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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.

[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, you can find all information here!

[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

[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 ❤️

[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:

[doodle-pops]

Fingon NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I was beginning to wonder when I was going to post this, and IF I was ever going to, lol. Enjoy this long overdue headcanon!

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A = Aftercare

Fingon becomes very quiet after he’s spent all his energy on a vigorous activity. Pulling you into his embrace, he’ll hold you closely and stroke your hair, rub your back and if any part of your body is hurting, he’ll give it a massage. He also makes sure to clean you up. What happens after sex is mostly up to you; from there, he’ll know what actions to portray. Should you wish to lie in bed and not go anywhere, he’s down for that. If you want to get something to eat, he’ll either request something from the kitchen or waltz in himself and get something made. But mostly, he prefers to have a warm bath after you both have become sweaty. He’ll spend his time cleaning you up and whispering words of affection into your ear. His voice becomes a lot softer and vulnerable.

B = Body part

He loves everything about himself, but what stuck out the most to him was his chest, back and shoulders from your first time together. He remembers how your lips were constantly attached to his skin, nipping and biting to leave your own marks. He loves how your nails would dig into his back or shoulders whenever the pleasure was too much or whenever he teased you and you grew desperate. As one of the well-built and strong members among his cousins, his strength is his favourite feature about him, so wherever most of his muscles lie, those parts are his favourite.

On you, he adores your neck and chest. Whenever he’s in the particular mood and he feels a bit jealous or possessive, his mouth is constantly attached, leaving a trail of hickeys etched into your skin. Furthermore, he is a famed lover of your ass. Has caught himself staring at it numerous times, shamelessly and biting his lips at the thoughts of having it in his hands. Groping, biting, spanking, pinching you ass are just some of the things he loves to do it when the moment arises. Famed lover of anal and has persuaded you to commit to the act proving that it was just as pleasureful as regular sex.

C = Cum

Not someone who likes to make a mess since he’s pristine when it comes to his appearance, he takes the same steps when releasing. Like most of the elves, he loves releasing inside you and feeling your walls tightening around him as he does so. Most of the time, he prefers to stay buried inside you after sex, not liking the thought of pulling out so much. But when he does pull out, he gets lost in watching the way his cum would spill past your hole. This urges him to scoop it up and finger you, pushing his cum back in. He just loves to see the aftermath of his hard work. When it comes to you, every and any way—once it’s okay and safe—he can make you cum, he’s doing it. Even if he has to hold you down and overstimulate you, mostly he loves making you squirt.

D = Dirty secret

Not that much of a big risk-taker, but whenever he’s jealous or feeling possessive, this is where the game changes and an entirely different side to Fingon shows up. Exhibitionism is slowly becoming a kink of his that he fancies. Whenever someone flirts with you, knowing that they’re looking on, he’ll take you to an area where he’s aware they’ll be passing or staying close by. Expect to be taken roughly because he wants you to make as much noise as possible for them to get the message.

E = Experience

When constantly surrounded by his rambunctious and lawfully chaotic family, they spew all sorts of pointers to each other about the best technique and strategy. So, when the time comes for you and Fingon to have sex, he has a few tricks up his sleeves because of them, though it doesn’t prevent him from getting a bit nervous at times. Afraid of messing up because he’s only heard how it’s done and not seen it performed. But Fingon is a very adventurous and brave person, so he does everything with the determination to master it.

F = Favourite position

The basic position, missionary, that he tends to stick to when he’s feeling sentimental and soft. He prefers you facing him; that way, he’s able to observe each and every facial expression of discomfort or pleasure. A huge lover of eye contact, it gets him off at a faster rate and loves to tease or punish you with it. In missionary, he’s also able to contort your legs to any form of his liking and mostly rests them in the crook of his elbows to spread you apart wider and cover your body with his.

A big lover of doggystyle because he is an avid lover of your ass and spanking, thus he wants to be in a position that allows his hands to be all over your ass to his liking. He wants to watch it move under every thrust and slap that he delivers.

Being an elf of great strength, Fingon has no problem showing off his muscles by lifting you in his arms for his taking. There are times he’d brace you against a wall or door, but when the Finwean urge to display his phenomenal strength spurs, he’ll hold you in his arms, legs in the crook of his elbows, and take you right there. It gives him the perfect opportunity to give you all those powerful thrusts that you usually run from, or whenever you were talking back to him. He turns to it when he’s feeling sneaky or just plain ole devilish.

G = Goofy

It all depends on the moment and the reason behind it. If the reason is behind why you’re being fucked so good and you can’t think or comprehend anything properly because he’s jealous or possessive, then no, he doesn’t want you laughing. That just sends him into an unbridled urge to take you rougher because you aren’t taking him seriously—it also makes him more insecure. If it’s a softer session where praises and compliments are being whispered into your ear, kisses littering your face, gentle touches and passionate sex, then a laugh in between is allowed. The moment can call for it because you’re both in love and the air is lighter and airy, so a nice laugh here and there isn’t bad in his eyes. It’s more excusable if it’s a time during your youth and when things aren’t stressed.

