#beleg x mablung

[lycheesodas]

ship dynamic 💭💬

[doodlinglisy]

Winter Dance

Mablung and Beleg for @thegreatstrongbow I hope you will like it! Happy Holidays :) @officialtolkiensecretsanta

[polutrope]

Beleg/Mablung with.. *spins wheel* 29, please? I’ve been loving these fics 🥹

Thank you! Always a pleasure to write these two incorrigibly in love warriors for you. From the kiss asks. On AO3.

29. ... as a promise.

The clear tones of trumpets sounded through the camp, rousing the armies of Hithlum and Gondolin and Brethil and Nargothrond—and two warriors of Doriath, who lay not upon cots in domed canvas tents like the other commanders, but side by side on simple bedrolls beneath a sloped canopy of silk. 

Beleg had lain awake for some time before the trumpet call, resting his head upon his bent arm and watching the eastern sky turn from black to silver to pale violet above the looming peaks of Thangorodrim. 

At the trumpet call, Mablung made a rough humming noise in his throat, then rolled his head to the side. 

“A fine day for overthrowing a god,” he said. 

Beleg turned to him. The quirk of his beloved’s lips could not hide the worry swimming in his eyes. 

“You still doubt that we will,” Beleg said.

Mablung sighed, revealing a rare vulnerability that swelled Beleg’s heart with affection. Though they had arrived late and unlooked for, King Fingon had honoured them by giving each a battalion of his own to command.

It meant that they would be fighting far from each other on the field of battle. 

“Not even on Amon Ereb did I have such misgivings,” Mablung murmured.

“I would think you a fool if you did not have misgivings about such a bold assault.” Beleg rolled onto his side. “But however the battle fares, I promise you that one way or another we will leave it together.”

Before Mablung’s smirk at his sentimentality could fully form, Beleg took him into a firm kiss. He would not release him until he’d felt the last taut threads of tension in his lover’s body fully unravel. The mustering of their troops would have to wait.

[onthesandsofdreams]

The Captains [13/?]

Pairing: Beleg x Mablung Summary: "Your heartbeat is very loud." Words: 269 Notes: A series of short (100 to 500 words) stories Tagging: @lycheesodas​

Read @ AO3

Beleg and Mablung were laying together in the grass beneath the stars. A quiet moment for them. One of those rare moments where they could be found in the same place at the same time.

Beleg had rested his head on Mablung's chest, closing his eyes and letting the strong heartbeat lull him. "Your heartbeat is very loud."

"Is it?" Mablung asked him.

"Yes." Beleg replied. "But I like it. It makes this moment all the more real. A reminder of your solid presence. It's nice."

Mablung smiled, even if Beleg could not see him do so. "It might also be because I am happy. Content in a way I had not been in a very long while."

"Truly? How so?"

"Because you are here. Because you are with me."

Mablung's words were spoken in a tone so soft, that had Beleg not been an elf and his hearing not been as sharp as it was, he would have missed it. But he did not missed the way Mablung's heart sped up, and that gave him the meaning behind his longtime friend's words. He smiled. "I am content too, here, by your side Mablung. You make me happy."

"And you make me happy, Beleg. Because I have fallen in love with you. And being away from you is... hard. I understand our duties to Doriath, its people and our monarchs, but I am greedy and I wish I did not have to part from you."

Beleg smiled, "And I have fallen for you also, Mablung. And I want you to know that you have my heart and soul. Forever."

[batsyforyou]

A Wild Puddle Encounter!

Tags: Puddles, water

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

Taglist: @asianbutnotjapanese

Would lift you over the puddle, help you over 

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

Would walk through the puddle and tease you about avoiding it 

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

Would purposely splash the puddle 

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

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

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

Would avoid it, walk around

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

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

Sauron, Feren, Gildor, Namo, Haldir, 

Could not care it exists and walks straight through 

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

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

Lindir, Turgon, Caranthir, Elrohir 

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

Elladan, Amras, Amrod, (me)

Would challenge it to a fight Pokémon style 

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

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[velvet4510]

Just need to throw it out there that Nienor/Mablung is such an underrated ship.

