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caliawen · 1 year ago

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Haunted

Pairing = Glorfindel x Reader

Genre = Teen and up

General ratings = a twinge of angst, fluff, smut implied (?)

Content warnings = smut implied

Word count = 1,4k

Notes = ……hi 🫣 I haven’t posted in a month 🙃 Life has been really busy and I haven’t really had the time (nor the motivation, truthfully) to write. I had a more regular schedule before, but I think for now it will stay… ‘irregular’. I have no idea when or what I will post next. Hope you can understand!

Glorfindel was being haunted. Not by ghosts- no. By the memories of his past life. Of his mistakes. Of his friends. Of their deaths. Of his death. The searing pain of his scalp as he was tugged down and down and down by the Balrog. Of the heat he felt as he fought for his life, for the lives of Idril and Tuor and Eärendil and everyone. His mind replayed those moments over and over, never leaving him a second of peace.

The slight smile of Ecthelion, Rog’s boisterous laugh, Turgon’s exasperation with them, Elgalmoth’s mischievous eyes as he gossiped, Penlod’s hums as he pretended he was listening, Galdor’s excited chatter about the trees and plants he saw, Duilin’s whistles as he walked, Tuor’s love-struck expression as his eyes followed Idril and Maeglin’s shy smile when someone asked him about his work…

Oh, Maeglin… Glorfindel had hated him, for a time. Hated him for giving Gondolin away to Morgoth, giving away their lives.. But that time had passed. In the halls of Námo, Glorfindel had had plenty of time to think before he was reborn. And think he did : about how Maeglin had lost his mother and father. About how his only parental figure was Turgon, who was too busy to really spend time with his nephew. About how he mistook his love for Idril as romantic and not platonic, and how that strained his friendship with her and Tuor. About how rumors spread that Maeglin was a vile being. About how none of them did anything to defend him. About how lonely Maeglin must have been.. About what impossible horrors he felt at the hands of Morgoth and Sauron. About how they never saw how broken Maeglin had returned. About how he didn’t care if he died anymore.

Yes, Glorfindel had thought, Maeglin had done something wrong. And he forgave Maeglin for what he had done, because Maeglin had been a child. A child who needed to be guided and shown love, but no one had stepped up to take up the role.

He thought about you. About your smile, your eyes, your nose. About the way you moved, how you talked and your passions. And he ached. Because he didn’t know what happened to you. He didn’t know if you had died, if you had suffered or if you were still alive. If you had moved on from him.. And that haunted him. His every waking thought, his every dream and nightmare.

Sometimes, Glorfindel dreamed of you. He dreamed that you were laying in his bed, in Gondolin, smiling at him. That you carded your fingers through his hair and told him that you loved him. And when he woke up, his heart ached and he did not know whether to thank or curse Irmo.

Glorfindel had a mission. He was going back to Arda Marred. And he found himself dreading going back. Dreading seeing how everything had changed and how the language had evolved. Dreading how no one he knew would be there. How he would be alone. At least in Valinor, he saw his mother and father. He found himself crying when he realized he did not remember what being embraced by his parents felt like. They took care of him and he couldn’t be more grateful to have them.

When Glorfindel departed, he stood looking at Valinor until it had been long since out of view. He stood still, wondering if he was dreaming. He thought, how ironic, for he was going back. Not anyone else. Him. Laurëfindelë Glorfindel, an emissary of the Valar, granted powers nearly as strong as that of the Maiar. And he didn’t want to go back. Nienna wept for him, for his sacrifice, for his fear and for his love. He found himself appreciating her understanding. She visited him, before he departed. He listened to her words, without understanding : “Dear Child, your heart is being haunted. Your mind is playing tricks on you, and your heart is rendered blind by your pain. But your gut, your gut is still there and strong. Follow it, follow what it tells you. But do not silence your heart and mind for it, listen to them. Listen, but do not follow.”

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When Glorfindel arrived in Middle Earth, he did not know where to begin. He was tired, but could not sleep. He thought about you. About your lips on his, about your laugh, about your hands in his, about the ring he had passed on your finger. He thought and thought and thought. And his heart ached. He walked on paths and in forests, stopping to wash himself in rivers. And he despaired.

It was later that he found Lindon. Days later. Or weeks, he did not know. He met Elrond, someone who would confuse and amuse him for the rest of their lives. Part man, part elf, part maia. He wore the insignias of Fingolfin and Fëanor with pride, daring anyone to confront him about it. He was a gentle soul with a heart of gold and the patience of the wise. He was as kind as summer and Glorfindel found himself basking in his presence, like a flower who had grown up in shadow feeling the sun on itself for the first time.

Círdan was surprisingly mischievous. Subtle jokes, sarcasm and deadpan looks were all things he threw at others, uncaring if they understood or not. He was calm, but could easily terrorize anyone with his anger, like the sea. Board games were his favorite and Glorfindel spent time playing with him, thinking of strategies to beat the older elf.

Gil-Galad was as confusing as he was funny. His father was unknown and he liked to joke around about it. Glorfindel spent time with him when they could, talking about everything and nothing. When Gil-Galad felt Glorfindel starting to lose himself in memories, he would randomly tell a stupid joke. They made Glorfindel laugh each time.

