#beleg x reader

[doodle-pops]

Making You Flustered | House of Elrond + Doriath

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elrond

Elrond loved the way your cheeks reddened whenever he leaned in close, pretending to inspect something trivial like the way you held your quill, the angle of your wrist when writing or the book you were reading. He didn’t need to be that close; it was entirely unnecessary, but it was a game he played. His subtle touches—like brushing a strand of hair behind your ear or gently resting a hand on your shoulder while standing far too near—always sent your heart racing.

He’d feign innocence, his expression neutral, but there was always the smallest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. You’d catch him watching you from across the room, his gaze steady, knowing exactly how to get under your skin without saying a word. And each time, your flustered state only encouraged him more, making it a quiet, unspoken routine between you.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Erestor

Erestor had a knack for subtle teasing, and he enjoyed catching you off guard when you least expected it. He’d always find some excuse to lean over your shoulder while you were reading or reviewing documents, his breath warm against your ear as he pointed out something in the text. “You missed a spot,” he’d murmur, knowing full well that you hadn’t.

His words weren’t the issue—it was the closeness, the sudden proximity that left you stammering. He’d always move away before you could form a coherent reply, leaving you blinking and embarrassed as he returned to his desk, the faintest glimmer of amusement on his otherwise serious face. There was something undeniably satisfying to him about the way you’d blush, the way your composure crumbled so easily with just a word or a glance.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elrohir

Elrohir had an easygoing charm that made it impossible to stay calm around him. He’d casually drape an arm around your shoulder as though it were the most natural thing in the world, pulling you close without any warning. The act itself wasn’t dramatic, but it was the way he’d grin down at you, entirely aware of how flustered it made you, that sent your heart racing.

He knew how to push your buttons—whether it was sitting a little too close, brushing his hand against yours, or teasing you with playful comments that left your face burning. When you tried to brush it off or roll your eyes, he’d only laugh, thoroughly amused by your reactions. He thrived on the tension, enjoying the way you squirmed under his teasing attention.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elladan

Elladan wasn’t as subtle as his brother, but that didn’t make him any less skilled at making you blush. He’d purposely interrupt you during the most mundane moments, pulling you into a sudden embrace, playfully spinning you around when no one was looking or pulling you onto his lap when you wanted to sit.

His actions always left you at a loss for words. He’d compliment you out of nowhere, his tone so sincere and his gaze so intense that you couldn’t help but blush under the weight of it. And when you tried to respond, fumbling with your words, he’d just laugh, clearly enjoying how easily he could make you lose your cool.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Thingol

Thingol was subtle in his approach, but his regal demeanour made every glance and gesture more intense. He enjoyed making you flustered during council meetings or formal gatherings, catching your gaze with a lingering look from across the room, his eyes gleaming with amusement. When he spoke to you, his voice was always low and velvety, forcing you to lean in just to hear him, which only made your heart beat faster.

He had a way of standing too close without it being obvious, his presence overwhelming as you tried to maintain your composure. It was in the way his fingers brushed yours when handing you a scroll or the way he’d let his gaze linger a moment too long—leaving you flustered and trying to recover while he carried on with his usual grace.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Beleg

Beleg had a playful side, and he loved to make you flustered during training or casual moments in the woods. He’d catch you off guard with a sudden tap on the shoulder or an unexpected, playful nudge while walking side by side. When you trained together, he’d close the distance during sparring, moving far too close under the guise of “demonstrating” a move, his smirk betraying his true intent.

You’d try to maintain focus, but the warmth of his body so near always made your mind go blank. He’d laugh when you faltered, knowing exactly what he was doing. He liked to tease, asking if you were distracted or if you needed him to demonstrate again, fully aware of the effect he had on you. His teasing was lighthearted, but it always left you feeling completely off-balance.

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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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[mur4sak1]

Elves with an insecure reader (part 2)

For the previous part click here -> Part 1

Characters: Rog, Celegorm, Argon, Beleg

Rog: Rog is an elf accustomed to strength, action and determination. He's not someone who shows his feelings easily, and he's certainly not adept at dealing with the emotions of others. So when they start showing signs of your insecurities, he would have a really hard time understanding how to deal with the situation. He would notice your sadness or hesitation, but his first reaction would be a mix of frustration and confusion. “Why do you let these things get you down?” he could ask you, but he would do it with a direct and somewhat abrupt tone that could hurt you... he wouldn't do it on purpose, but because he really wouldn't understand it. At the beginning it was a burden for him, he ignored your feelings thinking that the best way to deal with something was to move forward without thinking too much, a bit like what happened in battle... Rog had grown up like this; life in the forges was fast, difficult and independent, you couldn't count on anyone but yourself and to survive it was necessary to gain strength, eliminating your weaknesses before they affected you. When he noticed that you were sad or unsure, he would just stay silent, almost hoping that you would get over it on your own. He was the type to offer you practical solutions, rather than attentive listening: “Why do you worry about this? There is always a way to improve.” However, with time you would realize that your doubts and insecurities are not something that can be solved with a simple strategy. Unfortunately, after hundreds of years in which his empathy had been forcibly suppressed, he no longer knew how to bring it back to the surface. So he would still not do anything in particular to address your problems, but he would definitely no longer belittle you like he did in the beginning. He would have understood that everyone fights their battles differently and that not everyone is strong in the same way. For him, accepting your fears and fragilities meant respecting your individuality, recognizing that your way of dealing with it was as valid as his. He would never again tell you that your emotions were "weaknesses" or that you should simply ignore them, because he would understand that his role was not to change you, but to protect and support you. It was precisely the thousand emotions that you were able to express without fear that made him fall in love, and he felt stupid for having forgotten it and trying to make you become cold like him. And if one of those difficult days he didn't have time to dedicate to you due to his work, he would head towards the door of your room as always. Before leaving, however, he would turn towards you and give you a kind and almost imperceptible smile, to let you know that he had noticed your mood. That simple gesture, would be his way of telling you that, even if he had to leave, you were never alone. So, despite not knowing how to help you directly, he would have chosen to be your refuge, accepting every part of you without any judgement, because for him your strength was precisely that ability to be authentic even in your insecurities.

Celegorm: Come on guys, feeling insecure with Celegorm would be the order of the day. His reputation as a "Don Juan" is known throughout the territory and before starting a courtship with you he used to conquer and deceive many women of all races; consequently his romantic experiences were numerous and very different form each other. You knew very well that he had never been as serious with anyone as he was with you, but you still felt you had some shortcomings, both on an aesthetic level and in… skills. You often found yourself spending whole nights thinking about how many adventures your loved one had been through and how he must have been with someone more beautiful than you, bursting into tears and thinking about how you could improve yourself. To make matters worse, Celegorm received advances when you were in public. Even though your engagement was official, there were quite a few women who didn't care and, driven by pure and blind selfishness, showed off their every talent to the blond elf to attract his attention, even when you were at his side. The nature of the son of Feanor, however, was the same: he loved to be worshiped, to see women writhing with the desire to be possessed by him, so he rarely turned around and pretended nothing had happened. Until… One day it was too much for you... you were walking through the market when a beautiful elf approached and started hitting on the blond, completely ignoring you. With winking glances and seductive words, he did everything to attract his attention and Celegorm, as usual, responded with a pleased smile and amused by the situation. At one point, the elf turned to you, with a contemptuous sneer: "You should dump an insecure crybaby like her. She cries because she knows she's not good enough for you." Celegorm didn't immediately notice your tears, but when he turned and saw your face marked by pain, he was surprised. You ran away, unable to hold back your tears. You had never allowed yourself to cry in front of him, you didn't want him to consider you weak or even see you as one of those girls who complained about everything, so you had always swallowed and moved on. This time, however, you had collapsed... hearing another woman who should only support you and give you strength to create self-confidence, demean you in that way had destroyed you. Celegorm followed you, but it took a while for him to reach you due to the crowd. "Why did you run away?" he asked, still unaware of his behavior. With a tearful voice, you explained to him how inadequate you felt and how his interactions with other women made you feel small. Those words hit Celegorm like an arrow. For the first time, he realized that he was losing you because of his pride. It was on that occasion that he confided in you the reason why he had chosen you among all the women he could have had: "I chose you because you are the only one who sees beyond my name and my lineage. You are the only one who has had the courage to love me for who I really am and not for being the son of a king... Without you, everything else has no value.”