The idea that both of the Children of Húrin (who survived into adulthood) fell in love with Elves from whom they inevitably would’ve been sundered anyway because of their different fates, but were both robbed of the chance of an ephemeral but happy and beautiful lifetime with their loves that they could’ve had, because of that curse of Morgoth’s that led Glaurung to erase their memories of their lovers, and thus, having forgotten their soulmates (and in essence themselves) they hooked up with each other… and then only remembered their true loves when it was far too late…

Like … that is a whole other level of tragedy.

[melpomaen]

I love C+Cing the WWElves but I do think we are underutilizing using Pretty Deadly jpegs like dolls to meme Beleg & Mablung

Hear me out: Beleg and Mablung in PD costumes series but in Beleg is still always in his red ass shoes. Do you see my vision?

[trecciolinoooooo]

some days ago I was in a videocall with my dear friend Morgan and we found out we both completely forgot that Beleg fought in the Nirnaeth

he started telling ne that since Beleg and Mablung came back to Doriath, if the whole Doriath had stopped obey Thingol and had fought not only they would have won but also Melian would defeat Melkor alone since she is Luthien's mother and Luthien trolled Melkor so bad

I just thought that Hurin too was in the Nirnaeth with Beleg so if he likes his son why shouldn't he like his father too? (we laughed for like 10 minutes)

[thegreatstrongbow]

To that chase went Huan the Hound of Valinor, and Mablung of the Heavy Hand, and Beleg Strongbow ... when they looked upon what was done they cast aside their spears and wept.

X

[beyond-far-horizons]

Hey, I'm always on the lookout for sfw and non-slash-focused Tolkien blogs because they're unfortunately all too few, so your pinned post really made me hope I found another one - you do say you occasionally reblog explicit fics though, do you tag them?

Sorry if this is a weird question 😕

@marietheran  Thank you for getting in touch. It's always great to connect with a fellow fan that looks like they share your views/way of appreciation regarding a beloved story.

No offense to anyone else on here, but yes, I too find the 'tumblrisation' of Tolkien's works difficult to deal with/interact with. There are some amazing fanworks, but mostly the way the majority on here filter the Legendarium through their modern lenses and shipping goggles (while understandable) is a total turn off to me. I try not to engage mostly as I loathe gatekeeping and fandom-fighting so I try not to neg people the way I wouldn't want to be negged. Which is why I won't tag this post in the main tags this time - too much scope for drama and backlash!

To answer your questions (no harm in asking at all - I too try and be careful who I follow because I'm very sensitive about what I see too), allow me to clarify. It depends what you consider NFSW of course, but generally anything that I see as being a bit risque I tag. Obviously, my views on that and yours may differ. I try to tag everything I post so people can filter regardless of what it is, but I don't always tag a pairing or a fandom if I'm venting because that would be rude and I don't want to get hassle from fans. That point about explicit fanfics on my pinned post was in case I wrote anything myself. In fact, I don't think I've ever posted anything most people on here would consider explicit - I feel quite awkward about that stuff myself! Not to be a prude and each to their own, but I also loathe a lot of the explicit stories and reader fics on here. I wouldn't reblog them I don't think. But yes, anything x-rated I would tag. I also would tag on the rare occasions I might reblog say a femslash pairing or something. You may also wish to filter some of my JJK stuff as some of that could be a polyship/OT3.

