#Curufin x Finrod

[superloves4]

It's not that I think Curufinrod is Loustat coded... it's that I can make it coded!

[mag-lore]

curufin x finrod for the ship edit 🫶

The two disasters (blingy edition)

Pride requests open🏳️‍🌈

[queerofthedagger]

Between Ruinous Dusk and Restless Dawn

[Curufin/Finrod, Curufin & Celegorm, Finrod & Fingon & Maedhros | Explicit | 34k]

Written for @tolkienrsb '24 | With art by @laisrinel <3

Tags: Nargothrond Disaster AU, Fix-It of Sorts, Finrod Lives, Complicated Relationships, Unreliable Narrator, Curufin is a lying liar who lies, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy/Hopeful Ending

Summary:

His gaze, inevitably, is drawn back to Finrod, the marred beauty of him. It has not been Curufin who ruined him so—had not been Curufin who had dragged him out of Nargothrond and into the wolf’s den, who had let Finrod protect him with his life. And yet. And yet it feels oddly fitting, that such a ruined thing should be Curufin’s. --- Through careful manoeuvring and a few lucky coincidences, Curufin saves Finrod's life without having to admit to anything so humiliating as having emotions. Contrary to what one would expect, this does not make things all that much easier. Alternatively: Curufin lies, Finrod lives, and somehow they do still manage to figure it out, for better or for worse.

[dalliansss]

The first problem came in the form of Balan, an Adan, a mortal Aftercomer, whom Finrod bestowed the honorific name Beor. Even then, to be truthful, Finrod was causing problems with the beginning of his long absences from his realm. The King would do his duties faithfully for some years, maybe even an entire decade uninterrupted, then he would abscond to Eru-knows-where, leaving the business of ruling to his aristocratic court. Ninimben and all the older elves, the heads of the noble houses, disapproved of the king’s growing restlessness, and they began to push back slowly, carefully, but Finrod cheerfully ignored their complaints on this front. 

Tension, however, increased, when this Balan, this stinking, wrinkling nobody, arrived in Nargothrond. But Finrod was not yet done offending sensibilities and even risked damaging the age-old loyalty of his subjects, especially when he began to flaunt Balan openly as his lover, showering the adan with gifts of treasure and title. With Balan’s arrival, Nargothrond opened up its doors even more, daring to allow the establishment of not one, but three Houses of the Edain under its glittering caves: the Houses of Lapis, Chalcedony and Carnelian. 

Ninimben and all the old elven lords would have revolted, if not for the fact that thankfully and luckily, the edain had too short a life, and their heads of houses in Nargothrond were never given power nor jurisdiction to affect major policies of the kingdom, as the rule-making was still lodged exclusively with the King and the elven houses. The men were honored, but they were given only the barest hints of power in an elvish realm: a taste of prestige, some niche for belongingness, but never outright influence.

And for a while, watching the three houses of men scramble among themselves and scheme to one-up each other became a sport for Ninimben and the true powers of Nargothrond. 

Then the time came that finally, the nuisance that is Balan, Beor – finally grew too old to function, and died. 

Gone finally was the Great Nuisance of Nargothrond.

(Ninimben threw a party in his underground manse celebrating this fact; a very hushed-up affair. He ordered that the kitchens cook sumptuous foods for the entire household and he even distributed thirty bottles of Years of the Trees vintage to everybody under his banner.)

[all that glitters is not gold / AO3]

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Fingersucking

Eh...another discussion, another pairing. I can't remember right now who put this idea in my head, but...

here we are! This one is a little dirtier than the previous ones! Gotta keep you on your toes!

Prompt: Fingersucking - trans character

Pairing: Finrod x trans!Curufin (xCelegorm)

Words: 575

Warnings: Fingersucking, insinuated blowjob, reference to previous sexual relations, seduction, desire, trans!character

Findaráto was lounging on a comfortable chair, awaiting the pleasure of his beloved and redoubtable kinsmen.

