#gondolin imagines

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Imagine being a legend in Gondolin

(This was born after reading The Fall of Gondolin. Pretty good book, but god Tolkien had an intense love for describing nature and everything)

Warnings: mentions of Nirnaeth, thralls, orcs, surviving harsh wilds, getting chased for three days without rest, wounds, violence, collapsing, Turgon being protective of his city, Tuor being a nice cousin, Maeglin being sus and reader being a bit shy.

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- You were known as the shadow, the ghost, the hidden enemy of Morgoth. No one knew who you were, nor have ever seen you. You were just as much of a phantom to the elves as to the orcs, who feared your wrath. 

- The elves of Gondolin learned about you through escapees, who had found their way to the secret path and spoke about a shadow, who had helped them escape from the orcs and the other servants of Morgoth. During their direst need, someone had sent arrows upon the enemy, killing them with incredible precision and causing the rest of them to flee in terror. 

- They never had the chance to thank their rescuer because their rescuer was long gone before they could even catch a glimpse of them. Those who did– described the shadow wearing dark robes, hiding their face like a walking phantom. They first believed the shadow was a wraith, taking their vengeance upon Morgoth’s servants if it was not for the arrows that were very real and clearly man-made. 

- The news baffled the elves of Gondolin as they couldn't think of anyone who would openly go against Morgoth, not after what happened in Nirnaeth Arnoediad. Most took the shadow as a madman since it was suicide to fight Morgoth alone, regardless of any skills they may possess. But when more escapees arrived at Gondolin, their views began to change.  

- Some brought more news about the shadow, like how the shadow would sometimes appear and leave food to the elves when their food supplies were running out or how the shadow would come to them and treat their wounds after a violent confrontation with orcs. 

- The shadow knew their language even though they didn’t talk much and would always leave without receiving thanks or goodbyes. It was thanks to them that most of the elves dared to venture to find the secret path and enter Gondolin for safety. 

- The elves of Gondolin began to find respect for the shadow and feel gratitude since most of the escapees were Noldoli and relatives they thought they had lost during the battle or to Morgoth’s slavery. 

- They felt assured the shadow was an enemy of Morgoth even though the shadow’s ambition to fight Morgoth still baffled them. They could only guess Morgoth had done something so horrible to this individual that they were determined to cause as much trouble for him as possible and create fear among his servants since they do not dare to linger in lands where the shadow might be hiding – out of fear they would become the shadow’s next prey. 

- They then gave you a nickname that meant Orc’s terror, but mostly, you were known as the shadow. In other nicknames, you were also known as the ghost. 

- The shadow’s identity had become a guessing game, especially among the lords of Gondolin, who made many guesses about the shadow’s past and who they were. 

- A son of a farmer who lost his family and land after the war. A former elven thrall, who in their hatred decided to rebel as a shadow. Or a woman who lost many things and decided to fight and care for the mistreated. 

- There were many guesses, which sounded reasonable or laughable, but none of them really sat right with them, so there was no solid guess on the shadow’s identity. The shadow was mostly known for their exceptional archery skills and their righteous mind to help escapees and those in trouble outside Gondolin’s mountains. 

- Some suggested they would try to find the shadow and invite them to live within Gondolin’s safe walls as they didn’t think shadow would last forever outside in Morgoth’s polluted lands. However, most rejected the idea since it would be too risky, and they knew very little of the shadow and where they could find them, but they would allow them to enter if shadow ever found their way to Gondolin. 

- After several months, the identity of the shadow was finally revealed when another group of escapees found their way to the secret path, and they brought someone else with them– you, the shadow itself. 

- They told them that Morgoth had learned about your whereabouts and sent an army of orcs to burn down the forests in an effort to sniff you out and capture you, only to be killed if you put on resistance and resistance you did. 

- For three days, you had run and used traps you had set up to fight back, only shooting arrows from the shadows upon chance till you had none left and had to retreat to another one of your safe places to retrieve more. 

- You succeeded in reducing the orc army to half while constantly chased and without rest, and it was on the last day when you used your final trap and collapsed from your injuries and exhaustion. 

- The elves who were nearby and hid in the shadows were quick to take you away before the enemy could find you and take you as their prisoner. You had helped them many times to hide from Morgoth’s eyes, so they felt they owed their help to you. 

- The elves of Gondolin were surprised by the news but decided to let the group enter and have your wounds treated. 

- You were not what they expected when they took your hood and robes away to clean your wounds. To their surprise, you were a human. Most of them had taken you for an elf since you knew their language and nearly had nonhuman skills. 

- Turgon and Tuor had a spark of recognition when they saw your face. To Turgon, you bore a resemblance to Hurin and had a suspicion that you were one of his children even though he knew the tragic passing of all of them. To Tuor, you resembled the strange man he had encountered with Voronwe. Despite their suspicions and desire for answers, they patiently waited for you to recover from the coma the battle had induced you in. 

- It took you a week to wake up, and when you did, you were startled to find yourself in an unfamiliar place and had put the nearest poor elf in a chokehold, demanding to know where you had been taken since your last memory was collapsing with the enemy on your tail. 

- Luckily, someone you knew was there to calm you down and explain what happened. When you heard you were not in the enemy’s territory or were in any danger, you apologized to the elf in your arms and released them before sitting down since your wounds were still aching. The elf was startled away and wasn’t seen around you after that. 

- Turgon and Tuor decided to come to see you after they heard the news of your sudden wake-up. Tuor was nearly excited since there weren’t a lot of humans in Gondolin. 

- You were calm and patient when they presented themselves and their questions. You were surprised to hear how highly respected you were in Gondolin. You never knew about the city’s location or its existence. And when Turgon asked for your name, you saw no reason to hide and introduced yourself as (Name) and your father as Hurin. 

- Turgon was surprised since he had heard what became of all of Hurin’s children, including his wife Morwen and Hurin himself, so he questioned you since you were told to be dead after you fell from a cliff during your escape from Dor-loming with your mother and sister. He felt reluctant to believe even if you did share a strong resemblance. 

- You confirmed what happened to be true but instead of dying, you survived the fall with broken bones. You were found by an elf, who nurtured you back to health and taught you the skills you had now. You decided to take the chance of being dead and become a shadow, being too late to intervene with your family’s fate. 

- Tuor questioned you about a dark-dressed man he had once encountered with Voronwe and if you had any relations to him. You confirmed the dark-dressed man to be your brother, Turin, who had fallen under the dragon’s enchantment after Nargothrond's fall. You knew of his coming to Dor-loming and killing the Easterling leader. However, he disappeared before you could catch up to him, and heard later he had died after defeating the golden serpent. 

