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[doodle-pops]

Knight AU: Knight! Fingon

A/N: I had this idea sitting around, waiting for me to post it, and ever since I started my Fingon train, it was perfect to indulge and give him more content. It’s definitely not a part of my Modern AU series, but some AU series.

Warnings: 18+ content, fem!reader, SFW and NSFW headcanons

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˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…was never meant to be a knight in the first place, but he actually earned it—covered in muck, bruises, and dried blood, grinning as he saluted the King after single-handedly saving a squadron from trolls.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…first laid eyes on you at a tournament and promptly lost the joust because he was too busy staring at your smile while trying to keep his lance steady. “Well, that’s hardly fair, is it? You ought to be banned from watching next time. I’m no use to anyone with you looking like that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…has zero composure when it comes to guarding you. That man will sit outside your door in full armour, helmet in his lap, sword leaning against the wall, even when there’s no threat. When you ask why he’s there again, he just shrugs and says, “You dream a lot more when I’m near. I hear you talking in your sleep, you know. You say my name sometimes.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…doesn’t bow the way the rest do, not really. He inclines his head, holds your gaze too long, and murmurs, “Your Highness.” in that voice that already feels like he’s breaking the rules. He already calls you my lady in front of others, but my trouble, minx, or gilded menace when it's just the two of you, especially when you're getting in the way of his duties by dragging him away for moonlit strolls in the gardens.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…constantly gets into scuffles because “some twat made a comment about your honour” and he insists “I won’t bloody apologise, he deserved the cracked rib.” Will never, ever allow another man to touch you. A visiting prince once tried to kiss your hand a little too long and Fingon crushed his wine cup with one hand, knuckles white.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…gets jealous as hell but masks it with sarcasm. “Oh, lovely. Another prince with more rings than sense. Did you like the way he talked about his horse for half an hour?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…grumbles about your embroidery lessons but always ends up watching you anyway, leaning on the stone arch with his arms folded, smirking as he mutters, “You’ve stabbed that same corner four times now, love. Trying to kill the fabric?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who… pretends to grumble about how high-maintenance you are but would cleave a man in half for sneering at the way you demand rose petals in your bath and lace on your undergowns. “If you’ve got a problem with her silk, you can take it up with my sword.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…walks two steps behind like protocol says but steps ahead the moment he senses danger, eyes narrowing like some beast. There’s no hesitation in him, not where you’re concerned.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…trained you in secret with a blade, sneaking you out to the cliffside where he taught you to strike, parry, and disarm. You once managed to knock him flat on his ass and he just lay there laughing. “Well. I surrender, my lady. But only if you kiss me better.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…lost his damn mind when an assassin made it past the guards. You were unharmed, but he nearly tore the castle apart looking for the intruder. When he found them, he didn’t ask questions. Just steel, blood, and fire in his eyes. You had to pull him back, trembling as you whispered, “I’m alright.” And he just sank to his knees in front of you, clinging to your skirts, forehead pressed to your stomach.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…once threw a man clean over a table during a feast because he dared touch your hand without permission. You’d never seen him quite that furious before. “You don’t touch what’s not bloody yours,” he’d growled, eyes still fixed on the stunned man even as you tugged on his sleeve.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…lets you braid his hair and put flower crowns on him when you’re bored, pretending to sigh dramatically but secretly loving how soft your fingers are against his scalp. “If you pull that bit again, I’ll have to arrest you for aggression,” he mumbles, eyes closed.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…calls you princess in a hundred different tones—teasing when you’re flustered, soft when you’re sad, reverent when he’s got you naked and moaning underneath him. He also finds every excuse to sneak into your chambers under the guise of ‘night patrol’ but ends up staying by the fireplace while you read aloud from a book he pretends not to like.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…isn’t rough until you ask him to be. And when you do, he takes that command to heart. Shoves you against the wall of your tower chamber, undresses you with a hunger that borders on desperate, murmuring filth in your ear the entire time.