#gil galad headcanon

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: Sugar Daddy | He Gives Me All His Money

Headcanon: Feanor, Curufin, Fingolfin, Turgon, Gil Galad, Glorfindel

A/N: A continuation of my modern AU series. Got a bit bored with doing the CEO AU for all the characters since it was repetitive. This is what happens when I get smacked all week by the NSFW stick and listened to Sugar Daddy by Herbie. These were super long, so more content to enjoy.

Warning: smut, mentions of breeding and impregnating

Feanor

↬ He’s stern like his son when it comes to the contract signed between you both and doesn’t like the idea of breaking it for anything. He understands that it’s his job to take care of you and provide all your wants and needs but he does demand things in return.

↬ Feanor isn’t going to outrightly tell you that he’s lonely and missing the comforts of his wife, but he’ll demand that you give him quality time. His best way of quality time is travelling around the world and going to events — being between the sheets and taking out his loneliness on you.

↬ Being the owner of the largest and most successful jewellery company, you are going to be decked out in the finest jewellery his company has to offer. Only the best for his baby girl/boy and he wants you in the finest wear as well.

↬ You have you own set of credits cards that always feel hot and heavy in your pockets. He does expect you to not worry about the price of things because he can afford.

↬ Not so serious about whether you’re doing well in your studies or job since in the beginning he’s focused on him. Later, as the relationship progresses, he will crack down on your achievements, wanting to know your area of expertise.

↬ Proud to show you off and does not hide the fact that he’s seeing someone new and younger. It’s his way of making it clear that despite having seven children, he can still perform and has what it takes to be an eligible bachelor again.

↬ Possessive and makes you wear necklaces and rings with his initials, furthermore, a big fan of PDA and will sneak into your changing room while the assistant is outside to fuck. Can, will and he did finger you at a family dinner while having a stare-down with his brother who knew what was taking place and was disgusted.

↬ The first time he took you to bed, he had you questioning if he was the age he carried and how could he still perform so well. Pillowtalks were always a challenge with Feanor because he’s Mr I Have Too Much Pride and ‘I Don’t Need To Talk About My Feelings, I’m Fine’.

↬ Another sugar daddy who obviously has a breeding kink and talks about there being room for more. If you have seven children, you don’t need more. Try telling that to him, it earned you being in bed for a whole day and calling in sick.

Curufin

↬ He’s very serious about the contract the both of you have signed when it comes to him being your sugar daddy. You give him good grades and passing, and he rewards you with all the splendid jewellery from his company and trips around the world.

↬ For him, the contract holds a lot of weight in the intimacy department, and he gives that when you perform well in your studies/work or when he’s in the mood.

↬ He’s not really one to look for a relationship while being your sugar daddy, it’s strictly business and intimate pleasure without the personal feelings, so don’t expect to have pillowtalks or personal conversations when he takes you out for dinner.

↬ Very private about his life, the most you got out from him is that he has six brothers and a son to his first and only wife. Made you understand why he was willing to be your sugar daddy — he was lonely and yearned for company but didn’t know how to outrightly say it.

↬ He loves to take you out on dinners though, mostly to show you off and grant you extravagant gifts before taking you back to his house and making your legs shake. You learned that despite his stoic and grumpy persona, he was well-performing in bed, and you didn’t have to question anything.

↬ Very dominant and would never allow you to take control EVER. He’s into pet play and does have a collar made for you whenever his baby acts out of turn. Can and he will drag you off in the middle of a dinner party to fuck you but doesn’t allow you to cum and then leaves you stuffed and unsatisfied for the rest of the night until you reach home.

↬ Love, love, love to spank you and loves to use you to take his frustration out on since he isn’t into pillow talk and whatnot.

↬ Loves to have you were his jewellery when he’s taking you. Most of the time, you’re completely decked out in diamonds, emeralds and rubies while he’s folding you into the bed. Curufin does love it when you give him blowjobs wearing just his jewellery.

↬ As much as he spoils you, he adores you when you return the favour and spoil him intimately. Dress in lingerie for him, let him have his way with you and give him that special comb blowjob, maybe you can call him ‘daddy’ and watch how he’ll rethink a few changes in his contact.

Fingolfin

↬ A sugar daddy who loves to spoil his baby with anything and everything. Whatever you what, Fingolfin will get it for you as long as you ace your studies or work. Show him that you are performing and meeting the grading requirements he demands, and he’ll give you a good time.

↬ Will either pick you up from work/school himself or will send his chauffeur to bring you over whenever he has something in-store. You do have your own car because it was one of the first gifts he gave you along with a new house to live in because he couldn’t stand to have live in the condition he met you.

↬ He once brought you a necklace that had his initials on it and wished for you to wear it at a dinner party so everyone can see that you were his. Yes, he is possessive but not overly.

↬ Despite having four children, Fingolfin has the stamina of a bull and doesn’t let his age be a reason why he can’t perform in bed. Every session blows your mind (and back), and one round is never enough. Those sessions escalate whenever ‘daddy’ slips from your lips while he’s folding you into the bed like some wild animal.

↬ Very fond of having you on the receiving end of the pleasure but does not reject the offers to receive pleasure from you. Fingolfin adores it when you stop by and visit him in his office to give him a ‘surprise’. No shame in taking you to the couch or desk when he has a meeting in five minutes.

↬ The type to sit back in his chair with his first two buttons undone, whiskey in hand with sleeves rolled up as he watches you dance for him in the pretty lingerie he insists on you wearing tonight.

↬ When he’s in the mood, his ‘daddy kink’ flares up and causes him to fuck you like no tomorrow. He has an impregnation kink duh.

↬ He isn’t private nor open about his life, but somewhere in between. You learnt a bit about his family and his children, but that’s all he’ll ever let you know. He prefers to learn all he can about you from your childhood to your ambitions, and Fingolfin is extremely supportive of your aspirations.

