#Maeglin x Reader

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Fantasise

Lords of Gondolin x reader

Request: Ok this is gonna sound crazy but…Consensual free-use kink fic where all the lords of Gondolin (that you write for) get to use Reader for one day however they please? She’s just going about her business that one day and they each get to take her aside or to their office to fuck her however they want? (Or idk maybe this has to be a week instead of a day to fit all the fucking idk. I’m not sure how you’d wanna pace this so I leave exact timing up to you.) - Anon

A/N: Thrilled to finally post this fic after staring at it for months and counting down the days. My first time posting something so daring in smut (for me), and I hope you all enjoy it!!

Warnings: female reader, smut, double penetration, gangbang, threesome, foursome, semi-public sex because it’s in a bathhouse, handjobs, blowjobs, rough sex, anal sex, manhandling, creampies, cunnilingus, fingering, aftercare

Words: 4.8k

Synopsis: At some point, all fantasies become a reality, especially those that involve assisting your fellow Lords in special ways when stressed.

“Oh God! Just like that…” you squealed as you fought to find the right words or sound to emit when a new wave of pleasure rocked your world as both Lord Galdor and Lord Rog synchronically thrust into you leaving you gasping for air and squeezing the young Prince Maeglin’s member too tightly. He hissed and groaned at the sensation of your smaller hand gripping tighter as his senior Lords took their time to fill your holes with their well-endowed member. Within seconds, his cock was being pleasured after you managed to find your bearings, slipping his tip past your lips once more. As Galdor and Rog rocked their sweaty bodies in tune with one another, it allowed you the right rhythm to stroke and suckle the head of Maeglin’s cock.

The harmonious moans, grunts and groans of the three Lords reverberated throughout the confined room of the bathhouse. A risqué place to be engaging in such frivolities, yet it was the best option for all the Lords to gather in the same room without servants muttering about the possibilities of your rendezvous. However, at the end of the day, you weren’t complaining when you knew many others wished they could be in your position. You considered your situation a fantasy come to life, and you were about to make every second count by taking all they gave.

The marble walls of the cream-coloured room supplied your hearing with the right pitches of their sounds, while yours were muffled by the assistance of the young Prince’s member sliding further past your lips until you broke free to inhale. You preferred all your sounds to be heard by only those engaging and no trespassers or wishers.

Under you lied Rog. His massive form coveted the floor, allowing your back to comfortably rest against his defined chest while his companion, the ever so delicate Lord Galdor hovered between your legs. His gentle hands held your legs future apart, only for Rog to pull them into your chest, applying little strength to prevent you from squirming away as his robust cock slid smoothly in and out of your ass. Lord Galdor was a dear to take your cunt, enjoying the idea of sampling the cream you produced which now formed a ring at the base, and Maeglin was satisfied to be included, having plump lips wrapping around his cock.

The unmistakable sound of their cocks sliding in and out of your holes left you drunk off their cocks and ecstasy. You couldn’t believe that you were taking more than one cock and managing just fine, especially with the roughness emitting from Lord Rog’s cock rapidly plunging in and out of your ass; you never knew he had so much pent-up frustration. Regardless, you were grateful because Lord Galdor balanced everything fine with his smooth and calculated thrust, ensuring that his tip repeatedly brushed your sweet spot and made your eyes cross.

All three Lords busied themselves, utilising as much of your body as you offered them, wanting to make this moment unforgettable. It wasn’t every day their close and dear friend proposed the idea of being the relief of their stress.

Struggling to keep your eyes open, the hand of Maeglin reached out to grip your chin and tilt your head to the side to meet his onyx eyes. Silently, his other hand reached out to guide his cock back to your mouth for you to swallow—his pleasure was building rapidly with the first-time experience of your warm cavern around him so deliciously. At the same time, Galdor’s fingers travelled down your legs to pinch your clit before aggressively rubbing it and Rog’s finger fiddled with your nipples.

It triggered a series of mumbling and your toes curling in on themselves as you were forced to lie there and take it. Muffled moans and groaning as you took more of Maeglin’s cock further down your throat caused the hand in your hair to tighten its grip and push your head deeper, taking over the pace. The mixture of having all holes occupied felt great on your body, yet confusing on your mind; you didn’t know where to focus. Each delivered a different type of pleasure that was impossible to focus on individually.

“Enjoying the pleasure, love?” teased Galdor as his fingers tweaked and pinched your clit. Your response was gurgled as your head was pulled off Maeglin’s cock, allowing you to catch your breath. “Of course you are.”

“Taking us well…” grunted Rog who delivered another smack to your ass, ensuring that he left his signature in his artwork.

Gasping for air as your eyes grew teary and the fire in the pit of your stomach increased, you nodded and whined in a needy tone, making all three of them laugh. You were adorable even when you were being fucked simultaneously by three Lords. You could feel your inner walls being flipped inside-out from their wicked thrusts, tugging and rubbing along their cocks, gifting you the heightened sensation of feeling the texture and hardness. All you could muster were your constant whines as the sensation grew.

“Are you close, love?” chuckled Maeglin. His voice was closest to your ear as his lips glided along your earlobe, nibbling your skin as he went. He made sure to keep your hand wrapped around his cock to continue stroking him off, knowing that he was close to cumming a second time tonight after being inside your walls earlier. “Go ahead and cum for us another time. Make a mess for us, hmm.”

The young Prince’s constant whispering in your ear, accompanied by his lips kissing your skin, Lord Galdor’s skilled fingers and Lord Rog’s timely thrusts, pushed you a little bit over the edge.

“Oh Eru! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” Gasping for air and vibrating alongside the feeling of your skeletons rattling, your free hand reached out to dig into Galdor’s thighs viciously, causing his thrusts to falter momentarily as your umpteenth orgasm washed over you. Both males slowed their thrusts as your walls clamped and tightened around their members, leaving them groaning lowly and resisting the urge to empty themselves in you right away. Maeglin on the other hand had ended his reign as his orgasm arrived at the same time as yours, splattering his cum across your hand and chest, and moved to sit in the pool to wash off while observing.

Once they recovered, ignoring your orgasmic state, Rog’s hands cupped your breasts as his thrusts quickened while Galdor’s fingers continued rubbing your clit as if they had ever stopped. The extra sensation of your walls clamping around them and the lingering effects prompted their pace to increase. The obscene squelching and skin-slapping sound as their hips met yours echoed louder and faster. You could feel both their balls colliding with your ass, heavy and full of cum to empty. At the thought of being filled with more cum, your walls fluttered.

“Come on love, come on. Squeeze me a little tighter; I’m close,” growled Galdor as he bowed his head to witness the cream oozing out your cunt and coating his and Rog’s cock deliciously. “I wish I could frame this sight forever. Look at how well you’re taking our cocks.”

“Feels so good…please fill me up…” Whining and fluttering your walls more to clamp down on their cocks tighter to make them spill faster, your pleads were being answered by their sporadic thrusts and deep grunts.

Rog’s hands left your breasts to wrap around your thighs, allowing you to be pressed against his chest as his thrusts became rougher. His lips kissed your hair, grunting lowly into it as he fucked with more vigour coming closer to his last few strokes. By then, your ass was a lovely shade of red from the pounding, urging your teeth to chatter and eyes to roll into your head. Drool escaped your lips which Galdor was a dear to wipe away before groaning softly and his cock twitching endlessly in your cunt as it flooded your insides with another load hot load of cum.

He pushed himself all the way to the base, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in your cunt as hot ropes of his cum oozed out. Shortly after, Rog followed with a louder grunt, holding you still as he buried all of him to the hilt in your ass, emptying his load and filling you to the brim. The combined sensation of both of them filling you at the same time left you feeling satisfied. You doubt you could possibly move now that you had three loads of cum stuffed in you.

Reluctantly, Galdor was the first to pull out, leaving behind a stream of cum, followed by Rog who was busy kissing your shoulder and rubbing your ass with his calloused hands. His voice was still deep and sensual as he whispered about how good you were for letting him take your ass and relieve his stress. The other two looked on at Rog’s tenderness, smiling, before Galdor grabbed a wet cloth and moved to clean up the spilt cum dripping out. However, the sight was a beauty to their eyes, seeing you consumed by them with a mark left behind.

It wasn’t long before you were immersed in the hot water with Galdor attached to your side, washing you off while the other two Lords relaxed. His touch was gentle as he pushed your hair out of the way, or lifted your arms and parted your legs to wash the sweat off. The exchange was tranquil with the sounds of the water trickling into the pools the only sounds heard as you all cooled off. It was only a matter of time before the others showed up and had their turn.

“It would appear that the three of them are lost!” exclaimed Rog while he waded through the water to the deeper end, flashing you another view of his chiselled body. “Which is odd given their excitement to the proposal.”

“One can say so for lord Ecthelion, not the other two,” chuckled Galdor. He was entirely relaxed, his demeanour already switched from the charming devil he displayed five minutes ago.

Smiling and nodding along to the lords, Galdor brushed his fingers around your nipples, enjoying the sight of them erected from his touch having abandoned the washcloth. Listening to them discuss the turnout of events for the night should the others not show up on time, he gently guided your body to sit between his to allow his hands to cup your breasts and play with your nipples. Your body melted into his at the touch as your head rested against his shoulder. In no time, his left hand slid beneath the water to cup your cunt and slip two fingers between your folds to enter your heat.

Immediately, they curled against your sweet spot, having found it after a little searching, eliciting a faint gasp from you as your fingers curled into his thighs. Slumping against him, the moment was soothing and relaxing as he took his time to thrust his fingers in and out while the heel of his palm grazed your clit. With your eyes shut and lips slightly parted, the conversation continued without your care of whether the Lords would appear. At least you were being pleasured while relieving theirs since it was the deal made.

“Does it feel good?” His mellow voice tickled your ear compared to your ragged breathing as your pleasure grew in large increments. The aftermath of your previous orgasms left you sensitive and open for the rest to flow without resistance. Lifting a hand from his thigh to hold onto his submerged wrist, you clamped your legs around his hand, forcing it to stay there as you rocked your body in tune with his rhythm. “Are you close already, My Lady?”

Nodding with a soft, raspy whine, you bumped your head against his shoulder blades, while continuing your rocking motion. Galdor smiled down at your form unravelling in his arms from the use of his fingers alone; a bit of pride welled in his chest. Bounding his arms around your waist as he felt the tightness growing, he fastened his hold mustering a small portion of his strength as you wriggled. Steadying his pace and brushing his finger repetitively, it was easier said than done, you came apart in his arms with the release of a silent scream.

As though the timing of the situation could not get any better, the arrival of the three stooges waltz into the private section of the bathhouse, already disrobed and flaunting their majestic figures. Egalmoth was the first to enter, eyes landing on your slumped figure curled in his fellow Lord’s arms, followed by Ecthelion tailing behind Glorfindel. All three Lords strolled in with an air of confidence, ready for tonight’s frivolities.

“It appears that we arrived in the nick of time?” laughed Egalmoth as he entered the pool, his silvery hair undone and cascading his body like liquid silver.

“We assumed you all cancelled, giving us the opportunity to invest a little more,” counter Galdor with a smirk.

Clicking his tongue, Glorfindel was the one to reply as he waltzed closer to where you sat. “That does not sound like you Lord Galdor, greedy.”