Celebrimbor had been a bit weary at first. Glorfindel almost laughed at the memory of a small Curufinwë Tyelpërinquar staring at him with the exact same look. It wasn’t long until they became great friends. Celebrimbor understood : he, too, was haunted by his past actions and words. Maybe for different reasons than Glorfindel, but the important thing was that he related to how Glorfindel felt. Having his feelings validated was something that alleviated the pain in Glorfindel’s heart.

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Glorfindel walked around Lindon aimlessly and leisurely, taking his time to look around. You haunted him. Everything he saw reminded him of you. From pretty rocks you would have collected, passing by a stand selling your favorite fruit, to someone wearing clothes the exact color of your eyes. His mind played tricks on him, making him imagine hearing your laugh or seeing your beautiful hair swaying in the wind.

He stopped walking at a bookstore, a feeling bubbling up inside him. He looked at the door, curious. His gut screamed at him to enter that store, for some reason. His mind dismissed the feeling, but his heart held hope. They warred against each other. And then, Glorfindel was reminded of Nienna’s words to him. And he went inside the store.

Inside the store, which was cozy and homey, he felt pulled towards a particular bookshelf. His breath hitched as his mind reeled to a stop, his heart pumping wildly. There you stood, browsing the shelf while smiling. Feeling observed, you turned your head, your eyes widening as you saw Glorfindel, your husband, your soulmate, standing there. Glorfindel was frozen, his mind scrambling and heart singing with joy. You were the one to make the first move, throwing yourself in his arms, ecstatic. Glorfindel hugged you back, a sense of wholeness overtaking his mind and body as he kissed you long and passionately.

The two of you spent hours upon hours talking, laughing, crying and hugging. This long-awaited reunion was a balm on Glorfindel’s bruised and battered heart. That night, under the stars, in a magnificent glade full of flowers, you rekindled your fëas. Glorfindel made love to you slowly and passionately, kissing every piece of skin revealed as he undressed you, worshiping your body with his hands and mouth. That night, in your arms, Glorfindel had no nightmares. He woke up to your sweet voice and felt free. Free of the thing that haunted him. And he smiled.

End notes : Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs, comments & likes are extremely appreciated 🫶

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#the silmarillion #glorfindel #laurëfindelë #laurefindele #glorfindel x reader #laurëfindelë x reader #laurefindele x reader #fluff #love #angst #mourning/grieving (?)#elrond #celebrimbor #tyelperinquar #tyelpërinquar #círdan #cirdan #nienna #Haunted

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jhelenivarsimae · 2 years ago

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Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by: @jaz-the-bard

My gosh alright. Sksk.

Old Etherian/Modern Etherian - conlang for my fantasy world that I've been working on for a good six years now?

Nightingale and the Hyacinth

Legacy X: Atheliah Koré

The Groom-Price - Glorthelion Dragon-Age AU

Project A || Legacy Revival: The Soldier and the Child

WIP: Blackmail and Plagiarism - Turgon/Elenwë

A Place to Belong - Aredhel & Galdor talk about love and romance in an aro/ace context

Of Salgant and Laurendil - listen, Salgant doesn't get love at all. Time to change that.

Yeah anyways. Those are all the Wips I have and some of them are a couple years old, but I'm still working on it.

Uhhh tagging: @effervescentdragon @werian-wintertid @thepinkseat-askthemoonbunny @admirablemonster @thedaughterofshadows @burning-quesadilla :)

#the duchess was tagged #tolkien #jhelen's wips #thou hath been posted

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yellow-faerie · 3 years ago

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*coughs* Back at it again with my Turgon/Galdor agenda.

“I would protect you and I would love you until my dying breath.”

A good agenda to be on.

From this prompt list.

1 - “I would protect you and I would love you until my dying breath.”

No-one had seen the king in three days, not since he had returned from the outer mountains after being summoned their by one of Thorondor’s servants.

After another meeting where they had all been left shuffling their papers as Turukáno’s absence remained, the lords had assembled together and come to the conclusion that something had to be done.

“Lómion and I have both tried,” Itarillë said, her face betraying her concern. “But there was no answer. I know his meals are being eaten and a few of the servants have seen him but I’m really beginning to get concerned.”

Lómion, as ever, hangs in Itarillë’s shadow and nods his head in agreement.

Galdor was almost unanimously voted in as the next person to try for virtue of having known Turukáno for so long and he had never been able to say no to Itarillë when she made that face.

So that was how he ended up picking the lock to the bedroom of his greatest friend in the world, a cooling tray of dinner for the both of them on the floor beside him.

His hairpin - a begetting day present from Itarillë a few years ago - snaps in the lock and the two broken pieces fall into his open palm.

He swears and clambers to his feet in a huff. “You’re impossible,” he says very loudly so that he knows Turukáno will hear him. “I can’t believe you proofed your lock against being picked.”

There is no answer.

“Come on Turvo, please let me in. The food will taste fine even if it is a bit cold.”

When Turukáno doesn’t answer that, Galdor accepts his defeat.

With a sigh he bends down to pick up the tray. “I’m going now. I’ll send someone up with your food. Please come out soon - we’re all worrying about you.” He pauses before admitting quietly. “I’m worried about you.”

He hovers there a moment before turning away, already planning his own evening plans.

Behind him, the door opens a crack. “Gal?”

Galdor turns so fast he nearly spills lukewarm tea over the very nice carpets laid out on the floor.

