#caranthir imagine

[doodle-pops]

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Caranthir x reader

Request: Can I request a fic for Caranthir where our lovely red bean is feeling insecure about his appearance and reader (wife maybe?) reassures him? It could be a mix of fluff and smut, with body worship and lot of love, if you like the idea. Reader would be tracing his freckles with soft touches and kisses and Cara would have no idea how to react, he would feel really insecure at first, but he would finally relent and let his beloved show him just how much she loves him and his beautiful body. In the end I think he would cry and maybe try to return the favor? Or keep cuddling her? Just any way to make her see that he loves her just as much. Hope this is not too confusing, sorry. - Anon

A/N: I chose to omit the smut, though it is hinted that he and reader were intimate before the focused scene. I wanted to write something extremely soft between them accepting their love for each other.

Warnings: nudity but you have to squint real hard to notice, just a soft reassuring moment with Caranthir, fluff and comfort

Words: 1.2k

Synopsis: You spend a quiet moment with Caranthir, expressing your appreciation towards his beauty marks.

Eyes facing star-like patterns and finger following to recreate the motion of your eyes, you drew circles, curled lines and flowers in between, morphing the freckled stars into an even more beautiful masterpiece. Thankfully, your sleeping husband was a deep sleeper to grant you the opportunity to perform your silly little moments as you showed his skin in adoration. It was better when he was asleep than awake; the tickles were never-ending, furthermore, getting him to remove his shirt other than intimate moments was impossible. So taking the chance, you dipped your finger closer to his waistline and dragged it across his lower back, then up the other side waving your finger about.

At the same time, he exhaled and released a series of mumblings before slipping into a deeper slumber. Releasing a breath you were also holding, you smiled at his peaceful state and moved your hands to push his hand out his face before nuzzling his nose and planting a few kisses at the tip before travelling lower, covering his cheeks, shoulders, and back in an abundance of kisses. Even the faint angry red lines received some love even though the creation was because of love. Smiling into the kisses as you covered his back, once you reached his cluster of stars near his hipbone, you planted a longer kiss at the end and rested your head against it.

It was moments like these when you were able to express your appreciation freely and easily towards his beauty. Moments when he wouldn’t fuss and resist, complaining about what others thought when he missed the point of your words and intentions. Fighting to make him see that he should learn to ignore others and trust in you was a work in progress, one you weren’t ready to give up so easily yet.

“Have you finished your artwork, painter?” His groggy, morning voice was the epitome of deep and savoury. It sounded the way caramel tasted.

Jolting at the suddenness of his voice, you laughed into his warm skin causing him to squirm slightly and roll away from your touch. This only caused you to reach your hand out to snatch him by his butt, giving them loving pats each before squeezing. Caranthir’s immediate response was to roll away as far as he could, shouting about your indecency this early morning.

“You know I can’t help it, love. When my eyes fall on something so beautiful, it is impossible to not touch it. I must admire,” you purred as you rose to your knees, crawling over, plopping at his side to down, and resting your foreheads against one another.

Despite the closeness informing him that you were up to no good this morning, he fell for your trick, getting lost in your eyes and presence to ignore the sensation of your hands trailing over his abdomen. He resisted the urge to squirm away from your touch, instead, sucking in his stomach which only fuelled your dedication.

“You can deny my touch as much as you want, but you admit that you enjoy it,” you murmured against his lips and observed how his lashes fluttered as your fingers traced the rest of his freckles across his pectorals and abdomen. Sensitive areas he ensured that were heavily covered and at first, avoided your touch believing that you would find it disgusting. Never had he been so wrong upon the first contact of your delicate fingers on his skin. It was now he understood why they were sensitive, and you helped him to love those blotches on his skin even more.

“Whoever said anything about denying your touch, melda,” he purred and leaned in to brush his lips against yours. His forest green eyes softened as they gazed into yours, silently asking for you to stop teasing and kiss his lips.

“Your stomach,” you giggled and dipped your finger down his abs, stopping right above his V-line. “Stop moving it in and let me touch you properly.”

“Perhaps it is that I am ticklish.” Finally leaning in, he managed to score a gentle peck to your lower lips since you chose to pull away and smirk.

Folding your legs under your body, you perched your hands on your thighs and arched your brow. The smirk still danced upon your lips as you gave them a lick, followed by a bite. “You weren’t ticklish last night when I was showering you with my devoted love and affection. In fact, you enjoyed my touch.”

“And I thank you for that, melda.” He sat up against the headboard, pulling the sheet around his waist and crossing his arms. “You have made me feel a whole lot better. Thank you for your care.”

Immediately, your eyes softened, and your smirk morphed into tenderness. His state of being yesterday left you uneasy after reminders of his appearance resurfaced. Regardless, you were pleased as his spouse to be gifted with the ability to nurture his wounds and heal them through your compassion and admiration. While your presence was enough to heal, the extra wish for your touch coupled with praises patched up his scars and helped them fade. The only thing left to do was find the courtesans and give them a solid piece of your mind…and fist behind your Lord’s back.

Scooting closer to caress his cheeks, you leaned him to properly kiss his lips. “Anytime you need me, I’ll be there to remind you of your worth and beauty. I love everything about you, Moryo—don’t ever forget that and allow others to influence your mind. Everything about you is an artwork I love, and I would be willing to show you all over again if you’ll let me.”

“You never fail to amaze me with the way I appear in your eyes. I find it impossible to believe that I could look as captivating as you consider me.”

“Is that not the same thing with me? When you tell me that I’m beautiful and to trust in you, don’t you want me to?”

He didn’t open his mouth to reply, yet the knowing smile on his lips answered the question.

“See. We’re in the same boat when it comes to convincing each other of our beautiful image, and if we want it to work, then you have to believe me as I will believe you,” you added while rocking in your seated position. “Trust my words, there’s nothing I don’t like about you.”

He remained quiet, pondering and calculating his following sequence of actions to reply to your statement. Not an elf of many words, but rather relying on his actions, he chose to lean into your shoulder. Slowly nuzzling his face into your skin, breathing in your scent that calmed him in waves, his arms followed to encircle your waist and pull you into him. The lazy tracing on your hipbone from his thumb, languid intake of breaths and cat-like nuzzling into your neck, all spoke one particular response from him, he was grateful.

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"They say all your brothers are beautiful, Carnistir, but you are the most beautiful of them all, neber forget that!" you said and gave Caranthir a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Grabbing your hand before you could run off, he tugged you into his chest and encircled his arms around your waist. Peering down at you, he hooked his finger under your chin and pecked your forehead. “You are far too kind, melda. You are a rare gem in my life.”

[eunoiaastralwings]

Caranthir accidentally losing his anger on You

featuring caranthir x reader

fandom tolkien — the silmarillion

warnings mental health, emotions, anger issues, angry Caranthir, crying reader and Cara

a/n i have not updated or worked on requests in a long time. not too well - at the moment, so i worked on some feels. I have read and written so many fics and headcanons on Cara being able to keep his cool with his lover/spouse - but what is he could not? What is he accidentally loses his anger on you too? - I mean emotions are still emotions and sometimes the spiral out of control. . . so. . .there is my feels. . .

Caranthir seemed to already be in a bad mood today. Usually - your teasing or affection would melt it away - but today it was suddenly different as you leaned in and teased him.

“Someone looks grumpy too.”

You were going to give him a quick peck on his lips - but suddenly he moved away with an unimpressed face, muttering something under his breath taking a swing of his wine.

His gaze turned away from you.

You can see there’s something on his mind and there’s definitely something wrong.

“Do not, Y/N. . .” 

He suddenly snaps at you in an irritated tone. 

His whole body tenses up - his dark eyes turning down to his glass in an effort to avoid looking at you.

Saying you were surprised in his actions and words was a far fetch, usually your lover wasn’t like this. Usually, he craved your attention - as it brought him peace and quiet, a loving embrace - during his times like these.

You frowned at his behavior looking a little worried.

“Cara. . .what's wrong?” 

You said - placing your small lithe hand on his.

His hands were so big compared to yours.

“It’s nothing.” 

Caranthir replies curtly - his sharp dark eyebrows raised in a confused look. He doesn’t even look at you as he speaks.

“It’s nothing serious - don’t worry” 

He also quickly adds - almost as a reflex to your worried look. 

He sighs silently and takes another sip out of his glass as he leans back and stares up at the ceiling -  avoiding any eye contact with you, his lover.

“Caranthir. . . melda, I definitely know there's something wrong. . .” 

You frowned - your voice in a worried tone.

"Talk to me, Cara. . ." 

You said softly - scooting closer to him on the couch.

“I said! - there’s nothing wrong!”

Caranthir suddenly shouts. 

He turns around and glares at you - his dark eyes he inherited from his grandmother, the great seamstress Míriel Þerindë, filled with anger as he grits his teeth. 

He stands up and turns towards her.

“I shall give you one chance, beloved. Drop it now.”

Caranthir says sternly as he steps closer to you - his fists clenched and his back slightly arched. 

His expression is dark -  his whole presence intimidating and frightening. You‘ve never seen him like this before.

You flinched back - your eyes wide at his sudden angry outburst.

Your breath hitched your throat for a second - scared of his current behavior.

He stares at you with angry eyes, his expression stern and threatening as he waits for you to drop it. 

His nostrils flare.

His fists still clenched and his muscles tensed. 

It seems he’s on the edge of losing his control. 

You can see his eyes are filled with nothing but rage - and the urge to fight, although you can’t see anything triggering that change of his behavior. 

Whatever it is, he clearly doesn’t want you to talk about it - at least not now. . .perhaps he was trying to protect you from it. . .whatever it may be - but currently he needs to protect you from his anger.

You felt her eyes prick with tears - and you slowly blinked away, as you looked away. Your eyes are just on your hands on your lap now.

“Good.”

Caranthir grunts as you stop asking. 

His eyes remain dark and threatening as he watches you silently - his breathing slowly and heavily with anger. 

Caranthir is still standing close to you and you notice he clenches his fists harder - causing his knuckles to turn white.

 He doesn’t look away from you and his face is still hard -  the look in his eyes filled with anger.

You wanted to ask again - but you kept yourself quiet and didn't say or ask anything. You did feel like crying though. . .

You felt like crying so bad - so you got up off the couch and turned to walk away from him.

Caranthir’s dark eyes don’t leave you as you stand  up and turn around - his face still hard and angry as he watches you leave. 

