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doodle-pops · 3 months

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Turn Back the Sands of Time

Feanor x daughter!reader

Request: Can I request a fic for Feanor, coming back to Valinor after hia death, finding out Nerdanel had been pregnant when he left and she gave birth to a daughter. And if possible, this daughter has Miriel's sewing gift. – anon

A/N: I took a different route to how their interaction would occur and made this quite sentimental than I intended :)

Warnings: female reader, soft angst, softness and comfort, reconciliation

Words: 2.4k

Synopsis: With the return of your father to the Blessed Realm, an attempt at rekindling what was never forged, is pursued.

“Leaving so early?”

Your mother’s voice reverberated through the morning air, clear yet carrying a stern undertone. The sun had ascended over the hills and forest, casting its benevolent warmth upon the damp, fertile earth, coaxing the crawlies to retreat to their hidden abodes.

Startled by her sudden intrusion, you jerked in surprise, twisting your neck to find your mother positioned in the doorway. Her hands firmly rested on her hips, already adorned with small flecks of clay and dust. A hasty bun confined her hair, and she wore the familiar work coveralls that marked her dedication to the tasks at hand. “Oh, you gave me a fright!” you awkwardly chuckled, your attention momentarily diverted from the contents of your basket. “I’m... heading out.”

Her bare feet made no sound on the polished floorings as she traversed the distance, positioning herself beside you. With keen observation, she watched as you hastened your packaging, attempting to conceal the contents within the basket. Despite your efforts, you weren’t as clever as you believed. However, she remained silent, extending her left hand to rest against your waist. Leaning in, she placed a tender kiss on your cheek.

“At least be safe on the road. You can borrow a few of my cloaks, they’ll keep you warm, and good luck. I cannot tell you how to decide, but when you do, know that it is something you will have to live with.”

Suddenly, she vanished through the backdoor, setting you on the arduous path to Formenos after brief stops at Tirion’s market to procure supplies. Pastries, breads, salted meats, and fruits were gathered in an attempt to ease any potential awkwardness.

Alone on the road for five days, you revisited regions where you had once stealthily ventured. The surroundings were steeped in familiarity as you leisurely strolled by. The rhythmic clopping of your horse’s hooves on the gravelled road, the subtle rustling of trees and bushes, vast open fields where the wind hummed its tune, and the delightful symphony of birdsong and frog croaks accompanied your journey. Small creatures scurried at the feet of your horse, some perching on your shoulders or head. Nightfall descended, only to be swiftly replaced by the break of day, marking the conclusion of your expedition.

As you arrived at your destination, the wear and tear on the landscape became evident. Paint had faded, stones were missing from pillars and posts, wood showed signs of decay, and windows lay shattered. Face-to-face with the relentless march of time and the scars of neglect, you confronted the tangible evidence of one’s transgressions.

Dismounting from your majestic stallion, you carefully secured him to an apple tree before continuing on foot. The path led you through a gateway and into a garden adorned with a subtle array of colours—some signs of life still blossoming. Your keen eyes noticed the adjustments since your last visit, becoming attuned to the intense presence and weight that the surroundings now bore.

With each step, the gravel and dust beneath your sandals resonated against the cobblestone, creating a symphony of soft crunches until you abruptly halted before the colossal red door, proudly displaying the house sigil in shimmering gold. Tightening your grip on the basket and assuming a more composed posture, a sense of tension gripped your throat, akin to barbed wires constricting around it.

Summoning your courage, you knocked on the door, the sound echoing three times in tandem with the palpitations of your heart.

Initially, it seemed like no one was home, but an imposing presence lingered in the air, prompting you to raise your hand for another attempt. However, before your knuckles could make contact, the hinges groaned, and a towering figure emerged. A giant of an elf with fiery red hair and silvery eyes loomed before you, meeting your tentative gaze. While a hunch suggested his identity, he was not the person you had come to meet. An acute observation of his appearance left you trembling at your core.

His features were the same as the portraits hung in your mother’s workshop, a stark difference to the descriptions your uncle Arafinwë explained. There were no scars, missing ligament or whitening of his hair, but it was still enough to elicit fright in your bones. The stories were enough, running their course to remind all of his actions.

“No trespassing, this is private property. Whatever business you are conducting, take it elsewhere,” he muttered under his breath with emptiness in his eyes before shuffling to slam the door in your face.

Luckily, you stuck your hand out. “Wait, please don’t! I uh…” you fumbled and exhaled, “I came to speak with Lord Fëanáro. Is he in?”

“If you are here to lay blame on him for his actions, I would suggest that you get in line—”

Waving your hands frantically in his face, you panicked. “No, no, no, no! You have it all wrong. I’m not here for that; I’m here to simply speak with him.”

“Speak with him?” Maedhros meditated. “Did King Arafinwë send you?”

Your eyes widened in disbelief at the surprising intensity with which your own brother reacted to your simple desire to speak with his father. It was truly perplexing that, despite all that had transpired, he continued to share living quarters with Fëanáro. Your assumption that their relationship had soured after recent events was swiftly proven incorrect.

Clearly, his perspectives on Fëanáro differed significantly from yours, and he held personal convictions that he preferred to keep to himself. The intricacies of their business remained shrouded in mystery.

“Uncl—King Arafinwë did not send me, I sent myself,” you stated with pride, straightening out any fears in your posture and stretching a confident smile across your lips. “Can you tell him that a…a Lady Y/N is here to speak with him?”

The moment your name fell past your lips, you saw the micro-expression of your brother’s eyes widening before composing themselves. His stance changed from no longer blocking the entire doorway to standing aside and granting you a peek inside. You were half expecting him to make a scene, yet he proved otherwise.

Maedhros’ eyes fluttered and flickered around your frame, contemplating on his next decision. Exhaling, he stepped outside, shutting the door behind and ushered around you figure to the left of the house. “He’s situated on this side of the house. It’s quicker and less…obstructive. Follow me.” And you partially understood what he meant—the bloodstains from where your grandfather was slain, still staining the floors. However, it was the unwarranted meet-and-greet of the rest of your brothers.

You weren’t here for them, and Maedhros was kind enough to spare you.

The journey unfolded in a discomforting silence, compelling you to tighten your grip on the basket as the minutes passed. Your elder brother guided you through a labyrinth of twists and turns, eventually leading to the distant sounds of a babbling stream and the faint rustling of paper being crumpled. As you approached an archway, entwined and covered in an overgrowth of vines, the scene unfolded before you—Fëanáro, seated on a bench, holding a charcoal, and engrossed in fervent scribbling on parchment, an expression of exasperation etched across his features.

Despite the openness of the surroundings, the air felt stifling. The heavens above offered a solution to wash away the lingering muskiness, and yet, it persisted. How could anyone discover peace or find reprieve in such conditions?

“I’ll leave you to speak with him.” He offered a polite smile, and with a bow of his head, Maedhros departed, leaving you to face his father in privacy.

