#egalmoth fluff

[doodle-pops]

Egalmoth Headcanons | General Characterisation

Request: Heyheyhey! Thank you for all your hard work, you are godsend! ☺️🫶🏻 Do you have any general headcanons about Egalmoth you want too share with us? I am quite curious about how other perceive him ☺️ Have a nice morning/day/afternoon/night!! - Anon

A/N: I wrote quite a lot for him and may have gone overboard, Like seriously overboard. . .hehe. I hope you don't mind because there was so much to say :) And thank you for your kind compliments, much appreciated 💞.

Warning: I don't believe there's really any, but talks of his trauma and him drinking alcohol.

| Appearance |

Height – 7’6 (231.6 cm)

Hair Colour – Silver, straight, tailbone length

Eye Colour – Sea–green

Noticeable Features – scars that run across his chest. In his later years, during Gondolin, they appear as faint pink lines on his chest. Whenever he has to spar, he would use elven magic to hide them since he spars shirtless. In private, when it is simply himself or you, he would show them.

| Style/Attire |

As someone who prides himself on his appearance, he falls nothing short of his attire and dress wear. From head to toe, Egalmoth is pristine and well-decked out in the finest pieces of jewellery, material and designs.

Wearing his signature colours, his headwear will bear a rainbow-coloured gemstone or stones that depict his house proudly. His attire would bore the traditional dark and bold colours that the Noldor usually garment themselves in.

Adorned in more blues (leaning towards teal) and silver, his attire will also incorporate white to balance out the abundance of kaleidoscopic colours should he decide to wear more than one.

As much as his house colour symbolises a rainbow, he doesn’t dress in all the colours as some of the other Lords are also assimilated into them. Thus, he sticks to wearing his sigil or circlet which bores his house colours.

He is always wearing jewellery, even if the moment calls for a casual. Either his circlet, a bracelet, necklace, rings or something new. Egalmoth adores his jewellery and makes frequent stops to his fellow Lords Rôg and Maeglin to commission an abundance.

When it comes to his hair, he gives the other Lords an excellent run for their money when it comes to its beauty. While Lord Glorfindel is famously known for his beautiful luscious golden locks, Egalmoth silvery hair has also been claimed to bear similarities to the moon and its silvery glow.

Always styled in a manner that allows for most of his hair to be down and flowing. So, it’s always in a half-up do or unbraided and filled with hairpins and clips. He loves to have his hair look stylish.

| Personality |

Many people describe him as proud as a peacock, he is but not as prideful as they depict. He has his standards, and he is a Lord who lives a lavish life; thus, he has his expectations of how he deserves to be treated.

He is a cocky person, getting boastful about his accomplishments and feats or his title as a Lord, but they are never done to belittle another person. They are born out of playfulness as he’s incredibly good-humoured and entertaining.

A social butterfly he is considered, and it is true. You can find Egalmoth at any and almost all festivals and celebrations once he can attend.

Being an ostentatious person, his entrance or presence must be known to many (a serious extrovert and people person), and this is done through his sense of fashion or attempting to become drunk and make a complete fool out of himself.

Speaking of being intoxicated, Egalmoth does love his alcohol and never missed the opportunity to clear the drinks table at a banquet with his drinking buddy, Ecthelion. He is a terrible and embarrassing drunk, performing all sorts of fiascos.

Keeping in touch with his playfulness, he never missed the chance to be a jokester and put a smile on people's faces. It brings him a sense of accomplishment to make his people or the citizens comfortable while in hiding.

He has shame and no shame at the same time, meaning that he knows when to be embarrassed and when to not be. A respectful person who does not tolerate disrespect at all.

Highly charismatic and charming when he wishes to swoon over the lucky lady/lord who has caught his attention and will go out of his to charm them endlessly. He dreams of having someone who he can love unconditionally and have the love returned.

When it bubbles down to his anger, due to his prideful ways, he isn't going to make a scene and snap irrationally. Egalmoth would sit and think about his approach as well as his words. There isn't a need for the situation to escalate.

He does have a temper and he is hot-headed, so expect an explosive moment at a random time. Because of his harshness, when Egalmoth is hurt, he can say some nasty things that have been on his chest for a long time.

Prideful and stubborn, do not expect an apology immediately. His head is hot and he needs to blow off steam before his mind registers his words.

| Traumas |

He has witnessed enough traumatic events in his life, the first kinslaying crossing the Helcaraxё, Dagor–nuin–Guiliath, Dagor Aglarleb to fall of Gondolin and then the third kinslaying.

Egalmoth knows pain like many others and puts it behind a smile and a cheery persona, not wanting anyone to witness his horrors because he is tainted. Witnessing all his soldiers, friends of old and new, comrades and maybe family, die before him and not being able to do much or anything changes him slowly.

He doesn’t like to talk about his traumatic experiences whether you ask about them. The most he’ll do is make a few jokes about heroic moments but never around the most painful memories.

Egalmoth, like a few, rather drown himself in alcohol to forget the painful memories of his fallen comrades and the horrors of war. It’s how he became an excellent drinker and built his tolerance.

There are times when days are dreadful, and he hides from the world. He would stay locked up in his chambers drinking bottle after bottle and singing songs that he and others used to in their happy times.

Being a prideful person, he doesn’t enjoy opening up about his traumas, even if it’s to assist him. He rather keeps them bottled up and never touch them. Unfortunately, he isn’t spared from the nightmares.

Visiting the healers for herbs to keep them at bay or staying up all night as the years progress.

A reason for his pridefulness being exquisitely high is when he failed to protect Aredhel, he felt his ability to protect as a warrior broke apart. So, he puts on an even greater masquerade to hide his failure.

| Relationship (Romantic & Platonic) |

He is a laid-back person when it comes to courting because he has confidence unlike any other person and does not believe that you would ever reject him.

He doesn’t hover or cling and isn’t overprotective like some of the other Lords. Egalmoth understands you require interaction with other and you already have your eyes on him so there isn’t a need to worry about jealousy.

You can ask him to pursue anything he would support you without much opposition. The most he would do is seek your safety should the request contain dangerous stunts.

Will always go out of his way when to surprise you with dates, gifts and affection. Being a physically affectionate person, he is always touching you in some way— handholding, kissing, hugging, cuddling, brushing shoulders against one another or wearing fewer clothes for skin-on-skin contact.

Being a proud person, one of his greatest accomplishments was having you in his life, so expect Egalmoth to shower you with praises. He has no problem lifting you up to show you off to the world.

When it comes to friendship type of love, Egalmoth truly adores his fellow Lords and would not miss the chance to spend quality time with them. Whether it be drinking the night away, attending a festival or ball, or dinner, he would not miss it.

They are his source of comfort and confidants as they have experienced the world of trauma and pain he has. Conversations would be a lot more open and relatable between them.

He adores receiving and giving gifts to show his love, mostly in the form of jewellery or perhaps a new weapon or a few bottles of wine.

You can count on him to defend you and his friends like his life depended on it. If you ever need someone to fight for you or with you whether verbal or physical (more verbal), Egalmoth will lend a hand.

