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Day 2 for @eonweweek

"Lessons in war"

Prompt: Friendships      

Pairing: Eönwë & Ingwion

Themes: Soft

Warnings: None

Word count: 1K words

Summary: As preparation for the War of Wrath, Eönwë trains his friend, Prince Ingwion, on the art of swordplay.

A/n: for this story, I wrote Telimektar as being a Maia who serves Tulkas.

“You did well for your first lesson,” Eönwë said, “but there is more to be done, my prince.”

Ingwion sighed. He had been thrown to the dirt with ease, and he prayed none of the others bore witness to his defeat. Presently he said, “What must I do, my lord?”

“You must watch the placement of your feet,” Eönwë said, extending his hand, “the swing of your body, and the flow of your arms. If you do not, they will betray your every move to the enemy, just like they betrayed your every move to me mere moments ago. Come. Let us try again.” 

Prince Ingwion grasped the hand that was offered and was pulled back to his feet. “I fear my hands were crafted for the wielding of quills,” he said, his chest heaving from exertion. “And my feet and body were made for the elegance of dance, never the elegance of swordplay. But I will try again, my lord. I swore an oath when I answered the call to arms, and I mean to honor it.”   

“Good.” Eönwë returned the prince’s sword, and he went back to his own position. All around them the sounds of swords clashing, and flails and maces smashing against heavy armor and shields, filled the air. A great war loomed before them, and the warriors who answered the call to arms tested one another to their limits in Valimar’s great sparring yard. They could not afford to fail; to do so meant that Melkor would gain complete mastery of Endorë and possibly beyond. “Now take your place,” the Maia commanded, “and let us begin.”

Ingwion took a moment to compose himself. Then he charged at his opponent with a cry and swung his sword. Eönwë answered with greater skill and swiftness. The sheer force of his blade striking true made the prince grit his teeth in pain. Nevertheless, Ingwion preserved, and he pressed forward a second time. Eönwë did not falter. He countered without a moment’s hesitation, his sword slicing through the air in a glittering silvery arc. It rang with a great clangor as steel cut into steel. Ingwion, shocked, drew back and glanced at his sword; it bore a deep notch.

“Again,” Eönwë said. “Attack me again.” 

The elf circled him, alert and silent. He could never best Eönwë; no elf could ever best a Maia who was at their most powerful. Still, he had to try. He was the crown prince, after all, and it was he who had to lead the Vanyar in the war that was to come. He could not call an end to the fighting so quickly.

The others finished their training. They gathered around the prince and the herald in a circle to watch. Some even held wagers. Ingwion paid little attention to them. He set his thoughts on the one before him instead and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, determined to do better. Eönwë smiled, and he waited. 

Ingwion pressed the attack for the third time. Eönwë countered him with a masterful swing of the sword, and he forced him back. The prince narrowed his eyes. Then he lunged with all his might. Eönwë was prepared for this. In one swift move, he slid to the side, his blade glinting as it caught the golden light of the sun. It fell before anyone could even perceive it, knocking the sword clean out of Ingwion’s hand. The prince stopped, gasping for breath. He turned to face his friend and mentor, ashamed he had failed so easily. 

“Do not give your heart over to shame and disappointment,” Eönwë counseled. He picked up the fallen sword and returned it to the prince. “Failure must be expected, especially now that you have only just begun your training. And you have much time still, to master the sword.” 

“You are not angry?”

“I am not, my friend. Besides, I am Ainu. You are elf-kind. I can never expect you to unarm me.” 

The others left, talking quietly among themselves. Ingwion, on the other hand, followed Eönwë to the little hall, where warriors would gather to eat and drink. Here, beneath the light of gilded lamps affixed to hooks in the ceiling, they kept to themselves and dined on a simple meal of bread and stew and wild berries in honey. An attendant pressed a cup of golden Miruvórë into the prince’s hand. He took a sip and sighed in contentment. The beverage was warm and fragrant, and it revived him, filled him with renewed vigor, and drove away the aches he felt in his limbs. 