H = Hair

We all know Tolkien elves got no body hair, but if we were to speak—he’s named for his hair and is someone who cares greatly for his appearance, so if there was hair, it would be well tamed and kept low. But luckily, elves don’t grow bodily hair—lucky bastards.

I = Intimacy

A sucker for eye contact and hates when you break it. This moment tends to call for missionary or spooning sex or riding him so he can hold your face in his larger hands and force you to maintain eye contact. He once threatened to stop should you look away—he’s that serious about the eye contact. When he’s in his feeling and the emotionally vulnerable side of him shows, he wants to have absolute skin-on-skin contact. He’ll lower his body so it rests atop yours, thus you can’t run away, and have his lips attached to yours or your neck. Lots of whispering and praises coming from both parties—he deserves to have some soft sessions after all that he’s been through.

J = Jack off

In his youthful days back in Valinor, his sex drive was extremely high, so whenever he spent time with you during your courting days, he’d return home to relieve himself using all the moments he captured about you during the day. From your smile to the way your eyes would close, you would hum, the calls of his name or moaning because the food you ate was delicious. He uses the images to help him get off. As time went on, he learned to reduce the rate at which he’d get off. No longer fast and jerky touches, but slow and sensual drags of his palm, imagining that it was your hands or mouth. It wouldn’t be until your marriage or having sex, his urge to jerk off would reduce, and he would prefer to wait for you (to do it for him instead).

K = Kink

Fingon loves to role-play with you, and it is a mixture of both dom and sub roles. He doesn’t have a problem with you wanting him to sub—he’ll gladly oblige because, at the end of the day, he’s being pleasured as well as you. Just don’t turn it around to punish him because he would break any restraint to get back at you, or he’d let you continue and make a mental note for payback. During his time of leaderships, he’s begged you to be a little adventurous by riding him on the throne. It gets his blood pumping to know how much you’re willing to pleasure your King as you’re a servant. King/servant, master/servant, teacher/student, you name it, Fingon is eager to try the roles.

A huge lover of marking your skin via spanking, biting and leaving hickeys, whether it’s playful spanking or punishment or just during sex, Fingon adores leaving his handprints all over your ass. The patterns that decorate your skin show proof of him being there, and his markings spur him on for another round. Finweans and their possessiveness to mark their lovers.

Enjoys overstimulating you and watching how easily he ruins you when you’re able to take all that he’s giving. He has no problem holding you down and giving you all of him, then laughing at how you’ll squirm when it becomes too much, especially after you were the one begging for more. Just seeing how ruined you are because of him, makes his chest swell with pride.

L = Location

Once he’s not feeling possessive which typically leads to exhibitionism, then it’s behind closed doors. He doesn’t have any problem with whether it’s not yours or his room, as long as it’s behind locked doors. But, he does have some favourite locations that involve locked doors, and that’s the study, the library, the private indoor pools and accidentally his father’s study—like I said, the doors are locked. If both of you are far away from a trail while hiking, then you can convince Fingon to be adventurous. Waterfall, a hot spring, or just camping under the stars—yes.

M = Motivation

If you are living a domestic life, then he gets turned on by seeing you do the household chores. Just being in your mental frame of mind of peace and comfort causes his brain to rewire and go into husband mode. Since he’s pictured as an ass person, he loves to see you wear pants or anything that’s tight and shows off your exquisite physique. His eyes are glued to your ass, watching the way the material stretched and contorts around your round bottom—makes him itch to reach out to grab it.

During Fingon’s reign as Crown Prince and High King, you were able to notice his love for being called by his official titles. When you ran your hands across his chest or through his hair and called him “My King/Prince,” it used to get you into trouble. But aside from all the roughness, whenever you praise him for how much you love and appreciate him in your life—how amazing of a husband and caretaker he is, not just to his people but to you, it gets him in an intimate sentimental mood.

N = No

No form of pain or blood play. Nothing that would inflict hurt or embarrassment upon you, which means no watersport, scat, blood and knife play, heavy BSDM and degradation.

O = Oral

Fingon prefers to give more than receive since he cares about others’ well-being. Knowing that oral sex provides numerous amounts of pleasures, he is always willing to bend the knee and have his face between your legs. He may be a bit shaky and nervous in the beginning because he isn’t sure about how you wish to be pleasured, but give him a chance and instruction, and he will excel. Nothing makes him more pleased than seeing you ruined by him. Fingon would either hold your legs apart or press them into your chest or let them squeeze the life out of him as his face is buried between your legs.

However, he would not deny the opportunity to be pleasured in return. He prefers to sit on the edge of the bed or remain standing—that way, he gets to guide your head. Though, the first time you sucked him off, he wasn’t sure if you would be alright with his hand in your hair, guiding your head. When he gets the hang of it, he would begin to take control and move your head along his length or thrust into your mouth—he does a bit rough with his movements when the pleasure of your mouth hits. His pleasure is always followed by words of encouragement about how good your mouth is and how you’re making him feel.

