#beleg x reader

[lamemaster]

Things the Silmarillion elves find adorable about a human reader

After surveying the recurring elves of this blog, here are seven things they find adorable about humans:

Waving Greeting

Maedhros froze the first time you did it. Across the military camp, you excitedly waved at him. Raising your arm high, you waved, smiling broadly, and your elf froze in his path. For a fleeting moment, he thought it must be someone else you were so happy to greet. But no. It was him. With unpracticed-stiff movements, he raised his own arm and waved back. He watched as laughter bubbled out of you, and you ran to him, leaving him utterly dumbfounded yet his heart leaping out of his chest.

Baggy Clothing

Glorfindel tries not to stare, but by Elbereth, it is hard. Drowning in his robes, you look utterly adorable. The way the sleeves flow down your arms, completely covering your hands, and how the fabric pools around your feet, it’s enough to make him squeal. He worries briefly that you might trip, but for now, he’s too busy enjoying the sight. Picking you up in his arms, he resists the urge to squeeze you, mindful of the last time he tried and how poorly that ended for him. Still, his heart aches at how endearing you look, swallowed by the robes that were never quite meant for you.

Breathless Laughter

The entire palace can hear it. Yet this does not stop the subtle smile it puts on everyone’s face. Sitting across from you, Finrod watches you wheeze with laughter, clutching your stomach as you fall off your chair. Your face is red, your eyes brimming with tears. “I think I peed a little,” you whisper through giggles as your friend continues laughing uncontrollably. Finrod loves the sight of such unrestrained joy, raw, rugged happiness amid marred lands. How wonderful it must be, he thinks, to express joy so freely.

Apologizing to Inanimate Objects

It’s not the first time Maeglin has seen you do this. Bumping into a corner, you mutter a quick “Sorry,” rubbing your arm as though the object could feel pain. Wooden crates, rocks, curtains, tables, nothing escapes your apologies, and Maeglin secretly adores it. It’s such an absentminded habit, and yet it speaks volumes about your nature. There is, however, one exception: when you stub your toe on something. Then, your mouth lets loose with the vocabulary of a seasoned sailor. Much to his dismay (and secret delight), Maeglin finds even this utterly endearing. But there’s absolutely no way he’s telling you that. He keeps that fondness locked away where you’ll never uncover it.

Love for Blankets

Fingon has trekked across the Helcaraxe. He knows the cold and understands the precious value of warmth. Yet, his appreciation pales in comparison to yours. He absolutely loves your ritual of joy at the sight of your bed. The way you jump into your blankets, rubbing your feet together, scrunching your eyes shut, and giggling. It’s a sight he never tires of. On nights when he gets to witness this, Fingon even mimics your antics, despite not feeling the cold himself. He delights in how you grin and snuggle into him, often followed by your sneaky attempt to press your freezing feet against his. Though he feigns annoyance, he treasures every moment of it.

Physical Touch

Beleg smiles broadly the moment you enter a room. Without fail, your eyes scan the space until they find him, and then you make your way over to sit beside him. Every. Single. Time.

He loves how humans gravitate toward physical closeness, finding contentment in proximity alone. Unlike elves, who feel bonds through senses, heartbeats, or thoughts, you seek him out with pure will. Every time you do, Beleg can’t help but put his arms around you, squeezing you in a way he’s seen you do to him. And when you hum contentedly, he melts just a little more.

Baby Voice

Celegorm can’t help but laugh at the way your voice softens when you bend down to pet Huan. Every time you see the hound, you greet him with exaggerated enthusiasm, “Who’s a goob boy?” Celegorm has, on several occasions, reminded you that Huan is older than your grandfather, older than your entire kind, in fact. Yet this knowledge hasn’t dimmed your excitement one bit. Your bubbly tone, the kisses on Huan’s paws, the endless stream of pets, Celegorm finds it both amusing and endearing. Much to your credit, Huan is completely putty in your hands.

[doodle-pops]

Kissing Them Mid-Conversation | House of Elrond + Doriath

「 ✦ Elrond ✦ 」

Elrond had been deep in discussion with you, his voice calm and authoritative as he explained some historical details of Valinor’s history. His eyes were bright with knowledge, the gentle cadence of his speech captivating as always. But you found yourself less focused on his words and more on the way his lips moved, the elegant arch of his eyebrows, the softness in his eyes that contrasted so beautifully with the wisdom they held. You didn’t plan it, but the next thing you knew, you leaned forward and kissed him, silencing him mid-sentence.