The idea of witnessing or learning about his loved ones being harmed does not sit well with him at all.

His closest friends would be the usual three, Glorfindel, Ecthelion and Rôg, he has a soft spot for Maeglin and enjoys being around Penlod for poetry. Duilin would be his companion whenever he decided to engage in a sporty round of archery for the fun of it.

| Extras |

He’s an only child born to a lesser family in Valinor, however, during his youthful years he managed to become great friends with Turgon and company. Turgon found their friendship to be honourable and trustworthy, and he presented him with his position when they settled in Vinyamar.

Has a soft spot for small things— that includes mortals. He finds their size difference charming and endearing. Giving tiny pats to their head, once he’s allowed to, and marvelling at where they reach him.

A famed love for peacocks and they are the animals that represent his house as well. Most of his hairpins and brooches are peacock designed.

His love for making Turgon’s life a living hell during meetings is impeccable since there was never anything important to discuss during the years of peace. He takes the opportunity, once provided to tease his King.

After surviving the Fall of Gondolin, what little banners he could gather from his fallen friends houses, he requested that all the pieces be stitched together and sewn on his cloak.

On the anniversary of Gondolin’s death, he’ll spend the day alone or with Galdor quietly reminiscing on the good ole days; sharing small jokes and memorable encounters or sitting in complete silence.

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[elronds-library]

Scenes from Out of the Dawn

by SpaceWall

Part 12 of Dawn

Deleted scenes and excerpts from the Dawn Series. Ch. 1 - In which Sam meets Maglor and gets on a boat Ch. 2 - In which Gil-galad and Celebrimbor have a wedding feast Ch. 3 - In which Celebrimbor and Gil-galad discuss Narvi Ch. 4 - In which Finrod talks to Caranthir after his return Ch. 5 - In which Finarfin's Children are Weirdos Ch. 6 - In which Finarfin and Fëanor talk it out Ch. 7 - In which Celegorm tells Maedhros (and Fingon) the truth Ch. 8 - In which Ecthelion and Aredhel meet (again) Ch. 9 - In which Voronwë comes to Valinor Ch. 10 - In which Idril receives a surprise and Celegorm gives one Ch. 11 - In which the Dagor Dagorath is discussed, and a wild Finduilas appears Ch. 12 - In which Gil-galad receives a visitor

General, No Archive Warnings

Words: 15,714

[mynameisjessejk]

Egalmoth and little twins.

[sauroff]

One of my contributions for this year's @tolkienrsb ♥♥

Author: UnicornsInSpace on AO3

Relationships: Haleth/ Aredhel, Aredhel & Original Female Characters

Haleth & Original Female Characters, Caranthir & Original Female Characters

Characters: Haleth, Aredhel, Caranthir, Original Female Character(s), Galadriel and Mablung in one chapter, Celegorm, Curufin, and Huan in two chapters, Haldan for one chapter, Turgon and Egalmoth in one chapter, Thingol (mentioned), Finrod (mentioned), Fëanor (mentioned), Nerdanel (mentioned).

Word Count: 14,436

Rated T

No Archive Warnings Apply

I'll leave the rest of the fic info below the cut, be sure to check all the tags, as always

Content warnings: Canonical character death, non-graphic wound descriptions, amnesia that gets healed, scene with a healer woman, mentions of stitches not being needed, highly implied sex, it is not shown or outright mentioned, brain fog, food, brief mentions of pregnancy, mentions of the First Kinslaying, Caranthir crying about said Kinslaying and the Oath, a chapter in the end about grief and mourning where a character is deeply depressed, other elven groups not liking the Fëanorians.

Tags: Fluff, light angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, denial of feelings, kid fic, drama but not novela-level drama, peredhel, rambunctious kids, Haladin culture, Ñoldor, Brethil, Thargelion, Giving Aredhel the happy ending she deserves, Lesbian greysexual Aredhel, Bisexual Haleth. 

Summary: What if Aredhel left Gondolin many years later and ran into Haleth instead of Eöl? And Haleth had a peredhel daughter with Caranthir that he did not know about, until of course, he did?

[felagund-the-valiant]

Procrastination Troubles - Galdor x f!reader

It’s not like Galdor and you were meaning to hide your relationship from your brother – there just never seemed to be a right time to tell him.

Words: 1.1k

Tags: fluff, unintentional secret dating, sibling’s best friend trope

A/N: i will forever have brainrot over that one egalmoth kinktober fic by @doodle-pops. Anywayyy, it was also my introduction to the sibling’s best friend trope and this is my fluffy take on it with Galdor and Glorfindel because they’re besties in my hcs! (Tarnin Austa is the very same festival the Gondolindrim were celebrating the day Gondolin was attacked, in case you want to sprinkle in some potential upcoming angst for yourself.)

“Glorfindel?” You called out and knocked on the door of your brother’s study. He beckoned you inside and you spotted him behind his desk, scribbling away at some letters. “What can I do for you?” He asked as you walked up to his desk. “There’s something Galdor and I want to talk to you about, if you have the time.” You said while unconsciously fidgeting with the necklace around your neck. A shiny emerald dangling from a delicate golden necklace – a courtship gift from Galdor that you cherished deeply. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), I’m afraid I have my hands full – there are still many preparations to be made for Tarnin Austa. Is it urgent? Can it maybe wait a few days?” You sighed internally. The two of you had had this very conversation many times already and there always seemed to be new issues demanding his attention. Part of you was tempted to scold him and remind him that he wouldn’t be drowning in so much work now had he simply began preparations earlier, but you knew it would be a wasted effort. Instead, you opted to force a patient smile, mutter a resigned Yes, of course and departed from his office to seek out your beloved.

You found Galdor in his private garden, kneeling on the ground and tending to a small group of budding flowers with utmost care. His gentle nature was reflected even in the way he cared for his plants, and it was an oddly heartwarming sight. When he spotted you, he rose to his feet and discarded his gardening gloves and apron with a bright smile before drawing you in for a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and then your lips. His kisses were as delicate as the wings of the butterflies drawn to the many scented flowers around you (and those that seemed to be swirling around in your stomach) and you wished he would never stop. “It’s lovely to see you, meleth. What brings you here?” “I spoke to my brother.” You said and a hopeful glint appeared in Galdor’s eyes. “And? What did he say?” You shook your head and the hope turned into disappointment. “No good. Still feeling the consequences of his usual procrastination.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. Galdor huffed but still put on an optimistic face for your sake. “I’m sure we’ll get to tell him soon enough. And I can’t wait.” He gently caressed your cheek. “I can’t wait to stroll through the streets with you on my arm, dance with you at festivals. Show everyone how happy you make me – and hopefully how happy I make you.”