P = Pace

His pace all depends on the motivation. Is he jealous, possessive, romantic and passionate? Is he attempting to prove a point? Is he stressed? Most of the time, when he wants to express his love and appreciation for you, the pace is slow and sensual. Deep, long thrusts that make your toes curl and feel every inch of what he has to offer. The love that emanates from his soul as he pours everything into making love is felt wholly.

When he’s the opposite and it’s stress or he’s riled up for not a good reason or your teasing, kiss your legs and voice goodbye. His thrusts are teasing and punishing just like the session. He switches up his pace mid-way to get you shrieking and begging for more or to slow down. That’s right where he wants you, a mess. Whenever his pace increases, he’ll alter your legs in the craziest of positions to reach you deeper.

Q = Quickie

Fingon is up for quickies, especially during the times when he’s swamped under tons of meetings and critically stressed, which requires an output. He’ll drag you off to an empty room in the abandoned wing of the palace and waste no time in bending you over. As much as he uses it as a stress outlet, he hates to have quickies since he’s limited to all the foreplay and romantic aspect that he prefers to demonstrate. Though when you two were newlyweds, it wasn’t a problem since you two were exploring your interests and you couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

R = Risk

The only risk he takes is exhibitionism, which is his dirty secret. Anything other than that must be brought to the table way before you both engage in anything sexual. He doesn’t fancy when you bring them up in the middle of sex, it throws off his focus. He needs his mind to be made up and adjust to the crazy request that you threw at him a few days ago. Once it doesn’t involve pain and blood or heavy BDSM, he’ll experiment with you to see what you like so much about them, though not everything he agrees on.

S = Stamina

As an active member of the family who fought war and is a warrior, he has stamina—I mean, he fought a Balrog and died, whatever—but aside from that, he can go for a good few rounds. But whether he goes another depends on you; he lets you make the decision. Fingon can go for long periods since he stretches them out to majorly ensure ultimate pleasure is reached. A round is roughly twenty minutes, and he can go for three in one night. Not back to back though, his refractory period isn’t a great as others in his family. Should you both not see each other or haven’t had sex for months, then you can spend hours rolling around the sheets.

T = Toys

A bit sceptical about the usage of toys (should Middle Earth ever have) since he wants all your pleasure to come solely from him, but he soon understands how they can enhance and heighten your pleasure. He mostly uses toys during foreplay to help your body relax and become aroused for his taking. The most he’ll use are dildos, restraints and blindfolds. The blindfold and restraints come into play for teasing sessions when either of you chooses to take the lead.

U = Unfair

A phenomenal teaser and becomes overly delighted when he can tease you. His favourite form of teasing is to finger you under the table during meetings or at the dinner table where his cousins are present. He waits until you are fully engaged in conversations to strike, only to watch as you struggle to breathe and think of the right words to say because at any moment, you could moan. During festivals or balls, he’ll stand awfully close by and whisper just pure filth in your ear and grin like the demon is his at your attempts of controlling yourself. Sometimes, he would pull you into an empty hallway and finger you until you’re approaching your high and then pull away, leaving you a whining, begging mess for the entire day.

V = Volume

A groaner and moaner, but not overly loud and doesn’t need the entire world to know that you make him feel good. His sounds are only for your ear and for those particular bystanders during his exhibitionism. Only they can hear how good you make him feel, and it’s all for the sake of jealousy. When he moans, he loves to do so in your ear to watch as you shiver from his deep voice. Aside from moaning, he’ll use the opportunity to dirty talk should the moment call for it. Praising you about how desperate you are for him, yet taking him so well. A+ in that area.

W = Wild card

The most adventurous he had ever been with your sex life was back in Valinor during your courtship. He took you on a trip to the Gardens of Yavanna to give you a tour through her field since you’ve never been there. While touring, one of her plants she was experimenting on—sex pollen—struck Fingon, and it dusted slightly on you, which led to you both rolling around in the gardens. It was funny for both of you because Yavanna came across you both just as the pollen was wearing off, since one of her Maiar alerted her of activity. You got a gentle scolding, but it was a moment you both never forgot.

X = X-ray

Not the biggest like some of his cousins, but not the smallest either. He’s the son of Fingolfin, for crying out loud, he’s packing something. His length is just above average, but what he stands out in is his girth, which is rather impressive and makes you shrink a bit upon first sight. His cock becomes darker than the rest of his body and the tip gets red. There’s a curve to the head of his cock which allows for him to hit that one spot right of the bat. He has one vein that runs along his cock, but it doesn’t pack great weight like others. It still requires him to stretch you open before taking because it’s quite a fit.

Y = Yearning

High in the beginning during his youthful days in Valinor, which caused him to constantly jerk off the few times you two were together. When you both got married, you would have sex many times a week during your honeymoon phase. It would sometimes lead him to drag you off in the middle of parties and events to find some quiet place for quickies. As your marriage progressed, the urge to have sex decreased as war was raging around. During the times of peace, he would be highly inclined to sleep with you, but as war approached, it’s on the back burner. As the years went on, his drive would lessen since you two were living in bliss and there wasn’t any need for him to be constantly hovering.