Turukáno hasn’t seemingly got dressed today and from how rumpled his nightshirt and hair is, Galdor thinks that he hasn’t changed since he first locked himself away.

The rest of him doesn’t look much better: his hair is in disarray, his shoulders slumped and his eyes are rimmed in black and red from a lack of sleep and what Galdor can only suppose is crying.

“Oh Turvo,” he says and slips past him into the room to put the tray down on the table. Turvo follows his movement with tired eyes, hugging the doorpost seemingly for support and only moving when Galdor comes right up and gently coaxes him to sit on the edge of the bed.

He shuts the door and takes a seat beside him. He lays a hand on the bedcovers so Turukáno has some support should he choose to take it.

“What’s wrong?” Galdor asks quietly and waits in the silence for Turukáno to answer.

He eventually says, in a hoarse voice, “Atto is dead.”

Galdor feels all his insides go cold. “Dead?” He repeats softly.

“He went to face Morgoth alone.” Turukáno’s face twists momentarily into disgust and hatred before it settles back into impassivity. “Thorondor says he…he managed to maim him but he was defeated, ultimately. I…umm…I had to send a letter to Finno.”

Turukáno’s hand creeps over to rest on Galdor’s as he speaks.

“I hate that I’m the one who has to tell him. Finno is going to…hate being high king.” He doesn’t mention that telling your only remaining brother your father just died is a task nigh on impossible to do at all well.

Turukáno falls silent then, squeezing Galdor’s hand and staring at the opposite wall.

“People leave,” he says softly, just as Galdor thinks that he has finished speaking, “and they stay gone.”

“I won’t. I’m staying here.” Galdor turns around and takes Turukáno’s hand more firmly in his. “I swore myself into your service and I would protect you and love you until my dying breath.”

“No,” Turukáno says sharply, looking up to meet Galdor’s gaze, the edges of kingship coming back into his stature, “you can do anything but die. You do not leave me too.”

“I…” Galdor starts, then trails off at the intensity of emotion he can see in Turukáno’s eyes.

“Swear it. Swear you will not die for me.”

They stare at each other, eyes locked together, for a long moment.

“That would go against my oath of lordship,” Galdor says eventually.

But if it will make you happy, he adds silently as finally all façade of being ok slips off like an ill-fitting cloak and Turukáno pitches forward to son into Galdor’s shoulder, I would go against that oath a thousand times over.

#I’m making myself sad #because Galdor’s one of the only lords to survive #:/#Turgon #Galdor #Idril #Maeglin #Turgaldor #Turgon x Galdor #Silmarillion #Tolkien #Fanfiction #Fae's Stuff #Prompt #Prompt List 2 #Ask #xirinofarvada

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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years ago

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I just really want a fic or something with the elves of gondolin or Riverdale reacting to a reader that's from modern earth??) Lol suddenly out of no where speaking Spanish , either they got mad , frustrated , or just had a brain fart and forgot English for a minute

earlier reply to this - here

i see none of them getting mad or annoyed with you — elves love learning — knowledge is the greatest power. Please kindly note — some of my interpretations could be wrong as some of them could have mixed reactions 😅

Frustrated? — yes perhaps cautious, because they want to understand you and your culture, know if you're a threat or not — your ways of speech confuses them again and again— they realy just want to know what you are trying to day! sometimes they're holding themselves back from losing their patience — but they try to be soft with you at the same time.

Maeglin, Ecthelion, Turgon, Rog (maybe slightly annoyed)

The ones that will get tongue-tied altogether — because it is a language the have never heard of. Stutter, a little — scratch their head — looking over you like what in the word is this cute little thing? They might joke that your are saying something gibberish, not believing it's an actual language — even try to repeat after you with fail — it would be very funny — accidentally even say something stupid or offending.

Egalmoth, Glorfindel, — am going to sneak in Aredhel here.

The ones who would have the most patience with you — trying to decipher what you are saying and help you out with little drawings for understanding. They would create no fuss and work their time with you. Would be sweet and gentle — waiting for you.

Galdor, Duilin, Turgon, Penlod.

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etherealmoonbow · 4 years ago

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Note: Fluff = 💖 Angst = 🖤 Holiday = 🎄 Happy vibes =😁

Comfort =💕 Other=❣️My favorite =⭐️

~Glorfindel

Headcanons

-Being Glorfindel’s daughter 💖😁

-Being Lady of the House the Golden Flower 💖😁

~Ecthelion

Headcanons

-Mutual pinning and flirting with Ecthelion 💖😁

~Gondolin “In general”

Headcanons

-Gondolin elves comforting S/O during their period ❣️💖

#Gondolin #silmarillion #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion x reader #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel #ecthelion #ecthelion x reader #Rog #rog x reader #silmarillion fandom #galdor #Glador x reader #egalmoth #egalmoth x reader #maeglin #maeglin x reader #turgon x reader #turgon

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theelvenhaven · 5 years ago

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Going to a party with the elves

Gondolin

Turgon

When going to a party with Turgon your night will start out considerably formal and full of social propriety and formality. Turgon will spend most of the night with you at his side, discussing all manners of work and politics despite it being a night of fun.