Argon: Being very young as an elf, it is very likely that you were his first acquaintance. It wasn't common among elves to have many serious partners in their lifetime, but that didn't stop some of them from having fun and gaining experience if they wanted to. However, Argon's introverted and apathetic character worked in your favor, ensuring that you had a serious and reliable person at your side. However, the same thing could not be said regarding the compatibility of your characters. Compared to him (not that it needed much), you were much more sociable, and you tried to express your emotions as often as possible to make others understand who you were. This aspect, combined with Argon's lack of relational experience, created quite a few communication problems between you. Situations where you, due to your personal insecurities, were sad or even burst into tears were very common; you felt incomplete, inferior, as if what you were wasn't enough to make you worthy of being among other people, and whenever this happened, Argon was really in difficulty, he didn't know how to treat you! His brother Fingon advised him to do something concrete towards you and not to behave in a distant way as he had always done in the family, to get closer to you and do something to make you stop suffering, but this was in strong contrast with the nature of Argon. He was afraid of being intrusive if he got closer, but at the same time he didn't want to seem indifferent to your pain. For this reason his reactions were often antithetical to the previous ones: once he tried to take your hand, another time he improvised an unsuccessful motivational speech, another time he even retrieved a bouquet of withered flowers from the field near the castle. However, over time, Argon began to understand that he didn't need perfect words or elaborate gestures to make you feel loved. All those deeds had one lack in common, namely presence; although the dark-haired man's gestures were designed to make you feel loved, there was a lack of involvement, there was a lack of desire on his part to understand what the pain was and the mistake of just trying to make you feel better without solving it. He realized that sometimes the best thing he could do was simply be there. Even as uncertainty gripped him, he learned to sit beside you in silence, offering his presence to you as an anchor of tranquility amid the storm of your emotions. Gradually, Argon understood that, although he was different from you, he could be a valuable support precisely because his calm and measured approach were a reassuring contrast to your emotionality.

Beleg: Beleg is a very patient and persevering elf, a skilled hunter who knows the wild nature and depths of the forests. This close contact with an extremely chaotic and changing world allowed him to cultivate a great gift: listening. In fact, unlike many other warrior elves, he has a more empathetic and caring soul, and it is precisely this that would make him particularly sensitive to your insecurities. When Beleg would notice your moments of insecurity, he would never try to force a solution or downplay your feelings. He would never be abrupt or hasty; rather than directly telling you what to do or how to feel, he would sit next to you, listening carefully and without interrupting, allowing you to vent without judgment. He won't try to tell you that you're wrong or that you should feel differently; instead, he will tell you stories of the forest, of how even the tallest and strongest trees were once fragile and uncertain sprouts, and how they had to face storms and hardships to become what they are now. Through these stories, he would help yourself to see these challenges in a different light, as part of your growth and your journey, making you understand that your strength also lies in your ability to face difficulty. Beleg would always find little ways to make you smile or distract you. He might take you into the woods, show you a hidden path, or teach you how to shoot with a bow, telling you how important it is to be patient with yourself, just like when learning to draw an arrow. You need to analyze the wind, what will be its direction, the force with which to shoot it, any obstacles and many other aspects. It's not easy to learn, it takes time, and the same goes for your difficulties. It would be paradoxical to already know how to deal with a problem (otherwise it wouldn't be called that), and it hurt him to see how much you blamed yourself for not being able to be as you would like. This is why he very often tried to include them in your life like something normal. He wouldn't do it to push you to be stronger, but to make you understand that you shouldn't get down like that, because you have plenty of time to find your way.

[lamemaster]

Elves with morosexual tendencies

AN: Random af idea. Sorry Nerdanel but I cannot resist writng Feanor with this one.

Genre: Fluff

Maedhros✋🏻:

Let's just say elder brother tendencies tend to carry on to other aspects of life. Specifically, when he sees you struggling with "deteriat" for the fifth time. Maedhros stifles a smile, the memory of your early love letters flashing in his mind.

He could still recall the scandalized heat that rose to his cheeks when one enthusiastic letter declared "coitus welcome" instead of "courteous welcome." Another endearing misspelling had him picturing you at court, charming dignitaries as a "courtesan" instead of a "courtier."

"Hey! It's not my fault that your world doesn't offer autocorrect," you mumble, your brow furrowed as you return your attention to the report – a rather dry document on trade routes that desperately needed a touch of your usual spark.

"My love, I am your autocorrect," Maedhros chuckles, his amusement evident as he plops down next to you. He reaches over, gently taking the parchment and circling the misspelled word. "It's 'deteriorate,'" he writes with a flourish, the familiar fondness warming his gaze as he watches you pout playfully.

🌲Beleg🌲:

He is no stranger to this special brand of humans. Turin Turumbar was a handful, but you... you were a different kind of chaos. Beleg blinked, taking in the scene before him. The door to your shared home lay in splinters on the floor, a gaping hole now marking the entrance.

"You did what?" he finally managed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and weary amusement. You stood there, a sheepish grin plastered on your face, your hands twisted together in a nervous knot.

"Listen!" you began, your voice taking on a frantic edge. "The door wouldn't open, and the baker was just leaving these incredibly heavy rolls, and I—"

"And you decided the best course of action was to batter it down?" Beleg interjected, his eyebrow raised. "Because apparently, pulling is a concept that eludes some humans."

"Well, it wouldn't budge!" you protested. "And I needed the rolls for lunch! Besides, I thought perhaps it was just slightly jammed."

Beleg sighed, shaking his head. Maybe living with a human wasn't such a bad idea after all. It certainly kept things interesting. He grabbed a nearby broom and gestured towards the splintered remains of the door.

🔥Feanor🔥:

"We cannot use flamethrowers to melt driveway snow," Feanor declared, his voice laced with a barely contained fury. A vein pulsed ominously in his temple, and his normally fiery eyes seemed to crackle with indignation.

You, however, remained undeterred. "Why not?" you countered, tilting your head in innocent curiosity. "It will get the job done quickly and efficiently."

"And burn the house down in the process?" Feanor retorted, his voice rising in disbelief. Had you truly lost all sense of reason?

"But Feanor," you persisted, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "think of the time we'll save! Plus, the dramatic exit the melted snow will make leading right down to the street? Unforgettable!"

Just then, a curtain twitched across the street, and a bewildered neighbor peeked out their window. "Is everything alright over there? We saw sparks!" they called out, their voice laced with concern.

"Oh nothing just my elf tweaking," you smile blindingly at the neighbor, completely oblivious to Feanor's growing sense of dread.

Feanor groaned, burying his face in his hands. He could picture the headlines already: "Couple Sets House Ablaze in Attempt to Melt Driveway Snow."

The sound of heavy boots stomping towards the front door did little to soothe his nerves. Curufin sauntered out, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and slung the coveted flamethrower over his shoulder with a dramatic flourish.

[felagund-the-valiant]

Masterlist

Argon

Big Hands and Tiny Paws - 578 words - tags: fluff

Beleg

In All Shapes and Sizes - 612 words - tags: fluff

Caranthir

SFW Alphabet

Curufin

Your Father's Son - 1.3k words - tags: Curufin has a bit of an identity crisis, fluff

Fingon

All I Want Is You - 1.1k words - tags: best friends to lovers, first kiss Office Shenanigans (NSFW) - 1.5k words - tags: smut, semi-public sex A Heavy Crown - 992 words - tags: hurt/comfort, mention of canon character death SFW Alphabet

Finrod

Birthday Delights - 712 words - tags: fluff, mild nsfw mentions/suggestive content Bring Back What Once Was Mine - 1k words - tags: mix of fluff and angst, mention of canon character death

Galdor

General hcs Procrastination Troubles - 1.1k words - tags: fluff, unintentional secret dating, sibling's best friend trope

Glorfindel

Having a crush on a reader who's friends with Ecthelion

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine Beleg comforting you

(I wanted to write this for @doodle-pops 's underrated character event. This was the best I got in the comfort section because I had only angsty ideas after reading The Children Of Hurin. It was a real rollercoaster that one. )

Warnings: getting lost, a bit of family angst, comfort.