Z = Zzz

Does not sleep right after knowing that he has you to take care of. When he’s finished with your needs, he’ll hold you close, nuzzle into your embrace and watch as you snooze off. Sometimes, a little pillow talk is done to assist with sleep should he desire it, but if it does not come. Fingon would stay up for a long while before sleep catches up to him, if not, he’ll stick around watching you sleep or return to paperwork if needed.

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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.”

[wanderer-clarisse]

cousin bonding time (I like to imagine that Maedhros is the one who tied baby Finrod's hair!)

sorry for being suddenly inactive here lately, Things Happened and I haven't really had the time to sit down and draw until this week ;-; hope this little sketch can make up for it!

[animatorweirdo]

The White-Scaled Dragon Princess (Part 4)(Final)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You and Fingon happily marry after a few years of courting each other. You thought the peace would last with the siege around Angband, but you were wrong when Morgoth released his flames and terror upon the world. You lost your father-in-law. But your life changes even for the worse when you lose your beloved husband, and do not have the chance to tell him about your child.

[] = High Valyrian

Warnings: super-level angst, dagor bracollac, nirnaeth arnoediad, death of characters, mentions of wedding nights, timing possibly being off, pregnancy, childbirth, loss, reader staying strong but being really sad, some family moments, mentions of your father and his marriages, thinking your child is dead, violence, becoming suicidal, character death (you), going down in a fight, your child and people being sad, and Sauron trying to kill your child but fails. Somewhat half happy ending.

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- After a few years of courting each other, you and Fingon decided to marry with Fingolfin’s blessing. You have grown accustomed to living among Fingon’s people and his people had grown accustomed to you and Meraxes. There were some who still felt unsure about a dragon living near their home, but it was understandable. Morgoth had not given dragons a positive reputation. Luckily, you could ease their worry by the fact that Meraxes will not do anything without your say. 

- Your wedding day was one of the happiest days of your life. You nearly couldn’t believe that you were able to marry the one you loved. It felt like a dream you thought you would never be able to fulfill, and here you were. 

- You invited Freda, Ioreth, and their family to attend, as they were the closest thing you had to family. Their happiness for you was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You never thought you would experience such joy.

- To your relief, wedding nights after Elven ceremonies were nothing like those in Westeros—you were granted privacy.

- You initially felt self-conscious, but Fingon gently dispelled your doubts. He was respectful and assured you that you didn’t have to go through with anything that made you uncomfortable. He valued your comfort over tradition.

- It made you love him even more, and you told him you wanted this—you didn’t want fear to hold you back. You wanted him just as much.

- With Fingon, your wedding night was smooth and tender. You experienced things you had never imagined, and the fear you once had—fueled by stories of duty-bound unions and having witnessed your father’s own crude consummations with his wives—vanished. Love made all the difference.

- Adapting as a married couple and a royal was not difficult for you. Since you were previously a princess, you knew how to take on your new duties. And you got along with Fingon’s people amazingly. 

- You even became closer to Fingolfin. Unlike your father, Fingolfin was a gentle man, and you did not feel afraid to approach him for advice. He had become like a new father figure to you. 

- You thought your life would remain peaceful. The siege around Angband had held, so you and Fingon thought it was safe to marry. But then, Dagor Braggolach came—and everything changed.

- Before the attack, you felt an ominous sense of impending danger, as if something terrible was about to unfold. It was eerily similar to the feeling you had before Jaehaerys and his men marched into your home. Even Meraxes was more restless than usual.

- Fingon noticed your unease and listened when you voiced your concerns. He tried to reassure you, reminding you that there had been no sign of Morgoth for years—and that if there were, they would know. You wanted to believe him. Unfortunately, your instincts had been right.

- The flames burst through from the iron fortress unannounced, burning everything in their path. The siege fell and forces of orcs marched out like a terrible wave. 

- Fingon did his best to protect his people and their lands when Morgoth’s forces invaded. You helped defend with Meraxes. However, the situation caused heavy casualties. Many lives were lost, including some of Fingon’s cousins who he was close with. A whole land was burned and there were orcs everywhere. 

-It was the first time you had ever seen orcs, and the sight of their vast armies filled you with a deep, unshakable dread.

-Fortunately, with you and Meraxes by their side, Fingon and his people managed to hold their lands—though not without heavy losses. The orcs had likely never expected the Noldor to have a dragon of their own fighting alongside them.

- However, you and Fingon would then experience even greater loss. 

- During your flight back, you saw your father-in-law, charge toward Angband upon his horse.

- It left you feeling confused and afraid for his safety, but you chose to return to Fingon. He explained that his father was making one final act of defiance. You wanted to follow, but Fingon stopped you, saying that his father had given him the same command.

- You then waited anxiously for what became of your father-in-law. Then his loyal steed, Rochalor, returned alone, lethally injured. The noble creature fell before your feet and succumbed to its injuries and grief. Noldor horses never left their rider’s side, so it became clear your dear father-in-law was dead and there was no body to be buried. 

- You tried to support Fingon as he became the new High King of the Noldor. The grief and the sudden rise to such a position weighed heavy on him. You did not like it either as you did not expect to become a queen in such a short time. 

