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đČâ ÖŽÖ¶Öž àčđ âYou Have Heterochromia Eyes
Headcanons: Curufin, Argon, Finarfin, Egalmoth, Thingol and Beleg
A/N: First of the event to go up. Been thinking of doing one with reader having starry eyes, but thatâs an idea for another time. Enjoy!
đČâ ÖŽÖ¶Öž àčđ â Curufin
Known for his keen senses, the moment you entered the room, he was able to distinguish the difference in your aura from everyone else, and it was all because of your eyes.
âYour eyes are quite captivating,â he remarks as he stares into your orbs, wondering which to focus on. His inquisitiveness causes him to slightly lean into your space to gain a closer look.
Of course, you respond informing him that your eyes were more unusual than captivating. To which he shuts down politely, informing you that âuniqueâ and âmajesticâ were the proper words to describe your eyes.
Curufin usually finds it impossible to leave your side, wanting to learn all that he can from you while gazing off into your eyes and getting lost as the conversation continues. He finds it difficult to remain focused, especially when you meet his eyes with an equal stare. âWhich eyes should I stare into today?â
As a way of appreciating your eyes, he doesnât waste a moment launching himself into the forge to whip up a piece of jewellery that matches the shades of your eyes and your personality.
đČâ ÖŽÖ¶Öž àčđ â Argon
The youngest Prince of the House of Fingolfin becomes a stuttering, blushing mess as he morphs into a poet while lying about his poetic skills being terrible. He canât take his eyes off yours to the point that he gets scolded for staring too hard.
He always finds excuses whenever heâs around you to look into your eyes, so he doesnât come off as creepy. Mostly making jokes or performing some stunts so your eyes can always be on him.
Compliments roll off his tongue ten times every ten minutes because you deserve to know that he adores your eyes and how much they suit everything about you. Loves to make comments about Eru not knowing which colour to give you, so he gifted you the two/three most beautiful.
âItâs almost as if your eyes match your mood as well,â heâll mumble while pushing his face closer to get a better look as if he wasnât already an inch away from your face.
As a way of showing his appreciation, he could commission a piece of jewellery for him to wear with the respective gemstones that match your eyes. That way, whenever youâre apart and he looks at it, heâll remember your eyes (because theyâre also sparkly and bright).
đČâ ÖŽÖ¶Öž àčđ â Finarfin
He has seen his fair share of heterochromatic eyes before (his eldest brother), so it wasnât a big thing when he heard people speaking about yours. That was until he stumbled upon you for the first time and blurted out that your eyes were the prettiest to ever exist, better than his brother.
Finarfin makes it his business to ensure that you donât ever forget that your eyes are filled with the essence of the Light of the Two Trees, and if anyone disagrees, heâs having none of that.
Poems and songs written by yours truly and recited on the cliffsides or beaches during sunsets and sunrises because your eyes sparkle and light up even more. Gets lost in your eyes, literally, because theyâre the windows to your soul.
Loves to observe you as you speak due to your expressiveness which becomes enhanced by your eyes. Every micro-expression, he picks up and fawns over because how can someone look as beautiful as you do when blinking.
Can never be upset with you because all you have to do is pout and flash him those puppy and BAM, the argument is over. Itâs worse if you cry because you look beautiful when you do, and he forgets that youâre sad, caught up in your gorgeousness.
đČâ ÖŽÖ¶Öž àčđ â Egalmoth
He tells you immediately, right off the bat, that your eyes were the blueprint for the reason behind the name of his House (lies obviously) because heâs starstruck by the magnificence behind them.
Egalmoth deeply appreciates your eyes and the significance they hold (in his opinion). As a Lord of exquisite taste in art and all beautiful things, he makes it his business to turn your eyes into a passionate subject of admiration.
âYour eyes are as captivating as a starlit night,â he would whisper one night while stargazing. âI have never seen anything like them, for I do not know if you should share them with the world or be selfish and share them with only me.â
He canât figure out which eye he should focus on as you speak because both are equally captivating, itâs impossible to pick one, so youâre stuck with his tropical bird dance. At least he has impressed you, so it worked in some ways.
Like the others, he easily finds himself under hypnosis the minute to flash him a sweet expression whilst using your eyes to do most of the work. Whatever you want, just say the word and Egalmoth will get it for you.
đČâ ÖŽÖ¶Öž àčđ â Thingol
âYou must be a Maia or Vala, for no ordinary person can possess such beauty all at the same time.â Smooth words to greet you with upon your first meeting, and it did work. Thingol feels as though you have cast a spell and placed him under it upon first sight.
Itâs impossible to deny you whatever you want when you bat those pretty lashes and flash him puppy eyes to have your way. Youâve found his weakness, and he isnât ashamed to say that he enjoys it.
Praises unlike any other and worships the ground you walk on, ensuring that you donât ever feel ostracised. He wants you to understand that your uniqueness should be cherished and understood.
Like the others, he believes that there must be something extraordinary about you, hence the reason you possess those eyes. Itâs as if they enhance a special ability of yours (yeah, getting spoilt).
To him, beyond all the weakness they make him feel, they also bring about a sense of tranquillity, similar to the forest of Doriath. He seldom finds himself strolling throughout the forest, deep in thoughts about you.
đČâ ÖŽÖ¶Öž àčđ â Beleg
The moment he met you, he almost fell to his knees, believing that you were some deity come to bless or speak with him. Turned out even better, you were sent to be with him, and he is thankful each and every day.
He claims that whenever he looks into your eye, he sees the forest and suddenly calmness washes over him. Itâs as though you bring to forest with you, wherever you go, and Beleg is eternally grateful your gift.
Doesnât like to disagree with you, so even if you were to agree, those eyes were enough to end the dispute. He crumbles so easily while clinging to you and pouting about not liking the look your beautiful eyes are giving him.
Youâll be speaking to him, and his eyes are just like ââââ because he doesnât know which one to focus on. He finds it difficult to focus on one eye when both deserves equal attention at the same time, yet with all the hunter skills he has, he can barely focus on both.
He believes that with eyes like yours, you probably see the world differently, hence why he enjoys listening to your stories of adventures. There is a level of privilege he feels when he is told off the world through your eyes.
