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Characters: Sons of Feanor & reader(Platonic)

Warnings: English is not my first language, fluff, an oc character, talking about exchanging babies, angst, blood, characters death(it's the Silmarillion), suicide.

Tags: @batsyforyou & @definitelynotaria I'm sorry if this is not you were expecting and I couldn't think of anything for the twins🙂.

His little feet running to catch up with his mother's steps, he insisted on walking beside her when she told him she could carry him.

"I am a big boy now!" Maedhros raised his arms high and above his head, "I can reach the windows handles" he told his mother.

They passed by a lot of shops and people, some looked at them with displeasure, others acted as if they did not exist and a few glanced at them kindly.

But little Nelyafinwe did not care as long as his father and mother loves him, that's what his father told him before.

They reached their destination and the bell above the door announced their entry, Nelyafinwe's eyes stared at every space of the room, the walls were covered with colorful curtains and tapestries, silk carpets covered the floor, he saw a small stick burning but a nice smell it produce, everything gave warmth to everyone who enter.

In the corner an elf with light sliver hair, on her face there was funny drawings and she was looking at Nelyafinwe the same look that cat look at him. She smiled and moved the fabric aside, as she stood with a slightly bent back, jingling sound fills the room thanks to all the necklaces and bracelets she was wearing, the tailor's slow faltering steps walked towards Nerdaniel and hugged her.

After exchanging warm words and kisses she tilted her head at Nelyafinwe and gave him a pat on his head "he has Therinde's nose," her voice was weird to Nelyafinwe's ears like she hasn't drink any water lately "make sure you don't break it hmm”

Behind the lady, Nelyafinwe saw a little girl, perhaps his age, her eyes nearly squeezed shut and pouting face she stared at Nelyafinwe.

Ilvananis, as his mother called her, returned to the corner and carried the little one. “she's a little shy on first meetings” kissing the girl’s head and gently putting her down near Nelyafinwe "but she never stops talking when you get familiar with her".

"He looks weird"

Her frowning face glanced at the child and slowly pulled her finger from his cheek.

"My sister looked like this for a while."

Nelyafinwe standing near her, both of them on their toes peering over the crib to the newly born squashed red face baby.

Nodding, he told her how much this baby has been crying since his father brought him, not giving his mother a moment to rest.

"I saw your mama when I came, she looked sooo tired"

The two children moved away from the crib and tiptoed cautiously towards Nelyafinwe's room. As they played quietly Nelyafinwe told his friend how much he wished he had a sister, for it does not make sense his mother and father got another boy, they already have him.

"Maybe we can replace your brother with my sister," her eyes lit up as she stared at Nelyafinwe "both young and with black hair, no one would find out"

Nelyafinwe thought for a moment and looked away at the open window, light shining the whole room.

"And my sister does not cry that much," putting another block on their castle "your mama will love the quietness."

As if Canafinwe sensed their plan, he let out a loud scream that shook the house.

"You have more mud on you than a root" Turcafinwe's head turn in an unusual turn made him look like an owl towards the voice.

"Grandmother said it is fine as long we're not hurting ourselv"-"grandmother is not the one who will break her back cleaning this floor"

with her hands on Turcafinwe's waist she pulled him down the rails and on the solid ground she put him.

She helped him take off his shoes 'maybe his bare feet will be cleaner' she thought but her eyes could not believe what they saw, mud was covering his feet.

"We put mud inside our shoes,"

a young boy with short black hair took off his shoes too, showing off his sister "I saw mother put mud to her face so I figured out it will make our feet beautiful" with a grin he finished his reasons.

"That was a different kind of UGH STOP LAUGHING AND HELP ME!!"

groaning, she begged Nelyafinwe who was clinging to his stomach trying to hold himself while laughing.

It had been a long time since she saw them, years ago, fifteen years ago was the last time she saw them, Prince Feanaro could not stay in one place for a while and travelling from place to place made it harder for her to send them a letter.

But a few days ago she received one from Nelyafinwe. They are visiting the city and stopping by her family's workshop to get some new clothes and they have a surprise, she wondered what kind of surprise they have, maybe another pet.

Remembering the family sizes her grandmother and she started working on new clothes for them. At noon one day there was a knock on their door jumping from her chair, she raced towards the door and sending it flying open nearly pulling it off the hinges and here they are prince Feanaro radianting as ever and lady Nerdanel with her holding a toddler?

To Nelyafinwe and Turcafinwe her eyes drafted Turcafinwe looks taller now...taller than Canafinwe!! and standing near him was another dark haired boy with a grumpy look on his face.