↬ Dinners, trips, gifts, lingerie, fancy designer clothes and tuition paid are a part of his contract. He’s mostly a sugar daddy for the company because he gets quite lonely, so he does make moves to transition into a relationship if you are willing to go there.

↬ If you are a student, Fingolfin is highly intelligent, so he loves to help you study using very effective methods. Whenever you ace your revisions with him, rewards you with a nice long orgasmic fuck and when you get something wrong…well punishment is in store.

Turgon

He’s a cautious sugar daddy that sticks to the contract between you two. He isn’t looking for a relationship or anything, however, he does enjoy your presence and the company you give. Very academic, so expect some conversations in that area.

↬ Not overly fond of PDA but doesn’t mind holding your hand in public and having his arm around your waist when he takes you to dinner or any charity events. If he drank (not drunk, he’s sober), it loosens him up a teensy weensy little bit and the most he’ll do is give you a small kiss on your cheeks.

↬ Like everyone else, you bring in good grades and behaviour, he’ll reward you with gifts, trips, dinners and other materialistic items. It takes a long while for him to warm up to the idea of sharing himself intimately with you.

↬ It’s not like he doesn’t want to sleep with you, he does but a bit skittish with asking you to lie with him. The most he’d gravitate towards doing his sharing some steamy kisses.

↬ When he does, it’s a private matter. Behind closed doors and always executed in his home. Turgon would admit that he was afraid of being vulnerable when he grew to be intimate with you, but he learned that there was nothing to fear. The most being intimate with you did was remove any awkwardness between you both.

↬ Loves pillow talks and takes the moment to slowly let you know little tidbits about himself. Never thought that he’d enjoy sleeping with someone since his marriage ended with his wife years ago, and it revived his sex-sleeping drive.

↬ If you ever visit him while he’s working, the most he’ll let you do is give him a blowjob under the table. Despite being more open with your sex lives, he’s still private with the affections.

↬ He may not look like the type, but he's a gym buddy with a beautiful body and loves when you visit him during his workout session. He was the last person you would ever suspect hitting the gym.

↬ He’s the last one out of all the others to develop a breeding kink after seeing how pretty you look stuffed with his cum.

↬ Another person who loves to have you decked out in the finest wear and jewellery when he’s taking you. The sight of you looking so well-taken care of spurs him into overdrive. The urge to suddenly bask you in ultimate pleasure takes over and leads him into spending hours between the sheets.

↬ A big fan of bathtub sex, especially when there’s a romantic setting – flowers, candles, lighting, wine/champagne.

↬ As much as he attempts to repress his desire to sleep with you, he’s pleased when you don’t push him away and equally return the pleasure. He’s not entirely sure if he wants the relationship between you two to go any further but he knows that he’s enjoying the renewed contract between you two.

Gil Galad

↬ He’s a very fun-loving and enthusiastic sugar daddy who loves to spoil you whether you do a good job at your studies or not, but he prefers if you do. Gil Galad is more of a sugar daddy for the sake of looking for a relationship because he’s tired of being lonely.

↬ So as much as he’s spoiling you with all the jewellery and expensive trips around the world, he’s craving the personal intimacy of just spending time with you. He treats every moment with you as if you’re together officially and he hopes that one day you can see that.

↬ Gil Galad wants to hear all about your accomplishments and aspirations so he could push you to the limit and assist you with getting there. He doesn’t care how expensive the end result is, he’ll blow his bank account on you (he loves you).

↬ He really isn’t fond of using sex to get closer to you like other sugar daddies. Wait, let me explain — does he want to sleep with you, yes he does. But is it of great importance to him — not really on his list of priorities. So, he rather hear you confess your feelings to him and want to make the relationship intimate.

↬ When that happens he wouldn’t immediately jump into sleeping with you, by taking the opportunity to change the way he spoils you.

↬ A lot more affectionate, so more hand holding and kissing on the cheek or if you’re bold, he’ll pull you in for some hot kisses in public. He doesn’t mind PDA at all. A hand is always around your waist or shoulder, and he has the habit of playing with your bracelets and then giving them a kiss (slightly possessive).

↬ He is the type to rent out an entire boutique and then join you in the changing room for a quickie while you’re dressed and not caring about if the clothes you’re wearing get soiled. “I could buy this store and everything in it if you’re so worried about your clothes getting ruined, now do be a good girl/boy for me.”

↬ When Gil Galad does decide to be sexually intimate with you, hang on for a ride because he’s romantic and passionate at the same time. Call him ‘daddy’ like all the others and watch as he turns into a beast. He loves when you wear his shirt with his favourite lingerie underneath; it helps him to make you cripple.

↬ His sex drive is high since he’s repressed it for a long only wanting to sleep with you when things escalated and became meaningful. So, he’s tearing those sheets up when he finally has you. Be a good girl/boy for him and he’ll shower you with long orgasmic pleasure. Gil is a firm believer of whatever you give to him must be returned.

Glorfindel

↬ Glorfindel is your sugar daddy because he likes you and wants to impress you, and to him, it’s the only way to get closer to you. He does this by showing off his considerable wealth by buying you all the pretty things in life. Anything his baby wants his baby gets.

↬ He is keen on taking you to bed, but he wants to wait for you to give him the okay go. Aside from that, Glorfindel is fine with just taking care of you with the materialistic things in life. Buying you a pretty gown, taking you on trips to the Tropics, jewellery and funding all your tuitions or jobs. You need a new car? You got it. You need a house? Glorfindel might insist on you staying with him, but he’ll get you a house.

↬ Smooth and flirtatious daddy, who does not hesitate to flirt with you any chance he gets. Takes you to expensive dinners and rents out the entire restaurant so you two have privacy.

↬ Flowers every day are sent to you with a message attached and there are times he’d drop by to bring them and then take you to work. And then spends the entire ride sitting in his lap being fingered and him making some comment about how good girls get treated well.

↬ Glorfindel is a sweetheart but a meanie in bed and loves to make his baby girl/boy a teary, weeping mess, because if you’re not crying then he isn’t fucking you right. He wants you either in lingerie or nothing at all because either way, it’s coming off before the night is over. Has a thing for making you tell him what you want with specific detailing.

