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CELEBRIMBOR!!
Elves flirting with Sauron is canon, Tolkien said so.
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Further inspiration (Sauron x fem!Elf!reader)
âbut also Sauron x Celebrimbor + slight Celebrimbor x readerâ
-> in which you discover Annatar aiding Celebrimbor in his work with the same unconventional method he used with you, but that doesnât mean he has discarded you
Warnings: smut, voyeurism kink, exhibitionism kink, tease and denial, handjob (Annatar x Celebrimbor, Annatar x Reader) oral (R + C receiving from A), mutual masturbation (C x R), p in v (A x R), manipulation cause you still donât know heâs Sauron, Sauron will have more influence over the Rings if he soft doms their creators or something, I just wanted to write pure filth
Note: sequel to Inspiration. I wasnât expecting to write something like this but the idea wouldnât leave me alone so I experimented a littleđ€
Mature content below the cut - minors DNI!!!
You are not proud of the disappointment you feel knowing Celebrimbor has returned to his work. You should be glad that he has recovered enough to carry on with forging the Ringsâusing the designs with which you provided him, no lessâand you are happy. Truly. Itâs only that part of you wishes you still had the forge room to yourself and Lord Annatar.
You had not been alone with him since he had... aided you to finish the designs, and you are driving yourself mad with thoughts of what might happen when or if you shall find yourselves in an intimate setting again. Will he be poised as ever, as though you had never known each other most intimately? Or will there be recognition between you? Connection.
Repetition.
The thought sends a pleasant shiver racing down your spine, right as you reach the forge room. You stop to breathe. Even if Annatar is inside, he is there assisting Celebrimbor with his work, and that is your purpose as well. Nothing more.
Before you can push the doors open, just as your fingers nearly reach the wood, one slides ever so slightly ajar, as if moved by the wind. Except there is no wind, and the doors are too heavy to be simply blown open, and so quietly no less. But you cease to ask yourself how such a thing has happened the moment you catch a glimpse of the sight revealed by the small opening.
From your angle, you can see Celebrimbor at his worktable, Annatar sitting beside him. There would be nothing unusual about that, if they were not sitting so much closer than you have seen them do on previous occasions. If Annatarâs arm were not wrapped around Celebrimborâs shoulders, as if to cradle him close. And if that may yet pass for an exceedingly warm gesture of friendship, there is no mistaking the rhythmic movement of Annatarâs other hand in the area of Celebrimborâs lap beneath the table, or the nature of the smithâs tortured groans as he struggles through the finishing touches of a Ring.
You cover your mouth to prevent an audible gasp. So, you had been right to assume you were not the only one for whom Lord Annatar performs such unconventional acts of... creative encouragement. Your first, panicked thought is that you need to leave before they sense your presence, pretend as though you never witnessed such a thing. But your legs simply refuse to move. Your eyes will not, cannot turn away from the sight. You watch, heat blooming within your belly, as Annatarâs fingers pinch and fondle the tip of the smithâs pointed ear, and Celebrimbor shudders almost violently.
âPlease,â he begs, barely above a whisper, âI can bear it no longer.â
âYou are capable of much greater feats than you know, my friend,â Annatar encourages, ever so trusting. But Celebrimbor shakes his head in utter defeat. His hands cease their trembling work and lower the utensils on the table as he turns to Annatar with an anguished gaze.
âI beg you,â he all but whimpers, âgrant me release.â
Annatar smiles, a tinge of disappointment in his eyes, and releases Celebrimbor altogether, standing from his seat. The smith cannot help but whine, looking down at what is sure to be a most helpless state of arousal, but makes no attempt to touch himself, either. He must have understood by now, as you did before, that he is not to act without Annatarâs permission.
A trembling breath escapes you. Your hand is on your stomach, having come to rest there you know not when, and you stifle the growing urge to reach lower, between your legs, if only to ease the light throb that has begun there with a quick press of your fingers.
You shake your head, squeeze your eyes shut, and turn away to press your back to the wall by the door. Itâs Lord Celebrimbor, you remind yourself. Your mentor. Your friend. If anything, you should be mortified that you have witnessed him in such a state of arousal, or envious that he is receiving the same attentions as you did from Annatar. And, to some extent, you are, but... seeing Annatarâs hands upon him only reminds you how they felt upon you, and Celebrimborâs pleas for release remind you of the torturous stretch you had endured with Annatar keeping still inside of you, of the ache of helplessly unfulfilled pleasure and the beauty that had come from it.
Celebrimbor must have gathered his will, same as you did back then, and resumed his work, because his moans reach your ears again. You will your legs to carry you away, but all they do is take you back where you can peer through the crack in the door once more. Annatar is now hunched over Celebrimbor, mouth on his neck and hand back to stroking him beneath the table, and when the smith wavers anew in his feeble attempts to work, the cry he gives out at the loss of stimulation sends a bolt of pleasure to your clit. You press your thighs together, in vain. You cannot touch yourself in the hallway, where anyone might see you.
Just as you think you have gathered the resolve to flee to your chambers, where you may indulge in the pleasure of your own fingers without risking your dignity, Annatar says your name. It happens in an instnatâa flick of his wrist, and the door slides all the way open, leaving you exposed to their sight.
Every cell in your body freezes.
âI am glad you have joined us,â Annatar greets politely, standing to his full height at Celebrimborâs side. âYou need not linger at the door.â
Celebrimbor, on the other hand, goes into a wide-eyed panic that matches the one no doubt written on your own face. His jaw drops, trembling, and he fumbles beneath the table to make himself decent again before he shoots to his feet.
