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theelvenhaven · 10 months

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Dating Maedhros as a Human

Request: could you do headcanons with maedhros and human!reader </33 - @noldorinpainter

A/N: Of course I can! <3 I am so happy to do this for you!

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- To be perfectly honest, Maedhros was apprehensive first about courting a human, considering your short lifespans compared to his immortality.

- Nonetheless when you told him how you felt, and how you’d rather spend your life with him, happy and loved. Maedhros surprisingly agreed to a courtship despite his usual defensiveness and distance.

- You bring Maedhros a bit out of that self-protective shell of his, as he realizes he doesn’t have all these years to dote or learn to be affectionate with you and take his time.

- That doesn’t mean everything is super quick going, but it just means that Maedhros learns sooner how to be more open with you about himself rather than holing it up all the time.

- Still though there are boundaries that are naturally set in place, that don’t change regardless of whether or not your mortal or not.

- Displays of affection are still going to be an extremely private thing for him, he doesn’t want anyone to see him as vulnerable and weak.

- In public he doesn’t mind the occasional handholding, or you coming to lean against him, and sometimes he’ll let you get away with a kiss to his cheek.

- But other than that kisses and long embraces and cuddling are purely for private times only- chambers, empty studies and sitting rooms.

- The doors will always be locked, that way the two of you can’t be interrupted when he is wanting to dote on you affectionately and in private.

- Because you are human, Maedhros looks at you to be extra fragile knowing healing and your life works so much differently than his own.

- As a result it makes him really protective over you and your care, though he is very subtle in how he expresses his overprotectiveness as he doesn’t want to make you feel as though he is suffocating you.

-Every time you get sick, you can absolutely expect that Maedhros is on top of making sure that you get the care that you need to make you feel better.

- With him hovering over the Healers as well to make sure that they are diligent in taking care of you and he doesn’t really care if it seems like it’s too much.

- Maedhros wants to make sure that you recover fully and without any difficulties at that.

- Because he is so protective over you, you can absolutely expect that your safety is his top priority and he is constantly making sure that you either know how to defend yourself or have someone who can help protect you.

- Regardless of your thoughts on it, Maedhros teaches you how to wield a dagger at the very least, so you if you find yourself in a compromising position, you can fend off your attackers.

- He won’t really accept any arguments on why you don’t want to do it, it is a requirement, and helps put his mind at ease when you agree to it.

- If you are willing and ask, he will also teach you how to wield a sword.

- Any travels that you might have to make on your own that he cannot attend, expect that you will have a small guard with you to help keep you safe.

- It is non-negotiable, Maedhros would rather be safe than sorry, losing you any sooner than he has to worry about would be unbearable.

- Though at home Maedhros will seem really relaxed with you around in Himring, but he’s intermittently checking on you somehow or another, though it is very discreet.

- Should anyone try and bully you- spread rumors, sully your reputation, speak ill towards you, they will indeed be met with Maedhros’ wrath.

- He will make sure to make them regret for every trying to do you harm in such a manner.

- Eru forbid if they try to lay hands on you, it’s not often he likes to get physical but he absolutely will subdue someone who tries to lay their hands on you.

- Maedhros loves you, you mean everything to him and he will make sure that your life with him is well spent with him.

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silmawensgarden · 9 months

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Stages of acceptance

Maedhros x reader

Prompt: Hi! I loved your young Maedhros request/fic and I was wondering if I could request Maedhros x reader and they are reunited in Valinor after the destruction of the Ring and Sauron (e.g. reader had remained in Middle Earth and only left with Elrond once the ring was destroyed)? Thank you!

Requested by anonymous

A/n: I know it's taken long for me to get this one out. Though I tried my best to imagine a good scenario for this one so I hope you enjoy it! → It has some hurt/angst in it but its hurt with comfort. I hope the end is sweet enough to make up for it. ❤

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: angst/hallucinations/mentions of death

The time has finally come for you to return to valinor. Three ages have passed and the fourth was about to begin. The reign of the elves has waned into nothing. You are standing at the front of the boat, greeted by the salty air of the sea. This is the last ship to depart from the grey havens. You feel a mixture of joy, anticipation and fear. Your stomach churning uncomfortably from the feelings.

Your arrival in Valinor means that you must face someone you haven't seen since the earliest age. He's bound to be there, watching by the shore like a hawk for a sign of your existence. You don't know if you even want to face him after all these years. His death was like a poorly aimed arrow to the heart; a supposedly fatal blow, but instead turned into a curse you had to live with for the rest of your life. The nightmares made his death seem like it happened yesterday. The hollow look in his eyes as he fell into the flaming inferno remained fresh in your memories. The nightmares have subsided to some degree these days, but occassionaly you would still need the help of Elrond to be grounded into reality. Those days are the worst, in those moments dream and reality fuse together into horrible hallucinations that take days to recover from.

It took some convincing from Elrond to get you aboard the ship. Your hesitance was peculiar to them because you hardly ever divulged any information about your past. From the time you spent fighting in the first two ages of the world to a good while before your impromptu arrival in Imladris. They only know that you are one of the elves who left valinor in the first age. Not exactly an ideal amount of trust you gave them, but at the time it felt like the safest option.

What else could you have done? Tell them you'd been the ever faithful companion to a kinslayer? It would've been a far too harsh pill to swallow for a first meeting. Occasionally your story would fray at the edges, it made you wonder if any of them ever noticed the minor discrepancies between each recollection of the tales you told them.

Now that you thought about it, you haven't been truthful with him either. The one person you felt like running to and from at the same time. Especially now..... the thought of facing him was excruciating. You hadn't bothered to write to him, let alone use osanwe....the spiritual link between your fëar had remained all these years. Yet you refused to participate in the ages long tug-of-war your souls had been playing. Was it better this way?

You felt a firm hand on your shoulder, drawing you out of your spiralling thoughts. "Y/n, what is the matter? You have been completely mentally unavailable during our journey."

It was Elrond. A deep frown etched into his face. You felt a bit guilty about all the silent stewing but you weren't so sure if you should come clean right this instant or not. You were willing to take the bait in the end, after all you'd be spending quite some time together in Valinor. Even more so, Elrond was a trusted friend and companion to you, one you didn't want to lose.

"Elrond....I believe it is time for me to have a lengthy conversation with you. I have not been 100% truthful with you these past years."

You turn around to look at him and see an expression of surprise with thinly veiled concern on his face. Elrond nods and the both of you sit down a little further away from the other elves for privacy. "What is it that you wish to tell me y/n?" He asks.

"I have not told you the full truth of my identity. I believe you are aware of the Fëanorians? Specifically Maedhros...."

After a good hour of talking it had become clear that you had been involved with Maedhros quite closely. In return Elrond had shared with you his own interactions that he and his brother had with the eldest Fëanorians. Fond memories, but also the hardships that came with the turbulent times they had to live through. Elrond was not happy with you keeping the information to yourself all these years, it upset him that you never gave him any insight on your horrible hallucinations. Because now he also knew the reason behind them, had he known sooner he could've helped you earlier and easier.

However despite your silence he was not angry at you. Most of the upset had come from a place of wanting what was best for you, not because he had felt cross about your involvement with Maedhros. In the end you and Elrond remained good friends if not even better friends now that he knew who you were.

It wasn’t long before it was announced that the shores of Aman were in sight. The news made you freeze up. You knew that you would now have to face Maedhros face to face. So you braced yourself for the conversation ahead of you.

The moment you stepped onto dry land your soul felt like it was being squeezed tight by something, a tight grip that told you it wouldn’t let go. Within seconds after you felt this feeling you caught a sliver of fiery red hair in the back of the crowd.

Him.

Anxiety pooled into your stomach as you felt yourself being pushed forward by the people behind you. It seemed like every sound around you had become dull, save for your own heartbeat. The fast paced thumping in your ears was the only thing you could hear. You saw Elrond speaking to you for a brief moment, but your mind did not register what he said. You set out towards the last spot you had seen the tiny speck of red hair. Partially hoping for the confrontation.

When you arrived at the spot there was no-one to greet you. He had apparently already left. The thumping had alleviated some but you were still processing your surroundings as if through a blanket of thick fog. Everything felt slow and dull. Your feet dragged you over towards a pathway that was all too familiar. You followed the road towards a familiar place mindlessly. Your feet stopped short by a riverbank. There he sat on a rock, his copper hair now long and swaying in the wind.