His words were cut off as his lips met yours. His initial surprise only lasted a moment before his shoulders relaxed, and he melted into the kiss, his hand instinctively finding its way to your cheek. The conversation was forgotten entirely as he returned the kiss, slow and tender, savouring the moment. When you finally pulled back, he didn’t say anything at first, just stared at you with a faint smile, his fingers brushing your jawline. He chuckled softly, as though the interruption was the most natural thing in the world. No more history for now—he was entirely yours in that moment.

「 ✦ Erestor ✦ 」

You’d been going over a strategy with Erestor, his mind sharp and focused as always. His attention was entirely on the plans spread out before you, his fingers tracing the edges of the map. But as he leaned over the table, the way his dark hair fell into his eyes, the way his lips moved as he muttered to himself—it was all too tempting. Without warning, you reached up and kissed him, cutting through the tension in the air.

Erestor blinked in shock, straightening immediately as if unsure of what just happened. His cheeks flushed a deep red, utterly unprepared for the interruption. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, utterly at a loss for words. His eyes flickered between the map and you as if trying to regain his composure. A nervous chuckle escaped him, and he ran a hand through his hair, clearly flustered. “That...was unexpected,” he managed much softer than before. He didn’t scold you, but his lips curved into a rare smile, and despite the heat in his cheeks, there was a warmth in his eyes that told you he enjoyed it.

「 ✦ Elrohir ✦ 」

Elrohir had been telling you a story, his hands moving animatedly as he spoke, his usual brightness and energy captivating. His smile was contagious, his laughter genuine, and you couldn’t stop yourself. Mid-sentence, as he grinned widely at something he’d said, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, interrupting him without a second thought.

His initial reaction was a surprised inhale, his body stilling as he processed what had just happened. But in the span of a heartbeat, he was already leaning into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle your face. He didn’t waste time—he deepened the kiss, his enthusiasm carrying over into this new, far more intimate moment. The conversation was forgotten entirely as he pulled you closer, his lips warm and insistent. When you finally broke apart, he was grinning like a mischievous child caught in the act. “Well, if that’s how you want to interrupt, I’m not complaining,” he teased, his eyes gleaming with playful intent. He wasn’t interested in resuming the conversation anytime soon.

「 ✦ Elladan ✦ 」

Elladan had been in the middle of explaining something to you, his voice smooth and steady, as usual, his expression thoughtful. But you weren’t really listening. You were too distracted by the way his lips formed each word, the way his eyes flicked between you and whatever he was talking about. So you cut him off mid-sentence with a kiss, your lips pressing against his before he could even finish his thought.

His breath froze at the unexpected affection. He blinked, stunned for a brief moment, but then he smiled against your lips. He gently returned the kiss, his hand resting on your waist as if he’d been waiting for an excuse to stop talking all along. When you pulled away, he gave you a knowing look, his eyes gleaming with playful amusement. “If you wanted me to stop talking, you could’ve just asked,” he murmured teasingly in a lower register, though he made no effort to move away from you. The conversation was clearly no longer a priority for him.

「 ✦ Thingol ✦ 」

You had been deep in conversation with Thingol, the great Elven king discussing matters of Doriath with his usual enthusiasm. His words were important, of course, but the way his eyes shone in the soft light, the slight curl of his lips when he smiled—it was all far too distracting. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him mid-sentence, startling him out of his train of thought.

Thingol stiffened at first, caught entirely off guard by your sudden boldness. His words faltered, and for a moment, he looked utterly stunned. But then, slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His regal composure softened, and he tilted his head slightly, returning the kiss with a gentle, deliberate tenderness. When you pulled back, he chuckled, low and rich, shaking his head. “You’re a distraction,” he said, amusement clear in his tone. His eyes sparkled, and though he was clearly amused, there was no annoyance in his expression. He lifted a hand to your cheek, brushing his thumb along your skin before murmuring, “But a welcome one.”

「 ✦ Beleg ✦ 」

Beleg had been talking about a recent hunt, his eyes bright with excitement as he recounted the details. His enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn’t help but watch him with growing affection. He looked so alive, so utterly captivating, that you found yourself leaning in and kissing him right in the middle of his sentence.