âI-I assure you,â he stammers, awfully flushed in the face, âthis is not at all what you might imagineââ
âDo not fret, Celebrimbor,â Annatar intercedes, mildly amused. âShe is quite familiar with my methods.â
A small gasp leaves you as you avert your eyes, heat flooding your skin. It is one thing to catch Lord Celebrimbor in the act, quite another to admit to your own. His eyes dart between you and Annatar as he blinks, stunned at the revelation.
âCome... come inside,â he urges you. âShut the door.â
You do so in haste, but remain standing in the doorway. You cannot tell whether Celebrimbor is more angry or ashamed. Though he hardly has the right to judge your behaviour, given that he has engaged in similarly improper acts himself, if he were to banish one of you, it will not be the emissary of the Valar.
âIs it true?â he asks, thankfully seeming more curious than scandalized. You glance at Annatar, unsure, and he gives you a small, encouraging nod of his head. It serves as a balm to your nerves.
âLord Annatar...â you begin, willing your voice to be steady as you look at Celebrimbor. âHe helped me to finish the designs, my lord.â
Celebrimborâs brows shoot up. His mouth opens, then closes. Then he scrambles to pick up the sketches by which he had been guided as he workedâyour sketchesâfrom the table, and holds them up to you.
âYou made these, while...?â
âIndeed,â Annatar says, the sole word imbued with such pride and admiration, your knees weaken.
âBut they are excellent! Flawless!â Celebrimbor protests, his tone raised in disbelief. âIt cannot be that... Under such torment...?â
It is plain to see, from the distress in his eyes, that he truly does not understand how such a thing might be possible. This must be the first time Annatar has tried this with him, catching him as off guard as you had been, and he has yet to learn how to accept the gift as you did. A gift which is too precious, you realize, to be kept only to yourself, especially with the fate of all Middle-Earth at stake. Sympathy for Celebrimbor fills your heart, and you meet his questioning look with a slight nod. Once again, your gaze briefly meets Annatarâs, and something in his eyes along with your own inner realization gives you the boldness to go on and confess, âIt helps, Lord Celebrimbor. If you allow it. And... it does not go unrewarded.â
Celebrimbor releases a stunned huff, and puts the paper back on the table with a small thud of his fingers against the wood.
âShe is right,â Annatar speaks when Celebrimbor seems at a loss for words. âBut then again...â His brow knits, and he ponders something. âNo two creative minds are alike,â he muses. âAnd yours, Celebrimbor, Iâm afraid is in a rather fragile state. Perhaps a less... direct approach would suit you better.â
Celebrimbor eyes him warily, but his interest is visibly piqued, your words having eased his reluctance to believe such a method might prove fruitful. Slowly, he returns to his seat.
âAnd... what might that be?â he asks, cautiously.
Annatar gives him a rather cryptic smile before he turns his gaze to yours, extending a hand towards you in invitation.
âWould you come here?â he beckons.
For a moment, you hesitate, glancing to Celebrimbor to find him as puzzled as you, then looking back at Annatar in silent question. He gives no answer, only waits patiently. Waits for your trust, as you have given it before.
And as before, you give it. Holding his gaze, you go to him, and place your hand in his. Your skin tingles pleasantly as he takes it in his gentle hold, reminding you how you had longed to feel his touch again. He pulls you close to him and wraps his other arm around your waist with elegance, almost as if preparing for a waltz. You are transfixed by his eyes as he speaks in that wise voice of his, close enough that his breath touches your lips.
âThere are more ways to open oneâs mind to their most natural instincts than touch itself,â he says. âSometimes, one needs only to be reminded... shown... how fulfilling it is to cease denying oneself.â
The last words are spoken just as he presses his lips to yours, and you sigh into the gentle kiss. His mouthâs caresses are so languid, so patient as you follow their lead. He takes his sweet time tracing your lips with his tongue, then sliding it against your own, allowing them to intertwine and dance together at leisure, savouring each and every sensation. But that is not all he means to do, you realize as a sudden intake of breath reaches your ears, one which belongs to neither you nor Annatar. This sensuous display is meant for Celebrimborâwho is still sitting right at your side, though the haze of desire had all but erased that knowledge from your mind.
When Annatar removes his lips from yours with a softly wet sound, you cannot help but glance a bit self-consciously to the smith. His eyes are clouded with an emotion you have never seen in them in all your years working togetherâyearning of the purely carnal sort. Though he flushes at being caught eyeing you so, the look he sends Annatar holds a glint of ruefulness.
âYou can hardly expect my eyes to not stray from my work,â he warns, âwhilst you engage in such... titillating behaviour a mere glance away.â
âAnd yet,â Annatar says, looking at him but leaning into you, âI expect you to not only finish your work,â you give a soft gasp as he presses his lips to your neck, âbut to craft your greatest creations yet.â
âI do not thinkââ
The protest dies in Celebrimborâs throat as Annatar engulfs you in his arms and swiftly lifts you onto the table, close enough to Celebrimbor that you could reach out with your leg and rest a foot in his lap if you so wished. You make no move to do anything but remain right where Annatar jas placed you, your breath quickening as he reaches to your ankles and begins to draw the skirts of your dress slowly up, up, over your knees, until they are gathered gracelessly around your waist and all that covers your modesty is your undergarments.
You canât help but squirm lightly, adjusting to the most unusual exposure. Itâs already more than you had ever imagined Celebrimbor would see of you, and now Annatar is running the palm of his hands gently along your thighs, coaxing you to part them and reveal the damp fabric between your legs. His piercing gaze wonât let you look away. He holds such power over you, willingly given yet ruinous in its might.
And he is no less in control as he lowers himself to his knees before you, in the space between your legs. The realization of what he means to do, and in what circumstances, punches a small mewl from your chest. But perhaps you should know better than to think you can anticipate his actions by now. You must only take what you are given, and at the moment he gives you feather-light caresses of your legs, from your ankles to the sensitive skin at the back of your knees, whilst his lips begin a trail of kisses upon the inside of your thighs. A few on the left, a few on the right. Langourous, attentive, drawing ever upward.