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- It was by strange luck you had somehow managed to get through Melian’s girdle and get lost in the woods of Doriath. You didn’t even realize you had passed something magical. You just walked deeper into the woods and then realized you were terribly lost as the forest only seemed to continue and continue. 

- You nearly got desperate trying to find your way out, especially when the night was coming and creatures of the night were awaking. Nothing good ever came at night, but luckily, you were found by Beleg, one of Doriath’s march wardens. 

- He was surprised after finding you inside his kin’s woods without even them noticing you, but he was no less willing to help you, especially after learning you were only trying to find some herbs and got lost. 

- Beleg was rather easygoing and helpful, nothing you imagined an elven march warden to be, but you were grateful and seemed to click immediately, conversing about things and making funny jokes. He helped you find the herbs you needed before escorting you back to the borders back to your hometown. 

- You grew to like his company and didn’t want it to be a one-time encounter. You hoped to see him again, but since he likely had better things to do, you kept quiet and thanked him for his help before bidding farewell when it was time for you to return home before your family got worried.

- A few days passed, and you arrived at your usual spot where you liked to read in peace without your family bothering you. You enjoyed listening to the sounds of nature, and your spot offered a nice view of the surroundings. 

- You had nearly forgotten the incident inside Doriath’s borders but you still missed Beleg and his calming presence. The thought of purposely getting lost again just to see him crossed your mind, but you didn’t want to bother him and possibly make him annoyed with you. It was perhaps better just to forget the elf and move on with your life. 

- Well, you didn’t have to think about it too long– because after reading a few pages of your book. You were startled by someone commenting on the story and leaning against the tree right beside you, and that certain someone was Beleg himself. 

- His appearance confused you, and the elf was only amused by your surprised reaction. 

- Beleg told you he came to check if you had gotten lost again and then found you reading and decided to join in. You were happy to see him and slightly offended by his remark. You were not that bad in directions. 

- He complimented your taste in stories because he enjoyed reading the book with you, and then strangely, you just started spending time from there, talking and reading books you sometimes brought with you. 

- He was fun company, and you enjoyed listening to the stories about his kin and the forest he lived in. Menegroth and its forest sounded magical. You nearly wished to see it one day. 

- He sometimes even brought books you might enjoy in the common language since you were not familiar with his people’s language. 

- His free-spirited nature was so infectious that you sometimes wandered through the woods with him, discovering plants and animals you had not seen before. You began to enjoy his company more every day, and he gave good advice when times seemed rough and you felt down. 

- You valued the friendship you shared with him, and honestly speaking, you don’t think you have ever felt so heard and valued by anyone else, not even with your family. You love them, but sometimes it feels like they brush you off more and leave your feelings invalid whenever an argument is born. 

- Like this incident. You did not want to bother Beleg with your familial drama, but you were feeling so down after the argument with your family that you needed someone else’s company, so you wandered to your usual meeting spot and found him there. 

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“Morning, (Name)! How are you feeling on this wonderful morning?” Beleg greeted with that usual grin of his. You nearly felt better, but the heavy thoughts in your mind only made you utter a greeting in return as you stopped beside the tree. 

Beleg seemed to sense something was going on as his grin dropped, and he looked at you with concern. “(Name)? Is everything alright? You seem… like you have a dark cloud over your head,” he questioned. 

You unintentionally choked and released a tear. “Sorry! It’s just…” You dried off the tear and tried to control yourself. “... I’m just having a bad day,” 

“Well, it seems it's more than just a bad day,” Beleg uttered as he carefully observed you and your body language. He was now more concerned and could sense you were holding in deep emotions and not the good kind. “Tell me, my friend. What happened? Did something terrible happen to you or anyone you know?” he asked as he gently laid his hand on your back. 

You struggled to hold in your tears, but they forcefully came out, and choked gasps escaped your mouth. “No! It’s… “You rubbed your eyes, but they still watered with painful hot tears. “I had an argument with my family, and nothing good was said,” you confessed. “I feel so empty… and like – nothing I do matters,” Beleg’s eyes dropped with sympathy as he comfortably rubbed your back. 

“I don’t believe that. You had done quite a lot of things that mattered,” Beleg said. “It doesn’t really feel like it, especially to my family,” you said. 

Beleg was quiet for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and bringing you in a gentle hug. You were surprised for a moment before wrapping your arms around him and weeping out all the tears you tried to hold in. Beleg gently stroked your hair as you cried against his chest, nearly feeling his own tears form in his eyes. 

“It’s okay to cry for not all tears are evil,” he said as he continued stroking your hair. “What you might not see in yourself, others see in you. You do matter. To others and to me…” he held you as you two stood beneath the tree.

[lovefairymina]

Beleg, my love, could you teach me how to listen to the trees? I want to listen to their songs as you do :)

“Come,” he beckoned as he took your hand and sat you between his legs. “Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths…clear your mind,” he commanded. His voice hovered like a careful whisper in the background, tender and patient. “Do not worry if you don't get it on the first try; practice makes improvements.”

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Lovely M! I feel so out of touch with the Tolkien fandom recently D;

Would you be willing to write The Christmas Morning Breakfast with Beleg or Galdor please? I need some sweetness this holiday season and I love your writing!

I am fine with your strongest lemon if you decide to go that path<3 Thank you in advance!

Pairing: Modern! Beleg x Fem. Reader (second person POV)

Themes: Soft | Smut

Warnings: Kissing | Penetrative sex | Rough sex | Dirty talk | Orgasm denial | Cream pie

Word count: 1.3K words

Summary: A game of chase ensues while Beleg tries to prepare brunch on Christmas morning

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

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Beleg set the wooden spoon he was holding down on the breakfast counter and sighed the way a father might after catching their child racing towards the house, all covered in mud. “My love, the blueberries are supposed to go into the pancake batter instead of your mouth. And the whipped cream is supposed to go on them after they’ve finished, not into that bowl you’re holding.”

You flashed a wicked smile at him. “Can I be blamed for waking up with a yen for berries and cream?”

“Yes.”

“But it’s Christmas morning!”

“Precisely. It’s Christmas morning.” Beleg removed the can of whipping cream out of your hands and placed it on a shelf far out of your reach. He laughed when you narrowed your eyes to thin slats and glared at him. “And we have guests coming by for brunch. Do you really want to serve them plain pancakes with neither berries nor toppings?”

“Yes. No. Please, Beleg, please,” you whine shamelessly. “Just a little more. Please.”

“I said no,” he replied firmly, but not unkindly. Then he reached for the box of blueberries by your side. “Now let me have the rest of those. Please.”

You snatched it before he could and leaped out of your stool. “You’ll have to catch me first!”

Beleg chuckled breathlessly, giving you all of ten seconds before he chased after you. “You will regret this, my love!” he cried.

“I doubt it!” You shouted back and raced out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Your heart pounded with exhilaration when you turned to your right and hid in the first room that caught your attention. Too late did you realize that it was Beleg’s office, and that Beleg had the nose of a bloodhound. You stopped and sniffed the air. Your perfume easily stood out against the orange beeswax polish used on the furniture.

Damn it, you think to yourself. If I can smell my perfume, he can too. He’ll know I’m in here. And I can’t get out either. I’ll run straight into him.

There was little else you could do but hide behind his desk and hope that he did not set foot inside this room. The first five minutes flew by, and you saw neither hide nor hair of him. You turned to look at the wall-mounted clock, and you kept looking at it. Five minutes became seven, and seven turned to ten. Ten minutes came and went, and Beleg was nowhere to be seen. Thinking he had gone back to the kitchen to cook, you scurried away from the table, thoroughly pleased with yourself. That feeling of triumph lasted only for a few seconds, for a powerful pair of arms went around as soon as you rose to your feet.

“There you are!” Beleg hooted when you squealed and squirmed in his arms.

“Beleg!” You gasped between giggles. “How did you get in here without making a sound?”

“I am a hunter, my love,” he growled in your ear. “Moving without making a sound is what I excel at. That and I took great care when finishing that door and the floors of this room. Sound does not carry in here. Now. You gave me a bit of a chase instead of helping me prepare brunch. I think you should be punished for it.”