He felt him pause, completely caught off guard. His eyes widened, cheeks flushing a deep red as he tried to process what had just happened. For a second, he seemed utterly at a loss, but then a grin broke across his face. “Well, that’s one way to stop me from rambling,” he quipped. He pulled you closer, his arm slipping around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Though I can’t say I mind.” There was a playful glint in his eyes as he looked at you, clearly enjoying your boldness. The conversation was forgotten entirely, replaced by the warmth of his embrace.

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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.

[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 Broken Bonds - 1.4k words - tags: hurt/no comfort

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

Maeglin

Lessons in Intimacy (NSFW) - 2.1k words - tags: smut, first time

Group hcs

Hobbies they like to share with you (Maedhros, Caranthir, Fingon, Turgon) Hair hcs for the House of Fëanor | Fingolfin | Finarfin

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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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[eunoiaastralwings]

Can I get headcanons on how elves flirt in general or court someone they have a crush on? I'm assuming it's not like how humans do, since they are wise and fairer than most other races. 💘

How Elves Crush/Flirt or Being in Love ft. my original characters

pairing elves x reader (separate)

a/n I put many elves as I possibly could - added my ocs too (in italics). I may have changed it up a little - sorry it just flowed. As always I love for you @theladyvanya for helping me out with characters I haven’t written before

HOPELESS ROMANTICS: Sings songs or dedicates poetry or make handcrafted ornaments or trinkets to win you over - something made their with love and admiration for you. Sometimes stumbles when speaking to you. Showers you with compliments daily - although nervous. Brings flowers or handcrafted delicate hair clip pieces. Hair is important to very elf - but they would make it romantic, if even gifting giving is not your style. They makes things special and mark every little occasion and make it romantic. Basically they show their love to through gifts.

Maglor, Finrod, Nerdanel, Celebrian, Arwen, Galadriel, Celeborn, Fingon, Idril, Ecthelion, Míriel, Aredhel, Pre-Oath Maedhros, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Glorfindel, Lúthien, Beleg, Dior Lúthriel, Cóloniélë

THE OBLIVOUSLY OBVIOUS TO GIFT GIVERS: They are really head over heels in love without you - they are usually very stubborn act stern around most. But the moment you walk through that door, it like you ground them - suddenly whatever stress, frustration or anger they felt melted away with the site of you. They think they are being completely oblivious - but the stares and the visually relaxing of their stress-filled bodies, or how they speak to with the utmost care trying to throw in a few nice words here or there, that speaks volumes to others. They do not know show to show proper affection - or it would take time to learn so instead they showers you with gifts once they have come to terms with their feelings - once the gifts come in they will not stop until you tell them it is too much xD

Caranthir, Erestor, Thranduil, Feanor, Haldir, Feanor, Curufin, Argon, Post-Angband Maedhros, Ixalië

HELPLESSY AND HOPELESSY IN LOVE IDIOTS: The cannot make one sentence out correctly to their crush. They try to be discreet but it never goes as plans - easily when other elves easily point it out. They are blushing mess trying to speak with you. Sometimes they try the way of becoming your secret admirer - trying to build up their courageous through sweet little notes it trinkets, before they try and confess to you. They will stumble and fall over their words - embarrassed and flustered - they might try and make a run for it but hold on to them please.

Lindir, Maeglin, Caranthir, Finarfin, Penlod, Amrod, Amras, Beleg, Cala, Lúthriel

THE CONFIDENT ONES: They can be real flirts - yes the smirking, winking, innuendo jokes and all. They are not ashamed or embarrassed to flirt with you - but rather confident in their feeling of wanting to make you theirs. They try and snatch you up fast too as they are afraid of others trying to whisk you away - the faster your heart belongs to them the better. They will make it very obvious they are interest in you so - except lots of PDA when trying to flirt with you, especially when you fall hard and fast.

Celegorm, Egalmoth, Elladan, Elrohir, Amrod, Amras, Glorfindel, Rog, Angrod, Valinor!Quildalótien

AFRAID TO FALL IN LOVE AGAIN: They are truly and utterly in love with you - but they are afraid of the feeling of love or falling in love again. Especially if you are a mortal - they either cannot give up their immortality and watch you pass away or gain mortality and leave behind their family - but if they are from a high rank family or already have children unfortunately they would need to choose the former and it the hardest choice they ever had to make. They are afraid of getting their heartbroken again - please cherish and love them for as long as you can. While crushing on you - they are very overprotective of you and thats how you will know - perhaps an argument breaks out where they have been bottling it all up. They need to know where you are all times to keep themselves sane too. Their overprotectiveness speaks for their lover for you. They are also afraid to put you in danger by being involved romantically with them.