If you were aching before, you now crave him with devastating force. You want to moan, but some deeply rooted instinct within you still tries to clip the sounds in your throat, sharply aware of your audience. Unbidden, your eyes drift to Celebrimbor. His are glued to the spot where Annatarâs lips meet the soft flesh of your thigh, his lips slightly parted in silent desire, and his fingers digging into his own thigh as he no doubt withholds from seeking his own relief. You shudder with a sudden burst of bashfulness... but also the thrill of it. Of behaving yourself in such a scandalous manner, leaving all thoughts of propriety aside and wearing your pleasure on display.
Lifting his head from your leg, barely a few inches from where you need him most, Annatar gives Celebrimbor an encouraging look. âGo on, then,â he instructs, much like he had done when coaxing you into resuming your drawing whilst impaled on his length. Celebrimborâs throat bobs with what looks to be a painful swallow, but he does as he is asked and picks the object of his labour back up.
Satisfied, Annatar aims a wolfish smile at you, then works to free you of the only fabric covering your wetness. Once he has pulled it down your legs and tucked it safely within his own robes, leaving you quivering in anticipation as the cool air meets your soaked center, he parts your legs once more and looks up at you.
âWould you be so kind,â he says, caressing your thighs, âas to share with Lord Celebrimbor exactly what transpired between us upon our past encounter? From beginning to end. In as much detail as your sensibility allows.â
He says it with as much ease as he would request that you bring Lord Celebrimbor some tea. Youâd scoff at the absurdity, at the word âsensibilityâ, if not for his thumb, which begins to massage your clit with small, slow circles as he awaits your compliance. You are helpless to do anything but whimper as you nod, and will yourself to speak through stifled sounds of pleasure as your swollen bud sings beneath his touch.
âLord Annatar... he touched me,â you begin, egged on by his approving gaze. You can hardly make the story sound as coherent or vivid as it felt at the time, but you do your best to at least remember the sequence of events. âFirst, he massaged my shoulders. Then, he traced his fingers along my cheek and... my hair... and then he... touched the tip of my ear. Tugged at it with his fingers. I-I was surprised, but... I let him, because it felt... so good.â
The word melts into a moan, for Annatar has replaced his finger with his lips, pressing them gently to your clit before giving it a firm lick. All inhibitions set aside, you lay your hand on Annatarâs head and hook your fingers into the bow at the back of it, marvelling at the softness of his tresses. He raises his eyes to yours as he continues to kiss you between your legs, and by the Valar, he is the most divine sight you have ever laid eyes upon.
âWhat then?â Celebrimbor asks, nearly as breathless as you feel. When you glance at him, his eyes are painstakingly glued to his work, obeying Annatarâs command. The Lord of Gifts gives your thigh a soft pinch, silently instructing you to do the same.
âThen, he kissed my neck,â you go on, in between mewls and little gasps of pleasure as Annatar makes a meal of your most intimate flesh. âAnd touched my breasts. He kneaded them and... pinched my nipples through my dress.â Almost absent-mindedly, your own hand which isnât in Annatarâs hair does the very same now, overwhelmed by the combined elation his mouth offers at present and the memory you are recounting out loud. âThen... his hand went lower and... touched myâ between my legs.â You avoid the word, and immediately find it laughable. Annatarâs face is buried in your cunt right now, so close to Celebrimbor that he can no doubt hear the wet sounds of his tongue lapping at your foldsâwhy on Middle-Earth would you shy away from something as harmless as a mere word now?
As if to further emphasize that point, Annatarâs kisses turn more vigorous, and he slips a long finger past your entrance, adding to the squelch. You gasp and tighten your grip on his hair, writhing on the table.
âThen, he stopped,â you go on, and your voice might as well be one continuous, obscene whine. âTold me to stand, and sat in my chair instead. And then... I sat in his lap... with my back to him... with him inside of me.â You mewl as he slips in a second finger, and begins to curl them into your sweetest spots with ravaging precision. âAnd it felt so good... and I wanted to move so badly... but he said I was to finish the designs first... and I trusted him... so I obeyed. When I had him in me... I could finally let go and just... create.â
He groans into your cunt, and you quake with the overwhelming sensations. Itâs too much, how he sucks your clit into the heat of his mouth, how his fingers put relentless and heavenly pressure to the parts within you where it most wrecks you to feel it. Your already breathy voice grows in pitch, littered with desperate mewls as you pant and writhe your way to your peak.
âOnce I finished, he lifted me from the chair... and into his arms... and he took me against a wall... hard and deep... until, finally... finally... My lord!â
You grip his hair mercilessly as you clench around his fingers, lost to an onslaught of pleasure that leaves you gasping and panting without shame. Annatar laps at your folds all the way through it, until your hips begin to twitch with too much sensation to bear.
âUntil, finally,â Annatar continues, calm and composed as he rises to his feet, âshe found her well-earned release.â He cups your cheek, admiring your pleasure-dazed expression with a blend of pride and hunger as you lean into his touch. âAnd looked as splendid as her creations whilst she clenched around my cock.â
He kisses you, and you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. You feel so light and so wonderfully tired, all you want is to fall into his arms, rest your head upon his shoulder and close your eyes. So you do, breaking away from his lips to melt into his embrace, where he welcomes you with utmost tenderness.
âShe does,â Celebrimbor agrees. You open your eyes to find his gaze has strayed toward you after all, and is filled with a soft kind of awe. âYou do. Together.â
Annatar coaxes you to part from him with care, and a pleased smile graces his lips as he looks down at Celebrimborâs hand.