He will still share in affection with you but they are considerably minimal considering he is King. A large hand placed gently on your knee beneath the table where he gives an occasional squeeze. Turgon will be sure to include you for your thoughts and opinions. Taking them highly into consideration! Anticipate being the first to leave the party. Only to go back to his chambers for some fun of your own to be shared together without such heavy titles weighing on your shoulders.

Maeglin

When going to a party with Maeglin, it’s not exactly going to be a social and invested night of festivities. Anticipate absolutely for your night to be calm and quiet despite the partying. Maeglin will mostly keep to just you, wanting to talk with you off in the corner of the room where you will be uninterrupted.

Maeglin will undoubtedly be drinking in attempt to tolerate the party, and will loosen up a little. Since you will be off and away from prying eyes, Maeglin will steal a few kisses and hold your hand snugly in his. He will be sure to let you know that you make the party all the more tolerable and worth going too. As much as he claims to hate it, he still stays for as long as you want too, just wanting you to have a good time.

Glorfindel

In Gondolin, Glorfindel is an even more vivacious and cheery party goer than he is in the Third Age! Here is where he builds up his incredible tolerance to alcohol and is quick to make sure to always keep his cup full. If you partake in any drinking Glorfindel will certainly respect your wishes be it you drink at his speed or a slower pace or none at all.

Anticipate for all of his affection to be over the top and with you still on his hip if you so wish it. All kinds of kisses are absolutely on the table as are embraces, Glorfindel is completely content with the whole world knowing how he feels about you. He will honestly follow you around anywhere you want to go and talk to whoever you’re talking too. He will keep the talks of politics completely at bay as the night should only be focused on the fun the two of you could be having.

Ecthelion

When it comes to a night of partying with Ecthelion, prepare for your night to begin out formal and proper. Even with minor talks of politics and discussing a few things with the King, Ecthelion certainly makes sure to promise to keep it quick. He is absolutely good on that promise, especially once he decides to drink.

All of that stone walled formality falls away and off his stiff shoulders, especially once he and Glorfindel get a chance to get together. Ecthelion keeps an arm snugly around your waist keeping you close. He will steal a few kisses whispering sweet nothings to you in the process, and just as quickly shifting back to regale you with teasing tales about Glorfindel- who is just as quick to do the same in return.

Rog

Rog is the absolute life of the party so your night will be incredibly full of games and hilarious stories that include demonstrations and reenactments. Rog isn’t a serious ellon at all and absolutely separates politics from life outside of it. So you won’t have to worry too much about formality or politics getting in the way.

Rog will absolutely keep you included in everything all night long, and you are in for a long night. If you don’t participate in the games he kisses you after every win for good luck, and if he looses he kisses you even longer “For extra luck arimelda!” not caring that it’s completely improper. Rog’s favorite is when the games make it to where he can sit, he keeps you happily in his lap with a big arm wrapped around your waist savoring all of the fun around you both and the comfort of your company.

Galdor

Galdor is incredibly laid back and easy going, so the start of your night will be with you two socializing. His hands will be holding yours small kisses to your hand or head will given often, and lovely sweet words of endearment will be shared. Telling you how lovely you look.

After a while it gets stuffy and over crowded for poor Galdor, so he likes to grab a bottle of wine and a couple of goblets and pull you out to the gardens. He’ll find one of the most secluded place that there is where you two will sit together. Indulging in kisses and sharing stories, he’s at his most calm when you’re together and in nature. He’d be completely unopposed if you wanted to bring any company along or if anyone wanted to join you both.

Egalmoth

Egalmoth is entirely formal at the beginning of the party, spending his time with you and the King and Ecthelion. Where he seriously discusses important manners of business with them both, but he’s fortunately quick to your attention as he can’t keep his eyes off of you long. He will take the time to dance with you, completely content with teaching you if you don’t know how.

Engaging in socializing with his friends. Egalmoth will keep his affections minimal, but nonetheless are the sensual and seductive kisses to your hands. Eventually he can’t take having to go so long without squeezing in any real affection and pulls you out to the gardens. Finding the most secluded place he can, Egalmoth will happily sit you both down where you can expect to find yourself being ravished with long and needy kisses.

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@saviorsong @lilmelily @dicksoutformtl @fandom-hoe101 @icarus-fell-in-spring

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lomaksarne · 4 years ago

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GOOD UNCLE

(special thanks to Professor Snape (x

PS Each piece of jewelry on Maeglin comes from a Lord of Gondolin. Because of the inconvenience of translation, I have not said this thing before. And now it seems that no one discover that hahaha

Leaf harpin: Galdor/ Diamond earrings: Ecthelion/ Garnet earrings: Turgon/ Neckpiece: Rog/ Opal necklace: Egalmoth/ Garnet necklace: Turgon/ Feather brooch: Duilin/ Leucospermum garland: Glorfindel/ White Tower Brooch: Penlod/ Tassels: Salgant

#the silmarillion #silmarillion #maeglin #turgon #gondolin #tolkien

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doodle-pops · 2 months ago

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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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doodle-pops · 3 months ago

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Celebrating Autumn with the Lords of Gondolin

Synopsis: In which you introduce the Lords (and Turgon) to partake in many festive fall activities.

Hosting an autumn-themed party in Gondolin had been your idea, and somehow you managed to get King Turgon and all his Lords on board. The courtyard of Gondolin was dressed in golds, reds, oranges, with wreaths of autumn leaves hanging from pillars and pumpkins scattered around. The air was crisp, and everything had a touch of warmth, from the fire pits dotting the grounds to the hot spiced cider ready for everyone to try.