Acknowledging the bow with a graceful return, you redirected your attention towards the man seated on the weathered wooden bench. His appearance had undergone a noticeable transformation since your initial encounter—his once neatly tied hair now cascaded loosely, and his attire, less polished, resembled something reminiscent of what your mother wore when she was in her element. Absent were the ornate rings that had adorned his fingers, and there was a notable absence of any jewellery embellishing his clothing. In this particular moment, he existed simply as Fëanáro, the man who had seemingly returned from the realm of the deceased. The elf who had…

“How long will you linger in the shadows, child?” came his soft voice. It was much mellow that the confrontation shared with your mother.

Taking a large gulp of air, you crossed the archway, entered his space to stand at the entrance and called out. “Greetings Lord Fëanáro.”

A resounding cry escaped his lips the moment his eyes fell upon your timid figure. Joy and agony intertwined in his heart as he realized that his child had come to visit him. With a swift, almost spring-like motion, he abandoned his seat, forgetting the letter that lay there, and hurried over to stand before your magnificence. It was the first time he had a clear image of the daughter he had denied himself the knowledge of. In your features, he saw not just you but also your mother and the reflection of his eldest.

An intense yearning surged within him, a desire to reach out and grasp you, to finally experience the touch of a creation that bore no marks of his mistakes. However, hesitation gripped his mind, as the unexpected loomed overhead like ominous clouds threatening to unleash a storm. The uncertainty lingered, questioning whether the rain would be cold or warm, if it would bring wrath or peace—or perhaps an outburst of everything.

“You…” He laughed breathlessly with disbelief at the tip of his tongue. “You’re all grown up. I was told about you during my return, unsure if a meeting would occur. I had glimpsed you at your mother’s, hoping to be acquainted. Unfortunately, I had not been blessed.”

“Hm, I decided to come see you on my own after…” your voice trailed off, indicating his reunion with your mother. “Well, she had the inclination that I was coming to see you, yet she did not stop me. I wanted to hear from you on my own.”

His facial muscles engaged in a silent struggle, battling the instinct to react to every nuance of your words. His hands, twitching with the desire to pull you into a comforting embrace, held back, understanding that such a gesture might inflict more harm than healing. Your perceptions of him were coloured by his transgressions. You possessed ample reasons to maintain a distance, not just from him, but also from your own brothers.

“What is there for me to tell you when you are aware of everything, my child?” he responded with reservation.

“Why?”

Your question lingered in the air, a stain that defied any attempts at removal; not even the heavens’ rain could cleanse it.

One question. Millions of reasons. One answer, and yet, he chose to walk away with his back turned and head hung in shame. His body collided with the bench with his head in his hands facing the floor.

“What answer might I give to you that would satisfy your perspective of me?” he uttered. “You’ve heard it all; I chose the Silmarils over my family… Why you ask? Pride, maybe arrogance or my blind foolishness. I led my children into death and one by one I watched them succumb to the same madness as me.”

“But you have me who was spared from the doom. I exist, someone you can change for. Someone who can be the answer to why.” Were the words wanting to spill from your lips, however, now was not the time. There was much to be possibly kindled to know how much your words weighed.

Stepping closer to where he sat hunched, you placed the basket beside him and knelt. Your hands were hesitant to touch his, but you managed to pry them off his face. “You know, there’s a saying that ammë says,” you whispered akin to the wind, “it’s something along the lines of, ‘second chances don’t come around often, but when they do, they appear in mysterious ways. It’s only if you desire it, then possibilities will arise’. If you want forgiveness, you can start with me. Show me the you who wants better.”

Fëanáro lifted his head, his mismatch teary eyes locking on your compassionate ones. He was stunned at your sympathy when his wife would not spare him the chance. If only he had not been so foolish, the family he desired would have existed before his very eyes. “You do not truly mean your words? Your mother would not pardon me—”

“I am not ammë; your quarrel with her is between you both. I am Y/N and this is between us. I choose to try building this relationship so long as you work with me,” you corrected with confidence laced in your voice. Your eyes were stern, filled with assertiveness and the reflection of faces you’d never met. “You have to want this.”

He considered with sorrowful eyes, too fearful of repeating his past and ruining his last blessing. With deliberate actions, he shifted to sit upright and meet you head-on. “Then I make no promises...no oaths.”

“Good, because I was prepared to convince you anyway possible since I brought treats for us to indulge, and I would hate for them to waste.” Your eyes darted to the basket filled with delicacies for you both to snack on during your formal meet-and-greet. “Imagine how awkward it would be had you rejected, and I had to return with a filled basket of treats.”

“You could have left it with your brothers. I’m sure they would be thrilled to learn their sister brought treats for them.” Fëanáro felt a surge of pride at the flow of your interactions, lacking awkwardness and tension. It gave him a sense of purpose to understand that all good things were not lost.

Though his refusal to utter the words of “Thanks” remained in his heart, for he knew Eru had heard and seen his gratitude.

Snickering as you reached for the basket to produce a blanket, you threw him a whimsical side eye. “I doubt that. You should have seen how the giant redhead was staring at me. I thought I was about to be thrown like a javelin out the yard,” you giggled.

“Maitimo?”

“Ay, I thought he was going to toss me out! Though it seems that the others are here as well?”

“Would you be willing to meet them?”

“Maybe another time, I only came with enough energy to deal with you.”

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Imagine Mairon manipulating you to his side.

(So I might have slightly turned this into Celebrimbor x reader x Mairon. Sorry if that’s not what you wanted, but the idea expanded a little. Also, sorry, I might have turned this darker than expected, but I hope You still like it. Be aware of the warnings thought,)

Requested by Anonymous

Warnings; Please be warned! There might be triggering things in the end which includes manipulation, stalking, creepiness, gaslighting most likely and a bit violence. Sauron is a brick in this. So read on your own accord.

-------------------------------------------------------------------- -You thought you could forget the past, leave it all behind and forget it ever happened.

-Why would you linger in the past? Your master was gone, and everything got destroyed in the war of wrath.

-Angband was no more, and you had no idea what happened to others.

-There was nothing for you, so you decided to leave and live among the people as a nameless nobody.

-You were just another elf, going on with their day, doing work and sleeping whenever Tilion shone brightly in the night sky.

-You were just a silent weird neighbor nobody thought about much.

-You were happy with it because no one would then try to pry into your life and discover you used to be a servant of Morgoth.

-It would most likely end up badly for you.

-You sometimes wonder when things were peaceful, and you willingly served Irmo in his gardens.

-Irmo was never a terrible master like how Melkor made the Vala appear to others.

-You wonder if he was still angry for what you did or disappointed when you deserted the blessed realm and became one of Melkor’s servants.

-You didn’t know, and after everything that happened. You didn’t want to know.

-You were too afraid to face Valar's judgment for your actions.

-You were a coward. You have always been a coward and honestly not proud of it.

-You tried to move on with your life. Go to work, go home and occasionally meet people.