âAs does the fruit of your labours.â
You notice then, tooâCelebrimbor now holds a finished, most exquisite Ring.
âI suppose I have begun to understand what you meant by... surrendering,â he admits, contemplating the precious jewel before he sets it carefully into one of the nine ring holders on the table. He knits his brow, somewhat nervous as he turns to Annatar. âAm I to finish all the rest before...?â
âThat would be rather cruel, would it not?â Annatar says indulgently. âTo craft none rings is more time-consuming than to draw them, after all. Stand, Celebrimbor.â
Hope sparks in the smithâs eyes as he obeys. Annatar rearranges your dress, allowing it to fall over your legs once more, and leaves a tender caress on your cheek before he turns to Celebrimbor.
You are not sure what youâre meant to do, but you donât feel strong enough to stand yet either way. Itâs almost as though youâre peering through the crack in the door again as, without further teasing, Annatar parts Celebrimborâs robes and unfastens his trousers, releasing the hard and swollen flesh beneath to the air as well as your sight. Itâs strange to think you and the Lord of Eregion have now officially seen each otherâs private parts not only bared, but also evident with arousal. Celebrimbor is already weeping at the tip as Annatar wraps his elegant fingers around his cock and gives it a tug.
âOh, my friend,â he coos, cupping Celebrimborâs cheek. The smith whines softly, leaning into his touch. âHow you must be aching.â
Celebrimbor nods, beyond words as Annatar begins to stroke his cock. The Lord of Gifts claims his mouth, and the smith clings to his shoulders desperately. You remember how it felt, to have gone so long without release and finally have the promise of it within reach. Arousal stirs anew within you, as though it had not been thunderously relieved barely a minute before.
At the same time, however, you are beginning to feel quite out of place as the kiss unfolding before your eyes grows deeper, more intense, Annatarâs tongue dominating Celebrimborâs. His movements are still teasingly slow, despite the promise that he would finally relieve Celebrimborâs suffering, and the more self-conscious part of your mind is beginning to wonder whether you are not hindering Annatarâs plans, somehow.
âShould I...?â you say, hesitating to interrupt. âWould you prefer if I left you to...?â
âNo, please,â Celebrimbor blurts out, breaking the kiss and flushing as he meets your eyes. Remembering himself and to whom he must submit, he turns to Annatar, and somewhat bashfully asks, âWould it be all right if she stayed?â
Annatar nods, pleased by his deference. âIf that is her wish.â
They both look to you then, awaiting your responseâCelebrimbor with hope, Annatar with patience, and perhaps a tinge of expectation. You nod, a welcome one for all three of you. Now that you have become a part of this creative process, you wish to see it through to the end, whenever Annatar deems that may be.
âGood,â Annatar smiles. âThere are eight more Rings to be crafted, after all.â
The implication thrills you to the core. Only the first of the Nine is finished, and it had mostly been completed by the time you had joined Annatar and Celebrimbor in the forge. How many more sensuous games will the emissary of the Valar invent until all the Rings are finished? In how many ways will he have you unravel, mind and body? The creamy sensation between your legs grows ever more persistent as you realize Annatar is unlikely to let it recede any time soon.
Under your gaze, Annatar returns his attentions to Celebrimborâs neck, nipping and sucking at his skin in rhythm with his still-languid strokes. Celebrimbor says your name, practically moans it, and he wears a deep frown as he looks at you, half from pleasure and half from guilt.
âI do not wish for you to think that...â he falters when Annatarâs teeth find his ear, âin all our time together, I was harbouring improper thoughts towards you...â
âItâs quite all right, my lord,â you reassure him, watching as Annatarâs thumb gathers the bead of arousal blooming at his tip before you give him a fond smile. âThere were many things I did not understand about myself and the act of creation, until Lord Annatar helped me to discover them. There is no shame in sharing in such knowledge. I do not think so,â you add, a bit more quietly. If one of the other smiths were to go against Celebrimborâs wishes for some reason and come inside the forge now, surely they would scorn the three of you for engaging in such apparent depravity together. But you are equally sure that Annatar would help them understand the importance of your endeavours, just as he had you and Celebrimbor.
Annatar pulls away from Celebrimborâs neck, caressing his cheek as he wears an adoring smile with which he then graces you as well as he speaks. âIt brings me such joy,â he says, âto see the greatest of Elven smiths working in such harmony. Learning from one another.â
âWe learned from you, my friend,â Celebrimbor is quick to return the praise. âWe have you to thank for everything.â
âLet us say that we should thank one another,â Annatar insists. And as if in his own gratitude, he kneels before Celebrimbor, though he does so in that same manner he did with you before, without losing an ounce of the authority he commands. If anything, having his gaze meet yours from below has a way of making you feel as though you are standing on a precipice, dangerously close to toppling into the abyss, and he is all that keeps you upright still. Celebrimbor certainly seems to share that sentiment, his fingers brushing Annatarâs smooth cheek with deep reverence, as if he barely dares to touch such beauty.
Annatar begins with small kisses peppered to Celebrimborâs cock, tongue darting out ever so teasingly to flick against the straining length and sensitive tip. The pleading sound that escapes the smithâs throat combined with the sight has you crossing your legs where you are still sitting on the table, to better press your thighs together.
âOh, by the Valar,â Celebrimbor rasps out as his length is all at once engulfed in Annatarâs mouth, not a trace of discomfort on his face as the smithâs cock sinks deep into his throat.
âLord Annatar,â you breathe out, unable to contain yourself any longer, âmay I touch myself?â
You expectâhopeâto be given a hum of approval, the rumble of which in Annatarâs throat will surely prevent Celebrimbor from begrudging you this small interruption. But Annatar releases the smithâs cock abruptly, pulling a strained groan from him.