↬ Loves when you give him a little performance to show him how much you crave him and please, crawl over to him on your knees while he sits in his chair shirtless and in sweatpants. Glorfindel is a pretty boy, and he does love his praises, so give them to him while you beg him to fuck you.

↬ Leaves hickeys in obvious places for the world to see as he shows you off on his arms at an event. Then he drags you off mid-event to fuck in the luxury bathroom because he can’t stop admiring you and your fine ass. The sucker was dirty talking in your ear about all the things he wanted to do to you and turned himself on.

↬ Wants you in lace and satin lingerie and wearing his shirt while walking around his complex. He does enjoy doing little domestic things like cooking with you only to bed you over the countertop minutes later talking about how he prefers another type of meal.

↬ He is a young sugar daddy compared to the others so he is wholeheartedly jubilant and excited about everything you do and says — he worships the ground you walk on. Glorfindel also doesn’t mind settling down with you because he does like you.

Masterlist

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[the-writing-warg]

Something I've noticed that I haven't seen others talk about very much is this

The armour elrond wears in the hobbit is the base for the armour he wears in the war of the last alliance.

And it's not cause its his only suit of armour because in the first hobbit film we see him wearing this suit

He really went and pulled out the fancy armour to go rescue gandalf.

[tanoraqui]

so interested in whatever is going on between Gil-galad, Galadriel, Elrond and Celebrimbor at the start of the Second Age. It’s not Found Family because they’re all already family, objectively, but all only like second cousins on average and probably none of them have spent any measurable time together outside the decades-long apocalypse that was the War of Wrath and immediate preceding hellish years. How much do any of them even like each other? But also, they’re all the family they each have left (though Galadriel and Celeborn are already working on it 😉), and all for various reasons are staying in Middle Earth rather than sailing West (was Celebrimbor pardoned? we just don’t know!). They all had completely different perspectives of every major event in the last 600 years. They’re trying to build a country together more or less from scratch, full of people who also waver between “I fucking hate you for your countless crimes against me and my people” and “we’ve been through hell together and I’d die for you”, sometimes several times over the course of a single staff meeting.

Also I’m convinced the loadbearing dynamic is,

Gil-galad, Celebrimbor, & Galadriel: [3 hands clasped in a circle.meme] Elrond is essentially a baby and we’re going to look after him if it kills us (and/or any bystanders)

Celebrimbor & Galadriel: [2 clasped hands.meme] Gil-galad and Elrond are both children and it’s up to us to look out for them

Galadriel: Thank goodness I am here to guide and care for my baby cousins, even if I must do it alone (except for my dear husband)

Elrond, under his breath: Do none of you listen when I explain that I grew to adulthood at a mostly Edainic pace, and choosing to be an elf has not in fact reversed that (oh valar I miss Elros so much)

Círdan, sipping wine across the room: I can’t wait to one day tell Finwë about babysitting four of his (great-, etc) grandchildren at once. He’s going to love it.

[theelvenhaven]

Cuddling Gil-Galad

Request:  Can you please write a "cuddling with Gil-galad" headcanon. Freaking love your blog by the way and I always try to think of new things for when requests are open

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- The plus side to wanting to cuddle with Gil-Galad is absolutely loves to cuddle with you, it is his favorite pastime.

- The downside is trying to find time to get Gil-Galad to cuddle with you. 

- Gil-Galad loves cuddling in private over public, because he doesn’t want the publics unwanted opinion about what he does with his partner. 

- Though that doesn’t mean he won’t wrap his arm around your shoulders to pull you in for an embrace and to hold you there momentarily. 

- As much as he loves to dote on you affectionately and publicly, there are definitely some limits considering Gil-Galad’s status and what his expectations are as a leader.

- Gil-Galad won’t often do so in the mornings, as he’s very bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to go ahead and get his day started. 

- So if you need that early morning dose of endorphins in the form of cuddling, you most likely won’t get them. 

- You’re better off waking the two of you up early and coaxing him into it that way and not that you got him up early because he’s late for something. 

- If you can manage to get up early enough to have a cuddle session with him, Gil-Galad loves the feeling of you laying your head on his chest as he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in close to him. 

- He relaxes for a bit, rubbing your arms affectionately and moving to press a soft and lazy kiss to your forehead.

- Tempting you into dozing off, with Gil-Galad who will be wide awake the whole time.

- Cuddling you helps keep him calm and less focused on the fact that he might want to start thinking about readying for his day so early and reporting to his appropriate stations.

- He’ll instead take his time with you, indulging in his every second with you until he has no choice but to relinquish the session to work.

- Gil-Galad tends to come to bed late in the evenings, so it can get tricky trying to find what the appropriate time is to cuddle together at night too. 

- But if you ask him or tell him that you want time to be able to spend alone with him, Gil-Galad will put in the effort to make time to cuddle and spend time 0with you in the evening. 

- After a long day in court, and doing reports/papers and training physically, he is happy to indulge in a lazy and comfort filled evening.

- In all honesty this is the time of the day where you will be able to get away with him laying on you.

- After a meal and a bath, Gil-Galad loves to crawl into bed and rest his head on your chest, feeling both of your arms encircle him.

- Playing with his hair, or rubbing his back and shoulders is very welcomed and he won’t complain. 

- While usually he is content with being up late into the evening with you until you fall asleep, Gil-Galad certainly won’t mind any of your attempts to get him into a state of sleeping.

- He’s fairly easy to convince at that point if that’s your goal.

- On other nights when the day hasn’t been so long and grueling, Gil-Galad loves to lay together in bed, legs and arms draped over one another.

- Facing each other as you guys tell each other about your days.

- He adores hearing about your day, how you light up, the way you smile and giggle as he makes a joke or two. 

- Gil-Galad longs for those moments daily when work keeps him far too long.