“So you have found it in you to return home, y/n.” He spoke slowly. It was deeper than you remembered and a little bit raspy, as if he had been screaming the night before. You stepped closer to him, now standing right behind him.

“Let me then simply state what is on my mind, why have you never bothered to send me letters y/n? You even refused to use osanwe with me, despite our status…….” He said solemnly. It was clear he was unhappy with your lack of communication.

“Maedhros….. I was so caught up with the destruction of the one ring and finding a way to defeat Sauron that I haven’t paid anything else any thought…..and I was also deeply wounded by your death. I was unable to respond to anything properly since. Including your bids for connection.” You fumbled over your words here and there during your explanation, partially knowing that it was a rather weak excuse that he may not accept. After all he was known to carry on until he could no more.

“Was it worth it?” His words stung like a papercut. You knew by the tone of his voice that it was meant to sound cold and removed, but his true feelings shone through underneath the façade. Saltiness. Maedhros the tall was feeling salty. You pondered for a moment on what to do, you still loved him dearly and didn’t want to give him up. So you made up your mind.

“Maitimo….I am sorry for my lack of heartfelt response in those times when you reached out to me. I was unable to move past my own issues to reciprocate what you had given me all those years before and I am ashamed of it. I hope that you are perhaps still willing to give this another chance….I would be most grateful, if you’ll have me…” A lone tear slipped from your eye. You felt cross with yourself for your cowardice, maybe even your horrible dreams could’ve been eased if you had leaned into him back then. Unfortunately many things we only realize once we have been pushed onto the end of the road.

Maedhros’ form stiffened up at your confession, slowly turning around to face you. His face was stoic. Forcing yourself to make eye contact with him you saw the slightest flash of a deep heartfelt emotion in his eyes. You were now so close to each other that you could feel his breath on your face. In a moment of madness induced confidence you threw your arms around him into a bone crushing hug, refusing to let go. The lone tear now turned into full fledged waterworks. You felt your body being slowly pulled closer to him, a soft kiss was pressed to your cheek. In that moment your fëar had finally reconnected after two ages of separation.

A relieved smile graced Maedhros’ face as he whispers close to your ear; “Welcome home, melda…”.

#maedhros x reader request #maedhros x reader #maedhros #maedhros one shot #maedhros imagine #maitimo #nelyafinwe #house of feanor #feanorians #sons of feanor #silmarillion #tolkien #elves

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animatorweirdo · 3 months

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A Dream or Reality?

Finrod had unknowingly changed his fate when he met a hunter from another world.

(This is a fic I kinda abandoned in my WIPs and have no motivation or what so ever to edit or do proper work on it, so there are certain mistakes. A crossover between Silmarillion and Bloodborne. I didn't want to simply put it in the trash, so I hope you like it. Another note: I haven't played Bloodborne, so I'm sorry if some of the things are wrong. )

Warnings: violence, blood, reader scaring most of the elves, using a gun, a lot of fighting, mentions of getting eaten by a wolf, and reader coming to rescue Finrod.

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Finrod’s first encounter with you was strange and sudden.

He was on patrol with his men, seeking something else to do besides his royal duties and ensuring no orcs were hiding in his lands, trying to find out the location of his kingdom.

The patrol was going more easily than he expected, so he allowed himself and his men to take a break at a river, enjoying the sounds of the flowing river and letting the horses drink after hours of riding. The sun was at its highest, so Finrod was certain no orc or other creature of darkness would ambush them at such a peaceful hour.

That was it till he heard shooting in the distance.

The horses were startled by the sudden sounds of what seemed to sound like explosions. Finrod had never heard such sounds before, so he didn’t know what to call them. However, the sounds were then accompanied by the howls of wargs– sounds which he knew very well and gave him a feeling something serious was happening.

Finrod rallied his men and rode to investigate, following the sounds, which became louder as he got closer. He then arrived at a scene of a lone edain fending off a pack of wargs.

You were shooting down the wargs one by one with a strange projectile-like weapon that created an explosion from the top of its pipe and sent something small yet fast flying at the wargs, killing them instantly.

In your other hand, you held a strange saw-like weapon that seemed to be folded in a way, using it to cut down the wargs that came too close for your liking. It suddenly changed form as you plunged it into the warg’s chest and threw the beast over your shoulder, letting it die on the ground as your weapon changed back.

Finrod was surprised, to say at least. Your weapons were strange yet efficient contraptions.

With his elven sight, he noticed your movements and reactions getting slower and clumsier. You also left a trail of blood in your steps, so it was clear you were injured and would soon get mauled by the pack if he didn’t do something. You were clearly getting too exhausted to handle the wargs by yourself, so he needed to step in and save you before it was too late.

He ordered his men to shoot down the rest of the wargs as he came to you, dropping down from his horse when you fell to the ground, obviously exhausted and wounded.

However, before he could touch you or even ask to see your injuries – you pushed your weapon at him, breathing heavily and with fear in your eyes. Finrod stayed still, trying not to startle you even though he was unnerved by the scent of something burning within the pipe of your weapon. He saw what it did to the wargs, so he was not keen on finding out what it could do to him, especially from such close range.

His men were ready to shoot you, but he told them to stand back.

Your hold on the weapon was shaking, and the frightened look in your eyes told him you had never seen his kind before and the rush of fighting to stay alive was still affecting you.

Finrod remained calm and slowly but gently assured you he was a friend and wanted to help.

You cautiously laid your weapon down, confused by his fair appearance and calming voice but convinced he was not a monster or an illusion to trick your mind. He offered to check on your wounds, but before you could say anything – the blood loss you had suffered during the fight made you lose consciousness.

Concerned, he quickly took you to his kingdom and left you in the care of the healers, who tried their best to stabilize your condition even though the odds seemed to be against you. He feared you would die despite his efforts, but luckily, you survived and fell into a deep sleep.

He left you to rest in peace, letting the healers watch over you and wait for you to awaken from your sleep. However, he was confused when they told him about the unusual healing speed of your wounds. They had given you medicine, but your injuries seemed to have recovered in a matter of a day without leaving scars. It was like you were never in a fight in the first place.

It was way too quick for a human, and not only that — you also seemed to be bothered by an illness of sorts.

Finrod was concerned by the news, but he knew he could not do much about your condition. He will only find out when you wake up and tell him who you are and what this sickness was.

It took a few days for you to recover, and when you finally woke up, you were startled to see yourself in a new place without your weapons and dark garments they took to be fixed and washed from the blood. It was a good thing Finrod was visiting when you woke up because you nearly wounded some of the healers in your panic.

It was chaotic, but Finrod managed to calm you down before you accidentally injured his people.

He tried to talk to you when you calmed down and went back to rest on the bed. You seemed much more docile around him but did not utter a word. Strangely, you seemed to be trying to figure out if you were in a dream of sorts or trying to find something hiding in the corners. At least taken by your constant cautious and suspicious look in your eyes.

It was such a strange behavior. Finrod could definitely tell you were not from Beleriand since everything seemed so new and strange for you, minus your weapons and clothes, which were strangely fashioned.

But when you spoke for the first time, he was both delighted and even more perplexed.

“Is this a dream?” you asked him.

Finrod was not certain how to answer since you looked at him seriously, yearning for the answer to your question. It gave him thoughts if you had something to do with dreams before that had greatly affected your mind.

He assured you were not in a dream, and everything was real. You didn’t seem very convinced but took the answer and didn’t speak much.

When he asked where you were from; you told him you were from a city called Yharnam which he was not familiar with like you weren’t familiar with Nargothrond or Middle Earth.

It was one of the last times you spoke so much. Now you mostly answered with hums and nods.

Finrod took you for a quiet person, so he didn’t push you to talk when he started visiting you, bringing some sweets and filling you in about his people and the kingdom and the world outside.

You listened attentively and rarely answered his questions with words.

You told him you were a hunter and your home had been plagued with a terrible disease that turned people into monsters. Your task was to hunt these monsters while trying to find a cure for the illness within you.

Finrod felt sympathetic for you, especially when there was no known cure yet for your illness.

The last thing you remember was an odd feeling taking over you during a fight then you woke up somewhere unknown, ambushed by the pack of wargs.

Since it would take time for you to find a way back to your home. Finrod allowed you to stay and even offered the help of his healers to find a cure for your illness.

You gratefully accepted the offer even though you had doubts even his healers could find the cure and thus – your stay in Nargothrond began.