Turgon, Caranthir, Elrond, Haldir, Nerdanel, Amrod, Celebrimbor, Fingolfin, Fingon, Post-Angband Maedhros, Ecthelion, Míriel, Dior, Beleg, Argon, Aegnor, Middle Earth!Quildalótien, Cóloniélë, Cala

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Rules

♡ nsfw and sfw (but nothing "questionable" like e.g. non-con, pedophilia, violence ...)

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♡ sometimes I won't answer right away, sometimes I will. It depends on how much time I have

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♡ also, only Interactions between reader and characters (both platonic and romantic is allowed)... no character x character

♡ no rings of power characters (because I haven't seen the show yet and won't be able to portrait them right)

♡ Characters:

Valar:

Yavanna, Oromë, Melkor, Nienna

Noldor:

Fëanor, Nerdanel, Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, Amras, Celebrimbor, Gil-Galad, Aredhel, Maeglin, Eärendil, Idril, Elenwë, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Lalwen, Findis, Indis, Míriel, Anairë, Earwen, Finrod, Argon, Celebrían, Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, Arwen, Finduilas

Sindar:

Luthien, Beleg, Nellas, Elwing

Other Elves:

Glorfindel, Erestor, Rog, Egalmoth, Haldir

Dwarves:

Thorin, Bofur, Kili, Fili

Humans:

Eowyn, Faramir, Boromir, Haleth

[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.

[doodle-pops]

Dating Someone Younger Than Them

☾ Characters: Maedhros, Fingon, Turgon, Finarfin, Beleg, Gwindor

☾ A/N: Been wanting to write a version for the Silm after I did one for Bleach. It was just perfect for our elves considering they’re ancient lol.

☾ Synopsis: When their mortal love calls them ‘old man’ and other ancient terms of endearment.

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︶꒦꒷Maedhros꒷꒦︶

➽ The first time you called him an old man, he just gave you a long, unimpressed stare, as if weighing whether it was even worth his time to respond. Then he sighed, rubbing his temples. “I have lived through the ruin of kingdoms, the fall of civilisations, and the wrath of Morgoth himself, and yet this is what finally tests my patience.”

➽ It became a game after that. You would drop an ‘old man’ comment in the middle of a conversation, and he would try to act as if he hadn’t heard it. The twitch in his jaw always gave him away.

➽ He never fully humours it, but he doesn’t ignore it either. If you push too far, he’ll turn it around with some impossibly poetic insult about your youth. “For one so new to this world, you have a remarkable talent for being insufferable.”

➽ If you ever say it in front of his brothers or anyone else, he will immediately deny you. “This is slander. I am not old.” Then he turns to the unfortunate bystander. “Do I look old?” If they hesitate for even a second, he’s going to be even more annoyed.

➽ He could handle the name-calling when it was just the two of you, but when you casually threw out a “Move faster, ancient one” in front of Elrond, Maedhros genuinely looked like he wanted to walk into a volcano all over again.

➽ When he’s deep in thought or strategising, you like to sit beside him and start listing the benefits of being old. “Wisdom, experience, a nice slow pace—” “I am not slow.” “Your reflexes might not be what they used to be.” “You’re welcome to test that theory, though I doubt you’d survive the lesson.”

➽ He tries to get back at you by calling you ‘child,’ but it never has the same sting because it’s factually correct. “Oh, what’s that, grandpa? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your joints creaking.” He looks like he’s regretting every life decision that led him to this moment.

➽ One day you asked him if he needed a walking stick, just to see his reaction. He didn’t even blink. “Perhaps I do. I can use it to beat you with.”

➽ He refuses to admit it, but he finds your antics mildly entertaining. It’s a welcome distraction from the heavy burden he always carries. If he didn’t enjoy your company, he wouldn’t tolerate you at all.

➽ There was one occasion when you woke up with a sore back from sleeping in an awkward position. The second you so much as winced, he was on you like a vulture. “What’s this? Ailing already? I thought only old men suffered from such things.”

➽ He once caught you whispering to one of the horses about “taking extra care of the old man,” and you have never known true fear until you turned and saw the way he was watching you from the doorway.

︶꒦꒷Fingon꒷꒦︶

➽ He takes it with absolute grace. The first time you called him an old man, he just burst out laughing. “Oh, is that how you see me? I’ll have you know, I am in my prime!”