“You did well, truly,” Eönwë said. He savored a spoonful of stew, and a small bite of bread. “And you must not be disheartened by your loss. War is wholly new to the Vanyar, and the use of weapons besides. I will teach you all that I know. And I will guide you when we are in Endorë. You will not have to shoulder your burdens alone.”

“Tis strange,” Ingwion said. Another attendant set down a platter of tiny fish roasted to crackling on their table. The prince helped himself to a few, closing his eyes in delight when they crunched between his teeth. “Before the Mariner arrived, you and I whiled away our hours indulging in poetry and delicious food and song. Now, we must spend our time learning the many intricacies of war. I must confess, I never thought such a thing possible.”

“Aye,” Eönwë agreed. “War was not thought of by many, until elf rose against elf in Alqualondë.”

“There you are!” Telimektar cried. The Maia of Tulkas stood by the lip of the doorway, his harp in hand. He was not alone. Ilmarë stood a pace behind him, her silver-pink hair woven into thick braids. “Dining by yourselves and speaking quietly. This will not do. This will not do at all.”

“What do you propose, my lord?” Ingwion said, beaming. No chamber remained quiet for long after Telimektar arrived. 

“A song,” Telimektar told him. He crossed over to the table where the prince and the herald sat, and he found a seat for himself by Ingwion’s left. Ilmarë found herself a seat by Eönwë’s right. “What say you, my lords? My lady? Would any of you care for a melody or two?” 

“A song would do just nicely,” Eönwë said. He grinned when he caught the twinkle in Telimaktar’s eyes. The Maia would sing a bawdy air, no doubt, and make them all flush from cheek to chest. “Begin, my friend! Grace our ears with something delightful.”

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[cilil]

Eönwë Week - Day 2: Friendship & Valinor

𓅛 Characters: Eönwë, Finarfin, Ingwion 𓅛 Synopsis: Eönwë has made friends over the years. How his friends feel about him is, however, a different question... 𓅛 Warnings: / 𓅛 Triple drabble

Arafinwë had been fascinated with the winged herald for as long as he could remember. 

Whenever Eönwë visited his father's court, he would collect those soft, opalescent feathers and admire him, tall, strong and beautiful even for one of his exalted kin. Whenever they had time, Arafinwë would ask him to spar and teach him things. 

And now that he was king, the greatest delight was that Eönwë came to him instead. He always looked forward to these visits. 

Arafinwë wanted to run his hands through his plumage and kiss those gently smiling lips, but knew not how to ask.

~

Ingwion followed whenever Ingwë visited the Elder King and Queen, though less for the sake of the two Valar his father adored so much and more for the lovely Maia who always greeted them. 

Eönwë, herald of Manwë, hero of past battles. He was shy when it came to speaking of his deeds, but Ingwion knew him long enough to get him to talk eventually. 

It felt as though he was claiming parts of his favourite Maia for himself, things no other was privy to. One day, Ingwion swore to himself, he would have all of Eönwë, all he desired. 

~

Eönwë considered himself lucky to have friends like Arafinwë and Ingwion. Always happy to see him, always eager to talk, always willing to engage him in playful fights, sometimes giving him treats and gifts as well. 

He returned the favour, of course, to the best of his ability. 

Elves were affectionate beings, his lord had taught him, so Eönwë happily acquiesced when they touched him, even letting them preen his plumage sometimes. 

The one thing he didn't understand, however, was why they appeared to quarrel and fight for his attention whenever he attempted to spend time with both of them. 

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Words of love

Day 5 prompts: Love

For: @silmarillionepistolary

Rating: General Audiences

Characters: Eönwë, Maglor, Írimë

Theme : A series of letters from one character to another - Eönwë to Ingwion | Maglor to Indilien (OC) | Írimë to Amarië

Themes: Soft | Fluff

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 778 words

Summary: Eönwë writes to Ingwion after the latter sends him a letter on life in Valimar | Maglor writes to Indilien, thanking her for agreeing to him corresponding with her | Írimë writes to Amarië, thanking her for her gifts

A/n: OC name meaning Indilien, wife of Maglor - Indil (Lily) | ien (suf. feminine ending; feminine patronymic).