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…knows exactly how to make you fall apart beneath him—tongue on your clit until your thighs tremble, his fingers working you open with the same discipline he uses when sharpening his blade. “That’s it, princess, give me that pretty voice of yours,” he rasps, mouth wet from your cunt.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…once fucked you with your tiara still on your head just because he liked how you looked gasping beneath him, still all royal and regal while he was buried inside you. “Still my lady even like this, aren’t you? Gods above…”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…once made you come so hard you nearly sobbed, and all he did was whisper your name over and over like a vow between your legs, fingers curled inside you just right. “You feel like you were made for me, princess…fuck, look at you…”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who… is insanely good with his mouth. He’ll drop to his knees with absolutely no hesitation, peel your shift up your thighs and mutter, “Shhh, let me do this, princess,” before burying his face between your legs and licking like a man dying of thirst. He loves how you grab his hair, thighs trembling, gasping his name over and over again until you cum so hard your voice cracks.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who… likes it when you're on top of him, riding him slowly in the dark, candles flickering, his hands gripping your hips as he pants, “That’s it—fuck, yes, just like that, my lady—ruin me—go on.” And he’ll always wait until you’ve climaxed before chasing his own release.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…always checks your rooms personally before you sleep, even when other guards have done it. “I trust them just fine, but I trust my sword more,” he shrugs, hand resting on his hilt.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…will kiss you like he’s starved if given half the chance—back against the door, or shoved up on the table of the map room when no one’s around, pulling your skirts up with one hand while the other tilts your chin just so. No matter how rushed or chaotic, he’ll find you, pull you into some corner, and say, “If I fall, I want to know I had your taste on my tongue.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…has a laugh that makes your stomach flutter, especially when he’s teasing. “Didn’t know princesses could curse like that. Charming, really.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…wipes blood from his cheek and then walks straight to you in the aftermath of a battle. “Don’t care who’s watching,” he says lowly, gripping your face. “I needed to see you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…once dropped to his knees in full armour to eat you out in the stables. You’d been pacing, stressed over negotiations. He didn’t even let you finish your rant before dragging you into the stall. “Let me take your mind off it,” he’d murmured, tongue already licking into your folds.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…fucks you like a man obsessed after a close call in battle, gripping your thighs so tight you feel the bruises the next day. “You don’t get to die on me, do you hear me? You’re mine. Mine.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…teaches you how to throw a dagger, his arms around you, breath brushing your ear. “Don’t hold it like a butter knife, love. You’re trying to kill, not make a salad.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…once whispered “I’d kill for you, and if they piss me off, I’d burn the world,” against your skin, tongue tracing your collarbone. And you knew, he meant it.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…makes you laugh so hard during your morning rides you nearly fall off your horse. He catches the reins, grinning. “Good gods, you’ve got all the grace of a drunken goat.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…sneaks into your bath and ends up washing your hair with callused fingers, massaging your scalp gently. Then he fucks you in the water, slow and deep, mouth tasting yours between every stroke.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…once brought you flowers he’d picked during patrol and awkwardly handed them over with, “They looked like your lips. Thought you’d like that.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…isn’t above teasing you mercilessly when you’re desperate. “Is that a royal whimper, then? Thought princesses didn’t beg. Say please again for me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…sometimes presses your hand to the hilt of his sword and says, “This is yours, too. Everything I am—yours.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…makes love to you as if it might be the last time, murmuring praises into your mouth, your neck, your cunt. “Look how perfect you are. My lady…gods, I’ll never get enough of you.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…doesn’t like sleeping alone anymore. If you’re not in his bed or he’s not in yours, he’s restless and irritable. “I’m used to your cold feet and your snoring. Come back to bed, love.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…secretly carves your initials into the leather of his vambrace where no one else can see. A little piece of you always with him.