Regarding Tolkien, I have adored the Legendarium for 25+ years, ever since I was a child. The Silmarillion is one of my all time favourite books as is LOTR. I tend to return to my perennial hyperfixation yearly, but I do post about a lot of other things - mainly SF/F and nature pictures. Tolkien, as one of my all time loves and a childhood fandom (plus the way it's written and his own views) means I tend to engage with it mainly as it was written. Meaning I don't really like modern interpretations of it, lots of different types of shipping etc in the way I might do of something like say...an anime I just got into. So I think you might align with me on that. The only thing you might not like is the fact that Melkor is my favourite Tolkien character even though I deplore his actions. I find him such a fascinating character in various ways. Also I'm a person of faith too, although not via organised religions...I love the deep metaphysical aspects of the Legendarium, even though I can be a little critical of Eru and the Valar's actions at times. I also love all of Tolkien's ladies, Fingon, Finrod, Feanor (again deplore his actions), Maedhros, Varda, Nienna, Aule, Manwe (sometimes when he isn't playing faves with the Elves), Beleg, Mablung, Gandalf, Celebrimbor, Aegnor (love him and Andreth), Gimli and so on... If canon mentions the characters are family and/or friends I don't ship them and generally get irate when I see this in the fandom (although, you know, sigh, ship and let ship and so on...). The only non-canon ships I have a soft spot for are Melkor x Varda (I do see it as canon unrequited and more in a Timeless Halls/metaphysical way, although I also love Manwe x Varda obviously), Finrod and Andreth (although I love Andreth x Aegnor and love Finrod and her being friends) and Caranthir and Haleth. Also, I'm very much a fan of platonic relationships across fandoms, but especially in Tolkien where they are so beautifully and at times intensely portrayed.

I think that's it! Apologies for Wall of Text TM!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Soulmate & Kiss - Beleg & Mablung

Dear @lycheesodas, long time no see...Nevertheless, I wanted you to know that I think of you often.

Have a little slice of Beleg x Mablung. Lots of love from me!

And that concludes February. A warm thank you to @cilil and @fellowshipofthefics for the amazing prompt lists. It was such fun to write for them!

Words: 1 060

Characters: Beleg x Mablung

Warnings: /

Beleg shifted his weight noiselessly, hoping that the thus produced slight dissonance in the melodious rustling of the leaves would not alert Mablung to his presence.

He was a man of action, everybody knew that, but—at times—he liked to simply lay still against the warm, fertile soil or cradled in the spindly arms of an old tree and soak up the peaceful atmosphere of this blessed forest.

If, by chance, Mablung appeared, doing his daily rounds, Beleg considered that a welcome blessing rather than the expected result of his meticulous, cunning planning.

In his heart of hearts, he was convinced that the stern, taciturn Marchwarden with the radiant smile had been made for him, and he was pursuing his laughably idealistic goal of romantic bliss with devoted, patient determination, seeing and interpreting portents doggedly.

To his profound sorrow, Mablung seemed perfectly oblivious to the immense happiness they could find together, though, and so—as a trained warrior and despite his own mounting impatience—Beleg had decided that he could and would bide his time.

The wind was singing a wistful, longing song that made Beleg’s heart ache with yearning as Mablung looked so utterly kissable as he tilted up his face, eyelids fluttering, as if to investigate an incongruous scent in the air.

In Beleg’s mind, a scene took shape against his will; if he were to leap from his hiding place, he might startle Mablung enough to move in and press a coy kiss onto that pensively puckered mouth.

At once, he discarded that errant thought—his colleague and friend was far too skilled a fighter not to grievously wound anyone who tried to ambush him thus.

Suppressing a whistling sigh, heavy with unspoken desires and dreams, Beleg pressed his cheek against the rough bark of the tree branch and just watched.

For now, it would have to suffice to bathe in Mablung’s noble pulchritude without being espied himself. Mayhap, the day would come when those strong arms and cool lips would be his to claim, but it was far away yet, and Beleg cautioned himself against ruining his most cherished hope by rash, imprudent actions he’d certainly regret.

Still, the forest around him whispered of scenarios so heartbreaking and devastating in their unobtainable perfection that Beleg had to grind his lips to the back of his hand lest he let slip a treacherous whimper—by now, it would indeed have been exceedingly difficult and unbearably embarrassing to explain his spying if he were to be caught by the object of his clandestine longing.

As ever, his boundless enthusiasm and unshakeable faith had led him into a situation from which he wouldn’t be able to untangle himself without great cost to his dignity and pride. Thankfully for Beleg, his heart was strong and undaunted, and so he did not resent his present discomfort if it ultimately would bring him closer to the fulfilment of all his dreams and fantasies.

Mablung’s soul blossomed into light which was translated by nought but the slightest of twitches rippling across his sensual lips.