- Turgon felt pity for your family’s fate and offered you to stay in Gondolin since you had cared for many of his kin – only that you remained in Gondolin and did not dare to leave since you now knew of its location. 

- You accepted the offer even though you don’t remember ever coming to Gondolin. You were brought by the elves when you collapsed during your chase. 

- You recovered under the healer’s care and began to settle when you were well enough to walk. However, despite being offered a high status due to your family, acts, and feats of defeating half of an orc army sent after you, you humbly declined and decided to join Tuor’s House of the Wing since he was your cousin and one of the only humans in the city. 

- Getting to know Tuor was a bit of a challenge since you did not often socialize with others while living in the wilderness, but listening him talk about his journey and life before Gondolin was delightful and you felt pity for those he had lost. Even he did not have an easy life since the Nirnaeth. It was perhaps an icebreaker that finally helped you two find something you can relate to. 

- Tuor was happy to help you settle and introduced you to his wife Idril and close friend Voronwe, who welcomed you with open arms. You were a bit shy to receive such a warm welcome, but you tried to express your gratitude, which did not go unnoticed. You were a bit teased, but you were comfortable. 

- Now came the challenging part as most lords of Gondolin were interested in meeting you, the infamous shadow. The problem was that you were not keen on meeting so many people so soon. 

- Glorfindel and Ecthelion, two well-known and loved elven lords were the first curious to meet you. Glorfindel was especially thrilled to meet you. He was nearly bright as the sun and his enthusiasm was rather overwhelming. But you did find him rather charming. 

- Ecthelion was calm and polite – he was interested in learning how you knew their language and how you managed to survive on your own for so long. Discussing with him was rather pleasant, so you didn’t mind sharing. 

- You were then greeted by Rog, who had taken many escapees and former thralls under his care. He was respectful toward you and grateful for how helpful you were toward those who couldn’t help themselves. 

- Duilin and Egalmoth were then curious to meet you as they had heard about your remarkable archery skills with your crossbow. 

- You were a bit shy to demonstrate any of your skills and protective of your weapon, but you didn't mind sharing how you managed to build your crossbow to shoot more than one arrow and attached a blade to it for close combat. 

- Your weapon impressed many, and your timid nature might have made you an easy target for teasing and such, but the elven lords never took it far to make it uncomfortable for you. 

- Sometimes, elves you had helped in the past came to greet you. You were surprised by the amount, and the sudden interactions did not help your social skills to improve. You were glad for Tuor to be there most of the time to help you. 

- Maeglin was one of the only ones who seemed less pleased by your presence in the city. You do not know why, but you had heard he was not very fond of Tuor, so maybe it was because you were his cousin. You had also heard that he once desired Idril's hand in marriage, which sounded weird because they were first cousins. 

- Whatever the reason, you made a habit of staying clear of him because he made you feel slightly uncomfortable with his looks and glares. 

- Living in Gondolin was peaceful, but soon you grew restless and decided to join the patrols around the mountains. You were familiar with the enemy's patterns and managed to make scouting much more efficient with your knowledge and skills. 

- Your ways made the elves curious since they were unusual, but they didn't complain since it made their jobs easier and helped them be less worried about spies and orcs hiding in sight. 

- After living in Gondolin for some time, you managed to make a few good friends and even gained feelings for someone. You and Tuor had become family in a way and you were there when Earendil was born. You became his honorary aunt/uncle. 

- You sincerely hoped Gondolin would last like so many claimed, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that something terrible was going to happen in the future. It whispered of death and doom to your ears, and from that, you knew that the peace you have found in Gondolin will eventually-- come to an end.

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Fantasise

Lords of Gondolin x reader

Request: Ok this is gonna sound crazy but…Consensual free-use kink fic where all the lords of Gondolin (that you write for) get to use Reader for one day however they please? She’s just going about her business that one day and they each get to take her aside or to their office to fuck her however they want? (Or idk maybe this has to be a week instead of a day to fit all the fucking idk. I’m not sure how you’d wanna pace this so I leave exact timing up to you.) - Anon

A/N: Thrilled to finally post this fic after staring at it for months and counting down the days. My first time posting something so daring in smut (for me), and I hope you all enjoy it!!

Warnings: female reader, smut, double penetration, gangbang, threesome, foursome, semi-public sex because it’s in a bathhouse, handjobs, blowjobs, rough sex, anal sex, manhandling, creampies, cunnilingus, fingering, aftercare

Words: 4.8k

Synopsis: At some point, all fantasies become a reality, especially those that involve assisting your fellow Lords in special ways when stressed.

“Oh God! Just like that…” you squealed as you fought to find the right words or sound to emit when a new wave of pleasure rocked your world as both Lord Galdor and Lord Rog synchronically thrust into you leaving you gasping for air and squeezing the young Prince Maeglin’s member too tightly. He hissed and groaned at the sensation of your smaller hand gripping tighter as his senior Lords took their time to fill your holes with their well-endowed member. Within seconds, his cock was being pleasured after you managed to find your bearings, slipping his tip past your lips once more. As Galdor and Rog rocked their sweaty bodies in tune with one another, it allowed you the right rhythm to stroke and suckle the head of Maeglin’s cock.

The harmonious moans, grunts and groans of the three Lords reverberated throughout the confined room of the bathhouse. A risqué place to be engaging in such frivolities, yet it was the best option for all the Lords to gather in the same room without servants muttering about the possibilities of your rendezvous. However, at the end of the day, you weren’t complaining when you knew many others wished they could be in your position. You considered your situation a fantasy come to life, and you were about to make every second count by taking all they gave.

The marble walls of the cream-coloured room supplied your hearing with the right pitches of their sounds, while yours were muffled by the assistance of the young Prince’s member sliding further past your lips until you broke free to inhale. You preferred all your sounds to be heard by only those engaging and no trespassers or wishers.

Under you lied Rog. His massive form coveted the floor, allowing your back to comfortably rest against his defined chest while his companion, the ever so delicate Lord Galdor hovered between your legs. His gentle hands held your legs future apart, only for Rog to pull them into your chest, applying little strength to prevent you from squirming away as his robust cock slid smoothly in and out of your ass. Lord Galdor was a dear to take your cunt, enjoying the idea of sampling the cream you produced which now formed a ring at the base, and Maeglin was satisfied to be included, having plump lips wrapping around his cock.