“What can I say? I am a stressed Elf Lord.”

Tailing behind Glorfindel silently, Ecthelion took in your flustered appearance, melting against the Galdor’s chest. Mimicking his fellow golden-hair Lord, he squatted to brush your hair out your face with a small smile gracing his lips. Both Lord gestures prompted the brown-haired Lord to aid you to your feet and guide you through the steps they were waiting to pamper you.

Briskly, yet gingerly, you waded through the water, out of the pool and into the arms of Glorfindel who embraced you with a brilliant smile. Catching a glimpse of his and lord Ecthelion’s physique and other appreciative body parts, you were surely going to end up incapacitated tonight and you had yet to witness Lord Egalmoth. Regardless, you knew his physique was also impressive given his boastful tendencies.

You ran a finger down Glorfindel’s abdomen and outline his V-line, stopping right above his cock when you heard him hiss. The devilish grin which formed on your face only fuelled your actions when you also reached out to repeat the same on Ecthelion who stood adjacent.

“Greetings to you, My Lords. I hope your time spent in my company is pleasurable.” Falling to your knees while you looked up to witness both their brows arched and lips bitten, you cast a wink and gripped their cocks. The recognition that the others were watching was long gone from your consciousness when you had two Lords erected cocks in your face.

Stroking their lengths and listening to their moans, no time was wasted as you leaned forward to capture the tip of Ecthelion’s cock in your mouth, sucking the tip before pushing your head deeper. His hands immediately flew to your head, fingered entangling in your hair and guiding you along his length as choruses of moans escaped his lips. Bobbing your head along his length as best as you could, pulled away and switched to Glorfindel’s cock, though, he was much more challenging to take like Rog’s. Getting him past your lips was easy, but fitting the rest in your mouth, your hand had to cover.

Though, to Glorfindel, he enjoyed the sight of your mouth wrapped around his cock with a bit of struggle, and similar to Ecthelion, his fingers wove into your hair and did their best to move your head along his girthy length. As difficult as it was at first, you were able to take more of him and soon, you were switching between both cocks, lavishing them with your mouth and hands. Bobbing your head as you altered between different cocks, both Lords stood with their abdomen clenched and hands in your head, relishing in the heavenly abode of your mouth.

“I would not mind being treated like this every time I am stressed,” groaned Glorfindel as you placed kisses along his length, from the base to tip. “Fuck, just like that, sweetheart—you’re doing so well.”

“Is there room for me to be included because I feel left out?” The approaching footsteps of Egalmoth padded lightly from behind as he observed you caring for his friends while he stood with a painfully erected cock, leaking precum.

Opening his eyes at the intrusion of his moment, Ecthelion grumbled a curt, “Wait your turn.”

Laughing at the response after discussing all that they would do together with you, Egalmoth sauntered over and fell to his knees. There, amongst your ministrations with his fellow companions, his lips fell upon your skin. At first, his kisses and bites were affectionate, filled with a touch of playfulness while his hands roamed your front, fingers dancing dangerously close to your mound, and parting your hair to run his fingers along your lips. But easily his kisses grew hungry, and lust filled as he grazed his teeth against your skin while he ground his hips into your ass once a finger slipped between your fold to dance with your clit.

You partially froze with Glorfindel’s tip in your mouth, tongue swirling around the head, prompting him to jerk. Egalmoth took this as a sign to proceed and travel his finger further south where he came to your sensitive entrance and unmistakeably sunk two fingers inside, crossing them and aiming for your soft spot. Grounding his cock against your ass while matching the rhythm to the thrusting of fingers left you breathless on both Lord’s cocks. Your grip tightened every few seconds, prompting impatient hisses to be emitted from their lips.

Very soon, Egalmoth’s lips began to descend down your back, his free hand sweeping your hair out the way as he made a line all the way to your ass, not without biting a cheek.

“Are you serious?” you muttered with laughter in your tone.

A casual shrug before he parted your legs, fingers still embedded in your cunt, he grinned. “Couldn’t resist something so plump and juicy,” he laughed. “Why don’t we shift towards the bench; it’s more comfortable.”

The other two, frozen in their plethora of pleasure, were abruptly brought out of their revere and nodded along, not wanting to waste a second more when their pleasure was so high.

Within a matter of seconds, you found yourself being arranged into a familiar position you were folded into, moments ago. Back pressing against Glorfindel’s chest and legs crooked and pressing into your sides, Egalmoth knelt between them with his large warrior hands gripping the back of your thighs with his control slipping away inch by inch. To your right, you were met with Ecthelion’s elegant yet, angry erection contorting towards your face to be put out of misery. Inhaling deeply through your mouth, you bit your lips when Glorfindel’s cock head rubbed against your rear entrance before he gently pressed and inched himself in slowly.

“Shit,” you groaned as his cock slid in, thicker and heavier than most, making your eye droop.

Your entire body moved as he sharply inhaled at your tightness, wondering if the others had even dared to enter. Immediately, his hands found purchase on your breasts, his calloused texture, rough against your skin, provided the right amount of pleasure to your sensitivity. Once his cock was embedded and his feet were planted into the floor, Egalmoth descended, without a minute to spare, on your cunt, his mouth covering the entire to give you long lavish licks, making your toes curl and eyes cross. “Hmm, fuck you taste sweet,” came the muffled voice of Egalmoth as he wasted no time dragging his tongue through your folds. Not one for being left behind, Ecthelion soon followed with a firm grip on your jaw as he tapped the head of his cock against your lips for you to take him into your warm, wet cavern.

Feeling a greater pressure already welling up inside your lower abdomen from the steady mixture of Glorfindel’s thick cock thrusting deeper and Egalmoth’s tongue flicking your clit, you were well on your way to an early release. All your emitted sounds were being choked on Ecthelion’s cock plunging in and out your mouth. You could barely keep up with your tongue’s ability to run along his length as he controlled the pacing, leaving you gurgling and moaning in muffles.

“Such a good girl, love,” whispered Glorfindel as he spoke with a deep guttural. “You’re taking me so well.”

As you were being used for your purpose, your previous onlookers smiled and gleamed with desire still swimming in their eyes as they marvelled at the sight. Glorfindel’s and Ecthelion’s cocks worked in sync, thrusting with a rhythm alongside Egalmoth skilful tongue on your clit, to leave you trembling, unable to catch your breath. The slick sounds of wet skin against each other, accompanies by the sweet, lustful moans of the Lords made your pussy clench and leak more arousal for Egalmoth to swallow up. What he missed, covered Glorfindel’s cock to aid with deeper penetration.

Pulling Ecthelion’s cock out your mouth and wrapping your hand around his length. You sucked in a struggled, deep breath. “Sl–…ow down…too deep…” you breathlessly stuttered out as they were getting deeper and rougher with their actions. “Hmph! Shit!”

From beneath you, Glorfindel laughed and dragged his hands off your breasts to cup your ass and drive himself deeper, increasing the sounds of his heavy balls slapping your ass. On the other end, Ecthelion rolled his eyes and slapped your hand off his cock before directing himself back into your wet cavern.

For every penetration of Ecthelion’s cock, you felt every ridge and vein along his cock, tasting the semi-sweetness of his precum on your tongue, Glorfindel’s cock slid out slowly until the tip was all that was left in. For each thrust, there was a faint stinging sensation left on your ass from his powerful hips. Whereas Egalmoth refused to be a tease at this moment and sunk his fingers—three—into your slick entrance, ensuring that all your holes were occupied with something enjoyable. The combined act of both fingers and tongue fuelled the burn in your abdomen and the pulsation in your pussy like a small, violent heartbeat. You swore that you were straight up losing your mind the more they continued.

It was difficult to keep up with the wickedness of Egalmoth’s mouth on your pussy, licking and sucking as if there was some liquid gold running out. The lewd sounds of his mouth and fingers in contact with your slickness, caused a few of the onlookers to grin as they remembered your taste moments ago. In the back of your mind, you could make out the faint exchange of laughter they released as you shut your eyes and clenched your muscles around Egalmoth’s finger and Glorfindel’s cock as your umpteenth orgasm washed over. Ecthelion was the one to slip his cock out your mouth to give you a moment to breathe when Egalmoth waved him over to switch positions.

Immediately Ecthelion slipped his cock into your heat, swearing and shutting his eyes at how wet and warm you were. He knew in a matter of seconds he was about to combust; at least he needed to enjoy a minute or two. Wasting no time and not caring about build-up or matching Glorfindel’s pace, he inserted himself and started pounding away, gripping your thighs with more venom to ensure that you were filled to the brim. The weight of his cock, less than Glorfindel’s, still carried an unforgettable signature that left your toes curling as he fucked you into sensitivity while rubbing your clit.

“Gods you feel too good,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me finish early.”

Chuckling, Egalmoth had stepped aside, wanting to have you all to himself once they were over. He moved over to sit at the edge of the pool as Ecthelion and Glorfindel went to work, increasing their pace to drill into you harder. Your sweet cries turned into hiccups as you struggled to take the brutal pounding from both noble warriors.

“Oh fuck!” you whined, dragging your sound and turning it into a squeal when one of Glorfindel’s hands reached down to rub your clit, joining his friend. Your eyes were half-closed as they were a mixture of crossing and rolling into your head. “Nghh! God I close.”

Grinning triumphantly from under you, the golden-haired Lord’s lips ran across your shoulder, kissing and biting, whispering filth into your ears to drive you over the edge. For each word that left his lips, they both felt how you contracted around them and sucked them in further with absolute want. Needing them to drive themselves in further and deeper until they painted your insides white. Your desire for wanting to milk them dry as they melted within your soft walls, enjoying the lavish massaging in return for their cocks rubbing you just right, caused Glorfindel to spiral first.

His hips stuttered as his moans turned into grunts, and his fingers never ceased rubbing your clit as he gave one last hard thrust and pushed his cock to the hilt as he emptied himself, basking in the clenching of your muscles squeezing him. Ecthelion was one to follow shortly after with the swelling of his cock being felt by you before painting your insides white as well. Both their melodic panting, echoing in your ear was stirring your insides all over again as if to have another round. And, as if they were able to sense your thoughts, Ecthelion smiled and shook his head while Glorfindel chuckled. Furthermore, the sight of your cunt stained with cum was tempting to overstay and release another load.

Fighting the urge to stay a while longer in your warmth, he was the first to gently pull out and release your legs from his deadly grip, giving apologetic squeezes to them.

“So sorry, darling. Do forgive me,” Ecthelion sweetly apologised as he bent down to kiss your thighs. “But let’s get you cleaned up.”

Tiredly murmuring something unrecognisable, he brought you to your feet, leading you to wince at the sensation of their cum trickling out and down your thighs. However, Glorfindel was sad to let you go already, but he knew before the night was over, he’d have you again. As you stood, Glorfindel couldn’t resist outstretching his hands to give each of your ass cheeks a quick squeeze. Your head swivelled around to stare at him questioningly. In return, he offered a boyish grin. “I can’t resist it.”

Now on your feet, you melted into Thel’s embrace as he brushed your hair out of your sweaty face before whisking you over to the pool to immerse your body in the hot water. And like a magnet, Egalmoth found his way to your side and pulled you against his chest. “They were quite rough on you, sweetness,” he apologetically whispered into your shoulder as he kissed it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you later.”