-It was boring at first, but you soon learned to find beauty in things and appreciate the peace. It was better than the metallic bangs of hammers and screeching of orcs you used to hear in Angband.

-Interacting with the children of Illuvatar was troublesome at first because you couldn't stop thinking about how you were used to killing them upon your master’s request.

-Honestly, you never thought lowly of them like many others of your kind. Elves were troublesome during the first age because of the Silmarils. Everyone went crazy for them. However, they had their qualities. Humans were not much like the elves, and you pitied them when they were easily swayed by false words, but at least some of them were good. You don’t have much opinion about dwarves, but you admit they were a talented bunch.

-You didn’t make many friends, and you didn’t have any motivation to befriend anyone. You did manage to befriend a human child who was a neighbor at your place. You technically started looking after them since the parents constantly fought.

-You never understood why humans were so careless toward their younglings.

-One day, during a little walk with your little human. You were doing nothing but talking about life.

-You came to a garden and dozed off for a moment before hearing something fall into the water and the little one yelling for help.

-You quickly went to help them out, then another elf appeared and helped the child out of the deep fountain.

-When the child was safe, it didn’t take long for you to recognize Celebrimbor and awkwardly stumble with your words as you tried to thank him and apologize for the trouble.

-Celebrimbor just smiled and wanted to make sure the child was alright.

-You two chatted for a while since he was curious about an elf with a human child.

-You tried to keep the conversation casual, but you were sweating inside because you knew his family too well and knew what kind of things happened to one of his uncles.

-You hoped it was just a one-time encounter. However, that didn’t seem to be the case because fate seems to bring you to him even from work.

-He sometimes made small talk, and the conversations lasted because you didn’t want to be rude to him.

-He was pleasant company, to say at least, and gradually you started looking forward to interacting with him.

-However, the human child always decided to invite him to join your little hangouts

-They said it was to help you get close because it was clear that you liked him.

-You did not understand till you forced yourself to think about it.

-Celebrimbor’s beaming smile was like a ray of Arien’s light, and he seemed eager to meet up and spend time with you and your little human friend.

-He didn’t even think it was strange that ravens and crows followed you or how you sometimes talked with them since they were your favored companions.

-He asked if he could pet or feed one of them.

-And he sometimes opened up about his past to you and the regretful things his father and family had done.

-It was maybe the last straw because you wanted to comfort him, but you were scared because he shared the same feelings for you.

-You sensed it from his fear.

-The thought of love was frightening. It was a sign of weakness, and you would have been mocked for falling so low, especially with one of the Eldar.

-You were afraid because of your past, but since the past was long gone. The future looked brighter, so you tried to embrace the feeling.

-You wondered if Melian felt the same when she decided to marry that Sindar elven king.

-You weren’t sure how to reciprocate the feelings, but you tried. You end up listening to Celebrimbor’s voice most of the time when he spoke about things. His voice was soothing and always managed to bring a soft smile to your face.

-Oddly, you started having dreams about life with Celebrimbor. They were bright and filled with good things and love. It felt like they were encouraging you to go forth and confess your feelings for him. It was strange, and you wondered if lord Irmo was behind them.

-One time, the little human bugger decided to tell how you and Celebrimbor were like parents they always wanted. You felt embarrassed, but Celebrimbor smiled it off and described how it did feel like you two were like family to him.

-It warmed your heart, and it was just a moment when you realized how you fell hard for this elf.

-You didn’t like to admit it, but you now needed to thank your little human friend for bringing you two close.

-Until he arrived.

-He took a fair form and called himself Annatar, the lord of gifts. He claimed to be sent by the Valar to assist the Noldor and grant them forgiveness, but you knew the truth the first time you saw him.

-You could recognize those golden eyes everywhere, and there was a shadow that followed his fair appearance.

-You were frightened, especially, when he laid his eyes upon you.

-You tried to avoid him because you knew you held no power against him and Celebrimbor already deeply trusted the Maia.

-You hoped he didn’t come for you. You were a mere spy and an assassin. You had nothing against Mairon, the lieutenant of Melkor.

-Except for that one time when you rescued him from being killed.

-Mairon almost died until you used your powers to turn every living creature who looked at you into stone.

-The power of your gaze might have made you different from others, but you left everything behind after that.

-You didn’t want to know what he was planning.

-You stayed home most of the time. Celebrimbor often came to check since you started feigning illness to avoid going out. It pained you to worry him like that, but you deemed it necessary.

-He talked a lot about Annatar and all the great things he helped him to create.

-You were scared to tell him the fair messenger of the Valar was in reality, the cruelest servant of Morgoth, but you tried to convince him to be weary. You attempted to tell him all the possible dangers and lies Annatar might have told him.

-Celebrimbor being the lovable fool was sure things were okay but promised to consider your worries.

-You decided to come out because you couldn't hide forever. There was a slight chance Mairon did not remember you since he often preferred to be held above others. It proved to be a grave mistake because he or Annatar turned his attention on you.

-He spoke softly and like you two were old acquaintances, which was a painful truth.

-You two never spoke like friends, but he did acknowledge you whenever you returned to Angband to deliver reports or trophies of your kills.

-You remained polite but tried to keep things short whenever you interacted with him.

-But, he was like a snake. Slithering close to you and talking sweet and casual things to bring down your guards, which you luckily didn’t.

-However, he started interfering with you and Celebrimbor during your time alone and when you try to avoid showing him your relationship with Celebrimbor.

-You almost cursed Celebrimbor for referring you as a dear friend and technically giving it away to the pretender.

-Annatar seemed amused and looked at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

-The charade continued, and now Annatar started calling you little raven when he saw you interact with your birds.

-He continued to unnerve you, and the way he interacted with Celebrimbor worried you, so you sent a couple of your ravens to keep watch if he tried something with Celebrimbor.

-You should have been more careful. You managed to avoid the pretender most of the time and stayed at a safe distance, but this time he had managed to find your home and put you in a critical situation.

-You found him reading a story to your little human friend, and the child was too invested to realize they were in danger.

-Mairon hated humans. He always gave worse punishments to human thralls in his possession. He wouldn't even hesitate to harm a child.

-Luckily, you managed to convince your little human friend to go home while keeping your eyes on the Maia in your house.

-When you were alone, he showed his true nature, and you two started talking.

-You remained silent and respectful since he was still your superior.

-Mairon asked what your plans were, and you told him you didn’t have any plans. You just lived among the elves like one of them.

.-He knew that and told you it would be a waste and asked you to join his side.

-It caught you off guard, but you tried to keep your guard and questioned what he would gain from you.

-Your mind couldn't catch up when he kept talking, but you wished you escaped while you had the chance because the one in danger was you.

“I do not understand,” You said, almost in a whisper. “Why are you so adamant to have me on your side?” You asked.

“Because I can see the bad end for you,” Mairon started. “You will face suffering if you decide to take this path,” He said. You frowned. “What?” You questioned.