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(batsyforyou's celebrimbor as baby headcannons is giving me baby fever rn so here I am haha)
When I'm finally finished with cleaning the mess tyelpe made earlier and after taking a much needed bath, i walk over to curufin, seeing him rocking tyelpe gently back and forth before placing him in crib, I mouth a silent "is he asleep?", when he nods, I sigh in relief. I shake my head, still being able to hear tyelpe's giggles in my mind as he made his dinner fly all around the kitchen and as he smacked my face with it; I snort silently, little piece of shit, here he was, finally asleep, sleeping like an innocent angel after exhausting both me and curufin. Putting an arm around Curufin's waist, I lean into his side, resting my head on his shoulder as we gaze down at the crib together where tyelpe rests. I can't help but smile at the sight, it really was exhausting, taking care of this little one, but Eru, seeing him now, sleeping so peacefully, it was the most adorable thing ever! I sigh again, I can't belive he was our precious baby... I place a gentle a kiss on curufin's shoulder, gazing up at him softly "curvo, my love, i want one more..."
âOne more what? Kiss to my shoulder? You know you are free to give me all the kisses in the world, darling,â he muttered and leaned closer to bridge the gap and kiss your forehead, however, his lips never reached. Instead, he noticed your frown and shaking head as your eyes darted to a sleeping TyelpĂ«. Then the clogs turned and he smirked. âOh! You want another troublemaker...very well then.â
#âĄ{sweet.hugs} ~ {curufin}#curufin imagine#curufin x you#curufin x y/n#curufin#atarinkĂ«#atarincĂ«#feanorians#silm imagines#middle earth imagine
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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 youâve picked up their mannerisms - Caranthir and Curufin
Authorâs note: Aaah, my first ask! Hi Phantom!! Thanks for your request, I had so much fun writing this. I chose Cara (can u tell heâs my favorite) and Curufin for this one :)
This is the tune I was listening to while writing â letâs 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 â 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 yearâs 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 â quietly whispering about the things that drained you the most during the day.Â
When you open your eyes again, youâre met with a smirk.Â
"Donât 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.Â
"I didnât know I had such an impact on you."Â
"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.Â
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 heâs 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 CurufinwĂ« â the insufferable spring of wisdom, as his brothers call him âwouldnât 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 â you sound just like him???
When you finish, you look into your partnerâs 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 couldnât 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.Â
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.
#caranthir#caranthir imagine#caranthir x reader#caranthir headcanon#curufin#curufin imagine#curufin x reader#curufin headcanon#request
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Celegorm but everything about him is 10x funnier because he's a chronic ainur fucker and just doesn't tell anyone about it. He looks inwards and decides marriage is between elves so deciding to roll around with maiar of the hunt is absolutely valid and not marriage. Who's ever heard of an elf marrying a Maia?
Elven polyamory may be illegal but it doesn't count if he's just ferrying kisses between Oromë and Våna- they're not elves. No, it's not hypocritical, what are you talking about. Just don't tell his father. What? No, not because of the whole polyamory thing, Feanor's just got a thing about Valar. Yes Celegorm is sure that's the only reason he doesn't want to tell his dad.
#tolkien#silmarillion#silm#celegorm#tyelkormo#orome#vana#yes this means tyelko is taking the dog in the divorce#the moon appears and he's like immediately âayo that's Tilionâ#curufin voice: how are you recognising a maiar who is currently the fucking moon#tyelko voice: funny that you'd mention fucking the moon#do you see my vision#no one makes him weird enough. this man speaks dog and bird and fistfights people over dragonfly linguistics#of course he's mental gymnasticing his way to convincing himself that he's definitely not disappointing his father#(a common feanorian pastime)#just imagining the Doriath beef here btw#âwhy's thingol so special huhâ âI mean he did marry a Maiaâ âhe's not special do you know how many times I had to get an impromptu divorceâ#âwhatâ âyeah cause I'd accidentally marry a Maia. or like OromĂ« once or twiceâ#âOROME??â âok maybe three timesâ
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been thinking about Beren and LĂșthien ballet adaptation again...
#ft a proper finrod and celegorm design!#and daeron stalking#and mandos#giselle vibes for the halls of mandos sequence#in an actual ballet the story would have to be drastically simplified because you can't have overly complex dialogue#so i'm not sure if you would actually want to include finrod and celegorm+curufin in an actual adaptation since the bare bones of the story#still works without them. but it's more fun with them in it#also!#i have more sketches :) trying to work on some 'court scenes' which i imagine would be similar to sleeping beauty or romeo and juliet#for doriath and nargothrond#may post those too if i get the motivation to finish coloring them haha#clarisse doodles#tolkien#the silmarillion#beren and luthien#tolkien ballet#beren#luthien#finrod#celegorm#daeron
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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 đ
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 đđ»
some more lighthearted bonuses cuz why not:
#silmarillion#maedhros#maglor#kidnap fam#elrond#elros#silmarillion comic#itd be pretty freaky to see injured ghost dudes lurking around but honestly i think after sirion its just another monday to the the twins#maglor has an inkling of whats going on but maedhros shrugs it off as kids having overactive imaginations#fingons here to mourn over maedhros' decline but also to make sure turgons great grandkids are doing aite#i despise colouring đđ#peredhel twins#sons of feanor#celegorm#caranthir#curufin#fingon#ambarussa#amrod#amras#mnm's dysfunctional family#noldor#amon ereb#silm#the silmarillion#the silmarillion fanart#elves#sakasakart#silm art#ghosts
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the classic the classic (pink)
neon pastel
sleepwear party
formal dinner
behold a collection of C&C nargothrond-era outfit doodles, inspired by PD outfits from @braywashed / @kitwilsonsass
#silm#silmarillion#celegorm#curufin#outfit design#pretty deadly#crossover#wwelves#elfify#<- i think that crossover tag counts too#i didnt draw shoes on these so imagine them wearing bloodstained greaves and sabatons with every outfit#inspired by seeing some of braywasheds recent pd posts and thinking that it looks like something from nargothrond#curufin seems to favor more sleeve-y sleeves and tabard style skirts#celegorm leans more towards sleeveless turtleneck and cropped slacks#honestly i would have thought it would be reversed but i guess it makes sense#also for the pd crossover part of it#kitto seems to have more of the high waisted loose pants and elto wears more sleeveless very-cropped tops#even outfit wise these guys match c&c#has anyone asked them if theyve read the silm#or at least their costume designer#because someone there has to be doing this on purpose right??