The unmistakable sound of their cocks sliding in and out of your holes left you drunk off their cocks and ecstasy. You couldn’t believe that you were taking more than one cock and managing just fine, especially with the roughness emitting from Lord Rog’s cock rapidly plunging in and out of your ass; you never knew he had so much pent-up frustration. Regardless, you were grateful because Lord Galdor balanced everything fine with his smooth and calculated thrust, ensuring that his tip repeatedly brushed your sweet spot and made your eyes cross.

All three Lords busied themselves, utilising as much of your body as you offered them, wanting to make this moment unforgettable. It wasn’t every day their close and dear friend proposed the idea of being the relief of their stress.

Struggling to keep your eyes open, the hand of Maeglin reached out to grip your chin and tilt your head to the side to meet his onyx eyes. Silently, his other hand reached out to guide his cock back to your mouth for you to swallow—his pleasure was building rapidly with the first-time experience of your warm cavern around him so deliciously. At the same time, Galdor’s fingers travelled down your legs to pinch your clit before aggressively rubbing it and Rog’s finger fiddled with your nipples.

It triggered a series of mumbling and your toes curling in on themselves as you were forced to lie there and take it. Muffled moans and groaning as you took more of Maeglin’s cock further down your throat caused the hand in your hair to tighten its grip and push your head deeper, taking over the pace. The mixture of having all holes occupied felt great on your body, yet confusing on your mind; you didn’t know where to focus. Each delivered a different type of pleasure that was impossible to focus on individually.

“Enjoying the pleasure, love?” teased Galdor as his fingers tweaked and pinched your clit. Your response was gurgled as your head was pulled off Maeglin’s cock, allowing you to catch your breath. “Of course you are.”

“Taking us well…” grunted Rog who delivered another smack to your ass, ensuring that he left his signature in his artwork.

Gasping for air as your eyes grew teary and the fire in the pit of your stomach increased, you nodded and whined in a needy tone, making all three of them laugh. You were adorable even when you were being fucked simultaneously by three Lords. You could feel your inner walls being flipped inside-out from their wicked thrusts, tugging and rubbing along their cocks, gifting you the heightened sensation of feeling the texture and hardness. All you could muster were your constant whines as the sensation grew.

“Are you close, love?” chuckled Maeglin. His voice was closest to your ear as his lips glided along your earlobe, nibbling your skin as he went. He made sure to keep your hand wrapped around his cock to continue stroking him off, knowing that he was close to cumming a second time tonight after being inside your walls earlier. “Go ahead and cum for us another time. Make a mess for us, hmm.”

The young Prince’s constant whispering in your ear, accompanied by his lips kissing your skin, Lord Galdor’s skilled fingers and Lord Rog’s timely thrusts, pushed you a little bit over the edge.

“Oh Eru! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” Gasping for air and vibrating alongside the feeling of your skeletons rattling, your free hand reached out to dig into Galdor’s thighs viciously, causing his thrusts to falter momentarily as your umpteenth orgasm washed over you. Both males slowed their thrusts as your walls clamped and tightened around their members, leaving them groaning lowly and resisting the urge to empty themselves in you right away. Maeglin on the other hand had ended his reign as his orgasm arrived at the same time as yours, splattering his cum across your hand and chest, and moved to sit in the pool to wash off while observing.

Once they recovered, ignoring your orgasmic state, Rog’s hands cupped your breasts as his thrusts quickened while Galdor’s fingers continued rubbing your clit as if they had ever stopped. The extra sensation of your walls clamping around them and the lingering effects prompted their pace to increase. The obscene squelching and skin-slapping sound as their hips met yours echoed louder and faster. You could feel both their balls colliding with your ass, heavy and full of cum to empty. At the thought of being filled with more cum, your walls fluttered.

“Come on love, come on. Squeeze me a little tighter; I’m close,” growled Galdor as he bowed his head to witness the cream oozing out your cunt and coating his and Rog’s cock deliciously. “I wish I could frame this sight forever. Look at how well you’re taking our cocks.”

“Feels so good…please fill me up…” Whining and fluttering your walls more to clamp down on their cocks tighter to make them spill faster, your pleads were being answered by their sporadic thrusts and deep grunts.

Rog’s hands left your breasts to wrap around your thighs, allowing you to be pressed against his chest as his thrusts became rougher. His lips kissed your hair, grunting lowly into it as he fucked with more vigour coming closer to his last few strokes. By then, your ass was a lovely shade of red from the pounding, urging your teeth to chatter and eyes to roll into your head. Drool escaped your lips which Galdor was a dear to wipe away before groaning softly and his cock twitching endlessly in your cunt as it flooded your insides with another load hot load of cum.

He pushed himself all the way to the base, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in your cunt as hot ropes of his cum oozed out. Shortly after, Rog followed with a louder grunt, holding you still as he buried all of him to the hilt in your ass, emptying his load and filling you to the brim. The combined sensation of both of them filling you at the same time left you feeling satisfied. You doubt you could possibly move now that you had three loads of cum stuffed in you.

Reluctantly, Galdor was the first to pull out, leaving behind a stream of cum, followed by Rog who was busy kissing your shoulder and rubbing your ass with his calloused hands. His voice was still deep and sensual as he whispered about how good you were for letting him take your ass and relieve his stress. The other two looked on at Rog’s tenderness, smiling, before Galdor grabbed a wet cloth and moved to clean up the spilt cum dripping out. However, the sight was a beauty to their eyes, seeing you consumed by them with a mark left behind.

It wasn’t long before you were immersed in the hot water with Galdor attached to your side, washing you off while the other two Lords relaxed. His touch was gentle as he pushed your hair out of the way, or lifted your arms and parted your legs to wash the sweat off. The exchange was tranquil with the sounds of the water trickling into the pools the only sounds heard as you all cooled off. It was only a matter of time before the others showed up and had their turn.

“It would appear that the three of them are lost!” exclaimed Rog while he waded through the water to the deeper end, flashing you another view of his chiselled body. “Which is odd given their excitement to the proposal.”

“One can say so for lord Ecthelion, not the other two,” chuckled Galdor. He was entirely relaxed, his demeanour already switched from the charming devil he displayed five minutes ago.

Smiling and nodding along to the lords, Galdor brushed his fingers around your nipples, enjoying the sight of them erected from his touch having abandoned the washcloth. Listening to them discuss the turnout of events for the night should the others not show up on time, he gently guided your body to sit between his to allow his hands to cup your breasts and play with your nipples. Your body melted into his at the touch as your head rested against his shoulder. In no time, his left hand slid beneath the water to cup your cunt and slip two fingers between your folds to enter your heat.

