cannot be compared to the war. 
. . . Then why are these images plaguing him so? 
Eönwë makes the mistake of focusing on the swirls of red within the crystal waters and in doing so comes face to face with a monster. A being of true malice. Of dishonour. A soldier. A murderer. 
The General of Valinor’s Host Himself. 
A shudder courses through his body and he can hardly recognise the image that he stares into. The sight of his hair mangled and clotted with red. His eyes bloodshot. His face stained with dirt and smeared with the same shade of crimson that coats him entirely. This image certainly is not a reflection of his current self, who stands in the pools clean and flawless. 
Was he truly clean? 
As if to answer his question, spots of that same damn shade take his vision and he quickly turns to his arms. One, two, three — multiple. His hands and arms begin to surface with a deep red and his eyes shoot open wide in surprise. 
His hands are quick to splash water onto himself. He rubs his arms vigorously. He scrapes at the vision of blood and yet it refuses to dissipate. No matter how much he soaked himself in water or lathered on soap. No matter how much he frantically rubbed and scrubbed and begged it to go away. 
The lump in his throat barely allows a noise of distress to leave him as his hands practically claw at the deep colour. His eyes are agape and desperate as he argues for his mind to spare him these agonising games. 
“Stop,’’
“Stop —”
“S-Stop.’’
He inhales sharply, eyes brimming with tears. It mattered not how much he washed or how much he pleaded. Never would he be able to remove the stain from his hands. The crimson that now defined his very being. 
Even as he wept to the heavens and beseeches The One himself. 
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─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ day one : crown
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖   manwë ⠀〳 ⠀  ❜࿔ 
· ⊰ synopsis. the elder king takes a moment to truly take in the meaning and implications of his crown, as well as remember what pain it led to
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The icy winds of Taniquetil whistle through Ilmarin’s halls. The shine of Tilion’s vessel shines down onto the white marble, creating an almost ethereal glow as the King steps through his own home. 
Long had sleep escaped him. As memories flooded his mind. Thoughts of the past, of what could have been and sadly, what is now. It was days such as this that Manwë envied the slumber of the Children. If only he could give into such a delight and allow it to put his mind at ease. 
As his sapphire robes drag across the white floors and his steps are nothing but the pitter-patter of a minuscule dew cloud, his tired eyes spot a figure. Tall and majestic. Refined and held-together. Yet something in those orbs presently as dark as the night sky told a different story. Weariness. 
His own reflection. 
Halting in his step, Manwë gazes into one of the many pools of Ilmarin. He has seen his mirror image before. Why did this leave him silent? Mournful? Perhaps it was simply the expression he has worn since he rose from bed, but what his gaze truly fixates on is the elegant piece of jade resting atop his head. Extending feathered wings from the sides and decorated in sapphires. 
The Elder King’s Crown. 
A symbol of leadership. One of hope to some. Yet to him, in this moment, it served only to taunt him. It feels as though the mere weight of it will drag him into the pit of the very waters that he stares at. 
His delicate fingers brush against the edges and ease it off of his head, allowing for some loose strands of white to frame his face. As he holds the insignia of his right to rule in the palms of his hands — he feels no joy. No pride. Nor hope. 
Even in his strong hands, the crown feels heavier than iron. And in his eyes, it looks like nothing but a heavy stone that rests atop his head. 
A familiar voice rings within his ears and a sigh escapes his lips as he lowers the crown and stares into his reflection once more. He sees not the righteous and wise Elder King, but a young man. A boy even. With weariness in his eyes and an ache in his heart.
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