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(sometime during Fingon's reign)
Maedhros: Finno, darling, are you alright?
Maedhros: I've just seen you using regular ink to sign decrees, instead of your fauvourite, fancy, pink, glitter one
Maedhros: I got worried.
#the silmarillion#silm incorrect quotes#russingon#russingon incorrect quotes#fingon#maedhros#high king fingon#incorrect silmarillion quotes#how do they even have glitter?idk#okay actually I have a headcanon#which is that curufin invented glitter so celebrimbor could have shimmering birthday hat#tiny birthday hats everyone#these r so cute#imagine 5 years old celebrimbor in one#he would look so cute#anyway back to fingon#I definitely see him as the kind of person who signs up legal documents with glittery gel pens
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i'd forgotten how humiliating this scene is for curufin. the second-hand embarrassment is so bad it's almost painful to read. if i were him i would've literally died of mortification on the spot
#grabbed by the throat. HURLED to the ground. throttled. DESPOILED. helplessly stripped of his belongings#imagine the state that he's in. disheveled. covered in dirt and bruises and scratches. leaves and twigs stuck in his hair.#FLUNG away. YEETED. and on top of all of that he has to share a horse with his big brother like a child T-T#wilwarin-wilwa.txt#curufin
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I think about this passage and footnote from the Shibboleth of FĂ«anor a lot.
[FĂ«anor] himself perished too early in the war against Morgoth, largely because of his recklessnes, to do more than note the differences between the dialects of North Sindarin (which was the only one he had time to learn) and the Western[22]. 22 His sons were too preoccupied in war and feuds to pay attention to such matters, save Maglor who was a poet, and Curufin, his fourth and favourite son to whom he gave his own name; but Curufin was most interested in the alien language of the Dwarves, being the only one of the Noldor to win their friendship. It was from him that the loremasters obtained such knowledge as they could of the Khuzdul.
#feanor#maglor#curufin#quotes#there is just SO MUCH going on here#I can imagine a whole novelette based on this passage#fourth son fifth son who knows
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Ë àŁȘ .You Donât Give Them Attention (They Get Jealous)Ë àŁȘ .
Headcanon: Curufin, Amrod, Galdor, Beleg, Gwindor
A/N: Just giant needy puppies who canât go five seconds without your attention. Not that we donât mind. Enjoy!!
êŠê·Curufinê·êŠïž¶
Strolling into the room with his usual confidence and composure, his steps faltered slightly when he noticed you curled up on the couch, entirely absorbed in a book. You donât even glance up as he enters, too engrossed in the story to notice his presence. Curufin stood there for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the sceneâthe book, the pile of plush animals surrounding you, and the contented purring of your pet nestled against your side.
With a sharp clearing of his throat, expecting you to at least acknowledge him, you only hummed in response, prompting his lips form a slight pout. Not one to be ignored, Curufin walked over and deliberately sat beside you, close enough that his leg pressed against yours. Still, you didnât look up.
âIs that book more interesting than me, melda?â he asked his tone light but with an edge of playful jealousy.
You glanced at him, offering a smile of acknowledgement before returning to your book. And Curufinâs eyes narrowed further as he watched you, clearly not satisfied with the lack of attention. With a huff, he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest in an exaggerated display of annoyance.
âSo youâre going to ignore me?â After a few minutes, he sighs dramatically. âI see how it is. Iâve been replaced by a book, a collection of stuffed animals, and a cat.â He makes a show of turning away from you, his lips still pursed in a mock pout.
Amused by his antics, you finally set the book down, turning to him with a smile. âOh, donât be such a sore baby,â you teased and pulled him close. With ease, you watched his pout dissolved into a satisfied smirk as you cuddled against him, your attention now fully on him.
âMuch better,â he murmured, kissing your temple as he relaxed into your embrace.
êŠê·Amrodê·êŠïž¶
The moment he walked into the room, his heart which was set on spending some time with you, sank. His playful smile, ready to tease you or suggest a fun activity, shifted when he spotted you sitting on the floor with your pet, brushing its fur with gentle, loving strokes. A few of your stuffed animals were scattered around, while you were humming softly, clearly in your own little world.
He stopped dead in his tracks, his smile fading into a pout as he realised that your attention was wholly occupied. Shifting from foot to foot, he waited for you to notice him, but you were too focused on your pet to look up.
âFocused on the dog, are we?â Amrod says, trying to sound nonchalant, but there was a definite note of jealousy in his voice. You glanced up with a bright smile, but before you can respond, your pet nuzzled you, and your attention was immediately drawn back to it.
Not one to miss out on the opportunity to be dramatic, he flopped down onto the couch with a theatrical sigh. âSo this is the way that it is now,â he muttered, crossing his arms and looking away. âReplaced by a pet and stuffed animals. And here I thought I was your favourite. Guess Iâll just disappear far, far awayâŠâ
You couldnât resist a giggle at his pouting, setting your pet aside and crawling over to him. âYouâll always be my favourite,â you assured him, snuggling up against his side.
Easily, his pout softened into a grin as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. âGood,â he murmured, resting his head against yours. âBecause I wasnât planning on sharing you with anyoneânot even your fluffy friends.â
êŠê·Galdorê·êŠïž¶
Galdor had spent the better part of the day trying to catch your attention, but you were completely absorbed in your new projectâa delicate tapestry you were weaving with intricate elven patterns. The colours danced across the fabric under your skilled hands, and you were so engrossed in your work that you hardly noticed when Galdor entered the room.
At first, he watched you in silence, admiring the way your brow furrowed in concentration, the way your fingers moved so deftly over the loom. But as the hours passed, Galdor couldnât help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He was used to having your attention, to hearing your laugh and seeing your smile directed at him. Now, all of that was being lavished on a piece of cloth.
âAm I to be replaced by a tapestry?â Galdor finally asked, his voice carrying a playful lilt but with an underlying pout. You looked up, surprised to find him standing there, his arms crossed and a slight frown on his handsome face.