Heat bloomed and surged just beneath your skin. Beleg was going to punish you, he said. How exactly was he going to punish you? It was something you craved to find out for yourself.

“Are you going to bend me over the desk and spank me?” You tease and lift your chin, your eyes ablaze with wicked humor. “Then admonish me and call me all sorts of colorful things for making you chase me around the house instead of helping you cook?”

A dare, one that he would have entertained had he had enough time for it. “Not now,” he told you, and he sat you down on the edge of the table. Then he took the box of berries out of your hands and placed it on the side. “Our guests are going to be here in an hour, and I do not have the time for it. I certainly do not have time to reward bad girls and their bratty behavior.”

“Oh, so I am a brat now?” Beleg undid his belt and took your hands. The leather was warm against your wrists when he bound them, but it was loose enough for you to move your hands without the edges cutting into your skin. “How big of a brat am I?”

Beleg did not answer you. He kissed you instead, spreading your thighs apart with his hands and pulling your skirt up to your waist. Adrenaline from the chase gave way to dark and heady lust, and he kissed and kissed and kissed, his mouth feasting on yours even as his hand slipped up your leg and came to rest between the apex of your thighs. There was a ripping sound. Your underwear came apart easily with a single yank of his hand.

So sweet, he thought to himself. I can still taste the blueberries and cream on her lips.

He feasted like one that was half-starved, kissing you until you were breathless, and until you shook violently beneath him. His skillful fingers slipped over, and then slid inside, the glorious heat of your body. His welcomed intrusion jolted you, and sent electrifying shocks pulsing up your spine. Moan after moan poured into his mouth, and plea after wanton plea asked for the same thing.

More.

“Not now.” Beleg drew back and unzipped his jeans. He tugged both it and his boxers down just low enough to free his cock. “And not for you.”

You gaped at him, unable to believe what you were hearing. No more for you? What did he mean by that? Beleg hushed any protest you would have uttered with a single look of warning.

“Good girl,” he remarked, and he kissed you again. He did not give you time to think, so desperate was he to lose himself in your flesh. He pushed himself inside of you, groaning deeply against your throat as he did so. He was so big. Gloriously, wonderfully big. You wished you could clutch at his back while he drove himself so relentlessly into you. However, you made yourself content with the feeling of him pressing hard against you, his arm vise-like around your waist, and his free hand gripping tight on your hip. Beleg took all that you could offer him without mercy.

“You are not to finish,” he commanded. “I will take care of you later, but until then, you cannot finish. Is that understood?”

He silenced more protests with yet another look of warning. And you knew better than to protest. Beleg would deny you and tease you for days on end if you did so.

“Yes,” you voice your acceptance. Beleg moaned softly and whispered your name. That thrilled you greatly—how he uttered your name with reverence. “I agree.”

He shook and gripped your hip harder. Beleg plunged deeper and harder and faster until the room had begun to spin in his eyes. Then you urged him to finish, and clamped your legs around his waist. It undid him completely. He fell apart with a silent cry, his teeth nipping at your shoulder while he shivered and emptied himself inside of you. He kept holding you to him, his chest heaving from the effort. Another minute or two passed in blissful silence before Beleg slid out of you and loosened the belt around your wrist.

“Let’s go get ourselves cleaned up quickly,” he said, and he picked up the ruins of your underwear from the floor. “I’ll make you a special Christmas morning breakfast as a treat, and then make you come after the others have left, but you must behave and help me first.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied eagerly, and you saluted him. Beleg grinned and led you out of his office.

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Incorruptible

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29

Tags : Angst/hurt/comfort, trial, reader is disabled

Nather's trial starts and you're on the witness bench. May justice be in your favor.

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You’re completely and utterly

disgusted.

You’re sitting in silence on the witness bench of the trial, seething as the time goes by. If you needed another proof that Nather was influential you had a whole display today.

Confined at residence.

That’s all.

You look at him in disbelief, comfortably seated in the dock, fanning himself with a satisfied smile, he looks like he’s enjoying himself. A single scar across his cheek is the only proof he got a bit shaked by the interrogators. You dig your nails in the fabric of your pants, fixed on him. Saying that you want to throw your fist in his jaw is an understatement. The media renamed him the butcher of Tyrahn, which appears to amuse him tremendously. 

The church pushed back, lamenting that they didn't know about the situation on Tyrahnn, that such conduct was against all they stand for, that it was an heresy. The Beleg was quickly covered by the community and cleared by trial. Maybe the church as a whole was not a fuckfest of degenerates but each member of Nather's little playground is also a church member. At the start of the trial, the population was outraged and the backlash against the church was huge, in return it started its own defense movement. A lot of families and members left the cult either to create a fresh new church or to cut ties definitively. Other stayed and tried to salvage the honor of the church, denouncing the acts of Nather and his inner circle. In some weird way it actually strengthened the bond between the members, and they started huge protests to defend their faith.

Concerning yourself, this faith is dead. 

You're a witness in this trial, not a victim. You quickly understand via Tarkin's agents that the trial would be about the damages he has done to the Empire as a whole and not to his victims, his "collaterals" as they called you. And despite that, he just lost his position and is consigned to residence, which basically means vacation under the sun for him. Oh, all the other members of this traffic are punished, the mere underlings will be sent to prisons like Narkina 5, but the instigators just got a slap on the hand, protected by Nather Satlove. Your only hope is that the lawyers of the plaintiff are not happy about it and will surely appeal that judgment. 

But for now you're sickened by the verdict, you feel it down your stomach, the inner turmoil bubbling under the surface ready to spill out. You're so angered you feel a cold sweat down your spine. You wipe your forehead with the back of your head when you feel a burning gaze on your neck. You turn back to see Thrawn looking at you with an inquisitive stare. He exposed his testimony in an earlier session some days ago, as you did. It was clear and concise, exposing the fact of the matter, but even a grand admiral testimony was not enough to bring Nather's down, and you had the disagreeable impression it's because Thrawn is an alien. Not only that, the lawyers tried to remove his credibility by bringing his gestion of the attack, that he recklessly threw his troops against Nather's, creating a massacre. You have full trust in Thrawn's strategic abilities and know this to be untrue and grotesque, but the judges don't know him like you do and are sensible to suggestions. Nather's lawyers attacked him on his supposed attempts to raze the city to the ground for a "lowly Lieutenant Commander" much to Thrawn's confusion, he didn't understand the political repercussions this could have and the political trap he just stepped into. For an awfully long moment it became Thrawn's trial until the judge put the court back in order. 

But the Empire is supposed to bring peace and justice, surely it can't contempt itself with such condamnation.

Surely it can't… 

But for now you're witnessing this joke under your eyes, and you're not sure you can take much more of it. 

You silently rise from your seat and squeeze yourself between the different witnesses to get out. You feel two pairs of eyes on you as you discreetly exit the room. 

You walk as quick as you can with your crutches in the prestigious corridors of the courthouse and end up in some sort of square edged by some well maintained bushes. Each of your steps is echoed by the sound of your new metal legs against the stone. You're out of breath, at the end of yourself. You want to scream, to break something, anything to expunge your frustration, this injustice. You sit down on a bench, trying to get back control over yourself but the ire is so strong, it is unbearable. People avoid your bench as your aura is so bitter and dark, or because of your murderous stare. You’re so tired, you want to bury your head under pillows and not wake up for several days. You want to be left alone.

You're squirming and agitating yourself when a hand grabs yours. You spin on yourself, ready to give whoever this is a piece of your mind when you stop dead in your tracks. 

“Thrawn… “

“Why did you leave?” He asks softly. 

You sigh

“Because I couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. Seeing him with his dumb happy smile plastered on his face like that… I couldn't.” 

You feel tears rising. 

“What will I say to Vez? To his family? ‘Sorry, the man who destroyed your lives will live drinking cocktails under the sun ?’“

You fully broke sobbing at this thought and Thrawn embraces you in his reassuring arms. You snuggle yourself against his chest, hugging him back. He caresses the back of your head and the low of your back, cradling you gently. 

“Oh maker, what will I say… “

“The truth, you will say the truth. You owe him that.” He murmurs. 