His words earned an eye roll from all the other Lords who either scoffed or slapped water at him.

Eventually, with all the Lords finally present in the pool with you, washing themselves off and discussing their daily gossip, you relaxed. The night was still young with many hours to go before everyone agreed that their fills were satisfied, and you were officially aware of how hungry each of them was. Thankfully with their caring nature and focus on aftercare, you were more than able to take them all over again…a few more times.

Feeling the wet sponge being dragged over your shoulders as Egalmoth continued to wash off the sweat, you closed your eyes and melted into his chest. “I don’t mind doing this more often once I get good aftercare.”

Growing content at your words, he leaned in and kissed your neck. “I’m glad that you are enjoying yourself,” he murmured while his other hand snaked around your waist to pull you onto his lap. The minute you sat on his lap, you felt his erection pressing against your back. “But I wouldn’t mind being a bit sneaky and having more of you right now. What do you say, pretty girl?”

“I would be a fool to decline,” you giggled as you shifted and eased yourself on his cock as he delicately slipped himself in, both doing your best to not make a sound as the others laughed.

“Now let’s see how well you can keep quiet…”

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Squishing and Kissing the Elves Cheeks pt.2

Tags: dramatic form of affection, crack?

Author's Note: this is the current highest winning and I just decided to do Eonwe, this one as well as the pokémon one and the other. So, basiclly everything lol.

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Squishing and kissing Maeglin’s cheeks 

He has a very thin face so there isn’t much to grab and pinch but when you do grab and squish his face (much to his shock and horror) he’ll gape at you. And when you kiss him? He is so caught off guard he’ll shove you away in a panic. Red finger prints on his pale cheeks and with his labored breathing he’ll look like a cornered animal. 

He’ll demand to know what you were doing, “I was just trying to love on you, love.” You say. 

“Oh.” He gulps, his cheeks flaring with color. “Could you, could you do that again?” 

Essentially he is that meme, “What is this? Affection? Disgusting, do it again.” 

Squishing and kissing Turgon’s cheeks

He is beyond embarrassed 

Hates PDA so if you so much as reach to cup his face while outside he’ll flinch back so hard his face would catch fire. (blushing)

He’ll snap his head around while covering his mouth and look to see if any of his siblings saw you and if no one even glances in his direction he’ll calm down. 

If you try to squish his cheeks alone he’ll be just as embarrassed so he’ll pull back some while mumbling a complaint about having to bend down so far 

But don’t worry all you have to do is jut out your bottom lip and pout before he gives in. 

Letting you pinch and kiss his cheeks as he listens to your giggles with red ears. 

Squishing and kissing Maglor’s cheeks (Not finished) 

“Magpie?” 

“Yes, my dear?” 

Slowly approaches, “Would you be upset if I stole a few minutes of your time?” 

“Not at all!” Glancing up from his music sheets he cocked his head, “My love, I can hear your heart beating from here. What has sent your heart a flutter?” 

Frowning he scooted his chair back, “Celegorm hasn’t done something has he?” 

Giggling, you shook your head, “No, no! I just, you're so cute.” 

He smiled, patting his lap, and you hurriedly took his invitation, lifting your skirt over his legs to comfortably settle against his chest. “I do believe that is a trait to describe you.” 

Giggling, you pushed your face into the crook of his neck as he held you in his embrace. After a few minutes cuddling you pushed yourself back a little to meet his eye. 

Reaching up you squished his cheeks together and kissed his nose and other random spots on his face. 

With one more smacking kiss to his lips you grin, bumping his nose with yours, “I love you.” 

Running his thumb over the apple of your cheeks he looked up at you with admiration in his eyes. 

“I love you, enterally.” 

Squishing and kissing Maedhros’s cheeks 

You’ll have to wait and make sure the elf is sitting at his desk if you even want to attempt getting him with your dramatic affection. Thinking Maedhros will shove you off you act fast, giggling as you rush to his side. 

“Melda? What are you-” Quickly taking a hold of his cheeks you squish them together and give him one singularly wet, smacking kiss and race off, laughter trailing in your wake. 

Stunned and confused, Maedhros ponders exactly what happened, a slow smile growing on his lips. 

By the next morning you were struggling to move from your bed, sitting at your bedside and staring at your bedroom floor, no thoughts were entering your mind. Seeing you on the bed Maedhros smirks, yanking on his belt to make sure it's secure he leans over to you and pinches your cheek with his one hand, leaving a passionate kiss onto your lips. 

“There.” He says. “Easy pickings.” 

It very quickly turns into a game of Cat and Mouse. 

It’ll happen in the corridors, at the dinner table and any place that holds no political importance. Leaving his brothers to roll their eyes and groan at their brothers show of sickening affection. 

And as the oldest, nothing makes him more happy, annoying his brothers and loving on his love. 

Squishing and kissing Curufin’s cheeks

You slowly approached him, taking careful sure-footed steps into his office you observed his still form. The constant scratch of his quill acted as a lure to distract your husband from what was about to happen. Feeling laughter bubble inside your chest you tightly bit your lips, 

So close ….. 

The elf grunted, “Don’t even think about it.” 

Feeling your ballooned excitement pierce with a pop, you sighed, his words mimicking his brother’s skill in archery. 

“How did you know?” 

Crossing your arms you gave up on being sneaky, instead strutting right up to his desk and plopping your butt on the corner. 

Counting his papers he licked his fingers and pulled a fresh paper from the stack, “Your first mistake was thinking that I would not recognize your presence in a room. To think I would not recognize your footfalls and the subtle minute traces of your scent, is insulting.” 

You raise a brow staring at him and as the minutes ticked on he sighed, “I could hear you through the wall.” 

You groan, dropping your back to stare at his intricately designed ceiling. Of freaking course he did. 

“Please Curufin? Please, let me have this.” 

Circling a set of numbers he marked Caranthir’s name beside it. 

“No.”

You pouted, “Pretty please? I won’t ask you for anything else all year!” 

“We both know that will never happen.” 

“Curufin.” You beg. 

Dropping his quill he rubbed at his temples, “Would it really make you that happy?” 

“Yes!” 

Sighing he leaned into his chair, burying his fingers into the fabric of his sleeves. 

“Fine.” 

Squealing you grabbed his face and planted a big fat kiss on him. Enjoying every minute  he lets you squish and kiss his cheeks. 

Squishing and kissing Erestor’s cheeks  

Pulls away almost immediately, the elf is snapping his face anyway from you so fast you practically hear the neck snap audio. 

He is so red in the face because he is so angry at himself for actually enjoying it and he feels so embarrassed over the fact that he can feel something grow in his heart. And just knowing that he likes being cooed at and loved so “Childishly” with a dramatic flair, he doesn’t want to look at himself. He is a hardened soldier who faced countless battles and struggles in his long immortal life. So being handled like that by you feels so good and so wrong at the same time. 

Essentially, he is that meme where people go, “This better not awaken anything in me.” lol 

Squishing and kissing Caranthir’s cheeks

Slamming the door to your shared chambers Cara grunted, yanking at his tunic and muttering under his breath. 

Peeking over the sofa you watched your love with interest, setting aside the book you’d been reading. 

“Cara?” 

Taking his boots he stepped on the heels, slipping his feet out and kicking them to the side. 

You tried again. 

“Cara, my love?” 

He grunted, near snorting at you as he fumbled with the buttons, struggling to pop them. His face stood as a testament to his mood, a blister red and his ears seemingly twitching at the heat. 

“Oh, my sweet baby.” You call. “Come sit and I’ll help you.” 

Ignoring you, he huffed and yanked at his clothes with the strength only an elf could carry. The fabric ripping off his back and shoulders, Caranthir pulled the garment from his arms and sighed. 

Finally free of his clothes, save his leggings, Caranthir trudged towards your spot on the couch and climbed into your lap, hiding his face in your stomach. 

Frowning, you gently reached into the small box under the side table and pulled a small brush from its contents. Humming a lullaby in a soothing tone you removed his braids and pins and brushed his hair until the tension in his back melted away. 

“Hard day?” You asked. 

The rumble of his voice hid itself in the folds of your shirt. “Worse than you know.” 

Pushing himself onto his back he rolled over to look up at you.

“Can you?” 

Grinning you tossed the brush into its box and took a hold of cheeks, “I’d love too.”

Masterlist

[lamemaster]

Yandere the Silmarillion Elves

Request: Hello! May I request yandere headcanons for Maeglin and Maglor (separately), perhaps with a human reader? Also, I really love your blog you write incredible stories :))

Pairings: Maeglin x human reader & Maglor x human reader

Genre: Dark themes. Maeglin's is gorey >"<

AN: Thank you for requesting this! I enjoy writing dark themes and this definitely was my cup of tea. I hope you like it.

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Maeglin- (yandere reader)

A mangled mess of limbs was how you found him, withering beneath the ruins of the fallen city.

Somehow, against all odds, he lived. An amalgamation of mass bound to a body. Condemned to survive in a body tortured by death’s refusal to grant him peace.

He had endured this state for nearly a year, trapped between life and death, as if the world itself were determined to deny him release.

And then, there was you. As a wandering bandit, the sight of Gondolin’s ruins had seemed a fortune, a treasure mine promising riches to last a lifetime.

Yet amid the remnants of shattered stone and splintered wooden furniture, there he lay—the last survivor of the city’s fall. The one who instigated it all.

The incestuous bastard who, miraculously, had survived it. Every elven bards’ latest villain, the one sung of in recent ballads with curses on their lips.

You lifted the broken elf, cradling his twisted form—if his position could even be called that. His eyes, devoid of lids, remained fixed on you, unblinking, raw from months of crying out for help that never came. Gods, even now, he was beautiful.

Thus began your labor. Five days passed as you set bones that had grown crooked with time, wrapped him in scraps of cloth salvaged from the ruins, and nursed him with poppy milk poured into his helpless lips. With his face streaked by dried tears, he grew drowsy, finally slipping into fevered dreams.

As he lay shivering in your arms, lost in visions of a life that had abandoned him, you brushed your hand over his unmarred skin, tracing the contours of his trembling eyelids.

You murmured softly, your voice a mix of promise and threat “I would never let anyone hurt you. They’d have to get through me first... and believe me, they wouldn’t make it.” As if your reassurance could pull him back from his dreams of the past life without you.

Here, in the grave of his past, he was yours. No one would come for the one even death had forsaken. He was yours alone, bound by fate’s cruelty and your own claim upon him.

Cupping his damp cheek, you grinned, a glint of madness in your eyes. “My darling incestuous bastard,” you whispered, a low cackle slipping from your lips.

Maglor- (yandere character)

Maglor would follow you into death. Not even Eru Himself could hope to take you from him. No one would ever take what was his, not again.

The wedding was swift. In fact, the secondborn Fëanorian had insisted upon it within weeks of meeting you, brushing aside your hesitations with fervent kisses.

Your concerns about the doom of mortality were hushed in whispers and promises; if death was a gift granted to Men, then Maglor would seize it back from its giver. His breaths would ebb and flow with yours. Nothing could alter that.

It was all he could do now. Time had sharpened his resolve, even blunted the burns of the Silmaril, leaving behind only faint scars.