âYou shall take your pleasure when I see fit,â he replies before returning to his task. His voice is soft, yet the command in it is clear. It only serves to highten your arousal. And really, you should not interfere with Celebrimborâs long-awaited pleasure again, but you fear the wooden table might begin to splinter within your white-knuckled grip unless you do something.
âMay I touch you, then?â you entreat.
This time, when Annatar frees his mouth, a mischievous smile is tugging at its corners. âSo long as you do not interfere with my task,â he says, looking up at the trembling smith before him. âOur dear Celebrimbor might be quite upset if you do.â
Celebrimbor caresses Annatarâs hair, giving a slight shake of his head. âI shall gladly take whatever I am given.â
You, on the other hand, waste no time to take that which you have asked for and were generously granted. You leave your seat to go and kneel behind Annatar, humming with delight as your fingers caress the soft strands of his beautiful, long hair. You brush it to the side to reveal his neck, and begin to leave your own kisses there, laving the skin between his jaw and shoulder with affection as he bobs his head while sucking Celebrimbor.
How ironic that he should warn you about interfering with his task, for a change. But even now, you seem to be the one in more difficulty as you reach around his waist, seeking to gain access to the part of him you have been missing inside you for every second since your last joining had ended. Itâs an awkward position, with him kneeling and you trying to work through the layers of his clothing from behind, and however you try, you cannot seem to figure out how to even part his robe enough to reach the fastening of the trousers beneath.
He groans impatiently, and you soon find out whyâwhen, in a few swift movements and shuffles of fabric, he frees himself from their confines and takes your hand to wrap it around his cock. He is hard and eager, practically pulsing with need within your grip, and you are reminded that to offer you these gifts requires his own sacrifice, his own desire going unfulfilled.
His hands return to Celebrimbor whilst yours remains on his cock, and you marvel at the heat and firmness of him in your grip as you begin to stroke it. He is leaking generously at the tip, and you smear the wetness along his length as you hasten your pace, and you moan as though the ridges of him are catching on your inner walls instead of the palm of your hand as your cunt aches helplessly.
But you focus solely on him. Your lips travel up the curve of his neck, trying to adjust to the movements of his head as you lick a stripe up his ear, and catch the pointed tip between your teeth as you had been longing to for so long. He groans, a low, hoarse sounds that must scrape against Celebrimborâs cock oh so wonderfully. Or torturously, if the smithâs broken whimper is any indication. With Annatar, it tends to be a blend of both.
It isnât a coincidence, you think, but rather Annatarâs perfectly controlled timing, when they both find their end at once. Itâs plain to see, from the way Celebrimbor bucks forward with a sob of relief, that he is spilling inside Annatarâs mouth, who keeps it firmly closed around him, receiving every dropâwhilst Annatarâs own hips give a tense jerk and he throbs in your hand, some of his spend landing on Celebrimborâs pant leg and some dribbling down your fingers.
Itâs nearly enough to have you coming yourself. Alas, you clench around the emptiness within you, gently stroking Annatar until he pulls away from both of you. Releasing Celebrimborâs spent cock and removing your hand from his own length, he rises from the ground, poised as ever, leaving the smith stumbling back into his seat and you panting on your knees. It isnât long, though, before Annatarâs hand is held out within the line of your sight, and you raise your eyes to find him looking down at you like a blessing sent to be your salvationâwhich he, in fact, is.
âCome, now,â he urges tenderly. âThe floor is hardly the place for an Elf of your talents. And generosity.â
Touched by his compliments as always, you place your hand in his and let him pull you to your unsteady feet. Though he praises your generosity, the result of it hardly showsâhis cock still appears to be as furiously rigid as ever, and you frown slightly as it catches your gaze.
âHave I not satisfied you well enough, my lord?â you ask, barely a whisper. He lifts your chin, having your gaze meet his.
âYou have satisfied me wonderfully,â he reassures you. âHowever, I shall not be truly finished until I will it so. And we still have long hours of toil ahead of us. Do we not, Celebrimbor?â
The smith gives a small chuckle. He had tucked himself away, and is now leaning on the table, resting his chin on his fist as he looks at you and Annatar with a hazy gaze.
âI am afraid I do not possess your prowess, my godly friend. It shall be a little while before I am able to endure such wonderful torment again.â
âHow fortunate, then,â Annatar says, âthat our dear friend is willing to share in your burden.â
You think you would share in any burden he might ask you to, so long as he kisses you all through it the same as he does now. His tongue plunges past your lips, and your eyebrows raise slightly as you realize both that the musky taste you feel is Celebrimborâs spend, and that he must have felt your taste as well when Annatar had kissed him after feasting on you.
You are tempted to reach for Annatarâs length again as you feel its inviting weight on your belly, but then his arms surround you and you are being swept in his embrace effortlessly. You wrap yourself around him as he carries you back to the chair right beside Celebrimborâs, sitting down with you astride him. He makes quick work of lifting your dress to expose you to him once more. Nothing would have made you happier. The moment you are able to, you cant your hips so that your moist folds caress his cock, moaning softly as your clit catches on the tip of him.
Annatar murmurs your name, gaze trained on your mouth as he traces your slightly parted lips with his thumb, âSo needy,â he muses. âYou neglected to mention, when you told our little story, how you came undone with barely a few grazes of my fingers, right before I took you fully.â He leans into your ear, âShould we see if we can achieve that once more?â
He grips your hips, preventing you from seeking friction much like he did the last time you had been seated in his lap. But at least then, you were achingly full instead of empty.
âPlease,â you whimper, pulling away so he may see the plea within your eyes as well. âIâve missed you inside me. So much.â
Annatar regards you tenderly, as though genuinely touched by your sentiment.