âGaldor, I didnât see you come in,â you said, laughing softly as you set your work aside. But Galdor wasnât satisfied with just a smile. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.
âYouâve been ignoring me all day,â he murmured, a touch of exaggeration in his voice. âIâm starting to think you love that tapestry more than me.â
You turned in his arms, placing a kiss on his cheek. âNever,â you assured him, laughing as you saw the corners of his lips finally curve into a smile. âBut youâre much more distracting than a tapestry, that Iâll have no choice but to continue ignoring you to finish it up.â
Without missing a single beat, he whined, âAbsolutely not.â
êŠê·Belegê·êŠïž¶
Patiently waiting for you to finish your latest projectâa beautifully carved wooden figure of an animal native to BeleriandâBeleg sat still and silent. Your hands moved with precision and focus, every stroke of the knife revealing the shape beneath the wood. Beleg admired your skill, but as the hours dragged on and your attention remained entirely on the carving, he started to feel a little neglected.
He tried to distract himself, sharpening his arrows, organizing his gear and making conversation, which failed as it resulted in you ignoring him halfway through it. Finally, he couldnât take it anymore as he wandered over to where you were sitting, casually leaning against the table, his arms folded.
âDo you plan on spending the entire day with that piece of wood?â he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to hide the slight pout in his voice. You looked up, surprised to find him so close, and grinned.
âItâs almost done,â you replied, not noticing the way his shoulders slumped and his lips quivered slightly at your response. Beleg sighed dramatically, moving to sit beside you, his presence warm and comforting.
âPerhaps I should start carving something too,â he mused aloud, âthough I doubt it would keep me as entertained as yours has kept you.â
You finally set the carving aside and turned to face him, realising just how much youâd been absorbed in your work. âBeleg, are you jealous of a block of wood?â you teased, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his face.
Beleg gave you a lopsided grin, his earlier pout forgotten. âOnly when it steals you away from me,â he admitted softly. You laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek, and Belegâs smile widened. âI suppose I can forgive you, this time.â
âYouâre such a jealous, big baby, Beleg.â
âHey! I have all the right to be!â
êŠê·Gwindorê·êŠïž¶
Gwindor had always been a patient elf, but today, that patience was wearing thin. You had been spending the better part of the afternoon in the garden, tending to your beloved plants with a devotion that left little room for anythingâor anyoneâelse.
At first, Gwindor had simply watched you from a distance, admiring the way the sunlight caught in your hair and the gentle way you handled each leaf and blossom. He knew how much you loved your plants, and normally, he found it endearing. But today, he couldnât help but feel a bit left out.
You were crouched down, carefully pruning a particularly stubborn shrub, when you felt a presence behind you. Before you could turn around, a soft voice broke the silence.
âAre the plants truly so fascinating?â Gwindor asked, his tone laced with a hint of playful reproach.
You glanced over your shoulder to see him standing there, arms crossed, his usually bright eyes now clouded with something akin to a pout. It was rare to see Gwindor in such a mood, and you couldnât help but smile at the sight.
âThey are,â you replied teasingly, turning back to your work. âThey require a lot of attention.â
âAnd what of me?â he pressed, stepping closer. âDo I not require attention as well?â
You could hear the slight pout in his voice, and it made your heart swell with affection. Setting down your shears, you finally turned to face him fully. He was so close now that you could see the soft furrow in his brow and the slight downturn of his lips.
âYouâre jealous of the plants?â you asked, barely suppressing a giggle.
Gwindor didnât answer immediately, instead dropping his gaze to the ground. âPerhaps,â he muttered, looking more like a scolded child than the proud warrior you knew him to be.
Unable to resist any longer, you reached out and gently cupped his cheek, drawing his gaze back to yours. âYou have nothing to worry about,â you whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. âYouâll always have my attention.â
Gwindorâs pout melted away, replaced by a warm, contented smile. âGood,â he murmured, pulling you into a gentle embrace. âBecause I thought I had to perform a circus of tricks to get your attention.â
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Curufin, little Tyelpë has been whining about a younger sibling for a while now... how about we grant his wish?
âAnother child, you say? Is it truly the wish of my son or simply a trick conjured to pull me into your temptation for hours between the sheets?â he muttered against your lips before swooping in to capture them in a chaste, yet, aggressive kiss before pulling back to gaze into your eyes. âEither way, I would be honoured to make the hours with you worth every second.â
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Imagine trying to enjoy alone time in a tavern, but then ending up as the local therapist for an elf and his relatives.
Imagine trying to simply enjoy some alone time in a tavern, drinking some beverage, and minding your own business till you meet this one elf and became regular chat buddies. Now, the relatives of this elf keep coming to the tavern to talk about their problems with you.Â
Warnings: readerâs sanity gets tested.Â
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Day 1
Maedhros: *Walks into the tavern, takes a seat, orders a drink, and slams his head against the table*
You: Now that sounds like someone is done with everyday life.
Maedhros: You have no idea.Â
You: Which one for you, work or unbearable relatives?
Maedhros: Hmm?
You: Work or unbearable relatives? Sometimes it's the work that tires you out, but sometimes itâs the relativesâ who do things that make you tick beyond measure.Â
Maedhros: Hmm⊠both. Why would you like to know?
You: Just filling out boredom. Wanna have a drink? I can pay for you because you look like you need it.Â
Maedhros: Well â that is nice of you. I am Maedhros.Â
You: (Name)
After a week of meeting with Maedhros to shit talk about family, drink, and send each other offâ not to be seen for another week.Â
Maedhros: And yet again, I have to clean up after my brothers.Â
You: Man, that sucks.Â
Maedhros: Indeed. I have to go. It was nice talking to you.Â
You: Bye.Â
Maedhros: Farewell.Â
Maedhros: *Walks out of the tavern after paying the bartender*
You: *Sits in silence, drinking*
Maglor: *Walks in and notices you*
Maglor: Excuse me? Are you (Name)?
You: Uuh â yeah?Â
Maglor: I heard about you from my brother, Maedhros. He apparently likes to come here to talk and drink with you.Â
You: And you are?
Maglor: I am Maglor.