Finrod’s people felt unease by your presence when you got better and started walking around. You were quiet and dressed strangely. They had also heard about the weapons you possessed, so no one dared to approach you.

You followed Finrod around like a shadow, listening to him and rarely speaking. It intimidated the elves of Nargothrond even though their king did not seem to mind, already used to your silence.

Celegorm, however, decided to test your patience, throwing slight insults and trying to gain any reaction from you. It was pretty clear to you, so you paid him no mind and continued with your own business, talking with Finrod and working with the healers on the possible cure for you.

It of course made him try harder, but you have faced darker things, so his jabbing was nothing thus there was nothing to gain by ingulding his attention-seeking behaviour, so it was rather easy.

When Finrod couldn’t contain his curiosity anymore, he asked you about your weapons, especially about the projectile weapon that made explosions.

You were confused till you realized he was talking about your pistol, so you then gave a brief explanation and even demonstrated how to use it on the training grounds, blowing the targets with your bullets and startling the bystanders with its explosive sounds.

You even demonstrated your saw-cleaver in both of its forms.

Finrod was fascinated though he did not like the sounds your pistol made in its use.

You were interesting company even though you didn’t talk much. You spent most of your time with him or enjoying the calmness of nature since you were rather reluctant to interact with anyone else. Finrod had hoped you would spend some time with other people, making friends and acquaintances since it seemed you might stay in Nargothrond for longer. Your reasoning was you shouldn't make attachments that might not last or because you might never see them again. It was logical in a way, but still. To his delight, you did start interacting with his loyal friend Edrahil, who was often seen scolding you for scaring other elves with your looming presence even as a joke. He had a feeling you liked it in a way since Edrahil did not seem to bear any fear toward you.

The day finally arrived when Barahir’s son, Beren, came to seek his aid in a quest. Finrod knew the day would eventually come, but to reclaim a silmaril from Morgoth’s crown, he hoped it would have been something else, especially when the two sons of Feanor spoke against him and convinced his own people against partaking in the quest, save for Edrahil and a handful of people, who were willing to join.

You were willing to join to repay for his kindness, but Finrod convinced you to stay behind. You have been healed from your injuries, but since you were ill. It would be best for you to stay behind with his people, so they could continue researching the cure for you.

You did not like the sound of him going on his own with only a handful of people to steal from Morgoth. But you did not like trying to talk back to him. He was too convincing, so you stayed behind.

But as Finrod suspected, he, Beren, and his company barely made past Sirion and got captured by Sauron. He tried to fight back the wicked lieutenant of Morgoth, but his power proved to be too great and they were trapped in a dungeon with a ravenous wolf who began eating his companions one by one.

Hope seemed lost, but he couldn't bring himself to give up easily and let Beren die, so he was prepared to die.

But in the darkness, he heard a sound that sparked hope within his heart, the gunshot of your pistol.

You had come.

You were shooting Sauron's werewolves left and right as they charged at you. You pulled out your saw-spear and plunged it into one of the beasts, letting its blood dress the bridge that was now collecting bodies of werewolves.

You pulled out your weapon, letting it click back into its primary form and the werewolf fell dead on your feet. The hound, Huan, stood beside you as it had fought alongside you. You gazed at the tower before you.

You have faced several foes, so you did not fear. However, this time you hoped you would get to Finrod just in time before fate's claws would take him. Determined, you clogged your gun and prepared for a fierce fight to save your friend.

#silmarillion x reader #tolkien #silmarillion #silmarillion imagines #middle earth imagines #silm fic #silmarillion one shot #finrod x reader #finrod one shot #hunter reader #middle earth x reader #bloodborne x reader

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lordgrimwing · 29 days

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Brewing Darkness #05

[For C+C week hosted by @candcweek. Prompt: Contrast]

It would have been easier to just say that Celegorm came back different, Curufin admitted to himself, tossing another pitchfork-full of hay from the barn loft to the mangers below, but he couldn’t say for sure Celegorm was different or if, in his absence, Curufin had forgotten how he was really like—how his laugh cracked sharp and loud like a whip, how he watched people with the same intensity as four-legged game, how he knew just what to say to pick a fight, how rough he could be during sex if Curufin didn’t restrain him. Had he missed his brother so much over the months since he ran off that he’d imagined a softer version of him to soothe the aching wound inside him?

He didn’t think so.

(Caranthir rather smugly told him that, no, Celegorm hadn’t changed, he was just finally done playing nice and picking favorites. Their brother, Caranthir said, was exactly like he remembered)

But even if Celegorm was different, did it matter?

The whole family changed in his absence. The things he did around the homestead still needed to be done. In the beginning, everyone said they were only filling in until he came back, but months passed and they got used to the new routine until it felt normal, until there wasn’t a visible hole left behind. When he returned, leading his gray mare, field dressed elk flung over her back like he’d only been away on one of his hunts with Aredhel, the spot he’d left wasn’t there any more.

Did it matter if his presence felt jarring and wrong sometimes? Did it matter if the shiver that went up Curufin’s back when he grinned at him sometimes felt like a knife scraping over his skin?

The sharp edges would wear down with time. Things would feel right again.

He’d been telling himself that for weeks now.

Mangers filled, he leaned the pitchfork against the wall and climbed down from the loft, stomach grumbling for dinner. Before, Celegorm saw to the animals in the evening, fed them, hauled water from the well, but Curufin and Maglor took over that chore. They hadn’t considered giving it back yet.

Maybe that was part of the problem. Celegorm couldn’t fit back into the family if they didn’t make room for him. No wonder he spent more time in town and alone in the woods now when there wasn’t anything for him to do here.

Distracted by his thoughts, Curufin didn’t realize he was walking past the gray mare’s stall. There was no greater proof that Celegorm’s old spot was gone than how everyone else seemed to have lost hard learned lessons about his horse.

The horse raised her head from the hay as the elf walked past. With an angry snort, she lunged for the stall door. Her teeth collided with the side of Curufin’s head as she tried to grab his hair.

He swore and dove to the farside of the aisle where Maedhros’ giant gelding stuck his shaggy head out to see what the ruckus was about. The vile mare snorted, pinned her ears back and extended her neck to try to nip the gelding. He tossed his head to the side (he was too tall to toss it up) and went back to his food.

“You haven’t changed,” Curufin grumbled at his brother’s beloved, temperamental horse as he rubbed the sore spot on his head (it matched the sore spots elsewhere gifted to him by Celegorm).

She snorted and kicked the door.

“Same to you,” He grumbled and left before she got any more worked up.

The walk across the yard to the house was quiet.

Nights became steadily quieter after Celegorm left and his dogs slowly disappeared. They were always disappearing, whether because they were killed by a predator, found a place with better food, or just got lost in the shifting trees and mountains. More often than not, those that wandered back were shot to put them out of their misery. Normally he was always bringing more home or paying extra attention to new litter of puppies so that the population stayed fairly stable. Once he ran off, though, no one replaced the ones that vanished, until only a handful remained. The nights were quieter without the dogs. No one cared (at least not enough to go looking for replacements in town).

Only, the night bird calls seemed to be disappearing too over the last few weeks. They were all growing discomforted by the building silence. Fëanor had taken to shutting himself in a shed with some project late into the night as he worried over the changes.

Something moved in the corner of Curufin’s eye. He took two quick steps toward the house before chastising himself for being so jumpy. The homestead was safe. There was no reason to act like a scared child alone in the dark just because things were a little unsettled. He turned to look for whatever had startled him.

“Hey, Curu,” Celegorm said, slinking out from the shadowed trees. He had a bow and quiver of arrows slung over one shoulder but his hands were empty.

Curufin’s chest relaxed. He hadn’t realized Celegorm went hunting and it was rather late to be walking alone, but everyone was adjusting to a new normal. “No luck today?”

Celegorm smiled. “I was just practicing.”

“Pa doesn’t want anyone in the woods after sundown.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. It wasn’t exactly a new rule, the dense forest grew harder to navigate with every passing year, but their father became more serious about everyone being in the glen by nightfall since last summer (since Aredhel crawled home and Celegorm went chasing after her abductor).

“I lost track of time.” He said it in that way that always meant he knew he did something he shouldn’t and would do it again. He got them into the best kind of trouble when they were kids.

The smile was mostly nostalgia. “At least you haven’t missed supper.”