Immediately, they curled against your sweet spot, having found it after a little searching, eliciting a faint gasp from you as your fingers curled into his thighs. Slumping against him, the moment was soothing and relaxing as he took his time to thrust his fingers in and out while the heel of his palm grazed your clit. With your eyes shut and lips slightly parted, the conversation continued without your care of whether the Lords would appear. At least you were being pleasured while relieving theirs since it was the deal made.

“Does it feel good?” His mellow voice tickled your ear compared to your ragged breathing as your pleasure grew in large increments. The aftermath of your previous orgasms left you sensitive and open for the rest to flow without resistance. Lifting a hand from his thigh to hold onto his submerged wrist, you clamped your legs around his hand, forcing it to stay there as you rocked your body in tune with his rhythm. “Are you close already, My Lady?”

Nodding with a soft, raspy whine, you bumped your head against his shoulder blades, while continuing your rocking motion. Galdor smiled down at your form unravelling in his arms from the use of his fingers alone; a bit of pride welled in his chest. Bounding his arms around your waist as he felt the tightness growing, he fastened his hold mustering a small portion of his strength as you wriggled. Steadying his pace and brushing his finger repetitively, it was easier said than done, you came apart in his arms with the release of a silent scream.

As though the timing of the situation could not get any better, the arrival of the three stooges waltz into the private section of the bathhouse, already disrobed and flaunting their majestic figures. Egalmoth was the first to enter, eyes landing on your slumped figure curled in his fellow Lord’s arms, followed by Ecthelion tailing behind Glorfindel. All three Lords strolled in with an air of confidence, ready for tonight’s frivolities.

“It appears that we arrived in the nick of time?” laughed Egalmoth as he entered the pool, his silvery hair undone and cascading his body like liquid silver.

“We assumed you all cancelled, giving us the opportunity to invest a little more,” counter Galdor with a smirk.

Clicking his tongue, Glorfindel was the one to reply as he waltzed closer to where you sat. “That does not sound like you Lord Galdor, greedy.”

“What can I say? I am a stressed Elf Lord.”

Tailing behind Glorfindel silently, Ecthelion took in your flustered appearance, melting against the Galdor’s chest. Mimicking his fellow golden-hair Lord, he squatted to brush your hair out your face with a small smile gracing his lips. Both Lord gestures prompted the brown-haired Lord to aid you to your feet and guide you through the steps they were waiting to pamper you.

Briskly, yet gingerly, you waded through the water, out of the pool and into the arms of Glorfindel who embraced you with a brilliant smile. Catching a glimpse of his and lord Ecthelion’s physique and other appreciative body parts, you were surely going to end up incapacitated tonight and you had yet to witness Lord Egalmoth. Regardless, you knew his physique was also impressive given his boastful tendencies.

You ran a finger down Glorfindel’s abdomen and outline his V-line, stopping right above his cock when you heard him hiss. The devilish grin which formed on your face only fuelled your actions when you also reached out to repeat the same on Ecthelion who stood adjacent.

“Greetings to you, My Lords. I hope your time spent in my company is pleasurable.” Falling to your knees while you looked up to witness both their brows arched and lips bitten, you cast a wink and gripped their cocks. The recognition that the others were watching was long gone from your consciousness when you had two Lords erected cocks in your face.

Stroking their lengths and listening to their moans, no time was wasted as you leaned forward to capture the tip of Ecthelion’s cock in your mouth, sucking the tip before pushing your head deeper. His hands immediately flew to your head, fingered entangling in your hair and guiding you along his length as choruses of moans escaped his lips. Bobbing your head along his length as best as you could, pulled away and switched to Glorfindel’s cock, though, he was much more challenging to take like Rog’s. Getting him past your lips was easy, but fitting the rest in your mouth, your hand had to cover.

Though, to Glorfindel, he enjoyed the sight of your mouth wrapped around his cock with a bit of struggle, and similar to Ecthelion, his fingers wove into your hair and did their best to move your head along his girthy length. As difficult as it was at first, you were able to take more of him and soon, you were switching between both cocks, lavishing them with your mouth and hands. Bobbing your head as you altered between different cocks, both Lords stood with their abdomen clenched and hands in your head, relishing in the heavenly abode of your mouth.

“I would not mind being treated like this every time I am stressed,” groaned Glorfindel as you placed kisses along his length, from the base to tip. “Fuck, just like that, sweetheart—you’re doing so well.”

“Is there room for me to be included because I feel left out?” The approaching footsteps of Egalmoth padded lightly from behind as he observed you caring for his friends while he stood with a painfully erected cock, leaking precum.

Opening his eyes at the intrusion of his moment, Ecthelion grumbled a curt, “Wait your turn.”

Laughing at the response after discussing all that they would do together with you, Egalmoth sauntered over and fell to his knees. There, amongst your ministrations with his fellow companions, his lips fell upon your skin. At first, his kisses and bites were affectionate, filled with a touch of playfulness while his hands roamed your front, fingers dancing dangerously close to your mound, and parting your hair to run his fingers along your lips. But easily his kisses grew hungry, and lust filled as he grazed his teeth against your skin while he ground his hips into your ass once a finger slipped between your fold to dance with your clit.

You partially froze with Glorfindel’s tip in your mouth, tongue swirling around the head, prompting him to jerk. Egalmoth took this as a sign to proceed and travel his finger further south where he came to your sensitive entrance and unmistakeably sunk two fingers inside, crossing them and aiming for your soft spot. Grounding his cock against your ass while matching the rhythm to the thrusting of fingers left you breathless on both Lord’s cocks. Your grip tightened every few seconds, prompting impatient hisses to be emitted from their lips.

Very soon, Egalmoth’s lips began to descend down your back, his free hand sweeping your hair out the way as he made a line all the way to your ass, not without biting a cheek.

“Are you serious?” you muttered with laughter in your tone.

A casual shrug before he parted your legs, fingers still embedded in your cunt, he grinned. “Couldn’t resist something so plump and juicy,” he laughed. “Why don’t we shift towards the bench; it’s more comfortable.”

The other two, frozen in their plethora of pleasure, were abruptly brought out of their revere and nodded along, not wanting to waste a second more when their pleasure was so high.

Within a matter of seconds, you found yourself being arranged into a familiar position you were folded into, moments ago. Back pressing against Glorfindel’s chest and legs crooked and pressing into your sides, Egalmoth knelt between them with his large warrior hands gripping the back of your thighs with his control slipping away inch by inch. To your right, you were met with Ecthelion’s elegant yet, angry erection contorting towards your face to be put out of misery. Inhaling deeply through your mouth, you bit your lips when Glorfindel’s cock head rubbed against your rear entrance before he gently pressed and inched himself in slowly.