➽ If anything, he started playing into it more than you did. You accused him of being old, so he leaned fully into it. He started dramatically pretending to mishear you like some ancient relic. “What was that?” he would say, cupping a hand to his ear. “Speak up, my hearing isn’t what it used to be!”

➽ If you say it in public, he just rolls with it. If someone asks how old he is, he’ll sigh wistfully. “I lost count after the first thousand years. But it is a heavy burden to be so ancient.” He then promptly challenges someone to a footrace just to prove he’s still in perfect shape.

➽ The first time you called him ‘old man’ in front of Turgon, the sheer look of delight on his brother’s face was enough to make Fingon immediately declare, “Okay. I will not stand for this slander around my siblings.”

➽ He does this annoying thing where if you ever complain about something even remotely difficult, he pats your head and says, “Ah, you young folk. So fragile, so untested by time.” It makes you want to fight him.

➽ You once jokingly suggested getting him a cane, and he immediately turned it into a whole thing. “Ah, a cane! Lovely! Now I can whack you each time you refuse to be nice to your old man.” You realised too late that you had given him an actual idea.

➽ When introducing him to new people, you would say things like, “This is Fingon. He’s about ten thousand years old. Probably met a few dinosaurs in his youth.”

➽ “There were no dinosaurs,” he said one day, rubbing his temples. “You don’t know that,” you shot back. “You’re old enough that you might’ve forgotten.” He had to physically restrain himself from throwing something.

➽ You tried to call him ‘grandfather’ once, just to mess with him, and he whacked you with the cane before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “Disrespectful children get carried off into the mountains, did you know?” He had you hanging there for a good five minutes before he let you down.

➽ He does have moments where he flips it on you. If you ever struggle with something, he’ll just fold his arms and shake his head. “Tsk, tsk. You youngsters, no stamina at all.” Then he walks off whistling, leaving you to yell after him.

➽ He keeps an actual tally of how many times you’ve called him old. Every time you say it, he smirks and says, “Ah, that’s another one. I believe we’re at…oh, at least a hundred now, and it’s only been a day.”

➽ Despite everything, he wouldn’t have it any other way. If anyone else had dared to mock him like this, he would have thrown hands. But you? You made eternity a little less lonely.

︶꒦꒷Turgon꒷꒦︶

➽ He is absolutely scandalised the first time you call him an old man. He stares at you as if you’ve just insulted his entire lineage. “Old? Old?” You’ve broken his brain.

➽ He cannot believe you would say such a thing to him. “I am in my prime!” He spends the next five minutes going over how elves don’t age like mortals. You nod along, taking none of it seriously.

➽ If you ever say it in court or around his people, he’ll pretend he didn’t hear you. If someone else reacts, he immediately dismisses it. “Do not humour them. They are young and foolish.”

➽ He’s far too serious about it. If you keep teasing him, he will launch into a lecture about the differences between elves and mortals, as if he genuinely thinks you might not understand. “Age, as you perceive it, does not apply to me in the same manner—” “Yes, yes, that’s what all old people say.” He looks like he wants to strangle you.

➽ You tried to give him a ‘wise old sage’ persona once, asking for ‘the wisdom of the ancients.’ He was not amused. “If you wish for my wisdom, then cease your foolishness.”

➽ He does get his revenge, though. If you ever ask for his help with anything, he tilts his head and says, “Ah, but I am an old man. Surely you would not ask such a burden of me?” Then he watches as you regret everything.

➽ He tries to turn it on you by calling you ‘child’ but ends up making himself sound even older. “You are but a mere infant in the grand scheme of things.” “Alright, grandfather.” He clenches his fists.

➽ You’ve tried to get others in on it, but most of his people are too respectful to join. Idril, however, betrayed him once by smirking and saying, “Well, you are older than the moon.” He was horrified.

➽ Still, you were insufferable about it when the mood was light. The time he hesitated for just a second before kneeling and you went, “Careful, old man, don’t throw out your back,” had him seriously considering revenge.

➽ You once dramatically gasped and pointed to a grey hair (it wasn’t grey, it was just the light hitting his hair in a certain way). He immediately went to check a mirror. You laughed for five minutes.

➽ If you ever try to help him stand up as if he’s frail, he will walk away without acknowledging you. But if you trip, he’s the first to say, “Ah, how clumsy youth can be.” You hate that he’s learning.

︶꒦꒷Finarfin꒷꒦︶

➽ He takes it with the patience of someone who has raised multiple hot-headed children and lived through millennia of nonsense. The first time you called him an old man, he just gave you a very calm look, folded his hands, and said, “Ah, so this is how we’re speaking to our elders now.”