He didn’t resent them for taking their time—he was used to such discreet displays of power and independence and didn’t let them faze him.

When, at last, the heavy door swung open, he adjusted his flowing, enticing garments and gave the latecomers a radiant smile.

Behind the façade of the indulgent ruler of his little realm of sparkling stones and soft fabrics, his shrewd gaze took in every minute detail, from Turcafinwë’s protective stance to the almost petulantly haughty expression on Curufinwë’s face.

Findaráto had wondered whether Fëanáro’s Wunderkind, the unexpected, unlikely son amongst so many much-anticipated ones, would come—one never knew with Curufinwë, as his moods were almost as dark and unpredictable as his father’s.

“Welcome,” Findaráto cooed, expertly dissimulating his surprise and growing unease. Turcafinwë was a savage—dangerous and sleek as a silver panther—but he was easily managed when his voracious desires and bottomless hunger were met fearlessly.

Curufinwë, on the other hand, was a different beast altogether.

“Sit and eat,” he invited them, his gestures just a little too expansive to be genuine. Neither one of his guests moved.

“I thought you might want to honour my brother tonight,” Turcafinwë rumbled with a provocative half-smile.

Thus far, Findaráto had never been allowed to so much as lay a single finger on the mysterious and near-mystical body of the younger Fëanorian, and so he sat up instinctively, otherworldly light flaring like torches in his eyes.

He was wary—Turcafinwë was notoriously possessive and had a dangerous tendency to lethal jealousy.

As soon as Findaráto leaned forward eagerly, his suspicions and misgivings were instantly confirmed as a flashing blade was drawn.

“Not so quickly,” the tall hunter drawled. “You overreach, cousin.”

Findaráto lowered his gaze to avoid causing further offence or risking the half-promised delights being withdrawn entirely.

A hand—slender, pale, and yet alluringly strong—was lifted into his narrowed, dull field of vision, and he unhesitatingly pounced on it.

Covering every inch of the enchantingly soft skin, adorned by countless scars of battle and craft, with fervent kisses, he lost himself in the fantasy of Curufinwë’s bare flesh.

Findaráto had known and enjoyed many different bodies, so he was more titillated than disquieted by the inherent, tantalising contradiction within his cousin.

As through a veil of thought-numbing mist, a peal of throaty laughter reached his ears, and then a finger was pushed between his dutiful lips resolutely.

Acting on instinct alone, Findaráto sucked. The digit had a slightly salty taste, and—by the symphony of muted moans swelling like the roar of the ocean—it was evident that everyone in the room knew which forbidden, physically impossible act they were mimicking so awkwardly.

Findaráto felt his ambition stir—in a brazen infringement on the limited rights granted to him, he closed his hand around Curufinwë’s wrist and tugged.

He was no stranger to this illicit deed of devious devotion, and he yearned to flaunt his extraordinary skill.

Thus, he swirled his tongue and hollowed his cheeks enthusiastically, tracing every curve and teasing every sensitive nerve ending with self-forgotten zeal until Curufinwë all but fell into his lap, shivering and boneless.

“How generous a kinsman you are tonight, Curufinwë,” Findaráto breathed as he closed his arms around that trembling body, bleeding heat and hunger into his flesh mercilessly.

“Go ahead then,” Turcafinwë sighed.

-> Masterlist

@tolkienpinupcalendar Here's another one from me <3

@fellowshipofthefics another one for you too!

[tengwar]

Curufinrod

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

how silm characters react to the fandom

Feanaro: gets way too involved way too quickly, has multiple troll accounts and blocks anyone who sa-si’s.

Nerdanel: can’t really use technology but thinks it’s kind of fun.

Maitimo: instant anxiety attack. Is morbidly fascinated by all the russingon smut. Thinks the Fingon content is sweet. Loves kidnap fam.

Maglor: follows nails-in-my-wall. Immediately starts shitposting about his family. Uncertain why half the fandom thinks he’s a crab.