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Letter 1 – Eönwë to Ingwion:

10th day of Y.T. 1231.—

Beloved,

It pleases me to hear that your training with Lord Tulkas goes well and that he sees to your lessons himself. He is a most steadfast and hardy friend, and I am certain that you will not want for comfort while you reside within his halls. Valimar is a most beautiful city, and to be invited to see all that lies behind its walls of white and gold is a rare honor. Prove yourself worthy of this honor, as I am sure you will, and you will discover much of what that fair city has to offer. 

My love, your letter moved me deeply. To read of your deep longing for me, to know I am foremost in your thoughts! I confess that I read it once, and then I read it twice, and then I read it a third time. I treasured every word and committed each and every one of them to heart. I pray you will not think me weak when I admit I feel your absence most keenly. The great halls do not ring with the sound of your sweet laughter, and our chambers feel strangely cold and empty without you in them. The time of flowering and ripening of all things is upon us, and yet I find that Ilmarin is shrouded in the dark and dismal winter of death your leaving has left it in. Forgive me. The pain of our separation is nigh unbearable. I do all that I can to make myself content with the knowledge that when I call on you, this pain will pass. Alas! If only time flowed according to our own wishes! If only there was a way to make that appointed hour of our reunion arrive faster! There is none. Nevertheless, we will see each other again. This is all that truly matters in the end. With this, I will put an end to my letter. Write to me as often as you can, my love, and always keep me in your thoughts.  

Written by the hand of he who longs for you,

Eönwë

Letter 2 - Maglor to Indilien (OC)

30th day of  Y.T. 1284.—

Noble lady,

Allow me to begin by offering my sincerest and most humble gratitude for your granting of my wish to write to you, and I pray that I will not make you weary with my letters. I was told you were most astonished by my appeal and that you consider my request an honor. Pray allow me to correct you on this, my lady, for the one who is honored, is myself. Never have I heard another sing so sweetly or seen anyone more beautiful! There is no word to give justice to how you have captivated me, my lady, and I pray that you will allow me to speak of how you have held me enthralled the next time we meet. Such words will be poor fare, to be sure, but they will, no doubt, speak of the sincerity of my feelings and the depths they contain. I will write no more for a lack of time, but I beseech you to write to me if I have not offended you in any way with my declaration.

Your most faithful servant,

Lord Makalaurë Kanafinwë

Letter 3 - Írimë to Amarië

91st day of  Y.T. 1362.—

Beloved,

Thanks and thanks and thanks again, my dearest, for your gifts. And thanks once more, for your tender words. They are more precious to me than any gift, though I will treasure the works of your hands greatly. Mother helped me find a place for all of them, and we both agreed that the marble carving of the great eagles who dwell in the crags of Ilmarin is the most breathtaking. So magnificent! So lifelike! I would have considered the turning of stone into something so fine nigh impossible had the great sculptor herself, Nerdanel, not proven me wrong on more than one occasion on that score. You are gifted as she, and I consider myself the most fortunate of elves to have one such as you by my side.

I am truly overwhelmed by your expression of love for me. No words could describe the sincerity of my gratitude, my dearest, but please accept these words, humble as they may be, as a token of my thanks. It heartens me to no end to know that I am so loved. And pray accept this gift—a bracelet that I have recently crafted—if it pleases you. With this, I shall bring an end to my letter.

Your beloved,

Írimë

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[cilil]

❅ Prompt: Frost & ice & sparring practice (rare pair bingo) | Eönwë x Arafinwë x Ingwion ❅ Synopsis: Sparring for attention goes awry. ❅ Warnings: / ❅ Drabble ❅ AO3

» AN: I like to hc that both Arafinwë and Ingwion have a crush on Eönwë and try to impress him, but our birdy boy just never notices.

They had been warned to be careful. 

Both Arafinwë and Ingwion had heard copious remarks about last night's snowfall and treacherous ice hiding underneath, but they simply couldn't help themselves. 