“You’d feed me, anyway, even if I did,” Celegorm said, throwing an arm around his shorter brother’s shoulder and giving him an affectionate squeeze as they walked to the kitchen door. His hand and shirt sleeve were wet and cold against Curufin. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Only if you brought something for me to cook.” They spent many fond nights over stewed rabbit or fowl.

Celegorm barked out a laugh, sudden and loud in the silent yard. “I’ll be sure to bring you something fresh.” His hand squeezed Curufin’s arm, fingernails nipping at his skin.

#uh oh #me and *the entity* are rubbing our proverbial hands together so hard right now #one more c+c snap shot to go to finish off their relationship --- i mean the week #celegorm's mare is a monster #she has killed and she'll do it again #she's the meanest crankiest horse #celegorm #curufin #c+c week 2024 #old gods au #the silmarillion #grimwing writes

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eunoiaastralwings · 7 months

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

Found Again

featuring rog x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

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

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

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

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

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

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

His beat rapidly with each step.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N. . .?”

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

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

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

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

“. . . Rōka.”

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

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

“You’re safe. . . you’re here. . .”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do try and rest, Y/N. . .”

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

“I can’t. . .”

You mumbled quietly – your voice barely audible.

“I’m scared to. . .”

You admitted.

“Scared of what, elen?” (star).

He asked – his voice was tender laced with concern.

“Scared it’s. . . all a dream. . .”

You almost whimpered.

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

You said scared – your bottom lip quivering.

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

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

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

A determination that inspired you.

“Read to me. . .?”

You smiled – your eyes softly connecting with his eyes.

“I was hoping you would ask.”

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

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

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

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

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There King Finrod Felagund, hastening from the south, was cut off from his people and surrounded with small company in the Fen of Serech; and he would have been slain or taken, but Barahir came up with the bravest of his men and rescued him, and made a wall of spears about him; and they cut their way out of the battle with great loss.

Will Fletcher as Finrod Felagund in Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (2022)

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annoyinglandmagazine · 1 year

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Russingon fic set in late 19th century England

Fingon had just gotten over the grass ridge when he’d seen the tell tale red curls glinting on the path ahead of him ‘Maitimo!’ He waved his hand frantically and pulled his satchel to his chest to avoid spilling his things everywhere as he dashed down the hill laughing in exhilaration as he did. He fell into step next to him with some difficulty due to his substantially shorter legs as Maitimo turned to smile at him. ‘You doing ok there Finno?’ Maitimo teased with a little smirk while Fingon stopped a moment to catch his breath. ‘Mhmm,’ he panted, ‘Oh, did you finally get your name Sindarised?’ he enquired as an afterthought. ‘I did yes. I’m going by Maedhros now.’ ‘Well it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my dear Maedhros. You may call me Fingon.’ He said with an exaggeratedly posh accent while bending to kiss the other man’s hand.

Maedhros laughed at his antics and intertwined their arms cheerfully continuing to walk at a slower pace. ‘So what’s going on for you at the moment Fingon? Aredhel’s still chaotic as ever I imagine given the amount of time she’s spending with my brother’s.’ Fingon took a moment to appreciate how truly beautiful Maedhros looked when he was happy. He was so rarely at ease even when it was just the two of them but in those moments when he was relaxed and comfortable he seemed to glow with warmth and light.

‘Oh nothing much. I did get this in the post though.’ He said casually, pulling out an envelope. Maedhros stopped turning to look him in the eyes. ‘Have you opened it?’ he said slowly. ‘No.’ ‘When did it arrive?’ ‘Last week’ ‘Finno.’ Fingon shoved his hands into his pocket walking a few paces before circling back. ‘Look I know alright! But what if I don’t get in! You spent ages studying for those exams and you’re so much smarter than I am-’ ‘That’s not true Finno-’ ‘Yes it is! I just- I’m so nervous Mae!’

‘Findekano.’ Maedhros held Fingon’s hands still and put his palm to his cheek. ‘You are an incredibly smart and resilient person and you will be fine. Now if you don’t want to open it I can do it for you if that would help.’ Fingon breathed deeply and handed him the envelope, holding his breath the whole time. When Maedhros looked at the letter he folded it over and turned back to Fingon silently. ‘Fingon, I am so sorry,’ and his heart plummeted as he thought of back up options.

‘I’m afraid you’ll have to have me as your roommate again.’ It took a few seconds and then he snapped his eyes back up to Maedhros who was still looking at him solemnly but his eyes were twinkling. ‘What?!’ ‘You got in!’ Maedhros grinned and Fingon shrieked throwing himself into Maedhros’ arms as he spun him around into the air, laughing with joy in wild abandon. Then he smacked him lightly on the shoulder just when he was being put down.

‘You prick! Never do that to me again!’ Though it was hard to keep a straight face while his hands were very much still running through the mane of wild red curls. ‘You’re going to need to work on your flirting skills if you’re going to be going to university Finno.’ Maedhros grinned while wrapping his arm around Fingon’s waist. ‘And why would I need to do that? Unless you want me to suddenly develop an interest in the opposite gender, you’re the only person I’d ever need to flirt with and everything works on you.’ Maedhros put his hand on his hip putting on a shocked expression ‘Findekano Nolofinwean, did you just call me easy?’

Fingon went up on his toes to kiss him and Maedhros found it very difficult to stay offended.

#Silmarillion #tolkien #russingon #maedhros #fingon #historical au #I will possibly play around with this AU a bit #Probably just in one shots but you never know #I was thinking about a boarding school fic set in around this era #Let me know if that’s something you think you’d be interested in

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comment-exchange · 11 months

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298. Meetings, Farewells, and Parting Gifts (The Silmarillion)

Title: Meetings, Farewells, and Parting Gifts Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41027976 Platform: Ao3 Creator: Erdariel Fandom: The Silmarillion Rating: General audiences Pairing: None Word count: 2,341 Warnings: None Number of comments: 14 Completion Status: Complete Summary: Morgoth has been defeated and the War of Wrath is over. Eärendil has to return to his task of sailing the Void beyond the world, but first he wants to see his sons again. Hugs and talking happen

#ao3 #ff #submission #gen #sme #2k #14c #complete #one shot #Erdariel #The Silmarillion #archive of our own #fanfiction

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lamemaster · 1 year

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Origins of Love (Thranduil x Reader)

Thranduil finds himself seated in an aloof corner of his library. A book chosen for the night and his wineglass next to him. Another day of his life as the King had come to an end.

Another day that he spent detesting the act of existence. Maybe...if he were better he would treasure life. He would look for his son who has been gone for months. But he is not the elf he once was. Weariness lays heavy on his shoulders.

Sighing he picks up the book only for a withered page to fall in his lap. Its edges folded yet, time had preserved it. Curious Thranduil flipped it open.

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To the King of Greenwood the Great,

How does one come to love? I have always wondered about this question. Is it the strings of fate that pull two people or is the will of those people that bring them together in bond so special?

Reading books and listening to tales I thought maybe it was the beauty of thought and face that nurtured love. Some argued that it was the alignment of stars. While others contended that it was the matching of interests that led to it. Gods, fate, looks, personality. All seemed right but wrong at the same time.

I looked for love for so long. I knocked at all the doors others claimed to find it from. But all failed.

Even the open seas of Lindon promised the same confinement of my own mind and heart.

However, soon the answer came to me like a prancing doe in your thick forest. A haughty Sinda with the most curt replies to even the most pleasant greetings was the answer.

I found that it could lead to an attraction of virtues, faith, fate, or beauty but love stems from vices. It slithers in like a vicious snake and crouches in the heart. And despite the venom, the heart can't help but beat.

Love comes with the acceptance of a person despite their vices. And I have accepted you for all of yours. Your excessive drinking, your scathing remarks, and your prevalent tendencies to be obnoxious at the most unwarranted times.

These and other vices have failed to stop me from loving you. Such has been the case for ages. Instead, these vices fashion themselves into your infamous parties, your hilarious wit that I adore, your glorious cloaks that make me unable to look away from you.

Thranduil I am in love with you and your flaws. So much in love that I can't fathom any wrong in you.

Dragon burns or outward beauty matters little to me. I yearn for you and all of you not a figment of the past. I urge you to allow me to meet you and tell you how much I am in love with you in front of you while I hold your hand.

Let me be a part of your grief. Let me be a part of healing.

Waiting for You,

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Thranduil's hands tremble as he barely holds on to the letter. Your letter from so long ago when he just became the King of Greenwood. After he had returned burned from the external flames of the dragon and continued burning ire the of his father's loss.