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…growls when you ride ahead during hunts. “You don’t bloody lead a hunt unless you’re ready to fight the prey yourself. Next time I’ll put a leash on you.” (And then he smirks, “…Though you might enjoy that.”)

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…is an absolute menace when you’re on your moon cycle. He dotes on you relentlessly—hot water bags, massages, tea, scented oils—but he’s also deeply, embarrassingly turned on by how soft and needy you get. “You always want me more when you're like this,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your lower belly. “And I love it. I’ll be as gentle as you need, but I’m not leaving you empty tonight.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…loves it when you say ‘please’ in bed. It drives him wild. He’ll hold himself just outside you, tip rubbing against your soaked folds, until you whisper it breathlessly. “That’s it, princess. Good girl. Let me in, yeah?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Knight!Fingon who…would defend you in front of the Valar themselves if he had to, hand on his sword and eyes blazing, even if it meant banishment or worse. He’d do it without blinking. He lives for you—fights for you, bleeds for you, and falls asleep every night with your name on his lips. And when the world goes quiet, and the halls are dark, and his sword is sheathed for the night, it’s you he turns to, over and over, with a heart full of fire and hands made to worship.

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[lovefairymina]

Fingon, could you please braid my hair? Like you do with yours, with gold?? 🥺

A grin broke across his face as he gently gathered your hair, his calloused fingers working with surprising dexterity. “Gold, hm? A fine choice.” His braids were intricate but swift, weaving strands of glittering thread through your hair as if it were second nature. When he finished, he gave one of the plaits a playful tug. “Now you match me—magnificent.”

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

A matter of the utmost urgency

Pairing: Fingon x Fëanor (Pride and Prejudice AU)

Others: Anairë and Fingolfin

Themes: Angst-ish

Warnings: Same as above

Word count: 1.3K words

Summary: Fëanor calls on Fingon to question him about rumours surrounding him and Fëanor’s nephew, Maedhros.

A/n: This Pride and Prejudice! Russingon fic was inspired by this post and this ask. I drew a lot of inspiration from chapter fifty six of the book in order to set the scene, but I hope you all enjoy reading it.

His Lordship entered the study with an air that was more than usually ungracious and greeted Fingon’s warm welcome with a curt tilt of the head. Lord Fëanor sat down without even being invited and declared, “The rest of your family, I suppose.”

The others, though amazed, were still flattered by having such an important guest and received him with the utmost politeness and civility.

“Yes, my lord,” Lady Anairë replied. “My daughter is lately married, and my second son is about the grounds, walking with a young lady who has accepted his proposal and will be a part of our family by Michaelmas.”

A brief silence followed. Lord Fëanor turned to Fingon and said, very stiffly, “You have a small garden here.”

“Indeed, sir, it is nothing compared to the gardens of Formenos, but we are pleased with it all the same.”

“Would you like some tea, my lord?” Lord Fingolfin offers, hesitates. He considers the time. “Or something a little stronger, perhaps?”

“Certainly not.” Lord Fëanor rises with a start. The rest stands up with him. “I wish to speak to Lord Fingon alone. It is a matter of the utmost urgency.”

“I see.” Lord Fingolfin looks to his oldest, then the others, utterly bewildered. “Perhaps, my son, you could take his Lordship on a turn about the gardens and show him the different walks. It is still quite fine out.”

Fingon obeyed, and attended his guest outside. Lord Fëanor’s carriage stood by the door, elaborately carved and gilded, and crusted with jewels. Some had gone on to whisper that Lord Fëanor crafted it all himself. Fingon did not doubt them.

They continued in silence along a gravel path that led to a little maze. Fingon was determined to make no effort to start a conversation with a man who proved to be even more insolent and disagreeable than before.

As soon as they entered a path lined with plump yew shrubs, Lord Fëanor said, “You can be at no loss, Lord Fingon, as to why I am here.”

“Indeed, you are mistaken, my lord,” Fingon demurred mildly. “I cannot account for the reason for such an honor.”

“Lord Fingon,” Lord Fëanor countered in an angry tone. “I must warn you, I am not to be trifled with. However dishonest you choose to be, I shall not be so. A report of the most alarming nature reached my ears three days ago that not only has your brother secured for himself a most advantageous marriage, but you, Lord Fingon, intend to be united with my nephew, Lord Maedhros. Naturally, I did not wish to disturb him with news of such a scandalous falsehood, so I resolved to journey here and make my sentiments known to you.”

Fingon stared in amazement. “If you believe such a report to be a falsehood, then why did your lordship trouble yourself by traveling this far?”

“To hear it contradicted by your own lips.”

“Surely your lordship understands that by coming here to see me and my kin,” Fingon replied coolly, “you will only give great credence to such a report, if indeed it ever existed.”