He remains completely still as he looks at you leaving, gritting his teeth before he finally moves again.

Caranthir is angry at himself for losing his control so badly. 

He hates himself for making you feel bad. 

He takes a deep breath - calming himself down and tries to control himself as he moves towards his desk to get a new glass of wine. 

He slowly sits down and takes another sip - as he thinks about what just happened.

You were in your chambers.

You had closed the door behind you - before you climbed into bed and just cried silently.

Caranthir was taking another sip out of his wine - his mind occupied with guilt and anger towards himself. 

He can’t believe he treated you like that. 

He’s disgusted at himself and he doesn’t even notice the time passing. 

After a while though - he realizes that it’s getting late and he finishes the rest of his bottle, before getting up and walking to your bedroom to find his lover there, silent and crying.

Caranthir’s heart sinks as he sees you crying in your bed - his guilt taking over him as he sits down on the bed next to you.

You heard Caranthir come in. 

Your face was buried in your pillow. 

You tried to stop your silent cries altogether. You felt the side of the bed dip as he sat down. 

You didn't say a word to him. 

You didn't feel like talking either -  so you just stayed completely still.

He sighs as he sits there in silence next to you in your bed. 

His guilt eats him alive as he watches you -  feeling horrible about what he did. 

Caranthir takes a deep breath as his eyes focus on you - his gaze full of worry and concern.

“Meldanya? Are you alright?”

Caranthir asks - wiping his fingers through your hair to comfort you.

His voice now softer, a complete contrast to how he was earlier. He sounded caring and loving - the Caranthir you knew.

You didn't respond. 

When he ran his fingers softly through your hair you did tense a little and just hid your face deeper into her pillow and gently fitting the pillow cover.

Caranthir sighs as he sees you tense up. 

His expression softens even more as he tenderly takes your shoulder and gently turns you around to face him -  looking down at you with soft dark eyes. 

“Talk to me, melda. . .please. . .” 

- he pleads quietly. 

His voice is full of concern, making sure you know youcan talk to him about anything. 

Caranthir moves his fingers slowly and gently through your hair - his breath in your ear quiet and warm. 

He stares at you with his calming dark eyes - trying to reassure you everything is fine.

Your eyes were still teary and cheeks still strained with dried tears. 

You looked into his eyes for a second before you turned your head away, ready to turn yourself away from him again too.

“Melda. . .mecin. . .” (please).

Caranthir pleaded with you - his voice desperate. 

He prevented you from turning around.

Caranthir placed his head on your forehead lovingly - trying to hold you close.

It was only when something wet landed on your cheek, did you realize your beloved elf was crying.

Your heart broke seeing the pained and guilted expression on his face - with his eyes shut.

“Nanye nairea. . .” (I’m sorry).

He whispered, pained.

You sighed - ready to break with a fresh round of tears seeing him look so pained and guilt ridden.

You gently placed a hand on his cheek - stroking his cheek softly and wiping away anymore stray tears from your lover’s face.

Caratnhir suddenly relaxes under your touch.

 His expression slowly softens as he takes a deep breath.

A shaky exhale left his lungs as he tried not to cry. 

He closes his eyes for a second - taking another shaky breath and he opens them again, looking down at you with his normal soft dark eyes.

The eyes that looked like the dark sky of the night showing stars.

“I‘m here. . .”

 He mumbles - like a promise. 

His expression is calm and he seems relieved - but also sad.

There’s  guilt written all over Carathir’s face as he stares back at you.

“Áva. . .- ávatyara ni, mecin?” (Forgive me, please).

 Caranthir asks slowly - his voice still softer than before. 

His brows are raised with concern - his expression comforting yet worried. 

He leans his head into your hand as you hold him - his whole body slowly relaxing. 

Caranthir doesn’t look threatening at all anymore like he was earlier - but he does look exhausted. 

It’s only now really showing that he’s really exhausted.

You sighed - wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he quietly cried into your neck - his body shaking.

“Melda. . .I’m here, Cara. . .” 

You whispered - shushing him gently and caressing his hair and back as you comforted your troubled lover.

Once Caranthir pulls away from your neck - you rest his forehead atop of your forehead and slowly closes your eyes again, caressing his cheeks.

He stares into your beautiful eyes - his heart melting at the sight of you. At the sight and the feeling of your foreheads touching - he can’t help but let out a soft and content sigh as he closes his eyes as well, taking a deep breath. 

Your caresses are pleasing and calming - the way you hold your face against his is also calming - and this is exactly what he needed. 

It feels so peaceful in that moment - it feels almost like the moment is freezing, like it‘s so still. . . all he can hear is your soft breaths against each other.

In that soft moment you chose to tenderly press your lips against his lips too.

Your lips touching are soft and gentle - almost like a kiss from heaven. 

His breath catches in his throat as your lips touch his lips.

Caranthir’s heart melting once again.

He takes a deep breath and kisses you back - soft and caring, your lips pressing softly against each other. 

It‘s so peaceful and beautiful, it‘s so perfect. . .the softness of your lips against each other - the warmth of their breath against each other, the smell of your hair. . .

Caranthir can‘t explain how much he loves you. . .

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi M! Hope I manage to slide this request in on time, may I request Caranthir x reader [AFAB] (if you're writing for the elves) with the bondage prompt for kinktober? Looking forward to lots of spice for kinktober ;)

"The vow"

Pairing: Caranthir x Fem. Reader (human/second person POV) | Location: Forests of Thargelion

Themes: Smut (Lemon/graphic)

Warnings: Brief mention of injuries | Explicit language | Bondage (hands and arms) | Kissing | Sex in a tent | Dirty talk | Rough sex | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Summary: Caranthir makes a vow to his significant other, something which is quite rare for him.

Word count: 1.1K words

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

The strips were freshly woven wool. They were strong and yet soft at the same time. 

They had been wound around your wrists and arms, keeping them in place. It was how Caranthir liked it—having you bound, your body completely open to his whim and pleasure. 

Tonight, there was no exception. The tent rustled softly against the wind that swept through the camp, fallen leaves lifting and swirling around the dying embers of a great pit fire. Inside, it was still warm. A brazier was lit, its dim, flickering light throwing shadows all over Caranthir's ruddy skin.

"You must remain silent, my love," Caranthir commanded in a hushed tone. You had moaned, deep and long and throaty. He was certain the sound carried beyond the tent. "Or the others will hear."

He then reconsidered his command. Why did it matter if the sounds of shared pleasures drifted beyond the boundaries of the tent you had come to share with him? The two of you were bound to each other. Not just in flesh, but in spirit as well. The others knew. His brothers knew. They did not necessarily approve of this cleaving to one another before sacred vows had been exchanged, but they knew. 

Another moan parted your lips. "You ask for the impossible, my love, and you know it."

Caranthir laughed. "Then I should find another way to silence you."

"I thought you already had a way to silence me."

"Oho! Is that the way of it? Very well. I will make use of that little trick of mine some other time. Am I hurting you?"

He was not. Caranthir had been exceedingly gentle as always. It amazed you how an elf as fiery-tempered as the one who sired him could be so gentle at the same time. 

"You are not, my love." Skin slapped against skin when his thighs struck yours, unleashing sparks that turned to flame, setting you ablaze from within. "But I am not certain if I could... Oh, my stars!"

He pulled on the bindings around your wrists and thrust deep, finding the secret place that gave you nothing but the most indescribable bliss. Caranthir had a good grip on your hip and your hands. His legs rested over yours. It stopped you from squirming too much. You enjoyed it, submitting to his will. You turned your head to the side, a little away from your pillow. It was all the better then. 

"Good." Caranthir stopped. He leaned down ever so briefly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "And when Rána is at its brightest, I will make good on my vow. I will take you to wife, with my kin and our followers as witnesses. I will not be like that fool, Aegnor. I will not give you up, as he did Andreth. I love you, and you are mine."

"And I cannot wait for that day," you reply without even a moment's reflection. Reflection was not needed. Not now. Not after everything the two of you had endured together. "I love you, Morifinwë."

His eyes slowly filled with tears. They were welcome tears, a sign of his joy. A hand callused by years of fighting and sword use skimmed over your belly. It made you shiver. He pulled out of you, turned you onto your back, and entered you again. Caranthir moved, slowly and gently this time, his hand resting on your cheek. He repeated a pledge he once made when the two of you lay beneath an inky black sky, with nothing but the stars as witnesses. 

"Flesh of two, joined as one. Bound in spirit. Bound in body. Bound beneath the light of the stars. Bound for all days, till the end of all days. Perhaps, if the great ones are willing, even beyond that."

You repeated his words, your breath nothing more than quickening gasps. It was as if you had been running. Caranthir panted. He whispered sweet obscenities in your ear—the kind one should not expect to hear from an elf of such high birth. 

“I enjoy nothing more than looking into your eyes while I fuck you.”

“I cannot get enough of how eager you are to submit to me like this, letting me use that glorious body of yours however I see fit.”

“I know I urged you to be quiet before, but now I yearn to hear you cry out my name when I take you over the cliff.”

He leaned down and kissed you. His skin smelled of the cold, clean air and the fields he loved to ride in. His name came so easily to you. Morifinwë. Morifinwë. Morifinwë. It was like a song for his ears alone. He was now ceaseless, his mouth parting in a strangled cry. It triggered something hot and sweet—a gathering that spread just beneath your skin. His name left your lips again, now ragged, desperate, and hungry. Caranthir sated it, making you soar, taking you higher and higher until you cried out, loudly and without shame. Then he let himself go with a low groan, his entire body quivering violently before it slowly went still. He shuddered, his spend spilling freely after one last, powerful thrust. 

The world beyond the tent was still quiet, save for the sudden, sharp gasps of chilling wind. Caranthir took a deep, steadying breath and drew back, then laid you down on the pelts that served as a feather bed. He undid your bindings. The painful, abrupt rush of blood made you yelp. He rubbed your arms to soothe you.

"Do these still hurt?" He asked. 

Your gaze skimmed over the ugly scars that served as a visible reminder of the nightmarish orc raid that nearly claimed your life. 

"Not anymore." Your sigh of relief rose from the tips of your toes when Caranthir ran his hands down trembling limbs, taking great care not to be too rough or fast. It made you feel so pampered. "I just cannot bear to look at them."

It was one Caranthir loathed above all—how he could not take the scars away. "I do not love you any less for it," he returned, dipping his head to kiss a scar that cut across your shoulder. "But I will see what else I can do."