âVery well, then,â he says, running his knuckles down your cheek. âWhen I next bring you to the height of your pleasure, it shall be whilst we are most intimately joined.â
Your eyelids flutter shut in relief, and you turn your head to press a kiss to the palm of his hand.
âWhether that is to be now, howeverâŠâ
You open your eyes to find a now familiar glint of mischief in his.
âCelebrimbor.â He turns his gaze to the smith, who seems quite surprised to be addressed in the midst of your exchange. âIf you were to choose,â Annatar begins, voice honeyed with promise, âwould you like me to keep you full while you work... or to hear me fill her?â
Your heart all but stills in your chest. It was one thing to put yourself at Annatarâs mercy, but for him to have Cemebrimbor decide your fate is a turn you had not expected. Perhaps it is only the illusion of control which he offers, a choice he asks Celebrimbor to make only for him to do the opposite instead. Either way, itâs a new flavour of the same addictive torment you have known at his hands, and your heartbeat practically echoes between your legs as you await Celebrimborâs answer.
For his part, the smith seems at an utter loss. He meets Annatarâs expectant gaze, then your pleading one. âBoth,â he confesses in the end. âOnly... might you see to her first? I am quite sated for the moment, and sheâŠâ His eyes drop to your glistening folds. âOh my dearest, look how wet you are.â
He forgets himself for a moment, resting his hand on your thigh. Itâs nice and warm upon your already heated skin, but tenses when Celebrimbor notices Annatar eyeing it with a slightly raised eyebrow. Realizing he had failed to ask for permission, the smith bows his head in apology and begins to retreat.
Annatar, however, lays a hand upon his, keeping it pressed to your skin. He must have deemed, in the end, that the touch was tentative enough to count as a plea for more rather than a claim to it. He meets your gaze with a searching look and, finding nothing but the heat of anticipation there, he slides Celebrimborâs hand further up your thigh, guiding it to the aching flesh between your legs.
A breath escapes Celebrimbor as he feels you intimately. Annatar ensures the tips of the smithâs fingers find your bundle of nerves, and guides them into circling it with torturous slowness before leaving him to carry on with the touch on his own. Your eyes fall shut, relishing the stimulation even as it worsens the emptiness you feel within.
âWet indeed, is she not?â Annatar murmurs. Celebrimbor nods, unable to look away from the sight of your flesh beneath his fingers. Youâve never had two pairs of eyes trained on your exposed sex, drinking it in at the same time, and the rush brought by that fact alone pulls a whimper from you. Celebrimborâs pace increases slightly as your hips chase his touch, but Annatar puts a tempering hand to his. âNot too much,â he instructs. âNot yet.â
Looking down, the sight you find is most frustrating. Annatarâs cock is so close, lying rigid and eager right before your core, yet your cunt weeps helplessly under much too tame a touch. You feel like you might cry if you donât get to come soon, but you remind yourself to breathe and leave yourself to Annatarâs care, knowing his ways will leave you more fulfilled in the end than what you think you need in the heat of passion.
To your partial relief, Annatar takes himself in hand, teasing the tip of his cock at your entrance, below Celebrimborâs fingers. He leans closer, as though he means to kiss your cheek, but before his lips touch your skin, he gives Celebrimbor a meaningful look, tapping a suggestive finger to the side of your neck closest to him. Here.
Celebrimborâs eyes brighten with understanding and eagerness. They both lean in, and then there are two sets of lips, two tongues, wet and warm and soft on the sensitive skin between your neck and both shoulders at once. All whilst Celebrimbor caresses your clit, and Annatar soaks his cockhead through your folds, and you moan as you tremble under their combined attentions.
Then, all at once and at long last, Annatar tightens his hold around your waist, and pulls you onto him. You gasp and mewl, your hand flying to grip Celebrimborâs sleeve as you are finally filled to the brim. Celebrimbor pulls away from your neck to look down, a shuddering breath escaping him at the sight of Annatarâs flesh engulfed by yours. His fingers falter on your clit.
âTell me,â Annatar murmurs in your ear, âis our friend still âquite satedâ?â
You lock eyes with Celebrimbor, then lower them to his crotch. He opens his legs slightly as you reach out to return his intimate touch, and groans as you feel the renewed hardness between them.
âHe is hard, my lord,â you reply, breathless, as Annatar retreats from you enough to watch you fondle Celebrimbor through his clothes for himself. You would like to relieve him, and you wish to begin riding the cock within you more than anything, but you know better than to do either before Annatar has allowed it. Your brow knits in apology as you remove your hand from Celebrimbor. He catches it in his, though he doesnât return it to where he aches most.
âPlease,â he breathes out, gaze shifting between you and Annatar. âWould you...? Could she...? If only for a while?â
Annatar smiles, wickedly. âWeâll see later if she feels inclined to return your generosity. For now, Celebrimbor,â he gently removes the smithâs hand from where it was still working slowly between your legs, âI believe the skills of your fingers are needed elsewhere.â
Celebrimbor deflates somewhat, releasing your hand. But he is no longer a stranger to this game, nor does he question Annatarâs judgment. âYes,â he agrees, shifting in his chair to face the table. âYes, of course.â
âExcellent,â Annatar praises, his voice coated in the sweetest honey. âAs for youâŠâ He takes hold of your chin, turning your head so you meet his gaze. âYou may take your pleasure. Once. Then, you shall lend your talents to the making of the Rings, along with our friend. Under my instruction,â he adds with the kind of gentle firmness only he can manage. You nod at once.