He had glamoured away his past, letting his skin heal so he could become the perfect lover for you, forsaking his true name for a new one.

Peldis, he called himself. A mountain elf from distant valleys. By sheer luck, you hadn’t noticed the faint scent of brine lingering about him, nor the care he took in combing his tangled hair until it shone.

You hadn’t glimpsed the quiet ferocity with which he shed his former self to stand before you, a stranger made whole in the reflection of your wants.

It had been one fateful night, when the ache of the Silmaril consumed him, that he’d first seen you.

Or rather, he’d caught sight of you wading in moonlit waters, bare as the light itself, utterly unguarded. He hadn’t looked away. The years had been long, and the Fëanorian had been starved.

The vision of silvery moonlight tracing your body had entranced him, struck him with a longing sharper than any oath. 

You were it, he thought. The Silmaril reborn. Perhaps even better than any of his father’s works. You were more than a cursed jewel.

Like a viper shedding its skin, Maglor transformed himself into Peldis. A convenient presence in your village, a simple trader of carved wooden combs.

It had not taken him long to notice the way your own hair flowed down your back like silk, and he knew, watching you, that you would come to him.

From offering a delicate comb for your hair to placing the ring upon your finger, Maglor had orchestrated each moment, each touch.

The songs of your fairytale romance made it easy to draw you into his arms, into the warmth of your bed, far from prying eyes and whispers.

And there, as he held you close, his touch guiding you deeper into his embrace, he tugged your soul into a quiet submission, bending your will and your mind to his desire.

Maglor knew what was best for you. And in this life, that place was here, wrapped in his arms, your heart tethered to his.

Even in the harmony of the Timeless Halls, yours would be the song he would compose. His muse. His beloved. You were his, now and forever.

[elficially-done-with-life]

Maeglin being in love with you hc

Maeglin x Reader

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♡ Is very shy around you at first and doesn't speak Quenya well, which is why it takes a while for you to get to know each other properly

♡ But even before that, you get on relatively well

♡ You are the first person in Gondolin to try to make friends with him, and he is very grateful to you for this, and shows it with small gifts, such as flowers or necklaces and bracelets he has forged himself

♡ As he sometimes seems a bit lonely, you often invite him to picnics or come to his forge and keep him company

♡ He doesn't know how to tell you that he likes you because he's afraid you might leave, he is convinced he doesn't deserve love

♡ So he doesn't say anything but just gives you lots of gifts and spends as much time with you as possible

♡ Always looks for you when he's sad, even if he doesn't tell you why he was looking for you

♡ You start to notice something and give him a gift too, Maeglin doesn't know what to say, but always cherishes your gift

♡ If he finds you crying or sad, he doesn't know what to do, but leaving you crying alone is not an option, so he does what his mum always did when he was sad: he talks to you in a calm voice until you calm down a bit and takes you into his arms

♡ Maeglin's voice works wonders on you

♡ When he is captured by Morgoth, he has enough trust in you to afterwards tell you what happened

♡ Together you warn the others and flee the city

♡ Maeglin wants to stay behind at first because he doesn't think he deserves to be rescued

♡ This is the moment when you tell him that you love him and want him to come with you

♡ So Maeglin quietly tells you that he feels the same way about you and comes with you, because you tell him that you couldn't live without him, and that you would stay in Gondolin with him, and he could never let that happen

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[imclimbingthestairsoforthanc]

Masterlist

House of Finarfin

By the Sea - Finrod x Reader: Pt. 1; Pt. 2

Sons of Fëanor

Dance - Caranthir x Reader Love and Loss - Maedhros x Reader Tradition - Caranthir x Reader: Pt. 1; Pt. 2

Lords of Gondolin

Loser - Maeglin x Reader

Lords of Imladris

Starvation - Glorfindel x Touch Starved!Reader High Tide - Erestor x Reader: Prologue; Pt. 1; Pt. 2; Pt. 3

[theelvenhaven]

Dating Maeglin

Navigating his C-PTSD

Request: Maybe headcanons about his potential journey with cPTSD? Maybe this is the better hc idea than the previous one, how did their culture integrate someone with his background into society? I feel like he had unique circumstances compared to most and their understanding of childhood PTSD wasn’t as great as ours (we still have work to do too ofc). I’d be curious how he navigated the challenges and misunderstandings he got from people with normal family backgrounds. We know he was loved and adopted by Turgon but I suspect he had a lot of lingering resentment and felt “apart” or isolated from most people in Gondolin. Either way, thank you for opening requests and I understand if either or both of these asks are a bit ambitious lol. May is also my birth month so I love reading your blog while celebrating. :)) thank you for posting again, and especially then!!

A/N: I tried to cover everything that you mentioned here, but I mostly focused on it being with a significant other, but hopefully this covered most of what you were looking for. Also I was so happy to do these for you! Happy Early Birthday! I hope you enjoy and this covers most of what you were looking for!

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♦ When it comes to dating Maeglin, it's going to be pretty hard not to notice that Maeglin has been through horrible things.

♦ Between the intimate and obvious knowledge of his father murdering his mother, it's going to be clear that there were other things he had been through too.

♦ Maeglin is very iffy when it comes to opening up and regards you with suspicion even despite the fact that you two are courting.

♦ Especially when you announce that you need to discuss something with him, it makes him really anxious to hear it and he might assume- very obviously- that he is in trouble.

♦ Even if it is just for a simple talk, you will find that Maeglin will ask you straight up if he's done something wrong.

♦ OR he will profusely apologize for something he has done wrong, he doesn't really do well with the suspense of whatever that conversation might be and needs reassurance that he's not in trouble of some kind.

♦ Maeglin also tends to be a people pleaser, because of how Eol treated him.

♦ You will find that often times he goes out of his way to do things for you for your approval, even if it was completely unnecessary.

♦ That and he tends to take too much, no matter how annoyed or upset he might get, and he won't let you in on it until he's exploding and its come out of nowhere.

♦ When unfortunately he's been doing everything under the sun to please you and make you happy, neglecting his own emotions and needs.

♦ It takes a lot of patience, and understanding to get him to learn how to set boundaries that are fair and reasonable for him so he can navigate his life without any stress.

♦ Because Maeglin is used to walking on egg shells around everyone, it takes some time for him to not do the same with you.

♦ You'll notice that he often times seems to "test the waters" by being apprehensive or not coming straight out with the fact that he has a request or a simple question or talking about his emotions.

♦ Showing emotions especially is a big deal for Maeglin, because his father would've taught him that they are gender specific and "feminine" despite the fact that they are not.

♦ You'll probably find that it takes a long time to get Maeglin to open up about anything that isn't surface happiness.

♦ Getting into his real feelings is uncomfortable and difficult, and it takes a long time for him to get comfortable with you as a result of how his father treated him.

♦ It's not that he doesn't have feelings for you or doesn't care about you, it's just not easy to break years and years of habits that were formed by his abuse.

♦ Should the two of you ever argue, you'll probably find that Maeglin will completely and totally shut down around you.

♦ He probably won't want to keep up with the argument at all, and will probably just "lie there and take it", even if you are in the wrong and he is in the right.

♦ Maeglin has a lot of self loathing and thinks that he deserves whatever "bashing" or negative feelings you have towards him.

♦ He requires a lot of patience and understanding, especially when he has shut down on you. He really can't help it he just doesn't know what else he should do.

♦ Seeing that Maeglin has a lot of issues as a result of the C-PTSD he is suffering with, it would most definitely be in your best interest to get involved with a Healer.

♦ Someone who you could talk to about your concerns for Maeglin, and who you could eventually bring Maeglin too.

♦ He'd probably resist especially at first, thinking that there's nothing wrong with him and delving into his emotions is a woman's place not his.

♦ But Maeglin trusts you, and eventually that façade of everything being alright would crumble down and he'd let you take him to a Healer to be seen and start discussing what is going on with him.

♦ It would be a good way for the two of you to build a healthier relationship and set up a good foundation for trust in one another.

♦ It would also help Maeglin work through how badly his father treated him, and how it wasn't normal.

♦ Learning that Ada's aren't supposed to treat their children like dirt is a hard concept to accept and will most certainly need your support.

♦ Maeglin would be very grateful for any support you give and you sticking by his side through the tough things he will have to go through.

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[eunoiaastralwings]

Heya Lovie , hope you're doing well😁

I'm obsessed with the idea that Maeglin didn't actually love Idril romantically and it was a rumour made to villainize him to cover up the fact her husband killed him ... I did see a post on it hence why I'm obsessed with it but your thoughts on that?

Second- Maeglin request please if you don't mind 😅 but my idea is a human comes to Gondolin for..whatever reason maybe a black Smith in training? And hence forth maeglin is assigned their mentor. But just said human trying to hide their feelings because insecurity is massive thanks to them gorgeous elves and their annoyingly good looks. I am liking the idea they're a male , even more reason to hide their feelings cause humans don't really accept gay relationships , specially in those times, so safe to assume that elves don't either (but they do thanks to love binds by the soul and not the body of said soul) so just fluff and some young love panic . I completely understand if you don't want to do the whole gay thing, gender neutral is perfect aswell. Take care 💕

Love Through Souls

featuring maeglin x male reader

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

warnings ooc, shitty writing. . . and what not

a/n am sorry. . .

You carefully tried to do as Maeglin had instructed you - feeling a little nervous with every move. 

You hoped you weren’t too obvious on how you continuously looked at him.

It was because you couldn’t help yourself - from gazing at the tall and dark haired ellon in front of you.

He was assigned as your mentor the moment you show interest in smith work.

It was rather kind of king Turgon to take in your poor shivering human male soul from unkind lands. 

It was common knowledge that the wise king did let almost anyone into his hidden kingdom - to say you were lucky were an understatement.

“Careful!”

Maeglin ordered - keeping you away from the sparks that soared from the fire.

Your heart couldn’t help the involuntary leap it had done when he had put himself in between the fire and yourself - pulling you beside him as it soared.

Maeglin never ceased to mesmerize you everyday with skills and abilities as a smith.

It was rather both inspiring as well as mesmerizing - it had only made you fall deeper for him.

But sadly you knew the case - not only were you a human, but a male. . . besides the young prince had already set his sights on the princess of Gondolin.

She was rather beautiful with her long golden-like hair that seemed to sparkle and tint like of a jewel - and her eyes of deep blue could draw anyone in.

Not only herself - but every elleth and ellon present in your sights only made you question deeper about yourself.

You felt fat and frumpy in the sights of such beauty that left your eyes wide in wonder.

But out of all elves present - especially among the males of course - the only one that truly caught your attention had been Maeglin.

WIth his broody and silent nature - with sharp stares and careful gazes he managed to capture you in at once without taking too long.

You had not meant to fall for the ellon - you had known how humans alone in your village had felt about same sex couples.

Therefore - you could not even begin to think on how elves would react towards it.

So you kept it down - ignoring the hurt that caged your heart every time you spotted Maeglin’s eyes linger on Princess Idril.

But even as you did - everything he said or did, like for example now how he pulled you behind him to protect yourself from the fire - the more you fell and the harder it was for you to suppress your feelings towards him.

It was getting harder and harder day by day to be around him as he mentored you.

Therefore finally you had decided to let it go - for the sake of further humiliation and the ache of your heart you let go of your passion of smithing.