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[thranduilswifesblog]

Thranduil : *laugh his ass off*

Gil Galad : what's happening?

Thranduil : Elrond just called Galadriel MUM!

Elrond, shyly : NO! YOU MISSHEARD!

Galadriel : it's okay, Elrond. if you think of me as your mother figure

Elrond : NO, MUM-

Celeborn, pats his back : you don't have to be shy

Elrond : YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, DAD-

Elrond : .....

Also Elrond : MOTHERFUC-

Everyone : LANGUAGE, YOUNG MAN!

[thevalleyisjolly]

Concept: Everyone’s always asking who Gil-Galad’s parents are and he’s always just smiled enigmatically because he doesn’t know himself. 

Look, he’s grilled Círdan and his mother a hundred times, and all Círdan would say was that his mother had turned up at Balar with him as an infant and claimed that his birth parents were Noldorin royalty.  Meanwhile his mother would only say that his birth parents made her promise to keep him safe and that she swore an unending oath to never betray their trust.  Which is all very well and good because he loves her dearly and she’s the only parent that he knows or really wants, but he is still curious about who his birth family is given the crown they inadvertently left him with.

Ereinion Gil-Galad arrives in the Halls of Mandos with a mission.  The Maiar who serve Námo aren’t quite sure how he managed to summon the strength of will to interact with the other houseless spirits, but he’s got a laundry list of Finwëans that he’s systematically going through and it’s getting to be a problem.  He had a blazing row with Fëanor the other day that started with the exact nature of Maedhros and Fingon’s relationship and devolved into comparisons about who pulled off their fiery death better, and everybody in the vicinity thought that Dagor Dagorlad was starting.

Námo is privately amused, but agrees to re-embody Gil-Galad since he is clearly more than ready to return to the world, and also this now makes him the problem of everyone else in Valinor.  Over the next few Ages, anyone in Valinor with any connection to the House of Finwë, no matter how distant or tenuous, learns to sidle out of the room as unobtrusively as possible whenever Ereinion Gil-Galad, former High King of the Noldor, walks in with that focused gleam in his eyes.

Eventually, with not a single Elf in either Valinor or Mandos admitting to anything despite his best efforts, Gil-Galad is forced to conclude that there is a possibility, however slim, that he is his own dad.

He starts researching time travel and Elven asexual reproduction.  Really, no one should be surprised when he actually manages it.  If the Noldor are known for anything (apart from kinslayings, great hair, questionable life decisions, more kinslayings, and shiny jewels), it’s setting their minds and wills to great workings that should be impossible. 

(Gil-Galad is mostly responsible with this power, and doesn’t even change history a little bit.  He does use it to appear on top of Barad’dûr right as the Ring is destroyed and look Sauron in the Eye and go “Did you know you’re on fire there?” before immediately bouncing back to his own time.  But since he’s not actually changing anything and Sauron did kind of burn him to death last time and it is objectively very funny, the Valar agree that he gets that as a freebie)

[windrelyn]

I should probably get used to Elrond's short hair from now on...

Special thanks for my translator EikyuuYuki ~

[sweetteaanddragons]

We’re All on the Same Page (of Completely Different Books)

@athlai for @gatesofsummerexchange - I hope you enjoy!

Gil-Galad did not want to be having this conversation. He felt instinctively that being king meant he ought to be able to delegate this conversation, and also any other conversations that would end with that bright, expectant look crumpling and then being firmly swept into blankness on Elrond’s face.

Unfortunately, Cirdan had convincingly taught him that being king actually meant that he was absolutely the one who had to start this conversation.

So he would.

In a moment.

“Elrond,” he said, for what he had a sudden suspicion might be the third time.

Elrond’s bright expectation hadn’t vanished, but it was starting to get amused around the edges. “Yes, my king,” he repeated.

Oh, hang it all.

He folded his hands on the table and leaned forward. “I know your feelings about the Feanorians are . . . complicated.”

“I’m very fond of them, yes,” Elrond said, amusement still present but sharpened.

Gil-Galad winced. “Not those Feanorians,” he said. Not Celebrimbor and the remnant of Celegorm and Curufin’s followers doing who-knew-what in Eregion; not the rabble of all the rest of the Feanorians’ followers who had shown up in the early days of Lindon and convincingly sworn oaths to Elrond and conveniently tap danced around swearing oaths to Gil-Galad that were anywhere near as convincingly thorough.

Not those.

The two that had last been seen with blood drenched swords and two Silmarils.

“I’m very fond of them, yes,” Elrond repeated, eyes sharper than ever.

“You have complicated feelings about them,” Gil-Galad said over the top of that, because he was going to hang onto one shred of plausible deniability if it killed him. “Which is why I thought you might want to know that there’s been a credible sighting of Maglor.”

Elrond’s hand tightened slightly on the arms of his chair. “Oh?”

“Here in Lindon. Specifically, last night. In the palace.”

Elrond had gone very still. “When you say a credible sighting - “

“Me,” Gil-Galad interrupted. “I saw him. Briefly. He moved incredibly quickly for a man with a limp, and considering he was armed and I was not, I thought long and hard about whether or not I wanted to catch up to him.”

Elrond winced.

“Now I am sure,” he said with intentional emphasis, “that I have no idea where an injured Feanorian prince might be trying to get to in my palace. And I am equally sure that no one else is going to see him. Particularly no one from Doriath who might happen to be visiting at the moment. In the interest of upholding that, I feel certain that any fugitives I might have seen will be gone very soon.”

Elrond had frozen briefly during that little speech with the polite blankness Gil-Galad hated. Now he was in motion once more. “My king - “

“Especially,” he rolled onward, “since by many definitions, hiding someone currently held as an enemy of the state could be construed as treason.”

“My king, I really haven’t seen him - “

“Good,” he said briskly. “That’s certainly what I’ll be telling Celeborn if he catches wind of this.” At least he’d have a good excuse to offer if anyone tried to press for a search of Elrond’s rooms; the Gondolindrim, Feanorians, and Sindar would for once all be united by the offense to their much fought over heir, and it would only be worse if anyone even mentioned treason.