He had locked himself away from a world crueler than ever. He had done that uncaring of you. He isolated himself but in doing so he alienated you.

The letter had gone unread in his anguish. Buried in the pages of an unread book. He had kept you waiting for so long and you waited until life left you.

So, alone, the King of once Greenwood the Great, which is now Mirkwood, waits. He waits for a day he can meet you on the shores untouched by sorrow.

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theelvenhaven · 9 months

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Interrupted Lazy Morning

Feanor x Reader 2.1k Words * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was until you heard;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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silmawensgarden · 11 months

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Carrots make a strange bouquet

Maedhros x reader

Prompt: May I ask for a fluffy fic or headcanon, whichever is easier? Perhaps a young Maedhros back in Valinor attempting to court reader for the first time and he's a bit nervous about approaching due to his massive crush. Thank you in advance 🌻

Requested by @a-contemplation-upon-flowers

A/n: I attempted something fluffy and a little awkward to better portray his first-time-confessing jitters. It's a bit shorter than I'd like to deliver but I hope you like it!

Word count: 900 Warnings: none :)

Maedhros has been pacing around his room for the past two hours. He has something of great importance on his mind. This thing of great importance, would be you. For the past 50 years he has grown extremely attached to you. A fondness has grown in his heart. Like the lovely blooms in spring, these feelings are now waiting to unfurl. He just doesn't know how to breach the subject to you, let alone approach you confidently.

He huffs in annoyance, an emotion not often seen in him. He slams the paper back onto his desk and turns his back to it. It was a poem, he wrote it as a way to confess his love to you. Maglor advised him to do so. However after writing the poem, and reading it a few hundred times, it just doesn't seem to suffice anymore. Not at all actually. So he stops his pacing and changes his course towards the garden. He knows exactly who he is looking for to help him with this issue.

He races down the large staircase, nearly knocking one of his brothers off the stairs. A string of curses is hurled at him, but he doesn't hear it nor is he interested in hearing them. He has more important things to attend to.

"Ammë? How can I confess my feelings to them? I've been fond of them for quite some time now." He sits in the cabbage patch his mother cultivated. Prodding at an innocent cabbage rather absentmindedly. Nerdanel has quite the expansive garden, full of vegetables, fruits and even cutting flowers. It's close to the first harvest season, many things can be harvested already.

Nerdanel looks back at him over her shoulder and chuckles. "Maitimo, I think the best way to confess to them is to simply do it. I have seen the way they look at you, I am certain your feelings will be returned." Maedhros frowns for a moment and a light blush washes over his cheeks. Just the thought of having to approach you with this makes his stomach feel like he swallowed a beehive.

He is momentarily shaken out of his stupor when his mother asks him to collect some strawberries, and afterwards to check which carrots can be harvested. Nerdanel planted an early harvest variety, Yavanna had given her some of the newest seeds her maiar had cultivated in the previous seasons.

Maedhros trots over to the carrot patch, his nerves are getting the best of him in this moment. Despite the fair weather and the bright light of laurelin he still walks with heavy steps, as if he has lead tied to his legs. He is completely unaware of what is happening around him.

You were on your way back from the market and remembered that you had gotten an invitation from Nerdanel to come view some of her newest plants. The both of you had bonded quickly from the moment you met. You both enjoyed the arts and had a fondness for gardening. You smile and change your direction to the Fëanorian household instead. Curious to maybe see more than just the newest plants. Perhaps you'd catch a glimpse of Maedhros there too!

When you arrived you heard two familiar voices in the garden. Nerdanel's and that of Maedhros. You stop and hide behind one of the jasmine bushes. You know very well that eavesdropping is not exactly considered good manners, unfortunately your curiosity has overthrown your sense of reason in this moment.

Who are they talking about...?

You didn't catch whom they spoke of and decided that it would be better to simply make your presence known. You glanced up towards an oak tree that stood close to the road. Hearing a heavy rustle of leaves on a windless day. You were brought up properly after all, not dragged, unlike some people. These people appear to enjoy eavesdropping from oak trees.

You shake your head and walk out of your hiding spot. Walking towards Nerdanel and maedhros. Maedhros is sitting with his back towards you, he appears to be busy with the carrots. You greet Nerdanel, who seems to be surprised at your visit. Maedhros doesn't seem to hear you at all. Lost in his own thoughts, mumbling about something.

You talk with Nerdanel for a moment, attempting to figure out how that invitation came to you in the first place. Maedhros finally snaps out of his musings. "Ammë, I think I am going to visit y/n. I must tell them of my feelings before they consume me entirely!" He gets up to leave and turns around, still bent over, now nearly nose to nose with you.

His eyes widen in shock, the realization dawning on him that you heard his plan. More importantly overheard his feelings for you in such a flat way, no romance at all! His throat felt like it was being stitched closed. He could only stare at you with a wild blush on his face.

"I......don't think I've ever received a bouquet of carrots as a courting gift before....?" you say, trying to suppress a laugh from ripping out of your throat. Maedhros looks at you with pure shock and disbelief on his face. Slowly his eyes trail down to his hands, realizing that he was in fact holding a large bunch of carrots.

Indeed as if to gift them to you like flowers.....

#maedhros x reader #maedhros #silm #silmarillion #tolkien #feanorians #sons of feanor #maedhros imagine #one shot #fluff #maedhros one shot #maitimo #nelyafinwe #silmawensgarden

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animatorweirdo · 1 year

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Imagine reuniting with Maedhros in Valinor

(I’m sorry that this took a bit longer. I had to rewrite to make it better, so I hope you enjoy it.)

After several years living in Valinor with nothing but memories, you are finally reunited with your beloved.

Requested by @wandererindreams

Warnings; mentions of captivity, death, killing, a break up, angst, trauma, reunion, hopefully sweet and emotional for your taste.

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How has it been since the last time you saw each other?

How long has it been since you held each other, loved and warm, and safe from the world around you? How long has it been since you heard his voice, filled with words full of love and reassurance that everything would be alright?

How long has it been since you separated for good?

You did not know. You had lost count of the years since you left him and tried to live a life without him and the oath that plagued his family for centuries. You did not regret leaving because it was for your own good. You couldn't stay and get caught in the madness the commitment to the silmarils brought upon your beloved. It would have only ended badly for you, so you had to do what was best for you.

However, the longing and sorrow never left you. You missed your crimson-haired ellon, the one who welcomed you and your people to his home when no one else would accept you, the one who made your heart beat with love and passion. You missed Maedhros.

When he fell into desperation to fulfill his oath, it broke your heart. It changed him for the worst. You tried to support and be there for him as much as possible, but when he agreed to settle down to attack Doriath to take the silmaril from Dior’s hand by force, that’s when you had to draw the line.

You tried to convince him not to do such a thing, not to fall upon that path again and become a kinslayer he had already shunned since the first age. You have already seen innocent suffer and die at the hands of the dark lord. You did not wish to see your beloved do the same thing.

Maedhros did not deviate from the plan and kept saying it had to be done. If you were not going to support him, you might as well leave. Those were words you never wanted to hear from someone who held your fragile heart.

After escaping the hellish fighter pits of Angband – you promised yourself that you would never harm innocents again, so you left.

You and those who followed you had already been ridiculed once for being former thralls of the dark lord. Therefore it was better for you to leave than to be marked as kinslayers for associating with Maedhros.

You could still remember when you packed your things and turned to look at your lover for the last time, bidding him goodbye and hoping Eru would be merciful upon him. He didn’t even turn to look at you. He only apologized for the pain he had caused you and wished you well.

It broke your heart. The tears that fell that day were uncountable when you left with those who chose the same. While his brothers mocked your decision to leave, Maedhros ensured they would stay quiet and let you go peacefully without strife or aggression. It gladdened you that he still cared enough about your safety, but it did not heal the broken heart within you as you left and never saw each other again.

Cirdan, the shipwright, welcomed you and your people when you arrived in his city. He was kind, and living in his safety allowed you to heal and begin something new – away from Morgoth and the hardships of the past.

It was hard to adapt in the beginning, especially when you heard the terrible news of the Doriath, the ransack of Sirion, and how Maedhros finally ended his life by throwing himself into the flames on the earth. It broke your spirit to realize he was now gone. You were glad he finally managed to fulfill his oath and rest his soul in peace, but it now meant you might never see him again.