He had grown up in this forest, and he could feel every tremulous thread of energy running like invisible rivers through it; consequently, he was eminently aware of Beleg’s presence.

He always was.

Evidently, he would never have been presumptuous enough to expect Beleg to reciprocate the deep, often painful feeling of belonging to another that beleaguered Mablung’s soul. After all, Beleg was a creature of light and joy—he was loved by every living thing he touched, and thus, one could not demand that he keep track of all those connections and bonds that tethered them to his radiance.

Mablung, on the other hand, had the deplorable tendency to overthink his every interaction. Try as he might, he’d not yet found a way to undo or alleviate the gravitational pull that chained him to Beleg in mysterious and not entirely comfortable ways.

Of course, they had known each other for so long, relying on one another in battle and peace alike, that it was hardly surprising that Mablung would be able to pick out the delicate, delightful embroidery of Beleg’s breathing and the smell of his skin from the ever-changing tapestry of the woods.

In the privacy of his own mind, Mablung nevertheless admitted that part of his being might well be seeking these tell-tale signs indefatigably, and he wondered why his friend had not made himself known.

At once, a cold shiver lanced through his heart. Had he displeased Beleg? Mablung was no fool—he knew that he was far from the most winning or engaging of comrades at times, but he had hitherto firmly believed that Beleg was inordinately fond of him.

Had he been mistaken? Had he let himself be blinded and deceived by his shameful, deep-seated hopes and wishes?

Still, he could feel the beckoning call of Beleg’s alluring presence thrum through every fibre of his being, and—no longer able to walk on in sullen silence as if he truly believed himself to be unobserved—he lifted his eyes to the tuft of dense foliage overhead within which he reckoned his friend to be hidden.

As soon as his eyes met that bright, open gaze, flashing like stars from behind lush, green leaves and shapely branches, Mablung threw himself into an impassionate apology, pleading fervently with the slack-jawed beauty to forgive him for whatever trespass of which he judged his devoted friend guilty.

“Oh, you sweet fool!” Beleg exclaimed as he gracefully leapt from his perch to throw his arms around Mablung’s torso in a shameless burst of affection. “I was merely admiring you—I imagined myself to be safe and unnoticed, which was plainly conjecture and delusion.”

Pride and embarrassment oozed from his melodious voice, and Mablung flushed upon hearing so candid a confession.

“You always frown at me so fiercely that I feel quite foolish,” Beleg went on and, placing his hands on Mablung’s shoulders, pulled himself up along that unyielding, paralysed body to reap that kiss he had fantasised about so often. “You darling dimwit,” he cooed. “I am not in the least angry at you!”

“So I surmise,” Mablung mumbled, dazed and delighted beyond words by the sensation of that silken slide of fragrant heat that made the breath stutter and falter in his tight chest. “Prove it!”

@fellowshipofthefics that's it for this month from me!

Thank you for all the support and love!

Lots of love and well-wishes!

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[lamemaster]

Guard the Oak

Request: I would like to request Mablung for 'Spin The Wheel ' event. 🌹🥺

Pairing: Malbung x Reader

Genre: Prison au

AN: Annon thanks for requesting! ISTG Beleg won't leave me alone today. I hope you enjoy this (What in the Hell is Happening Event)

"Not that I mind," you spoke into the silent company of the most handsome elves you'd ever seen. "But these bindings are a bit too tight, even for my twisted tastes."

They looked back at you, confusion etched on their beautiful faces. Your attempt at humor, laced with a hint of nervousness, seemed to fly right over their heads. Very silvery, well-braided heads, you noted, trying to distract yourself from the uncomfortable tightness of the ropes.

The most captivating of them all was their magnificent Captain, or whatever his title was – something your mangled Elvish failed to accurately translate. He exuded an aura of authority, his gaze sharp and assessing.  The other Elf beside you, perhaps another captain of some sort, seemed slightly less intimidating.

"A bit excessive, isn't it?" you decided to try striking up a conversation, piecing together whatever Elvish phrases you could remember. "Two captains for a petty theft?"