“But I really haven’t - “

“Elrond. Just - go handle this.”

It was a clear dismissal, and Elrond took it as one, standing and departing with a bow.

Gil-Galad watched him go with more than a hint of uneasiness.

He stood by what he said.

But he did a feel a flicker of uncertainty at the genuine hurt he’d seen in the peredhel’s eyes.

. . . 

Lauriel caught up to Elrond before he was two paces from the king’s office. She’d been engaging in a staring contest with the king’s own guards.

Not, Lauriel thought virtuously, that she was a guard. Of course not. Elrond didn’t have guards, and if he did, they certainly wouldn’t be Feanorians because the Feanorians were of course still obeying the restrictions on them possessing weaponry.

She had just happened to run into Elrond in the hallway an hour ago and would continue to follow him until Anufin happened to run into him two hours from now.

And if anything untoward happened to occur in those three hours, she would just so happen to find that a knife must have, at some point, accidentally fallen into her boot.

Possibly multiple knives had fallen into her clothing, actually. Who could say?

“All well?” she murmured when she thought they were ought of earshot.

She expected an exasperated reminder that he did not, in fact, need a minder at all times. Instead, she got Elrond pulling her into a curtained alcove and looking at her with an expression that was startlingly young.

She saw it for only an instant before he rubbed his hand over his face and looked imperturbable once more.

“Maglor trusted you the most of the remaining captains,” he said.

She straightened. “Thank you, my lord.”

He winced. “So I am trusting you to tell me if this gets out of hand.”

Lauriel was used to things getting out of hand.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure what, specifically, she had been supposed to be keeping an eye on. She had thought she had kept the weapons acquisition from getting out of hand, but on second thoughts . . . “My lord?”

“If the wound shows the slightest sign of infection or poisoning, come to me at once. I don’t care what orders he’s given you. If there’s a fever that lasts for longer than a few hours - “

Lauriel was starting to get a little alarmed. “Who, my lord?”

Elrond looked deeply disappointed in her. It shouldn’t be possible for that look to shrivel her soul quite so much when three successively bloodier massacres hadn’t, but. Well.

Here they were.

Her mind connected the pronoun to its only possible antecedent. “You’ve found the prince, my lord? He’s here?”

Elrond searched her face for a moment before coming to some conclusion and slumping a little. “He’s been seen,” he said grimly. “But he didn’t come to me. If he didn’t go to you . . . ?”

“I’ll talk to the others,” she promised, mind whirling. “Discreetly.”

They’d lost all their healers aside from Elrond. If he hadn’t gone there, and he hadn’t trusted her -

She didn’t know. She itched to search.

After, of course, they bumped into Anufin.

. . . 

“I ought to hurl you off the palace roof.”

Maglor looked doubtfully at his leg. “That seems like it would involve stairs.”

A jar of healing ointment was slammed onto the side table near where he was slumped into an entirely too comfortable chair. “I ought to hurl you out of the window here.”

He snuck a peek at the busy courtyard below the bedroom’s window. “That seems like it would invite questions.”

A roll of bandages joined the ointment. “I ought to inform Gil-Galad immediately.”

He winced as he tried to ease the boot off his very swollen leg. “I remember when you used to threaten to go running off to Grandfather,” he said wistfully. “Really, Nerwen, threatening to go tell the children seems like a step down.”

Artanis’s blazing eyes suggested that he might want to be a little more careful about pushing her too far.

He raised his hands. “Just a thought.”

“I still don’t know why you’re even here,” she said acidly, drawing a knife and all but shoving it at him.

He winced before reluctantly cutting the boot leather. It was inevitable at this point. He’d have to try to steal new ones on the way out. “Pardon me for thinking you might want to know that the orcs are gathering under some new leader.”

She froze her fevered pacing for just a moment.

“There’s details,” he said, exhaustion starting to creep up on him. “In my pack.” Finding anything to write with had been . . . troublesome, but it had been worth it. There had been too high a risk they wouldn’t give him time to speak.

Elrond would have, he was fairly sure, but he had no right to impose on Elrond. He had seen a few flashes of Feanorian red in the city, but he had no right to impose on them either, not after having abandoned them for all these years.

But Artanis. He could count on Artanis to at least want to very thoroughly give her opinion of him before she struck the final blow.

“I would ask that you read it first before throwing me out the window,” he said, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. “Just in case you have questions.”

The knife was abruptly torn out of his hand. He expected for a moment to feel pain, and there was.

Unfortunately, it was just the pain of his agonized leg finally freed from the leather of the boot.

“Your nephew threw me out of my own city,” she informed him frigidly. “You do not get to die until I’ve had the pleasure of personally throwing you out of this one.”

His mouth twitched, just slightly. “Just as long as it doesn’t involve stairs.”

[silmaspens]

A little doodle based off of this post I read today

[doodle-pops]

Elves' General Headcanons on Same-Sex Relationships

Request: I'm torn between how the elves would react to a s/o with DID or the opinions on male x male relationships. - Anon

A/N: Hey anon, decided to make your request a general headcanon for same-sex instead of focusing on one since the headcanons would cover both. Hope you're okay with this.

⇴ Firstly, elves believe that they connect to each other through their fëa and not the hroä. They are aware that this connection is different between two mortals.

⇴ Love is something very serious among the elves, so to them seeing two persons of the same sex in love, it's not going to be a strange sight.

⇴ It may not be a common, everyday sighting for them, but they are aware of the occurrence.

⇴ When they meet the couple, they would be interested in learning how they fell in love and their story.

⇻ They would drag you both off to a private area where you could relay your love story. Giggling and smiling at how funny or romantic your first meeting was.

⇴ Great support is given to them should they reveal that it's not a common sight among mortals in their homes.

⇴ Elves firmly believe that love should not just be limited to one race or sex, but to all.

⇴ To love someone is not to just love their physical appearance, but to love their soul.