“Shit,” you groaned as his cock slid in, thicker and heavier than most, making your eye droop.

Your entire body moved as he sharply inhaled at your tightness, wondering if the others had even dared to enter. Immediately, his hands found purchase on your breasts, his calloused texture, rough against your skin, provided the right amount of pleasure to your sensitivity. Once his cock was embedded and his feet were planted into the floor, Egalmoth descended, without a minute to spare, on your cunt, his mouth covering the entire to give you long lavish licks, making your toes curl and eyes cross. “Hmm, fuck you taste sweet,” came the muffled voice of Egalmoth as he wasted no time dragging his tongue through your folds. Not one for being left behind, Ecthelion soon followed with a firm grip on your jaw as he tapped the head of his cock against your lips for you to take him into your warm, wet cavern.

Feeling a greater pressure already welling up inside your lower abdomen from the steady mixture of Glorfindel’s thick cock thrusting deeper and Egalmoth’s tongue flicking your clit, you were well on your way to an early release. All your emitted sounds were being choked on Ecthelion’s cock plunging in and out your mouth. You could barely keep up with your tongue’s ability to run along his length as he controlled the pacing, leaving you gurgling and moaning in muffles.

“Such a good girl, love,” whispered Glorfindel as he spoke with a deep guttural. “You’re taking me so well.”

As you were being used for your purpose, your previous onlookers smiled and gleamed with desire still swimming in their eyes as they marvelled at the sight. Glorfindel’s and Ecthelion’s cocks worked in sync, thrusting with a rhythm alongside Egalmoth skilful tongue on your clit, to leave you trembling, unable to catch your breath. The slick sounds of wet skin against each other, accompanies by the sweet, lustful moans of the Lords made your pussy clench and leak more arousal for Egalmoth to swallow up. What he missed, covered Glorfindel’s cock to aid with deeper penetration.

Pulling Ecthelion’s cock out your mouth and wrapping your hand around his length. You sucked in a struggled, deep breath. “Sl–…ow down…too deep…” you breathlessly stuttered out as they were getting deeper and rougher with their actions. “Hmph! Shit!”

From beneath you, Glorfindel laughed and dragged his hands off your breasts to cup your ass and drive himself deeper, increasing the sounds of his heavy balls slapping your ass. On the other end, Ecthelion rolled his eyes and slapped your hand off his cock before directing himself back into your wet cavern.

For every penetration of Ecthelion’s cock, you felt every ridge and vein along his cock, tasting the semi-sweetness of his precum on your tongue, Glorfindel’s cock slid out slowly until the tip was all that was left in. For each thrust, there was a faint stinging sensation left on your ass from his powerful hips. Whereas Egalmoth refused to be a tease at this moment and sunk his fingers—three—into your slick entrance, ensuring that all your holes were occupied with something enjoyable. The combined act of both fingers and tongue fuelled the burn in your abdomen and the pulsation in your pussy like a small, violent heartbeat. You swore that you were straight up losing your mind the more they continued.

It was difficult to keep up with the wickedness of Egalmoth’s mouth on your pussy, licking and sucking as if there was some liquid gold running out. The lewd sounds of his mouth and fingers in contact with your slickness, caused a few of the onlookers to grin as they remembered your taste moments ago. In the back of your mind, you could make out the faint exchange of laughter they released as you shut your eyes and clenched your muscles around Egalmoth’s finger and Glorfindel’s cock as your umpteenth orgasm washed over. Ecthelion was the one to slip his cock out your mouth to give you a moment to breathe when Egalmoth waved him over to switch positions.

Immediately Ecthelion slipped his cock into your heat, swearing and shutting his eyes at how wet and warm you were. He knew in a matter of seconds he was about to combust; at least he needed to enjoy a minute or two. Wasting no time and not caring about build-up or matching Glorfindel’s pace, he inserted himself and started pounding away, gripping your thighs with more venom to ensure that you were filled to the brim. The weight of his cock, less than Glorfindel’s, still carried an unforgettable signature that left your toes curling as he fucked you into sensitivity while rubbing your clit.

“Gods you feel too good,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me finish early.”

Chuckling, Egalmoth had stepped aside, wanting to have you all to himself once they were over. He moved over to sit at the edge of the pool as Ecthelion and Glorfindel went to work, increasing their pace to drill into you harder. Your sweet cries turned into hiccups as you struggled to take the brutal pounding from both noble warriors.

“Oh fuck!” you whined, dragging your sound and turning it into a squeal when one of Glorfindel’s hands reached down to rub your clit, joining his friend. Your eyes were half-closed as they were a mixture of crossing and rolling into your head. “Nghh! God I close.”

Grinning triumphantly from under you, the golden-haired Lord’s lips ran across your shoulder, kissing and biting, whispering filth into your ears to drive you over the edge. For each word that left his lips, they both felt how you contracted around them and sucked them in further with absolute want. Needing them to drive themselves in further and deeper until they painted your insides white. Your desire for wanting to milk them dry as they melted within your soft walls, enjoying the lavish massaging in return for their cocks rubbing you just right, caused Glorfindel to spiral first.

His hips stuttered as his moans turned into grunts, and his fingers never ceased rubbing your clit as he gave one last hard thrust and pushed his cock to the hilt as he emptied himself, basking in the clenching of your muscles squeezing him. Ecthelion was one to follow shortly after with the swelling of his cock being felt by you before painting your insides white as well. Both their melodic panting, echoing in your ear was stirring your insides all over again as if to have another round. And, as if they were able to sense your thoughts, Ecthelion smiled and shook his head while Glorfindel chuckled. Furthermore, the sight of your cunt stained with cum was tempting to overstay and release another load.

Fighting the urge to stay a while longer in your warmth, he was the first to gently pull out and release your legs from his deadly grip, giving apologetic squeezes to them.

“So sorry, darling. Do forgive me,” Ecthelion sweetly apologised as he bent down to kiss your thighs. “But let’s get you cleaned up.”

Tiredly murmuring something unrecognisable, he brought you to your feet, leading you to wince at the sensation of their cum trickling out and down your thighs. However, Glorfindel was sad to let you go already, but he knew before the night was over, he’d have you again. As you stood, Glorfindel couldn’t resist outstretching his hands to give each of your ass cheeks a quick squeeze. Your head swivelled around to stare at him questioningly. In return, he offered a boyish grin. “I can’t resist it.”