Their relationship, friendship and rivalry in nigh equal measure, had, regardless of their better judgement, necessitated an impromptu duel in the courtyard of Ilmarin; a ploy to get the attention – and hopefully admiration – of a certain winged herald who regularly sparred with them and was the object of both of their desire. 

Now the two princes lay in an undignified heap of limbs and weapons while Eönwë gently scolded them. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

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[cilil]

dark romance prompt request - attention ~ Telimektar X Ingil

AN: Thanks for your message! This pairing gave me a lot to think about and some worldbuilding ideas which I always appreciate ^^

dark romance prompts

♡ prompt: attention | Telimektar x Ingil ♡ synopsis: Ingil wants attention, and Telimektar wants Ingil. A plan is hatched... ♡ warnings: bathing together, innuendo, naked touching ♡ short oneshot (~750 words)

Quick side note: For those who don't know, both Telimektar and Ingil are from Lost Tales and I decided to transplant them into Silmarillion canon. Since the Valarindi no longer exist, Telimektar is now a Maia of Tulkas and Ingil is one of Ingwë's kids (but not the same person as Ingwion because I wasn't entirely sure if it was intended that way and also preferred the idea of having them be brothers).

It was hard to stand out among the children of High King Ingwë, even as a prince. 

Ingil toyed with the ornate golden clasp holding his robes together. For years now he had watched those around him be admired and beloved even by the Ainur – his father being Lord Manwë's favourite, his older brother Ingwion training together with Eönwë and Prince Arafinwë, Lord Tulkas spending time with Prince Maitimo. It had awakened a strange craving for attention within him, and if he was lucky, his wish was finally going to come true. 

Telimektar, a Maia of Tulkas, had been eyeing him every time he came to the mansion of the Vala for his own training, and Ingil had begun to take great pleasure in it. Arriving in deliberately provocative outfits – short and thin robes with barely anything underneath – he had made a show out of wrestling with others in underwear and washing himself afterwards. Each and every covetous glance had excited him, yet none as much as the Maia's. 

He wanted to be seen. He wanted to be admired. He wanted to be wanted. 

And he had soon hatched a plan to tempt Telimektar. 

It was late for the day, and the others had already finished training. Ingil was the only one left in the courtyard, as had been his intention, and sauntered over to the baths Tulkas let his guests use once he was certain that he would be alone inside. 

He left the door open; just a small gap, but still an undeniable invitation. 

The skin of his neck tingled when he walked towards the nearest pool. It was the primal, unmistakable sensation of being watched, and Ingil loved it. His fingers trembled with giddy delight when he unclasped his robes and let them fall to the floor, a pool of white fabric around his feet; his shorts soon met the same fate. 

Ingil didn't have to wait long. Before he could even dip his toes into the water, he felt something large, strong and undeniably solid appear directly behind him and a pair of arms wrapped around his naked waist. He leaned against the welcome intruder and looked up to see none other than Telimektar. His bronze skin was flushed and sweaty, strands of white hair clung to his forehead and his amber eyes were dark with lust. 

"My prince..." 

Emboldened, Ingil pressed his backside against his crotch. 

"You wish to speak to me alone?" he asked with feigned innocence. 

"I... in a way, yes..." 

They were both impatient, Ingil could sense it, yet Telimektar, much like his master, was a being of honour who would not take advantage of a fellow warrior. Deciding to test his resolve, he slipped out of the Maia's embrace after his little stunt, stepped closer to the pool and bent over to pick up a bar of soap. 

"Well met then, my friend. I was just about to bathe after today's training – oh, I must be so filthy – so why don't you join me?" 

Ingil glanced over his shoulder with a playful, impish grin. 

Telimektar had to swallow hard. Maia or not, his form was betraying him. 

"I would love to." 

"Wonderful." Soap in hand, Ingil entered the pool and turned to face him. 

It was all the encouragement Telimektar needed, swiftly freeing himself from his own clothing and following suit. His cock was already hardening, yet his royal companion pretended not to see it. 

Ingil was going to make the most out of this. 

"I feel so sore," he lamented, "Could you help me?" 

"You want me to..." 

In lieu of an answer, he held out the soap for him to take. "Yes, please." 