It wasn’t like you were forced into secrecy, you knew your courtship wouldn’t be seen as scandalous with Galdor being a well-respected lord and you being a lady of an equally esteemed house. Rather you had forced yourselves into secrecy, even if it was hard at times. You wanted your brother to be the first person to know but his procrastination made it more than difficult. So, for now, you opted to keep your courtship private. You smiled and covered the hand on your cheek with your own and leaned into the touch. “You make me more than happy, meleth. I love you, from the bottom of my heart.” Galdor leaned down and nuzzled your nose with his. “I love you, too.” He whispered before bestowing another kiss on you.

A few days later, you found yourself in Galdor’s garden again, this time kneeling on the ground beside him. You weren’t exactly skilled when it came to treating plants, but you were determined to get the hang of it for Galdor’s sake since you knew how import it was to him. He’d chosen a simple task for today – helping him with moving some plants from their current pots to bigger ones. You were a little terrified of pulling too tightly and damaging their stems, but the afternoon passed without any plants being hurt in the process, much to your relief. “You did well, (YN).” Galdor praised as you were putting away your tools. “See, I told you it’s not that difficult. You’ve already improved a lot.” “What do I get for being such an excellent gardening assistant?” You asked with a playful grin. “What would you like?” You hummed pensively and pretended to think for a moment even though you already knew your answer. “I suppose a kiss would be adequate compensation.” “A kiss you shall have.” Galdor said with an equally playful grin and met your lips with his, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. You sighed into the kiss and tangled your fingers in his emerald shirt.

“Galdor, Galdor. Your own best friend’s little sister, huh?” A voice suddenly came from behind the two of you, making you part abruptly. You turned around startled to find your brother leaning against a marble column with an amused grin on his face. “Glorfindel!” You and Galdor exclaimed at the same time and exchanged nervous glances. “How long have you been standing there?” You asked. “A while.” He answered with a smirk. “I couldn’t find you anywhere, so I came here to hopefully find out from Galdor what the two of you want to talk to me about so desperately, but it seems like I already have my answer.” Galdor swallowed and tightened his grip on you a little. “Yes, indeed. (Y/N) and I started courting a while ago and we wanted to tell you properly, but you were always busy.” “We didn’t just want to spring it on you in passing.” You chimed in and Galdor nodded in agreement.

Glorfindel shook his head and walked up to the two of you with pursed lips. He stood before you and Galdor with a seemingly stern expression before breaking into joyful laughter. “Well, that is great news and now I wish I had taken some time earlier. I know ultimately you don’t need my blessing. I can’t tell my sister who she can and can’t court, but I want the two of you to know that I couldn’t be happier with her choice, and you have my full support. But know this”, He held up a hand before grabbing Galdor’s shoulder tightly, “best friend or not, if you break her heart, you will face my wrath.” Galdor nodded with a serious expression on his face. “I would expect nothing less.” Glorfindel smiled contently in return. “Good. Now that that is settled, what say the two of you we meet for dinner this evening to celebrate this joyous occasion?” “Are you sure you don’t have more work to do?” You probed him and he made a dismissive hand gesture. “It’s all right, I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” He said, making Galdor and you let out a quiet synchronised groan.

[fictionfordays]

— Egalmoth

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Tags: [fluff — f | angst — a | smut — s | dark content — dc]

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[ao3feed-thehobbit]

The Moon is Beautiful, Isn't It?

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by angeargent

"𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐲."

The phrase "the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" originated in Japan as a more poetic way to say "I love you". When you tell someone that the moon is beautiful, you are confessing your love to them.

A collection of drabbles and one-shots featuring various characters from The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, and LOTR. Will mostly feature flustered elves (though will occasionally feature blushing dwarves), because that's what makes my heart race. Any requests will also be featured in this collection.

All works are character/reader.

Words: 1833, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Erestor (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Ecthelion of the Fountain, Haldir of Lothlórien, Lindir (Tolkien), Egalmoth of Gondolin, Maglor | Makalaurë, Elladan (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Maedhros | Maitimo

Relationships: Erestor (Tolkien)/Reader, Glorfindel (Tolkien)/Reader, Ecthelion of the Fountain/Reader, Haldir of Lothlórien/Reader, Lindir (Tolkien)/Reader, Egalmoth of Gondolin/Reader, Maglor | Makalaurë/Reader, Elladan (Tolkien)/Reader, Elrohir (Tolkien)/Reader, Thorin Oakenshield/Reader, Fíli (Tolkien)/Reader, Kíli (Tolkien)/Reader, Maedhros | Maitimo/Reader

Additional Tags: various relationships - Freeform, various characters - Freeform, Confessions, Angst, Fluff, Smut, NSFW, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic

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[ao3feed-tolkien]

The Moon is Beautiful, Isn't It?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Uvp67qR

by angeargent

"𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐲."

The phrase "the moon is beautiful, isn't it?" originated in Japan as a more poetic way to say "I love you". When you tell someone that the moon is beautiful, you are confessing your love to them.

A collection of drabbles and one-shots featuring various characters from The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, and LOTR. Will mostly feature flustered elves (though will occasionally feature blushing dwarves), because that's what makes my heart race. Any requests will also be featured in this collection.

All works are character/reader.

Words: 1833, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Erestor (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Ecthelion of the Fountain, Haldir of Lothlórien, Lindir (Tolkien), Egalmoth of Gondolin, Maglor | Makalaurë, Elladan (Tolkien), Elrohir (Tolkien), Thorin Oakenshield, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Maedhros | Maitimo

Relationships: Erestor (Tolkien)/Reader, Glorfindel (Tolkien)/Reader, Ecthelion of the Fountain/Reader, Haldir of Lothlórien/Reader, Lindir (Tolkien)/Reader, Egalmoth of Gondolin/Reader, Maglor | Makalaurë/Reader, Elladan (Tolkien)/Reader, Elrohir (Tolkien)/Reader, Thorin Oakenshield/Reader, Fíli (Tolkien)/Reader, Kíli (Tolkien)/Reader, Maedhros | Maitimo/Reader

Additional Tags: various relationships - Freeform, various characters - Freeform, Confessions, Angst, Fluff, Smut, NSFW, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic

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[tiutale]

Egalmoth's eyes itched from the days he had spent ignoring sleep. The Halls were coming together nicely despite some set backs. Lord Elrond was quite pleased and elves have already began to arrive seeking healing and underad tanding of their trials left from their previous lives. Putting out the last light the former Gondolin Lord left the library and made his way to the temporary chambers he had chosen.

It was agreed only a select few would stay in rotations to help the elves here. Some needed constant care. Some required a particular personality to connect with. Still many had a variation of needs. At least two elves on sight were trained by Lord Elrond or one of his sons should the need for more extensive medical care arise.

Yawning Egalmoth paused as he neared his door. Ear twitching he frowned in concern. He knew that shadowed rogue. He also knew the reasoning for his late arrival. "I apologize for being so late in returning." He said so as not to startle his friend. Rôg grunted but did not turn to him. Opening the door Egalmoth did not have to offer Rôg entrance. This routine was quite common with them.

Entering Egalmoth went about checking his plants and changing while Rôg made no preamble of climbing in the bed. Egalmoth was not long in doing the same his body screaming for reprieve. Settling on his side facing Rôg he laid out his arm so that his friend could lay upon it. Head nestled against Egalmoth's chest.