“If?” Lord Fëanor replied, coloring with great disdain. “Do you claim to be ignorant of it then?”

“I have never even heard of such a thing,” Fingon returned truthfully.

“Then Lord Maedhros has made no offer of marriage to you?”

“Your lordship has declared it to be a scandalous falsehood.”

“It ought to be so; it must be so, but do not take me for a fool, Lord Fingon. I know those like you and your upstart pretensions. With any art, with any allurement, you may still attempt draw him in and make him forget his duty toward his family.”    

Fingon flushed in anger, and said, “If I have indeed attempted to draw him in, I would be the last person to admit to such an act.” 

“Foolish, selfish boy!” Lord Fëanor stammered in disbelief. “Let me make myself plain. This engagement that you desire for yourself can never take place. My nephew has already been promised to another. Now what do you have to say?”

“Only this,” Fingon said. “If your nephew is indeed promised to another, your lordship need not worry about him making such an offer to me.”  

Lord Fëanor went silent for a moment, somewhat appeased.

“This engagement is of a most peculiar kind,” he began anew, "and has been planned since Maedhros’ infancy. It was the sincerest wish of the lady’s family, as well as his. And now, just as all of our wishes are to be accomplished to their fullest, just as we await news of a true and lasting attachment, are they to be prevented by a young lord of inferior birth? Have you no regard for the wishes of his kin? Have you no sense of propriety? Have you not heard, from my own lips, the tacit nature of his engagement?”

“Indeed, my lord, but what is all of that to me?” replied Fingon. “You and the lady’s father may have wished for such a marriage, but the completion of such a dream was wholly dependent on the actions of others. If Lord Maedhros is neither by honor nor by oath bound to the lady, what stops him from making another choice? And if I am indeed his choice, why should I stop myself from accepting him?”

“Why?” Lord Fëanor cried with energy. “Because of honor and decorum forbid it, that is why. His family and those connected to him will not welcome you, nor shall we even mention your name. Such an alliance will be a disgrace to us all."

“These are grave hardships indeed.” Fingon found himself growing angrier by the moment. Yet, with the utmost composure, he added, “But they would be short-lived, I am sure. Any spouse of Lord Maedhros will have so much happiness, on the whole, to fill them that they will find no cause to repine.”

“Headstrong, unfeeling boy!" Lord Fëanor raged, "Tell me once again, are you engaged to my nephew?”

As much as Fingon was not obliged to reply, he said thus: “I am not.”

Lord Fëanor, relieved, went on to ask, “And will you swear to never enter into such an engagement should my nephew make you an offer of marriage?”

"I shall not and will never agree to such a request," Fingon replied with resolve.

Lord Fëanor purpled. "I have heard enough, Lord Fingon. Now, hear me in silence. Do you think I am ignorant of your lack of fortune?" He accused. "Or that I am ignorant of the scandalous particulars of your sister's infamous elopement and the hasty marriage that was only achieved at the expense of your uncle? Is such a girl to call herself my nephew's sister? And her husband, a lowly soldier no less. Is he to call himself my nephew's brother? Heaven and earth, are the shades of Tirion to be thus polluted?"

"You have, my lord, insulted me and mine in every possible way," Fingon retorted angrily. "And now must have nothing further to say. I insist upon returning to the house."

Lord Fëanor was still furious. "And this is your resolution, then? Very well. I know what must be done. Do not think me so easily defeated, Lord Fingon."

He continued to speak thusly, and Fingon made no further attempt to answer. When they reached the carriage, Lord Fëanor stopped by the door and said, "I had hoped to find you amenable to reason, Lord Fingon, and I am most disappointed to see that you are not. I shall not take my leave of you, nor shall I leave you and your kin my compliments. You are unworthy of such attention."

Fingon did not reply. He quietly walked into the house and went straight to his own chambers, ignorant of the curious looks of his family.