It wasn’t easy—throwing modern human ideas into elven culture wasn’t exactly the most natural thing—but you made it work. And now, Gondolin’s lords were about to see what a true autumn celebration looked like.

Glorfindel was the first to arrive, grinning as he eyed the pumpkin-carving station you had set up. You told him it was a classic autumn tradition, and he had jumped in without hesitation, picking up a knife and carving some elaborate design that looked like it belonged in a museum. “Let’s see if the others can keep up,” he said, obviously too proud of his creation already. You just laughed.

Egalmoth, with his flair for all things colourful, was immediately drawn to the garlands of autumn leaves you’d hung around. “You have a talent for decoration,” he remarked, already considering how he could replicate this in his own house. You had to stop him from adding more feathers to the mix. “Keep your peacock tendencies in check, Egalmoth. This is autumn, not a bird festival.”

Rog and Galdor rolled in together, both eyeing the apple-bobbing station you’d set up. Rog, ever the competitive one, looked ready to dive in face-first. Galdor, on the other hand, seemed more hesitant, probably thinking about how undignified it would look to dunk his head in a bucket. “Come on, Galdor,” you teased, “I’ve seen you charge into battle with trolls. Surely a few apples won’t scare you.” That earned a hearty laugh from Rog, who immediately took up the challenge.

Ecthelion was, unsurprisingly, more interested in the autumn music you’d selected. The harps and flutes blended with the sounds of crackling fires and rustling leaves, setting the perfect mood. He wandered over to the musicians, offering a few pointers. “Of course, Ecthelion’s turning it into a concert,” Glorfindel whispered to you, shaking his head in amusement.

Then, Maeglin showed up—late—already brooding before he even stepped foot in the courtyard. He looked around, unimpressed, until his eyes fell on the pumpkin-carving station. “What is this?” he asked, genuinely confused. You handed him a carving knife and gestured toward the pumpkins. “Carve something. It’s therapeutic.”

Turgon, ever the picture of regal composure, made his entrance just as Maeglin started slicing away. “I trust this...activity is appropriate?” the king asked, giving you a look that said he was still uncertain about the whole idea. You just grinned. “Trust me, Turgon. If nothing else, watching your nephew stab a pumpkin will be the highlight of your evening.”

The apple-bobbing contest kicked off with Glorfindel joining Rog and going head-to-head. Both were elbowing each other out of the way in a very un-lordly manner, while the rest of the group gathered around to cheer or laugh at their antics. Maeglin, as expected, looked sceptical by the whole thing, but even he couldn’t resist glancing over occasionally to see who was winning.

Egalmoth, being Egalmoth, had somehow found a way to tie autumn-coloured ribbons into his hair, showing them off to anyone who would listen. He tried to convince Ecthelion to do the same, but the captain of the fountains was far too dignified to humour him.

Meanwhile, Turgon had finally warmed up to the idea of an autumn feast, especially once the pumpkin-spiced everything made its way to the table. You weren’t sure if he loved or hated it, but he certainly looked intrigued. “This is...different,” he commented, taking a cautious sip of pumpkin ale.

The pumpkin-spiced food was a hit—or at least, it became the subject of much discussion. Galdor wasn’t sure about the pumpkin bread but enjoyed the roasted chestnuts, while Glorfindel happily inhaled anything remotely edible. Ecthelion, ever the refined one, sipped his pumpkin ale with an arched brow, considering it more thoughtfully than anyone else.

As the night wore on, Glorfindel and Galdor started a friendly archery competition, using pumpkins as targets. Maeglin actually got involved, managing to hit a target dead centre without even trying. “I hate how good he is at everything,” Glorfindel muttered, shaking his head as Maeglin smirked and walked away.

The hay-bale toss turned into an unexpected competition between Glorfindel, Rog, and Maeglin. You watched as they tried to outdo each other, tossing the heavy bales farther and farther until Maeglin, ever the silent competitor, sent one soaring well past the others. “I should’ve known the smith would win this...again,” Glorfindel said, shaking his head with a laugh.

Once the bonfire was lit, the atmosphere became more relaxed. The lords gathered around the flames, drinking and laughing as the night grew darker. You introduced the concept of roasting marshmallows, and though Rog seemed confused at first, he ended up liking the sweet treat more than he’d admit.

As the night continued, you convinced the group to participate in a scavenger hunt you had prepared earlier in the day. You’d hidden little tokens all around the courtyard, each representing something from the autumn season—acorns, tiny pumpkins, golden leaves—and you split the group into teams. Glorfindel teamed up with Ecthelion, while Turgon, much to your surprise, paired with Rog. Watching the elven lords of Gondolin running around in search of hidden trinkets had you stifling laughs for the rest of the night.

By the time the bonfire was lit, everyone was in high spirits. Rog and Galdor were still trading jabs about who won the apple-bobbing contest, while Egalmoth was already planning next year’s party. Ecthelion had taken over the music, adding a dramatic flair to the entire evening with his harp, while Glorfindel tried (and failed) to convince Maeglin to at least smile once before the night ended.

The final event of the evening was a storytelling session around the bonfire. Ecthelion, naturally, volunteered to go first, spinning a dramatic tale about a haunted forest. Glorfindel, of course, made it funnier than it needed to be by making shadow puppets in the firelight, causing the others to groan in mock frustration.