You knew very little about Mandos and the matters of the dead – but you didn’t need to be a genius to think that he might face judgment for his crimes and thus never walk upon the soil of the earth till the doomsman of the valar decides so.

As time passed, Cirdan and your friends convinced you to sail for Valinor. You had suffered long enough, and your heartbreak over Maedhros’s death had yet to heal. It was one of the reasons why you should go to the undying lands than remain on Middle Earth.

You had grown weary and tired. You wished nothing more than peace, rest, and freedom from violence, so you decided to leave Middle Earth and sail for the blessed realm.

The sight was beautiful. It was like being enveloped in light for the first time in your life, and you could not feel even an ounce of darkness, strife, or danger you usually felt in your life on Middle Earth. The stories Maedhros once told you about it could barely compare to the feeling you felt when you set foot in Valinor for the first time.

You reunited with those you once lost and even found your family, who welcomed you with teary eyes and hugs. You felt emotional when you felt their arms around you again. It had been so long since you saw them again. The last time was when the orcs captured and took you away into the Iron hell, away from your family.

You got welcomed into the gardens of Lorien, where you were allowed to heal from your traumatic experiences. You joined groups of people who shared similar experiences, and through therapeutic sessions, you managed to bond and adapt more comfortably to your new life in Valinor.

You even managed to make amends with those whose’s lives you had unfortunately ended in the pits of Angband. Their souls were lucky to escape the darkness and be reincarnated in Valinor. They harbored no ill feelings for you and had forgiven you long ago, so you finally managed to let go of the guilt that had plagued you for years.

Your life became peaceful.

You lived with your family, sharing loving moments and spending the time you lost since you got captured. The scars on your body began to vanish, and your grayish hair regained its natural color. It was almost a surprise when your hair suddenly started changing color since you were used to your grayish hair, but it was a pleasant surprise because you finally learned your natural hair color since you had forgotten.

You still missed Maedhros from time to time. You sometimes imagined meeting him again and wondered how it would go. Would you be happy to see him, or would you keep your distance and avoid interacting with him? You hoped it would not be the latter.

You went to see his mother once. The red-haired elleth was beautiful, kind, and welcoming – like Ariel in the morning sky. She was just like how Maedhros described her. You now knew where he got his height and good looks.

Her time alone in Valinor had grown her weary and tired, but she was delighted when you told her many good things you shared with Maedhros before your separation. She insisted you come to talk to her if you missed Maedhros since she did not harbor hate or resentment like many who still bore hard feelings from the horrible acts of the first age. You appreciated it and took up her offer many times.

She appreciated it as well since you made it less lonely for her.

You took a deep breath, taking steps back from the cliff's edge. The sea waved before you, and the seagulls flew in the sky, singing and hunting their fish. It was an odd habit. You would sometimes go there and stare into the distance, toward Middle Earth and think. It helped you find peace and ease the deep homesickness you felt for Middle Earth. It might have been a dangerous place, filled with orcs and dangers, but it was your home with many good memories you shared with your loved one.

You turned back and walked away.

The exotic birds of Lorien sang in their trees, filling the air with their unique melodies. The bees and butterflies flew around the flower beds that dressed the garden with their colors and pleasant smells that effortlessly eased your soul and mind. You always found the scent of the flowers most pleasing when you walked in the garden.

You remembered when lord Irmo welcomed you into his garden. He helped you heal along with his wife and sister, who were kind and made it easier for you to let go of the past and look up to the future.

The memories of Angband had left your mind, and your heartache healed thanks to them.

You almost thought you would never be able to heal from the scars the dark lord had inflicted upon you. It was one of the things you shared with your beloved ellon, the traumatic experience you both suffered at the hands of the dark lord and his wicked servants who took joy in your suffering and pain.

He was the first one you opened up to about your time as a thrall like you were his.

Mind occupied with sad memories and longing again, you couldn't do anything but think about them while walking. People passed you and gave you some greetings, which you returned with smiles and nods while walking with no destination.

The elf sat down on the bench, his crimson locks falling from his shoulders and a solemn expression dressing his face. He looked at nothing. There was nothing much to look at, and he didn’t need to see or hear the whispering of other habitats of Lorien’s garden as they sent him looks of suspicion and displeasure as they passed him.

He let out a deep sigh. He did not blame them. Who wouldn't talk badly of a kinslayer?

His mind returned to the days of his life on Middle Earth. He had done so many atrocious things, and even after several years in Mandos repenting and healing, he will never be able to let go of the guilt. It was not his right. While he regained his hand, the scars that covered his body were reminders of his past, a reminder he gladly wore.

He looked around the garden, taking in the peaceful sight. He had almost forgotten the serenity and the peace it possessed. He wondered if you had the chance to feel those things.

His mind returned to you and those times you spent together. Safe and loved in each other’s embrace, away from Morgoth and the world that sought to take you down. He never knew your fate. Have you sailed for Valinor? Have you perished in conflict? Or have you remained in Middle Earth?

Did you live better without him? Or have you suffered because of him?

He hoped it wouldn’t be the latter. He hoped you had lived a better life after leaving him. It was all he could ask for since he had succeeded in nothing but killing innocent people.

Did you hate him? He wouldn't blame you if you did. He was foolish to make you choose between leaving or staying to watch him kill innocents. You had suffered the choice to take innocent lives by force because of Morgoth, and he expected you would support him as he took innocent lives. It made him wonder if he appeared like Morgoth to you back then.

He might never know what became of you. He can only wish to feel the warmth of your arms and see your blessed smile again. He may not be able to see you again, and that may be best for both of you.

“Maedhros?” He almost jumped from his seat.

He turned around and saw someone looking at him with curiosity and familiarity. He was confused for a moment. He had no memories of meeting this elleth, yet she knew his sindaring name. She closely reminded him of you, though.

“Is that you?” You got closer when he looked at you.

He was uncertain how to answer as you stepped closer to him. “That would be my name – but I do not recall meeting you before, my lady,” He said. “You do not recognize me?” You questioned with a tilted head. Maedhros almost cursed under his breath when you said that. He tried hard to remember where he had met you before but got nothing as you looked too different from someone he knew.

“Forgive, my lady – I do not believe we have met before,” He said.

“Well – I guess it had been a long time since we saw each other,” You said. “Things have changed, and I guess I look much different,” You almost chuckled. “My hair used to be gray like with an old man, I had scars on my face, and my hands were in a much poor condition than they are now,” You moved your hands, then looked at him. “But we have met before –” You smiled.

“You were the one who welcomed my people when no one else would and helped us heal from the wounds we suffered from the cruelty of Morgoth. I found my healing in cooking, and sometimes I invited you for dinner to spend time together – away from the outside world to only enjoy peace and comfort,” You explained. There was a hint of recognition in his eyes when you told him.

“I’m (Name),” You gently smiled.

Maedhros almost felt his body freeze as he stared at you with widened eyes. His mind ran through thousands of memories and emotions as you stood before him in your untouched beauty and that beautiful smile he fell deeply in love with before you separated because of his oath.

He almost cursed himself for making himself a fool. How could he have not recognized you, his beloved who he abandoned?

“(Name) –” He almost whispered.

Maedhros almost couldn't move. He raised his hands, but they shook like he was hesitant to touch you. His eyes glistened, ready to shed tears. You were also close to shedding tears as he finally recognized you and decided to embrace him first.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you brought his face to lay against your chest. He was shaking and breaking down in sobs as he held you close like you would disappear. You allowed your tears to fall freely as your heart soared happily to feel him in your arms again.

“I missed you –” You whispered.

“I thought I would never see you again after I heard you had died,” You said as he sucked in his sobs. You slowly fell beside him on the bench – holding on to him. It was a moment when time stopped, and it was just you and him.

“Please tell me you have been forgiven and allowed to walk freely from the shackles of Mandos. I have been alone for so long,” You looked him in the eye, almost pleading. “I can’t bear it again to see you gone, away from me,” You stated.

Maedhros looked back at you, holding your now gentle hand that grazed his face. “I won’t go anywhere, ever again. I will stay by your side – if you have me again, that is,” He almost looked down in shame. You chuckled, sniffing in your tears of happiness.

“I would not choose anyone else than you,” You smiled. “There is no one else who can make me feel so loved and safe as you did,” You said. Maedhros cracked a smile, almost breaking down in tears again after hearing those words.

“Come here–” You said, bringing him into another hug. He laid his chin against your shoulder, and you two held each other close again, unwilling to let go. “I love you so much,” He said. “I love you too,” You uttered back.