"It does not matter," you reply. Caranthir had done so much for you already. It was another aspect of him that surprised you—the lengths he was willing to go to make sure you were well and happy. "You having done all that you could already is enough for me."

Caramthir smiled—really smiled. He stayed awake, content to watch while you curled into him and slept. 

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Ok I really loved your fic: Oialëa. It has to be the best x human stories I’ve seen. I was wondering if it was possible for a part 2? Like maybe it’s the next day after she returned and how things go down with Caranthir’s family?

Oialëa - Caranthir x human!reader Part II

Word count: 5k

Summary: The day after her return, Y/N and Carnistir find themselves dealing with the aftermath.

Tags: Angst, fluff.

Author's note: Whoops, this turned out much longer than anticipated. I've had this in my drafts for quite some time, but writers block really made it difficult to finish it😮‍💨 I'm contemplating on adding a final part about their encounter with Fëanor, would y'all be interested in that? You can find part one here.

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Y/N had always been afraid of the dark.

Darkness, which was so relentless, unpredictable and downright terrifiying. Darkness, which had left her helpless and had threatened her life countless times. Darkness, which almost succeded in taking away every last ounce of strength and perseverance left in her body, had it not been for the silver band on her right index finger. The band that served as a constant reminder to hold on. To return to him. 

And it was this very band that had made her remember how there could be comfort in darkness, that it was not just this frightening sphere of nothingness, swallowing people whole and luring them into a dimension filled with their deepest, most haunting fears and secrets, stripping them of their ability to think rationally and having them become nothing but a hollow, paralyzed shell of who they once were. There was comfort in darkness. That was what Y/N had realized upon her anxious eyes falling on her ring. There had to be. 

Darkness, which manifested itself in his raven hair, his freckles, the bags underneath his bright eyes after a long day’s work. Darkness, in the intensity of his gaze, in the softness of his tunic. 

Darkness, in his body shielding her from the sunlight that was beginning to stream through the windows in their bedchamber on this quiet morning.

She awoke, hidden away in his chest, wrapped in his welcoming arms and scent. In the warmth of his darkness, which was casted all around her like a protective spell.

He was awake. She felt it in the way his breaths were timed, the way his hold on her loosened just the slightest bit upon her return to the waking world. Blinking, she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was safe. With him. 

Was she? 

The breath that she drew made him stir and she felt his eyes on her in an instant. They remained quiet, perceiving the break of day, perceiving each other. His fingers finding their way into her messy hair brought her into consciousness at once, and she found herself focusing in on the way he twirled a strand inbetween them, and the slight tension on her scalp emerging from this delicate movement. 

She was here. With him. 

He had been with her, watching her sleep all night. Watching over her like a hawk, never once leaving her side. While she knew that the Eldar did not necessarily sleep like the Edain did, his commitment to be with her for hours on end, with nothing to do except holding her suddenly hit a nerve. She could not find a plausible explanation, seeing as he would lay with her every night and that this was no extraordinary situation, but she felt tears pooling in her eyes. And when she lifted her head to meet his gaze, the pure love emitting from his grey orbs made it wash over her like the enormous waves crashing against the western shore.

She was safe. 

Love was swiftly replaced by concern upon the arrival of her tears, and Carnistir’s eyes scanned her still puffy face, frantically searching for any indicator of pain or discomfort. 

"Melmenya, what is it?" He asked, softly. 

They sat up, white silk blankets pooling around them like the ocean reflecting Telperion’s light on a warm summer night. His hand rose to touch her cheek, gently tracing the lines on her skin which her pillow had lovingly left as a souvenir of a good night’s rest. 

Y/N was quiet. Quiet as the tears streaming down her face, quiet as Carnistir, patiently waiting for her to gather herself as not to pry and overwhelm her even more. The moment his hand had come into contact with her cheek, she had nuzzled into him and proceeded to wrap her hands around his wrist.

He was here. 

A single sob left her dry mouth, followed by three words that pulled at the raven haired prince’s heartstrings. 

"You’re really here." 

His lips descended upon her forehead with urgence. "Where else would I be?" 

They remained like this for quite some time, him caressing her face and whispering sweet nothings to her until Y/N had somewhat composed herself to move and sit by the bedside instead, burying her toes into the carpet to her feet, sipping on the glass of water her One had brought her in the meantime to soothe her throat. 

Carnistir was watching her intently, sitting shoulder to shoulder with her, drinking in every movement she made. It seemed surreal to him, this vision that he had grown so accustomed to being nothing but a figment of his desperate imagination trying to hold on to the memory of her, now existing in his presence again as if nothing had happened. As if she had never left. As if he had never danced so close to the edge a mere night ago. 

When she got up to dress herself was when he noticed some changes in her behavior. Where she would usually take her time choosing her clothing for the day, rambling on about her plans for the day and looking at herself in the mirror until every detail about her attire fit to her liking, something about her seemed different. She moved swiftly, like her time would run out if she didn’t. Her steps, now silent and almost careful, shoulders tense. That was when he felt his heart sink. He was well aware of the effects this unspeakable quest had to have had on her cheerful nature, but to witness them now in the tiniest, most inconspicuous actions she took struck him like a blow. Her body was still in survival mode, he could tell. Ready to attack, ready to fight or flee the scene at even the slightest noise. While he had experienced this state of being numerous times before, seeing his betrothed, a person once so carefree, so unknowing, and even naive display its signs scared him. 

Just what had she seen? 

His eyes wandered across her bare back which she had now exposed to him upon changing out of her nightgown and he took note of a number of scars that hadn’t been there when he had last seen her skin. Her precious, downright divine skin which was now tainted with testimonies of the horrors she had endured because of him. Because he had failed to protect her. The weight on his heart grew heavier the longer he stared at her butchered skin, the outline of her ribs now sickeningly prominent as a result of malnourishment. Skin he had sworn to guard with his life, and failed. While it did not change her captivating beauty, he simply could not even begin to imagine how painful those wounds must have been, for he feared he would perish from the torment that was building up inside of him with every passing second. And though he made a mental note to nurse her back to health and make sure she never missed a meal again, his thoughts began to drift out of hand, descending into a sinister spiral. He had failed her. 

"Cara," she called out gently, her angelic voice breaking him out of his mental imprisonment, "Are we going to see the others?" 

He cleared his throat as to rid himself of any audible indicators of weakness before replying: "It is inevitable, I’m afraid."

She let out a breath she had seemed to be holding forever as to ease the tension which was building up inside of her at the thought of a confrontation with his brothers and father. While she knew most of them would not dare overstep any boudaries, it was Curufin she was most weary of. Him and Fëanor, of course. The one who had started it all. 

She had no reason to be worried. She had fulfilled the quest, she had brought home a Silmaril. If anything, they should be thankful. Right?

"We don’t have to," her lover chimed in, sensing her distress. "I would gladly avoid them for as long as I could, if I’m being truthful." The remark earned him a smile. She had tried to bite it back but could not control the corners of her mouth quirking upwards, which she admittedly was not used to anymore. It almost felt silly, seeing as she was in company of her betrothed, the one person who had seen her every state of being, who she was most comfortable around. And yet, smiling in front of him now seemed unnatural. Carnistir had proved to her again and again that there was no reason for her to feel any sort of shame in his presence. That he would be there for her through any hardships she had to face. This just so happened to be one of them, she guessed, feeling a painful twinge in her exhausted heart. 

She looked to her right, where he sat, his shoulder grazing hers, his eyes fixated on her, sparkling with adoration for her smile. An adoration so pure it threatened to bring tears to her eyes once more, had it not been for her mouth beginning to form into a content expression again.

And this time, she let it happen. She let it blossom on her face, warming her cheeks and tinting them just like his rosy ones. 

"Me too," she said quietly, leaning into him, finding herself getting lost in the delicate smile lines forming on his beautiful face. Chuckling, he took her hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly. 

"How about we take it slow. Would you care to join me for a promenade in the gardens, perhaps? Some fresh air will surely lift our spirits." 

The air seemed to be humming upon her return when they entered the gardens. The flowers stood taller than she remembered, begging her to grace them with her gentle touch, like she always used to before her disappearance. The winds blew in her favor, lovingly tousling her hair as to greet her, and Laurelin cast his most golden rays on her h/c head. It was a heartwarming reunion, and any bystander would have surely thought her to be of elven descent, for they had never before seen Yavanna’s creations show such affections for a child of Men. 

So there they walked, arm in arm, momentarily hidden away from the pressure of the eventual confrontation with his kin. Time seemed to stand still the further they strayed from his estate. How Carnistir wished they could exist like this forever, not having to face the reality of the situation. How he wished he could keep and preserve her happiness from the events that were about to take place. How he wished they could seal themselves in a magical sphere where no worries would ever dare plague her mind. As they walked — her arm securely laid in his, always reminding her that he was right beside her, never to be separated from her again — the path lead them towards the training grounds, from where her ears picked up on the sounds of a sparring match. Next to her, Carnistir froze. She could feel his shoulders tensing up, telling her it was time to face the inevitable. 

They looked straight ahead at none other than Celegorm and Curufin, engrossed in each other’s swordsmanship. Next to them stood Maedhros, Y/N could have recognized his incredibly tall silhouette and wavy copper hair from a thousand miles away. 

Carnistir shot her a concerned look, silently asking her if she wanted to continue her walk — that they could still turn back without his brothers noticing — but something in her heart told Y/N that it was time to step out of the shadows. So they did, and the second his brothers’ eyes fell on his One, Caranthir the Dark felt the flames of the abyss licking at his ankles, igniting a fire inside of him that started to spread throughout his tense body so rapidly, he didn’t notice his grip on her arm tightening to an almost painful degree if it hadn’t been for her hand placing itself on his biceps to keep him calm. 

How dare they look at her. 

He locked in a stare with his eldest brother, whose blue eyes displayed worry and uncertainty more than anything. It was not Maedhros he was weary of, if anything, he almost felt relieved the firstborn prince was here with them. Eru only knew what would happen if Carnistir witnessed one of his vicious brothers make a wrong move and Maedhros weren’t there to stop him. 

"Well, if it isn’t the infamous human," Celegorm spoke, feline eyes taking in Y/N’s silhouette as if she were his prey, and Carnistir’s blood started boiling. His jaw clenched so hard it almost looked painful to Y/N who was keeping a very close eye on him, praying he wouldn’t lose his composure. His hand — so tense it started shaking — resting on his sword, ready to attack at any given moment. 