"Sleep well my friend." Egalmoth said quietly knowing well his presence would chase the shadows from Rôg's mind and afford him that rest. The answer he recieved was the same as each time they performed this ritual. A soft snore and gentle upturn of his lips.

[stareyemoth]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Egalmoth of Gondolin/Turgon of Gondolin, Egalmoth/Turgon, Turgon of Gondolin/Egalmoth of Gondolin, Turgon/Egalmoth Characters: Turgon of Gondolin, Egalmoth of Gondolin Additional Tags: Modern AU, blind dates, Glorfindel and Ecthelion were right about this, Dorks, Dorks in Love, nerds, Excessive nerding out over shakespeare, Excessive nerding out over architecture, Turgon is awkward, Egalmoth is weird, Somehow it’s adorkable, Fluff Series: Part 1 of Egalmoth & Turgon’s Excellent Adventures Summary:

Turgon, ever the awkward nerd, is talked into into going on a blind date with Egalmoth. At first, Turgon is put off by Egalmoth’s… Egalmothness. But they bond over mutual shared (nerdy) interests.

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Egalmoth SFW Relationship Alphabet

Request: Hello~ First of all: thank you for your hard work! You’re doing amazing and I have literally spent days on this blog (to the point where I’ve survived the last couple of days by reading your writing 💙) Do you still do SFW alphabets? If so, would you do one for Egalmoth?

A/N: I forgot that I had to post this. I'm so horrible 🙂

A is for Affection – how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?

Egalmoth is highly affectionate, and it is shown through his love for physical touch and gift-giving. He believes that through those acts, you will see how much he values and cherishes you — there is no other willing to spoil unconditionally like that. Not a day goes by when he doesn’t smother you in hundreds of kisses or hugs and you cannot leave his side without returning the gesture with equal vigour as he did. Alongside those love languages, he enjoys slipping in words of affirmation and it goes both ways between you both.

B is for Best friend – what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?

He’s one of those friends who annoy you every second of the day with his odd sense of humour and sass you because your sense of humour and fashion sucks. The eye rolls and quirky remarks, he makes the simplest issue an entire dramatic play. Egalmoth type of friendship comes off as an older sibling type of bond, but the one who doesn’t spare you any sass. At the same time, he’s the only person who gets to tease you while defending you like his life depended on it. No one else gets to annoy you like he does and if someone did, Egalmoth is ready to fight. Being a person who prides himself on appearance, it’s most likely that the two of you met at a festival or ball and you complimented his outfit, or he criticized yours and you both got into a fashion argument.

C is for Cuddles – do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?

Good luck getting out of his embrace once he has snatched you up and wrapped every limb around you. You are locked in for life until he decides when it’s time for you to be released. Being an extremely affectionate person, cuddling is an important act for Egalmoth, and it is done during any emotional state he experiences. When he decides it’s time to seek you out and cuddle, he wraps and latches his entire body to yours and clings. He acts as the little spoon and demands that you give him unconditional love and affection. Stroke his hair, give him kisses and words of encouragement, and he will return the gesture.

D is for Domestic – do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?

Egalmoth is all for settling down with you; make no mistake about that fact and his undying love for you. As for displaying domesticated traits, not really. He’ll whine and complain about you wanting him to get messy and sweaty to cook and clean and opt for the workers to make you both a meal of food instead. He’s accustomed to the lavish lifestyle, and he enjoys it sincerely, so wanting to abandon some of those benefits to bask in domestication isn’t exactly Egalmoth’s cup of tea. If you wish to, he wouldn’t complain but you’re not going to find him cooking and cleaning in a domesticated manner (it doesn’t mean that he does not know how to cook and clean).

E is for Ending – if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it? why would they do it?

I don’t exactly see Egalmoth breaking up with his s/o, but if they had to split, it would be during their time in Sirion when the third kinslaying happened and he lost his life. That would be the only way he and his s/o would be separated, through death.

F is for Fiancé(e) – how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?

Of course, we all know that Egalmoth is an awfully confident person, so events like confession and proposal would not be an issue for him, and neither is settling down. He’s more in the middle of being excited to marry you immediately and also wanting to properly get to know each other before making that huge leap. Since elves live for eternity, he had the world of time to court and decide when it was the right moment to make the final step. Of course, this doesn’t mean he’ll wait fifty years before proposing. Give him a year to two before he is ready to pledge his vows to you.

G is for Gentle – how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

As mentioned in his general headcanons, he doesn’t like being emotionally vulnerable sole fact of not wanting others to worry about his problems. He doesn’t want you to bare his burdens, hence his reasons for not speaking about them; he is closed off on his traumas and negative emotions. When it comes to expressing his positive emotions, Egalmoth is all for spewing symphonies, poems and songs for you all day every week. Love is his all-time favourite emotion since it is associated with happiness which means he is ecstatic to express himself. For the physical aspect, he is all for PDA; showing you how much he adores you is all he lives for.

H is for Hugs – do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?

This elf is a cuddle bug, so hugging is natural. You are not easily escaping his grasp anytime soon once he captures you. Whether it is in public, behind closed doors, with his friends or at a ball, if Egalmoth wants a hug, he’s getting a hug. His hugs are playful, warm and fill you with raptures of love. Your automatic responses to his hugs are always giggles and a returned hug with your nose buried in his clothes or neck. Egalmoth smells like lilies which makes sense why you’re always planting your face in his chest.

I is for I love you – how do they say the l-word? when do they say the l-word?

‘I love you’ is an all-time beloved phrase of his to express his contentment. It isn’t said all the time or whenever you randomly do something. To him, it is a meaningful phrase that is not to be taken lightly. When expressed, he likes to hold you close and litter a few kisses before they gradually turn into passionate ones. There, he’ll stop to look into your eyes and stroke your face or cup your cheeks and whisper those three beautiful words to make you melt.

J is for Jealousy – how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?

A bit too confident to experience jealousy, but should he ever sample a taste of it, gone is the friendly and approachable Egalmoth. It isn’t a death sentence or anything violent, but his presence is terrifying when he’s glaring at the other person. All he needs to do is glare at the other person for them to get the hint that they have overstepped their boundaries. When that is complete, you have to deal with a clingy Egalmoth who is going to grumpily complain about what that person was doing. He is all over you demanding attention and when you turn away from him for a second, he’s whining about the lack of attention for an important matter at hand. He’s something like a man-child (elfchild).

K is for Kisses – what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?

Egalmoth’s kisses are playful and passionate. Either you are sitting on something to meet him at his level, being held in his arms, lying down or craning your poor neck to meet him. And to him, he enjoys all those positions he sets you up in just to swamp your smaller frame with his larger one and take control. His kisses feel like a cold glass of water on a hot day for the passionate aspect and a cool summer breeze on a warm day for the playful. You can’t have enough, you always want more, and he enjoys seeing how whiney you get when he pulls away. When ending his kisses, the last place he’ll kiss is your nose.