So Maeglin no longer needed to mentor you - and you no longer needed to face him every day.

Your hands delicately brushed over the small metal tag chain necklace you made - it had both your own name and Maeglin’s name carved on it.

It was something you made yourself - sure as you were still learning there were a few dents and misshapes but it was still worth it for you.

You had made it when Maeglin was away with king Turgon in his gardens and was not able to mentor you one day.

While it may never happen - at least you were free to dream about it right? 

Then suddenly your door slammed open - making you jump from the edge of the bed where you were sitting. You instantly hid the chain necklace.

If looks could kill you would be 10 feet under the ground right now - because of how Maeglin glared as he walked over to you.

He reached within milliseconds because of his long strides and you did not even have time to react.

“You could have knocked…”

You said quietly.

“I rather not have - considering how my student failed to attend his class today.”

Maeglin’s deep voice rumbled - making you shiver.

“I had informed the king I will no longer be attending smithwork.”

You said - looking at your feet.

“Yes - I’m aware you informed my ever wise uncle but you did not inform me - nor did you give him my uncle a valid reasoning - therefore I do not approve of you quitting!” 

Maeglin said.

It was the first time you had seen Maeglin react like so - usually he was quiet and reserved but this was like he was speaking before thinking like he usually does.

It means you had struck hard to make Maeglin mad enough to behave like so.

“I apologize for not coming to you. . .” 

You offered a straight heartfelt apology - keeping the chain necklace clasped in your hands and hidden behind you.

Maeglin looked surprised - even a soft red tinge appeared suddenly on his cheeks as he blinked and cleared his throat, looking both shameful and awkward.

“. . .Why have you quit?”

He asked instead - from the sound of his tone, it was easy to tell he had wondered about it too many times and had been trying to hide it. 

But emotions had been something Maeglin always struggled with - either he wouldn’t come to terms with something, or other times he never understood what they meant.

“I do. . . - I do not have the passion for it, no more. . .”

You sighed with a gulp - your hands clasping tighter around the necklace.

“I do not believe that for a second!”

Maeglin declared - making you shocked for a moment.

You only frowned at him.

Then Maeglin tried to peek behind you.

“What is it you hold behind you?”

Your eyes widened and your clasped the necklace tighter.

“Nothing of which concerns the matter.”

You tried to put out formally - then stepped backwards as Maeglin took a step towards you.

Maeglin narrowed his eyes - staring into your eyes as if debating on something in this mind.

This seemed to be the Maeglin you knew  - the one who was careful and calculated, who needed time to formulate his thoughts into words as he stared at the person he wished to speak with. 

Others found it uncomfortable - you did too at first - but later realized it was how he was able to function.

This time however - he swiftly reached behind you.

With this elvish swiftness you didn’t even have the time to react as he quickly grabbed the chain necklace off your hands and dangled it above your head reading engraving on it.

You gasped trying to reach for it - but Maeglin kept it away from your grasp.

“What is this?”

He asked incredulously.

Your heart couldn’t but beat painfully fast.

You managed to grab it back and turned away from him - he probably felt so disgusted.

Tears had pricked the corners of your eyes.

“Nothing!”

“Let me see. . .”

Maeglin offered - feeling awkward and guilty at the sight of your tears.

“No - you should leave. . .”

You whimpered.

Maeglin gulped.

“Please. . .Y/N - I did not mean to offend you. . .It does-”

“It does not matter, please leave. . .”

You said starting to cry, your heart aching.

Maeglin fisted and unfisted his hands - before he harshly turned away slammed your door shut behind him as you cried.

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It has been a week since the incident. You had been in the gardens - randomly walking thinking of what to do with your life since you already gave up your passion for smithing.

Then sooner or later become the gossip in the hidden city.

You had thought of leaving - but you knew yourself walking outside these borders was a death sentence in a literal format.

You sat near the fountain leaning against it.

It was no use crying - you already did that a few times, no point in wasting another round of tears that can’t help anything.

You leaned back further - when you suddenly felt something odd against your head.

You turned your head to see a chain necklace hanging off the edge of the fountain.

You frowned and took it in your hands softly.

There was a centre stone - pendent necklace - and it had been your birthstone.

Your frown only deepened - then you turned it as you felt something engraved in the back of it in Sindarin. 

You couldn’t understand it - but you obviously made out your name and Maeglin’s, making your eyes widen.

“From me to you, Y/N. Yours, Maeglin. . .”

Suddenly - you heard his name, making your head snap up at him.

Your eyes were still wide and unbelieving as Maeglin awkwardly shifting from one foot to another.

“May I sit?” 

He asked - when you didn’t respond.

You gulped and nodded.

Maeglin sat down close to you - sending you a disapproving gaze and looked so much like King Turgon’s scowl as you tried to scoot away. 

You sighed staying put.

Either of you spoke for a long time - simply staring ahead.

“You know. . .it is frowned upon. . .and perhaps even wrong. . .”

You bit your lip saying it.

“What is?”

Maeglin frowned.

“Two males. . .in a relationship. . .”

You struggled to stay.

Maeglin didn’t say anything for a moment.

“I have given it thought and I do not see any wrong in us. . .”

He tried to say.

But you shook your head.

“Mae. . .It is frowned upon. They will not accept it. We will be disowned, mocked and gossip.”

You softly said.

“Why do you think they will not accept? Humans do not accept this form of relationship?”

Maeglin frowned - some bit of fury in him rising.

“No. I presume the same for elves.”

You frowned.

“Sure. . .It may not be common and I have not seen another couple such as this. . . but Gondolin will accept us. . .”

Maeglin promised you.

“How?”

You frowned deeper.

“Because elves do not care for what body your lover is, meleth. . .we love and cherish through souls. . .that is love. . .and that is what my mother has taught me. . .”

He said quietly and softly - still having a hard time talking about his mother.

You blinked, sighing. You were scared that you will not lie about.

“Are you sure. . .they will not. . .”

You struggled to say the words.

“Trust me. . .”

Maeglin whispered and you nodded.

Then he leaned forward - pressing his lips against your lips calming the anxiety in your heart and soul. . .

Maeglin was right. . . this was love through the souls. . .

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[lovefairymina]

Looking down sadly at sketchbook not noticing lomion walking over "am I doing something wrong?" Fingers tracing current drawing " why doesn't anyone like my pieces ..or me ...

Hearing the sad murmuring coming from your sulking figure, he stepped off course to peer down at what you were doing. “Is everything alright?” Once he noticed the sketching, he pitched up once more, “That's quite an impressive piece you're working on.”

[dark-in-mine-imagination]

Imagine being Ecthelion’s daughter and faling for Maeglin.

[awkwardkindatries]

Tolkien Holiday Event Day Six

Meaglin/Reader: Mistletoe

Maeglin was a soft and kind soul, but most importantly, he was incredibly shy. Passing glances at your person and lingering around you when he thinks you wouldn't notice became a prominent habit of his.  Your soft acts of kindness lured him ever closer with each passing day, anticipating the moment that he finally decided to ease into your presence. 

The days of joy quickly become weeks, the fleeting weeks of spiring and summer morph gradually to the falling warmth of autumn. As your closeness grew the remaining days of the year depleted to virtually nothing. The remaining days of winter forced you within the walls of your abode, no longer susceptible to the deep chill in the air. This came with the biggest perk of all, dragging your elvish crush into the warm confines of your home. 

He was awkward, as per usual, as he continued to stand in the far corner of your living room.  In his silence, he begand to admir the loose garlands and ornamentals strewn about your walls and doorways. Honestly he liked the way that they seemed to mingle with they elements of your home, enjoying the way that they added a bit of freshness to the air. He watched your retreating figure pass into the adjacent room, enjoying the way that you seemed to prattle on about anything and everything that popped into your mind. He supposes that he’s always really loved that about you, the way you so willingly filled the silence between the two of you, never minding his inability to contribute as nuch as others. Slowly moving from his spot he  made to follow you into the kitchen, the sounds of glass cups and bowls lightly clattering against one another as you rummaged through the cupboard.

As he peered from beneath the doorway to glance directly at you, he seemed to catch you as you turned around, and locked eyes with one another. A cheeky smile plastered itself across your face as your eyes bounced from his face to the space above his head. He seemed utterly unaware of the holiday leaves he stood beneath, which brought a bit more joy to your holiday spirit. His eyes immediately followed yours, bouncing plush garland and all the trinkets and bursts of color woven into it. He searched desperately, anxiety taking over his form as a light tremble began to take over him. So lost in thought, he barely paid you any mind as you made your way across the room, pulled from his stupor at the light brush of your fingertips grazing the apple of his cheek. 

A started noise leaves him, the sound coming out as something between a grasp and restrained yip. You couldnt help the light chuckle that left you, unbelieving of just how cute someone like him could be. Acting before your resolve broke, you leaned forward, stretching out on your tippy toes and much as you could manage before placing a soft peck against his chin. You could feel the muscles of his jaw momentarily tighten as the heat began to rise on his face, taking over his the expanse of his ears. 

“Happy Holidays Maeglin”

[doodle-pops]

Haunted House With The Lords of Gondolin

Synopsis: In which you, modern reader, set up a haunted house for them to experience during your time in Gondolin.

When you first told Turgon and the Lords of Gondolin about the haunted house you were setting up for the autumn festival, they had raised eyebrows and shared sceptical glances. You assured them it was all in good fun and something humans did for entertainment back in your world, but still, they remained unconvinced.

But the festival spirit was strong, and eventually, Turgon himself declared they would try it. You had the help of other elves from the city to dress as ghosts and creatures, altering the interior with traps, hidden rooms, eerie wind effects, and, of course, the classic something brushing past your leg trick. It took a lot of convincing and detailed instructions, but the elves, curious about human customs, went all in.

By the time the haunted house was complete, it had transformed from a mere concept into a genuinely spooky experience.

“A house…haunted?” Glorfindel had asked, his voice laced with doubt. “We’ve seen the spirits of the cursed, battled creatures from Morgoth’s nightmares, and you want us to walk through a house filled with—what, exactly?”

“I promise, it’s harmless…mostly,” you said, trying to hide your grin. You could see Maeglin raising an eyebrow, his arms crossed as if to question your definition of “harmless.”

Glorfindel smiled politely, ever the golden knight, radiating calm confidence. “I’ll go in first then,” he offered. Naturally, he went to open the door and—WHAM—the fake skeleton you set up dropped right on him.

He jumped back, almost crashing into Rog, who couldn’t help but let out a booming laugh. “What is this trickery?” Rog was clearly amused, and Glorfindel stood there blinking in disbelief as the others snickered. “Oh fuc–A skeleton! Really?” Glorfindel said, shaking his head as he composed himself.

Ecthelion walked beside him as he chuckled under his breath. “It’s just a skeleton. We’re not in the middle of the Nirnaeth here.”

Inside, the halls were dimly lit by flickering lanterns, the walls draped in shadowy cloth that gave the impression of shifting figures. Elves, hidden, moaned softly, their voices echoing down the corridors. Even Turgon, normally so composed, narrowed his eyes in suspicion as the sounds seemed to grow louder, more oppressive.

“I think the house is alive,” Maeglin said flatly, his voice betraying a hint of unease. Rog snorted, rolling his eyes, but even he was scanning the corners warily.