[navyinks]

"dear cousin, let us talk"

the morning after.

yucky close ups:

[swordhound]

the eldest sibling trio in the totk dragon sets! :~)

[lscullzthegreat]

Findëkano *newly Fingon*: Look I"m just saying it would be really funny

Maglor *previously Kanafinwë*: OH FINNO FUCK OFF I"M NOT MAKING MY SINDAR NAME FUCKING GONFIN

[a-contemplation-upon-flowers]

The nation’s best boy!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I’ll fall in love with him all over again ☺️☺️

Fingon SFW Alphabet

A/N: i've been fretting over this for some time, so glad it's finally done. i love him sm and yet it's weirdly hard to put that love into words sometimes :/

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

His love languages are physical touch and quality time. Absolutely no problem with PDA, though he tones it down in more formal settings. Not afraid to show affection in front of his friends/family and at least always has an arm around you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

This man has no trouble starting conversations and he’s probably one of those people who know at least one person wherever they go. He‘s an incredibly supportive best friend and always has your back. Likes to give unsolicited advice but not with bad intentions.

The kind of extrovert who has unintentionally adopted dozens of introverts. He just makes it easy to get comfortable, even if you’re not a big talker.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You know he loves cuddles and will never turn them down. It‘s one of his favourite ways to unwind after a stressful day – just trap you in his arms and turn his head off.

Normally prefers to be the big spoon, but when he’s feeling down, he will sometimes ask you to switch places.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Definitely wants to settle down eventually but isn’t in a rush to do so. As long as you regularly spend time together, he can wait until you’re ready. 10/10 cook, probably better at it than you.

You might have to occasionally kick his ass when it comes to tidying things up, but he won‘t make a fuss about it.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Would try to be as empathetic as possible about it. He would prefer it if the two of you could still stay on good terms afterwards, completely cutting off ties would be his absolute last resort.

Even if you somehow came to resent him (good luck with that), he’s almost chronically unable of bearing long-term grudges.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Oh, he would love to get married one day, but just like with settling down, he isn’t necessarily in a rush. Since he’s very expressive with his feelings, he’d love a big, fancy celebration. He wants everyone to see how much the two of you love each other and how lucky he is to have you.

Will definitely cry at some point during the ceremony.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He can be incredibly gentle and tender when he wants to and has no problems with being open about his feelings for you. You’ll never be left wondering how he feels about you. Whether you need a kiss, a hug or simply some warm words – he’s got you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He lives for hugs. Might be a bit clingy at times but you can never stay annoyed for too long at his enthusiasm. His hugs are always strong and comforting, his aim to make you feel safe and protected with him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

There’s a high chance he’ll be the first one to say it. He’s not one to overthink his feelings and one day he‘ll just have this sudden epiphany about how much you truly mean to him and how he can’t imagine his life without you anymore. From there on, it’s only a matter of waiting for the right moment with just the two of you to spill the beans.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

It would take a lot to make him seriously jealous and so far, you haven’t seen that side of him. Most of his jealousy is playful and exaggerated and clearly meant as a joke – deep down, he has unconditional trust in you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He gives a lot of playful kisses, probably preceded by a corny joke or compliment. Overall, pretty sweet kisser. Other than your lips, he likes to randomly pull you in to give you a quick kiss to the temples or forehead.

Adores when the two of you are cuddling and you pepper little kisses all along his throat and jaw.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Due to his open and cheerful nature, children flock to him, and he will gladly entertain them for hours, singing silly children’s songs with them or telling them stories he came up with on the spot.

10/10 big brother, older cousin or father.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Annoyingly cheerful in the morning, even during busy/stressful times. You’ve whacked him across the head with a pillow in annoyance on more than one occasion.

How can he be this chipper when he got less sleep than you? Only Eru knows.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He always tries to go to sleep at the same time as you (unless he’s horrendously busy) so the two of you can cosy up under the blankets and chat a little/get caught up before nodding off.

The first time you ever saw him without his golden braids was when you slept over at his house for the first time. He had made a little show out of loosening his hair, as if you were suddenly seeing a vulnerable new side of him and it’s still something the two of you occasionally joke about.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s an open book and has no trouble revealing things about himself, no matter how personal/intimate. Seriously. If you ask, you better be prepared for a detailed answer. Don’t say he didn’t warn you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s not necessarily easily angered, but he can be very rash and prone to act first and think later. Sometimes you need to be his voice of reason and reign him in a little.