L is for Little ones – how are they around children?

He enjoys being around children, he has no issue with them, but he hates getting his clothes messed up when they require him to play rougher games. Aside from that, you can find Egalmoth teaching them archery or how to sword fight, even making flower crowns with them. By the time he’s finished, he’s wearing fifty crowns and more of them don’t even match his outfit, but he doesn’t care; it looks like a garden throw-up on him.

M is for Morning – how are mornings spent with them?

Mornings with him are quiet, filled with soft snores and messy limbs wrapped up with yours. His face is buried in your neck as he’s pressed against your body from how much he has rolled during the night. When he wakes, he remains curled against you and whines about getting up because he doesn’t want to leave the warmth and you. On mornings when he had training or meetings, you can expect Egalmoth to return to have breakfast with you. He holds that aspect of his mornings dear to his heart.

N is for Night – how are nights spent with them?

They are spent dancing and drinking away by the fireplace. Soft laughter echoes across the dining hall as you step on his feet due to your intoxication and stumble. Egalmoth’s face is bright from how much he is laughing and enjoying the little moment. The both of you are just twirling around, not particularly dancing anymore, and humming some incomprehensible tune that would make Ecthelion or Salgant cringe. If you two aren’t dancing, you’ve crashed for dinner by one of the other Lords and are laughing the night away.

O is for Open – when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

Most of his life is already on display for the world to see from the countless wars he’s fought and all the events from the rebellion to the building of Gondolin. He doesn’t exactly have to tell you the events he’s experienced because you know, but he’ll withhold the specific details. You don’t need to be terrified by all the chaos or trauma he has experienced and witnessed. If you wish to learn other personal aspects of his life, he will slowly reveal them. Most of his life without the wars is awfully simple and quiet.

P is for Patience – how easily angered are they?

He does have a temper and hates when he isn’t being taken seriously. He rarely feels angry towards you since he places a tremendous amount of trust and respect that you don’t do anything to disrespect the relationship and his confidence. When he does become angered, he rants a lot. While he doesn’t get loud, his voice deepens, his eyes darken and his entire aura changes to seriousness. When he becomes like this, he hates to direct this display towards you because he understands how terrifying it is.

Q is for Quizzes – how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing? or do they kind of forget everything?

He barely forgets anything about you since he enjoys teasing you so much, every memory about you is stored deeply in his mind. Whenever he sees or hears a specific topic of conversation, you immediately flash across his mind and a grin appears. Sometimes he would break out into a burst of slow laughter due to the severity of the memory. In the event of your passing, Egalmoth drops everything for the outside world to not learn that he’s grieving. He puts on the façade that everything is alright, and he isn’t suffering because of his memories. Like most elves, he drowns himself in alcohol to ease his agony.

R is for Remember – what is their favourite moment in your relationship?

You wanted to surprise and show him how much you adored and admired him by dressing up as him one day. Adorned in his notable house colours and patterns, the only thing you were missing was his sigil, you presented yourself to Egalmoth and to say he was blown away was the most straightforward response he produced. He was starstruck by your attire and couldn’t believe his eyes; here you were dressed up like him and proudly wearing his colours. At that moment, he had a little futuristic episode where he envisioned you as his spouse.

S is for Security – how (over)protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

Egalmoth is a silent observer when it comes to protecting you. He might lack a lot of muscular physiques like the others and have a lithe body, but that doesn’t mean he can’t get down and dirty to defend you. He’s already tall and will become taller and bulkier before the perpetrator or the threat. He does have a temper and wouldn’t hesitate to get into the face of the person or face the threat head-on. Might attack first and not wait for a response since in his mind. He is not the type to have guards patrolling your sides 24/7, but should you feel threatened to that extent, he would even company you himself. He would even ask you to stay on this estate until the situation eased up.

T is for Try – how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

He is ostentatious, thus everything he prepares for you will be over the top and you will see and feel the great lengths he is willing to go to make your wishes come true. Egalmoth does not play when it comes to quality and effort. He does his best to ensure you have the best in life even if it’s something as simple as a book. You want a hardcovered book, he’s ensuring that it’s of the best quality and the latest edition. One day you ask to swim in Ecthelion’s fountain, the next week you’re strolling in to find a pool under construction.

U is for Ugly – what would be some bad habits of theirs?

He is similar to Ecthelion when it comes to appearances and who judges your style of fashion if you show a lack of interest. Your appearance does say a lot about an individual and he would nit-pick your appearance if it doesn’t show any hint of effort. However, as his lover, he will be kind in the manner he informs you about your lack of sense of fashion and instead, drop suggestions on what you should wear that would suit you (of course, if you can’t afford to dress to high degrees of fashion, he isn’t going to judge).

V is for Vanity – how concerned are they with their looks?

If Gondolin could be covered with mirrors to check himself out whenever he walked by, I believe that Egalmoth would make it happen. He and Ecthelion have a running steak on who’s the better-dressed Lord. There is never a bad-dressed day in Egalmoth’s life; if that were to happen, he’d suffer a heart attack.

W is for Whole – would they feel incomplete without you?

Egalmoth would feel empty without you and resort to a cold exterior. His usual proud personality would gain an extra trait of coldness to mask his loneliness. Snaping when people question whether he’s alright because he doesn’t enjoy the pity people are feeling towards him. It’s a constant reminder that you’re no longer at his side. He is between isolating himself and searching for company because he hates the loneliness that creeps in. The lonelier, the more memories of you slip through the cracks and break him.

X is for Xtra – (a) random headcanon(s) for them

He’s a middle child. His two siblings are sisters which explains his great sense of fashion since they used to turn him into a doll whenever they played dress up as children. He later remembers all their fashion tips when styling himself to ensure he lives up to their presentable standard. From them, he learned how to be sassy and a diva.

Y is for Yuck – what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

You not having a proper sense of fashion, and not in the sense of wearing high-quality clothing, but in the mind of attiring yourself with pride. He would appreciate it if you had pride in how you outfitted yourself and put effort into dressing well.

Z is for Zzz – what are some sleep habits of theirs?

Egalmoth is a small spoon while sleeping and enjoys cuddling you throughout the night. It doesn’t matter if you roll to your right or left, he’s rolling to search for you and returning to his position curled under you. You can’t move that much from his grip on you and sometimes you want to because he also fights in his sleep. You have received a few combos from him, and complaining about it is pointless because he has no idea that he sleeps fights.