His smile was radiant, practised over years at his father's court. 

With a drawn out, pleased sigh, Ingil let himself be taken into the Maia's arms once more and enjoyed the sensation of large, strong hands exploring and caressing his entire body while carefully lathering him with soap. He was being handled like a precious gem, a thought that awakened his own arousal, and he felt a blinding sense of triumph and satisfaction. Finally he too received the favour of one of the Ainur and was treated with respect to boot; he was no plaything, no lesser being vying for attention, but a prince receiving the treatment appropriate for his station. 

The prospect of bedding Telimektar was tempting – and he certainly deserved at least a kiss for showering him with the attention he so craved. But that was a matter for a different time. For now, Ingil merely leaned back and enjoyed himself. 

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rare pair bingo

Here's an overview of my progress for the TPC rare pair bingo!

So far, prompts have been combined with prompts from other series (and I might do that again if I start another drabble challenge), but I'm also open to suggestions for pairings and/or prompts as standalone pieces!

⸙ Hand Holding: Winter drabbles, Oromë x Vána

⸙ Staring from across: Femslash February, Galadriel x Amarië

⸙ Blushing: Curumo x Aiwendil

⸙ Getting lost: Femslash February, Uinen x Tar-Míriel

⸙ Gift giving: Femslash February, Lótelissë x Litsaiwa

⸙ Cultural misunderstanding: Winter drabbles, Manwë x Varda

⸙ Soulmate goose of enforcement: Anairë x Eärwen

⸙ First snowfall: Femslash February, Aredhel x Elenwë

⸙ And they were roommates: Míriel x Nerdanel

⸙ Flowers: Winter drabbles, Findis x Elemmírë

⸙ Candle light: Winter drabbles, Námo x Vairë

⸙ Hand feeding: Femslash February, Ungoliant x Thuringwethil

⸙ Free space - righteous fury: Mairon x Arien

⸙ Who did this to you: Femslash February, Arien x Ilmarë

⸙ Sparring practice: Winter drabbles, Eönwë x Arafinwë x Ingwion

⸙ Twinkle in their eye: Femslash February, Varda x Yavanna

⸙ Exploring a new place: Uinen x Elwing

⸙ Spin the bottle: Finrod x Caranthir

⸙ Horseback riding: Femslash February, Vána x Éowyn

⸙ Annoyances to lovers: Femslash February, Nári (OC) x Thuringwethil

⸙ Picnic: Winter drabbles, Irmo x Estë

⸙ Climbing a tree: Winter drabbles, Aulë x Yavanna

⸙ Workplace rivals: Winter drabbles, Maglor x Elemmírë

⸙ Hanahaki disease: Winter drabbles, Mairon x Arien

⸙ Drinking game: Tulkas x Oromë

𓆸 Prostate stimulation: Hador x Fingolfin

𓆸 Deep-throat: Fëanor x Manwë

𓆸 Body shots: Vána x Éowyn

𓆸 One-bar prison: Gothmog x Eönwë

𓆸 First time: Dark romance, Melkor x Mairon (x Arien)

𓆸 Leather: Mairon x Maeglin

𓆸 Fuck or die: Fingolfin x Maglor

𓆸 Strap-ons: Haleth x Caranthir

𓆸 Overstimulation: Dark romance, Glorfindel x Erestor

𓆸 Mutual masturbation: Screw Yule, Nienna x Nerdanel

𓆸 Humiliation: Turgon x Caranthir

𓆸 Predator/prey: Melkor x Ungoliant

𓆸 Free space - ritual: Dark romance, Mairon x Witch King

𓆸 Knotting: Screw Yule, Mairon x Finrod

𓆸 Phallic gags: Maglor x Imladris crew

𓆸 Medical kink: Fëanor x reader (2nd person)