You: Ah, the one that sings in the morning and never shuts up.Â
Maglor: What?
You: Nothing! What do you want?Â
Maglor: I will be honest. I need to relieve something out of my chest. And since Maedhros likes talking with you. I have been ha â *talks about his problems with his family*
You: *Staring at him, confused.*
You: Wha â?
Week 2
You: *Trying to enjoy peace after having talk sessions with both Maedhros and Maglor for a week.Â
Caranthir: You!
You: Wah! What!
Caranthir: Are you (Name)?
You: uhm â yes? Iâm sorry. Did I do something to piss you off?
Caranthir: No. Why would you think that?
You: You look angry.Â
Caranthir: Well, Iâm not. I am Caranthir. I heard about you from two of my brothers, Maedhros and Maglor.Â
You: Oh, the grumpy one and the one that hoards all the gold?
Caranthir: What?
You: Nothing! What can I do for you?
Caranthir: I heard talking with you helps relieve stress and resolve problems. So, let me start â
You: And what if I donât-
Caranthir: I will only talk about this once, so listen carefully. I am so done with my â*talks about his problems with his brothers and relatives and problems managing the money*
You: What?
Week 4
You: *Groaning while lying your head against the table*
Celegorm: You (Name)?!
You: What? Who â who are you two?!
Celegorm & Curufin: *sits on each side of you that you sat between them*
Celegorm: We belong to the same family as the rest of our dear brothers, who seem to like turning their backs on us in our time of need.Â
You: That â doesnât tell me anything.Â
Curufin: His name is Celegorm and I am Curufin.Â
You: Oh, The unhinged forest goblin and the cheap copy of dad?
Celegorm & Curufin: What?
You: Nothing! I assume you wanna talk and let something out of your chest too?Â
Celegorm: Excellent! Then there is no need for an explanation. Let me tell you what kind of a rough week we had.Â
Celegorm: I was planning good things for our people, but they kicked us out because apparently we were evil, and I tried to force myself upon Doriathâs princess. I was only trying to show I would be a better option than that mortal man. She even stole my dog!Â
Celegorm: Can you believe that? And all people claim weâre the most problematic people in Beleriand.Â
You: Didnât you try to kill them, though?
Curufin: And my son doesnât want to be my son anymore? Apparently, I disgusted him so much that he decided to disown himself.Â
You: âwhat?
Week 6
You: *Groaning even harder after exhausting weeks of listening to the feanoriansâ problems*
Fingon: Excuse me, are you by any chance (Name)?
You: Please, donât tell me youâre one of Maedhrosâs brothers!
Fingon: Oh no, Iâm not.
You: â really?
Fingon: Iâm his half-cousin!
You: dammit!
Week 8
Fingolfin: You must be (Name)
You: Huh?
Fingolfin: Okay, let me talk about my kids and those problematic nephews of mine.Â
You: Sir? Do I know you?
Fingolfin: My kids donât listen to me, and my half-brotherâs kids just do anything they like, causing problems and being a bunch of ruffians.Â
You: Sir? Sir? SIR?!
Week 14
Maedhros: Hey, (Name). Sorry, I have not been visiting for a while. I have been busy with work.Â
Maedhros: (Name)?
You: *You sit up, shadows and bags in your eyes, exhausted and looking like you were going to break down at any moment*
Maedhros: (Name)! What happened? You look awful!
You: You â and the rest of your family need to find professional help.
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An idea I had a while back that I finally sketched out
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The Sons of FĂ«anor behind closed doors
Authorâs note: A collection of random intimate moments between you and your favorite FĂ«anorian. Part 1/? There will definitely be more parts to this!
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Caranthir
Carnistir always runs warm
It doesnât matter how cold it is outside, his temperature never seems to drop. Must be his blood cuz its boiling Â
In the evening, youâll find him looking through the bookshelves in your chambers, thinking about which one heâs going to read to you
This is a routine you have established quite early on, him being a bookworm and you loving the sound of his voice and storytelling abilitiesÂ
He always comes back to join you right when your feet start getting cold. The second he sits down beside you, you bury them underneath his legs, certified personal heaterÂ
He shudders at the coldness and shoots you an annoyed look, scolding you about how you should put on socks.Â
"Youâre going to catch a cold."Â
"Not when I have you right here!" You grin and are met with him rolling his eyesÂ
When he opens the book, you throw your arms around his neck and look over his shoulder, waiting for him to start reading, but he just seems to be flipping through the pages aimlessly, too distracted by your sudden proximity
His face grows redder with every second
You snuggle into his hot cheek, and he feels you smile against his skin.