You held each other for a while before releasing each other. “Have you gone seen your mother yet? I think she would be delighted to see you again,” You said. “You met my mother?” He questioned with a curious yet hopeful tone. “Yes. She’s so warm and kind – just like you said,” You smiled, which made him smile.

You picked yourself up from the bench, pulling him along. “C’mon, let's not make your mother wait. I think she would be even more delighted to see us together again,” You said, leading on through the garden. He gladly followed you as you held onto his hand. It felt odd to feel his missing hand again but feeling your warm and soft hand against his made it better, and at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to follow you everywhere in this world.

#maedhros x reader #maedhros #silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #silm fic #tolkien #middle earth x reader #middle earth #valinor #maedhros x elf reader #one shot #angst #fluff

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onthesandsofdreams · 2 years

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To Crave A Lover

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader (gender neutral terms) Rating: M Summary: You weren’t prone to distractions at work, but today, there was something in the air that made it almost impossible to concentrate. Words: 1097 Notes: First on the series: “Tolkien Reader Inserts One Shots”

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You weren’t prone to distractions at work, but today, there was something in the air that made it almost impossible to concentrate. You rose from your desk and walked towards the open balcony, breathed deeply the fresh air and relished the scent of the snow that you smelt. The sun was beginning its descent, its light was slowly fading away, and soon enough, the bells would ring for dinner.

Your mind, already tired, kept going back to that special night. You closed your eyes, you could still see it all. Naked bodies entwined and two becoming one, hungry mouths devouring one another, greedy hands grasping, touching and setting trails of fire wherever fingers touched.

Even now, a month after the fact, you could still remember. You remembered the heaviness of a body atop of your own, of the sounds your bed partner had made, of the fullness of your lover’s sex as it breeched your body. And even now, the memory alone was enough to arouse you.

But there was nothing you could do. Your lover had not made another attempt, had not tried to repeat that marvelous night you had spent in each other’s arms. Perhaps you’d overreached. Perhaps it had been simply a dalliance, one brought by wine and the high spirits that had prevailed during that Maglor's impromptu feast that he had insisted on making during his visit that had lasted well into the night.

Still, you craved. You craved to feel those arms and to wrap yourself inside them, that weight, that silky hair between your fingers, to see your lover’s eyes as they were full of lust and want. To hear that smooth, low voice whisper in your ear, to have that tongue taste you and to taste in turn. To kiss those sensual lips. To hold that red silk that crowned his head. To hear your name whispered like a prayer. You had had a taste, and now, you craved and ached for more.

You knew that you were being greedy, after all, who dares try and grasp a star?

So lost in your thoughts you were, that you failed to notice the door open, someone walking in and the soft steps that followed. You didn’t notice until a pair of strong arms wrapped around your middle. You tensed, ready to order whomever it was to release you, when a mouth drew near your ear and whispered, “How can it be, that you both steady me and stir such emotions in me all at once?”

You relaxed at hearing the voice, it had been the elf you had been daydreaming about. “I do not know,” you answered easily, your voice dropping low. “But if it is any consolation, you do the same for me.”

A husky laugh, then you couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine when your visitor’s teeth nibbled gentle on your ear. “I wondered,” the voice said. “If you thought of that night. I have, often.”

“You have?” You were careful to watch the tone of your voice, keeping it as neutral as possible. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

A chuckle. “Of course I have, and I know you have too.” The voice lowered even further, hot breath in your ear. “Because I’ve seen you watching me.”

You blinked, surprise took a hold of your features for a split second before you returned your face to careful neutrality. Your was momentarily at loss for words. “I – forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” a quick kiss to your jaw accompanied the words. “I am glad of it. I will admit, that I found myself craving you.”

That declaration sent shivers down your spine. “I wouldn’t have guessed.” You admitted.

One hand began to caress your stomach, fanning the fire you felt even further. “I have been busy, you know this. But, let me fix that. Come to my chamber tonight, after dinner and I’ll show you how much I’ve thought of that night.”

And you, who had been carefully keeping your hands relaxed to your side, you moved them backwards, letting them rest for a moment in powerful tights, then, you began to caress them as best you could. The elf behind you purred his delight in your ear. “I suppose that I could, if properly motivated, find my way to your chamber.”

“Is that so?” Hot breath on your ear, the voice was nothing but liquid fire. You couldn’t suppress the shudder that came. “I think your office is hardly the place to offer incentives, but ah, you have my word my darling one, come to my chambers tonight and it will be worth your while. I’ll make it so,” the voice dropped low, sending a pang of desire straight into you. “As I’m sure you know I can.”

“I – I can’t deny that,” You hated that your voice shook, it was almost as admitting defeat. Not that you minded this sort of defeat, for this held the promise of pleasure at the end. “And I will admit to enjoying your attentions.”

Soft nibbles at your earlobe, “Good, that is good to hear.” Then, the arms let go and the strong form at your back retreated. “But, alas, I must take my leave for the moment, but I trust that I will see you tonight. Let us have dinner in my chambers, there is no need for you to go to the dinning hall.”

“That would be nice, I’ll see you there then.”

“Looking forward to it,” the voice purred again. Then silent footsteps walked toward the door, unlocked it and left you alone with your thoughts once more.

“Damn him,” you muttered. Between there was a fire that demanded attention. Leave it to that bastard to leave you in such a state and then simply leave. You turned, stared at your desk with piles of paperwork that you still had to finish. You took a deep breath, then another, willing to calm the loud beating of your heart. Trying in vain to will the lust and desire away.

It didn’t work. You laid a shaking hand on your desk, those moments alone with the elf of his desire left you wanting. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to finish any work after that, it was best to go to your chamber and take care of the state in which you had been left. Oh, you were definitely going to dinner and stay the night, you wanted it too much.

“Damn you, Maedhros,” you muttered. “But how do I crave you and love you so.”

#maedhros x reader #maedhros #reader insert #the silmarillion fic #the silmarillion #au: canon divergence #series: tolkien reader inserts one shots

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last-capy-hupping · 1 year

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So, in order to get my creative juices flowing over the upcoming months, I’m opening up my asks for suggestions for one shots featuring Silmarillion and Other Histories of Middle Earth fandom rarepairs.

You can basically nominate any pair that you consider rare, give me a short prompt (1-3 sentences), and tell me if you want it to be smut, fluff, h/c, angst, dark, or some combination of the five.I’ll try to write one fic of about 1-2k words per month.

#silmarillion #Tolkien #tolkien one shot #short fic prompts

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jee-eun · 1 year

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Golden Flowers

|TA 1049

She was floating in space. No, she wasn’t. She was laying in a bed. A large comfortable bed.

Who was she? She couldn’t remember.

She loved someone. That much she knew. A man, no, an elf, with brilliant, golden hair.

Memories. Broken and fragmented, floated around her brain, haunting her.

|YT 1399

She was just an elfling at age 35 when they first met. She first noticed him for his brilliant golden hair. He was the most handsome ellon she had ever seen. The two made eye contact with each other and he gave her a brilliant smile before turning to continue his conversation with the other adult eldar.

Even though she was still just a child and he was already nearing his 1000th begetting day, she knew that there was no other for her. For eldar only experience love once.

|FA 24

It was summer and the market was filled with voices and laughter. With a basket in one hand, she walked alongside two other ellith, one with long black hair kept in a simple braid and another with golden hair kept in a more elaborate hairstyle.

“Look,” the elleth with black hair paused, pointing to a figure with brilliant golden hair, “He grows more handsome with every day that passes.”

The figure she had been pointing to was tall and strong, clad in the armour of a warrior with a sword strapped to his hip. His golden hair was braided in the way of warriors and his blue eyes shone bright with the light of the Two Trees. The single glance at him caused her heart to ache.

“He may be handsome, but he is far above any of us,” the other elleth remarked, “He has decades on us, at the very least for he shines with the light of the Two Trees.”

“But Laurelotë has seen the two trees, she shines with their light,” the first elleth responded with a sigh, “If only I had been able to see them.”

Laurelotë. Yes, that was her name.

“Hush,” she scolded her two companions, “It matters not. None of us would be able to court him anyways for he is courting another.”

The elleth with black hair scowled, “He’s too good for her. I don’t know what he sees in that we-”

“Do not speak ill of her. She is above all of our stations,” she cut off her friend before she could continue, “So long as he is courting the one he wants to be with.”

