#curufin imagine

[doodle-pops]

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆You Have Heterochromia Eyes

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

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

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Curufin

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

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

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

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

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

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Argon

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

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

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

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

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

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Finarfin

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

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

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

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

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

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Egalmoth

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

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

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

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

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

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Thingol

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

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

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

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

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

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Beleg

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

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

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

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

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

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[lovefairymina]

(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..."

“One more what? Kiss to my shoulder? You know you are free to give me all the kisses in the world, darling,” 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 Tyelpë. Then the clogs turned and he smirked. “Oh! You want another troublemaker...very well then.”

[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.

[corsairspade]

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 Vána- 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.

[seanofbeankeep]

Curufin: Orodreth has exiled me and your uncle, join me son

Celebrimbor:

Context

[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:

[sesamenom]

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

[imakemywings]

I do love Celebrimbor takes where post-death/rebirth he actually has very little to say to his family until they show some signs of remorse or personal growth from the atrocities they committed in Middle-earth.

[stacytea]

(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.

[wilwarin-wilwa]

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

[polutrope]

I think about this passage and footnote from the Shibboleth of Fëanor a lot.

[Fëanor] 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.

[doodle-pops]

˖ ࣪ .You Don’t Give Them Attention (They Get Jealous)˖ ࣪ .

Headcanon: Curufin, Amrod, Galdor, Beleg, Gwindor

A/N: Just giant needy puppies who can’t go five seconds without your attention. Not that we don’t mind. Enjoy!!

︶꒦꒷Curufin꒷꒦︶

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 don’t 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 scene—the 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 didn’t look up.

“Is that book more interesting than me, melda?” 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 Curufin’s 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.

“So you’re going to ignore me?” After a few minutes, he sighs dramatically. “I see how it is. I’ve been replaced by a book, a collection of stuffed animals, and a cat.” 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. “Oh, don’t be such a sore baby,” 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.

“Much better,” he murmured, kissing your temple as he relaxed into your embrace.

︶꒦꒷Amrod꒷꒦︶

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.

“Focused on the dog, are we?” 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. “So this is the way that it is now,” he muttered, crossing his arms and looking away. “Replaced by a pet and stuffed animals. And here I thought I was your favourite. Guess I’ll just disappear far, far away…”

You couldn’t resist a giggle at his pouting, setting your pet aside and crawling over to him. “You’ll always be my favourite,” 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. “Good,” he murmured, resting his head against yours. “Because I wasn’t planning on sharing you with anyone—not even your fluffy friends.”

︶꒦꒷Galdor꒷꒦︶

Galdor had spent the better part of the day trying to catch your attention, but you were completely absorbed in your new project—a 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 couldn’t 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.

“Am I to be replaced by a tapestry?” 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.

“Galdor, I didn’t see you come in,” you said, laughing softly as you set your work aside. But Galdor wasn’t satisfied with just a smile. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day,” he murmured, a touch of exaggeration in his voice. “I’m starting to think you love that tapestry more than me.”

You turned in his arms, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Never,” you assured him, laughing as you saw the corners of his lips finally curve into a smile. “But you’re much more distracting than a tapestry, that I’ll have no choice but to continue ignoring you to finish it up.”

Without missing a single beat, he whined, “Absolutely not.”

︶꒦꒷Beleg꒷꒦︶

Patiently waiting for you to finish your latest project—a beautifully carved wooden figure of an animal native to Beleriand—Beleg 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 couldn’t take it anymore as he wandered over to where you were sitting, casually leaning against the table, his arms folded.

“Do you plan on spending the entire day with that piece of wood?” 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.

“It’s almost done,” 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.

“Perhaps I should start carving something too,” he mused aloud, “though I doubt it would keep me as entertained as yours has kept you.”

You finally set the carving aside and turned to face him, realising just how much you’d been absorbed in your work. “Beleg, are you jealous of a block of wood?” you teased, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his face.

Beleg gave you a lopsided grin, his earlier pout forgotten. “Only when it steals you away from me,” he admitted softly. You laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek, and Beleg’s smile widened. “I suppose I can forgive you, this time.”

“You’re such a jealous, big baby, Beleg.”

“Hey! I have all the right to be!”

︶꒦꒷Gwindor꒷꒦︶

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 anything—or anyone—else.

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 couldn’t 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.

“Are the plants truly so fascinating?” 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 couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“They are,” you replied teasingly, turning back to your work. “They require a lot of attention.”

“And what of me?” he pressed, stepping closer. “Do I not require attention as well?”

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.

“You’re jealous of the plants?” you asked, barely suppressing a giggle.

Gwindor didn’t answer immediately, instead dropping his gaze to the ground. “Perhaps,” 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. “You have nothing to worry about,” you whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’ll always have my attention.”

Gwindor’s pout melted away, replaced by a warm, contented smile. “Good,” he murmured, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “Because I thought I had to perform a circus of tricks to get your attention.”

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[lovefairymina]

Curufin, little Tyelpë has been whining about a younger sibling for a while now... how about we grant his wish?

“Another 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?” 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. “Either way, I would be honoured to make the hours with you worth every second.”