How is he supposed to focus?? Manz is flustered
"You do remember where we left off, right?" You ask teasingly, he just clears his throat and mutters something about chapter three. When he finally finds the chapter he lets out a breath he seemed to be holding foreverÂ
Is it hot in here? Nope, just Caraâs body temperature which is off the charts by nowÂ
Thereâs something about his reading voice, the way it sounds soft like a velvet blanket, yet so sharp
And though youâd love to listen to the story, the exhaustion takes over you, leaving you half asleep on his shoulder near the chapterâs end
He puts down the book and rests his head against yours for a moment, secretly smiling to himself in pure bliss before gently picking you up and carrying you to bed
Eru, the things you do to him, but he wouldnât have it any other wayÂ
Maedhros
This gentle giant loves it when you play with his hands
He noticed a long time ago how fidgety you would get whenever something was making you nervous
Your anxiety shows itself in you cracking your knuckles, playing with the rings on your fingers, pulling at the fabric of your clothingÂ
Sometimes, however, you wouldnât have anything to help reduce your anxietyÂ
He made it a habit to look for that twitch in your fingers, and whenever that happens, he just takes your hands into his
And since his hands are significantly larger than yours, it would only take one of them to encapsulate both of yours, and squeeze them reassuringly (weâre obviously talking pre-oath here oop) while the other tends to whatever it is he was doing before
Although open displays of affection are frowned upon, he considers your comfort more important than the judgement he would receiveÂ
Letâs be real, nobody would dare to ever voice their disapproval. Itâs Maedhros theyâre talking to, zero fucks given here
This morning, you have been sitting next to Mai in a meeting for the longest time when one of the attendees decides to criticize some of the contributions you have made earlier. You freeze. Heart starts beating impossibly fast at the tone of his voice, pointed and condescending. Eru. Do you answer? Are you supposed to answer?! Heâs looking right at you. Eruerueru-
The second Maiâs hand finds yours under the table, the tension leaves your body.Â
You take it with an urgency he recognizes all too well. One of your hands holds on to his wrist while the fingers on your other one intertwine themselves with his, your thumb drawing hectic circles into his cool skin. Your grip on his wrist tightens at times and you take deep breaths, trying to remain in controlÂ
You let go of his wrist and trace the veins on the back of his hand, trying to memorize the way his skin feels on yours, before you turn his hand around in your lap and do the same thing with the lines on his palm
His hand is relaxed in your grip, gradually transferring some of that energy to you
Heâs just so tall and self assured â the complete opposite of your current state â you could find solace in his presence alone if it werenât for your itching fingersÂ
Your movements become slower the longer you stay in contact with him
Itâs like his fĂ«a gathers in his hand, knowing you need it to touch you directly to come to your senses
And so the rush wears off, eventually the attendee stops talking and you are able to form a response that is just coherent enough to be said out loud in this setting
And as a result of your bond and the indemmar emerging from it, Maitimo proceeds to expand your argument in his own words, closing the case gracefully as ever without letting anything showÂ
You donât know what youâd do without him, especially in situations like theseÂ
Maglor
Contrary to popular belief, MakalaurĂ« is a clumsy individualÂ
You have to give that to him, his mind seems to be running nonstop, I imagine him to always be on the edge of sensory overload â just look at the world around you, how could you not want to capture every single aspect of it in poetry and song?Â
So, naturally, heâs not always fully present, at least not when heâs scribbling things on paper
You can tell whether to talk to him or leave him to his affairs by the way heâs sitting, the speed and loudness of the quill on his paper.
The more he hunches his back, the more he squints his eyes, chews on his lower lip, the messier his handwriting appears, the jerkier he moves the quill â thatâs when you know not to disturb him
Although sometimes, you yourself are quite preoccupied and forget about it
"LAURĂ!" you call out as you burst into his room, feet stomping on the wooden planks so enthusiastically their creaking could be mistaken for a cat screaming after having been stepped on its tailÂ
Poor Laurë is so startled, he jumps out of his skin, dies and is reborn all at once
The quill in his hand slides across the paper with the sudden movement of his arm and, yikes, the ink pot is sent flying along with pieces of parchment
He yells, eyes wide, hands in the air, frozen in place, a literal deer in the headlights
You stop dead in your tracks and cover your mouth in shock, immediately regretting your loud entry
"ERU, Y/N, DONâT DO THIS TO ME" "IâM SO SORRY!!" "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!" "I DONâT KNOW!!"
The last piece of paper lands on the ground, the air settles down and only then do you see the damage â splotches of ink are littered all over his desk and notes, his hands and sleeves. He sits there, with his upper body turned towards you, staring at his work on the floor, slowly breaking out of his state of shock and moving to pick it up with shaky hands
You hate to admit it to yourself, but heâs so unintentionally funny with his big eyes and startled movements. You can see how heâs trying to coordinate his thoughts again as his hands reach for each piece of paper below, sometimes grabbing the air instead of the actual objectÂ
Somebody help this man
And Eru forbid, when he sees the spilled ink on his notes, he goes through all the stages of grief right in front of your eyes and you feel even worse for the laughter thatâs bubbling up inside of you
Heâs like a sloth, slowly collecting his belongings with calculating eyes
You hastily step to his side and help him arrange everything on the desk, then proceed to get a washcloth to wipe away the spilled ink
When youâre finished, you are met with judgemental eyesÂ
"Iâm sorry, Iâm really sorry," you manage to get out before the laughter bursts out of you. LaurĂ« huffs and before you know it, his blue fingertips smear the leftover ink across your face
"Hey!" you yelp when he picks you up and carries you outside
If it werenât for the loud breath he lets out through his nose, you would have thought he was really mad at you, but he just puts you back down, trying his hardest to hide his smile upon seeing the blue lines on your faceÂ
"Iâll just come back later," you purse your lips and look up at him. He shakes his head at the mischievous twinkle in your eyes before leaning down to kiss the top of your head and then slamming the door in your face lolÂ
Celegorm
If thereâs one thing you know, itâs that Tyelko loves nature
You, on the other hand, have certain things youâd prefer to stay away from, such as spidersÂ
And as much as you love him, his "conquer your fear" mindset is anything but dear to you. Youâre a firm believer of respecting peopleâs fears and not forcing them to change that, whereas he thinks practically and doesnât always consider your thoughts, such as right now
He came running into your room when he had heard you scream in fear, ready to attack whatever was threatening you, or so he thoughtÂ
So there you are, standing on a chair, pointing at the spider in his hand
"Tyelkormo, I swear on my life, if you come any closer-"Â
"Y/N, you canât be serious, itâs tiny." "I donât care!" You yell, slowly stepping down from the chair and backing up
He smirks "You canât be that scared, love"Â
And all the alarms in your head go off when he steps closer to you, spider enclosed in his hand that is extended towards you
When your back hits the wall, you know youâre done for
"Tyelko-" "Just look at it!" He laughs at your reaction, knowing he wonât actually do anything. Deep down, you know it too, but he just loves to poke fun at you and you fall for it every single time
You think he'd leave it at that, but he actually dares to open his hand and of course, the spider jumps out in a frenzy, beginning to rope itself down from the palm of his hand
And you SCREAM, poor Tyelko actually has to cover his ears that's what he gets
The spider hurries away into some corner and you make a leap for the bed, grab a pillow and throw it at Tyelko, yelling at him to take it outside
When he finally does, your rage is still very much present and you take another pillow from behind you and hit him repeatedly
"Don't-" hit. "you-" hit. "ever-" hit. "do-" hit. "that-" hit. "again-" hit. "do-" hit. "you-" hit. "understand-" hit. "you're so annoying!!!"