⇴ As a same-sex couple, you will have your personal little group of elves that will support you both no matter what. They are happy for you and only want peace and love to come your way.

⇴ Some elves will host a celebration in honour of your newfound relationship and give you both high praises.

⇴ If you mention that your hometown isn't welcoming of your relationship, note that they would be horrified at the treatment.

⇴ Your elves would be quick to grant you stay in their home, whether it be in Himring, Thargelion, Imladris, Lothlorien and so forth.

⇴ You would have great support from the elves for your relationship and they would not accept any negative criticism being generated towards your relationship.

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[stilltrails]

On a happier note I’ve always headcanon a small Gil-Galad bonding with Maedhros after he was rescued from Thangorodrim  There’s not much Maedhros can do, and there’s not much Gil Galad can do either, being a toddler. So he busies himself with Maedhros, the only grown-up who’s not always running around and excluding him. 

He can hide under Maedhros’s bed when his father comes to look for him, and can tell Maedhros that he doesn’t think his father really likes him, and he can make Maedhros laugh and ask him all sorts of questions about his missing hand. 

He also gets to hear Maedhros scold Fingon about “having a child but not raising him is ridiculous” amongst other things. 

[tanoraqui]

this stunning art says it’s time for my long-awaited (to me) extended headcanon breakdown of the kings of the Noldor

Finwe

Finwë was a good king, he really was. He was responsible, inspiring; he dared to trust and to explore; he was probably even pretty good at administration and politics

He led his people through dark lands to light and they loved him for it

He just could NOT apply these skills to family. Perhaps because he loved them all too dearly to put his foot down properly, perhaps because he kept hoping that in the promised land of bliss it would all somehow work out...but his family WAS politics...

And Feanor kinda WAS the favorite, but also the child most obviously in need of care so he got the attention for that too...

Finwe was a good king but a merely alright father, overall

Though he did try

Fëanor

Fêanor would've been, was, a terrible king and Fingolfin was SO right to say so. Fëanáro 'constantly traveling' Curufinwë. Fëanáro 'okay, buckling d- ooh what’s THAT academic/crafting/parental discipline? I bet I can revolutionize it!' Curufinwë (and then he does, of course). Fëanáro “if I sublimate all grief and guilt into victimized rage, I never even have to think about the process” Curufinwë.

This elf had 20 char, 20 int, and 10 wis at best, and alas the char+int made people THINK he'd be a good king when he insisted loudly and eloquently

But they and he were WRONG! 

Fëanor has only ever read and/or signed paperwork out of spite

Fëanor would do much better as that Miles Vorkosigan kind of character, where he’s close to the throne, loved dearly and trusted utterly, but not given any sort of desk job, and instead just kind of aimed at problems sometimes while everyone else sits back and waits for the inevitable, hopefully beneficial explosions

Fingolfin

Fingolfin was a good king. He had a natural knack for responsibility, practicality, foresight, complex problems and politics, and if he wasn't as naturally charismatic as Fëanor (no one was) he was still damn compelling, and he worked at building alliances

Fingolfin studied debate like a craft. Fëanor's speeches could rile a crown but Fingolfin's rhetoric could make you forget you'd walked into this room with a different position. The only one who could out-argue him was Anairë

(Fingolfin may or may not have developed entire rhetorical strategies, ie, honed the ability to be antagonizingly calm and logical, for the primary purpose of pissing off Fëanor. It worked.)

The Noldor would do entirely well with Fingolfin as king forever. He wants the job and he wants to do it well, with intelligence and care, so he would. Whatever natural talents he lacks, he appends himself to acquiring. He would even check and balance himself so as to not lose control like either his father or his...Fëanor

(the Ice was a very good time for asking oneself things like “why am I doing this” and “what could I have done better”, and he carefully maintained the habit in Beleriand, and afterward)

Fingolfin thinks he has the capacity to be calm about things but actually it’s a lie that he tells so well he convinces even himself, until he does something like completely snap, personally challenge Morgoth to a duel, and permanently injure him with his dying blow.

Finarfin

Left out of this art but i'm including him anyway! Finarfin never wanted this goddamn job. 

Finarfin wanted to live on the beach with his beautiful wife and children, and go home to his family for working holidays (working bc extended birth family). Finarfin is the ONLY child of Finwë born with a natural capacity to be Chill and not need to impress everyone he meets. (Possible other exception: Lalwen.)

Nonetheless, Finarfin rose to the challenge when he needed to, and after centuries of experience he's very good at it. He has a knack for finding the best people to delegate to, which is an UNDERVALUED skill especially in his overachieving family

Finarfin is also the only member of his immediate family who unironically enjoys reading reports and signing paperwork. It’s peaceful. Does nobody else appreciate peaceful things? (They do not.)

Also he's secretly simmering with resentment, rage and vengeance and one day i WILL write about him kicking Morgoth's ass personally, with the help of all his few remaining relatives at the end of the First Age (which wins him a few points with the still-hardline Fëanorians when they get out of Mandos)

(That said, most of Finarfin’s reputation for skilled peace-making in tumultuous early Second Age Valinor was based on him sending his eldest son to talk to the most fiercely squabbling factions, because almost every variation of Elven kindred came out of the First age liking or at least grudgingly respecting Finrod)

skipping the obvious next in line for a moment to talk about Fingon

In an ideal world, Fingon would never have been king

Yes, he was swayed by the idea of exploring new lands and ruling them in his own right - but he was also in his elf!mid-20s and still living with his parents or at least firmly under their dominion, and that of his grandfather and the Valar. Of course so many of these people wanted to get away to somewhere more independent, royalty and not! And it’s inescapably noticeable that when he got to Middle Earth, all his notable acts were as his father’s field general, not as Lord of Dor-lomin - a fief later given to Men anyway - and the great alliance formed during his brief tenure as High King was the Union of Maedhros…

Fingon could be a decent king, if he had to be, but only in the unexplored post-story way that often happens to protagonists after they save the kingdom and get the girl, where in your practical heart you know that they wouldn’t really be able to enact all the reforms one might dream of...