Now on your feet, you melted into Thel’s embrace as he brushed your hair out of your sweaty face before whisking you over to the pool to immerse your body in the hot water. And like a magnet, Egalmoth found his way to your side and pulled you against his chest. “They were quite rough on you, sweetness,” he apologetically whispered into your shoulder as he kissed it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you later.”

His words earned an eye roll from all the other Lords who either scoffed or slapped water at him.

Eventually, with all the Lords finally present in the pool with you, washing themselves off and discussing their daily gossip, you relaxed. The night was still young with many hours to go before everyone agreed that their fills were satisfied, and you were officially aware of how hungry each of them was. Thankfully with their caring nature and focus on aftercare, you were more than able to take them all over again…a few more times.

Feeling the wet sponge being dragged over your shoulders as Egalmoth continued to wash off the sweat, you closed your eyes and melted into his chest. “I don’t mind doing this more often once I get good aftercare.”

Growing content at your words, he leaned in and kissed your neck. “I’m glad that you are enjoying yourself,” he murmured while his other hand snaked around your waist to pull you onto his lap. The minute you sat on his lap, you felt his erection pressing against your back. “But I wouldn’t mind being a bit sneaky and having more of you right now. What do you say, pretty girl?”

“I would be a fool to decline,” you giggled as you shifted and eased yourself on his cock as he delicately slipped himself in, both doing your best to not make a sound as the others laughed.

“Now let’s see how well you can keep quiet…”

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[peasant-player]

Elven armor through the time's

Since I'm drawing Gil-galad In armor right know it got me thinking.

First of all movie armor is stupid.

With so many weak spot open one might think the elves want their high king death.

Anyway I couldn't sleep yesterday so I basically wrote a essay about elven armor- in my head. Like any sane person would do.

Elven armor made in Aman

It think it should be very pretty, heroic looking.

utterly useless in real combat and war. (Think fantasy armor for women)

Because feanor and his generation don't know War.

Something like this. So many openings.

Elven armor in middle earth before the fall of the trees.

Boiled leather (hardened leather),beautifully carved. filligran and light.

Bronze and Dwarven craft in between.

Reasons: Tin and copper (=bronze) is found very easily on the ground level.

Wood land elves would prefer lighter armor

Dwarven craft has horrendous prices- if you aren't Dwarven friend.

Elves in middle earth after the fall of the trees (noldors living there)

Still very heroic looking armor if you have a high enough position.

But all Practical and alot of heavy armor.

Steel, gamberson. Chainmail. The whole nine yards.

Reasons They are staying for war and orc arrows are no joke.

Gondolin and mitrill

This made me think hard.

We know that there is a chainmail shirt in child size. (Frodo and bilbo are tiny) That means there must had been an elven child wearing it once.

Probably a squire. Who then got unalived by trolls (or before and they just looted him).

Why I am conflicted with mitrill

Well hypothetical everyone could just fight in simple mitrill shirts.

But that wouldn't look good. (think very shiny onesie)

Mitrill is still a metal it would not be very breathable.

And wrapping it in clothes would be so-so. I think it would look good if one would drape some cloth over it so the shine looks like stars. Very fancy ,very elven.

So my take on Gondolin armor is

Gilded armor like this,but silver/white looking, for the lords and lady's +heralds of the houses.

for other warriors mitrill would be just used on the weaker points in normal armor like armpits neck, crotch.

You know all of the parts that gil-galads armor in ROP doesn't care about.

I think all helmets would be gilded with mitrill for the fancy look.

There should be differences in armor style like "bluing" or "tempering" the mitrill and other smiting shenanigans.

That would make some fancy and practical armor.

And I fully believe that mitrill is a very rare metal that either was just used in Gondolin or the dwarves mined it and made fancy jewelry out of it ?

I don't think that they made armor for themselves out of mitrill.??

But when somebody has more information about that topic or headcanons or anything please do not hesitate to write your own thoughts to me!!

Sorry for any spelling errors or weird sentences

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

News of Dior’s Silmaril passed further than the sons of Feanor. Morgoth too heard, Morgoth too planned an attack. He prepared forces to storm Doriath. The kinslayers got there first. When orcs arrived at Menegroth, it was already deserted. Had it been otherwise there would have been no survivors.

[lovefairymina]

“My lady it is time to go to bed.”

*me the human who refused to go to bed until Glorfindel finished his paperwork and who had fallen asleep on the couch: responds with grumpy incoherent grumbling, still refusing to open my eyes, then makes a halfhearted grabby hands gesture*

Setting aside his papers as he approached the couch, he chucked at your antics. “Stubborn, aren’t you?” he teased, gently scooping you up into his arms. When your halfhearted grabby hands latched onto his tunic while you muttered something incoherent, he smiled. “You can keep grumbling all you like, but you're going to bed,” he said with a playful glint in his eye, carrying you off as you nestled further into his warmth.

[sesamenom]

Working out the logistics for idril's mobility aids

I'm thinking she has crutches for when she's using her feet (+ a baby sling for earendil since she can't carry him while using the crutches). she can lean on one for long enough to smack someone (cough maeglin cough) with the other, but can't get around for an extended period of time with just the feet. on worse days or when she's not wearing her prosthetics she has a wheelchair and a maid to push her around.

-- disclaimer: i am not disabled, if anything here wouldn't work please tell me! --

[glorfindel-of-imladris]

Didn't Tolkien also describe Ecthelion as "the fairest" at some point or was that just a fever dream?

[aipilosse]

What are your thoughts about why and how Sauron followed and continued to serve Melkor/Morgoth? I get that Tolkien said that he admired how Melkor was uber powerful and could effect his designs quickly and easily (initially). But Sauron is also described as being a logical control freak who hates wasteful friction but loves organization and logistics? Whereas Morgoth especially seemed like, well, the king and ultimate arbiter of “wasteful friction”. He destroyed stuff just for the sake of destroying stuff. He poured his own power into the world to make it decay and eventually destroy itself. So he sorta wasted himself and the world together? I don’t know if I’m explaining this well or not but I wonder what Sauron thought of his master when he was no longer so powerful (we know he at least didn’t betray him and continued to be loyal.) At the least, he must have been hella frustrated with him at times.

I think it all began to break down after Morgoth's duel with Fingolfin.

That was the last time in those wars that he passed the doors of his stronghold, and it is said that he took not the challenge willingly; for though his might was greatest of all things in this world, alone of the Valar he knew fear. But he could not now deny the challenge before the face of his captains; for the rocks rang with the shrill music of Fingolfin’s horn, and his voice came keen and clear down into the depths of Angband; and Fingolfin named Morgoth craven, and lord of slaves.