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Chapters: 5/22 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ecthelion of the Fountain/Glorfindel Characters: Glorfindel (Tolkien), Ecthelion of the Fountain, Aredhel (Tolkien), Egalmoth (First Age), Turgon of Gondolin, Írimë | Lalwen, Original Female Character(s), Elu Thingol | Elwë Singollo, Melian (Tolkien), Beleg Cúthalion, Saeros (Tolkien), Rog (Tolkien), Aranwë (Tolkien), Voronwë (Tolkien), Elemmakil (Tolkien), Salgant (Tolkien) Additional Tags: Ensemble Cast, Gondolin, First Age, Drama & Romance, Angst, Giant Spiders, Doriath, Cover Art Series: Part 6 of Silver & Gold

Chapter 3:   Things Best Left Unsaid

Youngsters discovering themselves and the importance of talking instead of making assumptions

And yay - fluff for a change ^^

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Lords of Gondolin Baking With You For The Holidays

Requests: May I request a baking with the Lords of gondolin for the festive season, sounds both fun and chaotic. Would there be anything to eat other then a mouthful of flour you threw at each other? Probably not. Unless you feel like eating cinnamon goop and crunchy burnt cookies. – anon

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this request, especially with Christmas approaching and the baking season in the air. Thanks for this request anon. Enjoy!

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Galdor

◇ He’s just too good when it comes to averaging ingredients, though he often got distracted by your playful antics each time you tried to eat the ingredients or break his concentration as he poured the vanilla syrup or honey. “Are you trying to sabotage my cookies?” he’ll whine when you throw flour at him.

◇ Might realise too late that you’re missing one of the ingredients—powdered sugar—and have to make a quick rush to the market. This unfortunately turns into a shopping spree where you two would return with extra ingredients.

◇ You’re the one to start a fight while Galdor is attempting to maintain the peace and his station clean, so your extra flour and eggs don’t end up in his bowl of cake batter. At some point, he got dragged into your ruffian behaviour and ended up covered in flour.

◇ Despite being the one making the cake and cookies, his knack for ‘quality control’ resulted in him tasting the batter/dough too often.

◇ When the first batch did come out of the oven, it was burnt which left you questioning all of Galdor’s ‘phenomenal’ cooking abilities he was renowned for. “I thought you were a great chef?” “I am, but when I have a little mouse in the kitchen, what else to expect?”

◇ Offended. At least there were a few cookies saved from the extra crispiness and the cake was decent to still enjoy your day’s labour.

Ecthelion

◇ He takes baking for the holidays the same as any military operation—detailed with a precise layout, and no straying from the outline. You will be gently scolded each time you attempt to do your own thing. Like measuring without measuring cups and spoon. He doesn’t do the whole ‘pour until your ancestors tell you to stop.’

◇ But Thel being Thel, still couldn’t resist breaking his own rules when the chocolate chip cookie dough was looking delicious and sticking his fingers to scoop a dollop. “Just checking to make sure they’re not poisoned.” As he shoves a spoonful in his mouth.

◇ You somehow managed to end up with too much dough? despite the way he was eating the dough each time you turned your back. He decided that you should share it, leading to an impromptu cookie giveaway.

◇ Spends a good portion of the evening walking through the streets of Gondolin handing cookies on trays to the citizens and his servants. Even Turgon is happy to receive his batch of cookies for the holidays.

◇ When it came to decorating, he took pride in it, the same way he takes pride in his appearance. He is in charge of the designs and hands out a sheet of paper filled with patterns for you to follow. Do not diverge from the original patterns, you’re ruining the aesthetic.

◇ At least in the end, you had the perfect batch of cookies to sit by the fireplace and eat with a nice glass of milk.

Glorfindel

◇ You’re never getting anything done on time, and surely your cake or cookies will be burnt because of his distractions. Which leads to you making a fresh batch and shooing him out the kitchen. He comes right back after sneaking in.

◇ Eats the dough like it’s food and gets all puzzled when you scold him for reducing the volume. “Laurë! We’ll have none by the time you’re finished! And you’ll get sick if you continue to eat the raw dough!”

◇ With a mouth full of dough, he looked hurt that you would deny him the right to taste-test the desserts to ensure the quality was up to his standards. “I just wanted to taste the cookies. Don’t have to be so mean.” Guilt trips you into letting him eat more.

◇ You obviously end up with less dough and Laurë earns himself a tummy ache from how much dough he ate raw. Some dough had less of certain ingredients while others had too much because he pulled you to dance in the middle of measuring, so you forgot and mismanaged.

◇ You end up with cookies that were undercooked, overcooked and er…not cookies? Still, it didn’t bother him because he was willing to enjoy the hard labour of your fantastic baking.

◇ “Baking is an art, and although it may not appear the way we intended, there is merit and beauty in the outcome.” He would cheer as he plopped a cookie into his mouth while you stood there with an exasperated look. Like he was the reason for the cookies being that way.

Egalmoth

◇ He wants to make gingerbread houses, cinnamon rolls, a ton of cookies and cake and roast turkey or chicken all on the same day at the same time. He’s elaborate about the activity if you haven’t caught on.

◇ When it comes to designing, he’s in charge and has everything in order, down to how to position the desserts and food on the table. Perfectionist, often redoing the steps to get them right. “Patience is key, darling,” he reminds you and boops your nose with frosting.

◇ Despite his meticulous nature, he loves a good laugh when things don’t go right. The image in his head wasn’t aligning with the image displayed after piping frosting on the cake to resemble the Christmas tree you drew on the paper.

◇ Mentions something about your artistry skills when it comes to drawing needs to be worked on so he could have a better understanding of what he was working with. That was enough for you to dump flour on his head.

◇ Did not take his clothes and hair becoming a mess because he put a lot of effort into appearing splendid to bake alongside you. So, if he had to look like a mess, so did you. “You look cute with all that flour and eggs—I might bake you instead to eat.”

◇ By the time you two were finished, the way you two were a mess, might as well hop into the oven to bake. More ingredients were wasted than used, and you found yourself eating the remaining frosting and dough off your hand.

Rog

◇ Rog’s all about efficiency, turning your baking session into a well-oiled machine. For him, it feels as though he’s back in the forges, about to craft an art piece with meticulous create and precision.

◇ You ought to expect his knack for improvising, often adding unexpected ingredients into the mix with confidence. “Trust me, mírë. It will taste great.” As he throws in peppermint, nuts and extra vanilla.

◇ Between the two of you, you’re the one who steals dough from the bowl when he isn’t looking or bribes him with kisses to have extra cookies. So easily he falls for your charm because he can never say no with those puppy eyes.

◇ Somewhere in the mix, the oven malfunctioned, which was no strenuous task for Rog to fix. You got to stand by and hand him his tools while watching his muscles flex and look like something to take a bite out of.

◇ With his skills and confidence, you two will end up with a variety of cookies, some traditional, others experimental. “A little bit of everything makes the holidays nice.”

◇ You two made just enough cookies to eat and also share with his fellow Lords and craftsmen he works within the forges. He left the wrapping and little notes for you since he prefers your handwriting suitable for the holidays.

Maeglin

◇ He was surprisingly enthusiastic about baking, eager to try new recipes with you and make new memories. The entire time, he would stand close by as he listened to your instructions and your patient voice as you guided him on how to mix or measure.

◇ Did have a tendency to get lost in the process, forgetting to remember the baking or resting period, so you might get burnt cookies and overrisen bread. Can’t blame him, you’re in the kitchen, an obvious distraction.

◇ He compares his crafting to baking cookies and wonders how could something so simple be difficult as he held up a burnt cookie that didn’t match the snowflake stencil.

