#egalmoth fluff

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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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[elronds-library]

Ladies Love a Huntress

by UnicornsInSpace (@greyjedijaneite)

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?

Teen, No Archive Warnings

Words: 14,224

[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.

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— Egalmoth

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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?

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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 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧�� 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.

[doodle-pops]

˖ ࣪ .Giving Them The Silent Treatment˖ ࣪ .

Headcanon: Amras, Argon, Angrod, Egalmoth, Gil Galad

Synopsis: In which they attempt to end the silent torture via their skillful methods.

˚₊‧꒰ა Amras — 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐.

Amras walked softly into the room, glancing at you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. The silence between you was heavy, each of his attempts to break it met with your determined silence. “Are you still angry with me?” he asked gently, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You turned away, unable to meet his eyes, leading to him approaching, and sitting down beside you on the bed. The warmth of his presence was comforting, even though you still refused to speak.

“I know I’ve made mistakes,” he continued, reaching out to gently touch your hand. “But I want to make it right. Please, let me try.”

Reaching into his pocket, he produced a small, delicate flower, its petals a soft shade of blue. With a smile, he tucked it behind your ear, his fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that made your heart flutter. “You know,” he began, his voice laced with sincerity, “this flower reminds me of how I feel about you. It’s rare and beautiful, just like you.”

His eyes met yours, filled with an earnest hope. There was softness in his gaze and sincerity in his voice as they broke through your stubbornness. Turning to him, your eyes reflected a mixture of frustration and affection.

“Why do you have to be so charming?” you finally spoke, your voice softening.

Amras’s face broke into a relieved, affectionate smile. “Because I’m in love with you,” he said, leaning closer. “And I’d do anything to see you smile again.”

You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the warmth of his love melting away your stubbornness.

˚₊‧꒰ა Argon — 𝑨𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐, 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

His usually bright and cheerful demeanour dimmed with each moment of your silence. “Are you really not going to talk to me?” he asked, his voice tinged with desperation. You on the other hand, remained silent, your eyes focused on anything but him.

He pouted, his lips forming a perfect, sorrowful curve. “You know I hate it when you do this,” he whined, but you stood firm, arms crossed.

Trying everything he could think of to get your attention, he started by bringing you your favourite flowers and holding them out with an apologetic smile. And when you didn’t respond, he’d place them gently on the table next to you, hoping their fragrance would soften your irritation.

“Please, just talk to me,” he pleaded, his voice almost a whisper while you remained silent with your aching heart.

Next, he tried to make you laugh, performing exaggerated antics and telling jokes that usually had you in stitches. But today, you didn’t even crack a smile, urging his frustration to grow as he huffed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

Finally, he resorted to his last tactic: sheer stubbornness. He followed you around, a constant presence, or rather, a pest, at your side, refusing to leave you alone. “I’ll stay right here until you talk to me,” he declared, his tone both petulant and determined.

You sighed inwardly. His persistence was endearing, and you knew you couldn’t hold out forever. With a soft smile, you turned to him and said, “You’re more annoying than you give yourself credit. You do know that?”

His face lit up with relief and joy. “Ah, you had finally spoken! I’m sorry,” he said quickly, wrapping his arms around you. “I promise I’ll do better. Just please, don’t ever stop talking to me again.”

“Fine then, I won’t ignore you,” you whispered. “However, because I’m still upset, no cuddling for a while.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Angrod — 𝑷𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒐𝒓, 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏. 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

The silence between you and Angrod had stretched for days. You sat in the common room of your shared quarters, reading a book while deliberately ignoring his attempts to bridge the gap. Each time he approached, you responded with nothing more than a silent nod or a hum, your eyes never leaving the pages.

Angrod tried to mask his frustration, though his usual easygoing demeanour was slipping. He’d attempt small talk, casually asking about your day or mentioning something interesting he’d learned, but your responses remained minimal. It was clear he was struggling to decipher what had gone wrong.

But it wasn’t until you started sleeping on the sofa, leaving Angrod to his solitude in the bed, that the full weight of your silent treatment hit him. The normally calm and composed elf began to crumble. He’d mutter to himself as he walked through the room, bumping into furniture and huffing with annoyance like an insane person.

When you finally noticed him pacing and mumbling, it was clear that the silence, while intended to make him reflect, was also gnawing at him more than you’d anticipated.

Hence why the next morning, you woke to find Angrod asleep on the sofa beside you, his face creased with worry and exhaustion, making him appear like a wrinkly old man.

“Hey,” you said, your voice warmer than intended. Angrod blinked open his eyes, seeing you with a mixture of relief and lingering frustration.