You cry as you never cried, wetting his elegant trench coat. You ugly cry loudly with no regard for the people starting to leave the law court. You earn some strange gaze from them but you can't care less. 

You hear numerous steps speeding in your direction then suddenly you're blinded by flashes and mics being pushed at your mouth. 

“You're one of the victims of the butcher of Tyrahn ? What are your sentiments on the verdict ?!”

“Do you think the plaintiff should appeal !?” 

“Miss, what can you tell us-”

You yelp and bury your head in Thrawn's neck, trying to protect yourself from the vultures. 

“Miss ! Please just one word !” 

“Enough!” Thrawn shouts “Get out of the way.” 

He pulls you forward, away from the deranged crowd of journalists when some more deliberately put themself in front of you. 

“Miss, just a word on the verdict: do you feel like you and the other witnesses still at the hospital have been heard ?” 

“Move. Out. Of. The. Way.” Thrawn speaks slowly, almost softly but with an icy cold tone sending shivers down even your spine. And his eyes… 

The journalists are taken aback, and even scared. All the flashes stop and they reluctantly move out of the way silently under Thrawn's flaming gaze. Only a faint strangled murmur crosses the group. With an arm around your shoulders, Thrawn guides you to the car, promptly takes off the ground and speedly flies away. 

You let your head against the window with tears rolling down your cheek, eyes roaming aimlessly in the void. 

You sigh. 

“Is it what am I fighting for ? A half baked justice with two speeds ?” 

“If it can reassure you, the plaintiff will most probably appeal that jugement. I had a quick discussion with Tarkin a moment ago and he is dissatisfied with the verdict.”

You have a little snarky snarl. Tarkin vs Satlove, the combat promises to be epic. But it could sign the downfall of Nather, for real this time. You don't want to get let down once again but you can't stifle that little spark of hope. 

You let your head bounces against the window as you silently fly to Thrawn's apartment. It is full of your boxes waiting to be open to finish your installation. You push one out of your way with your foot passively angry. You fall face first on the couch with a sigh, letting your crutches fall on the floor. You curl over yourself, hugging yourself. You hear Thrawn doing things behind your back, respecting your pain by not talking, letting you and your reflections alone.

It was early in the evening but you must have fallen asleep because the next time you open your eyes the sun is high, you find a fuming cup of caff on the tea table beside you and a plaid has been laid over you. You observe the closed door of the bedroom, Thrawn must be working at this hour…

You just take the cup and pray for a fresh start as you sip on the drink.

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𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆You Have Heterochromia Eyes

Headcanons: Curufin, Argon, Finarfin, Egalmoth, Thingol and Beleg

A/N: First of the event to go up. Been thinking of doing one with reader having starry eyes, but that’s an idea for another time. Enjoy!

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Curufin

Known for his keen senses, the moment you entered the room, he was able to distinguish the difference in your aura from everyone else, and it was all because of your eyes.

“Your eyes are quite captivating,” he remarks as he stares into your orbs, wondering which to focus on. His inquisitiveness causes him to slightly lean into your space to gain a closer look.

Of course, you respond informing him that your eyes were more unusual than captivating. To which he shuts down politely, informing you that ‘unique’ and ‘majestic�� were the proper words to describe your eyes.

Curufin usually finds it impossible to leave your side, wanting to learn all that he can from you while gazing off into your eyes and getting lost as the conversation continues. He finds it difficult to remain focused, especially when you meet his eyes with an equal stare. “Which eyes should I stare into today?”

As a way of appreciating your eyes, he doesn’t waste a moment launching himself into the forge to whip up a piece of jewellery that matches the shades of your eyes and your personality.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Argon

The youngest Prince of the House of Fingolfin becomes a stuttering, blushing mess as he morphs into a poet while lying about his poetic skills being terrible. He can’t take his eyes off yours to the point that he gets scolded for staring too hard.

He always finds excuses whenever he’s around you to look into your eyes, so he doesn’t come off as creepy. Mostly making jokes or performing some stunts so your eyes can always be on him.

Compliments roll off his tongue ten times every ten minutes because you deserve to know that he adores your eyes and how much they suit everything about you. Loves to make comments about Eru not knowing which colour to give you, so he gifted you the two/three most beautiful.

“It’s almost as if your eyes match your mood as well,” he’ll mumble while pushing his face closer to get a better look as if he wasn’t already an inch away from your face.

As a way of showing his appreciation, he could commission a piece of jewellery for him to wear with the respective gemstones that match your eyes. That way, whenever you’re apart and he looks at it, he’ll remember your eyes (because they’re also sparkly and bright).

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Finarfin

He has seen his fair share of heterochromatic eyes before (his eldest brother), so it wasn’t a big thing when he heard people speaking about yours. That was until he stumbled upon you for the first time and blurted out that your eyes were the prettiest to ever exist, better than his brother.

Finarfin makes it his business to ensure that you don’t ever forget that your eyes are filled with the essence of the Light of the Two Trees, and if anyone disagrees, he’s having none of that.

Poems and songs written by yours truly and recited on the cliffsides or beaches during sunsets and sunrises because your eyes sparkle and light up even more. Gets lost in your eyes, literally, because they’re the windows to your soul.

Loves to observe you as you speak due to your expressiveness which becomes enhanced by your eyes. Every micro-expression, he picks up and fawns over because how can someone look as beautiful as you do when blinking.

Can never be upset with you because all you have to do is pout and flash him those puppy and BAM, the argument is over. It’s worse if you cry because you look beautiful when you do, and he forgets that you’re sad, caught up in your gorgeousness.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Egalmoth

He tells you immediately, right off the bat, that your eyes were the blueprint for the reason behind the name of his House (lies obviously) because he’s starstruck by the magnificence behind them.

Egalmoth deeply appreciates your eyes and the significance they hold (in his opinion). As a Lord of exquisite taste in art and all beautiful things, he makes it his business to turn your eyes into a passionate subject of admiration.

“Your eyes are as captivating as a starlit night,” he would whisper one night while stargazing. “I have never seen anything like them, for I do not know if you should share them with the world or be selfish and share them with only me.”

He can’t figure out which eye he should focus on as you speak because both are equally captivating, it’s impossible to pick one, so you’re stuck with his tropical bird dance. At least he has impressed you, so it worked in some ways.

Like the others, he easily finds himself under hypnosis the minute to flash him a sweet expression whilst using your eyes to do most of the work. Whatever you want, just say the word and Egalmoth will get it for you.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Thingol

“You must be a Maia or Vala, for no ordinary person can possess such beauty all at the same time.” Smooth words to greet you with upon your first meeting, and it did work. Thingol feels as though you have cast a spell and placed him under it upon first sight.

It’s impossible to deny you whatever you want when you bat those pretty lashes and flash him puppy eyes to have your way. You’ve found his weakness, and he isn’t ashamed to say that he enjoys it.

Praises unlike any other and worships the ground you walk on, ensuring that you don’t ever feel ostracised. He wants you to understand that your uniqueness should be cherished and understood.

Like the others, he believes that there must be something extraordinary about you, hence the reason you possess those eyes. It’s as if they enhance a special ability of yours (yeah, getting spoilt).

To him, beyond all the weakness they make him feel, they also bring about a sense of tranquillity, similar to the forest of Doriath. He seldom finds himself strolling throughout the forest, deep in thoughts about you.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Beleg

The moment he met you, he almost fell to his knees, believing that you were some deity come to bless or speak with him. Turned out even better, you were sent to be with him, and he is thankful each and every day.

He claims that whenever he looks into your eye, he sees the forest and suddenly calmness washes over him. It’s as though you bring to forest with you, wherever you go, and Beleg is eternally grateful your gift.

Doesn’t like to disagree with you, so even if you were to agree, those eyes were enough to end the dispute. He crumbles so easily while clinging to you and pouting about not liking the look your beautiful eyes are giving him.

You’ll be speaking to him, and his eyes are just like ←↑→↓ because he doesn’t know which one to focus on. He finds it difficult to focus on one eye when both deserves equal attention at the same time, yet with all the hunter skills he has, he can barely focus on both.

He believes that with eyes like yours, you probably see the world differently, hence why he enjoys listening to your stories of adventures. There is a level of privilege he feels when he is told off the world through your eyes.