"He's a Captain," the one you presumed to be less high-ranking, Beleg, pointed towards the other Elf, "I am a Marchwarden." Not that the distinction held much meaning to you at the moment.

"As for the theft," he continued, his voice low and melodic, "felling trees from our sacred woods is hardly a 'little' thing."  His smile faded, replaced by a seriousness that mirrored the Captain's.

You winced internally. 

“It‘s just trees.” You shrug "They grow back, right? They're made to be used."

Malbung scoffed, a sound that surprised you coming from his usually stoic face. And then he proceeded to rock your world by replying in perfect Westeros, "Then that must justify every ill action of evil. For men are birthed to die."

Your jaw dropped. This uptight Elf not only understood your mangled Elvish, but he spoke Westron fluently as well?  "Ha!" you finally managed, a surprised laugh escaping your lips. "So the Elf speaks the tongue of Men. And speaks it well enough to compare us to trees!"

"I wouldn't dare wrong trees like that," he replied smoothly, his expression unreadable. As if on cue, a branch snagged on the elaborate braid in his hair, tugging playfully. For a split second, a look of exasperation flickered in his eyes before he schooled his features back into their usual stoicism.

"Pfft," you broke out in laughter. "I would be concerned if orcs started making furniture out of men." Your laughter echoed through the clearing, bouncing off the ancient trees. 

Beleg, next to you, seemed most put off by the Men as furniture comment. He shifted uncomfortably, his brow furrowing.

"So you are a woodworker?" he asked tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smirked at your own immature glee. "You could say that."

Malbung watched as you settled in your cell, humming a tune that was more cheerful than the situation warranted. You'd managed to barter your way down from imprisonment to a week of– planting saplings to replace the "borrowed" branches. It wasn't ideal, but it beat a cold stone floor.

"A week for a majestic oak," Malbung declared, a hint of amusement in his voice despite himself.

"And will you be overseeing the punishment, Captain?" you asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"Yes," he replied, his gaze meeting yours for a beat longer than necessary.

You leaned forward, a playful glint in your eyes. "Then we shall see each other more often than a week. For I am quite fond of 'borrowing' oaks, especially the ones with captivating Elven captains guarding them."

[sashaofravenlock]

Continued from X

@thegreatstrongbow

Send “a little close” for our muses to get stuck in a small space together

“I think we are stuck.” It was really a mistake to get her to follow him into the little niche – the perfect hiding place for a game of hide and seek, especially it was against Mablung. Sasha had gone first, smaller than him, and Beleg second. But his foot had slipped, and it was now wedged tightly in a gap in the stone, trapping them both.

“I can’t get my foot out. Fuck.” He squirmed, but it did not help. “Is this a bad time to admit I am claustrophobic?”

“What do you mean we’re stuck?” Panic edged her voice as she wiggled in the tight space beneath him, her body already trembling as she looked up and saw nothing but rock and Beleg. Why had she agreed to leave the kingdom or play a game in the forest? Obviously she was just going to ruin it for them all.

“Maybe I can help pull it out?” Sasha tried to reach for his foot but her fingertips only grazed his ankle. “Do you think Mablung will find us soon?”

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Tag Directory: Tolkien

The Silmarillion

Feanor | Nerdanel | Maedhros | Maglor | Celegorm | Caranthir | Curufin | Celebrimbor | Fingolfin | Fingon | Turgon | Aredhel | Maeglin | Glorfindel | Ecthelion | Rog | Idril Celebrindal | Elenwe | Tuor | Eol | Hador | Hurin

Finarfin | Finrod Felagund | Aegnor | Angrod | Findulas | Turin Turambar | Beleg Cuthalion | Mablung | Luthien Tinuviel | Beren Erchamion | Earendil | Elwing | Elros Tar Minyatur | Erenion Gil-Galad | Andreth Saelind | Haleth | Mairon/Annatar/Sauron

The Lord of The Rings

Aragorn Elessar | Legolas Greenleaf | Gilmi | Boromir | Samwise Gamgee | Frodo Baggins | Gandalf the Grey | Eowyn | Eomer Eadig | Arwen Undomiel | Elrond Peredhel | Galadriel

The Hobbit

Thorin Oakenshield | Bilbo Baggins | Kili | Fili | Thranduil Oropherion

Pairings

Maedhros x Fingon | Glorfindel x Ecthelion | Celebrimbor x Annatar

Other Media

Fanart

[batsyforyou]

Mablung General Headcanons

Tags: Alluded to NSFW at the very end, character description, can’t imagine any other tag

Pairing: Mablung x reader 

Author’s Note: If y’all know the canon appearance for this elf please let me know, I could not find it to save my life. 