Celegorm: Deleted his account when he realised Finrod got more rep than him. His new account only is on the low down.

Caranthir: embezzling fanartists somehow. No moral compass.

Curufin: found silvergifting, had a heart attack.

Nolofinwë: Anaire keeps complimenting all the art of him and he’s getting flustered.

Fingon: obsessively saves artwork of Maedhros. Ironically endorses the posts calling him a posh asshole.

Aredhel: gets so much closure from all the online support.

Turgon: disproportionately annoyed by one (1) person who said he was insensitive.

Finarfin: always brings up the youngsters on the internet who think he’s a good king.

Finrod: thinks he’s not famous enough. Works to remedy that.

Aegnor: wonders why everyone thinks he owns and frequently uses a hair straightener; cries over every artwork of him and Andreth.

Galadriel: no one knows and it’s frankly disturbing.

Elrond: periodically censors posts using him as a moral compass. Offers hugs to everyone who reblogged that one post.

[doodle-pops]

Think You Can Warm Me Up

[Elves and Cockwarming x reader]

Request: What elves do you think would like cock-warming? - anon

A/N: This was a lot of elves to think for since I've added more over the months gone by. Enjoy!!!

Warning: smut, cockwarming

More: Brat Taming

Loves it – sometimes when they’re too busy to have sex with you but you want to feel them, they’ll suggest you sit on their lap, only to feel them raising your body slightly to slide themselves into you. When you lift your hips to move, their hands will be planted firmly on your waist with a stern look on their faces warning you to stay still. They’ll keep their hands on your waist, using it to pull you closer to rest against their chest and hold you down. Some use it for punishment when your bratty side comes out. They’ll rile you up by making out with you, having you grind on them feeling as though you two are about to have sex, but then when you’re about to ride them, they’ll lean in to whisper, “Not so fast love, no moving, sit right there and stay still or I’ll leave you empty. You thought I’d just give in and give you what you wanted, my poor confused little one” Other times, they’d use it to literally warm themselves up. When you two are relaxing as such, they’d throw the suggestion out to you and once you agree, the two of you will just be lounging about with their cock buried in you, staying warm. There are times you’ve fallen asleep with them buried in you. “You feel so warm and tight love, stop shifting so much, just stay still. This feels good, now we can cuddle.”

MAEDHROS, Maglor, CELEBRIMBOR, FINGOLFIN, FINGON, Finarfin, FINROD, AEGNOR, GLORFINDEL, GALDOR, BELEG, Rog, Elrond

Hates it – the first time you suggest the act, they were down to try it, but once you sank your warm hole onto their cock, it was over for them. Their hands would immediately shoot out to grab your waist, urging you to move but you’ll simply push it away and lean into their chest informing them that you’re not supposed to move. “It’s called cockwarming for a reason. Now stay still. Don’t get mad, remember you agreed to this, so sit and enjoy it.” This was absolute torture for them, they couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing that if they moved their hips right then, you’d probably hop off and that wasn’t part of their plan. Waiting till you were settled in and comfortable, with ease, their hands would sneak around your waist holding you firmly to their chest and without any warning, begin thrusting into you. You’d admit that this was not how you planned the session to go but with the way the tip of their cock was brushing against your soft spot, your moans gave it away. Now whenever you suggest it to them, they’d smile at you saying that they’ll behave, only to abuse your heat as soon as you sink down on their cock. The longest they’ve ever lasted was five seconds. “If you really thought I’d sit through all that torture, you’re absolutely wrong. Now be a good girl/boy and enjoy my cock.”