Because Fingon’s proper role in a story isn’t kingship - it’s to be a Hero. He climbs the dark mountain and rescues the missing prince, with a song, a knife and a prayer. He leads the defeat of the orc army and he figures out how to fend off the dragon. He is valiant and a loyal friend; all who meet him know it immediately and cannot help but love him for it.

And for both of these features he challenges the Enemy at his door and so dies, and the High Kingship of the Noldor in Beleriand dies with him

Turgon

...because I love Turgon, I do. Turgon’s natural state is to be an upper-middle-class dad, mayor of a medium-sized town whose re-election is never challenged, who often takes afternoons off to take his daughter to doctor appointments or soccer games. Turgon should get to wear the most expensive jackets in the Land’s End catalogue. Turgon, I think, was a much happier, open person before Elenwë died on the Ice, and he never forgave the Fëanorians for her death, not unto the end of Arda itself. Turgon is a cat person but he’s best friends with a dog person (despite...hiccups) (to Finrod being a dog person; not to their best-friendship)

And Turgon was a great ruler of Gondolin! 

But the only reason the Quenta Silmarillion acknowledges him as a High King is that the Quenta Silmarillion was told mostly by a Gondolindrim

Gil-galad

Like Finarfin, Gil-galad spent much of the Second Age trying to pull endlessly fractal factions of elves into a coherently, or at least non-violently, co-habitating community. Finarfin, however, gets to deal with this mostly in continuous drips and drabbles as people re-embody; Gil-galad had this problem ALL AT ONCE from Day One. One day when Gil-galad re-embodies, they’ll amicably debate who had it rougher

Gil-galad also, like Finarfin with Finrod, 100% cheated by sending Elrond to deal with the most fractious factions, because almost every elf left in Middle Earth at the start of the Second Age was vulnerable to Elrond looking authoritatively Disappointed in them. (Gil-galad was vulnerable to Elrond looking Disappointed in him, albeit not so much the ‘authoritative part. Disappointing Elrond was emotionally tantamount to a capital crime.)

Gil-galad was also very good at managing this chaos in his own right, without alienating anyone and even with generally endearing himself to everyone

Despite [checks wordcount] 21k and counting of AU to the contrary, my preferred Gil-galad headcanon is that he was Just Some Guy from Nargothrond who stepped the fuck up after the city fell. He unofficially led and represented the Noldor in Balar and then more officially during the War of Wrath, possibly while deliberately misleading a wide variety of people with a wide variety of implications about his parentage...and afterwards there was a whole public ceremony where Celebrimbor, Elrond, and Galadriel all declared him “king” and “cousin” and the question never really arose again during his reign.

HOWEVER my TRUE Gil-galad belief is expressed in @herenortherenearnorfar’s excellent fic “Five Gil-Galads Walk Into A Bar”, which proposes that no matter what his parentage, Gil-galad would always turn out roughly the same, because the Noldor (and etc. Second Age elves) needed a king and so he became one.

And he was good at it

But when he re-embodies, he content to leave the High Kinging to someone else, and simply take over managing the sub-kingdom of Tol Eressëa (where they welcome him gladly)

(Potential honorable mention: Lalwen

Lalwen, whose characterization is of course based entirely on headcanon, might be Queen of Tol Eressëa for a few thousand years, unless Finrod gets stuck with the job - but I think he more likely centers his life around Tirion, while ofc traveling a great deal? 

Lalwen doesn’t want to be queen of anything, but she’s the only member of the House of Finwë who survived Beleriand while remaining in good standing with the Valar—good enough to come home, at least. She can do admin, or at least, she can competently delegate admin. She can do politics, second only to Fingolfin in the family for it - she’s no rhetorician nor speechifier, but she has very good people skills. She wants to help make her people’s, all people’s, lives better wherever she can, and she gets along alright with most varieties of Beleriand veterans, and she’ll do her duty if her little brother asks it... But she just does not want to be the one In Charge. She’s so happy when Gil-galas re-embodies.)

And at last, the poor little orange meow-meow of the First Age…Maedhros

Maedhros is ideal High King of the Noldor, or at least, he would’ve been. First let me tropily ramble a bit:

Just as Fingon should never have been King, Maedhros should never have been forced into such a protagonist-y role. It broke them both. In a story that wasn’t a tragedy, Maedhros would’ve been the tier-1 supporting character whom the hero rescues in Act 1 and who then has a compelling but not central character arc, and at the end we know we’ve won because we’ve put him on the throne while the hero retires to the country and/or runs off to have more lighthearted adventures with their new spouse (and/or stays and marries him, @Fingon if you must.) He’s the Jonathan of Conte. The Roy Mustang. The Rhy Maresh (Shades of Magic trilogy, V.E. Schwab, strong rec.) And then in the next-generation series, he’s a Reasonable Authority Figure who’s secretly badass.

Unfortunately, of course, The Silmarillion is not that story.

But there is, I swear, a Better Timeline out there somewhere wherein they just had more time before Morgoth Ungoliant struck. A timeline where Fëanor and Fingolfin had the opportunity to test a tentative truce without the worst circumstances in the world forcing it into overdrive and then breaking. A timeline where that went about as well as expected (ie, poorly), and Finwë soon put up his hands and said, “Alright, you know what, oh my beloved sons you are both demoted; I’m going on extended vacation and Maitimo is ruling Tirion in my absence” - and it would’ve worked because Fëanor would’ve been pleased that it was at least his son (Nelyafinwë indeed, ha!) and Fingolfin would’ve been satisfied that a) it wasn’t Fëanor, who is infuriating AND objectively bad at the job, and b) at least Finwë was treating them equaly for once

And moreover it would’ve worked because canonically Maedhros is the chief inheritor of Fëanor’s crowd-rousing fire, and he also shows Fingolfin’s practicality and responsibility (and tendency to suicide in extremis), and Finarfin’s ability to humble himself in the name of peace for his collective people...an ability to build eclectic but solid alliances best otherwise demonstrated by Finrod and maybe Finwë himself...let’s mine the raw headcanon and say Lalwen’s stubborn loyalty and determination to make everyone get along, and Findis’s possession of a firm moral compass...

