#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {celebrimbor}

[lovefairymina]

*Walks up to Celebrimbor and boops his nose.* You're just so cute!

“Cute, am I? Not the adjective I hear often, but I'll allow it...just this once.” His lips quirked into a crooked smile as he tilted his head and released an amused chuckle.

[lovefairymina]

[dwarf!reader x celebrimbor again!] It’s time to take this to the next level, Tyelpe *you speak a bit shyly, careful about pronouncing the Quenya name the correct way*

His silvery-grey eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face before a bright smile broke through. Leaning closer, his voice soft but laced with excitement. “You honour me, melmenya.” His fingers brushed over yours, as he whispered, “Say it again.”

[lovefairymina]

[dwarf!reader x celebrimbor] You want to court me? I’m honored, my lord! I loved working on this project together. You’re an amazing person, and I have to admit I…do have a crush on you. But…aren’t I a little short? For… *you blush and change what you were obviously about to say* …kissing?

A playful smile danced on his lips. “Short? Perhaps, but it only makes you more charming,” he replied and stepped closer. He tilted his head with a gaze warm and teasing. “As for kissing, I’m quite adept at bending down for someone worth the effort.”

[lovefairymina]

Child reader - a girl, who loves to play hide and seek with other palace children and being way too good at that, stumbles one day upon Celebrimbor, dealing with particularly annoing and arrogant prick of an elf, who has troubles to suffer dwarves in the same city they live in. Reader frowns, and look at little carved fox, a gift from Celebrimbor. In the next moment, said annoying prick howled as your little sturdy boot struck their shin, nearly making him fall. "You are ugly!" you point at the prick. "He is nice!" you point at Celebrimbor. "Far nicer than you'll ever be! He has a heart of gold! I'll marry him when I grow up!" you are fuming.

“Now, now, calm down. That's no way to speak to an adult, even if you're being my little saviour,” he chuckled and led you away from the scene. Once the coast was clear, he squatted to your level and whispered, “It seems like I owe you a little treat back there for defending me. Thank you!”

[lovefairymina]

As they are walking through the garden, Celebrimbor finds himself a bit curious and puzzled because of his partner's actions. It started when they turned to hug him and after that they kept on looking onto the side avoiding eye contact from the elf beside them. Celebrimbor can't help but feel embarrassed and insecure thinking that his unprepared look might be the reason and they must feel ashamed.

"Forgive me for my unpreparedness for the situation mirë. I am fully absorbed with my work that I forgot the plans that we have to day" Celebrimbor tried to explain

Sensing his dismay, they panicked and instantly turned to him, they cleared their throat, held both of his biceps (that is much bigger than their hands mwehehe 🤤) and basically forced him to look at them

"No don't, don't say that.. I'm sorry if my action seemed like I was being uncomfortable but oh, my love I love every part of you right now.. In fact the reason I was feeling embarrassed was because I like the way you look messy and uhm I also like your natural scent" as they kept on kept on rambling

Celebrimbor felt a bit flustered and was shocked because they liked them even though he is full of soots and probably smell like sweat and someone who rolled onto some dirt.

He grew silent as though he was contemplating his following words. You managed to find his untidiness attractive which was a first. Not many people would, yet here you did. Clearing his throat before returning to the walk, he spoke up. “I would admit, you caught me off guard with your confession. I wasn't expecting you to appreciate my... unclean state. Now I know not to be embarrassed since you have no issue with it.”

[lovefairymina]

*Y/N listens to the sound of tinkering in the forges while she approaches with some lunch, knowing that she will find Tyelpe hard at work*

Y/N: Tyelpe, beloved, come have some- *blinks, wide-eyed and blushes, letting out a squeak of embarassment at the angry red scratch marks she left on Tyelpe's back from last night that are not covered by the apron*

Notified of your sudden squeak and presence, he spun around with his hammer in hand, ready to throw it at the perpetrator causing your discomfort. Instead, he was met with a flustered lover standing with their hand covering their mouth and widened eyes while caring a tray of treats. “Mírë, is everything alright? Why do you appear shocked?”

[lovefairymina]

Tyelpe! Let me down! Ack- at least don’t carry me like a sack of potatoes! Where are you even taking me?