“Are you finally tal—Yes, my love,” he answered, quickly, recollecting himself and rubbing his eyes to fully wake up before he said something out of turn.

You nodded, your heart softening as you took his hand. “Yes, I’m finally awake and ready to talk, but let’s have breakfast first. You’re cooking though, so don’t burn anything.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Egalmoth — 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐, 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒊�� 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

Egalmoth paced the length of the garden, his usual composed demeanour replaced by visible frustration. You sat on a stone bench, steadfastly ignoring him, your gaze fixed on the blooming roses. It had been three days since you’d last spoken to him, and he was growing increasingly desperate.

“Will you please talk to me, my love,” he said, his voice a mix of irritation and pleading. “The silence is too loud.”

Giving no indication that you heard him, maintaining your silence, Egalmoth sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. “I’d rather you punish me any other way than this silent treatment,” he muttered under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

His words hung in the air, but you remained calm which caused him to huff in frustration and storm off, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Minutes later, the sound of a clatter reached your ears, and you glanced over to see Egalmoth sprawled on the ground with a nearby ladder and several fallen books scattered around him.

“Curse this clumsiness,” he groaned, holding his ankle. Your heart clenched, but you forced yourself to remain seated.

Egalmoth’s eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flash of genuine pain—not just from his injury, but from your silence. He had gone out of his way to create a situation where you had no choice but to speak with him, even if it meant injuring himself.

You stood up, your stubbornness wavering. As you approached, he winced, clearly in discomfort. “Are you alright?” you finally asked, unable to maintain your silent treatment any longer.

Relief washed over his face despite his pain. “I will be, now that you’re talking to me,” he said, his voice softer. “I’ve missed your voice more than you know.”

You sighed, kneeling beside him to assess his injury. “You’re impossible,” you murmured, but there was no anger in your tone—only a reluctant affection.

Egalmoth smiled, reaching out to gently touch your hand. “And you’re everything to me,” he replied, his eyes filled with love. “Never leave me in silence again.”

You nodded, helping him to his feet. “Just don’t hurt yourself next time,” you said, your voice laced with a mixture of exasperation and fondness.

“I’ll try,” he promised, leaning on you for support. “But only if you promise to talk to me.”

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head. “Deal.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Gil Galad — 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 �� 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Gil-galad found you in the garden, the serene beauty of the flowering landscape contrasting with the cold silence you were giving him. For days, you had been distant, offering only curt nods and avoiding eye contact. He respected your space, but it was beginning to wear on him. He approached cautiously, his expression a mix of concern and gentle resolve.

“Is there an limit on words, or have I simply been unlucky in conversation?” he asked, attempting a lighthearted tone. He knelt beside you, his gaze searching your face for any sign of the warmth that once was there.

You remained silent, focused on the vibrant petals of a nearby flower. Gil-galad sighed, sitting down beside you. “If this is some form of punishment, I must say, I’m terribly uninitiated,” he continued, his voice softening. “But I’d very much like to understand what’s troubling you, or at least, share a smile.”

He reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring. “Tell me what I’ve done wrong. Even a King can be humbled by the silence of someone he holds dear.”

The sincerity in his voice finally broke through, bringing your eyes to meet his, and your vexation melting away gently.

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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

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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 | When You Kabedon Them vs When They Kabedon You

Request: For the house gondolin would you be willing to do a group headcanon for kabedoning their s/o vs getting kabedoned by their s/o? 👉👈 Have a great December!

A/N: Oh anon, I hope this was done to your liking, and what you were expecting. Enjoy!

Synopsis: How the elves react when you corner them compared to when they corner you.

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.𑁍༊˚ Galdor

Galdor had never really considered himself the sort to be easily flustered. He was a warrior, a leader, someone who had seen battle and withstood its horrors without so much as a tremor. But then, of course, you had to go and press him up against the nearest wall, one hand braced beside his head, your expression positively devious.

He blinked at you as he tried to make sense of what was happening. “Are you trying to intimidate me?” His tone was dubious, a little amused even, but there was the faintest pink creeping up his ears.

The moment you leaned in, his composure wavered. He cleared his throat, but his voice had a rough edge when he spoke again. “This seems unfair. I am entirely unarmed.”

If you stole a kiss, he would recover quickly, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for another, deeper one—one that was far more calculated than your spontaneous attempt.

You did, however, manage to fully catch him off guard one evening after training when he was weary and unsuspecting. He had barely unbuckled his sword belt when you cornered him in the hallway. He actually took a step back before realising what you were doing. “...Must you do this while I am defenceless?”