He's obviously unfazed, if anything his smirk has grown even bigger
His arms snake around your waist and pull you close, cradling your head in his hand
"Did you seriously think I was going to let that spider harm you? You're so easy to tease, love"
Curufin
"Close your eyes," he instructs softly before carefully placing the item in your hands. He spent hours working on this, both scared and excited for your reaction
When he tells you to open your eyes again, they fall on a set of beautiful earrings. But that's not what makes you tear up!
Months ago, you had mentioned how much you missed the color of forget-me-nots in the winter time. It was a silly little thought you had voiced on a leisurely stroll with him on a rather cold morning, not expecting him to actually take it to heart like this
But here you are, in your hand these rose gold earrings, shaped like forget-me-nots, with little shimmering gems in the center â the same color as your favorite spring flower.
"Curufin!" you gasp, looking up at him
He just smiles and for the first time ever, he looks flustered, bashful, even
He's always so calm, stoic and levelheaded. To see him deliver a gesture like this is unusual to say the least
"Here, let me help you put them on," he gently takes the earrings out of your hands with his calloused fingers
You notice a band-aid on his left index finger, did he hurt himself when crafting these?
Once the earrings are on, you step in front of the mirror and Eru, the smile that blooms on your face almost makes his heart stop
Curvo was never one to display a lot of emotion, he just never deemed it necessary
But seeing you touched like this made him question what was so bad about letting his guard down sometimes
Especially when you would look at him, and his heart would erupt into a million tiny butterflies upon the effects of his gesture
Amrod
You're sat on the wooden fence framing the fields close to your estate, watching the cows
The sun is just about to set and you catch yourself staring at him
"Is there something on my face?" he suddenly asks and raises his eyebrows, you're caught in the act
Quick, think of something to save yourself from the embarrassment!!! Or else he'll never stop teasing you about this!!!
So you flick his forehead and watch him open his mouth in protest
"Hey!" "What are you gonna do, Pityo?"
You stick your tongue out and jump down into the high grass, watching him do the same, ready to follow you for some revenge
The air is quiet, and the first fireflies are already buzzing around the fields when he starts chasing you through the flowers
Your giggles and screams make the cows raise their heads one by one, disturbed by these two strange creatures running around them
Usually, Amrod knows not to run too close to the cows as it would agitate them, but he's just too caught up in the way your laughter tickles his pointed ears and the way your h/c hair flows in the wind â he doesn't notice one of them standing closer to him than he has anticipated
So yeah, poor unfortunate Pityo bumps into that cow. And he stumbles. And falls. And when he realizes what he's fallen into, he yells. And when you realize what he's fallen into, he's done for
"NO WAY!!!!" "STOP"
He gets up and looks down at his linen shirt which is now an earthy, lovely shade of brown
When you come closer, you see the blush on his cheeks, his ears growing redder and redder
"Not a word to my brothers!" he warns, pointing his finger at you
"What do I get in return?" you ask and clasp your hands in front of your body, a shit-eating grin on your face pun intended
He looks around helplessly, trying to come up with something to keep you from running off to tell everyone about this mishap
He just huffs in defeat, shoulders slacking "I'll do whatever you want, just don't tell them."
You don't know why, but seeing him at your mercy like this makes you feel bolder than usual
"Kiss me." It's a short and sweet proposal.
You can see in his face that he's expected anything but this, because manz GASPS and is frozen in place
He's been crushing on you for quite some time, and the two of you certainly shared a cheeky bond, constantly teasing each other in a loving way, but kissing you???
He's at a loss for words and just stares at you in disbelief, mouth opening and closing in an attempt to reply but failing miserably
You've never seen him so flustered when he usually has a snarky comeback for every situation. He's so cute.
You carefully take a few steps closer to him until you're a few centimetres apart and look up at him with a timid smile, waiting for his reaction. And he gazes into your eyes with a newfound vulnerability that makes your heart beat a lot faster than it already does
And when he finally makes up his mind and decides to go for it, the sun has set
His lips hover over yours before softly laying themselves upon yours like a secret in the dark, only to be whispered aloud in your presence
Amras
"Telvo, I'm really tired, how much longer do we have to walk?" you ask, the ache in your feet is almost unbearable at this point
He came into your room this morning, asking you to accompany him on his quest to find mushrooms to try an old recipe for a stew he had found in the library
You don't know how many times he's already come knocking at your door demanding your help for the most trivial things, but you comply every time, you just can't help it. Some of your best adventures are made with him
So there you are, wandering along the path leading back to your home, your apron full of mushrooms of all kind, Telvo walking in front of you with that bounce in his step indicating his good mood
"We're almost there, look!" He points towards the house on the edge of the valley you're passing through, although it's a bit too far for your liking
You groan, stumbling over a root sticking out from beneath you and having the mushrooms tumble all over the ground
"Oh no..." you sigh, looking up at your companion who's surprised at your exhaustion
"Are you alright? I'm sorry if I made you walk too much!" He stammers, crouching to pick up the mushrooms and put them back into your apron, which you had folded into a makeshift bag
Once they're all in there, he turns his back to you and gestures for you to hop on, which you do gladly
"Y/N, Y/N, you're spending too much time indoors. Look at how exhausted you are!" he snickers and resumes his trip towards your house. You just snuggle into his shoulder and blow into his ear
"Not everyone can run around in the forest all day, you know?" to which he just shakes his head and laughs
Once you're inside, you begin to prepare the stew, bickering and joking around all the while
"Eru, hopefully this will taste good. Where did you even find that recipe?"
He tells you about a collection of old, dusty books hidden away in his father's library. Some traveller had devised this recipe a long time ago. It's said to warm you from within with its unique taste. You could listen to his rambling for hours. He's always had a talent for discovering the most random things and taking them straight to you, his partner in crime and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Once the stew is done, you dig in, and who would have thought? A blissful warmth spreads throughout your bodies, caressing your bellies and putting satisfied smiles onto your faces
"Told you it was gonna taste good," he mumbles and winks, beckoning you to come and sit next to him so you could enjoy the incoming food coma together
He really is full of peculiar ideas, your beloved redhead
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Blinded by Arrogance
Curufin x Reader
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A/N: A big thank you to @saviorsong for helping find Curufin's more practical nature to help finish writing this fic.