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Of Elves and Men Part 16

Pairing: Beleg x reader

Warnings: I refer you to part 1

You knelt beside the young boy, Húrin’s son Túrin, and grasped his hand. “Please, if I have earned your favor, fulfill my request.” 

The boy looked up at you and steeled himself, “Of course! What is it?” 

You smiled and passed a thick envelope into his hands. “If I don’t make it back, go to Doriath there you’ll find an elf named Beleg Strongbow, he is one of the march wardens there.”

Túrin seemed shocked, “An elf?” He asked. 

You melted wistfully looking up into the bright sky and bringing a hand to your heart. 

“He is my greatest love. And I haven’t had the time to meet with him the way I used to. I would oh, so love to see him again.” 

“Oh.” With both hands he examined the paper, “I haven’t seen an elf up close before, but I suspect that I will see them soon. What is he like?” 

“He’s perfect.” 

The trumpets called and you kissed Túrin’s head and parted ways.

Beleg shook his head, his silver hair glittering in the moonlight as crickets chirped in his ears. He stood leaning against a strong oak tree, his arms crossed as he looked up at the sky. 

He felt . . . bereft and sad though he did not know why. 

He sighed. 

“Ah, at last I have found you.” 

At the rustling of bushes he turned to look, spying the eyes of Mablung. Frowning he did not greet his friend and merely looked back to the stars. 

“I had heard of your mood but did not believe it myself till now.” 

Mablung came and stood beside him and looked to see what had caught his attention. “What ails you, my friend?”

He sighed, long and heavy. “I am uncertain.” 

His friend raised a brow. “Does this have something to do with your human friends?” 

Beleg looked at him mournfully and Mablung cocked his head, curious. “Did something happen while you were there?” 

He nodded and pulled his gaze skyward again. “They confessed their love for me.” 

Mablung hummed. “Which one?” 

Beleg glared at him. 

His friend stepped back and raised his hands in defeat. “You have many human friends, I merely wish to know which one you speak of.” 

Beleg shrugged, it was a valid point. “Y/n.”

“Ah, I see.” 

Beleg shook his head. “We cannot be together. I can never grow old with them.” 

“But you wish to.”

Beleg hung his head low. “Is it so obvious?”  

“To some but not to others.” Mablung clasped his shoulder. “They cannot be with you forever.” 

Beleg raised his head to stare determinedly. “But I could be theirs.”

Mablung frowned. “Can you see yourself being able to live happily without them? Can you imagine life after their death?” 

Frowning, Beleg rested his head against the bark of the tree. “I can see a life with them being filled with happiness and laughter. Of possible children and tending to them in their old age. I can't see my life after their passing.” He snuffed the toe of his boot into the dirt. “I know that loving one whose life is so fleeting, in comparison to mine, is a dangerous choice but I can’t help but feel—” he gestured with a wave of his hand— “Empty? A great longing rests in me and I am afraid and enchanted by its pull.” 

Mablung crossed his arms. “In mortal marriages, they often say ‘till death do us apart.’ Is that something you would want or even withstand?” 

He smirked. “And after death, whether I withstand the grief or not. I believe I will see them again.” 

“You love them?”

Beleg took a moment to consider this, drawing his gaze to the stars again. “I would say I do.”

Mablung nodded. “I am sorry that you were called back before you could come upon this answer yourself.”

Beleg frowned, curious. “Why was I called back?” 

Mablung sighed and reached up with both hands to grab a tree branch and leaned his weight forward. “The King heard news of how Lord Húrin and the Noldor planned an attack against Morgoth. He did not want you caught up in it.” 

Shoving himself away from the tree he rushed to his friend's side. “But that is foolhardy! Did he not try to dissuade them?” 

Mablung shook his head. “I do not know.” 

Beleg swallowed tightly around the lump in his throat. 

“But what about Y/n?!” 

Amidst the heart of the battle you fought alongside your men. The sounds of screaming, swords clashing angrily and the groans of the dying flooded your ears but you could not stop. 

A mighty roar came shaking the ground and sky and many stumbled off their feet, men and elves and orcs alike. 

Falling to your side you grunted with the impact, hard steel pressing into your ribs. Panting and shaking with adrenaline, you looked up and watched in horror as Fingon was snared by his enemy’s whip. 

“No!” You cried. “Fingon!” 

You tried pushing yourself to your feet but couldn’t manage it as another roar came and shook the earth. Gothmog raised his ax and you screamed and watched in horror as your friend's head toppled from his shoulders. 

Your ears rang and you were left in shock. Eyes trailing up the body of the fallen King and watched, sick, as red blood dripped from Gothmog’s black ax. Fiery red eyes meeting yours. 

Bjorn charged up to you and yanked you to your feet as the horns of the elves sounded. “My liege, the elves are pulling back!” 

Turning your face from the Barlog you listened as Lord Húrin rallied the troops and commanded that they cover the elves retreat and you knew—

You would all die here. 

Shouting to your men, you led them forward to join the line, your face stern and determined, as you listened to your Lord’s command.

“Do not show your enemy your fear! And if you die, I pray you take your enemy down with you! Aurë entuluva!” 

With a fearsome cry you all raised your swords and hunted the enemy down. In the rush you and Bjorn became separated and you were overwhelmed. Raising your shield you blocked a frontal attack but was struck in your side and groaned. Losing control of your limbs, you fell to the bloodied dirt and moaned in pain as you felt orcs trample you. Raising your tired eyes, you turned onto your side, looking over the battlefield, looking for friend rather than foe. And gasped for breath and cried pitifully as you met Bjorn's blue eyes as he laid against the ground.

Dead. 

So, you died there between the bodies of the fallen. And you remembered how Beleg’s eyes would crinkle when he smiled and how warm and comforting his touch was. 

Perhaps it would have been better if you had died in that cave. Maybe, then, you would not have felt such an ache in your heart as you do now. Groaning you shove yourself onto your back to take one last look at the dark sky. 

Instead, you saw Evelyn’s smiling face as she leaned over you, the fight still raging behind her. She was beautiful and glittering in her white gown. 

“It is alright.”

“You can rest now.”  

At the sound of the horn to retreat, Beleg scoured over the heads of his kin frantically. 

“Y/n!” 

He and Mablung had come to the serve in the battle and Beleg had tried tirelessly to find you. 

The others brushed past him as they went knocking into his shoulders as he stood there. He rushed forward shoving past the elves going opposite to him. Making it to the otherside of his kin, he looked out and saw the forces of men lining up against Morgoth’s forces. 

Wide open eyes shook with fear at the sight and he shouted. “Y/n!” 

He went to move forward but was stopped by an armored arm coming underneath his armpit and gripping his arm. Glancing to his side he saw the bloody and stoic face of Mablung. His friend pulled him back. 

“Come on! There is no time for this!” 

“But Y/n’s still out there!” 

Two other elves came quickly to him, the lords of the now King, the elf with golden hair frowned and gripped his other side. “It is too late for the others!” He called. 

Beleg shook his head as panic and grief consumed him. “I cannot leave them!” 

Mablung with the help of the stranger dragged him back. “What would you have them do, even if you did find them!? Abandon their men to die!?” 

He shook his head again. “I would die beside them!”

The lord beside him turned behind to watch his friend as sounds of the battle came to their ears. 

Tears trickled down Beleg’s dirtied cheeks and he cried out in agony, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene of the battle. “I didn’t get to tell them!” 

He struggled against them. “Let me go!”  

The other Noldor lord looked over to him at his shout. Mablung shook him as both he and the golden haired lord lifted him from his feet. 

“Your love would not want you to die here, Beleg! And I care for you too much to let you!” 

Beleg cried as they pulled him away. Bowing his head to his chest as he listened to the slaughter continue without him. 

Months later after the great battle of Unnumbered Tears, Morwen bid her son goodbye. And that's when Túrin finally hand delivered your letter. But when the silver haired elf saw the wax seal there was nothing in the world that could have prepared the boy for the pain that crossed the elf’s face.  

To my dearest love, 

You should know how often I dream of you. When I see you, you hold a young babe with dark hair in your arms and they grab at your locks. You have the sweetest smile when I see it and my heart aches because the sweetest illusions are often the cruelest.  