They had barely taken ten steps into the first room when the first scare hit—an elf dressed as a wraith leapt out from a darkened doorway, his hand reaching for Ecthelion’s shoulder. He spun on instinct, fists balled up to strike before you shouted, “Hey! Don’t beat my elves up!”

“Lucky. I almost punched him,” Ecthelion muttered, placing his arms down but eyeing the wraith warily. “Good reflexes,” Glorfindel smirked, but you could see the tension in his jaw, as though he was ready to fight the next ghost himself.

Egalmoth was one who was already causing half the chaos, poking at things, trying to figure out how you rigged the traps. He pulled at a loose cobweb you had set up, only for it to trigger a bucket of fake blood to splash down on him. “Agh! What is this?” he yelped, staring at his now blood-streaked robes. The others burst out laughing as he grumbled, wiping his face. “You…humans.”

As they moved deeper into the house, the monsters became bolder. At one point, a trap door opened beneath Turgon’s feet, and he dropped halfway into the floor before being rescued by a group of skeletons. The sound of him cursing loudly as he tried to climb out of the trap had you doubling over with laughter outside. “We’re going to have a serious talk later.”

Galdor had been quiet for most of the tour until a particularly convincing spectre dropped from the ceiling, screeching and clawing towards him. He let out a yelp, stumbling back into Egalmoth, who laughed far too loudly. “Perhaps the haunted houses of Men aren’t so dull after all,” Egalmoth mused, though his fists were curled up, just in case.

Turgon, leading the group, maintained his stoic façade, but even he flinched, again, when a banshee-like figure screeched and lunged at him from a hidden space. His hand instinctively shot out his fists, but after a moment, he simply shook his head with a resigned sigh. “This is ridiculous. I’m going to end up fighting my people,” he muttered, though there was a spark of amusement in his eyes

Meanwhile, Egalmoth, again, had almost punched one of the actors in the face after they tried to drag him through a fake wall. “I nearly broke their jaw. I thought I was getting kidnapped,” he whined, clearly unimpressed. And Maeglin who had been next to him was struggling not to laugh. “I told you the house was alive.”

One of the fake monsters grabbed Ecthelion’s boot, and instinctively, he kicked it, nearly knocking the poor elf in disguise out cold. All you could do was groan at the poor elf doing his job and Thel’s quick methods of self-defense.

Rog, on the other hand, wasn’t having any of it. When a series of hanging cobwebs and unseen hands began to brush against his arms and legs, he let out a deep, annoyed growl. “I am not being taken by a fake ghost,” he declared, shoving past the invisible ropes of the trap as if it were a mere inconvenience. The elves hidden in the walls whispered hurried apologies.

Glorfindel was initially the most sceptical of the bunch, but actually found himself impressed by the mechanics of the house. After he dodged a spectral blade that swung down from the ceiling, he let out an appreciative whistle. “Now this, this is clever.” But when a creature crawled out of a hidden corner, grabbing at his legs, his calm composure shattered. With a loud, startled shout, he kicked and stomped it away. “Not today! I’ll fight you for real!”

Cool and composed as ever, Maeglin seemed the least affected—at first. But when one of the creatures dressed as a dark wraith chased him through a winding passage at full speech laughing, nearly separating him from the others, you caught him muttering curses under his breath. His usual calm exterior cracked just enough for you to enjoy the moment of him being rattled.

By the time they reached the final room—a grand hall filled with eerie, glowing mist and a replica of Jack Skellington on a throne—the group was ready to be done. The actor stood with glowing pumpkin head in hand, and pointed dramatically at the group. “You shall not leave!”

Rog wasted no time and raised a fist. “Try me.”

Clearly reconsidering, the actor quickly backed down while you, from the control room, had to suppress your laughter. The group stormed out of the house, various expressions of annoyance, relief, and amusement etched on their faces.

“Well,” Ecthelion said after a long pause, running a hand through his hair, “that was…something.”

Galdor shook his head, still a bit shaken from being nearly dragged off into one of the hidden rooms. “You humans and your sense of fun.”

Turgon was uncharacteristically silent, though you could tell from the way his lips twitched that he had enjoyed it more than he was letting on. Glorfindel, meanwhile, clapped you on the back with a grin. “You’ve got a talent for this. Scared the wits out of us.”

“Next time,” Maeglin added, straightening his tunic and trying to act like he hadn’t been running from imaginary wraiths moments ago, “let me design the traps. We’ll make it really terrifying.”

Glorfindel just shook his head. “I’m getting too old for this.”

“You’re immortal,” you shot back with a grin, to which he only waved dismissively.

You could tell that, despite the initial scepticism, they had actually enjoyed themselves—though you knew none of them would openly admit it.

As the group dispersed to enjoy the rest of the festival, you caught Turgon glancing back at the haunted house one last time. His expression was thoughtful, as though he was already planning the next time they’d attempt your human madness. “We should do this next year, but I’d like to help next time.”

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Maeglin Sleep Headcanons

Pairing: Maeglin x reader

Warning: none 

Author’s Note: Blanket Series. I actually really like Maeglin as a character, his one of my favorites. 

This elf doesn’t know how to cuddle 

And will end up sleeping on the edge of the bed because you “take up too much bed space”

Honestly such a problem could be fixed if he learned to cuddle 

He just moves away from you when you try to cuddle 

It isn’t because he dislikes your touch or even because he hates cuddles 

He just doesn’t know how 

So his actions are done with innocent intentions  

He doesn’t tell you that he has a problem with it though 

He doesn’t want to risk hurting your feelings or making you uncomfortable

He doesn’t even know that’s what your trying to do until you tell him

Will that fix the problem? No

“Why don’t you cuddle me?” *Surprised Pikachu face* 

It takes a looong while before he learns to feel comfortable with cuddles 

He finds sleeping as the big spoon makes him feel safer and more in control 

His open eye stare is around a 56/100 it's just a straight ahead unblinking stare.

But instead of a frown, a stoic expression or a scowl on his face, he looks relaxed and peaceful 

Honestly that's the only thing from making the staring really creepy

You end up just being happy that he's at peace while he sleeps

So it's more endearing than creepy (most of the time)

Didn’t see the light of the Two Trees so he doesn’t glow If anything the room gets a little darker 

You think so anyway, you can’t actually tell

He works late and gets up early and usually makes no exceptions 

The only exceptions are for special occasions like your birthday or if he wants nothing to do with Turgon or Tour 

Feels uncomfortable around Idril because of your relationship and tries to shake off the feeling before bed so he can feel vulnerable and safe 

Mostly so he can allow himself cuddles

Is addicted to the affection once he gets it 

And sometimes has nightmares about watching his mom and dad die 

He isn’t prone to moving around much and if he isn’t cuddling he’s on his back and is deathly quiet 

Overall Maeglin is an 7/10 sleep buddy

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[lamemaster]

Reciprocity of Forgiveness

Pairing: Maeglin x reader

Summary: Maeglin watches his uncle's features twist in rage as their eyes meet and all that greets Maeglin is unfiltered hatred. "Us Finweans don't betray our own blood. Whatever your son is he is not our blood.

"Why must he be here?" Turgon muttered and just from his scrunched eyebrows it was clear that Fingolfin's secondborn was minutes away from gracing all gathered with the famed Feanorian rage they did not sign up to witness.

A small crowd formed around the looming elf. "You can't just say that to my son," Aredhel added. Her tone was nowhere as loud as her brother but it held a subtle note of her sorrow.

The said son, huddled in a corner. Trying to avoid any or all possible eye contact with his uncle.

"Tirion welcomes no traitor,"

"Brother-"

"Father-"

Both Aredhel and Idril speak at once and Maeglin wishes to vanish into the air. He truly does not care enough for this feast but his mother...

Turgon does not face Maeglin. Even after all these years, he refuses to acknowledge the nephew he had once cared so much for. Turgon who had once trusted Maeglin with his city and his people.

"Brother! My son has already repented for so long," Maeglin cringes as his mother pushes him forward, closer to his fuming uncle. "And he is a part of this family," Aredhel unwaveringly faces her brother.

Maeglin watches his uncle's features twist in rage as their eyes meet and all that greets Maeglin is unfiltered hatred. "Us Finweans don't betray our own blood. Whatever your son is he is not our blood. Must be fro-"

"Ai, here I thought my prude sensibilities would be spared from this nuisance." The hall falls silent as a voice that rings with the might of a majestic waterfall fills the room.

Maeglin's eyes wander to look for its source, "never thought I would hear such righteous words from a kinslayer." He finds you. And a sane part of his mind should be surprised at your words but he's too enthralled to care for anything else in existence.

You stand tall with the light of trees glimmering in your eyes. A sign of your age. Something that Maeglin notices but remains unbothered by. He never got to see the bloom of Telperion, the trees were gone way before his birth. But as he takes you in, he can't help but doubt if even Teleperion could have outshined you.

At first glance, he wonders if you were somehow a Maia of Varda. The sun, the stars, and the moon seem to reflect an iota of the light that you held. A soft jingle alerts him and he noticed the silvery crown that matches your fair hair. Your every step is followed by a mellow clink of your bracelets, the embellishments of your crown, and your anklets that he notices as he catches a glance of a sliver of your feet.

Dressed in lilac robes you stand taller than most Noldor. As most Teleri did. You are almost as tall as his uncle who he seems to have completely forgotten about.

"You speak as if you never wronged a soul Turukano," you saunter as Maeglin finds you closer with every step you take. You tilt your head as a mocking smile forms on your lips and Maeglin wonders what your true smile would be like. What would it be like to witness and be a reason behind it?

"Last time I knew of it, all that Finweans were really good at was slaying their own kind and stealing what did not belong to them like cowards," You stand next to Maeglin and the hall remains quiet leave for your voice. The hidden steal in your eyes is not gone unnoticed by anyone. Even Maeglin, who is almost too lost daydreaming, can feel the precarity of the situation.

"Did your father try to murder your mother? Or did you grow up with parents who held little love for each other? From what I remember you did not grow up confined in a forest either," your smirk grows wilder as Turgon remains silent.

On the other hand, Maeglin, feels his heart drop. He feels hot shame fill him. You knew...you knew everything. There was no hope...who would love him after all he had done.

For a moment Maeglin considers stepping in and saving you the effort of defending him. However, you continue as his uncle continues avoiding your gaze.

With a faux look of confusion you speak, "Explain it to me, what was your excuse for killing a room full of my kin. Unarmed ellon at that!" Next to Maeglin Idril flinches as your voice raises.

"Tell me all of your righteousness and your suffering. Give me a damned reason of how you could bear killing fathers who were trying to protect their children while your daughter waited for you on the same shores." The light of your eyes shines blindingly and for a split second, an image flashes in Maeglin's mind.

Rotten flesh, blood, red waters, an arrow. Maeglin sees hands...his hands or maybe yours fumbling to stop the blood that flows from the body he finds himself looking at. Silver hair, eyes similar to yours, and the crown... It was your memory. The vision is gone before he realizes and by the look on his uncle's face, it is clear that the vision was not solely for him. His uncle too had seen it.

You lean in towards Turgon, "My brother offered you forgiveness. Letting go of the past." your finger accusingly jabs at Turgon. "He did not lose his city to the pride of building it. He lost it to your foolishness, yet, he forgave you. He did that for his people and yours. So, I hope you stop flaunting this false perception of your mightiness. Otherwise holding on to grudges for ages, we can do that better than you."