And he really tried for her sake, but the second his silver haired brother took a step towards her, something inside of him snapped. Moving to stand in front of her, shielding her from whatever it was Celegorm planned to do, the atmosphere shifted, darkness falling on everyone’s face like a heavy veil. Carnistir was livid. 

Y/N could see the way his shoulders shook underneath his tunic, the grip on his sword tightening so much his knuckles turned white. 

"Don’t even think I will spare you. I am not afraid to commit another kinslaying, brother."

One phrase, infused with so much rage and poison, even Maedhros seemed frightened.

It was normal for them to get into fights like this, for Celegorm and Curufin alike to provoke Carnistir until he inevitably blew up — this time, however, nobody dared to go further. When usually, Celegorm would have that insufferable smirk on his face upon succeeding in angering his brother, his face remained stone cold. He knew this wasn’t an empty threat. He knew what Morifinwë was capable of and though he would rather die than admit it, it scared him. So he took a step back, raising his hands in submission for once. Carnistir’s stare was relentless, the tensions still running higher than ever. 

Behind him, Y/N’s eyes met the ones of Curufin, the one she had hoped to avoid today. And the look he gave her was more than just distasteful. He almost seemed disgusted to see her. How it made her mad. How she could feel her breath becoming shakier and shakier. She had travelled to the ends of Beleriand, fulfilled a quest that had been deemed impossible, achieved more than he ever could — of course he’d feel inferior to her. As he should. She knew she was only working herself up, but she couldn’t stop her anger. Who was he to gaze upon her with such insolence. Who was he to ever think he was better than her. After all the pain she had to endure, all the fighting she had done, all the horrible monsters she had slain to prove herself once and for all — monsters he had never even seen before, she was sure. All the agony she had suffered for this vile, repugnant joke of an ellon to even dare- 

I’ll show him.

Nobody registered what happened next. They were trained fighters, stronger and more skilled than most of the elven population and yet, none of them had expected her to leap forward from behind Carnistir, steal the sword out of his grip and point it at Curufinwë’s neck silently — in the blink of an eye. Her stare suddenly turned blank, it was as if she had completely abandoned all of her principles. Carnistir was shocked, to say the least. Never before had he seen her display such behavior. She had never been one to fight, to actively start one to be exact. If anything, she would always try to solve problems without resorting to violence. Since when was she this skilled in swordsmanship? She had always refused his insistence on teaching her, only learning some self defense techniques did she agree to, as a compromise.

"Let’s settle this, once and for all." 

Her voice was cold, almost completely emotionless and Carnistir’s stomach dropped. Just who was standing in front of him now, challenging his brother to a duel? 

It seemed Maedhros did not see it necessary to step in and prevent the situation from escalating but instead backed away when they locked eyes. Of all of Carnistir’s brothers, Y/N had always thought him to be the most diplomatic and just. It seemed he knew how important this was, as opposed to Celegorm who tried to get inbetween them, only to be blocked by his raven haired brother, who had not once stopped staring at him since their encounter. Curufin let out a scoff, glowering at her with nothing but arrogance and mockery before pulling out his sword to accept her challenge.

"You will regret this, mortal." 

They began a dangerous dance, spinning around on light feet, blades swinging too close to each other’s throats for Carnistir’s liking. He felt his eldest brother’s hand on his shoulder, holding him back. While he knew it was not permissible to intervene in a duel such as this one, his stance told Maedhros otherwise. He was ready to jump in at any given moment. And yet, in the seriousness of this situation, with death looming over her like Morgoth’s shadow, he found himself mesmerized by the figures she would display circling his brother, who seemed to be growing exhausted. Her elegance behind the silver blade captivated him in ways he could have never imagined. The unpredictable coldness in her gaze held his heart in an iron grip. There was a peculiar mélange of emotions swirling around in his grey eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening in front of him. She seemed so far away in this moment, unrecognizable but still so oddly familiar. His brows furrowed at the thought of her having no choice but to fight for her life out there in the dark and he realized that this little dance with his brother was nothing but a fragment of the waltz she had danced with the Black Foe of the World. 

What happened to you?

Maedhros’ grip on his shoulder tightened, as if he had sensed the discomfort rising up next to him. They exchanged a quick glance, concerned blue orbs meeting lost grey ones. 

Y/N’s moves were swift when she finally caught Curufinwë off guard, slicing the back of his knee in one quick motion even he hadn’t anticipated. The sudden yell he let out followed by his hand reaching to touch the wound was all she needed to know the match was hers to win. Contrary to Carnistir’s belief that she would leave his brother be, as this injury was enough for her to prove her superiority, she instead proceeded to twist his hand to rid him of his weapon, earning a surprised look from her opponent. Curufinwë hissed at her abilities, conflicted about whether or not he should believe them. It was absurd, how a mortal like her had managed to harm him. He would not have it. He would show her, make her regret to even breathe the same air as him. Just when he took a step forward, determined to use his bare hands in his rage, her forehead collided with his nose with a force he could have never predicted, sending him tumbling backwards. His hands uncoordinatedly flew in front of his face when he felt a warm, liquid sensation dripping down his mouth and chin. 

The gasps his brothers let out at once were the last thing he heard before the actual force of her blow caught up to him, making his footing grow weaker. So weak, in fact, that he lost his balance and fell, a wave of dizziness washing over him out of nowhere. 

It could not be. He was Curufinwë, son of Fëanor, son of Finwë. 

He was… bleeding.

A sudden weight on his chest momentarily brought him back to reality, where Y/N was standing over him, her foot holding him down like he was an animal begging to be released after having been shot with an arrow. He saw a gleam of silver flash to his left and right before she lifted her arms in the air, about to deliver the final strike. It happened before he could even begin to yell at her to stop, that he would surrender.

Two blades, jammed into the ground, centimeters next to his head. Without batting an eyelash. He was alive, but humiliated in the worst possible way. A strategic move on her part. 

Her eyes had a tint darker to them than Carnistir had ever seen. He released a tight breath when she rolled her shoulders back and turned towards him and his brothers, all of whom were too stunned to utter a single word. For a second, he had wholeheartedly believed she was going to kill his brother, who was laying there, paralyzed and dishonored, and it scared him because he had dared to question her intentions. His eyes fell onto his hands, which were balled into fists at his sides in frustration, and he tried to focus on his older brother’s presence instead. Anything to help him ignore the uneasy feeling that was beginning to gnaw at him. It frightened him, seeing her like this, but at the same time, he was impressed by her skills and efficiency. 

With her posture now proud and confident, she locked in a stare with Celegorm, who for once in his life was too intimidated to come up with a comeback. 

"If anybody else wants to tell me something, they’re very welcome to do so."

Although his ears picked up on her words, they didn’t quite register with Carnistir, for he was too taken by her eerily monotone voice. Never before had she acted or spoken this way — sinister and chilling. He found himself wondering whether this was the impression he usually left on others. To some degree, he now understood how it must be to stay on the receiving end of his anger, especially when he was used to his counterpart being but the gentlest soul in all of Arda. Truly, he felt most unsettled by her fëa, which seemed so dark as opposed to when they had entered the gardens to embark on their stroll. Her h/c hair was tousled and tangled, chest rising and falling irregularly as to catch her breath, stature still tense and ready to fight. It sent shivers down his spine — the spine of a kinslayer — when nothing should have this effect on him, not with the experience he had gained on the battlefield over the years. Why yes, he could certainly sense a sort of pride creeping into his chest, he would even go as far as to call it excitement, had it not been for the discomfort and concern for her wellbeing clouding his thinking. Because not only had she completed this quest, she had moreover proven to everyone that she was not to be messed with. To be underestimated, yet again. When her words were met with uneasy silence, Y/N stepped to her lover to return his sword. 

He did not miss her shaking hand when he took it, and he knew it was time for them to leave, immediately. The complexion of her skin told him there would be a bruise on her wrist by tomorrow. She must have twisted it somehow.

Scanning their surroundings for one last time, gaze lingering on Curufin’s silhouette as to make sure he was in fact still breathing, he then gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and thus lead her away from the training grounds. They left like they had come; arm in arm. This time, however, their steps were fast and restless like Y/N’s eyes which were nervously darting from left to right. The second they got back to the estate, Carnistir didn’t hesitate to pull her aside into a quiet corridor and hold her close. She was shaking against his large frame, burying her face into his chest, clawing onto him for support — he felt a painful twinge in his heart, hugging her tighter. Her silent tears seeped through the fabric of his tunic while countless sobs were wrecking her exhausted body. 

"Melmenya," whispered Carnistir "You do not need to prove yourself, ever again." His hand came to tenderly stroke her hair, hoping to calm her down. When he felt her nodding against his chest, he knew she was listening. "…especially not to my brothers." She slowly raised her head to look at him and the expression on her face broke his heart into a million tiny pieces. He gently wiped her tears and let his thumb linger on her hot cheek, caressing her. "Really, they’re not worth it," he mused, and she nuzzled her face into his hand, closing her eyes. The corridor was silent, the only audible sounds being her soft sniffs and irregular breaths, which she was desperately trying to regulate. Carnistir took his time, comforting his beloved as best as he could. She became so very fragile and delicate in his embrace, something the others would probably not believe after having witnessed her practically obliterating their brother. In a way, he felt relieved to see her crumble like this because it showed him that she was in fact, still the same person. Guilt settled into his bones at that, how could he ever wish to see her cry and lose her composure like this? And feel relief? Because she had acted differently? He shook his head at the thought — that was not important right now. He needed to focus on her, comfort her. 

"I’m certain Atarinkë will never show his face again." That comment actually earned him the smallest hint of a smile, dusting a slight blush onto his cheeks. 

"There it is," he whispered, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers and placing his other hand over the small of her back before kissing her softly, trying to calm himself and forget about the doubtful thoughts in his head. He was glad that underneath that thick skin and harshness displayed mere moments ago, she was still his gentle lover, allowing him to get close to her instead of building more walls to keep him away, especially after what had taken place out there. Anybody would be, right? But he knew that they had to work through her pain. He felt it in their connected fëa. They were intertwined at last, they had always been. She had gone through an unimaginable experience which had left her marked until the end of time, both physically and mentally. Her sudden blank stare and emotionless fighting had certainly frightened him in a way that he had never expected to be frightened of her. But then again, so had he acted after the kinslayings. And she had been there to catch him. To build him up, no matter how cold and angry he got. How could he possibly hold that against her? 