I have so much I want to tell you, but I lack the words. It is funny, isn’t it? After all we’ve been through together, you’d think I’d get to say goodbye, in person, this time. I don't know why I expected this time to be different. . .

Please forgive me. Tomorrow, I ride off to war and I know not what fate awaits me. 

All I ask, is if you’ll remember me? 

With all my love,

Y/n, Loyal Servant of Lord Húrin

Masterlist

[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!

[lamemaster]

The MOVs

AN: I remember making this entire scenario up with @animatorweirdo and this has lived in my head ever since...it's been years I think. RIP Argorn you would've loved this.

Genre: Fluff

Summary: A society of mortals in Valinor

Pairing: Mentioned Maedhros x Reader

You knock twice on the looming wooden door, mimicking the rhythm of Varda's ancient hymn. Glancing around nervously, you wait. A sliver of light appears as the door creaks open, revealing a glimpse of the man within.

“Password,” a gruff voice whispers.

“Eonwe for president,” you reply softly.

The door swings open wider, pulling you inside.

“Dramatic as ever,” you grin, embracing your friend. Tuor of Huor was the only one who knew the secret to a perfect hug in the land of Aman.

You both turn to nod gratefully at your elven escort, the incomparable Beleg Cuthalion. Trusted with guarding the Mortals' secret meeting place in Valinor, he was a master of blending into the crowd. He disappeared into the alley without a backward glance.

Inside, a warm hearth, steaming tea, and tempting snacks greeted you. Bilbo was already eyeing the food with interest.

Bilbo, Frodo, Gimli, Tuor, and the recent additions of Dior, Earendil, Elrond, and yourself comprised the Mortals of Valinor Society,MOVS,  a secret that continued to baffle the Elves. Peredhel, the newest member, added an intriguing element to their exclusive group.

"What support could you need when you have me?" Maedhros asked, leaning over a counter, trying not to overshare his disapproval of the society that seemed to have his spouse, your attention every other week. He followed you around like a sulking cat. Making his discontent clear.

Ignoring his prying questions, you reign in your smug smile wrapping yourself in a warm scarf, “I know I have you,” you stand on your toes pecking his cheek, “it’s nice to have…my kind. Just to talk, you know.” You try explaining without giving up the meaning behind the meetings.

The meetings started with normal gossip away from elven hearing. This soon morphed into an evening full of dirty jokes, card games, unfiltered messy dances, anecdotes, or the simple pleasure of relishing the ardent, unsettling ire these meetings seem to stir in the hearts of the elven population of Valinor.

So, the challenge came to be. Mortals against the immortals. In their home field.

There have been tries of thwarting the meetings, of spying, and figuring out the secrecy behind the doors. But the MOVS, equipped with quite the team of players had been quick to employ their own elven player. Beleg Cuthalion, the only elf with the patience to hold on to the secrecy and never pry into the matters of mortals.

A reliable ally, who had for now been the reason behind the winning streak behind the mortals. His motives- simple, the smile on Tuor’s face that mimicked Turin’s. And that had been enough for your trusted elf.

Breaking away from Tuor’s hug, you wander into the room filled with the hearty aroma of good food. And today’s object of interest is coveted by the looming figures of Dior and Gimli. “That cannot be,” the half-elven man exclaimed.

“It is not possible in that position,” the Peredhel and dwarven master debate over the crudely drawn porn that you truly were not proud of.

All the while you catch Tuor’s fleeting jest- “The man sighed and replied ‘My left arm is stronger than my right arm’ ” To which Elrond stared back at him confused while Bilbo snickered next to a blushing Frodo.

A mischievous glint sparkled in your eyes as you observed the heated debate. "Gentlemen, gentlemen," you interjected, your voice cutting through the tension, "any thoughts on the last week’s fest?"

"They would not stop singing!" Earendil exclaimed animatedly, his face flushed with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "For two damn days, it was like a chorus of larks had taken up residence in my halls!"

Frodo nodded vigorously, his face mirroring Earendil's exasperation. "I believe the verse was too dense for musical notes," he added, shaking his head.

And the hall of MOVS erupted into chaos.

[felagund-the-valiant]

In All Shapes and Sizes - Beleg x shapeshifter!reader

Love comes in all shapes and sizes. Beleg got to experience this first-hand.

Words: 612

Tags: fluff

A/N: a tiny little something I wrote for @doodle-pops underrated character event :D

A chill lay in the air, announcing the slow approach of autumn. The leaves crackled ever so slightly under his boots as Beleg tread the narrow path that led to your shared home, humming absentmindedly. The birds overhead seemed to pick up on his song and joined in with cheerful chirps and coos, entirely unbothered by his presence. A couple of deer trotted through the forest, watching him curiously before going separate ways. He spotted fresh paw prints on the same trail he was walking on – his tracking abilities told him they were left by a fox. A knowing smirk crossed his face, and he sped up his pace ever so slightly, wondering if he could catch up before either of you reached home.

Mere moments later, Beleg heard a rustle in the bushes but couldn’t spot anything moving, or so he thought. A flash of red fur appeared in the corner of his eyes out of nowhere and he felt a pair of arms and legs wrap around his body as you leapt into his arms. He stumbled back a little and let out a breathless laugh.  “Slow down there,” he gasped as he set you back on the ground, but you paid him no mind. “How I have missed you, meleth. Are you well? Any wounds that need tending to?” You scanned his body and did a gentle pat down. “I’m fine, no need to worry.” Beleg stopped your hands from wandering by taking them into his own and smiling reassuringly at you. “You know I’m always careful. And more than capable of tending to wounds, as you should know.” You lowered your head bashfully at his comment, catching the reference to your first meeting.

It had been more than unexpected. One rainy day, Beleg had found himself nursing a poor hurt fox he had encountered while on patrol and was more than surprised when a couple of days later an Elf was sitting in his hut with no sign of the fox. He had heard rumours of so-called shapeshifters from other wardens but never thought he would see one in the flesh, much less fall in love with one. Many a times he had asked you if you wouldn’t come live with him in the city, but you refused, preferring the solitude of the forest to the hustle and bustle of civilisation. It wasn’t difficult for him to make the decision to join you in living in nature and he had never once regretted it. Living with the one he loved was worth more than any comfort the city could ever hope to offer and he had already spent large portions of his life in the forest anyway.

“Race you home?” You asked excitedly and he snorted. “I return after a long watch, and you want me to physically exert myself even more? Also, we both know I don’t stand chance. You just want to brag about winning again,” Beleg teased. In your Elven form he might have been able to outrun you with ease, but foxes were faster than the Elves and he knew you would not pick the easy route for him. You sighed dramatically and he halted any complaints you might voice by bending down and kissing your forehead. “All I want right now is to be home, enjoy a good meal and cosy up with my beloved. Does that sound good to you as well?” You bit your bottom lip and pretended to ponder his request before nodding. You stood on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his lips and interlaced your fingers with his. “That sounds wonderful, actually. Let’s go.”

[animatorweirdo]

Mistletoes

Beleg x reader

(Sorry that this is a bit late. Thanks for my friend for helping with fixes.) 

Requested by anonymous

You have been trying to confess your love for ages, but nothing seems to work. Who thought it would only take one human boy and a yule tradition to get your feelings finally through your dense crush.

Warnings: some obvious pining, crushing, hopeless romance, mischievous Turin and finally getting caught under the mistletoe. 

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You and Beleg had been close since you were little elflings. You grew up together, played together, and became march wardens together. You were like two inseparable branches of the same tree, always together. You grew to know him in and out like he knew you, but for some reason, you have failed to confess your long-time feelings for him. 

It was frustrating. Beleg was one of the smartest ellons you knew, yet somehow he constantly missed the signs and hints that you were interested in him. No matter how obvious it was. 

You were one step away from writing it down for him. 

You even tried to be straightforward and tell him you were hopelessly in love with him, yet somehow people always need him for something, and he forgot to ask about it even when he promised to hear what you had to say. 

He didn’t get the hints, and people always needed him when you tried to confess. You even tried to employ princess Luthien’s help since she used to be your good friend, and even that ended up in embarrassment, with your confession left unsaid. 