âYes, Lord Annatar,â you promise breathlessly, already beginning to fuck yourself onto him. âOh, thank you.â
He takes on a most humble expression, though you are too busy seeking the right angle at which to ride his cock to notice his carefully crafted façade. âThe pleasure is entirely mine.â
It truly isâfor your pleasure, as well as Celebrimborâs, belongs to him. The smith performs his craft with a faint smile as he listens to your pretty moans, his mind no longer muddled by the toils of the past weeks, both of you trusting blindly in your beloved emissary. And your sweet surrender to his will shall bleed into the Rings through the fingertips with which you bring them into being, and bind them to their Lord all the more closely.
He claims your mouth, your moans melting on his tongue as his cock throbs in pleasure with each eager roll of your hipsâand creation has never tested sweeter, indeed.
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CELEBRIMBOR and ANNATAR in The Rings of Power » 2.03 "The Eagle and the Sceptre"
#the rings of power#tropedit#rings of power#silvergifting#celebrimbor#annatar#sauron#charlie vickers#charles edwards#tvedit#tvgifs#ropedit#theringsofpoweredit#celebrimbor x annatar#annatar x celebrimbor#celebrimbor x sauron#*mine#gifs#trop#s2#2x03#*looks directly into camera*#scheduled#ch: annatar#ch: sauron#ch: celebrimbor
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âLike Morgoth treated meâ so youâre comparing you and Celebrimbor to you and your sugar daddy ok âïž
#I see what youâre doing#rings of power#rings of power season 2#annatar#celebrimbor#morgoth#sauron#sauron x morgoth#annatar x celebrimbor#rop s2 e7#angbang
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Silvergifting + Touch
S1E08 - S1E08 - S2E02 - S2E03 - S2E05 - S2E05 - S2E06 - S2E06 - S2E06 - S2E06 - S2E08 - S2E08
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#sauron#lord of the rings#middle earth#the lord of the rings#the rings of power#trop#annatar#annatar x celebrimbor#sauron x celebrimbor#haladriel#halbrand#galadriel
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Silmarillion nonsense inspired by TLOU memes from @ellliemilller
Featuring art from the talented @sauroff
#the silmarillion#silmarillion textposts#incorrect silmarillion quotes#incorrect lotr#lotr memes#silmarillion memes#maglor#maedhros#annatar#silm memes#silvergifting#silmarillion#annatar x celebrimbor#celebrimbor#russingon#fingon#maedhros x fingon#elrond#gil galad#stupid sexy sauron#sauron#mairon
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Shouldn't he offer him children, too?
#I couldnât stop thinking about this scene so I made gifsâŠ#đ„čđ#trop âs2e6#silvergifting#annatar x celebrimbor#trop s2#trop season 2#the rings of power#annatar#celebrimbor#trop spoilers#trop#gif#my gifs#kasza
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Seven Sentence Sunday
Silvergifting. Celebrimbor kisses Sauron, and Sauron has feelings about it.
Celebrimbor pressed their lips together, and Sauron whimpered, his hand coming up to try and clutch at the leather apron covering soft green robes. The last time anyone had kissed him had been so long ago, but those memories werenât anything he wanted to remember. Not like this, with Celebrimbor being so gentle, coaxing him to return the kiss, to melt into him. Something within him was stirring. That desire to be loved and cherished rising at the ministrations of the smith, treating him like something precious, like one of the jewels they had crafted for the rings. It was foolish to think this way; it only resulted in pain. He pulled back, wincing at the way Celebrimbor chased his lips. âPerhaps,â he whispered, hating the words he was about to say, âwe ought to finish what we started first.â
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I love Sauron being conflicted by feelings for Celebrimbor so much and his plans being foiled by them. And I'll say again, there's something about them that feels like Lokius but in a completely situation.
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Annatar x Celebrimbor
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where are my halbrand!sauron x celebrimbor fics. they were already bonding when he was a human, and that face in the rain is what got him in the door despite promising not to.
#also i think halbrand is better looking than annatar#mairon#sauron#annatar#silvergifting#halbrand#celebrimbor#celebrimbor x annatar#annatar x celebrimbor#halbrand x celebrimbor#halbrand!annatar#halbrand!sauron
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âBut alas, if I have not maintained my victory, it is God's fault for not making man and the devil of equal strength!â â Victor Hugo, The Hunchback of Notre-Dame
Silvergifting x Faust & Mephistopheles, as illustrated by Harry Clarke
it's a while I haven't posted any Tolkien art, so here a Silvergifting piece for spooky month.
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#silmarillion#silmart#tolkienart#silvergifting#sauron#celebrimbor#annatar#annatar x celebrimbor#sauron x celebrimbor#mairon#tyelperinquar#tyelpe#gorthaur#silm art#tolkien#silverfisting#the forging of the rings#tolkien elves#second age#lotr sauron#lord of the rings#lotr art#lotr elves#lotr#middle earth#watercolor#*mine: art
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But your Rings, the Rings of Power, they will be deemed the most precious creations in all of Middle-earth. â ANNATAR and CELEBRIMBOR in The Rings of Power 2.06 "Where is He?"
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what if you were GAY and you found out your BOYFRIEND was LYING to you and he was actually one of the most EVIL people to ever EXIST and he BRAINWASHED everyone to think that YOU were the EVIL one
#I thought this was funny#silvergifting#annatar x celebrimbor#rings of power#rings of power season 2#s2 e7
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Silvergifting - March
Written for my dear reader MoonLord :D (again)
Oh, this one is violent and dark. Please be advised!
Prompts: âLook at me! - Sacrifice - Sworn Enemy
Pairing: Annatar x Celebrimbor
Words: 1015
Warnings: blood, torture, sadness, fear, flaying, mutilation, manipulation, cruelty
âTell me where they are!â Annatar enunciated, a frown forming on his luminous brow.
Something about TyelpĂ«âs face irked him, and it took a moment for him to understand that his former lover looked positively ugly.
Tired, injured, and visibly terrified, Celebrimbor was far from the suave smith and comely cub that had almost managed to capture Annatarâs petrified heart.