"You did so well, Y/N," he began, suddenly overcome with emotion, "And I love you. Just, please do not forget that you are not alone in this, alright? I will stand beside you regardless of what happens. But I do not wish for you to harm yourself because of my brothers’ inability to shut their mouths." Tears were pooling in his eyes now, the human in his arms being the reason. How he had suffered without her. How his life had lost all meaning when she had vanished. And although she was back, he could not fathom losing her again because of his stupid brothers. Losing her because of his fear of change. She was still here, living and breathing. And she needed him. They needed each other.

"I cannot lose you," The blush on his cheeks grew and spread to his ears as a result of his vulnerability. He had never been one to lay his emotions on the table like this and Y/N felt so very moved by his attempt to comfort her this way. 

"You won’t," she spoke up, her voice no longer monotone and cold, but instead sentimental and warm like the old days. "I know I should not have lashed out like that, but I just couldn’t let him get away with it, Cara. I’m sorry." 

"He deserved it, that fool," he just retorted, kissing her again, feeling a few tears roll down his cheeks. She wiped them. "Just… be careful. I got scared, seeing you like this. I don’t ever want to see you in such pain again." He smoothed his hand over her messy hair as to fix it. 

"I love you," she whispered, her lips brushing against his when she spoke, a slight frown on her forehead. "And to think that it is still so early in the day… I don’t even want to know how your father will react to the news of his favorite child being defeated and humiliated by a mortal woman. Again." Chuckling, Carnistir shook his head. "It does not matter. I bet you they will leave Thargelion together, before dinner even. But until then, let me draw you a bath, alright? And we need to take a look at your wrist as well, the bruise is starting to worry me."

Nodding, she grasped his hand, and squeezed it tightly. The day had only just begun and they had not even encountered a third of his family. Worry was beginning to bubble up inside her at the thought of having to meet each of his brothers and lastly, Fëanor, but the light reflecting in Carnistir’s grey eyes told her it was going to be alright. She could tell from the way he looked at her, admiring her with the most adoring smile on his still wet face, that it did not matter what would happen once they stood face to face with his father. Because they were side by side, his large hand protectively clutching her smaller one, squeezing it just as tightly. She was no longer alone. He was really here. And she was with him.

She was safe. 

[corsairspade]

there are many reasons I like the "Erestor son of Caranthir" headcanon but secretly the main one is that I'm imagining all of the remaining noldo auditors sighing of relief when Caranthir dies and they don't have to try play 4d chess with multiverse time travel trying to catch this guy doing tax evasion. life is good for exilic auditors now.

and then suddenly Elrond and Elros turn up again! even better! oh who's this, Elrond? your good friend Erestor? he's helping you with your taxes? oh how swe- what is this Elrond. What is this. your paperwork for your taxes you say. not a declaration of war? because it looks like a declaration of war on the exilic auditors, Elrond.

and then all the auditors are so busy doing "extreme tax auditing™" for the first time since the second Kinslaying that they don't tell anyone they're pretty sure there's another scion of the house of Fëanor running around.

[sakasakiii]

the idea of the peredhel twins having heightened senses due to their maia blood is one of the concepts ive seen floating around that i really like, so here's my take on it combined with the feanorians (+ fingon) lingering about as houseless spirits that i explored some time ago in an old inktober post 😌

houseless spirits see all, but they can't interact with the world around them so i suppose that makes for quite a static existence...but compared to an oathbound eternity in Mandos (sans Fingon??), i like to imagine they'll stay a little longer to watch over those left behind, just to make sure they're doing alright 👍🏻

some more lighthearted bonuses cuz why not:

[animatorweirdo]

Feanorians: Being Their Soulmate...

Different soulmate troupes with the Feanorians.

Requested by Anon

Hi animatorweirdo!

Can I send in a request for different soulmate tropes for the Feanorians and when they find their soulmate? (for example, tropes like the red-string of fate, timer countdown, having a tattoo that symbolizes them on your body, etc).

Thank you so much and I can't wait to see what you come up with!!

(Author note: I didn't do Curufin and the twins as I could not come up with anything with them. )

Warnings: mentions of the book events, mentions of Maedhros's captivity, loss of a hand, separation, reluctance, the oath, doom, and rejection.

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Maedhros —  Tattoo 

- Maedhros would have a small tattoo on the back of his right hand, right below his thumb and index finger. He would have been confused the first time it appeared, but then he would be excited when his parents or someone else told him it was the mark of his soulmate. 

- He had been given a tattoo that represented his soulmate. His soulmate would bear a tattoo on the same spot that represented him and he would know once he had seen them. 

- Growing up in Valinor he would check people’s hands to see if they had a tattoo on the same spot as him. 

- If you two met in Valinor, he would find a small star on the back of your right hand below your thumb and index. 

- He would be delighted to have finally found you, and most likely would have not hesitated to get to know you and start a relationship with you. His family would be happy for him. 

- However, if you two met in Middle Earth. His feelings about finding his soulmate would be much more complicated. 

- For example, the great enemy mocking the mark of his soulmate and threatening to find them would have left him reluctant to ever find his soulmate. Losing his right hand would have solidified his decision. 

- He would stare at his missing hand from time to time, remembering the mark of his soulmate. He would hope his soulmate would never find him as his reputation would certainly tarnish theirs. 

- If you two did manage to meet, he would feel strange pulling toward you. If you two clicked very well, he would mistake it for simple crushing or fondness. However, that would not be the case when he sees the star on your right hand. 

- Realizing you were his soulmate would cause him to distance himself away from you, startled and anxious to realize you were his one. He would then make a hard decision, to either give himself this chance to feel your love or push you away and possibly save you from the doom that followed him. 

- If he decided to embrace the fact and allow himself to be selfish just once, Maedhros would not reveal you were soulmates but enjoy your company. He would have decided to enjoy it while it lasted because relationships would not last during wars. His feelings for you would have grown but he would have kept it as a good friendship, and it would have hurt less when you two had to separate. 

- If he decided to distance himself and cut ties with you, his soul would ache for your presence and he would feel miserable for causing you to feel sad and confused by his sudden distance. He would have most likely been harsh and explained that you two couldn’t talk to each other, growing the drift between you. 

- Making you leave would be the hardest decision he had ever made. However, it would ease his soul to know you would not be doomed by him and his oath. 

- If there was a chance Eru took pity on you, he would either allow you to meet again in better circumstances or let you have someone else for a soulmate. 

Maglor — Red string of fate

- (Because I think Maglor would love tragic love stories, the red string of fate would be fitting for him.)

- Maglor would be blooming with excitement when one day he saw a red string attached to his finger. He would have read all about the red string of fate and would have most likely been eager to go on an adventure to find his soulmate, the red string being his guide. Unfortunately, he was too young to go on his own. 

- Growing up, he would occasionally check on the red string to see if his soulmate was nearby as the red string would extend or become more clear when his soulmate was near. 

- If you two met on Valinor, it would have happened during a party or one of his performances. He would be surprised to see the red string suddenly become visible and lead his eyes upon you. However, it would not have been an unwelcome surprise and he would have jumped on the first chance to talk with you. 

- His search would finally be over after meeting you and his family would have to suffer his constant serenading of finding his soulmate. 

- However, if you met on Middle Earth, his feelings would be slightly reluctant, but not opposed to it. 

- After the whole kin slaying and burning of the boats, he would have wished he would not find his soulmate. The red string went more distant, but he would be surprised to find the red string showing itself more one day. 

- He would be curious to find them and one day when he met you, he would feel happy. 

- He would be more open about revealing being his soulmate and having a relationship with you. However, since he and his kin were at war with Morgoth, the relationship would have to be kept as a secret. 

- However, if he decided you two would be better off without each other. He would send you away with good wishes and hopes that fate would allow you to meet again, and thus ends the tragic love story.

 

Celegorm — Dreams/Led by your pets

- As a hunter, I think Celegorm would have a prophetic dream about an animal that would lead him to his soulmate. 

- In his dreams, he would see an animal he is meant to find and follow to find his soulmate. He is a free spirit so he might find the dreams and the thought of having a soulmate slightly annoying. 

- However, if he came to meet with the said animal from his dreams he would not be opposed to following it and seeing what would happen. And when that happens, Huan would go missing and ignore his calls. 

- He would then find you with the animal and Huan who had led you to him. Perhaps that time, he would be more open and excited when he locked his eyes with you, especially if you two met in the woods of Valinor and the animal turned out to be your companion. 

- However, if you met in Middle Earth, I do not think Celegorm would not hesitate to have a relationship with you. If you both were hunters I think the relationship would go pretty smoothly. 

- But, if the oath comes between you, Celegorm might let you go in order for you to be safe from danger, or if you do not agree, and that he made it clear he would not give up the oath even for you. 

- Separation from you might cause him to become slightly more violent, but the thought of you being somewhere safe might ease it just a bit. 

Caranthir — Timer

 - A timer would suit Caranthir. 

- He would have been very confused when one day he found a clock drawn on his hand and it would not go away no matter how much he washed. 

- It would take both his parents to explain he had received a soulmate clock, which tells how long it would take to meet his soulmate: the more hours and minutes the farther away and the less how close his soulmate is. 

- The idea would not wrap around his head for a while, especially if the clock showed several hours, which only meant his soulmate was nowhere near. 

- He would be thrilled to find out when his clock reveals fewer minutes and would look around in curiosity till he found you. 

- I think he would be slightly shy, but would not avoid you. If you two click and you show your timer, then it would be the start of a beautiful relationship.

- However, if you two met on Middle Earth, he would be skeptical about having a relationship with you. 

- Seeing there was no hope after his reputation as a kin slayer and war with Morgoth, he saw it would be best not to seek out his soulmate. 

- So, imagine the shock he would feel when he finds his timer running toward the end and eventually finding you. 

- In some parts of his soul he would have been thrilled, but due to his unfortunate circumstances, he might avoid revealing about being your soulmate. However, due to the tugging in his soul, he might make a friendly relationship with you. 

- He would feel ease from his anger, and it would slightly hurt him to know he might have to separate from you. 

- He would enjoy it while it lasted, before sending you off with heartfelt goodbyes. 