Maeglin gawks as he realizes your identity. The survivng monarch of Teleri. Olwe's younger sister, you wink at him with your previous anger nowhere to be seen.

Stepping away from Turgon you gracefully pick a nearby glass of wine. "By Eru! Lighten up people," you add as if you hadn't just changed Maeglin's entire world.

[elficially-done-with-life]

The Light of the Stars

Request: I would love to see, how would Maeglin, Rog or Amras (whoever you feel like writing for) react to a reader who basicaly is a fallen star (Varda's maia maybe - or an isekai'd girl, who lost her memories, but aquired some strange powers along the way)? would they become friends? Lovers? Something else?

A/N: Listen, in the beginning I really wanted to write something for Amras, but then my head made up a lot of ideas for Maeglin so I went with him instead. I went with the Reader losing her memories, but since she doesn't know who she is anymore it is up to you to decide where she is from, hope that is okay.

I really hope you like this! This was my first request and I was really exited to write it!

Pairing: Maeglin x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of self-doubt

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It happened on one of the many evenings when Maeglin sneaked out of the city. The city where he didn't really feel like he belonged.

Nothing and nobody had ever noticed that he was missing and Maeglin quickly realised, sadly, that it was because nobody missed him. A thought that ate itself deep into his heart. If nobody missed him, was he worth anything at all?

These thoughts plagued him again that evening. Everything had been getting worse and worse all day. The sun had shone brighter than usual today and had practically burnt itself into his eyes.

He was used to the protection of the trees that only let a fraction of the light shine through, but Gondolin was practically right under the sun and he had had to narrow his eyes to small slits all day to see anything at all.

Now that he could only see the pleasant light of the stars, his eyes could finally rest a little. In his opinion, that was better than sleeping at night. Not that he had ever been good at that.

He would work at night if the light from the candles in his forge was sufficient, but unfortunately it was not. So he was forced to work during the day, just like all the others, who would probably be happy if they didn't have to see him any longer during the day.

But he usually never got that far out, that close to the woods. Because he felt too many emotions in the woods. The familiar fear of his father, who was long dead but still haunted Maeglin's dreams, but also the longing for the protection of the trees and the smell of the earth, which he missed so much in the city.

But that evening he had seen something strange that had probably escaped everyone else in Gondolin. It had been like a shooting star falling from the sky, but much brighter and bigger, and he had seen how this something had crashed into the forest up ahead.

And since Maeglin was curious by nature, he simply had to look for it.

His curiosity clouded his senses so much that he hardly noticed how time passed until he was standing at the opening of the forest.

He could see a glow through the leaves. A pleasant glow that reminded him of the light of the stars.

Maeglin carefully pushed his way through the thicket towards the place where the glow was coming from.

It wasn't long before he reached a small clearing where a you, young woman in a white dress, laid. Your whole body was glowing and your eyes where close.

Did you fell out of the sky?

Maeglin swallowed. He had never seen anyone like you.

He wasn't quite sure what to do. On the one hand he wanted to get to know you, because something drew him to you, on the other hand he just wanted to go back to Gondolin and forget what had just happened. People thought he was strange enough as it was, he didn't need to be associated with falling stars.

But he quickly pushed this thought to the back of his mind. It certainly wasn't your fault that you had fallen from the sky. And you were probably just as alone as he was.

-

It was a mystery to Maeglin how he had managed to carry you all the way to Gondolin without his black cloak, which he had wrapped around your shining body, slipping.

The whole time he was afraid one of the guards would see you, but surprisingly everything went well. Maeglin could hardly believe his luck.

He carefully laid you down on a warm fur in front of the fireplace in his forge and fetched thick blankets from his bed to put over you.

Your skin had been very cold and he had been quite afraid that you wouldn't make it.

Sighing, he sat down on the floor near you and started working on a project in a little notebook. He would wait until you woke up. He usually couldn't sleep at night anyway.

He didn't have to wait long, because soon you opened your eyes.

You rubbed your forehead in confusion and looked around. At some point, your gaze fell on Maeglin.

He expected you to flinch or say something derogatory, but you just said, "Oh hello." Then you groaned and rubbed your forehead again. "Do you know where I am?"

"I brought you here," Maeglin explained, "I found you in the forest. You are - you fell out of the sky. Like a shooting star." He looked at you curiously. "Do you know why?"

You shook your head and then screwed up your face. "No, I am sorry. I am afraid I cannot remember anything. Not even my own name."

"I am Maeglin, but- but please call me Lómion. I prefer that." he said gently. "And we could call you Elmírya ('El' from 'elen', quenya word for star/'mírya' is a quenya word for beautiful) until you remember your own name, if you like."

He blushed crimson. While you had been asleep, Maeglin had been thinking about what your name might be and had come up with all sorts of examples. When you couldn't remember your name, his favorite just slipped out.

You smiled gently. "That sounds nice, Lómion. So we are friends now, are we?"

Maeglin smiled gently. He'd never really had any real friends before, and even if you'd only known each other for a few minutes, he already felt safe with you.

Maybe it was because you were as 'strange' as he was and he felt connected through that difference. Maybe it was because the light emanating from your body was more pleasant for him than the sunlight.

He didn't know. He only knew that he was glad to have sneaked out of the city that night, because he had the feeling that you could change things in his life.

"Yes, we are friends," he said happily.

Then you did something he hadn't expected. You wrapped your arms around him.

And then he realised that he wasn't just prefering your light over that of the sun, but also your warmth.

[imclimbingthestairsoforthanc]

Loser - Maeglin x Reader

Maeglin searches and searches for solutions to problems - problems he can't quite put his finger on. Little does he know that a fated trip to the mason's guild would help him in his search for solutions, not only his own, but a certain stone-mason's too.

The clink of Maeglin’s pick brought music to his ears in the solace of the mines. The rock gave way about him and stood fast under his feet in worship. The sounds of the party above him faintly tickled his ears, but he paid it no mind. Above the mines the people of Gondolin danced and laughed and probably asked where the son of the dark elf was before whispering to their friends about his poor adaptation or his odd demeanor or his dead parents, but in the deep iron mines Maeglin sifted through the rock and racked up one ore deposit load after another. He dug through the dark in search of something beautiful.

He wondered how much more of that he would have to do to himself before he was satisfied.

His baskets were full. It was time to retire for the night.

To the West of the King’s Tower the mason’s guild seemed deserted. All the stonemasons and the apprentices would have made their way either home to their families or to the celebrations, so when the marble-carved veiled woman emitted a tired sigh, Maeglin was surprised to say the least. 

He stopped in his tracks and his ears twitched, eyes narrowing at the statue. He knew, of course, it wasn’t the statue that sighed, but it was guilty by association. He was deliberately trying to avoid the other citizens of Gondolin, and someone was guilty of disrupting his peace. It was a statue worth studying: white marble intricately cut to reflect remarkably realistic human features. A large bowl with some sort of paste laid to-

“Lord Maeglin,” came a soft voice from around the corner, “I did not expect to find you here. What brings you? Do you need assistance?”

Maeglin’s eyes briefly raked over the light purple dress - split inappropriately at the thighs, deep chested, and sleeveless; but he was, after all, in the mason’s guild, and the masons wore whatever was comfortable for work - and the white apron that covered your figure. You squirmed. You’d heard of talk of the strange intensity of Maeglin’s gaze, but had never experienced it firsthand.

“I could ask the same of you,” he replied coolly, “The party started long ago, and is far from over.”

“It is,” you said, and Maeglin couldn’t help but notice the wistfulness in your tone. He made no mention of it. 

“You did not wish to go?”

You shifted your longing gaze from the door and back to the Sindar, “I suppose you could put it that way.”

“Hmm.”

You watched as Maeglin hauled his basket across the room and to the chest that would await the inventory specialists. It looked heavy, but he seemed not to mind.

“You did not go to the party?”

Maeglin followed your gaze to the basket he had just set down, and after a moment he spoke, “Iron. There was much to be done. It would seem you are in the same predicament.”

That was a lie.

His gaze traveled back to the sculpture next to you, and a sudden curiosity plagued him.

“Is this your work?”

You nodded.

“It is incredibly life-like,” he replied, his thoughts wandering to his own collection of sculpted decor, “I have not seen anything like it. I would like to buy it, if selling it is your intention.”

“Apologies, my lord,” you said, bowing slightly, “It is a paid commission for the Lord Voronwë. It is already claimed, and at a set price.”

He touched his finger to his chin, “When is he to retrieve it?”

You let out a sharp breath, “As soon as I can get it done, though my only chisel is thatched, and I do not have a spare. I shall either have to have its completion delayed, or send it out with this terrible affront. On the hip, you see-”

Maeglin tuned the rest of your words out. He knew nothing about sculpting, masonry, or anything of the sort. Whatever flaw you were pointing out was lost to him. Under any other circumstance, he would have bid farewell and made for his room, but there was something entirely intriguing about you. Perhaps, he thought, it was the incessant rambling that no other would have dared plagued him with that you did not hold back. It made him feel different.

It made him feel included.

He mentally shrugged and cut you off during your explanation of stucco, whatever that was. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge himself in the pretense of companionship, just for tonight. 

“If you come with me, I will mend your chisel,” he said, “Or at the very least, give you a temporary one. This is fine work, and I can imagine that Voronwë will be paying a fine price for it.” 

You looked like you wanted to protest, but in the end, you unclasped the golden hooks that fastened your apron and trailed behind him, broken chisel in tow. 

Maeglin’s work space was everything you had ever dreamed of: there was an office section with two large desks. If you had that, you would use one for inventory and finance, and one for work plans.You wondered what Maeglin used his for. Beyond the desks stood a great forge, with a wall full of work attire and gear hung up for the taking. You stood next to one of the desks and handed Maeglin the chisel, mentally calculating a suitable payment for the service. Maeglin sauntered over to the wall and grabbed an apron and a glove, but chose to forego forge boots and other safety equipment, evidently devil-may-care for forge rules. He lifted a protective apron and a pair of forge boots and beckoned you to follow him.

“You can watch if you like,” he said as he waited for the forge to warm, “See how it’s done.”

You slipped on the boots and awkwardly fumbled with the apron that was so different from your own. Just as Maeglin turned, the metal clasps clicked securely into place.

“This chisel is very heavy,” he remarked, and you fumbled for a reply before he continued, “Is it pure iron?”

You shrugged. He cracked the hint of a smile. You watched as the metal turned white hot, then took a step back as he began to hammer delicately at the metal. It didn’t take more than fifteen minutes - fifteen minutes of boredom, for you - for the chisel to be shaped to his liking. He dunked the metal into icy water and began to speak as it hissed.

“What you have done is a work of art,” he said, “You should create art because you enjoy it - because you feel like it, not because you have to. Creating art because you have to is exhausting and it undermines the concept of art. It turns it into a job.”

You raised an eyebrow, “And I suppose you indulge in mining expeditions at your every whim?”

“Mock me, if you must, but consider this,” he replied, smoothing over the edge of the chisel with a whetstone, “This is the first time in a year I have been to my forge. Conjure up in your pretty little head why that might be.” 