A stab of sadness and longing as she spoke but she knew that she could not control him.

Her companions, chastened, hastened to continue on with their shopping.

|FA 83

It was winter. The liveliness of the market had died down as the cold had settled in. But there she was, strolling the market with her two friends once more, this time clad in a heavy cloak.

“Look, there he is again,” her black haired friend pointed to the same figure as before. Now, his armour was replaced with a much simpler tunic and trousers with a heavy cloak overtop. But, as he turned, she could see his sword was still strapped to his side. The pain was still there when looking at him, but it had lessened with the flow of time.

“I wonder where he has been, he disappears for months at a time along with most of the men around here,” her friend wondered aloud.

“Hush, Elanor. It is none of our concern. We should continue to work hard as we have in the past,” her other friend scolded, “What he does with his time is his own business.”

They continued on.

|FA 116

The golden-haired ellon was in front of her, his hands gently holding one of hers.

“Laurelotë, if I told you that there is a place that we could live in peace, would you follow me there?” he asked her, his blue eyes shining with emotion. Up close, he was even more handsome. His jaw was strong, but not overly so, his face made for smiling.

“What of Meril?” she asked him, “You two have been courting for nearly a century now, that is a long time, even by our standards.”

His face turned pained, “My father wished for me to give her a chance, to let her court me. But I have no intention of accepting the courtship. You know that, Laurelotë. How could I when my heart belongs to you?”

“Things can change in the course of a century,” she responded.

“Things can change. But not the heart of an eldar. You know that as well as I do,” he moved a hand to cup her face, “Or you would have found someone to court you.”

The two of them shared a chaste kiss, stolen in the darkness of an alley. For all their love, he was still courting another and she was still a maiden.

“For you, I would go anywhere.”

|FA 117

“My Lord,” she bowed in front of the golden haired ellon.

“Please,” he held a hand up to stop her from continuing her bow, “Do not bow to me ever again.”

She straightened back up, suppressing a smile.

“Have you chosen a name for your house, My Lord?” she asked, strolling beside him in a white city.

“Yes,” he turned to her, “But for you, it is a surprise.”

She gaped at him.

It wasn’t until three days later when the banners arrived with a crest of a golden flower that he told her.

He was the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower.

|FA 218

“So this is the Laurelotë that Laurefindele speaks so fondly of,” a dark-haired ellon smirked, glancing at her.

Laurefindele. That was the golden-haired ellon’s name. Laurefindele, her beloved Laurfindele.

She had been walking with him when they had run into the dark-haired ellon.

“Well met Lord Ecthelion,” she greeted with a polite bow.

“Please, you are a friend of Laurefindele. There is no need for you to bow to me,” he waved off the formalities.

She gave him a smile.

“I have heard much about you, and might I just say that the stories Laurefindele tells about you do you no justice,” he smiled at her.

“Oh really?” she raised an eyebrow, glancing teasingly up at her golden-haired companion.

“We thought he had been exaggerating in his tales of your beauty,” he told her, a spark of mischief in his eyes, “But it seems that he’d been understating it.”

“Hey! Keep your sticky paws off of her!” her golden haired companion moved to hit his friend while she laughed and laughed and laughed at their antics.

|FA 224

“If I didn’t know better, I’d start to suspect that you like getting hurt,” the golden-haired ellon teased from beside her bed in the House of Healing.

“I am injured,” she looked at him indigently,” If you are here to tease or scold, save that for when I am no longer injured.”

“You say that every time you are here, my love,” he grinned at her, “I think that you may not be the best suited for the life of a warrior.’

“That’s why I have you to protect me,” she smiled back.

“That’s why you have me,” his grin softened with the weight of his fondness.

|FA 510

Her beautiful white city was under siege. Smoke and fire rose and ashes fell.

She was screaming her lover’s name. Searching for her, running through the streets. Bodies slammed into her, keeping her from him.

One word coming from the mouths of those fleeing, balrog.

She continued to run towards him anyway.

The King’s Square was ruined. The gardens were burning with dragon fire. Statues were fallen and broken beyond repair. And the King’s Fountain was cracked. In the dirtied, bloodied water, she could see the corpse of a balrog and, sinking to the bottom, the body of Ecthelion.

Disregarding the danger, she dove into the king’s fountain, grabbing her dagger from her robes. She dove deeper and deeper until she reached him, cutting off his beloved armour, grabbing his body and dragging him up.

“Ecthelion, my friend, please,” she panted, dragging him out of the fountain.

He coughed, ridding his lungs from water.

“Thank the Valar you breathe,” she cried out as he regained consciousness.

“Laurelotë,” he breathed out, upon recognizing her face.

“Ecthelion,” she smiled, grabbing his arm and slinging it over her shoulder, helping him to his feet, “Quickly, we must go.”

“No,” he gripped her arm, “Laurefindele, he’s battling another balrog by himself. You must help him.”

Alone, she made her way to Cirith Thoronath, finding him battling a balrog alone at the edge of a cliff.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE,” she cried out, picking up the bow of one of her fallen kin, notching an arrow and shooting at the creature.

“Laurelotë! RUN!,” he yelled, using the momentary distraction to stab the balrog, piercing its stomach.

The balrog let out a mighty roar, falling off the cliff, it’s whip still flowing in the air. Her golden haired lover turned to come to her.

“LOOK OUT!” she called out, but it was too late. The whip caught her lover by his hair, and he too fell.

“NO!” she screamed, running, sprinting, to the cliff’s edge where he fell but he was gone.

The rest was a blur. She could remember screaming, she could remember crying. Fire burning around her, dragons in the sky raining hell from above, orcs in her beautiful city, and her, crying and alone at the edge of a cliff.

But she knew one thing. She had died. She had never left Gondolin that day.

As her city fell, so did she.

|TA 1050

She awoke to the sun shining on her face. She struggled to remember but everything came to her in bits and pieces. But she did remember some things. Manwe, placing her fea into a body. Not her old body, no, that one was too broken. A new body, the same as her old but new. And her golden-haired lover. The Lord of the House of the Golden Flower.

She took stock of her body first, wriggling her fingers and toes, slightly moving her legs and arms. No pain and everything was working. Good.

She opened her eyes, blinking at the wooden ceiling above her. So different from the white stone that she had awoken to each morning at Gondolin.

Sitting up, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar room dressed in a simple gown of pale silk.

She stood from the bed, finding a pair of shoes laid out on the floor, presumably for her.

She slipped her feet into them, making her way to the door. Once out in a long, open hallway, she paused. In the distance she could hear the sounds of sparring from one direction, in the other she could hear a vaguely familiar voice arguing with another.

She decided to take her chances with the arguing voices. At the very least, there wouldn’t be any accidents with weapons that way. She smiled fondly to herself, remembering how much time the two of them spent in the House of Healing together from different accidents. Most of which came from her love trying to teach her how to wield a weapon other than a bow.

She followed the sound of voices until they formed words instead of simple voices.

“I simply ask that you see her,” the unfamiliar voice said, “She comes from your city and she bears a resemblance to the one you miss most. Perhaps it is her, perhaps it is another. But only you can verify her identity.”

“I loved her,” another voice responded. A beloved voice. A beloved voice that sounded broken beyond repair. “I loved her with everything I had. Without her, I am a husk. I am a mere vessel. I am here for the purpose the Valar sent me for, but once that purpose is fulfilled, I will sail. I can’t stand to get my hopes up when everyday I hear the whisper of her voice in my ear, the ghost of her touch on my skin. I dream of her, Elrond! She haunts my every breath, every beat of my heart. I may be the only one here who can verify her identity but the Lady Galadriel can just as well. I cannot stand to see her if she isn’t my love, my golden flower.”

She waited from around the corner, not wanting to interrupt the conversation just yet.

“My friend,” the first voice lowered and softened, “I understand your pain. And I would not tell you if I thought that it was a lie. But the Valar work in mysterious ways and we need you to verify her. These are dangerous times we live in my friend.”

“Laurefindele, visit her just once and then you never have to visit her again if you wish it,” the first voice said, then there was the sound of a chair being pushed in.

She couldn’t wait any longer. She rounded the corner.

There he was. Her golden-haired ellon. Her Laurefindele. Looking out a window.

She gasped.

He turned to look at her.

Shock. Disbelief. Hope. Then, finally, love.

He opened his arms and she didn’t hesitate.

She was finally home.

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