FEANOR, CELEGORM, Curufin, Turgon, ARGON, ANGROD, EGALMOTH, ECTHELION, MAEGLIN, ELLADAN

Mixed feelings – one minute it’s torture for them the other it’s blissful. It just all depends on their mood not so much yours. If they’re tired and just want to be warmed or you want to feel them, they’d let you go ahead without interrupting you. They’d simply wrap their arms around you and pull you in closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead and drifting off to sleep. Other times it’s when they’re busy doing paperwork and could do with a little relief. Letting you sit on their lap with the table hiding their cock buried deep in your heat, they’d let you lean into them so they could continue their work. “This feels good, didn’t think I’d be needing this, but after I’m finished here, I’d bend you over this table for a good fuck, hmm.” When you’re teasing them all day and acting up and then decide it’s time to kick it up a notch by making them feel you were about to ride them after your tedious torture only to sit still on their cock, now you’re just asking for it. They’d be grinding their teeth the entire time when you tell them not to move while pretending to do something important, informing them that when you’re finished then you two can go at it, they’re not going to listen, not when you were suffocating their cock. They wouldn’t care at that point, so say goodbye to whatever it was that you were doing. “Don’t you think this is a little too much love, don’t you think this has gone on for too long because I think so as well. How about we change that by having me fuck you, now.”

Maedhros, MAGLOR, CARANTHIR, Amrod, Fingolfin, FINGON, TURGON, FINARFIN, Finrod, AEGNOR, Glorfindel, GALDOR, Egalmoth, ROG, ERESTOR

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Taglist: @spidergirla5 @eunoiaastralwings @mysticmoomin @aconstructofamind @lilmelily

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Finrod: I used to make out with Maglor after concerts, I can’t court my ex’s brother, that’s practically incest, it would feel wrong!

Celegorm *watching with popcorn because he and Curufin are codependent as fuck*: It’s literal incest! You two are first cousins! We are already way past the threshold of worrying about that!

[fistfuloflightning]

some sketches for an old au of mine, where Maeglin survives Gondolin and flees from Morgoth’s forces hunting him. He has a run in with the Feanorians in one of the elven cities and is recognized as an Angband thrall/spy. To save his own life, he bargains with his ability to recreate Angrist and to share what plans of Morgoth’s he’d been privy to.

Vibes partly inspired by this track from Rurouni Kenshin

[carmisse]

Elves (and Mairon) in their less random moments

[batsyforyou]

A Wild Puddle Encounter!

Tags: Puddles, water

Author's Note: So, I went to bed last night and was smacked with this idea. It kept me really entertained so I hope someone gets a giggle out of it, cause I did.

Taglist: @asianbutnotjapanese

Would lift you over the puddle, help you over 

Glorfindel, Maglor, Celebrimbor, Beleg, Ecthelion, Thranduil, Gildor, Elrond, Finarfin, Fingolfin, Feanor, Finrod, Caranthir, Celebrimbor, Meludir

Would walk through the puddle and tease you about avoiding it 

Celegorm, Beleg, Mablung, Curufin, Feanor, Maeglin, Thranduil, Glorfindel, Fingon, Legolas, Celebrimbor

Would purposely splash the puddle 

Elladan, (me), Celegorm, Curufin (the not fun version), Meludir, Amras, Amrod, Fingon, Legolas

Would take off their cloak and put it over the puddle for you too cross

Finarfin, Fingolfin, Glorfindel, Gil Galad. Eonwe, Irmo, Finrod, Celebrimbor

Would avoid it, walk around

Erestor, Maedhros, Lindir, Curufin, Feanor, Elrohir, Caranthir, Turgon, Caranthir, Maglor

Would notice you avoiding it and make you “Embrace the suck” by making you walk through it

Sauron, Feren, Gildor, Namo, Haldir, 

Could not care it exists and walks straight through 

Eonwe, Celegorm, Mablung, Maedhros, Namo, Ulmo, Beleg, Legolas, Haldir, Eol, Sauron, Ulmo, Celebrimbor,

Would walk through the puddle while complaining or with a grimace on their face

Lindir, Turgon, Caranthir, Elrohir 

Happily splashes the puddle and later complains about their boots being wet

Elladan, Amras, Amrod, (me)

Would challenge it to a fight Pokémon style 

Glorfindel, Celegorm, Beleg, Fingon, Elladan, (me)

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[queerofthedagger]

catch your breath

[Curufin/Finrod | T+ | 200w | ao3]

Inspired by this incredible art by @magicinavalon thank you for always making me worse bestie ily <3

They are rare moments, sacrosanct. Stolen away only ever in the deep of night, between an exhale and its inevitable conclusion, sheltered between heavy sheets and brittle secrecy.