Context

a captain and marchwarden servant to King Elu Thingol of Doriath. 

Was one of the great captains of the Sindar along with Beleg Cúthalion/Strongbow. It isn't unusual to see him with Beleg when outside Doriath

Acts like an advisor when in the city

Appearance 

Waist length dark brown hair with bangs

Gray eyes

Dressed in fine robes and tunics 

Long butterfly lashes

Strong jaw and nose

side note: (Adam's apple on men is really attractive, for whatever reason, but the idea of the elves with Adam's apple is even hotter in my brian. Don’t ask me why I have no clue it's literally the most basic thing lol.)

 Ideas

Mablung is the type to doubt and hesitate over the idea of getting involved in mortal and elf relationships 

So he’ll be kind and respectful towards you but watch from afar 

Will be your friend and help you anyway way he can if you talk to him honestly about things

Honesty and truth is super important to him 

So he hates liars 

If he catches you in a lie just know that whatever trust you built was just shattered by a sonic wave from Black Canary in DC

He will hesitate to trust you again mostly because he feels very betrayed 

Major sweet tooth but will die before he admits it 

Is a true romantic at heart

Is the kind of person to glare down at you and say “Behave yourself” with an added term of endearment or not 

Is definitely the mom friend, packs for everything and gives it he all 

Is a perfectionist and feels terrible when he fails to do something 

Takes full responsibility for everything he does 

Favorite color is the deep blue of the sky

Hobbies

He reads like a lot 

His guilty pleasure is to go out and find stories from the world of men 

Mostly because elves don’t have fiction stories they only do nonfiction 

He loves the steamy romance stories and mysteries 

Hunts with the others 

And trains often with Beleg and later Túrin

Relationship 

Is for sure the type to worship the ground you walk on 

Insists on putting your shoes on the mornings so he can kiss your ankles

And loves taking them off for you at night. 

Doesn’t matter if you complain that your feet are sweaty and smell gross he’ll rub them anyway

Kisses your hand everytime he sees you in public 

When at home he comes up behind you and will either wrap his arms around your waist, grip your hips in his hands, rubs your shoulders, or kiss your temple 

I’d say his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation 

Is constantly praising you over the simplest of things

You fall first he falls much much harder 

In the beginning he can't bring himself to accept it

Is the King of living in Denial River

And will kinda break away from you some without realizing it 

He takes the mortal x immortal thing very seriously and is grieving your loss before you even die

“Do you love me?” (Reader)

"Yes, and it's killing me." (Mablung)

“. . . Why?” 

“Because I can’t keep you.”

You’ll have to remind him that your not dead yet and can live a happy, while short, life with him

He finds worth in your love and value in your life

If you say something to him expect his ears to be perked and listening

In the beginning when seeking counsel from his friends about his feelings he does let some of the negative responses get it him 

But after he decides he can’t live without you it doesn’t matter what the others have said 

Your his and he is yours and he will die beside you so he can be buried with you

Is a dominant personality but like a gentleman's dominance if that makes sense? 

Adores cuddles but craves to have you in his lap while he reads 

He loves it both for naughty reasons and innocent reasons

Loves to lay in your lap while on the couch 

Specificity love it when he can push his face into your thighs and just chill with your fingers running through his hair 

Would love to have three children some day adopted or not 

Overall I think Mablung is a genuinely cool character

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[velvet4510]

Yes, Nienor & Mablung were an item before Glaurung came along. Fight me. Both the children of Húrin having star-crossed romances with marchwardens of Doriath? Delicious.