◇ Discovered that you should leave the decorating to him when you explained piping the frosting on the cake and icing on the cookies. Even the gingerbread house was a masterpiece after leaving it in his hands. He designed an entire castle.

◇ When you happen to run out of frosting and icing, or the edible beads, he suggests a trip to the pastry shop for more items which results in Maeglin growing excited at the assortment of decorations and requests to buy out the entire shop.

◇ By the end, most of your desserts are more decorations than cake and cookies to eat. The layers you might have to bite through before you taste the pastry is immaculate. At least he had fun participating.

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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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Haunted House With The Lords of Gondolin

Synopsis: In which you, modern reader, set up a haunted house for them to experience during your time in Gondolin.

When you first told Turgon and the Lords of Gondolin about the haunted house you were setting up for the autumn festival, they had raised eyebrows and shared sceptical glances. You assured them it was all in good fun and something humans did for entertainment back in your world, but still, they remained unconvinced.

But the festival spirit was strong, and eventually, Turgon himself declared they would try it. You had the help of other elves from the city to dress as ghosts and creatures, altering the interior with traps, hidden rooms, eerie wind effects, and, of course, the classic something brushing past your leg trick. It took a lot of convincing and detailed instructions, but the elves, curious about human customs, went all in.

By the time the haunted house was complete, it had transformed from a mere concept into a genuinely spooky experience.

“A house…haunted?” Glorfindel had asked, his voice laced with doubt. “We’ve seen the spirits of the cursed, battled creatures from Morgoth’s nightmares, and you want us to walk through a house filled with—what, exactly?”

“I promise, it’s harmless…mostly,” you said, trying to hide your grin. You could see Maeglin raising an eyebrow, his arms crossed as if to question your definition of “harmless.”

Glorfindel smiled politely, ever the golden knight, radiating calm confidence. “I’ll go in first then,” he offered. Naturally, he went to open the door and—WHAM—the fake skeleton you set up dropped right on him.

He jumped back, almost crashing into Rog, who couldn’t help but let out a booming laugh. “What is this trickery?” Rog was clearly amused, and Glorfindel stood there blinking in disbelief as the others snickered. “Oh fuc–A skeleton! Really?” Glorfindel said, shaking his head as he composed himself.

Ecthelion walked beside him as he chuckled under his breath. “It’s just a skeleton. We’re not in the middle of the Nirnaeth here.”

Inside, the halls were dimly lit by flickering lanterns, the walls draped in shadowy cloth that gave the impression of shifting figures. Elves, hidden, moaned softly, their voices echoing down the corridors. Even Turgon, normally so composed, narrowed his eyes in suspicion as the sounds seemed to grow louder, more oppressive.

“I think the house is alive,” Maeglin said flatly, his voice betraying a hint of unease. Rog snorted, rolling his eyes, but even he was scanning the corners warily.

They had barely taken ten steps into the first room when the first scare hit—an elf dressed as a wraith leapt out from a darkened doorway, his hand reaching for Ecthelion’s shoulder. He spun on instinct, fists balled up to strike before you shouted, “Hey! Don’t beat my elves up!”

“Lucky. I almost punched him,” Ecthelion muttered, placing his arms down but eyeing the wraith warily. “Good reflexes,” Glorfindel smirked, but you could see the tension in his jaw, as though he was ready to fight the next ghost himself.

Egalmoth was one who was already causing half the chaos, poking at things, trying to figure out how you rigged the traps. He pulled at a loose cobweb you had set up, only for it to trigger a bucket of fake blood to splash down on him. “Agh! What is this?” he yelped, staring at his now blood-streaked robes. The others burst out laughing as he grumbled, wiping his face. “You…humans.”

As they moved deeper into the house, the monsters became bolder. At one point, a trap door opened beneath Turgon’s feet, and he dropped halfway into the floor before being rescued by a group of skeletons. The sound of him cursing loudly as he tried to climb out of the trap had you doubling over with laughter outside. “We’re going to have a serious talk later.”

Galdor had been quiet for most of the tour until a particularly convincing spectre dropped from the ceiling, screeching and clawing towards him. He let out a yelp, stumbling back into Egalmoth, who laughed far too loudly. “Perhaps the haunted houses of Men aren’t so dull after all,” Egalmoth mused, though his fists were curled up, just in case.

Turgon, leading the group, maintained his stoic façade, but even he flinched, again, when a banshee-like figure screeched and lunged at him from a hidden space. His hand instinctively shot out his fists, but after a moment, he simply shook his head with a resigned sigh. “This is ridiculous. I’m going to end up fighting my people,” he muttered, though there was a spark of amusement in his eyes

Meanwhile, Egalmoth, again, had almost punched one of the actors in the face after they tried to drag him through a fake wall. “I nearly broke their jaw. I thought I was getting kidnapped,” he whined, clearly unimpressed. And Maeglin who had been next to him was struggling not to laugh. “I told you the house was alive.”

One of the fake monsters grabbed Ecthelion’s boot, and instinctively, he kicked it, nearly knocking the poor elf in disguise out cold. All you could do was groan at the poor elf doing his job and Thel’s quick methods of self-defense.

Rog, on the other hand, wasn’t having any of it. When a series of hanging cobwebs and unseen hands began to brush against his arms and legs, he let out a deep, annoyed growl. “I am not being taken by a fake ghost,” he declared, shoving past the invisible ropes of the trap as if it were a mere inconvenience. The elves hidden in the walls whispered hurried apologies.

Glorfindel was initially the most sceptical of the bunch, but actually found himself impressed by the mechanics of the house. After he dodged a spectral blade that swung down from the ceiling, he let out an appreciative whistle. “Now this, this is clever.” But when a creature crawled out of a hidden corner, grabbing at his legs, his calm composure shattered. With a loud, startled shout, he kicked and stomped it away. “Not today! I’ll fight you for real!”

Cool and composed as ever, Maeglin seemed the least affected—at first. But when one of the creatures dressed as a dark wraith chased him through a winding passage at full speech laughing, nearly separating him from the others, you caught him muttering curses under his breath. His usual calm exterior cracked just enough for you to enjoy the moment of him being rattled.

By the time they reached the final room—a grand hall filled with eerie, glowing mist and a replica of Jack Skellington on a throne—the group was ready to be done. The actor stood with glowing pumpkin head in hand, and pointed dramatically at the group. “You shall not leave!”

Rog wasted no time and raised a fist. “Try me.”

Clearly reconsidering, the actor quickly backed down while you, from the control room, had to suppress your laughter. The group stormed out of the house, various expressions of annoyance, relief, and amusement etched on their faces.

“Well,” Ecthelion said after a long pause, running a hand through his hair, “that was…something.”

Galdor shook his head, still a bit shaken from being nearly dragged off into one of the hidden rooms. “You humans and your sense of fun.”

Turgon was uncharacteristically silent, though you could tell from the way his lips twitched that he had enjoyed it more than he was letting on. Glorfindel, meanwhile, clapped you on the back with a grin. “You’ve got a talent for this. Scared the wits out of us.”