“It is a secret! For you will see when we get there!” he beamed while jogging up a hill. Your body seemed to bounce in tune with his jogging, causing you to sound as though you were babbling and stammering. At the top of the hill, unbeknownst to you, awaited dinner for two as the sunsetted and twilight approached.

[lovefairymina]

"Hey tyelpe, I saw you skipping dinner earlier. here I brought you some food, hope you don't mind it," y/n give the tray full of meals and a folded paper with a sketch of his face inside of it tucked under the plate.

"And oh! No need to be thank you, its always a pleasure to helping my best friend after all!" y/n smile

Accepting the tray from you gingerly, he returned a tender smile that spoke a thousand unsaid words he wished he could express vocally. “Whether you wish I said it or didn't, thank you mellon-nîn. I am grateful for your existence. You're the one person keeping me after all meal skipping I do,” he laughed.

[lovefairymina]

Y/N walks into Tyelpë's office

Y/N: Tyelpë, I want your help in finding the perfect spouse and since you're the lord of Eregion, you probably know every eligible bachelor in this city. *Hands him a piece of folded up paper* Here's the list of criteria, and by the end, you will know exactly what type of person I'm looking for.

Tyelpë sighs, dejected, taking the piece of paper and thinking he lost his chance to confess to Y/N, but unwilling to deny his dearest friend: Very well my friend.

Y/N: Please read it out loud, one line at a time. And don't peek at the others before you read them out!

Tyelpë: Alright, I will read. 'Has to be kind'... that's always good, 'Has to be gentle', you most definitely deserve nothing less, 'Has to be rich', eyebrow raise, not a bad thing to have.

Y/N: I do want someone to pay for my bills, you know.

Tyelpë: 'Has to be a lord'... is this necessary?

Y/N: Well if I have someone powerful and influential by my side then no one will try to fight me or bother me.

Tyelpë: That... makes sense. 'Has to be very good-looking' - reasonable, someone as lovely as you deserves someone who has equally good looks. Looks at the next statement before stuttering, 'H-has to h-have a v-very soft c-chest.' swivels to look at Y/N, wondering if he read it wrong

Y/N nodding in approval: That's right. Soft and squishy so I can use it as a pillow.

Tyelpë felt his hopes dim, did he even have a soft chest? He was not a great beauty like his uncle Nelyo. And he was not very influential when compared to others like High King Gil-Galad or Lord Oropher of the Woodland realm. And there were those from old families in Eregion who fit the qualification of being a 'lord'.

Tyelpë: I... don't think I am able to keep reading this. I'm a little tired, so perhaps we can continue tomorrow?

Y/N starts to panic and wanting Tyelpe to know about her feelings: It's only one more line. It's the most important one. All others don't matter as long as this one is fulfilled! Please, please read it?

Tyelpë: But if the other points weren't that important, then why were they included?

Y/N: Because all the points are true for my future spouse and I don't want it to look like I had low standards!

Tyelpë: Alright, last one, 'Has to answer to-' *pauses*

Y/N, grinning: Answer to what? Tell me, for I have already forgotten what I have written.

Tyelpë, looking at Y/N in disbelief and hope: 'Has to answer to either Tyelpë, Tyelperinquar or Celebrimbor. Preferably all. And to call Y/N míré.'

Y/N, smiling at a stunned Tyelpë: What a coincidence! Those criterion fit you perfectly! Almost as if I meant you from the start. What do you say Tyelpë, will you be mine?

Gobsmacked at the length you went to confess your heart out to him, he remained frozen with the paper in had and his eyes fixated on you. Mentally, he was melting his stone face with a smile, externally, he was still shocked. The corners of his lips twitching into smile; the more he did so, his lips parted to sluggishly reveal a grin. “I–It would be wrong of me to not reciprocate when my feels are the same, no?” he awkwardly chuckled in a low tone.

[lovefairymina]

Tyelpë: Aren't you bored, míré? You're just sitting there, ding nothing while watching me smith away.

Me: *leans forward and rests my head on my arms* I'd rather sit and do nothing with you than do anything with anyone else.