𓆸 Glory hole: Fëanor x Finarfin

𓆸 Angry sex: Melkor x Manwë

𓆸 Masks: Maeglin x Lords of Gondolin

𓆸 Interspecies sex: Dark romance, Melkor x Maedhros x Fingon

𓆸 Naked sub/clothed dom: Ar-Pharazôn x Mairon

𓆸 Hypnosis: Elrond x River Spirit

𓆸 Messy sex: Glofindel x Erestor x Ecthelion

𓆸 Pet play: Dior x Amras

𓆸 Feet: Maglor x Lúthien

𓆸 Extra - handjob: Arien x Eönwë

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⋆⁺❅⋆ Masterlist ⋆⁺❅⋆

❅ First snow ~ Melkor x Yavanna

❅ Aurora borealis ~ Eönwë x Arien

❅ Ugly sweaters ~ Manwë x Námo

❅ Lazy Day ~ Melkor x Langon

❅ Reindeer & sleighs ~ Vána x Nessa

❅ Lights & Candles ~ Arien & Amarëa (OC)

❅ Gift Giving ~ Melkor x Maedhros

❅ Hope ~ Ulmo x Turgon

❅ Hot Beverages ~ Melkor x Gothmog

❅ Cosy Times ~ Mairon x Arien x Eönwë

❅ Fairytale ~ Melkor x Mairon

❅ Sleeping Forest ~ Amarëa x Írilómë

❅ Angels & Demons ~ Lúthien x Thuringwethil

❅ Winter Magic ~ Galadriel x Melian

❅ Regrets & Resolutions ~ Míriel x Indis

❅ New Moon ~ Witch King x Mairon

❅ Found Family ~ Mentelossë (OC) & Elros & Elrond

❅ Memories ~ Nienna x Nerdanel

❅ Decorating ~ Vairë x Míriel

❅ Hot & Cold ~ Melian x Arien

❅ Letters & Cards ~ Arwen x Tauriel

❅ Gingerbread & Cookies ~ Nerdanel x Anairë

❅ Songs & Carols ~ Maglor x Elemmírë

❅ Candy Canes ~ Irmo x Estë

❅ Frost & Ice ~ Eönwë x Arafinwë x Ingwion

❅ Mistletoe ~ Mairon x Arien

❅ Old Traditions ~ Findis x Elemmírë

❅ Holidays ~ Oromë x Vána

❅ Bells & Chimes ~ Aulë x Yavanna

❅ Snowed in ~ Manwë x Varda

❅ New Year ~ Námo x Vairë

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Oh eönwë you clueless little bird

Eönwë Week - Day 2: Friendship & Valinor

𓅛 Characters: Eönwë, Finarfin, Ingwion 𓅛 Synopsis: Eönwë has made friends over the years. How his friends feel about him is, however, a different question... 𓅛 Warnings: / 𓅛 Triple drabble

Arafinwë had been fascinated with the winged herald for as long as he could remember. 

Whenever Eönwë visited his father's court, he would collect those soft, opalescent feathers and admire him, tall, strong and beautiful even for one of his exalted kin. Whenever they had time, Arafinwë would ask him to spar and teach him things. 

And now that he was king, the greatest delight was that Eönwë came to him instead. He always looked forward to these visits. 

Arafinwë wanted to run his hands through his plumage and kiss those gently smiling lips, but knew not how to ask.

~

Ingwion followed whenever Ingwë visited the Elder King and Queen, though less for the sake of the two Valar his father adored so much and more for the lovely Maia who always greeted them. 

Eönwë, herald of Manwë, hero of past battles. He was shy when it came to speaking of his deeds, but Ingwion knew him long enough to get him to talk eventually. 

It felt as though he was claiming parts of his favourite Maia for himself, things no other was privy to. One day, Ingwion swore to himself, he would have all of Eönwë, all he desired. 

~

Eönwë considered himself lucky to have friends like Arafinwë and Ingwion. Always happy to see him, always eager to talk, always willing to engage him in playful fights, sometimes giving him treats and gifts as well. 

He returned the favour, of course, to the best of his ability. 

Elves were affectionate beings, his lord had taught him, so Eönwë happily acquiesced when they touched him, even letting them preen his plumage sometimes. 

The one thing he didn't understand, however, was why they appeared to quarrel and fight for his attention whenever he attempted to spend time with both of them. 

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