Maeglin stayed quiet through most of the stories, but you caught him smirking a few times, especially when Rog told a tale about a prank gone wrong. Even Turgon, ever serious, seemed to relax in the warmth of the fire and the company of his closest friends.

As for you, you stood back, watching as the lords of Gondolin—so used to battles and council meetings—embraced the ridiculousness of an autumn celebration. Turgon caught your eye from across the fire, giving you a nod of approval. Maybe hosting a party wasn’t the worst idea you’d ever had.

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doodle-pops · 4 months ago

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「 ✦˖ ࣪ .♡˚.Princess Treatment˚.♡˖ ࣪ .✦ 」

Headcanon: Curufin, Amras, Turgon, Finafin, Aegnor, Galdor, Rog, Beleg

A/N: I know I had another set of headcanons to post, but those weren’t working out, so I decided to give a second part to the Princess Treatment headcanons I did last year for the same event with other characters.

.𑁍༊˚ Curufin

Curufin’s princess treatment manifests in his attentiveness to your needs, even before you realise them yourself. Whether it's draping his cloak over your shoulders before a chill can touch you or preparing your favorite tea after a long day, he anticipates your desires effortlessly.

As a master craftsman, Curufin creates intricate jewelry for you, each piece personalised and imbued with a story or meaning. His gifts are never random—they reflect moments shared between you two, aspects of your personality that he admires, or even a subtle statement that says “mine”.

When walking together, Curufin is always at your side, guiding you with a firm but gentle hand at the small of your back. He loves the feeling of being your protector and companion, and will silently ensure you’re always safe and comfortable.

If you show the slightest interest in something, whether it be a new skill or hobby, Curufin will subtly arrange for the best teachers or resources to be at your disposal. He takes immense pride in seeing you excel, your happiness fueling his own.

Curufin’s affection is shown through action rather than words, but in private moments, he’ll take your hand and press a kiss to each fingertip, murmuring how much he cherishes you.

.𑁍༊˚ Amras

He loves surprising you with impromptu picnics in secluded forest clearings, where he’s already laid out your favorite treats and brought along a cosy blanket for you both to share.

He’s always thinking of little ways to make your life easier or more enjoyable, whether it's braiding your hair for you in intricate designs or bringing you wildflowers that he tucks behind your ear with a grin.

During your outdoor adventures, Amras takes it upon himself to carry anything you might need, from your extra cloak to your favourite book. He insists that you just enjoy the journey while he handles the rest, finding joy in making sure you’re carefree.

Amras is also fond of crafting little trinkets for you, often made from materials he’s found during your travels together. You’ll receive necklaces of woven grass, rings made of polished stone, and other small tokens that remind you of your shared adventures.

He has a playful side and loves to whisk you away for secret rendezvous under the stars, where he’ll dance with you to the music of the night, his laughter and joy infectious as he spins you around.

.𑁍༊˚ Turgon

Turgon is the epitome of a chivalrous King when it comes to giving you the princess treatment. From the moment you enter a room, his attention is solely on you, making sure every detail of your surroundings is perfect for your comfort and pleasure.

He loves to plan elaborate dates, whether it’s a moonlit stroll through the gardens of Gondolin or a private concert by the city’s finest musicians. Turgon spares no expense in making you feel like royalty, both in private and in public.

You’ll never need to lift a finger in his presence. Turgon insists on serving you himself, whether it’s pouring your wine or cutting your food, all done with a gentle smile and a look that says you’re the most important person in his world.

When you’re feeling down, Turgon will wrap you in the softest blankets and read your favorite books aloud, his deep voice soothing and comforting. He has a talent for making even the most mundane moments feel special and intimate.

His favorite way to express his love is through grand gestures—like commissioning a beautiful mural in the city, depicting a scene of the two of you. He loves to show the world how much you mean to him, and nothing is too extravagant.

.𑁍༊˚ Finarfin

Finarfin treats you with a blend of elegance and heartfelt gestures. He delights in hosting intimate dinners for you, where he meticulously plans every detail—from the finest dishes to the perfect candlelight. He ensures each meal is a celebration of your time together.

He’s deeply attuned to your preferences and often surprises you with carefully chosen gifts, such as a rare book, a delicate piece of jewelry, or a beautiful fabric that you’ve admired. Each gift is accompanied by a personal note expressing his affection.

Finarfin enjoys creating serene moments for you both. Whether it’s arranging a private viewing of a stunning sunset or organizing a quiet afternoon in a secluded garden, he always finds ways to make these experiences feel special and memorable.

When you’re feeling stressed or overwhelmed, Finarfin will create a relaxing atmosphere, complete with soft music and aromatic oils. He’ll gently rub your shoulders or brush your hair, his touch soothing and attentive, ensuring you feel cherished and at ease.

He’s also fond of planning surprise getaways to picturesque locations. Whether it’s a cosy cabin by a lake or a charming village, he’ll organise everything with precision, ensuring you both enjoy a refreshing and delightful escape from everyday life.

.𑁍༊˚ Aegnor

He’s fiercely protective and will often accompany you on walks or errands, his presence a silent but powerful reassurance. If anyone dares to speak ill of you, they’ll quickly find themselves on the receiving end of his cold wrath.