- After the ceremonies and getting things back together, you both mourned Fingolfin’s death in the silence of your chambers. Fingolfin had been like a second father to you, so you also felt his loss. 

- Adapting to your duties as queen was not easy. Some elves, particularly those loyal to Fingon’s cousins, regarded you and your dragon with caution. To them, you remained an outsider—an oddity. You paid them little mind, though Fingon made it clear that any disrespect toward you would not be tolerated.

- For a time, there was peace, allowing you to regain your footing. Fingon reinforced his defenses, and you convinced Meraxes to patrol the borders, as orc sightings had become more frequent. She dispatched them on sight—a necessary action—but it often left patrols scrambling to extinguish the fires before they could spread.

- Her temper was formidable, but now, seeing her soar across the sky brought comfort to your people and all who lived in Hithlum.

- Your duties took up much of your time, but when night fell, Fingon always basked in your presence, expressing how grateful he was to have you by his side.

- Those moments often made you feel melancholic, reminiscing about the carefree days before the Sudden Flames. Fingon had always been loyal to his people and never hesitated to act when needed, but though he was born a prince, ruling as a king was never something he had truly desired.

- Then came the day when the news about Luthien and Beren’s deeds in retrieving a silmaril from Morgoth’s crown came to known. 

- Maedhros called Fingon in for a plan to assault Angband and put an end to Morgoth’s tyranny. You felt uncertain of the plan but Fingon believed with a united effort you could defeat Morgoth. You then had the same gut feeling before the war of the sudden flame. 

- You tried to encourage Fingon to reconsider and plan carefully. He should not start a fight unless he is absolutely certain he will win. You did not doubt his friendship with Maedhros, the latter was a strong warrior and had a good mind. You were more concerned about Morgoth and what he might do to counter this attack. 

- Fingon believed it was worth a try, especially if all the people of Beleriand united together in this plan. There was a high chance you will win. 

- You wanted to believe him, but the paranoia and strange fear within you wouldn’t let you. It was even harder to ignore when your health began taking a strange turn. You often felt sick in the mornings, more fatigued than usual, and, most notably, you realized you hadn’t had your monthly bleeding in some time.

- With Fingon’s suggestion, You consulted with a healer and then came the shocking news. 

- You were with a child. 

- The news both excited and frightened you. This was not exactly the best time to have a child and the idea they could come out like you frightened as well. Your life had been filled with hardships because of your scales and you did not want the same for your child. 

- You kept this to yourself for a while, unsure of how to bring it up to Fingon. You didn't fear that he might dislike the idea of becoming a father.  You had talked about it as a passing idea, but it was back when the siege was still in power. 

- Then came the day when Fingon and his armies were to march toward the North. It filled you with panic as there was no knowing how the battle would go and if Fingon would return to you alive. So, you tried to muster the courage to tell him about your pregnancy, but he asked you to wait until he returned victorious before you shared anything.

- The fear inside you only grew, making you want to accompany him, but he insisted you stay behind. He told you that you could defend your city and people with Meraxes in case anything went wrong.

- Like a trusting fool, you listened and stayed behind to defend your city. Only to receive the news of how the battle ended in a disastrous defeat.

- The messengers revealed what had happened and it all became prominent when Meraxes returned with Fingon in her claws. Despite his suggestion to stay behind and defend your city if something happened, you had asked Meraxes to follow. She had swooped in and picked him away when the balrogs prepared to kill him and carried him back.  

- You screamed for the healer when you held Fingon in your arms, but it was too late as his injuries were too great. He would not survive. You pleaded with him not to go as you did not know if you could live without him. He asked for forgiveness before the light in his eyes became dark and his body became cold in your arms. 

- Holding his cold body felt like a dagger to your chest but you did not have time to mourn when one of your people hurriedly informed that Morgoth’s orc armies were coming toward your way. 

- Knowing you needed to act for the sake of your people, you ordered the evacuation of the city, urging them to flee south where they would be safer. You also instructed messengers to spread the word to other settlements and to your family, warning them of Morgoth's advancing armies.

- Though your people were reluctant to leave their homes, wanting to stay and fight, you stood firm. You told them with unwavering resolve that you had no means to defend the city from Morgoth's wrath. While you could offer cover, it would not be enough. Your important task now was to ensure your families escaped, avoiding the horrors of being taken as thralls by Morgoth's forces. They finally understood, and reluctantly, they began the evacuation. 

- You asked your close guards to wrap Fingon’s body and take him away so he could be buried later. You knew well if you left him behind, Morgoth’s orcs would desecrate him. And it was something you could not allow. 

- You then made one hard decision. If Morgoth's servants wanted castles, then they should build their own. Your people felt hesitant by your plan as they take great pride in their buildings, but agreed to it, not wanting anything theirs fall into Morgoth’s hands. 

- You then waited for them to come. The orcs arrived and took the city, only to find it emptied, they celebrated and called the Noldor coward. In their moment of victory, you and Meraxes then burst forward and released fire on them. You then flew around and destroyed your home, allowing the heavy debris of stone and towers to fall upon them, killing many. You did not allow them to have what your beloved husband and his people had built. 

- After destroying everything, you returned to your people. 