It’s just that, of course, the loyalty and responsibility got twisted somewhere along the way, until the moral compass was first shoved to the bottom of a bag and then tossed out entirely, while his blazing spirit carried others along with him, and the losses from that meant that when push really came to shove on humbling himself for a greater cause, he couldn’t see a glimmer of hope that it would work, and...

Maedhros vibe as a king IS “beloved, must-respected, distinctly older brother who won’t start fights but will end them”

The difference between Maedhros as king and Fingolfin as king is mostly that Maedhros has a slightly greater natural affinity for it, especially the crowd-rousing - he’s got that Fëanorian 20 Charisma while Fingolfin is rocking a mere 19. Practically, there’s very little difference - way less difference than, say, Fëanor is happy with, in terms of how his eldest son and eldest half-brother do politics and project management. But Fingolfin is just slightly more studied at it; Maedhros has had to practice, of course, but he more does (older brothery) kingly things as an unthinking default

As mentioned in another post, I like to think that being a naturally skilled healer has always gone hand in hand with leadership in Arda, and Maitimo was no exception, but Angband and Thangodrim just Broke something in him and he never used Song nor any particular craft to heal anyone ever again...until, perhaps, after much healing in Mandos.

I think Maedhros’s surrender of the crown was clever politics, but also pure practicality in that he was well enough to snark about Thingol, practice clever politics, etc, but he wasn’t well enough yet in body or spirit to handle the job of High King of the Noldor as all their fractious fractions settled into a new life of siege warfare in a strange land. But he got better, and in the wake of Dagor Agraleb, there was a conversation like,  Fingolfin: You seem very well again, nephew. Maedhros: I am, thank you for noticing, Uncle. Fingolfin: Are we going to have a problem about that? Maedhros:  Fingolfin:  Maedhros:  Maedhros: No.  Maedhros: But, weirdly thank you for asking.

...But if everyone gets re-embodied eventually, changed forever but newly healthy in it, and has until the end of Arda to gravitate toward the personal ideal forms of their lives...well, for entertainment’s sake, I like to think that Maedhros come out of Mandos very determined to be nothing but a responsible older brother, publicly deferential vassal, and world’s best one-handed house-husband...but these people over here could also use some Responsible Older Brothering...and these people over here...and Fingon doesn’t want to sit in this committee but someone sensible ought to...if no one steps up and manages this new bridge project, it’s never going to get done...Uncle, have you tried this to make the bronzesmiths and the pewtersmiths stop fighting...

One day late(?) Fourth Age, Maedhros is trying to pick the perfect jewelry to match today’s court outfit and Arafinwë pokes his head in to be like, “here, try this” and hands him the High King crown. Maedhros says, “Oh, perfect– wait–” Arafinwë is already sprinting away shouting, “No takebacks! Eärwen and I will be on the beach!”

BUT I also think that sometime in the late Second Age, the semi-meritocratic, ever-insquabbling (like infighting but pettier) artisan guilds of the Noldor, + some political philosophers, give rise to the idea of general democratic elections for high office. So it’s probably a little more complicated than that.

[queenmeriadoc]

Everyone: Dom!Gil-Galad

Me: Sub!Gil-Galad

[sunflowersupremes]

Okay but “Maglor as Lindir” AU, but where he doesn’t know. The Oath sickened and controlled him for so long that, after it ended at the end of the First Age, he developed amnesia and forgot who he was.

When he first stumbled into Lindon early in the Second Age, people thought he was lying in a plot for sympathy, but it became increasingly obvious that he actually didn’t understand who he was.

Elves are really soft hearted, and they want to believe the best in everyone, so they refuse to just throw him out. Clearly he couldn’t survive on his own, not with no practical knowledge, an injured hand, and no weapons.

Most people don’t seem to recognize him, and those that do are starting to feel bad.

Plus he’s scared, because he doesn’t understand why people are angry at him, and no likes to watch someone beg for help and compassion.

Elrond is also about to cry. At that point, even Galadriel grudgingly gives in.

They assume he’ll remember eventually, right? And then they can get rid of him. So for the time being they cook up a story where “oh you must have been a thrall who escaped Angband.”

But he doesn’t remember.

He doesn’t understand why he looks so much like Celebrimbor, or why the smith goes out of his way to talk to him so often. He doesn’t understand why Elrond always looks so happy to see him or why the healer is always asking about his nightmares.

He does have nightmares, after all, dark and confusing ones full of blood and pain. Everyone tells him not to worry about them.

They give him a job as a court minstrel, because he remembers that, to an extent, and he’s quick to learn what he can’t remember. 

Annatar is extremely suspicious of him, whenever Lindir visits Eregion. That only furthers Gil-Galad and Elrond’s distrust of the Maia.

And eventually, most people forget he was ever anyone other than Lindir. It’s an open secret, but so many years pass that they stop caring.

[thefandomstorage]

Elrond, rambling about falling in love with Celebrian at first sight: She’s amazing, Ereinion! When the light of the sun falls upon her hair, it is as if she is wearing a veil of pure light. Did you see her smile at me today? The way it lit up her eyes? How could one such as she bestow such a gift upon me? I feel as if I am wings at this moment!

Gil-Galad, unable to comprehend the idea of just casually falling in love with someone on sight: ??????????? Elrond....what???

[windrelyn]

Every time I fall in love with a couple, I search for their special flower.

An Aster will be a flower that represents Gil-Galad and Elrond's relationship. The meanings of this flower are love, loyalty, wisdom, faith, and valor.

Additionally, the word "aster" comes from an Ancient Greek word that means "star." It works for Gil-Galad, "star of radiance," and Elrond, "star dome."