“I wish to save you like you once saved me from those vassals of the valar,” He said, making you remember the moment when you uncovered your eyes and turned those soldiers into stone to save his life. You now silently regretted the decision. Two of your ravens watched the confrontation from the closed window.

“I…” You started. “I can assure you that I do not need to be saved,” You explained while hopelessly trying to control your fear. “But why hide among people?” Mairon asked. “Why hide your true form and powers? Why so afraid to show them who you truly are?” He questioned. “I’m not…” You tried to find the words, but the questions caught you off guard that you weren’t sure about your answer. “But you are afraid, aren’t you?” He asked, looking into your eyes.

You remained quiet because, in your mind, you knew he was right.

“You shouldn't be afraid to show yourself. Our master favored you for your loyalty and work, so don’t you think you deserve better than what these elves can offer you?” Mairon asked, walking around you like a predator. “I was not… his favored. I only did what he told me to do,” You explained with a surprised tone for a moment. “Oh, but you were, out of all spies and assassins in his army. Your ravens and you were the most efficient,” He said. “So, you should think more highly of yourself than you do now;” He finished. You thought about his words for a moment.

“If you join my side, you don’t need to hide, and I can offer you better things than this little elven city can give you. Do not stoop to their level because our master is gone,” Mairon said softly. You mustered the courage to look at him. “Why? I have never put myself above anyone, and I never thought lowly of any children of Illuvatar,” You explained. “And…” You struggled for a moment. “I know they made some troubling things during the first age, but they can learn. And they’re not that bad,” You said.

“Not that bad, you say?” Mairon questioned. You shrank when you sensed the lowering tone in his voice and noticed a hint of disappointment in his eyes after what you said.

“Tell me, is this about your feelings for that elven lord?” Mairon asked. Your heart started beating anxiously, as you knew he meant Celebrimbor. You felt frozen that you didn’t know how to answer. Love has always been seen; as a sign of weakness.

“I have seen how fondly he looks at you, so is it love you crave from him?” Mairon asked. “Have you forgotten what you are and how you used to kill his kind without hesitation?” He asked. “No, I don’t!” You shook your head. “What will he think when he finds out you used to serve the dark lord who killed and enslaved his people? And how you watched when we tortured one of his family members?” He asked, coming dangerously close.

“Do you think he will accept you and all will be forgiven?” He asked with a demanding tone. “No, I-!” You didn’t get to finish when Mairon suddenly grabbed you by the throat and pushed your back against the wall. Your ravens cawed anxiously.

You winced when your back slammed hard against the wall. “Do you think that elf would love a murderer?” Mairon looked down upon you. He always stood taller than you or anyone, so your body almost started to shake with fear.

You snapped your eyes open and stared right back at him with deep blue eyes with slit pupils. Heavy breaths escaped your lips as you tried to stand your ground. Mairon’s expression softened. “There they are. That unique gaze that would have turned me to stone if I was weaker than you,” He said, bringing your chin up to have a better look at you. He then chuckled and looked down at his wrist around your throat. You had a grip on his hand with black claws that went through his skin, making him bleed onto the floor.

“This is what I am trying to save you from,” He said, freeing his hand from your throat. “Denying yourself and dooming yourself on a path that will only lead to a painful rejection from the world,” He explained, stepping back. “I’m afraid Celebrimbor will have second thoughts if he saw you like this and that human you, so adore. How do you think they would react when their favorite elf is someone from the nightmares?” He asked. You tried to keep yourself steady. Even though; it felt impossible.

Mairon leaned down to your ear. “I can protect you from all that, little raven. I can protect you from the world that will eventually turn its back on you because the past is not dead to them. They will unjustly punish you for your crimes even when you tried to redeem yourself,” He said softly. You silently sucked your breath as his words lingered in your ears. “Of course,” He pulled back. “That is your decision if you still think they aren’t that bad,” He said, then walked toward the door.

“My doors are open for you because I’m not someone to leave my rescuer in trouble, but I hope you think about my offer. The world is harsh, so think what is truly best for you,” Mairon explained. “I will see myself out till next time, little raven,” He said, then walked out of the door.

After the door closed, you fell along the wall on your knees. Your eyes turned back, streaming with tears as you tried to control your sudden breathing. You clawed your hair, unable to control the sudden burst of emotions that caused nothing but pain.

Your two ravens opened the windows by themselves and landed beside you. They cawed, trying to offer their comfort.

Mairon’s words lingered in your mind, taking effect on you. He sounded like Melkor when you accidentally murdered one of your fellow maiars with your gaze. He convinced you to join his side because he was the only one who could protect you from the harsh punishment of the Valar. You were frightened, so you said yes because you wanted protection.

You wanted to be safe. You want to refuse the offer, but you could not stop thinking about how things would turn out badly when Celebrimbor learned the truth about you. The hate is justified, but you fear it would be too much to handle since you had feelings for him.

You stared at the ceiling for a moment, the voices in the back of your mind telling you to take the offer and save yourself from hurt. You were a murderer. You don’t belong among the people of middle earth. You have followed orders all your life, so why refuse them now?

You took a deep breath, despairing how your future would turn out.

Mairon has always been a ferocious wolf, and you were afraid. He had already ensnared you into his teeth. You couldn't escape him.

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thescrapwitch · 1 month

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Tidbit Tuesday

Thank you for the tag @thelordofgifs! Right now I'm focused on trying to get my Feanorian Week fics all done on time. However, a sudden snowstorm on the first day of spring (ah the joys of living in Canada) and a lovely comment reminded me how much I love writing Silm-fics with horror elements. So have a little sneak peak of a dark fairytale-ish one-shot my brain's been cooking:

At night, Maglor tossed and turned.

Listen, it whispered. Can you hear me dreaming beneath you? My lips kiss the bottom of your feet. My mouth aches to taste your flesh. My teeth are waiting for you. Listen, oh singer of the shining lands, sweet voiced prince with bloody hands. I am hungry, so hungry. You of all others here know what it is like to be possessed by hunger. Will you feed me? Will you give me what I want?

Maglor sat up, sweating, shivering from a fear he could not name. He pressed his hands against his ears. The whispers in his dreams did not fade upon waking. They continued to mutter, to claw at him. Hungry, hungry, I am so hungry.

He reached out. He needed to feel the soft breathing of the twins, to know that both Elros and Elrond were safe.

No one else was in the bed with him.

Tagging: @dreamingthroughthenoise @lordgrimwing @echo-bleu @sallysavestheday @camille-lachenille @leucisticpuffin and whoever else wants to join in! No pressure, of course :)

#thank you again for the tag #what is it about the silmarillion that makes me want to write horror?#and put Maglor in like 90% of those horror scenarios?#this was NOT my genre of choice before this fandom but my brain has a new obsession I guess #maglor #my writing #silmarillion

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nevermindigotthis · 1 year

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Feanor was at home AU!