- Even though seeing their home burned and destroyed weighed heavily in your people’s hearts, they accepted your reasoning as even they would have rather seen it burned to the ground than let be used by the dark lord’s armies. 

- You then along with your people fled toward the south and took refuge among Cirdan the Shipwright, who welcomed you. 

- There, you were finally allowed to bury Fingon and grieve his death. 

- Freda and her family had heeded your warning and left their home, following you and your people to safety. Ioreth had long passed from old age, so she could not come. They were there to comfort you when you finally broke down in grief over your husband’s death. 

- In their presence, you decided to reveal your pregnancy. 

- The news brought shock and sorrow as they realized that you were on your own and your child would grow without its father.

- The news reached your trusted guard and people as well, who mourned your loss with you, knowing that your child had lost its father too.

- It came as a surprise when your trusted guards and people expressed their willingness to continue following you as their queen. Despite the devastating loss and the overwhelming odds, you took action, thus their loyalty was now to you and your unborn child.

- It brought you great relief and tears, as you had not expected them to continue supporting you after Fingon’s death. Without a High King, and with you being no elf, their unwavering loyalty was a blessing you hadn't anticipated.

- You remained with Círdan, working together to ensure the safety of your people. His support was invaluable, and he offered steady guidance in leading your people. His wisdom reminded you of your teacher, and over time, you grew a deep bond with him.

- Concerned for the safety of your child and your people, you began planning for the worst. As Morgoth’s attacks escalated, you knew you needed a sanctuary. That’s when you made the Isle of Balar your safe haven, a place to flee should the worst scenario come to pass.

- Leading was challenging with your pregnancy. You tried to remain strong but sometimes could not help but cry at the thought of Fingon as he could never see his child be born or grow. 

- You didn’t know if you could raise your child alone, especially one who was half-elven.

- You also feared the possibility that your child might be born still or deformed. Your birth mother had been partially responsible for the death of your father’s other children, and it was because of him that you weren’t born normal either.

- There was no certainty that your child would be born alive.

- Your pregnancy caused you many worries. You felt alone but with Freda, her family, and your trusted people there to support you through it, your worries were slightly eased. Even if it became hard to move with your growing stomach. 

- Meraxes was also a great comfort when she knew you were pregnant. She became protective, even patrolling on her own to make sure no orc came near your home. 

- The day finally arrived when you went into labor. It was excruciating, and for a moment, you thought you might die. The pain reminded you of your father’s wives and how they had suffered. You found yourself thinking of everything you had experienced, torn between the fear that your child might be stillborn or that you might die, leaving your child behind.

- Luckily no such thing happened and you heard your son’s cries. You were relieved to see your son alive, which meant he was in no danger. His tuff of dark hair was like his father’s and he had your violet eyes. 

- To your surprise and small relief, he had no deformities and his skin was clear of any scales. 

- If he had been born with scales like yours, you feared he might have lived a hard life. But he didn’t. But even if he had, you would have loved him regardless. You would have not allowed him to live a hard life like yours. 

- You named him Ereinion as he was your beautiful son. 

- Freda, her family, and your people were filled with relief and joy when they heard the news that you and your son were safe. They celebrated the arrival of their new prince. In such dark times, this news brought hope and a reason for celebration.

- You required a lot of rest, and even during that, you could not help but feel anxious and fearful if Ereinion would fall into a sickness. You and he had survived the labor, but there was no knowing if a sickness or some other danger might take him from you. 

- Seeing him also made your sorrow rise as he made you think of Fingon and how he would have loved to meet his son. 

- Thankfully, Círdan and your people were a great help once you recovered. Balancing your duties as queen and mother was challenging, but they made it more manageable. Some of Fingon’s trusted friends and allies stepped in as uncles and aunts, offering their support in raising your son.

- He grew up to be an energetic little boy, much like his father. His heart was loving and kind, though he seemed to have inherited his father's tendency to get into peculiar situations. But it was alright—he was a child after all.

- He shared Fingon’s dark hair and your purple eyes, but he also shared a lot of similarities with his grandfather. It made you think of your father-in-law and how he would have loved to meet his grandson. 

- It made you grieve them and sometimes you would bring Ereinion to Fingon’s grave, telling him about his father. 

- Despite the joy your little son brought you, you found yourself grieving often. You couldn’t help it. You missed Fingon and his absence in his own son’s life made the pain even worse. His death had left an emptiness in your heart.

- But, you tried your best to hold on and be present in your son’s life.

- It seemed Ereinion could sense your grief, often trying to bring a smile to your face, which only made your heart ache even more.

- One day, Ereinion suddenly walked up to you, holding a small blue dragon with silver eyes, claiming it as his brother.

- This caused you some fright, as you didn’t know where he had found the youngling. But he explained that he had discovered the dragon abandoned. Seeing his attachment and how the dragon seemed to return his affection, you decided to let him keep it. After all, he was not just an elf—he was also a Targaryen.

- As a new member of your family, Ereinion named his dragon Vaerion, after its storm-blue colors.

- Things were peaceful for a time. But of course, Morgoth’s lust for power knew no bounds. 

- His hold over Middle-earth grew stronger, and his attacks became more violent. When his forces neared the borders of the city where you resided, you, along with Cirdan, made the decision to send your people to the Isle of Balar for their safety.

- You trusted your people to escort your son there with his dragon, but then you received word that they had been attacked by pirates.

- In a panic, you mounted Meraxes and flew after your son’s boat, only to find it filled with the lifeless bodies of the people sent to guard your son. The world around you fell silent as you desperately searched for your son and his dragon, but there was nothing. They must have taken flight in an attempt to flee.

- Vaerion was not old or large enough to carry Ereinion on his back, so you began scouring the sea in desperation, flying over the waters on Meraxes.

- For hours, you searched the vast sea, calling out to your son. You kept looking even through the night, returning to the Isle of Balar only at the break of dawn when you failed to find him and to avoid exhausting all of Meraxes's strength. 

- Devastated, you shared what happened to your people. 

- You could barely stand as the crushing reality of your son’s fate settled in your mind.

- There was no way they would have made it without falling into the sea. And the worst of all, you couldn't find them. You couldn’t find your little boy and his dragon. Not even Meraxes could catch their scent in the vast ocean.

- There was nothing. Not even their bodies. 

- The despair you felt was unlike anything you had ever known. You lost your father-in-law, then your husband, and now, you had failed to protect your son—the last piece of Fingon you had left. Now, you had nothing left.

- Cirdan and your people mourned the news, but with the evacuation in Middle Earth still unfinished, there was little room for grief. 

- The weight of loss loomed heavily on you. You had nothing to live for anymore, except your duty as a queen. 

- Making your decision, you decided to fufil your one final duty to your people. 

- You decided to return and defend the city from Morgoth’s forces till everyone where evacuated in the Isle of Balar, hiding your true intention.

-  Your whole family was dead. Even if you survived, what reason do you have to continue living? 

- You might as well die on a battle field like a Targaryen. 

- In the moment before you were to depart, you stood beside Meraxes. She only looked at you, sensing the deep grief within you and knowing what you intended to do. Resting your forehead against her head, you savored this final moment together, feeling selfish for her sake.

- “[Meraxes, will you fight with me until our last breath?]” you asked her in your mother tongue, preventing your people from hearing your true intention and perhaps seeking something—anything—to stop yourself from leading an innocent life with you to death. 

- However, Meraxes made no objection. She felt your grief, and would not abandon you. She had served her previous rider as a war dragon in your grandfather’s era of conquest, and now, she would fight alongside you to the end, as a war dragon should.

- Though small, the comfort it gave you was enough, and you flew into battle, prepared for whatever was to come.

- The orc armies screamed and ran in fear when you arrived on Meraxes. Your appearance brought hope to those defending the city and you allowed your grief and rage to be directed toward Morgoth’s forces. 

- You held them back, but then Morgoth’s own flying dragons arrived. It seemed he was prepared to face you and Meraxes in battle. 

- There were seven flying dragons against you and Meraxes. It was clear Morgoth intended to overwhelm you with sheer numbers.  However, you and Meraxes felt no fear and faced them. 

- As Meraxes had seen war and was bigger and swifter, she overpowered Morgoth’s dragons, slaying them one by one. Seeing their fall, caused the orcs forces to retreat. 

- It was not long you succeeded killing all seven of Morgoth’s dragons sent to fight you. 

- And then... Morgoth's most prized dragon arrived to face you. Ancalagon, the black, still young but already larger than Meraxes and covered in gleaming black scales. His presence was overwhelming, and he reminded you painfully of your father’s dragon, Balerion.

- Meraxes had already sustained injuries in the battle against the seven other dragons, her body showing signs of exhaustion. The evacuation was nearly complete, but when she assured you that she was ready to fight until her last breath, you steeled yourself for the confrontation with Ancalagon.

- You charged through the sky, facing Ancalagon as the two of you clashed in mid-air. Despite Meraxes being smaller, she was ferocious, her claws tearing through Ancalagon's chest with deep, bleeding gashes as fire rained from both dragons.

- With a final, forceful maneuver, you brought Ancalagon crashing to the ground, his massive form slamming into the earth. You took to the skies again, leaving him wounded, but not without a cost.

- As you glanced down at Ancalagon and then toward the sea, a thought sparked in your mind. If you were to die, you would not go alone—Morgoth’s prized dragon would fall with you.

- You soared high through the white clouds, with Ancalagon furious and relentless behind you after taking the skies again. Amid the clouds, where Meraxes’s scales blended seamlessly with the sky, you ambushed the mighty black dragon. 

- Meraxes plunged her claws and teeth into the dragon, pushing him to fall with you on top of him. 

- What followed was a brutal, violent struggle as both dragons plummeted toward the sea below. Meraxes wrapped herself around the black dragon, trapping him and making him unable to take flight. Ancalagon clawed her chest and even tore her wing from her body, but she refused to relinquish her hold, her claws sinking deeper into his flesh. His roars echoed across the sky as he fought to free himself.

- Amid the fall and Ancalagon's struggle, you looked toward the horizon, catching a glimpse of the last boats escaping to safety, the final sunrise casting a soft glow over the sea. 

-A strange sense of contentment settled within you, knowing that your death had not been meaningless. A bittersweet peace washed over you, as you dared to hope that perhaps, in some way, you would be reunited with your husband and son in the afterlife.

-When you and Meraxes struck the sea with Ancalagon, the impact created a colossal burst of water that surged upward, towering like a mountain. The force of the collision sent ripples across the ocean, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

-Onlookers, both on land and sea, stood in stunned silence, unable to comprehend what had just occurred. The sky, the sea, and everything in between seemed to hold its breath as no sign of you or the dragons remained.

- Then at the beach, Ancalagon rose from the sea, screaming in pain as his chest was torn open with wounds and his bones were broken. His pain caused him to fall into madness and cast fire upon everything in his path before weakly returning to his master in the north. 

-The battle came to a grim conclusion. The city had fallen, but most of your people, along with Cirdan’s, had managed to escape. It was a hollow, bitter half-victory, the cost of which would be felt for generations.

- The remaining boats, now searching for any sign of you, found nothing but the stillness of the sea. No trace of your presence remained, until, hours later, the currents gently brought both your and Meraxes’s lifeless bodies to the surface. 

- Unlike Ancalagon, the impact had killed you and Meraxes. 

- With sorrow heavy in their hearts, your people, alongside Cirdan’s, mournfully retrieved your body and what remained of Meraxes, bringing what was left of you both back to the Isle of Balar.

- Cirdan, along with your people, mourned deeply when they saw your body and heard of the valiant way you fought until your last breath. The pain of your loss weighed heavily on everyone, for you had been a beacon of strength and hope in their darkest time.

- Your son, Ereinion, was among them. Upon seeing you, he broke down in uncontrollable sobs. 

-It was later discovered that your son had managed to escape with Vaerion, who had been gravely wounded in the attack to theit boat. Despite his injuries, the dragon summoned every ounce of strength to carry Ereinion to the island, only to crash on the stone beach, where he finally succumbed to his wounds and passed away.

- Ereinion mourned the loss of his brother. He stayed by Vaerion’s side until he was found by Cirdan and your people. The pain of losing his dragon companion was immense, and the grief weighed heavily on his young heart.

- Now, Ereinion stood in sorrowful silence as he witnessed the burial of both you and Meraxes.The weight of the loss was unbearable, yet it was a moment of closure, though no amount of time could heal the aching hole left in his heart.

- Cirdan and your people lamented your death, having realized too late that you fully intended to die in battle, thinking your son had perished. 

-  They did their best to raise Ereinion as they could even if the world became dark. 

- It came to pass that your efforts against Ancalagon had not been in vain. The battle you fought left him crippled. The wounds you and Meraxes inflicted upon him made him vulnerable enough that Morgoth was forced to have him grow into the size of a mountain. However, despite his immense size, Ancalagon still possessed visible weak points, which were later exploited by Eärendil the Mariner to bring him down.

- After Morgoth was defeated and peace was restored to the world, Ereinion, also becoming known as Gil-Galad, took the mantle of the High King and ruled in his kingdom of Lindon. 

- You were remembered fondly as the bravest High Queen the Noldor had ever seen. Ereinion kept the old mementos and the banner your people had once made for you. It depicted a silver dragon guarding a star, similar to Fingon’s old banner. You had been their protector, guarding not only Fingon’s legacy but also the future of your people.

- Sometimes, Ereinion felt like he had nothing left of you, except the violet eyes he had inherited. Vaerion had perished protecting him, and you had fallen in battle without ever knowing he had survived. He missed you deeply, but he knew he had to press forward.

- It was during the war of the last alliance when Sauron grabbed him by his neck and attempted to burn him alive that you had left something to protect him one last time. 

- The pain was excruciating, but Sauron’s fire awakened the blood Ereinion had inherited from you, causing scales to grow from his skin. Though he was wounded by the physical injury, the pain from the fire disappeared, and he survived.

- Sauron became frightened when Ereinion looked back at him with bright scales around his skin and his eyes slit like that of a dragon. Ereinion survived the ordeal and witnessed the defeat of Sauron. 

- Ever since that day, Ereinion would trace the scales around his neck with the burn marks, quietly reflecting on how the things you once saw as a curse had become his protective blessing.

- Ereinion would live to see the end of the Third Age and the fall of Sauron, before sailing toward the Undying Lands, where he would be reunited with his people and finally meet his re-embodied father.

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[xalatariel]

hmmm. maedhros isn’t rescued from thangorodrim, but something else is.

fingon trapped in his own psychological horror film where he knows something is wrong but who else believes him? russo isn’t himself. Of course he isn’t, nolofinwe says. Was he himself at alqualondë? Was he himself when he left you to the ice? Would you expect him to behave like the beautiful youth from beneath the trees after decades of torture?

sometimes, when fingon looks into maedhros’s eyes, he sees fire. is it really just the fire of burning ships?

[meanwhile, sauron doesn’t have to work particularly hard to sow discord in this form. the finweans do a great job at doing that themselves]