“Next time,” Maeglin added, straightening his tunic and trying to act like he hadn’t been running from imaginary wraiths moments ago, “let me design the traps. We’ll make it really terrifying.”

Glorfindel just shook his head. “I’m getting too old for this.”

“You’re immortal,” you shot back with a grin, to which he only waved dismissively.

You could tell that, despite the initial scepticism, they had actually enjoyed themselves—though you knew none of them would openly admit it.

As the group dispersed to enjoy the rest of the festival, you caught Turgon glancing back at the haunted house one last time. His expression was thoughtful, as though he was already planning the next time they’d attempt your human madness. “We should do this next year, but I’d like to help next time.”

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Celebrating Autumn with the Lords of Gondolin

Synopsis: In which you introduce the Lords (and Turgon) to partake in many festive fall activities.

Hosting an autumn-themed party in Gondolin had been your idea, and somehow you managed to get King Turgon and all his Lords on board. The courtyard of Gondolin was dressed in golds, reds, oranges, with wreaths of autumn leaves hanging from pillars and pumpkins scattered around. The air was crisp, and everything had a touch of warmth, from the fire pits dotting the grounds to the hot spiced cider ready for everyone to try.

It wasn’t easy—throwing modern human ideas into elven culture wasn’t exactly the most natural thing—but you made it work. And now, Gondolin’s lords were about to see what a true autumn celebration looked like.

Glorfindel was the first to arrive, grinning as he eyed the pumpkin-carving station you had set up. You told him it was a classic autumn tradition, and he had jumped in without hesitation, picking up a knife and carving some elaborate design that looked like it belonged in a museum. “Let’s see if the others can keep up,” he said, obviously too proud of his creation already. You just laughed.

Egalmoth, with his flair for all things colourful, was immediately drawn to the garlands of autumn leaves you’d hung around. “You have a talent for decoration,” he remarked, already considering how he could replicate this in his own house. You had to stop him from adding more feathers to the mix. “Keep your peacock tendencies in check, Egalmoth. This is autumn, not a bird festival.”

Rog and Galdor rolled in together, both eyeing the apple-bobbing station you’d set up. Rog, ever the competitive one, looked ready to dive in face-first. Galdor, on the other hand, seemed more hesitant, probably thinking about how undignified it would look to dunk his head in a bucket. “Come on, Galdor,” you teased, “I’ve seen you charge into battle with trolls. Surely a few apples won’t scare you.” That earned a hearty laugh from Rog, who immediately took up the challenge.

Ecthelion was, unsurprisingly, more interested in the autumn music you’d selected. The harps and flutes blended with the sounds of crackling fires and rustling leaves, setting the perfect mood. He wandered over to the musicians, offering a few pointers. “Of course, Ecthelion’s turning it into a concert,” Glorfindel whispered to you, shaking his head in amusement.

Then, Maeglin showed up—late—already brooding before he even stepped foot in the courtyard. He looked around, unimpressed, until his eyes fell on the pumpkin-carving station. “What is this?” he asked, genuinely confused. You handed him a carving knife and gestured toward the pumpkins. “Carve something. It’s therapeutic.”

Turgon, ever the picture of regal composure, made his entrance just as Maeglin started slicing away. “I trust this...activity is appropriate?” the king asked, giving you a look that said he was still uncertain about the whole idea. You just grinned. “Trust me, Turgon. If nothing else, watching your nephew stab a pumpkin will be the highlight of your evening.”

The apple-bobbing contest kicked off with Glorfindel joining Rog and going head-to-head. Both were elbowing each other out of the way in a very un-lordly manner, while the rest of the group gathered around to cheer or laugh at their antics. Maeglin, as expected, looked sceptical by the whole thing, but even he couldn’t resist glancing over occasionally to see who was winning.

Egalmoth, being Egalmoth, had somehow found a way to tie autumn-coloured ribbons into his hair, showing them off to anyone who would listen. He tried to convince Ecthelion to do the same, but the captain of the fountains was far too dignified to humour him.

Meanwhile, Turgon had finally warmed up to the idea of an autumn feast, especially once the pumpkin-spiced everything made its way to the table. You weren’t sure if he loved or hated it, but he certainly looked intrigued. “This is...different,” he commented, taking a cautious sip of pumpkin ale.

The pumpkin-spiced food was a hit—or at least, it became the subject of much discussion. Galdor wasn’t sure about the pumpkin bread but enjoyed the roasted chestnuts, while Glorfindel happily inhaled anything remotely edible. Ecthelion, ever the refined one, sipped his pumpkin ale with an arched brow, considering it more thoughtfully than anyone else.

As the night wore on, Glorfindel and Galdor started a friendly archery competition, using pumpkins as targets. Maeglin actually got involved, managing to hit a target dead centre without even trying. “I hate how good he is at everything,” Glorfindel muttered, shaking his head as Maeglin smirked and walked away.

The hay-bale toss turned into an unexpected competition between Glorfindel, Rog, and Maeglin. You watched as they tried to outdo each other, tossing the heavy bales farther and farther until Maeglin, ever the silent competitor, sent one soaring well past the others. “I should’ve known the smith would win this...again,” Glorfindel said, shaking his head with a laugh.

Once the bonfire was lit, the atmosphere became more relaxed. The lords gathered around the flames, drinking and laughing as the night grew darker. You introduced the concept of roasting marshmallows, and though Rog seemed confused at first, he ended up liking the sweet treat more than he’d admit.

As the night continued, you convinced the group to participate in a scavenger hunt you had prepared earlier in the day. You’d hidden little tokens all around the courtyard, each representing something from the autumn season—acorns, tiny pumpkins, golden leaves—and you split the group into teams. Glorfindel teamed up with Ecthelion, while Turgon, much to your surprise, paired with Rog. Watching the elven lords of Gondolin running around in search of hidden trinkets had you stifling laughs for the rest of the night.

By the time the bonfire was lit, everyone was in high spirits. Rog and Galdor were still trading jabs about who won the apple-bobbing contest, while Egalmoth was already planning next year’s party. Ecthelion had taken over the music, adding a dramatic flair to the entire evening with his harp, while Glorfindel tried (and failed) to convince Maeglin to at least smile once before the night ended.

The final event of the evening was a storytelling session around the bonfire. Ecthelion, naturally, volunteered to go first, spinning a dramatic tale about a haunted forest. Glorfindel, of course, made it funnier than it needed to be by making shadow puppets in the firelight, causing the others to groan in mock frustration.

Maeglin stayed quiet through most of the stories, but you caught him smirking a few times, especially when Rog told a tale about a prank gone wrong. Even Turgon, ever serious, seemed to relax in the warmth of the fire and the company of his closest friends.

As for you, you stood back, watching as the lords of Gondolin—so used to battles and council meetings—embraced the ridiculousness of an autumn celebration. Turgon caught your eye from across the fire, giving you a nod of approval. Maybe hosting a party wasn’t the worst idea you’d ever had.

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