You turned your head to hide the blush that crept up on your cheeks, but Maeglin saw.

“It is unfortunate, then. Art has not become my job because I have to make it. I have to make art because, well, it is my job.”

“You have a brother, do you not?” 

You nodded.

“Is he unwilling to care for you?”

You shook your head, “There is more to it than that. I would not expect you to understand.”

Unbeknownst to you, Maeglin did understand. Far too many times he had found himself deep within the mines, but looking not for iron. The city was well equipped, and his stores were overflowing; he had no more use for iron. After some thinking - the kind that he would not like to do again - he decided it was not iron at all that he was looking for.

“You cannot create what you want to be. You cannot break away the edges of your soul and shape it into something perfect, no matter how yielding stone may be.”

You turned to him sharply, ready to chide him for his arrogance - how dare he claim to know what you can and cannot do? How dare he perceive your greatest insecurity and lay it bare like a fawn in a lion’s pit? - but when you saw the far away look in his eyes and the subtle grimace on his handsome face, you had a change of heart - a rather drastic one.

“Then stop searching for what you will not find.”

You took the chisel from his hand. He grasped yours, and it seemed he had no intention of letting go. He pulled you closer. 

“As you wish,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, “But then all my searching has been in vain.”

His silver eyes darted between both of yours, emitting his insecurity, and you knew he was no longer talking about searching for himself. You reached up to play with the ends of his hair. 

“It has not.”

“How will I know?” he said. 

His forehead came to rest against yours, and you intertwined your hand with his. It was a bold move, but he did not retract from it. Your heart fluttered.

“On the occasion that I take your advice and create art because I want to,” you whispered, “The stone falls apart in worship in my hands. It rises up to greet me and sacrifices for the beauty that it will become. There are no second thoughts, no second guessing, no doubting, no crying over what that stone will become. It simply becomes.”

Maeglin’s mouth hovered just above yours, “Shall I keep searching in the dark, then, or does the iron rise to greet me?”

“She does.”

Your lips met.

[lamemaster]

Omg someone hold reader and tell him he's valid and so are his feelings 🤧 love Maeglin and him 💗 (pls pls pls will you write more????)

Heya Lovie , hope you're doing well😁

I'm obsessed with the idea that Maeglin didn't actually love Idril romantically and it was a rumour made to villainize him to cover up the fact her husband killed him ... I did see a post on it hence why I'm obsessed with it but your thoughts on that?

Second- Maeglin request please if you don't mind 😅 but my idea is a human comes to Gondolin for..whatever reason maybe a black Smith in training? And hence forth maeglin is assigned their mentor. But just said human trying to hide their feelings because insecurity is massive thanks to them gorgeous elves and their annoyingly good looks. I am liking the idea they're a male , even more reason to hide their feelings cause humans don't really accept gay relationships , specially in those times, so safe to assume that elves don't either (but they do thanks to love binds by the soul and not the body of said soul) so just fluff and some young love panic . I completely understand if you don't want to do the whole gay thing, gender neutral is perfect aswell. Take care 💕

Love Through Souls

featuring maeglin x male reader

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

warnings ooc, shitty writing. . . and what not

a/n am sorry. . .

You carefully tried to do as Maeglin had instructed you - feeling a little nervous with every move. 

You hoped you weren’t too obvious on how you continuously looked at him.

It was because you couldn’t help yourself - from gazing at the tall and dark haired ellon in front of you.

He was assigned as your mentor the moment you show interest in smith work.

It was rather kind of king Turgon to take in your poor shivering human male soul from unkind lands. 

It was common knowledge that the wise king did let almost anyone into his hidden kingdom - to say you were lucky were an understatement.

“Careful!”

Maeglin ordered - keeping you away from the sparks that soared from the fire.

Your heart couldn’t help the involuntary leap it had done when he had put himself in between the fire and yourself - pulling you beside him as it soared.

Maeglin never ceased to mesmerize you everyday with skills and abilities as a smith.

It was rather both inspiring as well as mesmerizing - it had only made you fall deeper for him.

But sadly you knew the case - not only were you a human, but a male. . . besides the young prince had already set his sights on the princess of Gondolin.

She was rather beautiful with her long golden-like hair that seemed to sparkle and tint like of a jewel - and her eyes of deep blue could draw anyone in.

Not only herself - but every elleth and ellon present in your sights only made you question deeper about yourself.

You felt fat and frumpy in the sights of such beauty that left your eyes wide in wonder.

But out of all elves present - especially among the males of course - the only one that truly caught your attention had been Maeglin.

WIth his broody and silent nature - with sharp stares and careful gazes he managed to capture you in at once without taking too long.

You had not meant to fall for the ellon - you had known how humans alone in your village had felt about same sex couples.

Therefore - you could not even begin to think on how elves would react towards it.

So you kept it down - ignoring the hurt that caged your heart every time you spotted Maeglin’s eyes linger on Princess Idril.

But even as you did - everything he said or did, like for example now how he pulled you behind him to protect yourself from the fire - the more you fell and the harder it was for you to suppress your feelings towards him.

It was getting harder and harder day by day to be around him as he mentored you.

Therefore finally you had decided to let it go - for the sake of further humiliation and the ache of your heart you let go of your passion of smithing.

So Maeglin no longer needed to mentor you - and you no longer needed to face him every day.

Your hands delicately brushed over the small metal tag chain necklace you made - it had both your own name and Maeglin’s name carved on it.

It was something you made yourself - sure as you were still learning there were a few dents and misshapes but it was still worth it for you.

You had made it when Maeglin was away with king Turgon in his gardens and was not able to mentor you one day.

While it may never happen - at least you were free to dream about it right? 

Then suddenly your door slammed open - making you jump from the edge of the bed where you were sitting. You instantly hid the chain necklace.

If looks could kill you would be 10 feet under the ground right now - because of how Maeglin glared as he walked over to you.

He reached within milliseconds because of his long strides and you did not even have time to react.

“You could have knocked…”

You said quietly.

“I rather not have - considering how my student failed to attend his class today.”

Maeglin’s deep voice rumbled - making you shiver.

“I had informed the king I will no longer be attending smithwork.”

You said - looking at your feet.

“Yes - I’m aware you informed my ever wise uncle but you did not inform me - nor did you give him my uncle a valid reasoning - therefore I do not approve of you quitting!” 

Maeglin said.

It was the first time you had seen Maeglin react like so - usually he was quiet and reserved but this was like he was speaking before thinking like he usually does.

It means you had struck hard to make Maeglin mad enough to behave like so.

“I apologize for not coming to you. . .” 

You offered a straight heartfelt apology - keeping the chain necklace clasped in your hands and hidden behind you.

Maeglin looked surprised - even a soft red tinge appeared suddenly on his cheeks as he blinked and cleared his throat, looking both shameful and awkward.

“. . .Why have you quit?”

He asked instead - from the sound of his tone, it was easy to tell he had wondered about it too many times and had been trying to hide it. 

But emotions had been something Maeglin always struggled with - either he wouldn’t come to terms with something, or other times he never understood what they meant.

“I do. . . - I do not have the passion for it, no more. . .”

You sighed with a gulp - your hands clasping tighter around the necklace.

“I do not believe that for a second!”

Maeglin declared - making you shocked for a moment.

You only frowned at him.

Then Maeglin tried to peek behind you.

“What is it you hold behind you?”

Your eyes widened and your clasped the necklace tighter.

“Nothing of which concerns the matter.”

You tried to put out formally - then stepped backwards as Maeglin took a step towards you.

Maeglin narrowed his eyes - staring into your eyes as if debating on something in this mind.

This seemed to be the Maeglin you knew  - the one who was careful and calculated, who needed time to formulate his thoughts into words as he stared at the person he wished to speak with. 

Others found it uncomfortable - you did too at first - but later realized it was how he was able to function.

This time however - he swiftly reached behind you.

With this elvish swiftness you didn’t even have the time to react as he quickly grabbed the chain necklace off your hands and dangled it above your head reading engraving on it.

You gasped trying to reach for it - but Maeglin kept it away from your grasp.

“What is this?”

He asked incredulously.

Your heart couldn’t but beat painfully fast.

You managed to grab it back and turned away from him - he probably felt so disgusted.

Tears had pricked the corners of your eyes.

“Nothing!”

“Let me see. . .”

Maeglin offered - feeling awkward and guilty at the sight of your tears.

“No - you should leave. . .”

You whimpered.

Maeglin gulped.

“Please. . .Y/N - I did not mean to offend you. . .It does-”

“It does not matter, please leave. . .”

You said starting to cry, your heart aching.

Maeglin fisted and unfisted his hands - before he harshly turned away slammed your door shut behind him as you cried.

— — — 

It has been a week since the incident. You had been in the gardens - randomly walking thinking of what to do with your life since you already gave up your passion for smithing.

Then sooner or later become the gossip in the hidden city.

You had thought of leaving - but you knew yourself walking outside these borders was a death sentence in a literal format.

You sat near the fountain leaning against it.

It was no use crying - you already did that a few times, no point in wasting another round of tears that can’t help anything.

You leaned back further - when you suddenly felt something odd against your head.

You turned your head to see a chain necklace hanging off the edge of the fountain.

You frowned and took it in your hands softly.

There was a centre stone - pendent necklace - and it had been your birthstone.

Your frown only deepened - then you turned it as you felt something engraved in the back of it in Sindarin. 

You couldn’t understand it - but you obviously made out your name and Maeglin’s, making your eyes widen.

“From me to you, Y/N. Yours, Maeglin. . .”

Suddenly - you heard his name, making your head snap up at him.

Your eyes were still wide and unbelieving as Maeglin awkwardly shifting from one foot to another.

“May I sit?” 

He asked - when you didn’t respond.

You gulped and nodded.

Maeglin sat down close to you - sending you a disapproving gaze and looked so much like King Turgon’s scowl as you tried to scoot away. 

You sighed staying put.

Either of you spoke for a long time - simply staring ahead.

“You know. . .it is frowned upon. . .and perhaps even wrong. . .”

You bit your lip saying it.

“What is?”

Maeglin frowned.

“Two males. . .in a relationship. . .”

You struggled to stay.

Maeglin didn’t say anything for a moment.

“I have given it thought and I do not see any wrong in us. . .”

He tried to say.

But you shook your head.

“Mae. . .It is frowned upon. They will not accept it. We will be disowned, mocked and gossip.”

You softly said.

“Why do you think they will not accept? Humans do not accept this form of relationship?”

Maeglin frowned - some bit of fury in him rising.

“No. I presume the same for elves.”

You frowned.

“Sure. . .It may not be common and I have not seen another couple such as this. . . but Gondolin will accept us. . .”

Maeglin promised you.

“How?”

You frowned deeper.

“Because elves do not care for what body your lover is, meleth. . .we love and cherish through souls. . .that is love. . .and that is what my mother has taught me. . .”

He said quietly and softly - still having a hard time talking about his mother.

You blinked, sighing. You were scared that you will not lie about.

“Are you sure. . .they will not. . .”

You struggled to say the words.

“Trust me. . .”

Maeglin whispered and you nodded.

Then he leaned forward - pressing his lips against your lips calming the anxiety in your heart and soul. . .

Maeglin was right. . . this was love through the souls. . .

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