#my art #comic #silmarillion #silm au #silmarillion au #feanor #silmarils #melkor #morgoth #theft of the silmarils #melkor: what‘s that behind your back?#feanor: …nothing!#yeah I imagine this scenario would not go well for Feanor

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kradogsrats · 3 months

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thinking again today about Beren going to the nethermost hall of Angband to take one of the three Silmarils from Morgoth's crown for Luthien as demanded by her father and Callum going to (the top of?) the Starscraper to take (one of?) the three quasar diamonds from the Corona of the Heavens for Rayla as demanded to rescue her parents

#that didn't work out great for beren btw #pride overcame him after successfully freeing one silmaril and he attempted to take another #he lost both the silmaril and his hand #the small number of weirdly precise parallels between tdp and the silmarillion drives me insane #like yeah both scenarios are fairly straightforward orpheus and eurydice derivatives #but then you get to the shit like three jewels formed from heavenly light set in a crown and i'm like *narrows eyes*#and don't even get me started on laurelion and telperion/laruelin #i should probably find all my silmarillion posts and tag them for archiving #tdp tolkien

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meadowlarkx · 10 months

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Finrod/Sauron and 28 (as a lie) for the kiss meme?

Finrod woke in the darkness and found Edrahil near him. His eyes were accustomed to the gloom of the pit now, and he surveyed their surroundings as he tested, with his spirit, the strength of his remaining enchantments. There seemed no imminent danger, no wolf-like growling and snuffling. The dim shapes of his companions were still, but their breathing was steady. So Finrod turned his attention on Edrahil and let himself take his hand.

His friend looked barely hurt. He glowed against the ceaseless night of the pit. An indescribable emotion surged in Finrod's chest like the tide. What regret, to have led such a friend here to die. What joy, to find him a faithful friend, nonetheless, and wonderful.

"I can only thank you," he said softly. "I have no heart yet to say sorry."

Edrahil nodded, and looked on him seriously. "Our errand…"

His voice was more musical than Finrod expected to hear it. Perhaps after days of Orc-speech and wolf-growls the familiar grew sweeter.

Finrod raised his hand and kissed the knuckles, dragging both of their shackles with the motion. "Speak not of it."

“As you command, my lord.”

Was that pause—assessing?

Finrod sighed, frustrated. His mind was playing tricks on him, making him distrustful of an Elf-captain he knew like his own soul. Edrahil would not give them up to Gorthaur’s listening ears; he was more pragmatic and tactically-minded than Finrod himself. “I should command far less, I think.”

“You may command me always,” said his friend’s sweet voice. “Long have I loved you.” He kissed Finrod with the ephemeral caress of a flickering flame.

#it's that vine... sauron!edrahil: girl / finrod: go on say my name / sauron: GIRL....#i hope you like this! my messy series is finrod seducing sauron (more or less . in spirit) so i thought i'd explore another scenario here!#finrod #sauron #my fic #silmarillion fic #silmarillion #aipilosse #mairon #finrod x sauron #gorthaur #too many names to tag #kiss meme #finrod sauron au #(a different one ...)

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runawaymun · 10 months

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So we all are aware of the various pining possibilities re: “it was then that Elrond first saw Celebrían, and loved her, though he said nothing of it.” I usually like to take this the mutual “they’re stupidly competent at everything but each other” pining route, but can we also consider: Elrond falling fast & hard for Celebrían to the point that it’s not even a question that she’s his One True Love but also suppressing all outward signs to the point that no, one— absolutely no one— is aware that he’s in love with her.

So consider, someone suggesting like “hey, so-and-so is really cute and I think you two might get along, why don’t you two go out on a date?”

Elrond: “I can’t ask them out! I’m marrying Celebrían!”

Everyone, including (especially) Celebrían:

#the mental image of this scenario just tickles me ok #it feels on brand #he is so Stupid #celrond #Elrond x Celebrían #Elrond #Celebrían #unfinished tales #the silmarillion #LOTR

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aotearoa20 · 11 months

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Huan as a Maia of Oromë

#Idk whose headcannon this was #but I think it’s neat #makes for fun remebodiment scenarios #huan #celegorm #orome #maiar #moodboard #tolkien edit #silmarillion

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anghraine · 1 year

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Quora sent me a conversation about an AU where Melkor never rebels and becomes the noble and faithful leader of the Valar under Ilúvatar. The intra-Valarin revolt comes from ... Tulkas, while Sauron Mairon is an immensely powerful and honored Maia of Valinor, something like Eönwë.

I mean, the whole conversation was between some Tolkien bros who definitely didn't call it an AU fanfic plotbunny, lol, but it's ... exactly that and a pretty interesting one.

#also i choose to believe that au varda is still elbereth and the melkor-elbereth-manwë dynamic is... complex #the mairon-eönwë dynamic is also complex :P #anghraine babbles #legendarium blogging #valar #plotbunnies!#sorry dudes your serious business alternate scenarios are glorified fanfic #the silmarillion

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arofili · 1 year

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39 with summer?? Russingon?????

under the cut for nsft ;)

“Hold still,” Findekáno groaned, pressing his hand down firmly on Maitimo’s chest.

“Finno—!” Maitimo gasped, trying and utterly failing to obey. How could he, when Findekáno was straddled over his lap, slowly sinking down onto his cock?

“What did—ai, Russo, you’re so big—I just say?” Findekáno hissed, slipping down another half-inch, his face screwed up in pleasure-pain.

“Can’t help it,” Maitimo whined, trembling all over. “You’re too—hnng—tight—Finno—”

Findekáno squeezed, his legs tightening around Maitimo’s waist, and with a lewd, slick noise, he seated himself the rest of the way onto Maitimo’s cock. Maitimo wailed softly, his hips jerking up involuntarily into that hot, tight bliss, and it took every ounce of his remaining self-control not to spill immediately.

Findekáno moaned, pressing one hand to his slightly distended belly. Ai, Maitimo could feel that pressure, however slight; he could feel Findekáno everywhere—

“Russo,” Findekáno croaked, holding maddeningly still, even when everything in Maitimo screamed and begged for movement, friction, heat—

“F-Finno,” Maitimo whimpered in response. He fumbled to grab his lover’s other hand and clutched it tightly, channeling all his desperation into that connection, for if he let himself focus on their other point of contact...

“I th-thought,” Findekáno gasped, “I could t-take you—”

Maitimo’s blood ran cold. “Finno?” he asked, terribly concerned. He knew he was big, he knew they should have waited, but Finno had been so sure, so eager—

“I can,” Findekáno hurred to assure. “Just—ai—let’s go—slow, alright?” He was shaking—but Maitimo saw how hard he was, also, and felt him clenching his hand with just as much repressed desire. He wanted this. He did.

“Slow,” Maitimo agreed, and breathed in deep, willing the frantic beating of his heart to calm. “Slow. For you. My Finno.”

“Yours,” Findekáno agreed, and—slowly—smiled, gently rolling his hips until they were both utterly lost in pleasure.

#silm #silmarillion #silm fic #maedhros #fingon #russingon #maedhros x fingon #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #prompts #thatfeanorian #size kink my beloved <3 #also shoutout to n for inspiring this scenario ily <3 #also trying out the community labels. we'll see how i feel abt it.