➽ Every time he started waxing poetic about the past, you’d lean in and whisper, “Tell me, old man, what was it like when the world was flat?” just to watch his expression twitch.

➽ He tries to be above it, but the more you push, the more you can see that tiny flicker of exasperation in his eyes. “I do not feel old,” he tells you one day after you make some comment about him needing rest. “Then why do you sigh like a man who has carried the weight of time itself?” He does not respond with an answer.

➽ If you ever say it in front of others, especially his courtiers, he just offers a serene smile and responds in that terrifyingly diplomatic tone: “Yes, I am indeed quite old, and with that comes the wisdom to know when to ignore a foolish remark.”

➽ You sometimes get him gifts with ‘Number 1 Grandfather’ written on it, which makes him mentally age. “Got this for you while I was at the art shop. They had this as a giveaway gift. Thought of you,” you say with a brilliant smile. He secretly uses that item when you’re not looking.

➽ He won’t openly challenge you, but he gets his revenge in subtle ways. If you ever need his help, he pauses for a long moment and hums as if in deep thought. “Ah, but you just said I was an old man…surely, you would not burden me further?” He only helps once you’ve suffered enough.

➽ You tried to make it worse by referring to him as ‘grandfather,’ thinking you’d finally get a real reaction. He only smiled and said, “Ah, then I expect you to act with the respect due to one’s grandsire.” You lost that round instantly.

➽ If you ever ask if he remembers something from thousands of years ago, he gives you an almost pitying look. “My dear, I was there when the Two Trees shone in all their glory. This event you speak of? It is recent history to me.” You can’t even argue.

➽ He once overheard you talking to a servant about how he was probably the type to grunt when sitting down. The next time he lowered himself into a chair, he made a point of doing it completely silently while staring directly at you.

➽ You once got overly confident and teased him about ‘his old man hands’ when he reached for something. He just slowly raised his eyebrows and then gestured for you to hand him a sword. “If you wish to test them, we may spar.” You swiftly remembered that he was, in fact, a Noldorin warrior.

➽ When he catches you struggling with something, like carrying too many things at once, he doesn’t say a word. He just watches, waiting for the inevitable. When you drop something, he finally hums. “Ah, youth. So full of energy, yet so lacking in foresight.”

︶꒦꒷Beleg꒷꒦︶

➽ The first time you called him an old man, he just stared at you for a moment and then burst out laughing. “Old? Me? My dear, I can still outrun and outfight you before breakfast.” And he proves it, too.

➽ He is the absolute worst about it because he finds it hilarious. If you bring it up, he immediately goes into an exaggerated act of being ancient. “Ah, my weary bones, my tired limbs! The years have been so cruel to me!” He says this while effortlessly stringing his bow.

➽ If you ever suggest that he needs rest due to his ‘age,’ he takes it as a personal challenge. “Oh? Do I seem tired to you?” And then he drags you on a full-day hunt through the wilds, moving like an unstoppable force while you suffer.

➽ He gets back at you by constantly referring to himself as a ‘wise elder’ and you as an ‘inexperienced youth.’ If you struggle with something, he leans against a tree and sighs. “Ah, I remember my younger days, when I too was reckless and foolish.

➽ Sometimes, it backfires like when you’re hunting together and request that he assist or carry you. “You would not make such a request of your elderly? I am but a fragile old man—weary are my bones. You, my dear, should carry me instead.”

➽ You tried to get Túrin in on it once, but the clueless man actually believed you and started treating Beleg with exaggerated concern. Beleg had to sit him down and explain that no, he was not, in fact, on the brink of death.

➽ He once let you tie a ‘wise old sage’ beard onto his face just for fun. He wore it for exactly ten minutes before it got in the way of shooting an arrow.

➽ His patience was legendary, but you had a way of testing it in ways no one else could. Like when he was lost in thought, you would ruin the moment by poking his cheek and saying, “Careful, old man, if you frown any harder, your wrinkles might become permanent.”

➽ If you ever call him old in front of other elves, he leans into it. “Yes, indeed, I am ancient,” he says dramatically. “I have seen centuries of battle, and yet I still find myself suffering through this torment.” He gestures at you with exaggerated despair.

➽ He once saw you rubbing your shoulder after a long day and immediately smirked. “Oh, what’s this? Are you aching? How terrible! I thought only old men suffered such things.” He enjoys payback too much.