The Dagor Bragollach had just happened, breaking the siege, destroying the realms of the Noldor. It was the result of careful planning, creating awesome monsters, and using environmental destruction to incredible effect. And then Morgoth can barely squish one noisy little Elf-Lord!

I think up to that point Sauron thought that Morgoth's strategy of imbuing Arda with his power was smart, impressive even. Maybe it was not yet evident how that weakened his own being and resulted in processes Morgoth could no longer control.

Also, yes Sauron doesn't betray Morgoth, but after the Bragollach he held Tol Sirion turning it into Tol-in-Gaurhoth. You have to wonder if one or both of them thought it would be better if there was a little separation between them. And Sauron is certainly loyal to Morgoth in the Leithian, but then he suffers a defeat that is much more humiliating that getting poked in the foot by a small yet angry elf.

I personally am now on board with the theory that after his defeat at the hands of Lúthien and Huan, Sauron never returns to Morgoth. I think he stayed in Taur-nu-Fuin, licking his wounds, haunting up the place, maybe meeting Shelob's mom and trying out some spider pets, but I don't think he went back to Angband nor coordinated with Morgoth after that.

The next time we see him, he's asking Eonwe for forgiveness, groveling, and at that point abjuring his deeds under Morgoth. Which I don't think Morgoth would say was especially loyal! I think from that point onward, Sauron is definitely in it for himself, using past connections with Morgoth for his own gain, but not holding any particular loyalty to him.

Thanks for the question!!

[theelvenhaven]

Rog NSFW Alphabet

Request: hello, for a request would you be willing to do a Rog NSFW alphabet? i love him and cannot get enough of him and was very happy to see the Rog appreciators come out of the woodworks during confessions a few weeks ago. if not, no biggie, thanks for taking the time to read this & have a lovely day <3

A/N: Hey nonnie I was so willing to a Rog NSFW Alphabet. I also don't think @saviorsong would let me live it down if I didn't do it. I love it when the Rog Lovers show up for Confession Night. It's my fave. I Hope you have a love day to anon!

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A - Aftercare

Rog is very big into aftercare. It is an important part of sex to him, he wants to make sure that you are well taken care of and that nothing is amiss after the two of you had made love to one another. He’s gentle in speaking with you, he asks you if you are alright and feeling okay, and he helps clean you up. Preferably with a nice soak in the bathtub, and with him carrying you there. 

B - Body Part

Rog’s favorite body part is either his arms or his chest, he loves how big and strong both are. He loves that he is strong enough to hold you up and fuck you against a wall, or that his chest is perfectly capable of being the place for you to lay your hands on him when you’re on top. It’s a bigger bonus after sex to have you lay your head there and just listen to his heartbeat. 

On you Rog’s favorite body part is your chest/breasts. He is a simple ner with simple tastes, and a well sculpted chest or breasts of any kind certainly captivate him. He loves how soft they are and loves to use them as a very convenient place to stick his hand while he’s taking you from behind. He also loves that they can bring you pleasure if he plays with your nipples using his fingers or his mouth.

C - Cum

Rog has a preference for cumming on you, preferably on that pretty chest/breasts of yours. There’s something so hot about seeing you covered in his cum in his favorite place. He’s not really ready for the responsibility to become a parent until there’s been a long discussion in place between the two of you.

D - Dirty Secret

Rog loves the idea of you tying him up despite his usual dominant role. There’s something about losing control and having you pleasure him or yourself on top of him where he can’t do anything about it really gets him turned on. But it’s not information he is very forthcoming with and would take lots of prying to get it out of him. 

E - Experience

Rog doesn’t have much experience, while Rog is attractive his more muscular bulky build has been rather intimidating for the other party that may have taken interest. So he is definitely learning the ropes as he goes, and really takes his time with you. 

F - Favorite Positions

Rog is not picky about positions, if anything he loves to be able to manhandle you into positions if you give him the okay. Rog will pick you up and move and bend you to his will- with your consent though. If he had to choose a safer position it would definitely be missionary or you on top, he likes to watch your breasts/chest move and play with your nipples as you fuck into one another.

G - Goofy

Rog can absolutely be silly during the act, while he knows its serious, smiles and breathy laughs are completely and totally welcome from you. He enjoys knowing you are enjoying your time together and that you are happy with him and what is happening. Rog can also be a bit immature so he really will aim to get a laugh or two out of you. 

H - Hair

If Rog had hair, it would be trimmed down but not so close to the skin. So there’d still be a bit of a thicker patch of pubic hair. 

I - Intimacy 

Rog prefers intimacy over fast paced fucking. He loves being close with you, indulging you with lots of kisses and affection. His hands wandering all over you and his mouth sucking and nipping wherever it is he pleases.

J - Jack Off

Rog has never been afraid to masturbate. While he prefers to have sex with you to give himself relief and pleasure, if the wait is too long or you are unavailable he isn’t afraid to be able to take care of himself. Let alone he takes his time to really enjoy just how good it feels to jerk off. 

K - Kink

Rog loves having you in a more submissive role, because Rog loves to manhandle you into many many positions if you will let him. He just lifts you up with such ease and there’s something so sexy about you being bent and moved about to his will. Rog also loves temperature play preferably heat if you use it on him- like hot wax or having sex in the hot forge alone. Rog also has a size kink, and enjoys how little you are compared to him.

L - Location

Rog has no preference for location, his only requirement is that it can be done privately. He doesn’t like to be watched or people to stumble on you. If the forge is empty for the night? He will absolutely take you there. Study, office, the bedroom, anywhere in his House. If it’s private it’s free game. 

M - Motivation

His motivation is you, Rog loves and adores you so much. He loves to have a good time with you no matter what it is. Sex is just another way to have fun with you and indulge in everything about you. He loves to be with you and that is all the motivation he needs. 

N - No

It’s a given since Rog is so lighthearted and all about fun with you, hurting you- spankings, knife play, etc is off the table. But another no for Rog is spectators, he is not into voyeurism/exhibitionism. This is the time to be alone with you and enjoy one another, and he would prefer if there weren’t any nosy busy bodies that were there to interject/interfere with being with you in any way. 

O - Oral

Rog loves to give. LOVES to give. He will not hesitate to dive in between your legs and do anything he can to make you see stars and bring you pleasure. You are welcome to ride his face, fuck his mouth, to ask him to go down on you- Rog will do it. No questions asked, he loves it. 