Reaching out and bumping your nose with the tip of his quill, he came back with a charmed remark, “You are being too cheesy with your words, mírë, but I thank you. They are heartwarming and a reassurance that I do not bore you.���

[lovefairymina]

Already bored from reading, she stood up and look around her husband's workshop looking for something he recently made that she haven't seen yet. They are both too busy with Celebrimbor spending his time smithing when he's on a break from his lord duties, she went in his room initially with a plan to eat with him and now she finds herself in awe with one of his new creation, she touched it and released a small yelp after feeling the hot metal in contact with her skin. Celebrimbor turned around a bit worried and curious on what happened to her.

"Is there something wrong mirë?"

She smiled hiding her pain with her injured hands behind her back attempting to hide it from him. "Nothing dear, I almost dropped something"

He hummed in response he turned around towards his work, he looked like he's in deep thoughts and turned towards her once again, walking towards where she is, looking at something behind her back. She stepped on the side thinking he's going to take something important on the shelf behind but to her surprise he took her injured hand and looked at her with disappointment.

“You're not a sneak master when it comes hiding your injuries from me, mírë,” the musky-scented male whispered while inspecting your fingers. They were undergoing shades of red before settling on the brightest shade to signal your pain. Guiding you across the forge, he arrived to a basin of cool water where he dipped your fingers into. “Do not fret, it happened to me many times ”

[lovefairymina]

Tyelpe, have you ever felt... burnt out by a project? How did you overcome burnout, love?

“Why, yes I have. Most of the time I tend to be, however I have the horrible knack for not knowing when to stop,” he awkwardly laughed, aware that it was his household's adamant trait. “Regardless, when it becomes too much, I tend to sleep. Take a cool bath, eat something and sleep for days.”

[lovefairymina]

(might be a little insight for whats to come)

Celebrimbor: *just hanging around near The entrance of Nargothrond*

Gwindor: So, (Name), eh?

Celebrimbor: Hmm?

Gwindor: Out of all elven maidens in the kingdom, you have given your heart to The little lone Wolf (Name).

Celebrimbor: I do not mean any harm to her, my lord. I would not even imagine laying a harmful finger on your ward.

Gwindor: Its fine. Im actually glad. You are The reason she now comes inside more often than sleep outside and controls her self destructive habbits. That child of Hurin doesnt believe she's deserving of love, so if you can break her out of that shell. You have my full support.

Gwindor: I am curious thought. What did she do to make you fall for her?

You: *arrive throught Gate*

You: Celebrimbor! Look at this white jewel I found. It might not compare to the high quality jewels and stones on your forge, but it reminded me of your silver eyes, so I thought you might like it.

“Would you like me to craft something using this gem? I have a few ideas you can use; I'll assist you since I'm aware how adamant you are when it comes to making jewellery of lately,” he offered, paying no mind to the gemstone in your hands, but rather the beauty of your presence.

[lovefairymina]

Tyelpë, what are you making? You've been spending so much time in the forges lately - wait, why are you hiding what you're making from me? I want to see! Please?

“You are far too short in the state you currently stand at, mírë. I'm afraid you will only be able to see it when you have gained a couple extra inches.” Face smug, and riddled in laughter, he twisted and turned in accordance to you, all in the attempt at hiding the box in hand.

[lovefairymina]

*looks up at the staircase we have to go up before we read the bedroom*

Tyelpë, stairs are the bane of my existence so... please carry me up the stairs to our room? *gives him puppy eyes*

Attempting to hide his growing laughter as an idea sprung, he said nothing as he nodded his head and reached for your body. Hoisting you into his arms, he then positioned you over his shoulder and gave a cheeky pat to your butt. “You told me to carry you, never saying how. So I have my opportunity to carry you like this.”

[lovefairymina]

Tyelpë… I love you so very much… but I do not fancy writing another letter to the High King exactly why there has been another explosion in the experiment lab this week *sighs and pecks his cheek* I’ll get started on that letter then

“Explosion?!” he voiced perplexed as he jerked his back to look around his workspace. “I believe you are confusing me with someone else. I am naught but a simple blacksmith, not a weapon's specialist.”