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arafinweanappreciation · 2 years

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Crack AU where instead of it being Thorin’s Company getting Bilbo to help them reclaim Erebor from Smaug, it’s Turgon and the Lords of Gondolin trying to find Gondolin. Nothing written in the Silmarillion has changed. Tuor and Maeglin are both there. Gondolin is still under the sea. They all remember what happened. At no point does anyone comment on any of this. They play out the entire plot of The Hobbit. Gandalf is still in charge.

#maeglin and tuor are obvs fili and kili in this scenario #except they openly hate each other #maeglin tries to convince the trolls to eat tuor first #idril upon hearing that a bunch of elves are trying to reclaim gondolin from the literal ocean: what a bunch of idiots #idril upon hearing that they are being lead by her husband and her father: oh no those are MY idiots #they get REALLY excited when they find the gondolondrim swords in the troll cave #elrond internally when they arrive in rivendell: this is a terrible idea but i can't just say that out loud to my great-grand father's FACE #(he can and he will actually)#the height difference between turgon and bilbo (or any other hobbit tbh) would be hilarious #please don't point out any flaws in the plot logic or whatever it's crack for a reason #the hobbit #silm crack #bilbo baggins #silmarillion #turgon #silm #maeglin #tuor #gondolin #glorfindel #ecthelion #lords of gondolin

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doodle-pops · 2 months

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Seconds Chances Are Worth Living For

Maglor x human!reader

Request: Hi can I request an fic (or onehsot) where a human finds Maglor wondering the beach where he threw the silmaril and they help him? - anon

Warnings: human!reader, light angst with happy ending/comfort, depressed and gloomy Maglor

Words: 1.3k

Synopsis: Nobody ever said second chances in life were easy, nor were changes necessary to bring them.

“Will you not come with me?”

His heart twisted painfully; your words lingered in the air like an unwelcome odour he desperately wished to dispel. Too often had these haunting words surfaced in his mind during the agonizing days of solitude. Too many times, he found himself yearning for them to materialize into reality, yet he remained resolute in his pride, steadfast against the prospect of accepting forgiveness. Deep within, he longed for the warmth of a fireplace, enclosed by walls of solace and finality—enough respite from the harshness of the ocean waves and the mournful cries of seagulls.

His posture, detached upon the rugged rocks, nearly melding into the static structure, remained unmoved. On the contrary, you stood unwavering before him, your gaze fixed upon his threadbare form draped in the remnants of shame and despair. It was a clash between an immovable object and an unstoppable force, and you were determined not to be the one to yield. Whether it was destiny or the cosmic alignment that led you to his desolate presence on the shores of Forlindon, you were resolved not to depart without pulling him away.

Defiance surged through your veins as you continued to face his statuesque figure, yet you restrained yourself from encroaching upon his personal space.

“If you stay another hour, you may succumb to fatal illness,” you pleaded, voice above a whisper. A strong gust of wind roamed the shores, prompting you to curl your cloak around your shoulders tightly to your body. There was a faint chattering of your teeth as you gathered the courage to speak up again. “Please, there is a cabin not too far away from these shores. The least you can do is come with me for something warm to eat and drink, perhaps a warmer change of apparel?”

Maglor’s gaze stretched into the distance, fixed upon the horizon, while his fingers gracefully danced through the air, as if caressing an unseen harp. Murmuring unfamiliar words, too delicate for mortal ears to grasp, his lament echoed the sorrows of a bygone era when the world was in its infancy. This was the poignant scene that unfolded before you: Maglor, singing with a voice textured like sandpaper, tears encrusting his eyelids, lips weathered and parted, fingers weaving through the invisible threads of melody, and eyes reflecting a profound abyss of desolation.

In a single glance, your heart welled with empathy, and tears threatened to spill from your lashes. In a burst of compassion, you implored and beseeched him to find solace within the confines of your cabin, offering a glimmer of hope to bring an end to his eternal torment.

“Please,” –you stepped closer, dwarfed by his largeness despite his malnourished physique– “I’m not asking you to stay forever if that is what you believe I seek. I only wish to help you—”

“Why?” He spoke or rather, croaked!

“Well…” you fumbled, stunned at his ability to communicate after minutes of attempting to capture his attention. “Because it is the right thing to do.”

“Why?”

Flapping your lips like a fish and furrowing your brows to mimic confusion, you stammered, “W-Well, I mean—You shouldn’t be alone out here in the element…suffering. You deserve a warm bed and comfort.”

“Why?” You never imagined that reaching out to aid a person would become so difficult. Indeed he was proving to be an unmovable object, but you were willing to be that unstoppable force who spoke wisdom into him.

For a fleeting moment, your gaze descended from his lean countenance to the weathered rock upon which he perched, his nimble fingers still weaving through the breeze in search of a haunting melody. A serene ambiance enveloped both of you, juxtaposed against the impending unease hanging in the air. The turbulent seas clashed vehemently against the headlands and platforms, while the sky hinted at an impending tempest, prompting you to ponder earnestly on what he sought from you amid the impending cataclysm.

Rubbing your cheek to battle against the frost nipping at your skin, you pinched your lips, then scratched your head as though an oncoming headache was surfacing. “Because I want to help you and I believe you are in need of help. My mortal compass would not rest well knowing that I left someone out in the element to suffer when I could relieve some of it.”

“And…what if you are…” He never finished his words for his throat seized up on him, but they lingered in the air ringing obviousness to what he was conveying.

“Wrong? Then I will learn a life lesson to not trust strangers who are on the brink of death.” Releasing a chuckle as you crinkled your nose, you looked at him once more. “I rather spend my time helping someone in need of it instead of having restless days and nights knowing I left you to suffer. If I am wrong…—everyone suffers differently, the good, the bad and the indifferent. What matters is that I helped; what you choose to do after is your choice and path.”

For the first time since your encounter, his lacklustre gaze fixed upon your earthly form, shrouded in ebony. His eyes meticulously studied every nuance of your being, from the strands of your hair down to the contour of your chin, even discerning the intricacies of your skin that radiated vitality. It was a quality of his that had languished in purgatory for countless eons. Compelling his lips to part, his pallid complexion yielded, producing droplets of moisture that emerged, imparting a semblance of colour to his wistful countenance. “But…am stran…ger.”

Resisting the urge to physically shake him by his shoulder before being beyond complex, you huffed and widened your eyes, tears threatening to spill as your emotions swallowed you. “Yes, yes! I know you are a stranger! You could be a sea creature too for all I know, who crawled out the depths of the ocean to lament his sufferings to the surface world! But none of that matters because I know a suffering person when I see one because I too… Please, let me help you. Don’t…give up without trying. Let me help...”