➽ You tried to call him ‘fossil’ once, thinking you could win the game. He immediately scooped you up and ran at full speed through the trees until you begged for mercy.

➽ He never lets you forget that, compared to him, you are essentially a newborn. “I remember when you were not even a thought in the world,” he tells you cheerfully.” Meanwhile, I was already legendary.” You groan.

︶꒦꒷Gwindor (Pre-Angbang)꒷꒦︶

➽ He reacts like you’ve just struck him with an arrow the first time you say it. “Old? Old?” He looks personally betrayed.

➽ He immediately tries to defend himself. “I am hardly old! If anything, I am in the prime of my years!” You nod solemnly. “Yes, denial is common among the elderly.” He groans.

➽ He actually gets concerned the first time you say it. “Do I look old?” He immediately checks his reflection. If you don’t reassure him, he starts overthinking it.

➽ When he realises you’re just teasing him, he starts throwing it back at you in the most dramatic ways. If you ever complain about anything, he sighs. “Ah, such struggles of youth. You will understand in time.”

➽ He’s the type to get flustered if you say it in public. If someone overhears and laughs, he immediately tries to explain himself. “This is slander! I am not old!”

➽ He tried to retaliate once by calling you ‘youngling’ in the most patronising tone possible, but you just blinked at him and went, “So you admit it. You’re old. Practically dust. Thank you for your honesty.” He has never attempted it again.

➽ You once left a walking stick outside his tent as a joke. He picked it up, twirled it in his hands, and then used it to trip you. “Ah, it seems this old man still has some skill.” You regretted everything.

➽ He doesn’t take it too seriously, but there is one thing that gets to him: the reminder that time moves differently for you. “One day, you will be gone, and I will remain,” he says quietly one night. You feel a little bad, but then he sighs dramatically. “Then again, perhaps by then, I will be an old man.” He always finds a way to joke about it.

➽ He once caught you massaging your hands after writing for too long and immediately smirked. “Oh? Are your hands aching? Perhaps you, too, are ageing faster than you thought?” You wanted to throw something at him.

➽ If you ever try to claim he’s losing his edge, he challenges you to a duel on the spot. He fights with all the skill of a seasoned warrior and does not go easy on you. By the end of it, you’re the one exhausted, and he just grins. “It seems this old man still has some strength left.”

➽ He gets extra petty about it. If you ever ask him to carry something for you, he makes a show of pretending to struggle. “Oh, my weak, ancient limbs! Alas, I can barely hold such weight!” Then he immediately lifts it with ease.

➽ You tried to ‘help’ him up once when he was sitting on the ground. He just raised an eyebrow and yanked you down instead. “If I must suffer, so must you.”

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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

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[mur4sak1]

What might be the Pokemon of the elves of the silmarillion? (part 2)

The arts are not mine, the credit goes to these wonderful artists.

A/N: Hi everyone, welcome to part two. I hope you like it! (Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3)

Characters: Glorfindel, Nerdanel, Eöl, Argon, Beleg, Aredhel

Glorfindel: Braviary

"Braviary are very fearless Pokémon who fight relentlessly and fearfully. They are very courageous, as their classification as a "Brave Pokémon" suggests. They take pride in fighting and will not hesitate to protect their family and friends. The more scars a Braviary has, the more respected it is by the flock." The description already speaks for itself, but there is another reason that pushed me to see these two souls connected by a deeper bond: the death of Glorfindel. When the elf was dragged by the hair by the dying Balrog into the ravine, it was Thorondor, the king of eagles, who recovered his corpse in the narrative. But what if in another universe it had been his pokemon? His pokemon with the appearance of an eagle that is very capable of moving between wind currents? HIS pokemon that swooped down to save his body? Yes, in a final gesture of respect, it would be Braviary himself who would offer eternal glory to the one he had fought with for years…

Nerdanel: Kangaskhan

"Kangaskhans feed their cubs, and other Kangaskhans, but if anyone tries to touch or harm the cubs, the mother will ferociously attack the person who tries to hurt the cub. When its mother performs a move or pose, the cub may imitate her actions. To avoid crushing the cub, it always sleeps standing up." The thoughtfulness given to pokemon, exactly like Nerdanel. It must have been difficult raising 7 children, especially with a husband as stubborn and impulsive as Fëanor. Despite everything, the woman never stopped trying to instill in her children the values of balance and wisdom that she herself had learned from her father Mahtan. However, as often happens for those with such a big heart, the pain of separation and her family's poor choices weighed on her. Nerdanel, just like a Kangaskhan who sees her cub wandering away, suffered immensely as she watched her children follow their father towards a dark and tragic destiny, unable to stop them. Yet, although he could not always protect them from the consequences of their actions, his love and concern for them never wavered.