Q = 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’s got everything you’ve ever told him memorised. Whenever you mention something new, he immediately files it away in a secure location within his mind. While his memory is naturally sharp due to being an Elf, he still likes to brag about how well he knows you, sometimes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The day you confessed your feelings to each other is one of his most cherished memories. Looking back on it now with the knowledge of what that nerve-wracking yet wonderful moment led to, is enough to make him sentimental.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He secretly really likes playing knight in shining armour, but he knows that it’s often not warranted. You’re your own person and he will usually trust your judgement when it comes to how comfortable/safe you feel in others’ presences.

Not just willing to protect you from others but also from yourself. He’s the master of peptalks and will not stand for you talking negatively about yourself. Not on his watch, forget it.

You don’t ever need to protect him physically, he’s more than capable of that himself. He will, however, not hesitate to lean on you for emotional support. You don’t need to be good at it, for him it’s mostly the thought that counts – feeling like he can be vulnerable with you is enough.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts as much effort as possible into everything that concerns you. You’re the most important person in his life and he wants you to feel it every day.

He expects the same effort in return, please don’t disappoint him.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He can be overly talkative and not realise when he‘s taken over the entire conversation.

Might get a bit annoyed at you if you take too much time to think things over – sometimes forgets that not everyone’s as spontaneous as he is.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He takes great pride in the way he braids his hair and is very meticulous about it. You’re the only other person he trusts to do it right and teaching you how to do his preferred styles has been an unexpectedly strong bonding experience.

As for clothes, he certainly makes an effort to always look his best, but he prefers when the main thing that stands out about his appearance is his hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

While he can appear kind of clingy at times, he isn’t irrational about it or has abandonment issues. It’s mostly just him pretending to be overdramatic in hopes of getting a laugh out of you. He has more than enough confidence in himself, no need to worry about him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

As mentioned above, he excels at cooking. Even if you’re not good at it, he will still gladly do it together with you and is always happy to teach you some things.

One of your first dates was probably him inviting you over to cook your favourite meal together and have an intimate dinner.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like mean-spirited jokes at the expense of others, all of his bickering and bantering is done good-naturedly.

In the same vein, he has zero tolerance for bullies of any kind and will shut that shit down as soon as he gets wind of it.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He’s a very light sleeper, much to his dismay, and quite prone to restless sleep as soon as he gets a little stressed. He never means to hog the blanket, but he’s very active in his sleep which kind of makes it wander around the bed, so you might end up unlucky at times.

[psstwantsomecheese]

Theory that Fingon was supposed to survive the Nirnaeth Arnoediad

So we know that during confrontations Morgoth's army has this tendency to capture at least 1 prisoner usually the one deemed most valuable and leave the rest to die. We've seen it with Maedhros during the fake parley, Gwindor during his storm on the gates in Angband, Hurin, Turin with his outlaws etc. etc. Hell it would've happened to Finrod too if he didn't go and sacrifice himself first.

When they take prisoners usually it's for some fell purpose like inflicting some sick method of torture or manipulating them into betraying their allies. Capturing the High King and walking propaganda for hope would be like winning the lottery for Melkor who's very into demoralizing his enemies.

And with Fingon's last battle reporting him to be standing alone among his dead guard Gothmog was probably supposed to take him alive too. Maybe he would have if some balrog didn't ambush him. So Anggang had to go with plan B and desecrate his corpse instead, not as good as torturing him until he's a shell of his former self but still a huge blow to Noldor morale. I can't tell if it would have been better or worse if Fingon survived or not.

[ilaneya]

hey friends, happy pride month and beginning of the summer ✨🤲

update! to celebrate pride and my upcoming birthday i’ll have a 30% discount for my commissions till the end of june!

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

But speaking of Tolkien's discarded ideas, the one where Celegorm and Curufin are friends with Finarfin's (then Finrod's) sons and smuggle them on the swan ships is wild.

Fëanor and his folk seized all the ships and sailed east across the sea, and they took none of the other companies save Orodreth, Angrod, and Egnor (Aegnor), whom Celegorm and Curufin loved.