A new brothers Nelyafinwe got and she will help him babysit.

Morifinwe, the one with reddish cheeks was far more calm than Canafinwe and Turcafinwe when they were his age, young Curufinwe still young to be left alone so attached to Turcafinwe's hip he was kept.

Beads and embroidery catch Morifinwe's eyes and she was more than happy to teach him.

"Your grandma would love this, you would be her favorite".

Her grandmother warned her about the fire over and over again, "No, you won't die quickly, you'll burn while you're awake."

In the middle of the brother's screaming and the blazing fire, the rising smoke and crashing waves, she wished Umbarto was asleep and did not feel anything.

Three. She counted three, three brothers had fallen. All the dead bodies around her, she only searched for them, she looked at her sword and felt nauseous, her stomach twisted at the thought of death of others.

a blazing fire, high smoke obscuring the blue sky and crashing waves, once again they stood witness as the red-headed fall, the north wind blew, carrying with it the weeping of Canafinwe.

It is funny that wherever the sons of Feanaro go, fire will follow them.

Was it her screams, or was it the roaring of fire?Was it her chest wheezing or was it the fire hissing as it embrace Nelyafinwe's body.

Her feet carried her away and she walked aimlessly for an indefinite time, she felt the water covering her feet, then her knees, then her waist, she felt cold as she was carried away, her light body sinking and her sleepy eyes were heavy unable to open them, she swears she can hear Canafinwe singi-lamenting.

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Lords of Gondolin Baking With You For The Holidays

Requests: May I request a baking with the Lords of gondolin for the festive season, sounds both fun and chaotic. Would there be anything to eat other then a mouthful of flour you threw at each other? Probably not. Unless you feel like eating cinnamon goop and crunchy burnt cookies. – anon

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this request, especially with Christmas approaching and the baking season in the air. Thanks for this request anon. Enjoy!

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Galdor

◇ He’s just too good when it comes to averaging ingredients, though he often got distracted by your playful antics each time you tried to eat the ingredients or break his concentration as he poured the vanilla syrup or honey. “Are you trying to sabotage my cookies?” he’ll whine when you throw flour at him.

◇ Might realise too late that you’re missing one of the ingredients—powdered sugar—and have to make a quick rush to the market. This unfortunately turns into a shopping spree where you two would return with extra ingredients.

◇ You’re the one to start a fight while Galdor is attempting to maintain the peace and his station clean, so your extra flour and eggs don’t end up in his bowl of cake batter. At some point, he got dragged into your ruffian behaviour and ended up covered in flour.

◇ Despite being the one making the cake and cookies, his knack for ‘quality control’ resulted in him tasting the batter/dough too often.

◇ When the first batch did come out of the oven, it was burnt which left you questioning all of Galdor’s ‘phenomenal’ cooking abilities he was renowned for. “I thought you were a great chef?” “I am, but when I have a little mouse in the kitchen, what else to expect?”

◇ Offended. At least there were a few cookies saved from the extra crispiness and the cake was decent to still enjoy your day’s labour.

Ecthelion

◇ He takes baking for the holidays the same as any military operation—detailed with a precise layout, and no straying from the outline. You will be gently scolded each time you attempt to do your own thing. Like measuring without measuring cups and spoon. He doesn’t do the whole ‘pour until your ancestors tell you to stop.’

◇ But Thel being Thel, still couldn’t resist breaking his own rules when the chocolate chip cookie dough was looking delicious and sticking his fingers to scoop a dollop. “Just checking to make sure they’re not poisoned.” As he shoves a spoonful in his mouth.

◇ You somehow managed to end up with too much dough? despite the way he was eating the dough each time you turned your back. He decided that you should share it, leading to an impromptu cookie giveaway.

◇ Spends a good portion of the evening walking through the streets of Gondolin handing cookies on trays to the citizens and his servants. Even Turgon is happy to receive his batch of cookies for the holidays.

◇ When it came to decorating, he took pride in it, the same way he takes pride in his appearance. He is in charge of the designs and hands out a sheet of paper filled with patterns for you to follow. Do not diverge from the original patterns, you’re ruining the aesthetic.

◇ At least in the end, you had the perfect batch of cookies to sit by the fireplace and eat with a nice glass of milk.

Glorfindel

◇ You’re never getting anything done on time, and surely your cake or cookies will be burnt because of his distractions. Which leads to you making a fresh batch and shooing him out the kitchen. He comes right back after sneaking in.