If you ever caught him in a moment of deep contemplation and suddenly kabedon’d him, he would take an obnoxiously long pause before looking at you and saying, “Ah. You have finally lost your senses.”

When Galdor kabedons you:

He is not usually the sort to try and fluster you just for the fun of it, but if you had been provoking him all day, he had no qualms about giving you a taste of your own medicine.

He did not do it gently, nor did he do it lightly. One moment you were standing with him in the corridor, and the next your back was against stone, his arm braced above your head. He leaned down slightly, his voice low. “Let us see how you like it, hm?”

He would be very, very close. Not close enough to kiss you—no, that would be too easy—but close enough that you could feel the warmth of him, could see the sharp amusement in his eyes.

If you tried to lean away, he would follow, not letting you escape quite so easily. His lips would quirk in amusement. “Is this not what you wanted?”

When he did kiss you, it was slow and deliberate, his free hand settling against your hip as if to keep you in place. “I think,” he murmured, “that you rather like this.”

.𑁍༊˚ Ecthelion

Ecthelion was entirely unreadable when you kabedon’d him. He merely arched a brow, his arms crossed over his chest as he regarded you with mild amusement.

“An interesting tactic,” he mused, as if you were in the middle of some military strategy discussion. “And what is your next move?”

You were prepared for teasing, for flustering him, but not for the way he subtly leaned into you, just enough that your breath caught. “Do you intend to keep me here all day, or shall we get to the part where you lose your nerve?”

You did not lose your nerve. You kissed him instead, triumphant, only to realise he had caught your wrist in his grasp, his smirk widening slightly. “Predictable,” he murmured, before reversing the situation entirely.

You were the one against the wall before you could even react, and now he was the one looking down at you, all dark eyes and silent laughter. “You will have to do better than that, meleth.”

You once tried to do this after he had been drinking, assuming his reactions would be slower. The plan backfired. Instead of looking surprised, he merely sighed and reached up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You are determined to test me, aren’t you?”

If you ever did this in front of others, he would react with the same composure, but there would be the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips, like he was trying not to smirk. The moment you were alone, he would absolutely pay you back for it.

When Ecthelion kabedons you:

It was always precise, calculated. He never wasted movement. One moment you were standing comfortably, and the next his arm was caging you in, his gaze sharp with amusement.

“I do wonder,” he murmured, “if you ever consider the consequences of your actions before you enact them.”

The problem with Ecthelion was that he was utterly unreadable. You could not tell if he was teasing or if he genuinely intended to keep you there.

He leaned down, close enough that his nose nearly brushed yours. “You do this often enough. I felt it was only fair to return the favour.”

He always left you thoroughly flustered, if only because he had an uncanny ability to anticipate your every reaction.

.𑁍༊˚ Glorfindel

Glorfindel was not prepared. At all.

One moment, he was talking, all confidence and charm, and the next—bam—your hand was beside his head, your gaze sharp and unwavering.

He blinked at you, utterly confused. “Meleth, are you feeling well?” Unlike Ecthelion, who would lean into the game, or Galdor, who would remain infuriatingly calm, Glorfindel simply did not know how to react.

You had to explain why you were doing it. That only resulted in him grinning at you in a way that made your heart race. “Ah. So this is meant to be intimidating?”

He made it impossible. He leaned against the wall like he was comfortable, like you had not just cornered him. “Oh no,” he said, grinning. “I am at your mercy. Whatever shall I do?”

When you kissed him, he hummed into it, pleased. “I should let you pin me against walls more often.” If you held your ground, he would try very hard to keep his composure, but the faint pink dusting his cheeks betrayed him.

Once, you caught him off guard—he had been mid-sentence when you abruptly pressed him against the wall. He actually stammered for a moment before laughing. “Alright, alright. That was well played.”

When Glorfindel kabedons you:

Oh, you were in trouble.

Glorfindel did not hesitate. The moment he decided to turn the tables, he moved—quick, effortless, and before you knew it, you were against the wall, his body caging you in.

He never did it seriously. It was always playful, always teasing. One arm braced above your head, his other hand catching your chin. “I wonder,” he murmured, “if this is how you feel when you do it to me.”

He made everything ten times worse by smiling through it, utterly delighted by your reaction.

“You look rather lovely when you are trying not to blush.”

If you tried to escape, he would just chuckle and lean in further, trapping you even more effectively. “No, no. I worked hard for this. Let me have my moment.”

The worst part? He would always kiss you after, slow and deep, as if he had won whatever game you were playing.

.𑁍༊˚ Egalmoth

Egalmoth was far too confident for his own good, so when you kabedon’d him, he did not look the least bit intimidated. If anything, his lips quirked in amusement as he tilted his head. “Ah, so this is how we’re playing today?”