All the more, Finrod cherishes them for it—Curufin soft and pliant, half-asleep. His sharp, merciless tongue for once idle, his body sated. Fingers tangling into Finrod’s hair, not a warning or a reminder but something else, something almost gentle. Something honest.

It is only ever in sleep or that hazy space between that Curufin curls into him like a closing bracket, a tantalising promise that dissolves come morning. Like he is something real, something that Finrod could hold onto if only he dared, if he found the right words, the right cypher, the right moment.

Finrod knows better. The firelight splays golden across them, and he listens to Curufin's breathing. Curufin sleeps and Finrod keeps himself awake—counts the breaths, traces scars, mouth to the clever head of his; holds onto the moment as if it will let him do so any more than the calamity he shares his bed with.

The firelight gleams like Laurelin, and Finrod ignores the dark shadows gathering in the corners of the room, already waiting.

[dalliansss]

As Curufin dies in Doriath during the Second Kinslaying, he remembers the love of his life.

[velvet4510]

I have never heard anybody talk about a beautiful and poignant arc that occurs in the Tale of Beren and Lúthien. It’s not totally explicit in the text, but when you think about it, it’s most definitely there. And that is the relationship between Beren and Huan.

Think about Beren’s experience with hounds/wolves/dogs in general prior to meeting Huan. All he knew of them at first was Morgoth’s wolves.

When Lúthien and Huan showed up at Tol-in-Gauroth, Beren had just spent days if not weeks watching all his companions, including a dear friend, get brutally devoured by wolves in front of him. For him, hounds of any kind only signified terror, violence, suffering, and death.

So think of how unbelievably triggered he must’ve been when he emerged from Tol-in-Gauroth with Lúthien and saw a hound standing there. He must’ve freaked out!!! I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a full-on panic attack and screamed for Lúthien to run for her life.

Even when Lúthien assured him that this hound helped her, and Beren saw that Huan was tame and at least not an immediate threat, I really doubt the amount of trauma he had enabled him to fully trust Huan right away, especially when he found out that Huan used to serve the sons of Fëanor.

But then, this hound directly betrayed and fought the sons of Fëanor to protect Beren and his beloved. He caught an arrow in his teeth before it could hit Lúthien. Twice he helped Lúthien heal Beren from a wound. And in the end, he sacrificed himself to defeat Carcharoth.

Finally Beren saw that not all hounds were horrifying killers. Some hounds were indeed kind and noble. And he expressed his newfound love and gratitude for Huan by simply laying the palm of his hand on the heroic dog’s head.

An incredible evolution of their relationship.

[captain-peanut110]

Fingon: I fuck your brother

Celegorm and Curufin: *outraged* how dare you?!

Galadriel in the background: not quite nice when someone turns the tables of you, is it?

…

Finrod: 😳😳😳 how did u know?

Fingon: Everyone knows. You’re loud. And descriptive. And loud!

Finrod: 🫥🫥🫥

Fingon: no judgement

Galadriel: much judgement! Honestly, Ingo, wtf?

Finrod: 🫣🫣🫣

Fingon: oh, come on, it could have been worse

Galadriel: worse? how exactly? Morgoth? Sauron? A couple of balrogs?

Some time later:

Finrod: I love both of them and we are getting married!!!

Galadriel: how about those Balrogs now? I hear Morgoth is actually quite handsome? And Sauron is a mighty craftsman if that is what you’re into? Think about it!