First of all, I love how it sounds - whom Celegorm and Curufin loved - very touching and humanizing.

Imagine being Fingon, though, the same Fingon who's close in friendship with Angrod and Aegnor and Maedhros (or used to be at least). Imagine waking up and realizing that your closest friends have abandoned you without a word. Imagine realizing or finding out that Maedhros's asshole brothers loved their friends enough to take them with them, but neither Maedhros nor Angrod and Aegnor bothered with you.

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

Yes it’s weird that Fingon got all the way up Thangorodrim AND sung a song (loud enough to reach Maedhros) without being discovered, but consider: they hung Maedhros at the ass’ end of the mountain, so high and freezing that no guards want to (or sustainably can) watch there, with the mindset that ‘we’ll check on him every few weeks, he can’t get far’

And then

[doodle-pops]

All Your Little Things (That Drives Knight!Fingon Crazy)

A/N: At long last, the fluff I promised after that heart-aching angst.

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10 𝐓𝐡���𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞/𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐦:

1. You frequently slip away from your guards without telling anyone, riding off alone on horseback across the fields in full royal garb, unarmoured and entirely unbothered. Every time he finds you again—usually muddy and smug—he looks like he might burst a blood vessel. “Do you try to get yourself killed, or are you just daft?”

2. You absolutely refuse to use the side saddle, no matter the occasion. During formal processions you ride astride like a soldier, skirts hiked to your thighs, scandalising half the court and making Fingon grind his teeth into powder behind you.

3. You mock the ceremonial bowing and curtsying rituals—especially when Fingon does them. The one time he bent knee before you at a ball, you tapped his helmet like a drum and asked, “Can you hear me knocking?” He refused to speak to you for two days.

4. You have a tendency to ‘borrow’ his weapons for reasons both frivolous and infuriating. Once you took his favourite sword to use as a makeshift paperweight. Another time, you repurposed his dagger to cut cheese. He was appalled. “That blade has tasted dragonfire and your Camembert has ruined it.”

5. You challenge him to duels in public spaces, loudly and without warning, just to see the expression on his face. Whether it’s a wooden spoon or an actual blade, you’ve no shame and he’s so tired. “We are in the middle of a diplomatic feast, Your Grace—put the ladle down.”

6. You flirt outrageously with other knights in front of him, particularly the youngest squires, just to rile him up. It always works. His jaw clenches so hard you can hear it, and later you’ll find him hacking at training dummies like they insulted his honour.

7. You give him pet names in front of the court that no knight should ever have. “My brave little buttercup” nearly made him choke on his wine. “Moon-thighs” had him storming from the hall. “Sword-boy” made his cousin laugh so hard he snorted.

8. You leave your embroidery or court duties half-finished to go climb roofs, trees, or anything high and ridiculous. He once found you dangling your feet off the ramparts and nearly dropped his helm when you cheerily waved.

9. You don’t cower during battles or danger. You face threats with a mad sort of calm, teeth bared and eyes blazing, and he hates that he both admires and despairs of your lack of self-preservation.

“Next time you run when I say run.” “What if I’m feeling brave?” “Then I’ll carry you and tie you to a bloody tree.”

10. You once kissed him mid-battle, just to throw him off his rhythm. He fumbled his sword and had to pretend it was a tactical flourish while you laughed into his armour. “You—you absolute menace, that was not a proper time for affection!” he shouted, red in the face and bleeding from the ear.

10 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭/𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭:

1. You always polish his armour by hand before every battle, even though he has squires for that. You sit cross-legged on the floor, sleeves rolled up, humming under your breath as you work. He never disturbs you. Just watches in silence, thinking, I would die for you a thousand times over.

2. When he’s injured, you fuss over him like an old nursemaid, scolding him in whispers and bandaging him with trembling hands. “Idiot,” you murmur, but your fingers linger just a second too long. He pretends not to notice the way you kiss the edge of a bruise when you think he’s asleep.

3. You sneak him pastries from the royal kitchens—his favourite honeyed tarts that are technically forbidden to knights during drills. You press them into his hand with a wink and vanish. He eats them behind the stables like a guilty schoolboy.