Celebrimbor — A strand of hair

- Celebrimbor would be surprised to find a strand of his hair had turned into a different color, but would be delighted when he learned it was the clue of his soulmate and that his soulmate would have a strand of his hair color. 

- He would not mind walking around with the new color and sometimes styling it while searching for the one who had his hair color. 

- If you two met on Valinor, it would be joyful. 

- However, if you two met on Middle Earth, his feelings on the matter would have died down. 

- But when he suddenly meets you one day and sees the dark strand of hair across your hair. He became frightened as he could feel tugging from within his very soul. 

- He should feel happy by his kin’s standards. He had been blessed by chance to meet his soulmate, but his past and the reputation of his house had left him reluctant. He had hidden the color of your hair in hopes he might not accidentally meet you or anyone who might figure out who his soulmate is. In his mind, you were not worthy to get tarnished by his house’s past, but fate, of course, has worked against him. 

- However, if you were not intimidated by his past, Celebrimbor’s fear might vanish and he might entertain the idea of getting to know you. It would take a lot of time to convince himself to finally reveal your hair color on his hair, and wait for your reaction as your hair colors would match and return to normal.

- If you were happy by the reveal, Celebrimbor might then be confident enough to have a relationship with you. However, he would let you go if you weren't eager by the reveal and decided to leave. He would not blame you, but he would feel a painful aching for your presence and heartache for your rejection.

[essenceofarda]

Haleth, sparring with Caranthir

[whiteladyofithilien]

I think my main reason for shipping Caranthir and Haleth is because we need at least one inter-race Tolkien couple where the human is a woman. Like all three canon human-elven pairings it's always the fabulous fae elven beauty and the heroic dude and I'm like... What about a mighty elf-lord and his badass human lady? Hmm? I need this to be a thing and Haleth/Caranthir is the only ship I know of that has that dynamic going for it plus of the middle three sons of Feanor Caranthir is the only one NOT part of the attacks on Luthien... therefore he's the best of those 3

[doodle-pops]

House of Feanor With A Figure Skater Reader

Request: I'm soooo excited that requests are open, they are always a little sliver of joy I can always revisit and smile at! Now if I may... how do you think the House of Feänor would react to the reader being a Figure Skater?? The way they glide across the ice in sparkling outfits and the way they spin and jump at dangerous and gravity defying heights and speeds with their partners is beautiful. – Anon

A/N: I tried my best to not sound repetitive because I felt like I was writing the reaction over and over again. Hope that wasn’t the case. Enjoy!

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Feanor

First of all, he’s making your skates once he learns that you’re a figure skater. Due to this, he would find the time to venture down to the frozen lakes during winter to watch you test them out.

This also means that he’s also observing all your routines wanting to ensure that your skates are up to standards to match the speed and all the jumps you tend to make. This does not prevent him from telling you to be careful every five seconds.

He would hate to learn that one of the skates he made for you wasn’t able to hold out during a routine and you injured yourself. On the plus side, you have a supporter who prefers to silently observe your flightless performance.

You make winters something he looks forward to because he gets to see you dance on the glittering frozen lake like some magical being.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Maedhros

Another silent observer who sits on the snow banks and watches as you jump and spin effortlessly across the ice. Maedhros believes that you’re some fairy dancing across the ice.

He’s subconsciously wearing a smile when he sees how happy you are in your natural element, looking majestic and doing your thing on the ice. You’re figure skating is the one thing that makes the harsh winters bearable.

Seeing you glide across the ice without looking back and trusting your instinct, or how you leap into the air performing all your turns, you steal the air from his lungs. You once asked him to join and never before have you ever seen him reject an offer.

Knowing how much you enjoy skating during winter, he would meet with his blacksmith and have them fashion more ice skates in different colours should you ever need more.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Maglor

Now this is a perfect combination of a dancer and a musician. With Maglor’s presence, no more creating or imagining music in your head. Simply request that he brings his harp or flute along, and you’ve got yourself a proper routine.

Maglor is more than pleased to add to your performance apart from observing since he doesn’t know anything about figure skating. He considers his musical contribution and act that brings you two closer.

You’ve once asked him to join you on the ice and immediately refused, believing that he could nowhere as near be graceful as you. As much as he wouldn’t mind being on the ice to pick up when you slipped, he knew more injures would be causes if he joined you.

He is content with playing his instruments and singing as you dance, or rather, glide effortlessly to the melody across the ice. Watching you perform brings lots of peace to his hectic life.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Celegorm

Look, this can go two ways; your way which is the peaceful and easy way, or the Celegorm way. That means interrupting your skating to show off his skills before crashing into a pile of snow.

Tyelko wants to be as graceful as you on the ice while causing you to crash when he decides to grab you for support first.

Whatever it is you’re doing, he’s attempting it, even if it results in broken bones. There is nothing that can stop him from participating; he wants to be involved like his life depended on it.

At least you have a great company and lots of humour. You’re basically teaching Tyelko how to ice skate for the first time, but he wants to forego all the basics and perform all your jumps and turns.

Huan normally has to stand on the sidelines in case he needs to pull Tyelko out of the snow or laugh at him because he’s nowhere as amazing as you. Huan makes it clear through his cheering as he barks loudly at your routine.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Caranthir

He’s designing your wear as your skate so you can appear even more glamorous under the peaking sun as the ice glitters behind your feet, adding to the air of magnificence and majesty around you.

I’m serious. He’s down for tagging along while knitting or crocheting a new piece for you to wear while observing you glide across the ice. You’d probably have to drag him onto the ice because he’s more focused on making clothes.

At least you get him to cling to you even though he’s grumbling and holding back on cursing you out because his clothes would become wet from the number of times he’s already slipped.

Caranthir does become spellbound when you’re gauging to make a giant leap or your twirls, it’s one other time you can perfectly capture his attention away from designing your newest outfit.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Curufin

Like father like son, but it’s more science than anything else. Yes, he is observing your graceful patterns and movements, marvelling at the speeds you travel across the ice at without anything pulling you along.

When in truth, his brain is calculating every possible outcome of how you can glide so effortlessly without losing your balance. Teach him your sorcery. Jk, jk, but seriously, teach him how you don’t lose your balance on ice.

This way, you have managed to successfully drag Curufin onto the ice and teach him how to twirl and skate. Hopefully, once he gets the basics down and obtains his balance, you will have a partner who can hold you for simpler stunts.

While he isn’t going to attempt the more challenging routines like his daring older brother, he would nod his head along and inform you that you’re doing great even though he probably doesn’t know if it’s the right position or stance. He’s just happy to be included as you do your thing.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Amrod and Amras

Mischievous little minxes who would accompany you on the ice and skate across as effortlessly as you. They might even surprise you with a made-up routine on the spot, including you into the mix so they can toss you about.

I’m sure you all have matching outfits before the year is over, so every time winter comes, you three can put on a performance to show off for the family. The twins would also be the ones to turn your figure skating into a noteworthy performance that people can come view during winter.

Cue you all practicing in the house at 2am, spinning on flour and powder or tossing each other in the air outside. The high speeds and height you take off at don’t scare them because they’re encouraging you to go faster and make more turns.

Trust me, they become your coach, criticizing your positions and routine as if they’re masters in your field. Keep Huan around to have them in check so you can peacefully glide across the ice for fun.

At the same time, they are also your cheerleaders. The loudest in the area, whistling and clapping like seals as they show support for your latest routine or the same one you repeat every year.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Celebrimbor

Like his father and grandfather, Tyelpë is no different in wanting to engage with you because SCIENCE is important. Like seriously, how are you able to balance so well on ice without falling on your ass. You appear as though you are flying!

While he isn’t interested in being taught a lesson on the ice, he wants to sit and spend the entire day observing how gracefully to fly across the lake, wind in your hair and smile on your face as you twirl and spin. His heart does race when you leap.

You scared him many times during your first performance when you leapt into the air and landed successfully. You never heard your name yelled so many times in one go.

He’s proud of you as well and it shows in his words and the number of ice skates you received. Part of him wants to show you off to others, but at the same time, he wants to keep your talent hidden so he alone can enjoy it.

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*Snuggles sitting on Caranthir's lap.*

"This is my spot; I claim it!"

“Hmm, claiming what isn't genuinely yours is a dangerous act, melda. I'll have no choice but to be forced to defend my keep...through war!” Before you could comprehend his words, his actions sprung on you quickly prompting a chorus of squeals and laughter to follow. Fingers digging into your sides, reigning an army of tickles to defeat his enemy once and for all.

[eunoiaastralwings]

Hello, may I get headcanons for how an elf with a strict or serious attitude would react to being chosen by the valar, to act as a mentor to raise and teach a young human child, in their early teen years? Like how would they react to the child being very hyper and excited all the time and just wants to play, like how young kids usually do. Elves being very serious most of the time and wise, how would they react to having to deal with a complete opposite of themselves. Would they get mad and frustrated, or have patience? Would they try a different method of teaching to get them to pay attention? Etc? And how would they react to other humans or elves belittling the child for being raised by another race? You can choose the elf or elves if you want that would best fit this ask. One that is pretty much serious or is not used to being around kids.

Caranthir with a Hyperactive Human Child

featuring caranthir and adopted child (gender neutral)

fandom tolkien — the silmarillion

warnings mortality vs immortality

a/n i mean the 1st person that came to mind was Cara - who else but Cara lmaoo. I hope you enjoy this anon <;/3 thanks again@theladyvanya I owe you my life

Carnistir let out another sigh - witnessing your attention had yet again diverted elsewhere. He pinched the bridge of his nose as you blabbered on about whatever else that was not important as of this moment.

He really could not understand why the Valar had chosen him of all people - to mentor this hyperactive human child.

He still remembered standing before the Queen of the Stars herself - in shock and disbelief as she handed over you to him.

You were in fits of laughs and giggles - eagerly wrapping your arms around his legs.

Carnistir had asked Queen Varda as to why - but she chose not to reply him and only encouraged him to take care of you.

It was havoc at first - he has 6 brothers, 3 younger ones too, kids weren’t exactly a new concept to him but mentoring and raising you had been a completely different concept.

Not even the Ambarussa was this hard.

Carnistir had found himself in the aid of his mother multiple times.

His mother, being the ever wiser, had tried to advise both himself and you - you were simply a child craving his constant attention in whatever little thing that fascinated you.

He couldn’t understand why you couldn’t sit in one less and listen to him - however Nerdanel had explained to him children did not have the same attention span as adults.