He was annoyingly comfortable with it, even bracing one hand over yours as if he were the one trapping you. “How daring. What do you intend to do now?”

The moment you leaned in, he smirked and closed the distance for you, catching your lips before you could even tease him properly.

He was the worst person to try this on because he would never let you win. If you thought you had the upper hand, he would simply turn the tables on you before you even realised it.

You once caught him off guard—truly off guard—while he was reading. He nearly dropped the book, his eyes flicking up to yours with uncharacteristic surprise. That was a victory.

“Is this some new form of strategy?” he mused. “Because if so, I must say, I quite enjoy it.”

If you really wanted to fluster him, you had to get creative. One evening, you cornered him when he had just finished bathing, his hair still damp, his robe loosely tied. That was when he let out a sharp breath and actually hesitated.

When Egalmoth kabedons you:

Oh, he lived for this. You had done it to him once, so naturally, he had to return the favour—dramatically.

It was never just a simple kabedon. No, he had to lean in, let his fingers ghost over your jaw, tilt your chin just so—all while wearing that insufferable smirk.

“Caught you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement.

If you tried to look away, he would chuckle, tilting his head to meet your gaze. “Now, now. You started this game, meleth. Do not falter now.”

He would always steal a kiss at the end of it, just to make sure he walked away victorious.

.𑁍༊˚ Rog

Rog was not easily flustered, but he was a bit too straightforward for these kinds of games. When you kabedon’d him, he just stared at you like you had lost your mind.

“Are you trying to threaten me?” His tone was dubious, but there was an amused spark in his eyes.

You leaned in closer, trying to keep up the act, and that was when you saw his reaction—his hands twitched like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them. His ears went slightly pink.

“You are playing a dangerous game,” he muttered, his voice lower than before.

The moment you actually kissed him, he melted into it before realising what had happened. Then, with a scoff, he pulled you into a proper kiss, one that left you breathless. “Next time, you will have to do better than that.”

You tried it once while he was in the middle of explaining battle formations to his men. The reaction was instant. He just stopped, his mouth slightly open, his soldiers staring.

“I—” He blinked down at you, utterly baffled. “...Now?”

If you ever pinned him properly, using all your strength, he would let you, just to humour you. But the moment you got too smug, he would effortlessly reverse it, his grin sharp. “Nice try.”

When Rog kabedons you:

He was fast. One moment you were standing there, and the next your back was against the wall, his arm braced above you, his other hand resting on his hip.

“So,” he drawled, entirely too amused. “How does it feel to be on the other side?”

He did not tease like the others—he was too confident for that. Instead, he just watched your reaction, his sharp gaze taking in every flicker of emotion.

If you blushed, he smirked. If you tried to act unaffected, he would leanin, just close enough to test your resolve.

“You do this too often,” he murmured. “Perhaps I should start returning the favour more.”

He always kissed you at the end, but his were deep, possessive things, leaving you breathless and very aware of how easily he could overwhelm you.

.𑁍༊˚ Maeglin

Maeglin had spent his whole life controlling his emotions, keeping his expressions carefully neutral. But when you kabedon’d him?

He froze. Not visibly, not obviously—but you saw the sharp intake of breath, the slight tension in his jaw.

“What,” he said slowly, “are you doing?”

His voice was too steady, too controlled. You could feel the way his pulse had quickened slightly beneath that carefully crafted mask.

You leaned in, tilting your head, watching for any sign of weakness. His fingers twitched at his sides, like he wanted to react but refused to.

“This is—” He cut himself off when your breath ghosted over his skin, his grip tightening. He knew he was losing.

The second you kissed him, his entire frame went tense—but then his hands shot up, gripping your waist with sudden force, pulling you in.

“You like doing this to me, don’t you?” His voice was low, almost a growl.

He let you win for exactly five seconds before flipping the situation entirely. Now you were the one caged against the wall, and he was far too close. “Let us see how you like it.”

When Maeglin kabedons you:

He was silent about it. No teasing, no warning. One moment you were standing, and the next you were trapped.

His hand was braced firmly against the wall, his eyes dark as they flicked over your face, taking in every tiny reaction.

He didn’t need words. He just let the tension sit between you, watching as your confidence wavered.

And then slowly he leaned in.

“You do not look so smug now,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You were the one flustered now, and he relished every second of it.

He would wait before kissing you, just to see you squirm, just to make sure you felt the anticipation. And when he did kiss you? It was deep, slow, utterly consuming.

“You thought this would be a game,” he murmured afterwards, his lips brushing your ear. “You should have known better.”

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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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