◇ Eats the dough like it’s food and gets all puzzled when you scold him for reducing the volume. “Laurë! We’ll have none by the time you’re finished! And you’ll get sick if you continue to eat the raw dough!”

◇ With a mouth full of dough, he looked hurt that you would deny him the right to taste-test the desserts to ensure the quality was up to his standards. “I just wanted to taste the cookies. Don’t have to be so mean.” Guilt trips you into letting him eat more.

◇ You obviously end up with less dough and Laurë earns himself a tummy ache from how much dough he ate raw. Some dough had less of certain ingredients while others had too much because he pulled you to dance in the middle of measuring, so you forgot and mismanaged.

◇ You end up with cookies that were undercooked, overcooked and er…not cookies? Still, it didn’t bother him because he was willing to enjoy the hard labour of your fantastic baking.

◇ “Baking is an art, and although it may not appear the way we intended, there is merit and beauty in the outcome.” He would cheer as he plopped a cookie into his mouth while you stood there with an exasperated look. Like he was the reason for the cookies being that way.

Egalmoth

◇ He wants to make gingerbread houses, cinnamon rolls, a ton of cookies and cake and roast turkey or chicken all on the same day at the same time. He’s elaborate about the activity if you haven’t caught on.

◇ When it comes to designing, he’s in charge and has everything in order, down to how to position the desserts and food on the table. Perfectionist, often redoing the steps to get them right. “Patience is key, darling,” he reminds you and boops your nose with frosting.

◇ Despite his meticulous nature, he loves a good laugh when things don’t go right. The image in his head wasn’t aligning with the image displayed after piping frosting on the cake to resemble the Christmas tree you drew on the paper.

◇ Mentions something about your artistry skills when it comes to drawing needs to be worked on so he could have a better understanding of what he was working with. That was enough for you to dump flour on his head.

◇ Did not take his clothes and hair becoming a mess because he put a lot of effort into appearing splendid to bake alongside you. So, if he had to look like a mess, so did you. “You look cute with all that flour and eggs—I might bake you instead to eat.”

◇ By the time you two were finished, the way you two were a mess, might as well hop into the oven to bake. More ingredients were wasted than used, and you found yourself eating the remaining frosting and dough off your hand.

Rog

◇ Rog’s all about efficiency, turning your baking session into a well-oiled machine. For him, it feels as though he’s back in the forges, about to craft an art piece with meticulous create and precision.

◇ You ought to expect his knack for improvising, often adding unexpected ingredients into the mix with confidence. “Trust me, mírë. It will taste great.” As he throws in peppermint, nuts and extra vanilla.

◇ Between the two of you, you’re the one who steals dough from the bowl when he isn’t looking or bribes him with kisses to have extra cookies. So easily he falls for your charm because he can never say no with those puppy eyes.

◇ Somewhere in the mix, the oven malfunctioned, which was no strenuous task for Rog to fix. You got to stand by and hand him his tools while watching his muscles flex and look like something to take a bite out of.

◇ With his skills and confidence, you two will end up with a variety of cookies, some traditional, others experimental. “A little bit of everything makes the holidays nice.”

◇ You two made just enough cookies to eat and also share with his fellow Lords and craftsmen he works within the forges. He left the wrapping and little notes for you since he prefers your handwriting suitable for the holidays.

Maeglin

◇ He was surprisingly enthusiastic about baking, eager to try new recipes with you and make new memories. The entire time, he would stand close by as he listened to your instructions and your patient voice as you guided him on how to mix or measure.

◇ Did have a tendency to get lost in the process, forgetting to remember the baking or resting period, so you might get burnt cookies and overrisen bread. Can’t blame him, you’re in the kitchen, an obvious distraction.

◇ He compares his crafting to baking cookies and wonders how could something so simple be difficult as he held up a burnt cookie that didn’t match the snowflake stencil.

◇ Discovered that you should leave the decorating to him when you explained piping the frosting on the cake and icing on the cookies. Even the gingerbread house was a masterpiece after leaving it in his hands. He designed an entire castle.

◇ When you happen to run out of frosting and icing, or the edible beads, he suggests a trip to the pastry shop for more items which results in Maeglin growing excited at the assortment of decorations and requests to buy out the entire shop.

◇ By the end, most of your desserts are more decorations than cake and cookies to eat. The layers you might have to bite through before you taste the pastry is immaculate. At least he had fun participating.

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2nd - Annatar, Celebrimbor and Oc

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