Maglor drew in a slow, measured breath before exhaling. It felt as though some divine intervention, dispatched by the Valar to alleviate his torment, had arrived in the form of your unwavering determination. Perhaps the burden of his endless years wandering the shores had become too much for even the Valar to bear, prompting their counsel for his return. Alternatively, this could be yet another vivid dream, a product of years spent attempting to conjure solace. Regardless, it all seemed serendipitous.

Though he longed to inquire about his fate should he accept, the strength to articulate a single syllable eluded him. As his eyes locked onto yours in search of sincerity, he grappled with the duality of seeking both truth and deceit, yearning for the former.

Setting aside his infamous pride, swallowing it like a scalding-hot, white rod, a new chapter unfolded. The courage amassed since ancient days returned, instilling confidence in his actions. However, the lack of physical strength betrayed him, causing his legs to give way, sending him tumbling into the damp sand. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire to weep at the transformation he had undergone and the shame he carried. Your arms delicately extended, encircling his waist, as he clung to your figure. From a once-great prince to a desolate wanderer in need of mortal compassion, Maglor held onto you as you struggled to lift him onto his feet, leaning his weakened body against yours.

“All is fine, I have you. Just walk with me, small steps and we shall get there safely and securely,” you softly reassured as you carried him towards a new beginning.

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animatorweirdo · 2 years

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Archon’s handmaiden

(This was pretty easy to make and I hope its funny enought)

Requested by anonymous

Warnings; None really. You kill orcs with an electric booba sword.

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You have faithfully served your lady for many years. She had cared for you and trained you for any possible outcome life may throw at you, but you were not prepared to travel to another world by mistake.

You were investigating a mysterious portal with the traveler and lady Ei. No one knew what was on the other side, so you volunteered to go first. It was a foolish decision because the portal had shut down, and you got trapped in this unknown world.

It was overwhelming and frightening because you sensed and saw nothing with your elemental vision. Everything made no sense to you. There were dangerous creatures, so you were more than happy that you had your sword and vision.

These creatures were horrid-looking and violent. You have never seen anything like them before. They didn't possess elemental abilities like hilichurls, so they were easy to deal with, but more always came after next.

You have wandered for a long time and slowly lost hope. Your yukata your lady had gifted you were also getting tattered and dirty. You thought you would never find a way back home or find civilization.

Luckily, you got finally found by people who called themselves elves. They were kind enough to take you in but, unfortunately, took your sword away for safety reasons. They did return it after concluding you were not a threat.

The feanorians, or the seven sons of Feanor, were an interesting bunch. Maedhros was the most reasonable one. Maglor was friendly and curious about the way you dressed. You two conversed about your culture quite a lot, and you learned quite a lot about the elves from him. You enjoy listening to his music. Celegorm and Curufin were a peculiar pair but quite obnoxious. Caranthir frightened you the most, and then there was Amrod and Amras, the twin brothers.

They kept an eye on you because they were suspicious of you. You dressed and talked differently and shared similarities with the people they called Easterlings.

They were curious about you, especially about your peculiar-looking jewelry with the purple gem. You told them it was a vision, and it granted you the power to control lightning and thunder. They didn't exactly believe you. You could have demonstrated, but you chose not to because you were worried about how they would have reacted.

Curufin was curious about your sword, and you allowed him to inspect it. It was a gift from Inazuma's talented smith, and it had served you well during your lifetime.

He was impressed by the design but ridiculed that you shouldn't have such a weapon. You were a human woman, a mere servant to your lady. You didn't look exactly; strong or someone who could fight.

You told them you have fought alongside your lady, the Raiden shogun. You were one of her close confidants and her handmaiden, so she deemed it necessary; that you knew how to fight. She also taught you how to use electro when you earned your vision as an orphaned child.

They didn't believe your claims because how could a peaceful human lady as you could fight in battles. You didn't look strong or someone inclined to fight. You were harmless, like a bunny in a meadow.

You would feel disappointed and annoyed. You might look harmless, but that doesn't mean you are. Judging a book by its cover is the worst mistake anyone could make.

You are a pacifist and wish nothing but peace in life, but you can go on the violent route just as easily as your lady once commenced the vision hunt degree.

Sometimes later, the feanorians were preparing for a battle against the forces of Morgoth. You wished to assist, so you joined the rear guard to defend the injured and the healers.

The feanorians wouldn't have let you join the battle for being a weak human, so you dressed up in their armor and helmet, so they didn't know you were there.

The battle wasn't going great. The feanorian's forces got overrun by the massive numbers of the orcs. You tried to help out as much as you could, but you were struggling to spare elemental energy.

You try to spare it as much as you can so you can use most of it in critical moments, or at least to summon the electro sword if the situation got desperate.

The situation became more critical, and the brother's forces got overrun, and Amrod was about to get killed. His brothers were too far away to reach him, so only you could save him on time.

In a flash and fast as lighting, you blocked the attack. Amrod was shocked, and you quickly pushed him away from harm. You killed the beast but unfortunately ran out of elemental energy. The sky turned grey, and you could feel electricity restoring your powers. It was like your archon lady Ei had to heed your desperation, and your vision shone brighter than ever.

You only saw orcs around you, so you finally decided to summon the electro sword. Your lady had gifted you with a medallion; that allowed you to manifest your power into a sword. It was similar to her weapon, and you pulled it out of your chest.

The sky would thunder with fury, and you slashed your enemies with The eye of stormy judgment.

The orcs were decimated by your strike. They began running away in fright after witnessing your power. You didn't stop there and began slashing them down. The battle would be quickly over, and the elves just watched in stunned silence as you took down their enemy.

The feanorians were especially standing there, shocked and unsure what to do, but they now believed you.

Maedhros

-He will be the most shocked out of the seven. He will require an explanation from you, especially how you pulled a sword out of your chest.

-You would explain your medallion, and he would understand pretty quickly and shake his head because he thought you pulled it out; you know where. He would feel ashamed of himself.

-He will now believe everything you say and is curious about your homeland and how visions worked.

Maglor

-He will be pretty shocked too and bombard you with questions.

-After that, he would be pretty fascinated by your electro powers, and you sometimes show him a few tricks or two.

-He would be inspired to write a few songs about you describing your power and might and the beauty of thunder. You probably earned the nickname Strom maiden from him.

Celegorm

-Boob sword, and he would say it out loud.

-He would ask you if you just stored a fricking sword between your boobs. You would try to explain it, and he still wouldn't get it.

-He would become even more obnoxious company and sometimes cross your personal bubble, so you zap him to tell him to back off. Maedhros told you not to zap Celegorm too much, or he turn dumber than he already is.

Caranthir

-He was one of the ones who didn't believe your story or that you could fight.

-When he saw you pull a sword out of your chest, his brain would break down and try to comprehend what the hell he just watched.

-Couldn't understand and be, like never fucking mind.

Curufin

-Speechless, just utterly speechless.

Amrod and Amras

-Amrod was grateful to be saved, and now he and his brother think you're the coolest human ever.