Something he should have known. . .

But he couldn’t even teach more than 3 seconds - before you bounded off to somewhere interesting in whatever was in the other end of the room or happily rattled off about a particular story you read.

He let out a sigh and tried to speak with you - but chose to remember his mother’s advice.

Carnistir supposed it was getting late - he scooped you up in his arms still wondering how had bundles of energy to be fighting against him and refusing to be put to bed.

Sometimes it made him wonder if you were actually a human child.

He had placed Tyelko on a pedestal on being the one to never run out of energy - but somehow even you outturned him.

But he had come to terms on this is just who you were and he could not ever ask you to change - in all honesty he had grown to admire your hyperactive self, even if it made him roll his eyes or made him frustrated.

Some days Queen Varda had come to see how you were doing - and some days she took you away for a few days and Carnistir found those days to be quite lonely or too silent.

Usually he welcomed the peace and quiet with open arms but he found to be rather restless these days now - missing how you bound over to either him or something you found interesting in his study.

Or your endless chatter - he missed it so much.

The day you had returned to him - Carnistir found himself crouching with arms open ready to grasp you into a tight hug as you came running over and he closed his eyes in relief.

It was something he had never done so - but at that moment it felt like a natural reflex like he had been doing it all his life.

He had shocked himself with the gesture and how tightly he held onto you like you were his own. . .

It was at that moment he knew - you definitely made sure to keep yourself as a permanent fixture in his life. He loved hearing whine and cry for his attention in the mornings when you awake tired and hungry.

He loved how giddy how you jumped on his lap as he tried to do this work.

He loved how you babble out complete nonsense in the middle of meetings - making everyone in the room laugh.

He loved how you cuddled into his arms rubbing your sleepy eyes whenever you were tired from your active day.

He loved it all - and he would change any of it for the world.

When Carnistir had announced to adopt you - Queen Varda and Nerdanel was most pleased, it had been Fëanáro, his father that took the most convincing to take you into the family.

In all honesty he was afraid of his Morifinwë facing the mortality of the human child he decided to adopt and raise as his own.

But soon even you managed to melt the crown prince’s heart with hyperactive self and infectious giggles.

So soon - Carnistir had you as his own child, loving you just the way you were.

Though he still receives questionable looks and concerns - he never let any of it stop it from loving and spending every moment with you. . .

Because Eru knew, Carnistir did not have much time with you because of mortality. . .

Good luck with suitors - no one seems to be good enough for his child.

But when you finally find the one - he will be accepting, after being the big scary overprotective dad.

Your passing away would have been the hardest thing he would have to face - and it would have killed him too, but he kept himself alive and watched over your family line, never letting anything happen to your kin and descendants.

It was like seeing you being reborn again. . .

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

The first of many glorious nights

This is for the writer's challenge (nos. 4 and 5. The smut word that makes me cringe? "Mount/Mounting") by @silmsmutweek

Pairing: Haleth x Caranthir | Location: Thargelion

Themes: Smut

Warnings: Sexual activity | Penetrative sex | Cream pie 

Word count: 615 words

Summary: Haleth accepts Caranthir's offer to stay by spending the night with him.

Rating: 🔥 | Minors DNI | 🔞 | You are responsible for the media you consume 

This ficlet can also be found on AO3.

Moonlight spilled in through the open windows, forming shadows that rose and fell with his chest.

Haleth thought him the fairest creature she had ever beheld, but now, bathed in dim light, he was positively ethereal.

And to think I nearly refused his invitation to live with him and his kin.

Haleth nearly refused a great many things: to have her people live amongst the Eldar and learn from them; to enjoy their protection, their company, his company, his bed, his body. Oh yes, Haleth nearly refused him. All of him. Wiser counsel prevailed in the end. She stayed. Accepted Caranthir for her own. Now she was here inside his bedchamber, sharing his furs and yielding to the wild demands of his hands, his mouth. Fresh desire tore through her like a white-hot blade when he moved onto his back, and she mounted him, taking him inside her in a slow, fluid movement. Her breath caught when he filled her to the hilt.

Eru save me, she thought. He feels wondrous even inside of me.

Caranthir shivered beneath her while he lay against the pelt, his walnut hair spreading out all around him like spilled ink. Clear hazel eyes—a rare sight amongst his kin—remained fixed on her, brimming with insatiable hunger. He whispered her name, his breath rough, desperate, amplified. Fistfuls of her hips filled callused, greedy hands. Such things were glorious to see and feel, and hear. Haleth arched her back, grabbing onto his arms, her hips undulating wildly every time he thrust.

Caranthir lets go of her hips. His hands glide up her belly, his palms soon filling with breasts. “Do you doubt your decision to stay?”

His thumbs trace and brush over rigid tips. Haleth smiles. It is both wanton and inviting. “No and never, my lord.”  

His smile is slow, hesitant. It then grows and mirrors her own. Caranthir closes his eyes, urging her to go faster. Haleth, on the other hand, keeps her eyes open. Spellbound, she feasts on each new expression dancing on his face, the trembling torso, and the sinful mouth that always parted when he moaned. It was for her. All of it was for her. It delighted her to no end.  

“I want you,” he breathed, his voice barely over a whisper. “I want only you.”

As she was his. Haleth makes this known. Her body hummed, grew taut, fanning the flames already coursing through her veins.

“I am close.”

“I am with you.”

Haleth pushed down, pushed hard, nearly collapsing over him even as she drowned beneath the fiery waves that rose to claim her. She could barely feel Caranthir holding her, keeping her steady, so lost was she in the all-consuming rapture that speared through her like a lance. She barely heard it, him moaning one final time as he emptied his spend inside her.

The air grew colder, and the wind slowly rose as a storm approached. The moon disappeared behind a wall of thick clouds. Haleth shivered, and found herself being lowered onto soft furs. More pelts, thicker this time, were pulled over her.

“I am glad you said yes.” Caranthir pressed his forehead against hers and stroked her cheek. “I am glad you decided to stay and be mine. I am not certain if I will be able to ever find the right words to tell you how pleased I am for all of it.”

Haleth opened her eyes. A wave of happiness washed over her. “Words are not necessary, Morifinwë.” A slow, gentle smile returned to her lips. “What you have just said is enough for me.”

It was the first of many glorious nights they shared together.

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Hello darling, I love what you've got here and was hoping I could have some headcanons (any character/group of them you're up to writing for)

They've noticed you've picked up one or more of their mannerisms (the way they talk or a certain way they move)

Have fun with it,

The Phantom

Noticing you’ve picked up their mannerisms - Caranthir and Curufin

Author’s note: Aaah, my first ask! Hi Phantom!! Thanks for your request, I had so much fun writing this. I chose Cara (can u tell he’s my favorite) and Curufin for this one :)

This is the tune I was listening to while writing — let’s vibe into the new year. Enjoy!

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Caranthir

Whenever Carnistir comes home from running errands, he flees into his study, plops down onto the couch, puts his feet up on the table and just rests his head against the backrest. You have watched him close his eyes and murmur a few exhausted complaints countless times — it has become a normal part of your day at this point.

He just sits like this for a good 15 minutes. It's his way of coming back to his senses and managing his stress and anger so he doesn't lash out on you.

Today, you've had an excruciatingly busy day, constantly having been on your feet, rushing from one end of Thargelion to the other, never catching a break. Delivering envelopes, helping friends out, organizing things for the Festival of Starlight that was to take place in less than a week. Somehow, the entire kingdom seemed to have chosen you to consult about this year’s decorative choices, leaving you to juggle a thousand samples of fabrics and candles in your arms when you make it through the door of Carnistir's study.

The second you enter, he gets up from his desk and takes the load off your hands, proceeding to ask how your day was since he's had no chance of catching you inbetween errands.

You just hold up your finger, silencing him, furrowing your brows and shaking your head at him.

He stands there, stunned, when you walk right past him, let yourself fall onto the velvet couch and prop your feet up on the table.

Carnistir would be confused at first, but soon after feel flattered and amused that you're acting like him and doing it so comfortably, as if it came naturally to you

Sometimes he feels insecure about his need to take care of his anger and temper this way, but seeing you copy him reassures him and makes him feel seen

His lil heart goes b-bum

He just cocks his head to the side and watches you with a bewildered expression as you begin to do the same thing he does almost every day — quietly whispering about the things that drained you the most during the day. 

When you open your eyes again, you’re met with a smirk. 

"Don’t even!" you warn him, pointing your finger at him again.

He just laughs, warm eyes scanning your face, watching you blush for once. "Care to suffer together?"

He sits down next to you and copies your move, chuckling all the while. 

"I didn’t know I had such an impact on you." 

"Oh, shut up."

His finger comes up to poke your rosy cheek teasingly, your roles having reversed in this very moment

Your heads rest next to each other on the sofa's backrest, he looks at you fondly before taking your hand and closing his eyes, ready to enjoy the much awaited silence at the end of this stressful day. 

Curufin

It's no secret he acts like a know it all sometimes, especially when his father is around

Arguing with him on a factual basis is almost impossible.

Whenever someone tries to prove him wrong, he just clicks his tongue, says "Please," and eyes them condescendingly.

Everyone knows he’s about to go on the longest rant, spitting nothing but facts and making his point. Virgo energy

They just shut up and let him finish because they know arguing with Curufinwë — the insufferable spring of wisdom, as his brothers call him —wouldn’t work out for them

Seriously, how does he know all that stuff? Nobody ever questions it.

You're sat at the dinner table with him and his family, recounting an amusing story of an evening spent making bets with Curufin and Celegorm when the latter chimes in about how you only beat him because you were lucky to have Curufin with you.

Next to you, Curufin straightens his posture, ready to expose his brother and point out his inability to admit defeat but this time, you are quicker than him

You just click your tongue, go "Oh, please", and begin to list all the reasons for his failure, going into each and every detail, successfully reducing the silver haired prince to a quiet, frowning little person across from you.

Curufin raises his eyebrows, slowly turning his head towards you, listening intently to the way you're articulating yourself — you sound just like him???

When you finish, you look into your partner’s sparkling eyes, elegantly raise and clink your glass with his. He just shrugs in response, grinning cockily.

To say he's proud would be an understatement, he just had the biggest ego boost imaginable because someone as captivating as you would pick up something he would always do

"I couldn’t have said it better myself, really."

The others are frozen in place for a few seconds, in complete awe and disbelief about the scene that had just unfolded in front of them.