4. You braid his hair before tourneys, your fingers working deftly while you murmur quiet encouragements. “Win this one, and I might let you kiss me somewhere scandalous.” He always fights twice as hard those days.

5. You dance with him when no one’s looking, in hallways and gardens, barefoot on marble floors or in the mud. Once, you whispered, “No music needed. I can hear it in your heartbeat.” He nearly tripped over his own boots.

6. You defend him publicly when other nobles sneer at his lack of courtly manners. “He’s the best man you’ll ever meet, and twice the warrior,” you once said, before challenging the duke to a duel over it. Fingon had never looked prouder. Or more terrified.

7. You write him letters during long campaigns, but never sign them with your name—only a tiny sketch of a sword and a crown in the corner. He keeps every single one in a secret box, even the ones that just say, “Don’t get killed. I’ll be pissed.”

8. You once fought off a wild boar with nothing but a branch because you didn’t want Fingon to be late for a royal inspection. He arrived to find you bloodied, triumphant, and completely unconcerned by the carcass beside you.

“I don’t know whether to kiss you or drag you to the healer first.” “I vote kiss. Always kiss.”

9. You always know when he needs silence. You just sit beside him, no words, no questions, your presence a quiet balm against the storms in his head. He once told you, softly, “You’re the only calm I’ve ever known.”

10. And when he’s had a hard day—when blood coats his hands and the weight of duty presses heavy on his shoulders—you never speak of titles or thrones. You just take his hand, hold it tight, and whisper, “Come home, Fingon. Just come home.” And he does. Every time. For you.

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[lovefairymina]

Fingon, would you teach me how to shoot a bow? What? No I‘m not asking for an excuse for close physical contact (though I wouldn‘t say no to a more hands-on demonstration), you‘re the one with the crush, shut up!

Chuckling with a mischievous glint in his eye—clearly enjoying the playful banter. “Alright, I’ll teach you,” he said, handing you a bow. “But if you’re looking for excuses to get close, I might just take you up on that offer.”

[peasant-player]

Gil-galad the last Elven High King

And a close up

"Gil-galad was an Elven king

Of him the harper sadly sing

The last whose realm was fair and free

Between the Mountains and the Sea."

- from" The Fall of Gil-galad

Here is the line art of my next Elven Lord in Armor.

Here is the link to Elrond of that serie!

I wanted to give Gil- galad the look of a tragic hero. He is the last of a long ruling line and he is a pillar for the Elven in the second age.

And I wanted to make him look as nice as possible. Like a good boy.

I also made him look very youthful for a better effect I imagine that he is painted like that:

" a youthful hero who defeated sauron."

I know sauron wasn't really defeated and gil-galad didn't do it alone.

For colors I'm conflicted I would love a golden-autumn theme for him but he is not described like that. More for maedhros then

Soo I'm trying to go for a white-gold look with maybe burnt orange here and there.

Sneaking in the autumn.

As for Hair color. I really love brunett Gil-galad. It fits my image of him the most.

And his weapon Aeglos

I don't think I did this spear justice but I try to go for a brilliant white silver blade to white gold at the end.

I love the description from the game: "Shadow of war"

Gil-galad wields a well made Spear

The orcs will fear my point of Ice

When he sees me in Fear of Death

He will know my Name

Aeglos

Well hope you guys like my Gil-galad ❤️

[papita474]

Have you ever thought that in another universe,if Fingon wouldnt have died,but instead he would have been captured by morgoth's forces,Mae would have been totally insane,like his besfriend(boyfriend for shippers) was in the same pain he was rescue from once,he would have gone crazy and done such unspeakable things....

[sakasakiii]

the idea of the peredhel twins having heightened senses due to their maia blood is one of the concepts ive seen floating around that i really like, so here's my take on it combined with the feanorians (+ fingon) lingering about as houseless spirits that i explored some time ago in an old inktober post 😌

houseless spirits see all, but they can't interact with the world around them so i suppose that makes for quite a static existence...but compared to an oathbound eternity in Mandos (sans Fingon??), i like to imagine they'll stay a little longer to watch over those left behind, just to make sure they're doing alright 👍🏻

some more lighthearted bonuses cuz why not: