#fingon x targaryen reader

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Lover's Doom

You find out that your beloved friend, Fingon, had been infected with a lover's doom and was nearing his death. Will you be able to see him one last time and confess your unrequited love for him, or will you lose him and live in regret?

(Author note: Inspired by Hanahaki disease, but since this is supposed to have a happy ending. I took some liberties in modifying it a bit. Hope you enjoy it. A little AU for the white-scaled dragon princess. )

() = Elvish

Warnings: Fingon being sick, coughing flowers, blood, mentions of insomnia, paleness, some lying, reader being worried sick, some backstory on a dangerous flower, losing the ability to love, being on the deathbed, angst, confession, (Perhaps a little cringey: I tried to make the kiss sound passionate) and a good ending.

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You noticed immediately that something was wrong when Fingon came to visit you. 

Your strong sense of smell allowed you to smell many small things most humans weren’t capable of, including smells that could tell something about someone’s health. It was a troublesome ability when you were young since you did not know how to turn it off, but now it is useful as it helps you locate things and helps Ioreth when she couldn't pinpoint the location of the illness. However, you never imagined the day when you would catch a scent of change in Fingon’s health. 

Your beloved friend had come to greet you and share exciting rumors and news he had heard in his home like usual, but you caught a strange scent from his breath – it was faint but noticeable. It smelled like… flowers. You also noticed other things that left you concerned. 

Fingon looked more tired than usual. He was sometimes tired from his duties as a prince, but this time he looked like he had not slept well for a long time. He also seemed to have trouble breathing, taking in deep breaths like his lungs had lost their function and he had to stop for a moment to rest. You became even more concerned when you heard him cough and a flower petal fell out of his mouth. 

You tried to inquire about it, but he claimed he had been working a lot these days and the petal was from a herb he accidentally swallowed after drinking tea. 

You were in full alarm after his explanation. Fingon was lying and trying to hide something. 

Fingon always had the energy that could last for days. It was nearly impossible for him to get easily tired. He was also not clumsy enough to swallow a flower petal and not notice it. 

It made no sense to you, so you observed him as he tried to go on with his visit like usual. 

Elves had a strong immunity to illnesses, so even a common fever would have been impossible for them, but all the signs indicated Fingon was suffering from some sort of illness. He seemed to be having a hard time breathing and was less energetic which was terribly unusual for him and you also noticed certain paleness in him. Even Ioreth noticed something was not right, but couldn't tell what was bothering him. Elves did not get sick often, so there was little knowledge of what could be bothering him. And the scent of flowers on his breath started bothering you more and more during his visit. 

You tried to talk to him about it again when it was time for him to leave, but he still insisted that everything was alright and that there was nothing to worry about. 

You did not believe him, especially when he came to visit you for the second time and the scent seemed to have grown stronger along with his symptoms. 

The scent had become more noticeable and Fingon only joked that he might have eaten flowers on his way, but you found his joke less funny and became concerned by his behavior since he brought you a large pile of books you might like. 

He often brought you books, so you could hone your elvish and enjoy simple stories written by his kin, but this time he had bought you himself a large amount of books and told you that you didn’t need to worry about returning them. They were yours to own. 

You would have felt touched and honored by the gift, but you only became worried by the strange act. Why was he acting like you two were not going to see each other again? 

He even brought certain pastries and treats for you to enjoy, even things you had never seen before. It was nice and you two enjoyed eating together. You would have nearly forgotten about it if he hadn’t suddenly started coughing like there was something stuck in his throat. 

Fingon coughed and covered his mouth. You became worried as his coughing was worse than the last time. You then witnessed as he vomited more flower petals into his hand, all in different colors. 

You were stunned by the sight and nearly demanded him to explain what was bothering him, or if he had actually started eating flowers for breakfast. 

He hid the flower petals away and yet again claimed there was nothing wrong, that he only had an accident in the morning. It nearly made you want to shake him till he spat more flowers or told you the truth because what kind of accidents would make him cough flowers? 

The third time he visited, he only seemed to have become worse. 

He looked like he could barely stay awake and had shadows under his eye. It was obvious he was suffering from insomnia. He also looked like he could barely breathe. 

He wanted to go around the forest, but this time you forced him to take some medicine first because you were not convinced he would stay awake before you two could even get past the town. He relented and accepted the medicine made by Ioreth, which should at least help him refresh himself and clear up his pipes. After taking the medicine, he looked a bit better but he refused to take more for greater caution. 

You then agreed to go through the forest with him, quietly observing him and the scent that followed him. You failed to make any sense of him. Why was he avoiding telling the truth? What was about this flowery scent in his breath? Why was he coughing flower petals in the first place? 

You never realized the truth could be more horrifying. 

You two came to a river and the atmosphere was lovely, but then you noticed that Fingon was gone and caught a scent of blood. 

Panicked, you looked for him, calling out his name and following the scent of blood away from the river. Luckily, you found him leaning against a tree not too far from you, but then you were horrified when you saw his hand holding petals and a whole flower covered in his blood. He had a small trail falling from the corner of his mouth, so it didn’t take long for you to realize he had cough-up blood. 

This time you did not allow him to avoid telling the truth. 

You grabbed him and demanded him to tell you the truth because coughing petals was one thing, but coughing a full-intact flower was not. When he tried again assuring you it was nothing, you snapped at him, angrily telling him to stop lying. 

You then gently expressed your worries and pleaded with him to tell you what was wrong with him. You wanted to help him, but couldn’t do anything as long as he continued avoiding the truth. 

Your quiet voice and pleading eyes might have helped crack him and Fingon finally revealed he had contracted a rare illness called Mîrumbor, or ‘Lover’s doom’. He explained how he had it since childhood. He had foolishly wandered into a forbidden garden as a child and came face with a flower that gave the illness to him. He explained his illness had simply flared up and the healers of his kin were working tirelessly for medicine for him, so you didn’t need to worry about him. 

It was just another lie because he never came the next time of his supposed visit. 

You worried for him and couldn't comprehend why he would avoid telling you the full truth. 

Ioreth and no one else knew about Fingon’s rare illness. The only one who would know would be the elves themselves. 

You then decided to travel with Freda and her father to the nearest elven city since they needed to go there for shopping. 

You visited the local herb shop and asked the owner more about Mîrumbor. There you learned the full truth about the rare illness. It was contracted from a flower that once existed in Valinor, and when an elf breathes in the pollen, the seeds would implant in their lungs and react strongly to the emotion of love. The flower was soon removed from existence when more elves became sick from it, and the only way for the infected to be cured was to receive the love of the one they held feelings toward. If not, the flowers in their lungs would soon grow to their full extent and suffocate the infected till they died. There was another way, but it involved removing the roots of the flowers from the lungs through surgery. However, the side effect of such removal would cause the infected to lose the ability to feel love, not just for their once beloved, but for everything. That’s why the flower was banned and removed from Valinor. 

You were devastated by the truth. Fingon had lied that his people were working on a medicine for him, but there was no such thing. You also knew that he held feelings for someone, who did not love him back. 

You were envious of that person because you were hopelessly in love with Fingon, but you pushed your feelings back because you did not want to ruin your friendship with him. However, now you were heartbroken and devastated. 

When you mentioned the symptoms the last time you saw Fingon, the shop owner looked at you with pity and explained it was already too late for him. There was a high chance he was already on his deathbed. If the infected vomited intact flowers and had not received the love of their beloved, then their only salvation was the surgery. 

Denial was the first thing that settled in you. You could not imagine Fingon lying on his bed, vomiting flowers and possibly dying, neither could you imagine him going through with the surgery and losing his ability to feel love. Fingon was perhaps one of the most loving people you had ever met, and you knew him well enough that he would rather choose death than lose his ability to feel love. 

You did not want to believe it, but neither, could you deny the possibility. Fingon had not sent any letters to explain the reason for his absence, he always sent a letter when something came up and he couldn’t come for a visit. 

You wanted to believe Fingon and that maybe you were overreacting, so you waited for the next day of his visit, but when he failed to show himself for the second time. You decided to fly on Meraxes and come to him instead. 

In the middle of the night, Meraxes brought you to the elven city where you knew Fingon lived with his father. Never in your life would you have dared to go there on your own. Your heart was beating fearfully against your chest, thinking what would happen if the people there were to see you and your scales, but your desperation to see Fingon gave you courage. 

You landed near the mountains and told Meraxes to stay hidden before venturing into the elven city. 

Luckily, the gates were still open for people to walk in and stay the night in the city. The guards paid you no mind even if you wore your gloves, cloak, and veil to cover your face. 

You quietly approached the castle where Fingon most likely lived. To avoid suspicion, you went to the gardens and stood there. You tried to sniff out Fingon’s scent and it proved easier than you thought as you managed to pinpoint his scent coming from a balcony, not too far from the garden. You observed the balcony and guessed it must be somewhere on the third floor. 

Your face went pale. Fingon was dying. His scent was filled with the scent of flowers, blood, and what you recognized as a scent when someone was nearing death. Thanks to your father and his violent tendencies, you were more than familiar with that scent. 

There was no way the guards would allow you to walk in and seek Fingon without revealing your face to them. They would definitely suspect you being a spy of Morgoth if they saw your scales and Meraxes would fly in to rescue you. Having her burn down the city for you would only make things worse, so you decided to do something you would have never imagined yourself doing and sneak inside by climbing. 

You had enough strength to jump and pull yourself over the walls, quietly climbing toward the balcony where Fingon’s scent came from. 

Surprisingly, you succeeded in reaching the balcony without alerting the guards and carefully looked inside the room, hearing voices and seeing someone lying on a bed. You nearly forgot to breathe when you realized it was Fingon who was lying on the bed. His skin was nearly white as the snow and his dark hair cascaded around him like a dark waterfall, unbraided from his golden ribbons. You had to use your nose to check if he was even breathing. To your relief he was, but very weakly. 

You then listened to the conversation among the healers and one elf you assumed was Fingon’s father. It was perhaps the first time you got to use elvish with other elves than Fingon, but what they said was heartbreaking. They spoke about removing the flower, but Fingon had refused the treatment. Therefore there was nothing they could do but give him some medicine to relieve him from the pain. You failed to understand a few words, but one thing was clear. Fingon was not going to live through the night. 

When you heard them leave and lock the door, you took the chance to climb over the balcony and walk inside. 

“Fingon…” You said gently, avoiding startling him. Fingon’s eyes were filled with shock when he saw you. However, after seeing you, it seemed some strength had returned to him. 

“(Name)... Is that… really you? Are you really here?” Fingon questioned, not believing his eyes while you kneeled beside his bed. He started violently coughing, vomiting blood and flowers out of his mouth. 

You quickly grabbed the towel from the stand beside his bed and helped him clean up the mess. 

“Thank you…” Fingon uttered while dropping his head back down on the pillow. 

“Fingon…” You started, anger and sorrow mixing together as you looked at his state. “Why didn’t you tell me the whole truth? Why didn’t you tell me you were dying and there was no cure for this illness?” 

“Except… the love of someone you had feelings for,” Fingon looked away in shame after you said that. 

“Why?” You uttered as tears swelled in your eyes. 

“I’m sorry…” Fingon answered weakly. “I knew… if you knew of my incoming death. It would devastate you,” 

“You already devastated me when you started hiding this from me. You are dying, and you still dared to assure me that everything was going to be alright. What if…” You hesitated to say it, the pain in your chest becoming worse. “What if you died and I didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye to you?” You asked as your tears refused to stay and started to fall freely from your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, (Name). I did not want to hurt you like this,” Fingon muttered, not liking the sight of your tears. 

“But I do not wish to live as an elf who’s not capable of feeling love. I would not only lose the feelings I once had for that person, but I would stop feeling love for everything else, the things I love to do, the people I care about… my family,” He explained while taking a deep breath. 

You dried your tears. “Is there truly no other way to save you?” You asked. 

“How did you even last this long? The elf who told me about the illness said that it only takes a year for the flower in the lungs to develop and kill its host if they do not receive the love of the one they held feelings for,” You questioned. 

“There is a medicine that can slow down the growth of the flower and even put it to slumber, but not forever. It was meant to buy time as I had not yet met the one I would possess feelings for, but when I thought… I found the one, they did not love me back. And now…” Fingon started coughing again. 

You waited and watched as he vomited more flowers out of his mouth. You helped him clean again and the towel turned red from the blood. 

Fingon looked at you with tired eyes. “The medicine lost its effectiveness and now I’m nearing my death,” 

He then chuckled dryly. 

“I’m such a fool, “ He mumbled. 

“Everyone keeps telling me I’m this valiant prince with a romantic heart, yet I ended up being infected with this flower and fell for the wrong person, the one who could have been my salvation, “ Fingon then looked toward you. “Did you know that us elves only fall in love once?” He asked and you nodded. 

“So, somehow I managed to doom myself not only once, or twice, but three times,” He laid his arm across his eyes, trying to avoid showing you the tears that threatened to fall. “The first getting myself infected with this flower, the second falling for someone who did not love me back, then the doom of Mandos itself because me and my people stood with Feanor,” He listed, his tone filled with anguish. 

“It’s most likely nothing compared to the hardship you endured, but I have been certainly unlucky,” He said with a dry smile that fell into a frown. 

He then suddenly grabbed your hand and looked at you with that tired yet gentle expression of his. 

“I’m sorry again, (Name). I should have not kept you in the dark about this. It was unfair of me,” He apologized. “Seeing you here in person already lifts so much pain from my chest,” He smiled. 

“I loved the adventures we had together. I enjoyed helping you learn my people’s language and you already speak so well. I think your linguistics skills could have even rivaled my uncle,” He smiled in humor, and you smiled too, but only for a moment. “In truth… befriending you and going on adventures together helped relieve this growing pain in my chest. It was like finally living the life I once dreamed of having with that person, but better,” He confessed. “I would have loved to go one more adventure with you, to show you the lands beyond Hithlum,” He added. 

“Pity I couldn't get on Meraxes’s good sides. I was hoping one day I would have been able to charm her to my side,” He remarked, making your heart ache even more painfully. 

“Thank you, (Name). For being my friend, for the time I got to spend with you, and for coming to see me for the last time. Now I at least can pass away somewhat without regrets,” Fingon closed his eyes while holding onto your hand. 

You two remained quiet. Fingon’s words cruelly played within your mind and it only enforced the pain in your heart. All this because someone could not love him back. 

“I can’t accept this…” You uttered, gaining Fingon’s attention. 

“(Name)...” Fingon looked at you. 

“I know you might not feel anything more than what is appropriate between friends and since you’re in love with someone else, but it is thanks to you I started liking myself and being less ashamed for being born like this,” You looked at him in the eye. “You are the first who knew both of my secrets yet you did not chase me away or treat me like a freak, even when Meraxes nearly succeeded in killing you twice,” You said. 

“For the first time I felt like I could truly breathe and being with you helped me be less afraid of the world around me,” You stated, “And when I told you the truth of who I used to be and started harming myself, you still cared for me,”

“Then…” you nearly hesitated for what you were about to say. 

“I thought I would only see you as a friend, one of the first true friends I ever had, but then– I started having these deep feelings for you,” You revealed. Fingon’s eyes widened as you continued. 

“You are like… the sunrise whenever you visit, bringing light and filling the world around me with so many new colors. Or like a small stream, gentle yet still resiliently continuing forward, never stopping even once. Or like a wind that soothes my troubles away and helps me breathe,” You explained. “I have never experienced such things before meeting you,” you added. 

“I knew I loved you when you cared for my arms, sang to me, and even helped me see something positive in myself, but I also knew you were in love with someone else, so I pushed those feelings away, also because I believed I could never receive such affection,” You looked away, feeling ashamed.  

“I was happy enough to keep my feelings to myself because I did not wish to ruin the friendship we had and I wished for your happiness, but now I think it would only hurt me more if I didn’t tell you,” 

You looked at him again, bringing his hand against your chest, over your heart. 

“Fingon. I care about you more than myself, and I do not know what I would do with my life if you died,” You declared. “And seeing you accept your fate is killing me from the inside,” 

“If you’re so willing to die, at least take away this pain from my heart first, you cruel bastard,” You started uncontrollably sobbing, gripping his hand against your heart and waiting for his rejection. 

Fingon’s eyes began to shimmer with incoming tears. He then extended his other hand toward you, gently holding your cheek and drying the tears that fell from your eyes. You sobbed, holding his hand that gently caressed your face. 

“I never thought…” Fingon uttered. “The fact you dared to come to see me is proof enough of your confession,” He added. 

You opened your eyes.  

“I always believed elves could only love once, and my only salvation was the one I held feelings for, but… maybe it had always been possible to fall in love again,” Fingon stated. 

“You…?” You started, sniffing. 

“You could love someone like me?” You asked, nearly whispering the question. 

“I never once thought of you as a freak,” Fingon replied. “Freaks do not possess such a gentle yet passionate heart like you, and such otherworldly beauty,” He said in awe as the moonlight seemed to make your white scales glow. 

“Maybe… I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. Dressed in red, and glowing with diamonds on your skin,” He said with a familiar soft grin. 

You nearly felt like losing your breath. 

“(I love you, my dragon princess)” Fingon uttered, his eyes holding a new type of fondness directed toward you. 

“I love you too… my prince,” You said, then leaned in to lock your lips with him. 

You two held each other, unable to let go. You held on to his face and kissed him like it was your last day on earth together, which in sad truth most likely was. Fingon felt powerful warmth as he held on to you and for a moment, he believed you were breathing fire within him like a dragon, warm and passionate like you were breathing in all the love you had for him, burning away the flower from his lungs and taking away the pain that had tormented him for years. It was nearly overwhelming to feel something he had sought for so long, yet he could not let go, fearing for the warmth to vanish and be replaced by the cold again. 

The night suddenly passed quickly and Fingon found himself awake on his bed, awakened by the sunlight that shone from his balcony and able to breathe the air that flowed into his room. He was stunned as he breathed in the air. It was like he was taking his first breath in years. 

He then felt something and looked down to see a small white scale placed on his hand. It was small yet looked healthy and shimmered like a diamond. There were no traces of blood, which gave him comfort. It seemed you had carefully plucked it and left it to him as a small proof that you were truly there and were not just a dream. 

The doors to his chambers opened and Fingon saw his father walk inside. His father then froze after seeing him, dropping the items in his hands to the floor. 

“Findekano! You’re…!” His father exclaimed, his eyes filled with shock yet relief. He then began slowly approaching him. 

“You’re still alive! And well… How?” his father uttered. 

“Did….” His father was completely lost for words. 

“No,” Fingon answered, glancing at the scale in his hand. It turns out he was in love with someone else. 

“This is a miracle. Have the valars finally given us mercy?” His father asked as he kneeled beside his son’s bed. 

Fingon could only smile for his father’s comfort. His eyes noticed something silver in the distance. It was fast and far away, but with his elven eyes, he was able to notice a shape that reminded him of a giant silver bird, or a dragon to be precise. He held on to the white scale in his hand, breathing in fresh air and smiling softly.  Not yet he would tell his father, but one day with your blessing he will tell about his saving grace, the one who had saved him from a lover’s doom.

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The White-Scaled Dragon Princess Part 2

Part 1

You have found yourself a home in the new land, far away from Westeros and those who would wish harm upon you and your dragon. But then you face new types of challenges when you befriend a Noldor prince. Can you trust him and find a long-lasting friend in him? Will you ever overcome your fear of the world around you? Will you ever share your painful past with him? And could you possibly even find yourself in love with the said prince?

Warnings: mentions of injuries, passing out, Meraxes frightening people, reader being socially awkward, fear of people, Fingon being a tease and charming, Meraxes trying to kill Fingon a couple of times, heavy angst, anxiety, self-hatred, self-harm, reader needs serious therapy, reader trying to overcome her fears, adventuring, comfort, Fingon being caring, mentions of depression, and a happy ending.

(Note: I tagged those, who wanted to be tagged in the previous part)

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- Three years had passed since you arrived in Middle Earth. 

- You had found a new home with an elderly woman named Ioreth, who had saved your life when your injuries from your fall became too much for you, and you lost consciousness. 

- Meraxes was the one to find her after you fell unconscious and possibly scared her into helping you. Luckily, Ioreth did not seem to mind treating you even though the dragon kept a careful guard and growled if she made sudden movements.  

- You were first scared of her when you woke up, thinking she saw you as a monster and prepared to leave as soon as possible, but Ioreth then fed you and asked for your story, showing no sign of hatred or fear toward you. 

- Feeling somewhat hopeful and trusting, you told her your story and how you got injured during a fall. To your surprise, she showed sympathy, and despite having been threatened to help you by your mountain-sized dragon, she offered a place in her home for you. 

- She had seen stranger creatures, so she was not much phased by your scales. And you were nearly the same age as her granddaughter, so she would only feel awful if she sent you away. 

- You nearly wanted to cry for her kindness. For your whole life, you believed no one would think twice before chasing you away and calling you a monster. And here was this elderly woman, who offered you a place in her home despite having been threatened by your dragon and knowing you only for a day. 

- And thus, you began to help her with the everyday chores, wanting to make yourself use for her. You would help her with the cleaning and the gathering of herbs as she was an experienced healer. 

- You might have shown over-eagerness to help her with everything as she snapped at you that she was not so old that she needed someone to gather her every need. 

- You felt ashamed, thinking you had overstepped and annoyed her, but then she comforted you and calmly explained that you could leave the house chores to her while you could deal with things that needed walking and traveling. You agreed to the arrangement, and you began to get comfortable with your new life. 

- You did find her home interesting since her house was built in the mountains, away from the nearby town. Ioreth explained she was not very fond of people and liked the peace of the mountains, which you partially understood, and it also worked for you since it meant you could stay near Meraxes. 

- When you recovered and decided to live with Ioreth, Meraxes found herself a cave in another part of the mountains, away from the town, but not too far that you wouldn’t be able to come visit her. 

- You incidentally made friends with Ioreth’s grandaughter, Freda, who was one of the only ones in their family eager to visit Ioreth whenever she liked. 

- You first tried to avoid her when she came to visit Ioreth. You did not want to cause Ioreth trouble by frightening her grandaughter and making the townspeople think she lived with a monster. But then you accidentally dumped on Freda without your cloak, and her reaction was not what you expected. 

- She reacted to you surprisingly well. She marveled the white scales that adorned your scales, touching them and tracing each line with her fingers. It was slightly overwhelming as you are not used to someone touching your scales like that. She stopped when Ioreth smacked her in the head and called her out for touching you without your permission. 

- She apologized and then started asking questions. You couldn't quite keep up with her questions but tried your best to answer all of them. 

- She then declared herself as your friend when you told her you did not have any friends in the mountain besides Ioreth. You were baffled by her because you had never met someone who just decided to be your friend after knowing you only for a day, but soon you became happy about it as she became one of your best friends. 

- You adored her eccentrics and how many things she had to say. She was so full of life, and you do not think you ever had a friend that was someone of your age. Even the new maids you were given did not talk so much to you. On the contrary, they never spoke more than three words whenever you tried to converse with them. 

- But despite your newfound friendship with Freda, you decided not to introduce her to Meraxes. She might have accepted you, but you did not want to risk her getting scared by your beloved dragon and have the whole town chase you away. Ioreth promised to keep it a secret, understanding your fear. 

- But you did agree to visit the town with Freda’s encouragement. 

- She wanted you to meet the rest of the family. You felt fearful of the idea of being seen by the townspeople, but you agreed as long as you got to keep your scales hidden by your cloak and the gloves she had gifted you. 

- It was unnerving to have so many eyes on you when you walked through the town with Freda. You followed her like a lost child, but you tried to push yourself and see things you never allowed yourself to see outside the walls of your home. 

- Freda’s family was kind to you and showed gratitude when they heard you decided to keep company to Ioreth, the stubborn woman refusing to live in the town with them after her husband's death. 

- Their welcoming presence felt comforting, and to your surprise, they did not get upset or pressure you to uncover yourself when you told them you felt more comfortable being covered by your cloak. They were respectful and assured you they would patiently wait until you felt comfortable showing yourself to them.

- You honestly did not know what to make of it, but their assurance made you eager to visit them more often. 

- After two years of getting to know Freda’s family, you decided to take the next step and show yourself to them. With your permission, Freda told them of your unique condition, and with enough prepping, you finally revealed your scales to them. 

- They were surprised when you showed them your white scales, and for a moment, you prepared to face rejection and run out of the house, but then you were surprised by their acceptance. They welcomed you wholeheartedly and praised the beauty they did not expect you to have. 

- Their constant praising left you flustered as you had never heard anyone call you beautiful— you were used to people staring at you and calling you unnatural. But, you rejoiced in their acceptance and now felt like you were part of the family. 

- They even offered you to stay with them. You felt touched by the offer but expressed your desire to remain with Ioreth, and they respected your decision. But you became comfortable showing yourself inside their home. 

- After three years had passed, you found yourself happy and having learned much about the world around you. 

- It was shocking to realize that no one knew about Westeros and that creatures such as orcs and gods called the Valar existed. The three imposing mountains you saw in the distance were called Thangorodrim, and the graceful beings you encountered were called the Elves. It was a lot to take in, but the only reasonable explanation you could muster was that you had somehow traveled to another world.

- You would have deemed yourself mad if you hadn't experienced your new life. Feeling a kind of happiness knowing it meant safety from Jaeherys and those who sought your demise, yet also a tinge of sadness, realizing you would never know the fate of your father. 

- You could only guess he had either been killed or executed.

- After three months into the new year, Meraxes suddenly fell ill. She exhibited reduced energy, ate less, and appeared noticeably grumpier than usual. Perplexed by the sudden change in behavior, you sought advice from Ioreth, who suggested that she might have ingested something that caused her illness, having seen similar symptoms in animals like pigs and cows.

- Ioreth had a medicine, but since Meraxes was bigger than any pig or cow, she would need to take a larger amount. 

- You were worried for Meraxes, and around the corner was a celebration held by the town.

-  Freda had urged you to join in. Despite your hesitation, you didn’t have the heart to deny her invitation, especially when Ioreth was joining the party too. It was somewhat exciting as you had never attended a party that wasn’t held in your home or by your father. 

- It was a type of celebration where the people would dress up and put paint on their faces to pay tribute to the Valars, so Freda suggested you would come to the party with your scales and additional paint. 

- You didn’t feel comfortable with the idea, but when her younger siblings asked if they could do your hair and put the pain on you, you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse them. 

- Freda and her mother seized the opportunity to pick out a dress for you, leaving you with no room to refuse as they were eager to dress you up for the occasion. It was a lovely dress that complemented well with your red cloak, which Freda insisted you wear instead of your usual green one. The combination popped out your scales, and Freda’s siblings did a wonderful job on your hair. 

- They had also painted your face with beautiful white lines and designs that perfectly complemented the scales on your skin.

- You nearly mistook yourself for a mystical being and even found yourself beautiful. Freda and her family did not waste the opportunity to dress you for the celebration. 

- You were still nervous when the night of the party arrived, but as Freda said, most of the town people had dressed up and painted their faces with colors. No one seemed to have suspected a thing when you walked outside with Freda, your scales showing and everything. On the contrary, you received many compliments and admiring looks when people realized you were Freda’s strange hooded friend. 

- For the time in your life, you had fun at a party, watching people dance, playing songs, and eating a large variety of foods. 

- You mostly stuck with Freda or any of her family members during the celebration as you didn’t possess strong social skills to talk with people. 

- You then noticed there were also elves in the party. It was a rare sight since elves did not often visit human towns. 

- Freda explained they were part of the Noldor. The age of peace had flourished since Morgoth had hidden himself away in his northern fortress, so the elves would always join a party whenever a chance occurred. 

- You curiously observed the partying elves. It was curious to see them, and for a moment, your attention was taken by an elf who had braids and what seemed to be golden ribbons in his hair. He was quite handsome. His raven locks were nearly as dark as the night sky above you, and it seemed he enjoyed the party the most out of his kin. 

- When it was time for a dance, you stood on the sidelines and watched. You liked it that way since you had never been lucky to be asked to dance before, so you never truly learned how to dance. Unknowns to you, you had caught the attention of the elf with the golden ribbons. 

- Fingon, the energetic Noldor prince, had joined the party upon change, wanting to escape the court and his duties for one night. He enjoyed parties, and the Edain always knew how to throw an interesting one. He felt pity he couldn’t celebrate it like he used to with his siblings and cousins, but as long as it took his mind away from the darker things of the world— it was enough. 

- He was in the midst of conversation and drinks with some friends till his gaze landed upon you. He nearly didn't believe his eyes. To him, you were drop-dead gorgeous. The red cloak made you stand out, but the white paint and the scale resembling stones that adorned your skin sparkled like diamonds. It was like Aule himself had dressed you in the earth’s finest jewels, and if it weren't for your rounded ears and your somewhat ordinary demeanor, Fingon might have mistaken you for a beautiful princess or even a Maia.

- Fingon was teased when his friends caught him staring at you and told him to go talk to you since he was clearly captivated by you. 

- He only laughed them off but decided to follow their advice and approach you. 

- You were startled when he suddenly came to you, and with his gentle yet teasing voice, he started talking. 

- “Now, what would a lovely maiden like yourself be doing here all alone while others have fun dancing? Is the party not to your liking?” Fingon questioned teasingly. 

“No… it's just,” you hesitated to answer. Fingon was captivated by your quiet yet soft voice and even more when he saw your violet eyes. 

“I’ve never been much of a dancer, and I enjoy watching others having fun,” you finally answered. 

- Enamored, Fingon continued conversing with you, complimenting your appearance. While you were somewhat charmed by his praise, you couldn't help but tease him. He was one head shorter than you, something you didn't expect when he approached you. He seemed a lot taller in the distance. 

- Fingon found your shyness and wit endearing, and he continued to keep you company. He introduced himself, mentioning that he was the first prince of the High King Fingolfin.

- “I’m (Name), the daughter of the ki—” you quickly stopped, realizing what you were about to say. Fingon introduced himself in a manner familiar to those in the court that the etiquette came back naturally to you.

Fingon looked at you curiously. 

“Just (Name), daughter of a simple man,” you fixed yourself with a fake smile. 

- Luckily, Fingon seemed to have bought it, and you two then spent a fun night together, talking and joining some games. It was perhaps one of the only times you did not wish for a party to end. 

- When the night came to an end, you two bid farewell to each other. Fingon felt shame that he had to leave so soon after meeting you. He would have enjoyed getting to know you more and then placed a kiss on the back of your hand as a goodnight. Your poor heart nearly exploded out of your chest by the act. You had never received such courtesy before, and you felt slightly ashamed that he was not kissing mere decorations on your hand but your actual scales. 

- Freda teased you endlessly when you told her what had happened and how much fun you had talking with Fingon. You tolerated her jests through the night until the morning arrived. 

- You considered going to the place where you had heard the elves spend the night in hopes of seeing Fingon again but decided to go to the mountains when Ioreth told you that she had prepared the medicine for Meraxes. 

- You took your red cloak as your green cloak was at Ioreth’s house, then made your way to the mountain with Meraxes’s medicine. You two decided you would try to give Meraxes her medicine through a piece of meat since food was one of the only ways to convince someone to take their medicine.  

- When you reached Meraxes’s cave, she was already waiting for you there. You greeted her, then handed her the meat you carried in your basket, letting her eat it from your hand and watching as the medicine seemed to have taken effect. She looked more lively and even asked for more.  

- Relief washed over you as you gave her pets, but unknown to you, someone had followed you to her den. 

- Fingon, who was preparing to leave with his kin, wanted to try to see you one last time before he had to return home. However, when he saw you leave your friend's home and make your way toward the mountains, he became worried since orcs and other creatures alike could be found hiding there. So, he followed you, only to be startled when he found you standing in front of a giant silver-scaled dragon. 

- It had been ages when he last saw the ferocious golden dragon, Glaurung, and the fact that this dragon was bigger and had wings was enough to make him call out to you and draw out his bow. 

- Meraxes was quick to go defensive and roar at the intruder. 

- You were momentarily stunned as you had no idea someone had followed you to the mountain. 

- Meraxes lunged at Fingon with her jaws open, but Fingon was quick to roll to the side, narrowly avoiding being bitten whole. Recovering swiftly, he drew his bow again, ready to aim for her one remaining eye.

- “No!” You yelled, pushing his bow away so that his arrow only struck Meraxes in the snout, aggravating her even further. 

- You then saw how Meraxes’s jaws began to glow with the familiar fiery glow. She was intending to burn Fingon alive. 

- Meraxes was protective and stubborn enough to ignore your orders, so the only thing you could come up with to save the elf was to grab him and run to the edge of the cliff. Meraxes released her flames, but luckily, you were quick enough to jump over the edge and slide down the hill before her flames could touch you. However, now you were sliding hard against the cliff wall with a far drop beneath you. 

- Your claws helped you keep a tight grip on Fingon and slow down your fall, but then you lost your hold, and you both rolled down the hill before you finally reached the bottom, surrounded by forest. 

- You both groaned in pain as you both suffered some cuts and bruises, but then you recovered when Fingon picked himself up and urged you to come with him before your dragon could find you again. 

- You were quick to explain that she was your friend and she only attacked because he was an intruder to her territory. Fingon was confused, and you had to go into details about how she was your steed and that you had her since childhood. 

- He only seemed more confused, questioning why you would want to harbor a creature of Morgoth. 

- You then explained that she was not one of Morgoth’s creatures and that you both were from somewhere where dragons were common and could be received as steeds. You then revealed that the scales on your skin were no decor but actual scales, things you had been born with. 

- Fingon seemed to believe you since he did saw how you used your claws to slow down the fall. 

- To your frustration, you found yourselves on the other side of the mountains, far from the town and other people. Fortunately, you were gifted with a keen sense of smell, so you began leading Fingon back to the other side by following the scent of people. Despite the long walk and climbing, you didn't deem it safe to summon Meraxes. She would most likely try to kill the elf again if you did. 

- Fingon started questioning about your origins and everything related to Meraxes and your scales.

- You tried to answer all his questions and assure him that you were not in league with Morgoth and that you came from a different place, a place he would most likely not find on maps.  

- It took you half a day to finally find your way back to the other side, but before Fingon could leave to join his kin, you stopped him and pleaded with him to remain quiet about you and Meraxes. 

- Fingon felt conflicted as it was one of his duties to tell what was happening on his father’s lands, but then you told him how you and your dragon had already lived three years without an incident and that you had nowhere else to go if you and Meraxes got chased away. 

- You begged and even told him you would do anything as long as you could stay in your new home. 

- Fingon felt a tug in his heart as you were sincere and looked like you were on the brink of tears. You saved him from the dragon but also loved the said dragon enough that you would choose to leave with it rather than abandon it. 

- It was a complicated situation, and all he could tell you was he would let you know what he would decide to do with the knowledge and then left. 

- Anxiety and troubled thoughts had haunted you ever since that day. 

- It had only been three days since the incident, and you were already considering packing your things and leaving with Meraxes while you still had the chance. Ioreth tried to comfort you after hearing about the incident, but nothing seemed to work to calm down the paranoia that cribbled you from within. 

- The thoughts became more terrible, and you started beating yourself for allowing such a mistake to happen. 

- It even got to the point where you ended up with a manic panic attack and started scratching the scales off your arm, trying to trim them away. 

- The lingering hatred you felt towards the scales resurfaced, driving you to scratch at them until the ground was covered in white, bloodied scales, and your arms were left bleeding from the numerous cuts and spots where the scales had once been.

- You would then silently cry and then clean up the mess before Ioreth could notice and get worried for you. 

- With Fingon, he struggled to decide what to do. On one hand, he knew he shouldn't keep something like this hidden from his father and people. However, upon further reflection, he realized he didn't want anything bad to happen to you. Dragons were primarily associated with Morgoth, and given your half-dragon nature, it was likely that you would be ostracized or even chased away if the people learned about you.

- Fingon could tell that you were not lying about the things you said, and he felt a little awful when he remembered the desperate look on your face. Would he only be damning your life if he told your secret? You had not done anything suspicious yet, so maybe…

- Shaking his head, he then came to a difficult decision.

- After the fourth day, as you were helping Ioreth do some stitching, Fingon came to visit you. You were surprised as he had come alone and not with a mob of people like you had first expected. 

- Fingon suggested a deal since you did save him from your dragon’s flames and helped him return to his kin. He would keep silent about you and your dragon, but to ensure nothing unexpected would happen, he would come to visit and monitor you. 

- You accepted the deal without a second thought. It felt reasonable to you and it meant you got to stay with Ioreth. 

- Fingon then began asking questions. He inquired about your homeland, your parents, and the reason for your stay in Hithlum. You answered honestly, sharing details about your background but omitting the parts about Westeros being in another world, your royal status as a former princess, as well as the circumstances involving your cousin and your need to escape.

- He also had strange questions, like if you could breathe fire and fly. They were the only questions that baffled you, but since Freda had asked similar questions on your first meeting— you were not bothered by them. 

- You could not breathe fire to your knowledge, neither were you born with wings. The only special features you had were that you could see very well in the dark, had a keen sense of smell, and were physically stronger than an average man. 

- The day went by quickly, with you answering his questions about you and Meraxes until it was time for him to depart. You thanked him continuously, trying to show gratefulness for his decision to keep your secret. 

- He seemed sincere and told you to expect him to come for another visit soon enough before sending him off. 

- The heavyweight from your mind was momentarily lifted. You were good at telling when people were lying, and Fingon was sincere through and through, so you did not have to worry if you could trust him. 

- He visited once a week. Fingon questioned a lot about Meraxes and then about you. It seemed like he was trying to monitor your every move, but he quickly softened up, and you two started talking about yourselves. Well, you mostly listened to him talk about his life and what his family was like. You had very few good things you wanted to share with him, and you did not want to ruin the good mood he often brought with your sad life. 

- You did fill out his curiosity when he asked about Meraxes and why she was so protective of you, and he seemed to have possessed some pity for the dragon when you told him how her previous rider died on her back. 

- However, you decided letting the two meet each other again wasn’t a good idea, especially after what happened last time. You did suggest that Fingon would leave you a glove or something with his scent on it so you could try to get Meraxes used to it and avoid further incidents. Reluctantly, he agreed to the plan for the greater good. Unfortunately, Meraxes proved to be difficult, only growling at the scent and huffing away when you tried to tell her not to harm the elf next time.

- An unusual friendship was born between you and Fingon. His warm and forward nature made you eager for his visits, and you started asking more about Middle Earth and news around the world. 

- One day, you dared to ask him if he could bring books and teach you his language. You held love toward languages and thought his people’s language sounded beautiful. 

- When he agreed, you were gleaming with joy. It was perhaps the first time Fingon saw you smile openly, and he thought your excitement was adorable. 

- You immediately started reading and learning when he brought you the books and took it as a little personal challenge to surprise him with your linguistic skills. You have always been a quick learner when it came to languages. 

- Then Freda suddenly came to visit when Fingon was there. She was quick to take a protective stance when she saw him and realized he knew about your scales and even threatened to beat him up if he dared to do anything foul to you. 

- You had to calm her down, though you felt touched that she came to your defense. She then gushed and teased you about your new friendship with the elf. She even teased if you had a growing crush on the elf. 

- You profoundly apologized to Fingon for the encounter, but he only smiled. He found it admirable and complimented you having a good friend. It made you somewhat happy because it proved Freda was one of the first true friends you ever had. 

- When you told him you had never seen much of the world around you except on Meraxes’s back, he suggested you two would go on an adventure together. 

- The idea made you fearful as you had never dared to venture the lands on foot. You also felt a bit embarrassed since you had flown for most of your life and didn't know how to ride a horse.

- Fingon did not tease you when you told him. He encouraged you and assured you that you would be fine with him around. No one will dare to harm you in his presence. 

- The voices in your head said no to the offer, but wanting to see the world at least once, you agreed. 

- Your body was shaking and nearly refusing to leave the house when the day arrived. Ioreth helped you pack necessities, but it was like your conscious and body wanted to stay in the safety zone, pushing all kinds of thoughts into your head. You nearly changed your mind until Fingon arrived on his horse, and you managed to compose yourself somehow.

- You felt excited when you climbed behind him on his horse, and he took you farther from the town. It became easy letting him ride you around, and you finally saw things beyond the borders of the town. 

- Fingon showed you all the beautiful sights of Hithlum. The fear and the blood rush calmed down as you were awed by the sights and things you never saw in the sky. 

- However, you would start shaking when Fingon would pass some other towns, and people would look at you. You were covered in your cloak, so they most likely looked at you because of the height difference between you and Fingon. You were one head taller than him. You might have also held a bit too hard on him during your shaking episode and felt embarrassed when he gently asked you to ease your grip around his waist. 

- You two then arrived at a good picnic spot and challenged each other in fishing. Fingon dared if you could catch a fish with your bare hands, and you accepted since you did have a quick reaction and keen senses. 

- However, when you pulled up your sleeve and focused on the small shadows in the water, Fingon noticed the state of your arm. He saw how it was covered in small cuts and appeared to have missing scales. The redness of your skin concerned him, as your arm looked like something had scratched it hatefully.

- You then tried to snatch the fish from the water. You got a hold of the fish and pulled it out, but it then slipped out of your hands and fell into the water. 

- You two laughed about it, and then Fingon tried to inquire about your arm. Your behavior changed as you explained you had a little incident and covered your arm. Nothing he needed to worry about. 

- Fingon felt suspicious of your words but pushed it back as you two then had a picnic and watched the stars when the night arrived, having planned to stay the night outside. 

- Fingon introduced you to most of the constellations and explained how Varda was the goddess who created the stars. You listened attentively, enjoying the stories and the sound of his voice. 

- When Fingon mentioned the life he still had with his family in Valinor, you felt a small rush of courage and decided to share more details about your past life. 

- You shared what kind of person your father was and how you were abandoned at birth by both your father and birth mother, and the only person who took you in and raised you was your father’s first wife. How most people treated you and how you were always known as your father’s half-monster daughter and the only surviving child out of all his other dead half-monster children. 

- Fingon was first surprised to learn you used to be a noble lady, but then he threw a few jokes and called you ‘my lady’ 

- You did not correct that you were actually a princess and found humor in his jokes. 

- You then revealed the true reason why you left your home, and Fingon felt sympathy for you, sorrowed how much hardship you had faced even though you were one of the most gentle-hearted people in his eyes. 

- He comforted you, and you found yourself surprisingly relieved for sharing. You two then spent the night sleeping against the tree till morning finally arrived. Unfortunately, trouble arrived right at the crack of dawn. 

- Fingon was still soundly sleeping till his ears picked up growling above him. He opened his eyes and looked up, seeing Meraxes snarling and glaring down at him with fury in her golden eye. 

- “Well, I hope you are here to apologize for the last time,” Fingon said before closing his eyes again. 

- You woke up to Fingon’s screams as your dragon dragged him by his foot. 

- You quickly acted, running up to him and grabbing his hands before Meraxes could pick him up and swallow him whole. 

- “Meraxes! Let go!” You yelled as you ended up playing tug war with your dragon, your elf friend being the rope. 

- Meraxes ignored your orders, even when you tried to yell in high valyrian, so you then took out your claws and smacked her hard enough in the snout that she finally let go of Fingon’s foot. 

- You both fell to the ground, but you quickly stood protectively in front of Fingon when your dragon tried to attack him again. You prevented her from getting past you and tried to tell her off. 

- She growled at you. You finally had enough and snarled back at her, revealing your teeth and warning her off. Meraxes finally took you seriously and backed away, releasing crumbles and glaring at Fingon. 

- You sighed in relief and started apologizing to Fingon for the mess. You were so eager to go on a trip with him that you had completely forgotten to tell Meraxes. She most likely thought he was trying to kidnap you or something. 

- Fingon tried to calm you down and assure you he was not angry, but you dismissed it, having been unable to keep Meraxes out of trouble and nearly getting him killed for the second time. 

- You then decided it was for the best that you two went home and flew back on Meraxes, feeling upset about the whole ordeal. 

- The next week felt excruciating, and you started dreading the next day when Fingon was supposed to visit. What if he hated you now? What if he deemed you were unsafe to keep around, and now he would bring people to chase you out? Why can’t you do anything right? 

- Those questions kept haunting you and nearly drove you mad. You did not dare to face Fingon again, but you also wanted to have some kind of answer to what he thought of you now. You did not want to lose the friendship you had with him. You liked being with him, and the thought of him hating you made the feeling worse. 

- You looked at your scales, and the looming sense of self-hatred returned. If only you had been born without them, perhaps you could have lived a normal life.

- Your heart began to pound painfully against your chest, and your breathing became frantic as you started scratching the scales again, desperate to remove them from your skin.  

- The scales dropped to the ground, and your arm began to bleed from the cuts you gave yourself from your claws. Your arm was burning with pain, but you ignored it and even started scratching your other arm out of its scales. You were too deep in your panic to notice someone approaching you. 

- Fingon tried to call out to you, but when you ignored him, he then grabbed both of your hands, forcing you to stop and look at him. 

- He gently calmed you down from the panic attack, but you looked away, pleading him not to look at you. 

- He comforted you and then begged you to tell him what drove you to hurt yourself. He continuously assured you he was there to help, but he wouldn’t be able to if you didn’t tell him. You couldn’t take it anymore and started sobbing, confessing to everything.

- You told him what kind of life you lived as the half-monster princess, how you lost your beloved mother when you were sixteen, how you killed the knight who killed her, how uncaring your father was of her, and how you were punished living in isolation, how your birth mother isolated you from your only friends, how your father committed more atrocities and how he was the reason you were born like this. And the last thing he did was to tell you to run away before your cousin could find you and kill you for being a monster. 

- You had no one else to turn to, and your half-monster side still prevents you from finding happiness. 

- Fingon listened to you while caring for your arms, cleaning them, and adding healing ointment given by Ioreth after telling her what had happened. He gently bandaged your arms. 

- He was nearly driven into tears by your story and how you possessed such self-hatred that you would even harm yourself. 

- He now understood why you were so scared of the world around you and why you always wanted to keep yourself hidden. 

- You then asked him not to hate you, as you genuinely liked him and wanted to keep him as a friend. He was one of your only friends besides Freda. 

- He comforted you that he never hated you in the first place and that what happened with Meraxes was an accident. Maybe the two were never fated to get along in the first place. 

- He then did something surprising and embraced you. He comforted you and assured you that he would never hate you just because your dragon doesn’t like him. He then kept telling you that being born unique did not make you a monster and that you were deserving of love and friends. 

- He also told you he knew people who looked normal yet were just as terrible as monsters. Compared to them, you were innocent as a dove. 

- You nearly couldn't understand his words, but the feeling of comfort in his arms was enough to make you hold on to him and cry. 

- Fingon then held you and did not allow you to leave till you had shed all the pain and tears you needed. 

- Fingon shared what happened with Freda, and the latter then forced you to live in the town with her family for the time being. The two believed you needed company and care so that you would not try to hurt yourself again. 

- It helped a little to improve your state of mind, and Freda’s family refused to let you go out, insisting you stayed inside until your arms were healed. 

- Fingon started visiting you more often, bringing elven remedies and helping you care for your arms. Even though you had the qualities of a dragon, you were still very human and thus vulnerable to infections. Fingon wanted to make sure you recovered without falling sick. 

- But since you opened up about your past and cried all the bottled emotions you had held back over the years, you became lethargic, thus making you smile became more challenging. 

- Fingon asked Ioreth and other healers what he could do to help you recover in mind and spirit, and one thing he learned was that music was a good remedy to heal someone from a depressive state of mind, so he decided to sing to you. 

- You became captivated by his singing voice and music, and it did help you become more lively. 

- Under his care, you started to look after yourself more, and to ensure you would not scratch yourself again, you trimmed your nails and claws. They would grow back, and that way, you assured Fingon you would not try hurting yourself again. 

- Although you still had the habit of picking scales off your skin, but not bad enough to cause injuries. 

- You even started going out again, mostly to visit Ioreth and Meraxes, though you were still upset with her for the incident. 

- You even started ignoring your beloved dragon, confusing her. She once came near the town to see you and was startled when you angrily told her to return to her cave. However, you soon felt awful for snapping at her and apologized to her. 

- You felt a little ashamed from the constant care by Freda and Fingon. In your home, such attention might have labeled you as short-tempered and overly emotional. Those were the traits you did not like sharing with your father. 

- But then you began to notice something within yourself when you continued listening to Fingon’s music or looked forward to his visits. 

- Your arms had gotten better thanks to him. The cuts had healed, and by the next month, your arms began to grow new scales. 

- Fingon was gentle with you and was always happy to play you a new song. His care and willingness to still come visit sparked something within your heart. 

- You two even got more things to talk about when you had told him your past, and the elven prince seemed not to have changed much, even throwing jokes and treating you like royalty. 

- It felt too weird to be regarded as a princess again, so you asked him to treat you normally, and he respected your wish. Although he did boast how he was right since you being a princess was his first impression of you. 

- Fingon somehow managed to keep you flustered, and it soon became obvious enough that you were falling for him. 

- You denied it at first. You did adore him as a friend, but falling in love with him was too far of a stretch. You were blessed enough not to have him hate you for his two near-death experiences, but having him fall for someone like you was simply an impossible fever dream. 

- Freda became excited when you shared with her about your feelings for Fingon and regretted it because now she was pestering you to go forward with them.

- You refused, and she said you were taking things too pessimistically. You should at least try to see if he had an ounce of interest in you. 

- Freda had a good way with words, so you became haunted by the thought and started observing Fingon when he visited you. 

- He seemed like always, and when you started taking walks outside the town, he was gentle with you and tried to keep up a good mood. You always listened because you enjoyed hearing him talk about random and mundane things, and he also started saying positive things about you. 

- He continued how you had many useful perks, such as a keen sense of smell, so you could always find misplaced things, could see in the dark so light was a never problem for you, and the scales being a natural armor for you, protecting you from small things like flies and mosquitoes who loved to bother everyone. That part made you laugh because you never really had a problem with mosquitoes. 

- His positive talking helped you to see yourself in a better light, though not fully removing the years of hatred you accumulated. 

- And to your startle, you noticed signs that he might be interested in you romantically. 

- You didn’t know how to handle that information. In a small part of your mind, it made you feel happy, but in others, it gave you new fears. 

- After being constantly pestered and advised by Ioreth that you should grasp happiness when it's offered to you, you decided to make a bold move and ask Fingon if he could take you on another adventure.

- You reasoned that revealing your past to him helped relieve the heavy weight from your chest, and you were also tired of living in fear all the time. You wanted to experience all that life had to offer before the end of your time.

- Fingon excitedly agreed, but he questioned if you were comfortable with the idea as he wanted to avoid pushing your limits. 

- You assured him that you wanted it. You did not want to keep hiding all the time. You just needed to assure Meraxes this time and ensure she would not jump to conclusions. 

- Fingon then insisted he would come with you to see her, to show her he was not a threat to you. You felt hesitant, but to your surprise, your dragon did not try to kill him in sight when you two came to visit her. 

- She did glare at him and crumbled while you told her of your plans, but she didn’t try anything and allowed you to leave without an issue. 

- It was a surprising change, but then you figured she must have changed her attitude so you wouldn’t get upset with her and ignore her like last time. 

- She was a stubborn old lady, but she always cared deeply for you. She was perhaps that overprotective, stubborn mother figure in your life– wanting to keep you safe from everything and making it hard for you to try new things. 

- You and Fingon then went on another adventure. You still became nervous at the sight of people, but now you felt less afraid at the thought of traveling. 

- Fingon showed you new places and even took you to see his home, which you thought was beautiful. 

- At the end of the day, when Fingon escorted you back home. You had contemplated about your feelings for him and finally decided to confess. You believed it was best to let him know than to hide them since you had done it for most of your life. 

- You stopped Fingon beneath a tree and told him of your feelings. How you had grown to adore his free yet gentle nature, how he had helped you see good in yourself, and how you had become less afraid of the world thanks to him. 

- You loved the sound of his voice, and his presence was like that of a warm sun. The world had become less dark to you when he arrived in your life. 

- You understood if he only saw you as a friend and then prepared to face rejection. 

- But instead of rejection, Fingon smiled and told you he accepted your feelings. He confessed that he had loved you since day one. 

- He then went far as to kiss the back of your hand like he did when you first met, making your poor heart pound with fluster before telling you he would be honored to court someone like you, a maiden with diamonds embedded on her skin. 

- You began crying, not out of sorrow or anger, but for the first time, in joy. You had found someone who loved you in return. 

- That night went like a breeze, but it was one of the happiest nights of your life.

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