His skin was blotchy, and his eyes were bloodshot as he writhed, naked and sweating profusely, against the cold steel that held him.
In many shockingly dispassionate ways, he reminded his finally revealed enemy of the horses the Children rode into battle, and which ran themselves ragged before being âdeliveredâ by a merciful blade.
For darling TyelpĂ«, there would, of course, be no such mercy before heâd not given up the secret he so stubbornly tried to withhold from one immeasurably more powerful and terrible than he could even imagine.
By nature and design, Annatar himself had no notion of uglinessâeven his unchained anger and boundless hatred only gilded him and, if anything, made him even more unbearably, uncannily beautiful.
Indeed, the flush of ire in his cheeks and the flash of calculating disdain in his eyes only heightened his bewitching pulchritude, and this alone seemed to further distress his headstrong captive if his frantic squirming against unbreakable bonds was any indication.
No, the hideousness of rage and fear was something Annatar had learned and studied throughout the ages.
âHey, look at me,â he purred, lifting Celebrimborâs headâlolling feebly to and froâby the deceivingly tender touch of a single finger. âTell me where those silly, inconsequential rings you made, according to my design and thanks to my help, are, and Iâll let you go. We could even try to rekindleâŠâ
His lips curled into a petulant moue of displeasure when Celebrimbor gave a raucous, brittle, distinctly derisive chuckle.
âOr not,â Annatar continued smoothly. âIt doesnât matter. Just tell me where youâve taken them!â
The lightâonce so compellingly bright and pureâwithin the young Elf was failing fast now; already it seemed reduced to a single flickering point of defiance within his otherwise dull gaze, and Annatar gave a long, regretful sigh.
âIâve known your great-grandfather,â he said with an impish smirk. âAnd your grandfatherâŠand FĂ«anĂĄro, of course.â
As he spoke, Annatar let his long, slender fingers touch the steel construction onto which he had affixed Celebrimborâs painfully stretched-out limbs. In honour and mockery of his heritage, Annatarâwho had once been Mairon, The Admirableâhad returned to his own roots and had handcrafted a beautiful eight-pointed star such as the boyâs grandfather had elected as his sigil.
A muted grunt that Annatar could not quite interpret escaped his captive at that.
âLet it sink in,â Annatar purred. âUnderstand who and what I amâwhat Iâve seen, what Iâve done, what terrible and wonderful power I wield!â
Even if the incarnates, quick to forget the lessons their ancestors had carved out of history by blood and suffering, seemingly invariably swallowed his disguise line, hook, and sinker, Annatar remembered everything.
âThere is fire in your blood,â he whispered fervently. âIt has been kindled within your line long before you were even a distant dream.â
Pressing his lips against Celebrimborâs sweat-sheened temple, Annatar let some of that life-giving heat heâd carried within himself since before Arda had been created flow into the otherâs fading being.
âI can keep you alive.â It was a promise. It was a threat. âI know what you need, and I shall give it to you while stripping you of everything else.â
Again, Celebrimbor merely moaned before clamping his pale, bloodless lips shut.
âAs you wishâŠâ
With deliberate, teasing precision, Annatar chose a sharp blade from his collection and made the first cut.
âIâve perfected this technique on your uncle,â he explained cheerily as he splayed a warm, soothing hand against the concave, trembling stomach of his doomed paramour. âHe was also such a sacrificial fool.â
As he meticulously severed ligaments and detached muscles, Annatar let his supreme energy flow in a steady, sustaining stream into Celebrimborâs agonised body.
âHe wouldnât give up his secrets either,â he muttered, still peeved at the recollection of Maedhrosâs laughable obstinacy. âMuch good it did him.â
âHe lived.â
âNot for long.â
Celebrimbor, even as he was divested of his pristine skin piece by piece, had the nerve to utter another guffaw that echoed like a scream through the empty chamber.
âYou know nothing about time,â he ground out. âAnd you shall never learn where the rings are.â
âYouâll die a terrible death,â Annatar prophesied darkly.
The almost pitying gaze the moribund Elf gave him made the unveiled Maia bare his teeth in frustration.
âAnd I thought you knew my family,â Celebrimbor hissed. âAs ever, you overestimate yourself. I am undaunted.â
For a while, Annatar continued his gruesome work in sullen silence. He kept that flayed grotesquery of his own making suspended on the very edge of death as he peeled back the layers of his beloved Tyelpë to reveal his sworn enemy.
That last insult had hit him harder and wounded his pride deeper than heâd anticipated, especially seeing the unequivocal power dynamic in which they presently found themselves.
Despite his instinctive reluctance, Annatar searched his near-perfect memory for hints and clues.
There were many things for which these pesky incarnates would die gladly, and he couldnât decide which one was at stake presently.
Could it be a home Celebrimbor had never really had since leaving the Blessed Realm?
The idea of another lover was so outrageous that Annatar discarded it instantlyâit was inconceivable to him that any other being, no matter how handsome or kind, might have eclipsed him in TyelpĂ«âs affections.
Family. The certainty hit the malicious Maia like his former Masterâs icy breathâif there was one thing that turned even the most loquacious of Elves into unmoving stone, it surely was the safety and happiness of their kin.
âTheyâre all dead,â he spat distractedly.
âWell,â Celebrimbor breathed faintly. âThen the rings are lost, and you shall never retrieve them!â
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@fellowshipofthefics Here's a really dark one one!
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Silvergift being dramatic
#celebrimbor#annatar x celebrimbor#annatar cosplay#annatar#tolkien#lotr#middle earth#lotr cosplay#silmarillion#lotrdaily#the lord of the rings#the lord of the rings cosplay#cosplay#mordor#arda#beleriand#book cosplay
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