Part 1 | Part 2
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Something had changed. Dramatically.Â
The lavish gifts had all but come to a standstill- no more expensive clothes, or expensive bottles of wine and food. No more jewelry or other baubles and trinkets. To be perfectly honest you were entirely relieved that was the case. As nice as the gifts had been, it hadnât felt genuine and just was a means to show off⊠Arrogant you dared to think.Â
Though you tried not to think of Lord Curufin like that seeing as in truth he had your heart. He made you feel all warm and fuzzy, you enjoyed the titillating conversations he shared with you. His mind was fascinating and his cleverness never failed to surprise you, but you had always wondered what soft things would sound like coming from him.Â
Well soft for Curufin, as you knew he was at all times a hard-ass. That was just part of who he was, and it was a treat you sometimes found equally as endearing as well as frustrating. As you just wanted him to show some emotion.Â
Especially if what he was lately insinuating was to be more romantically involved with you, seeing as he didnât just gift anyone fine and expensive gifts. Let alone freely give out gifts made by his own hand, all of which had been exquisite.Â
Yet⊠it was impossible to notice the shift in his gifts and the things he was sharing with you now. Gifts that were meant to be more of the kind on sentiment. Curufinâs version of sentiment. Practical and logical.
While Curufin was no poet, he certainly was⊠blunt in explaining how he felt for you, the letter was very practical and well put together, in a very Curufin manner. It wasnât anything like describing you to be a beauty that rivals the stars of Varda but it certainly got the point across that he found you beautiful, amongst other things.
In fact over the last several weeks, Curufin had sent you multiple letters and all of which you kept in one of the pretty trinket boxes that he gifted you. At least the gifts he did give you were usable.Â
There was another noticeable difference in Curufinâs behavior with you, he was a bit softer with you. Speaking in a noticeably gentler tone, brushing hair away from your face, even daring to let his hand brush against yours while walking close with you. It made your heart pound heavy in your chest, and left you blushing and overwhelmed- in a good way- by such small gestures.Â
It was all you needed to fall even harder for the Lord hook, line and sinker.Â
Curufin had noticed the change too, in your behavior. How responsive you were to those softer sappier things that Celegorm suggested- even if it wasnât that sappy. If it were anyone else, heâd never⊠But because it was you, well⊠Curufin couldnât deny that any of those things felt good to do with you. Proudly so, because he wasnât afraid to show you off.Â
The rules of propriety were important, but when it came to you, Curufin was more than willing to bend them to his will. To dote on you, as soft as he could stand.Â
Now the two of you walked together through the walkways of Himlad, enjoying a comfortable silence between one another after a long conversation about how your day was going. You felt the familiar brush of his hand against yours and this time it certainly felt intentional instead of accidental.Â
You felt a warmth find your face at the feel of his hand against yours, as you wracked your brain in an effort to try and find something to talk about. But it was derailed as his rough hand suddenly slipped in with yours, his fingers lacing with yours and instinctively you closed your hand around his.Â
Curufin came to a stop, bringing you to halt as well, the Lord turning to face you. Confident that the two of you were alone with one another, you looked up to see bright gray eyes looking down at you. Again with a softer look in his eyes as his freehand came and brushed some of your hair out of your face.
âThere is something Iâve been meaning to speak with you on.â Curufin began in his deep voice, âI didnât feel it would be appropriate to do so in one of my letters to you.â
You felt your heart leap into your throat in excitement as you began to wonder what it was he could be getting ready to ask of you. If he was finally going to ask you to court him or if it were going to be something else. Maybe something along the lines of why you had rejected him despite all his courting gifts⊠He never really seemed to ask you why.Â
Though that didnât explain why he was suddenly holding your hand, then again Lord Curufin could be a mystery to you with his intentions and meanings.
âY/N, it is clear to me now, that the gifts I had been originally giving, were not ones that expressed my intentions more clearly.â Curufin said to you, having your full attention now, curious to see where this was going, along with that familiar palpitation of excitement returning in your chest.Â
âAnd your intentions being?â You said softly, in almost coy like fashion, prodding a little more in an effort to get him to get his point across a little quicker. Curufin thought for a moment on your words,Â
âMy intentions being a that I wanted and would like to court you.â He said confidently, and you couldnât help but begin to smile at his words, Curufin was pleased to see such a joyous expression on your face at the words.Â
âI think you are kind and intelligent. Our conversations are always fascinating, and I enjoy the banter in which we share with one another.â Curufin began, and you were quiet as you listened to him feeling a blush come to your face, even if it was a practical statement in its own way it was sweet to hear.
âNot to mention the fact that I find you attractive, beautiful I think is the better way to put it. I enjoy your cleverness and your ability to make me think on things from a new perspective.â He continued,Â
âAnd your stubbornness is admirable, seeing as you are rooted in your belief system in past conversations weâve had even if I have tried to change your mind about something. Your personality is agreeable and I find it quite enjoyable.â For a moment Curufin paused, but you didnât say anything as you waited for him to get to the crux of the matter. You were eager to hear whatever it was he said next,
âThe fact of the matter is Y/N, despite what differences we do share with my practicality and your sentimentality I think we would make a fine match. I do not find myself often thinking so highly of someone else beyond my family members.â You hoped this wasnât his way of asking you to court him, and Curufin could tell judging by the uncertainty on your face that you were looking for a proper question. He could admire your impatience as he simply just hadnât made it that far yet,Â
âAs I said, I did not think it would be appropriate to do this in my letters, so Y/N I would like to properly ask for your hand in courtship.â Curufin said, still holding your hand and he watched the smile that began to find your face now. He released the breath he hadnât realized he had been holding, so Celegorm had been right after all. This more sentimental road had worked in capturing your heart, the same way you had very practically captured his heart.Â
âYes! Curufin! I would love to court you!â You beamed ecstatically, before you pulled your hand away. Curufin had hardly any time to react before your arms were wrapping around his waist for an embrace. For a moment you felt him tense at your reaction, before his arms encircled your body to hold you to him, though it felt a little rigid.
But it felt good to be in his arms and to feel them around you. Finally things had worked themselves out for the better and now you could be with Curufin. Though there was still some arrogance, you were glad to see that he wasnât blinded by it further anymore.Â
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