#silmarillion x reader #maedhros x reader #maglor x reader #celegorm x reader #caranthir x reader #curufin x reader #amrod x reader #amras x reader #feanorians x reader #raiden shogun #baal #genshin impact #ei #electro vision #feanorians headcanons #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #silmarillion scenario

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lamemaster · 2 years

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Does the Flame Envy the Moth?

Finrod & Easterling OMC

Platonic Pairing

“And here I thought that the Elven folk were monogamous.” The King of Nargothrond sat with a perfect posture.

While to most he may seem unfazed, his thoughts were in turmoil. One may come to ask why the eldest son of Finarfin was sharing the same space with a prostitute. A male prostitute of Haradrim at that. How had the two most unlikely people on Arda ended up in the same room?

“You had the correct assumption. My people marry only once in our long life.” The lazy reclining figure of Raza shifted, resting lightly on his side. The elf ignored what could be seen as an alluring gaze as he continued speaking “I came here for the sake of my curiosity.”

Stretching his limbs like a cat in the warm winter sun Raza snorted at the royal “Aaah yes, my lord” he shifted his weight to his dangling leg pushing himself to sit straight once more “I have quite an experience in such matters ask what you like. This lowly one will try his best to please you.” He winked at the flustered elf.

For a moment both of them sat in silence as Raza idly twirled a wayward loose strand from his braid.

Finrod awkwardly cleared his throat. A distant part of him regretted coming to the brothel. It was no place for the likes of him. However, the questions burned too bright in his fea he needed answers desperately.

“Why sell your body when you’re perfectly capable of surviving with other means?” Felagund’s gaze was transfixed on inked tattoos that lingered on several visible spots on the Easterling’s body.

Adjusting several rings that sat on his fingers Raza thought about the answer. “Oh my King, the East does not follow the ways of the West.” He crossed his arms, drumming the prominent muscles of his bicep. “It is not kind to anyone. There are soldiers who fight the dark forces only to lose to them at the end of the day”

Raza pulled at the flimsy clothing that barely held on his shoulder. “There are farmers who mourn the loss of their crops to Morgoth’s sorcery. Their lives matter little to anyone.” Finrod flinched at the direct mention of the dark lord’s name.

Uncaring of his reaction the human continued. “And lastly King Felagund, are men like me” he stepped up from his seat. The knee-length black hair of the color of the night followed his back like a second shadow. He faced the seated elf directly while looking directly into bright gray eyes.

He smiled at the light blush that adorned the face of the elf in his room. “Men like me who are born slaves to either the dark lords of Angband or our very own people.”

Effortlessly lifting the sleeve of his gown Raza pointed at the decorative markings on his arm. “This is my inheritance from my ancestors, my King.”

Without a second thought, Finrod’s hand landed on the obscure drawings. He felt the warmth of blood that ran deep in the veins below the man’s skin. “Did it … was it done at birth?”

Raza didn’t move. He still faced the elf “I don’t remember anymore.” He cursed himself in his mind but he couldn’t stop the words forming on his tongue. “The Mistress told me that I had been dropped off by a merchant. My parents, probably busy tending to barren lands that bore nothing but more debt.”

“How old are you?” Finrod felt a foreign sadness in his heart. His people were guided by the Valar themselves, the Men of the West had been found by him but the East … the East had been forgotten. Left in the dark of evil to fend for itself.

The pity in Finrod’s eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Raza. It irked him. Yet he maintained the mask of nonchalance. He would not give even the King of faraway Elves the satisfaction of knowing his mind. “Exact age is unknown but I am somewhere close to my Twentieth summer.”

The man who spoke so casually of his enslavement would be a mere child to his people. How had they left their own distant kin in such a state? Finrod’s heart mourned for the hardships endured by the youth who now unblinkingly stared back at him in a challenge.

Moving away from the seated King Raza headed towards his dresser. “I reckon my appearance matters little to you, my King. I hope you don’t mind me taking off some of these embellishments, as some would say.”

Finrod shook his head and the Easterling lifted his feet to the dresser. With the ease of daily practice, he took off delicate anklets that rested on the ends of his legs.

Putting away the tinkling anklets Raza stared at the elf from his mirror as he worked on taking off hairpins. The Elven king fiddled with his fingers as he asked his next question, “Do you not wish for love? Does this not hurt you? Would you not like to be loved for more than just your body?”

Fearing judgment in the eyes of the other man in the room Finrod refused to make any eye contact. If the Eldar could sweat the room would be flooded right now.

Brushing his hair Raza pondered about the question. Did love matter to him? Appreciation for his body seemed sufficient on most days. At least this way he was of some value to someone. But what should he tell the elf who sat knocked like an arrow in the most uncomfortable chair in the room?

None had cared enough about East. It wasn’t difficult to discern guilt in the eyes of the elf. Somehow he had managed to blame himself for the entire East.

As if making a choice Raza slammed his comb on the dresser. He carefully pushed his hair to the side and he faced the startled elf. “Love to Men and Elves is a different thing, my lord. While your kind spends decades nurturing these feelings. We men come to this with barely enough time to know ourselves completely.” He paused to let the elven king speak.

He continued when Finrod remained silent “ It is like mining for a diamond in a mine of coal. While someone lucky might find their soulmate, truest of love, on the first try. The rest of us stumble in the dark, and heat. Some might die with a piece of coal clutched and others die cut by their mined diamond.”

The Elven king had long forgotten his notebook. Noticing the engrossed expression Raza continued “The coal might dirty hands and face but a diamond can’t burn itself to warm others.”

Finrod’s eyebrows were scrunched in confusion. He had forgotten all about his confusion. “Pfft.”Raza chuckled at his expression. Maybe the Westerners did not have a talent for metaphors after all.

“What I want to say is that even though I might never find that one truest of love I am still pretty content.” He motioned at the lavish room and pilling jewelry. “These are good enough for me my king. I do not think that love can feed stomachs or provide comfort. In fact, love stories of my people never end with a happy ending.”

Finrod hmmed deep in thought.

“Here you can take the bed, my king.” Setting up the sheets Raza gestured to the king. Standing up instantly Finrod shook his head “Quendi, my people don’t need sleep.” He frantically gestured at Raza.

Shaking his head the Easterling sat down on the chaise right next to the bed. “Fear not my lord I’ll lay here. The laws of my hospitality do not allow any discomfort to my guest.” With this, he plopped himself down on the chaise.

Staring helplessly at the empty bed Finrod sighed and started taking off his shoes. What would Amarie think of him? This bed probably-

“Worry not I do not use my personal rooms for work,” Raza said as he supported his head on his arm.

The Easterling saw the poised elven king panic and turn to explain his intentions back to him.

“Come on my lord! It’s my turn to ask questions. Hurry up.” Interrupting the Elven king’s thoughts Raza felt a sense of accomplishment when Finrod made himself comfortable on the bed.

That night Varda’s stars whispered the tale of the king of Nargothrond and a Haradrim. Maybe they sang a lament of lost kin or just a lullaby to soothe the anxious souls of the children of Illuvatar.

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