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Letters to Atarinkë - II

In my world, there are several ways to tell someone’s fortune. Some people read it in others’ coffee grounds or tea leaves. Others like to look at people’s hands. It is said you are born with this gift — you cannot learn how to tell fortune. There is something about a person’s skin that makes it rather difficult for me to fully grasp their existence. 

Your hands are rough, marked with years of hard work. I imagine following each line on your palms, reading each little story engraved into your skin. Some lines are meant to tell how long you shall live, others about your love life.

Looking at your life line, I see a young elfling discovering his love for craftsmanship. I imagine each tool you have ever held throughout your life, and how they all melded into your hands and left their mark flawlessly. How many times you may have burned yourself when working too close to the fire or deciding not to wear your protective gloves because it’ll be just a quick job, no gloves needed for this one. 

Your love line confuses me. Somehow, your hands seem to be as private as your heart. I can make out junctions and branches indicating how you may have created beautiful pieces of art for a certain someone, how those pieces took hours, even days to make, blistering your hands mercilessly. It makes me smile, thinking about the way they must have shook when you were about to present your work to the elleth of your desires, eagerly waiting for her reaction — hoping her hands would clutch yours wholeheartedly, squeezing them reassuringly and reciprocating your sentiments. 

I wonder how thick your skin must be. For some reason, I keep imagining you casually picking up a hot cup of tea while all your brothers are struggling to hold onto theirs because Curvo, the cup is way too hot, are you mad?! 

How I would love to hold your hand. Just to feel your skin on mine. A skin that has so many stories to tell, too many for me to speculate about in this letter alone. I imagine it to be cold, calloused, yet soft at the same time. You have your genes to thank for that, or whichever oils you use to treat your hands after a hard day’s work at your smithy. I imagine my hand to be incredibly small compared to yours, too delicate and untouched. The stories on my skin are of different nature, moreso through freckles and little scars acquired throughout my childhood as well as tan lines from numerous rings I was wearing during Laurelin’s season. Maybe we will meet someday, and you will indulge me in my haphazard fortune telling, deciding to craft a ring just as intricate as the lines on your palms — and thus contributing to the story on my skin.

[animatorweirdo]

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. 

Warnings: reader’s sanity gets tested. 

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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. 

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 it’s the relatives– who do things that make you tick beyond measure. 

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. 

Maedhros: Well – that is nice of you. I am Maedhros. 

You: (Name)

After a week of meeting with Maedhros to shit talk about family, drink, and send each other off– not to be seen for another week. 

Maedhros: And yet again, I have to clean up after my brothers. 

You: Man, that sucks. 

Maedhros: Indeed. I have to go. It was nice talking to you. 

You: Bye. 

Maedhros: Farewell. 

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 – yeah? 

Maglor: I heard about you from my brother, Maedhros. He apparently likes to come here to talk and drink with you. 

You: And you are?

Maglor: I am Maglor.

You: Ah, the one that sings in the morning and never shuts up. 

Maglor: What?

You: Nothing! What do you want? 

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 — *talks about his problems with his family*

You: *Staring at him, confused.*

You: Wha –?

Week 2

You: *Trying to enjoy peace after having talk sessions with both Maedhros and Maglor for a week. 

Caranthir: You!

You: Wah! What!

Caranthir: Are you (Name)?

You: uhm – yes? I’m sorry. Did I do something to piss you off?

Caranthir: No. Why would you think that?

You: You look angry. 

Caranthir: Well, I’m not. I am Caranthir. I heard about you from two of my brothers, Maedhros and Maglor. 

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 –

You: And what if I don’t-

Caranthir: I will only talk about this once, so listen carefully. I am so done with my –*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 — 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. 

You: That – doesn’t tell me anything. 

Curufin: His name is Celegorm and I am Curufin. 

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? 

Celegorm: Excellent! Then there is no need for an explanation. Let me tell you what kind of a rough week we had. 

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 Doriath’s princess. I was only trying to show I would be a better option than that mortal man. She even stole my dog! 

Celegorm: Can you believe that? And all people claim we’re the most problematic people in Beleriand. 

You: Didn’t you try to kill them, though?

Curufin: And my son doesn’t want to be my son anymore? Apparently, I disgusted him so much that he decided to disown himself. 

You: —what?

Week 6

You: *Groaning even harder after exhausting weeks of listening to the feanorians’ problems*

Fingon: Excuse me, are you by any chance (Name)?

You: Please, don’t tell me you’re one of Maedhros’s brothers!

Fingon: Oh no, I’m not.

You: – really?

Fingon: I’m 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. 

You: Sir? Do I know you?

Fingolfin: My kids don’t listen to me, and my half-brother’s kids just do anything they like, causing problems and being a bunch of ruffians. 

You: Sir? Sir? SIR?!

Week 14

Maedhros: Hey, (Name). Sorry, I have not been visiting for a while. I have been busy with work. 

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 – and the rest of your family need to find professional help.

[general-illyrin]

I recently re-read (again XD) @that-angry-noldo's incredible fic about Finrod knowing he's being played by Celegorm & Curufin, but choosing to trust them! Afterwards, I began thinking about what sort of masks they would wear to the ball, and I figured Celegorm would wear something like a full-face wolf-shaped mask. But you just know Curufin would be audacious enough to wear a mask with gems reminiscent of the Silmarils in Finrod's halls.