One thing Aegnor never misses is an opportunity to reenact all the romantic scenes from plays with you. Whether it’s dancing under the stars or in the ballroom, whispering your name sweetly while holding eye contact, or even chasing you through a field of flowers.

Aegnor enjoys sharing you with the world and letting everyone know that you’re his and he’s yours, so expect commissions of pieces of jewellery that showcase his love for you. A promise ring, a locket with his favourite words engraved, a bracelet with the two as the pendant, and dozens of love letters.

He’s a lover for public displays of affection. He’ll hold you close, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and cheeks, lips, hands, every oart of your body he could kiss and whisper cheesy words. His touch reverent and tender as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

Flowers upon every meeting and an arm out for you to cross puddles. Holding doors open, pulling out your chair, fixing your hair and clothes, wiping your lips after you’ve eaten and so many more. You can bet the romantic puppy would be down for doing all that and more.

.𑁍༊˚ Rog

Rog’s princess treatment is all about making sure you feel secure and adored. As a formidable warrior, he’s always looking out for your safety, and you can count on him to be at your side, whether you’re walking through the bustling streets of Gondolin or relaxing at home.

He loves to carry you, especially when you least expect it. Whether it’s sweeping you off your feet to avoid a puddle or lifting you onto his shoulders for a better view, if it makes you happy, it makes him happy. Not to forget, he makes time to also be your teddy bear.

Rog is also a craftsman, and he often creates beautiful, practical items for you. Whether it’s a sturdy pair of boots tailored to your feet or a custom weapon if you’re inclined towards combat, everything he makes is infused with his care and attention to detail.

Despite his warrior’s exterior, Rog has a gentle heart. He’ll often gather flowers for you during his travels and present them with a shy smile, brushing a tender kiss against your knuckles as he does so.

Rog is very tactile in his affection, always finding reasons to touch you—whether it’s holding your hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, or wrapping an arm around your waist. He thrives on these small connections, each one a silent declaration of his love.

.𑁍༊˚ Galdor

Galdor’s treatment revolves around pampering you in the most thoughtful ways. He’ll often draw you luxurious baths filled with fragrant herbs and flower petals, making sure everything is perfect before leaving you to relax in solitude.

He has a knack for finding the perfect gifts—whether it’s a book you’ve been wanting, a rare plant, or a piece of art that reminds him of you. Each gift is accompanied by a sweet note, handwritten and filled with his deepest affections.

Galdor enjoys taking you on serene walks through beautiful gardens, where he’ll pick the most exquisite flowers to weave into your hair. He takes great care in making sure you feel adored and beautiful, often complimenting you in the softest of tones.

He’s very attentive to your comfort, often adjusting pillows or bringing you extra blankets without you even needing to ask. If you’re working or reading, Galdor will quietly bring you snacks or a cup of tea, ensuring you have everything you need to stay relaxed and content.

In quieter moments, Galdor loves to play music for you, whether on a harp or flute. He’ll serenade you with soft melodies that soothe your soul, his music a tender expression of his love and devotion.

.𑁍༊˚ Beleg

Being rooted in nature and simplicity, he loves to take you on long walks through the woods, where he’ll point out different plants and animals, making sure you feel connected to the world around you while also feeling special in his presence.

He’s always crafting small gifts for you out of natural materials, like a crown of leaves or a bracelet made from braided vines. Each item is created with care and presented to you with a warm smile, his way of showing how much he cherishes your bond.

Beleg is a skilled archer, and he’ll often set up friendly competitions where the prize is always a sweet kiss or a ton of sweet kisses. He loves seeing your eyes light up with excitement, and his laughter is the most rewarding sound when you best him in a challenge.

He enjoys setting up intimate campfires where you can both sit close, sharing stories and toasting beer or wine under the stars. Beleg will wrap you in his cloak, not because you need protection, but because he wants you to feel his warmth and presence.

When it’s just the two of you, Beleg will take the time to braid your hair, his fingers working with gentle precision. He finds peace in these quiet moments, and it’s his way of showing you how much he treasures every second spent together.

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doodle-pops · 5 months ago

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˚₊‧꒰ა Little Things You Do That Make Them Smile ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Headcanon: Turgon, Finarfin, Galdor, Rog, Gwindor

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Turgon

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔” — If Turgon hadn’t smiled for the day, surely your attempts at reaching his lips for a kiss will. Be it you stood on a table, doubled and tripled the chairs, stacked them on top of a table, or climbed his tall frame, he would have cracked a huge grin at your adorable attempts. The measures you go to ensure he receives a daily dose of affection make his heart swell. At times, he would even purposefully deny bending down just to see what route you would take for your kiss.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑” — Leave it to Turgon, and he would sleep in his study, but when he remembers that you’re alone in your shared chambers, he finds himself at your side. However, he forgets your cold feet when he becomes too comfortable holding your body against his. You have a knack for perfectly timing when he relaxes before pressing your feet against his skin. It doesn’t matter how many times he pushes your feet away, they come crawling back. As much as your cold feet drive him up a wall like a cat, without it, his bed feels empty. It’s something he both looks forward to and doesn’t at night.

“𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕” — He knew he wasn’t as spontaneous as the other members of his family and feared that may have been a turn off when it came to courting, but when you entered, you proved him wrong. You were the perfect amount of spontaneity to his tranquillity while understanding and sharing his love for calmness. Whether it’s helping him with his fishes, building/crafting his miniature city together, reading or dancing, Turgon enjoys even moment even more, as he's aware of your appreciation for his love for tranquillity.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Finarfin

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚” — If he could stay all day in bed with you and sleep, he would. Sadly, duty always calls him away, yet, the sound of your whines and feet stomping against the bed leaves his heart yearning. Your long list of reasons why you two should spend all day in bed leaves him in a fit of soft laughter and hearty grins as you complain. Most of them sound reasonable, truly, they do. And if he didn’t know any better than receiving a scolding from his advisor, he'd dive back into bed with you.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏” — The soft padding of your feet as you rush over to him, holding a crown of flowers behind your back and one that matched his attire, leaves him filled with excitement to show it off. He proudly wears each one, be it in public or at court, for all to see the wonderful gift you give him each day with a bundle of love. To top it off, he makes it clear to anyone who notices that you made it, so they'd think twice about saying anything.

“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖” —There’s not a gift Finarfin has not given to you where your reaction hadn’t left him bubbly. Be it your smile, your laughter, your grin or your screams when the gift was received, he can bet the entire Kingdom will be hearing about it, whether you verbally inform them or show it off every chance you get.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Galdor

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔” — Galdor felt like he found the perfect companion when he heard you loved plants and gardening just as much as he does. His heart swells when he observes your delicacy towards the plants as well as your knowledge. Inviting you into his gardens to show off his knowledge of plants which leads to him being impressed by your knowledge when you add extra facts. He would quietly smile with his eyes as he listens to you prattle on and on about your favourite flora and those you wish to have. Sometimes it the way you proudly show off his gifts of potted plants around your home, caring for them and going as far as naming them.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅” — If it wasn’t the head tilting, then it’s the adorable away your nose crinkle and scrunch when you’re confused that's making him combust internally. He had to refrain from wanting to hold your face and pepper your nose with kisses and bites. The urge to verbally say “awe” comes to mind and the tip of his tongue whenever you do so.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎” — Whether you are a masterchief or not, accompanying him to the kitchen and assisting him is enough to put a smile in his face. His appreciation for the simplicity in life allows for moments like these to be cherished greatly. The loud chopping of vegetables, the soft bubbling of the pot and the clinking of glasses followed by laughter shared between you both as you navigate throughout the kitchen, doing your best to avoid stepping on each other’s feet adds an extra touch of comfort to his life.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Rog

“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒖𝒑 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒅” — Due to Rog’s love for spending long hours in the forge, staying up never went according to plan because 9 out of 10 times, it resulted in you falling asleep and him coming home the late hours of the next day, meeting you sprawled out sleeping. He appreciates your dedication to waiting for him each time he ventures into the forge, he’s touched, but it also worries him when you lose proper rest over him. Hence why he tells you not to stay up too late for him, though his words never reach you well because you insist on ensuring you see him when he comes home. All he can do is shake his head with a tender smile as he adjusts your sleeping position to something much more comfortable.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕” — Spending dates indoors, locked up in the forge and watching him slave away behind a piece of metal without complaining makes his craft feel appreciated. At first to him, it didn’t seem like much when he could be taking you on tours around Gondolin and planning other dates, but seeing how divested you were in hearing him talk about his passion made this man want to pop out a ring and propose right on the spot.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓” — The first time you clung to his muscular form, squeezing his biceps and nibbling on his arms and shoulders, Rog couldn’t quite believe himself. You treated him as though he was a stuffed toy, squeezing him every chance and burying your face into his muscles. It wasn’t until the first time you called him your teddy bear, that he felt his heart growing warmer at the nickname, not believing that such an affectionate term of endearment could leave him a blushing mess. From that day on Rog vowed to always ensure that his muscles were soft and bulky so that he would always be your teddy bear.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Gwindor

“𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎” — When Gwindor discovered that you shared the same passion for nature and exploring caves like him it makes his heart combust. In his mind when it came to courting he had never expected for someone to be into the same hobbies as him. He always viewed himself as a nerd and undesirable, leading to him holding less interest in courting. But then you came along with your enthusiasm sharing the same love for nature as him. Most of your dates if not all are spent exploring the lesser caves and exchanging tidbits of knowledge that you’ve accumulated over time.

“𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕/𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌” — Believe it's or not it doesn’t matter if what you’re saying is interesting in your eyes or not Gwindor values every single with that falls from your tongue. You could be talking about your favourite food, your favourite plant, how you rolled off your bed this morning, or the weird dream you had and he would be listening as though you explaining the creation of the sun, moon, and stars. He believes that you have a natural gift for tuning simple topics into interesting conversations with the most intriguing and enthusiastic words ever. This encourages him to spend every minute of the day with you begging you to even read his favourite novels, simply so he could listen to you speak.

“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔” — In his most honorable moments when you appear and see him in his natural form covered in scars window immediately wishes to pull up and disappear. However, when he feels your touch full of love and pain towards his injury, he breaks down. The raw emotion he feels from your touch that emanates love makes him forget his disgust towards his scars. He always believed that you would hate them, hence why he always remained fully clothed around you at all times. Even though he still carries insecurities towards his injuries feeling your gentle touch against his skin melts some of his worries and fears away.

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