Eöl: Mimikyu

“Mimikyu feels very alone and wants to be loved by people just like Pikachu is, so he covers himself with a puppet of his so as not to scare people and other Pokémon when he tries to make friends.” I don't think the meeting between Mimikyu and Eöl was "meant" to happen. As its description says, Mimikyu is a pokemon that feels alone, useless and worthless... it would do anything to be loved, even turning a blind eye to many injustices in order to establish a relationship worthy of being called such with someone. For his part, the dark elf certainly doesn't shine with compassion and respect. We all know the terrible actions he has done, and among these, enchanting Aredhel to force her to stay by his side would certainly be the worst. In fact, Mimikyu could no longer bear the burden of "indulging" such violence and his desire was to get away. But there was one thing that held him back: Aredhel herself. The elf woman was so sweet and kind to him that running away and leaving her in the hands of that being to whom he had given all his trust made him suffer. He therefore decides not to leave, but to do everything he can to make her experience that torture as lightly as possible.

Beleg: Decidueye

"He is usually very calm, but if caught off guard he becomes agitated in confusion. When he needs to miss his target, Decidueye pulls the vines of his hood, so as to reduce the opening and aim better." For Beleg, being an infallible archer, Decidueye would be the perfect companion. Together they would efficiently fill the role of "protectors of Doriath's borders", obtaining countless merits from Thingol. Unlike the elf, the Pokemon would be much more rigid towards its task; Decideueye is proud and very hard on himself, not allowing any mistakes, and this tension would cause him a lot of pressure. In fact, he would spend much of his time flying in the skies scanning for possible dangers and intervening even before a blink of an eye can be done. Upon Beleg's death at the hands of Turin, Decidueye would lose every ounce of compassion his companion had taught him. He developed an immense hatred towards the man... he wanted to kill him and make him feel all the pain he was capable of for having deprived him of his best friend, but he couldn't, Beleg wouldn't have wanted it... He therefore swore to himself that he would do everything to make him feel the weight of his actions, watching over him as Death does with the damned.

Argon: Drilbur/Excadrill

“Drilbur are very calm Pokémon, however they are also very determined Pokémon that spend much of their time burrowing underground.” This pokemon, THIS POKEMON would be the salvation of all the elves who attempted to cross the Helcaraxë. After Fëanor's abandonment, survival in such a hostile environment was almost impossible. Cold, ice, scarce supplies and little hope, all elements that profoundly affected the spirit of the desolate. But in a now completely darkened tunnel, the light was opened by a small pokemon in the shape of a mole, who, thanks to his powerful claws and an imperturbable spirit, allowed an easier march towards the Beleriand. And it was precisely during one of these moments that Drillbull evolved into Excadrill, just as a very young elf understood that the world was much harsher than he dreamed of.

Aredhel: Absol

"He almost never comes into contact with humans, but when he does he is never appreciated due to his bad reputation. He has been hunted for a long time, thinking that if he removed Absol from it, catastrophes could end in a place." A part of me wants to believe that Aredhel is defined as "the white lady" precisely because of her bond with such a labeled pokemon which, it pains me to say, will give her an even darker fate. In the silence of the veiled forest, Aredhel stopped, without knowing why. A white shadow emerged from the trees: Absol. No fear, no hesitation. Only a silent understanding, a bond as old as destiny itself. Two wandering souls, united not by reason, but by an invisible, inevitable call. Absol couldn't explain why, but Aredhel carried something with her—something he needed to know. A dark, inescapable feeling hovered around her, and when he met Eöl, Absol knew that was the sign that had drawn him towards her. He didn't follow her, he didn't hold her back, but he remained nearby, watchful in the shadows, like a silent guardian. He watched her from afar, as if he could protect her, yet nothing could stop fate. Without meaning to, Aredhel had left a shadow on Absol that did not belong to him. People began to fear him, to avoid him, to whisper his name with contempt. It was said that he was the one who brought misfortune on the White Lady, that his presence had sealed her fate. Thus, once again, Absol became the face of a fault that was not his, condemned to wander alone, the blameless specter of a fate already written.

[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.

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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.”

[vibratingskull]

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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