It continued for so long that you knew no other way to have your feelings crossed. You couldn't do anything but watch him from a distance, like a wallflower and imagine the life you could have if Beleg truly knew about your feelings.

You had hoped you would eventually get there, even though Beleg’s obliviousness drove you mad and made you want to push him to the wall and kiss him like crazy at times. Anything just to get it finally done. 

You had a plan in mind when yuletide finally came, but after failing so many times, you could not help but constantly feel anxious about all the possible things that could go wrong and the dreaded possibility of your feelings left unsaid once again.

You were now thinking about how you would confess while packing for a trip with Turin. The young boy was eager for your trip to the forest, so he ensured he had everything in his bag while you were thinking about your complicated love life. 

Your feet were tapping the ground as your thoughts wandered, thinking and thinking while the young human boy checked on his things. You were already done with the packing, so there was nothing you could do except wait for a certain elf to arrive. 

Turin glanced at you and watched as you were deep in your clouds of thoughts. “What's on your mind today?” He asked, breaking your focus from your thoughts. 

“Huh, nothing much. Why do you ask?” You asked. 

“You have a brooding expression on your face. That’s when you’re thinking something sad and angry,” Turin explained while twiddling with his thumbs in a very adorable fashion. 

You kneeled down to his height to look him in the eye. “Oh, I’m sorry. I promise you I wasn’t thinking anything bad about you or anyone. It’s just –” You hissed, sensing the gleaming curiosity in the edain child’s eyes. “It’s about Beleg. You know I have been trying to confess my feelings for him, right?” You asked to which Turin fervently nodded. You almost scoffed. This proved your efforts even a child could see, let alone a human child. How could Beleg be so dense.

“Nothing I do gets his attention, and he doesn’t get it even if I try to scream it to his face,” You explained. “Have you tried just telling him that you love him?” The little boy asked. “I have, but then people always need him for something before I get the chance,” You tried not to whine in front of a child younger than you by a couple of centuries. “I never have the chance to tell him,” You said, barely maintaining any semblance of your composure. 

“How about you tell him now when he comes back?” Turin asked. “I could, but what if someone suddenly comes and takes him away for something?” You questioned. “I could keep a watch so that no one will disturb you,” He offered with a smile. 

“That’s really sweet of you,” You resisted the urge to coo at him. By Eru, this edain is out for your heart. “But… I don’t think It would be that easy,” You sighed, dropping your shoulders at the thought. 

“There you are! I have been looking for you two,” Beleg’s voice caught your attention. Your heart raced when you saw the silver-haired ellon march toward you. His smile and confidence making you weak from the inside. 

“Ready to depart? I heard Daeron had composed a new winter song, so we might want to leave soon, or we might get forced to see him perform,” He chuckled. “Do it now!” Turin pushed you toward him. You were surprised for a moment before turning your attention toward Beleg. Guess you were doing it. 

“Beleg. Can I say something because I do not think I have a chance to say it later?” You questioned. “Sure. What is it, my dear friend?” Beleg smiled at you. 

“Do you –” You started, thinking your words carefully. “I mean – I’ve been meaning to tell you that I –” You fumbled, your heart racing as you were about to say it. Was this it? Were you finally going to tell him?

“Beleg!” Someone suddenly shouted, making you jump with fright. 

“Beleg! Are you and (Name) going to join the yule’s celebration later?” They appeared, taking Beleg’s attention away from you. 

You whined as you knew where this was going. 

“Sure! We’re just going to take a quick trip to the northern woods and come back,” Beleg answered. 

“Great. Oh, and before you go. Mablung has been asking for your assistance, so please attend to him first?” The Eru foresaken elf asked. 

“Sure! I’m sorry, you two. You know how Mablung can get, so please wait for me for a moment,” Beleg uttered a quick apology and left. 

“But!” You tried to say. 

“I won’t be long, and I promise to hear what you have to say later,” He called out before disappearing to do whatever Mablung wanted from him. 

You sighed, knowing he would forget about it anyway. 

Turin stood beside you after watching the whole thing. “I see what you mean when you said you never get the chance,” Turin stated. 

“Turin. Have you ever met someone so stupid that it’s kinda endearing?” You asked with defeat in your voice. “I don’t know. My father and lord Thingol probably check those boxes,” Turin said, making you groan. 

When Beleg returned, you three went on that trip like planned. You said nothing during the whole thing, and Turin silently observed you and Beleg. You weren’t even trying to confess your feelings again, so the little boy got an idea.

“Hey, do you know about the mistletoe tradition?” Turin asked, gaining your and Beleg’s attention. “I – do not think I have. What is this tradition you speak of, Turin?” Beleg asked with curiosity in his eyes. 

“It’s a tradition where you hang a mistletoe and whoever walks under it has to kiss the one who gets trapped under it with them,” Turin explained. “I’ve seen my father doing it a couple of times with my mother,” He continued without missing a beat. “Though, my mother rolled her eyes most of the time and left anyway,” He added. 

"Hmm, what an interesting tradition," Beleg smiled. "I could see partners doing it to catch a kiss from each other," He said, seemingly lost in thought. "That would be sweet," You said, dreaming about kissing him. 

After the trip into the woods and giving Turin a lesson, you thought about the whole mistletoe thing and couldn't help but imagine finally kissing him and confessing your feelings. It had potential, but you were too afraid of failing to consider trying it. 

Luckily for you, Turin got you covered on the plan. 

You were casually talking with Beleg, unaware Turin was waiting in the other room with a bow in his hand, and when you walked through the door, he shot his arrow above you. 

You were startled when you heard something fly and hit above you. You and Beleg looked up and saw the arrow struck in the wall with an odd plant hanging from it. 

"What is that?" You questioned. "A mistletoe?" Beleg said in a questioning tone, then Turin appeared. 

"Now that you both got caught under the mistletoe. By the rules of the tradition, you're not allowed to leave till you share a kiss," Turin explained with a smirk. At that moment, you realized he had been planning this since he told you about the tradition with the mistletoe. 

You were impressed but still left embarrassed. 

"Bye then, have fun!" Turin then left, making you silently panic. The little human boy then left you alone with the silver-haired ellon. 

"Well –" Beleg chuckled. "I did not expect this," He smiled at you as he found the whole thing amusing. You smiled and nodded awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say. 

"Well, what do you say, (Name)? I think it would be rude not to follow the rules," Beleg said. "Yeah, and he didn't specify where you had to kiss. So to make this less awkward. How about just a kiss on the cheek?" You suggested. 

"Sounds good enough," Beleg shrugged his shoulders. You let out a sigh of relief, then held on to his shoulder to lean in to kiss him on the cheek. You were close so kissing him on the cheek wasn’t a problem. 

However, Beleg hummed and had a different thought. "On second thought–" He said, making you stop and look at him confused. You did not expect him to turn around, grab you by the face, and push his lips against yours. 

You yelped, and your face burned, but when Beleg tenderly hugged you closer. You melted and wrapped your arms around his neck. 

You were screaming happily from the inside as butterflies flew frantically inside your stomach. 

You almost gasped when you stopped to take a breather. You looked at Beleg as he looked back at you with fondness in his eyes. "Since we're here, do you mind If I ask you to court me?" He asked with a smile. 

Your heart fluttered as you had waited to hear those words for ages. 

"I would love to be courted by you since I have been trying to tell you that this whole time," You said. 

"I know, and I'm sorry," Beleg replied with a light pink dusting his cheeks. 

"Wait? What?" Your eyes widened. "You knew?!" You questioned. "I did, and I have been waiting for the chance to confess," He admitted. At that moment, you found yourself lost for words and ended up spluttering like a fool. 

"You're horrible! If you knew, why did you always forgot to come back to me and let me confess?" You swatted his shoulder in mock anger that was very much backed up by embarrassment

"Wait! I have?" Beleg asked, confused. 

"Yes! You always forgot!" You almost yelled at him with your hands up. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," He said, dropping his ears like a sad puppy. 

"Oh, by the Valar," You shook your head and hugged him, making him laugh and hug you back. You made a mental note to thank the little human boy, who was watching from the corner with a smirk. There was no doubt he was dancing in victory in his mind. You have only one thing to say. 

You loved human traditions.