Celegorm, having ceased to protest alltogether, just receives several pats on his shoulders from left and right, followed by wheezing, especially from his younger brothers. 

It's safe to say, from this day forward, he would think twice before questioning you again unless he'd want to be humiliated by not only his brother but yourself as well.

[theelvenhaven]

Wedding Night Nerves

Caranthir x Reader

2.1k words

Request: I'm do happy requests are open! I love your blog so much! I wanted to Caranthir, it's not really nsfw but whatever you're comfortable with. It's their first time, basically wedding night and Caranthir - despite in love with them - is still afraid of rejection beside of his skin. Reader coos and kisses and caresses his skin, letting him they love him. If you could thank you!

A/N: Hey anon I was happy to do this! Anything for Carnistir I love him so much. Hope this is what you were looking for it kind of goes into NSFW territory. But not too heavily.

Warnings: NSFWish

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Everything had gone so smoothly. 

The feast in which was held in yours and Carnistir’s honor, to celebrate the nuptials in which you two shared. The exchanging of rings, the festivities that came with it. You and Carnistir sharing in dances, and smiles and laughs. The whole family celebrating- both yours and his. It was a full wedding day teeming with cousins, siblings, aunts and uncles from both sides of the family. 

Toasts had been made, even from the most unlikely of people such as Curufinwe and Tyelkormo who had nice things to add and welcoming you into the family. While Tyelkormo wasn’t one for speeches he managed to get it out coherently and without adding an inappropriate joke or two. 

The celebration had gone on for a long time, yet by the time it came for it to end, you were ready to spend the night alone with your husband. And Carnistir was clearly feeling the same way, as you two were the first to depart from the wedding festivities. Being sent off in a hail of rose petals as you two left the great hall of the Feanorian home. 

Now you were grateful when Carnistir shut the bedroom door and it was just the two of you alone finally. Both of you wearing a smile on your face and Carnistir’s face was rosier than it had been earlier. The realization settling in of what was to come next- the consummation of your marriage. One that would bind your fea together and you could be one with one another. 

“I am glad today went so smoothly, I was surprised your brothers gave us the opportunity to have a calm and collected day.” You laughed out softly as you moved to slip your shoes off in the corner of the room. You heard Carnistir snort at your words as he mirrored your actions, 

“Atar must’ve made a threat of some kind, though I could see how Tyelko was bursting at the seams at his speech to say something inappropriate about our wedding night.” Carnistir added with a little bit of snark, it wasn’t a secret to him when Tyelkormo was holding back. And to Carnistir he looked like he might implode on himself if he didn’t get the speech over with when he did. There would be lots of inappropriate commentary from him later. 

You only laughed at his words, knowing there was truth to it after being with Carnistir for so long you knew his brothers well enough as well. 

“Yes he did look a little… constipated during the speech.” You chuckled, as the two of you moved towards the bed, Carnistir being the first to sit down on it as you stood before him. He took the time to sit in silence for a moment and admire how beautiful you looked in your wedding attire. 

How he looked forward getting to know you intimately, peeling away those decorative robes and layers of lace and silk. Pulling the flower crown off your hair and laying you back… Carnistir had dreamed of being able to have this moment with you, so when you came to move closer he spread his legs to let you stand fully in front of him. 

“But enough about him… I want to focus more on you, meldanya.” You whispered to him, as you bent over pressing your forehead to his. Carnistir smiled softly to himself, before he angled his head up, letting his nose brush against yours and his lips coming to press against yours. 

It was like all the other times he kissed you, it was sweet and slow… Though this time Carnistir started to put more passion behind his kisses. Passion that was pent up since the start of your courtship because he wanted to do things right with you, because you deserved it. He brought a hand to your waist and pulled you in closer and steadily he laid back, pulling you on top of him. 

His tongue light licking your bottom lip and you hummed in response at the feel of it, feeling a fluttering in your stomach before you granted him entrance into your mouth. Carnistir had never tasted sweeter until now, and you moaned softly as his tongue met yours curling around it as you two kissed. 

You felt a pulse of pleasure run through you as you felt Carnistir use his strength to shift you both more comfortably on the bed. You couldn’t wait to see how all that muscle and strength could be put to such good use. His lips never leaving yours, and his trousers becoming a bit tighter at the sound of your beautiful moan. 

Carnistir wanted to hear more, desperately. He wondered about all the things he could do to you all night long that would make you moan like that, or make any other pretty sounds. At that he rolled you both over, his lips parting from yours to see your face flushed and your lips a little swollen. 

“You look beautiful…” He murmured out before dipping his head down to come and kiss your jaw, his lips trailing down towards your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses, lightly licking against your pulse, making you shudder as you tilted your head back to grant him more access. Your hands came to his shoulders, caressing towards his chest and coming to the buttons of his white tunic. 

Desiring to feel his skin underneath your fingertips for a change, not wishing for clothes to inhibit more than what they were. 

Carnistir was distracted as he kissed your neck, listening to your little gasps as he nipped at your throat. Your fingers fumbling some but undoing the first button, and then the next before Carnistir’s lips came back to meet yours, resting on his forearm. You spread your legs wider to accommodate, and felt his erection pressing against you. 

Your hands continued at their task, trying not to get too distracted unbuttoning his tunic, when suddenly you felt Carnistir freeze in his kiss. His body tensing and a hand reflexively shot out to grab one of yours, making you in turn freeze too as you felt a shift. 

He had no idea what came over him suddenly, until the idea of you seeing him shirtless came to mind… Let alone bare. Carnistir wanted to be one with you, but suddenly his nerves were sky high and he feared that once you saw him shirtless…. Saw the extent of his freckles and his redness… That you’d reject him. 

That you would be disgusted by him and that you would want to go back on everything that happened here today. 

“Carnistir?” You whispered out to him softly and he didn’t answer you, only climbing off of you rather quickly and turning his back to you. You began to panic, wondering if you had done something wrong. Did he think this was a mistake?

Oh Eru… You thought wondering if he wanted to go back on everything that had happened today and annul the marriage entirely. You felt tears spring to your eyes but you tried to quell them, because you didn’t know what was wrong. You were only making assumptions and you didn’t things to be irreparable until you had an answer from him. 

“Carnistir what’s wrong?” You pressed again, and you heard him take a shaky sigh, watching him run a hand through his hair, before you noticed he was clutching his chest. Holding his tunic closed, he just knew you would reject him if you saw it… he didn’t know how on earth the marriage night could proceed now. 

“I-I’m sorry.” Carnistir managed out, and he sounded almost bitter, but you knew well enough by now that it wasn’t aimed at you… Was he angry with himself? You wondered and it settled your nerves a little bit. You knew how he could be when he was waging war with himself,

“I can’t… I can’t…” He said softly, almost pained and this time you sat up, getting off the bed and approaching. There was more happening here than him rejecting you and you knew that now, hearing the self directed bitterness, the pain in his voice. This was about him, it wasn’t about you and now you felt better knowing he wasn’t rejecting you. 

“Meldanya, what is the matter?” You asked as you moved to approach him, and slowly he turned to look at you, and you could see where his hands held his half open tunic shut. His silver eyes half meeting yours before they met the ground, his face was cherry red going all the way up to the tip of his ears. 

Carnistir was quiet for a long moment, closing his eyes like he was pained to have to admit what was wrong with him and why he was…. Hesitant. Which was a mild way of putting his reaction. 

“It is nothing you’ve done…” Carnistir whispered out to you, looking at you with knitted brows and a frown pulling at his lips before he looked away again. Hesitantly you approached him, letting your hand come out to touch his shoulder. You felt him tense underneath your touch again but you didn’t feel him pull away. 

“Then what is it, meldanya. You can tell me, I am sure whatever it is we can work through it.” You assured him with a warm smile, hoping to help put him at ease and help him open up. You wanted your wedding night to be an enjoyable one for you both, but it was clear his nerves were getting the better of him. 

He was quiet for a long moment, watching you as you came to stand in front of him. Your hands coming to his shoulders where you rubbed affectionately, hoping to soothe his nerves and help him relax under your touch. It seemed like it was working as his shoulders sagged some as he took a breath. Finally mustering up the courage to speak to you about what was on his mind. 

“What if… you don’t like what you see?” Carnistir revealed to you and suddenly it all clicked. He nervous about you seeing his skin, that was why he had reacted the way that he had. You gave him a gentle smile, 

“Of course I will like what I see, melda.” You answered him softly as you gently reached for the hand clutching his tunic tightly. Slowly as you moved to take his hand away, Carnistir complied, letting you pull his hand away and his half undone tunic began to fall open. 

“If I didn’t love you, all of you, I would not have agreed to marry you, Carnistir.” You said to him in a soft voice, letting your eyes trail to his muscular chest and you could see red splotchy patches on his skin. But it didn’t detract from his beauty in the least bit, if anything you were eager to see more of his beautiful skin. 

“May I?” You asked softly when your hand came down to the buttons of his tunic and there was a moment of silence between the two of you. Slowly he nodded his head, taking a deep breath especially as your fingers brushed against his skin as you began to undo the rest of the buttons. 

You were quiet as the tunic began to fall open the rest of the way, exposing his more muscular physique, and you brought your hands to gently touch his abdomen. Feeling it flex at your cooler touch before you brought the other hand over, sliding it up his stomach, and towards his chest and too his shoulders.

“You can tell me to stop.” You assured him as you paused just at his shoulders, and when he said nothing, gently you pushed the tunic down his arms. There was a long moment of silence as you began to drink in the sight of his bare chest, splotched with red and freckles. And you couldn’t see how any of him wasn’t just absolutely perfect. You began to smile before you leaned forward to press a kiss to his clavicle and press yourself against him. 

“You are beautiful melda.” You whispered softly against his skin, and Carnistir flushed at your words. Shivering at your caressing hands, but tongue tied on being able to say anything on the matter, overwhelmed that you found him to be beautiful despite his difference in skin. 

You tilted your head up from your spot on his chest, your nose brushing against his and a smile playing on your lips, especially as you heard the shaky exhale of your husband. 

“It’s only fair you see more of me too… Come, help me out of my clothes.” You whispered to him, your lips centimeters from his, barely brushing against soft ones. 

It was all the motivation that Carnistir needed before he pressed his lips right into yours again, with unbridled passion, making you hum. You certainly couldn’t wait for what was to come. 

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