Rog doesn’t expect you to be reciprocal, but if you are reciprocal he does love to have his cock sucked. It’s a tantalizing sight to see you try and take him down your throat, or for you to suck and lick his cock. He fully enjoys every moment of being with you. 

P - Pace

Rog prefers a more slow and intimate pacing, he doesn’t want the pleasure to end too soon or to feel like he has missed out on spending time with you. 

Q - Quickie

Occasionally quickies are on the table as he knows the passion can just be overwhelming and you two get heated and fuck away. But he totally expects there to be a longer session sometime that evening as he wants to enjoy you fully. 

R - Risks

Rog is not big into risks, save that he fucks beyond the bedroom. So that is as risky as things are going to get, anything that involves hurting you or getting caught is really not on his to do list. 

S - Stamina

Rog has fantastic stamina, and he will wear you out long before you can wear him down. He recovers quick and will go for as many rounds as you can handle.

T - Toys

Rog doesn’t mind toys at all! In fact you’ll probably find that he will make some for the bedroom if you ask him too. All manner of toys are absolutely welcome and he really loves the idea of making you a really pretty set of nipple clamps/jewelry to wear while you two have sex. 

U - Unfair

Rog can be surprisingly unfair outside of the bedroom. He loves to tease you, with playful kisses to your neck, a cheeky pinch on your ass, groping hands on your chest when no ones around while pressing his body into you. He loves to know he can make you weak in the knees and rile you up for whats coming later that night. 

As for being teased, Rog can take it on the outside but on the inside you are driving him crazy. He goes crazy for all your playful teasing, roughhousing, and wandering hands and kisses. He loves it when you whisper dirty things in his ears when he’s sitting down and you tell him what you are going to do to him. As soon as work is over with he is dragging you right off to the bedroom. 

V - Volume

Rog isn’t afraid to get loud and let you hear how good you are making him feel. With lots of moans and groans and praises that fall of his lips about how good you are making him feel, how skilled you are, how wonderful you feel. Rog will tell you exactly just how wonderful you are while you two are having sex. 

W - Wildcard

Rog loves to be manhandled in return, despite his big size, he is very go with the flow. If you start shoving and pushing and maneuvering, Rog will go with the flow. He loves the idea of you confidently taking charge and pushing him around for a change. 

X - XRay 

Rog is about average length, but for what he lacks in length he makes up for in girth. Thick to stretch you out and make sure you feel every single bit of him. 

Y - Yearning

Rog has an above average sex drive and is absolutely ready to go as soon as the teasing begins or he senses you are in the mood. 

Z - ZZZ

Rog won’t go to sleep until he is sure everything is all taken care of. He likes to make sure you are both clean, and happy and feeling loved in your relationship before the two of you hunker down to go to sleep. He usually likes to wait for you to fall asleep first. 

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[imakemywings]

Anyone else ever think about how traumatizing the end of Earendil’s relationship with Maeglin must have been? Even if you imagine Idril was trying to limit contact between them, Earendil would’ve known Maeglin was family and they probably interacted semi-regularly at least, and then on the worst, scariest day of the kid’s life, Cousin Maeglin tries to kill him for no apparent reason.

[eunoiaastralwings]

Hey! First time requesting here, so I hope this one will be okay. How about Rog reuniting with reader he met during his captivity in Angband? He hasn't seen them ever since he escaped until one day reader finds their way to Gondolin. Reader is scarred and scared, but happy to see him and maybe it's a heartwarming reunion. And maybe after taking reader in, he made a habit to read for them since they had a poor eye sight so they couldn't see words properly and because they find his voice soothing like all those years ago in Angband.

Found Again

featuring rog x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

warnings slight angst, fluff, mention of captivity and torture, silm AU

a/n @animatorweirdo i hope you enjoy hun- changed it up just minor

Rog had been the forges as per usual – keeping the energy alive with his casual jokes but focus on his hammering on the iron still running through.

But the moment he heard the other smiths speaking of the lost and battered elf found near the gates of the hidden city – his voice and hammering slowly died down.

His eyes widened at the description that matched you without fail – his whole body was rigid for a moment as he let out shaky unbelieving breath.

Without another words – his body rushed out he doors of the forges his entire being bouncing joy to the depths of his soul.

His beat rapidly with each step.

Rog quickly asking for the directions to where you could be to many people – he couldn’t control his excitement today as he hastily asked and thanked him for letting him know about you – only to leave King Turgon rather confused and taken back at the head of the dinner table.

Even Princess Idril giggled at his antics as Rog was in and out the moment he heard of your placement.

His feet ran towards in the infirmary fast – as if he waited any longer his poor heart would break out of his own ribcage.

He remembered the countless nights together with you during the captivity – even though the dark and run-down walls of the cell you were the light that told him to keep fighting.

He remembered how you allowed him to hold you when you needed comfort – his strong arms would instantly wrap around you, and he would tell your great stories filled with only joy and laughter to make you smile when you were hurting.

Rog remembered how your eyes would shine every time he started telling you a story – smiling even as you fell asleep in his arms despite the pain you experienced earlier.

Rog rushed through the doors of infirmary – almost startling the healer in sights – the smile on his lips only growing as his eyes met with yours.

You sat quietly on the bed – almost afraid of the healers to touch you, jumping as the doors opened so suddenly.

Your eyes only widened more in recognition of you stood before you.

Your dry mouth refused to form words – but Rog was beside you in seconds, kneeing before you on the side of the bed – his hands gently cupping yours bruised hands.

“Y/N. . .?”

His voice was gentle and soothing – just like you always remembered it was.

His eyes sparkling like you remembered many a times – enough for you dream them.

You truly could not believe your eyes – your hands somewhat trembled in his before you slowly left then away from his hands and gently – and shakily – brought him to his face.

Though quite intimate you couldn’t stop yourself from cupping strong jawline and cheeks of his jawline – his smooth skin underneath your fingertips once again.

“. . . Rōka.”

You gently whispered – your voice meek and raspy from your journey to here.

He almost sighed in relief – not minding how your hands cupped his face. He frowned although he couldn’t deny how touch your hands on his face felt good and reviving.

“You’re safe. . . you’re here. . .”

Rog whispered – almost convincing himself before he grinned up at you excitedly.

Your heart fluttered seeing that smile again – how beautiful is was just as the day you last saw it.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’ll see that smile again – probably having to live again if possible, to see so – you thanked whatever luck you had by your side as you saw it again.

Rog stayed with you that afternoon – refusing to leave until you did was your healer instructed so.

Somethings frightened you – tools that looked strikingly like the weapons used in your captivity.

You were more than positive – if it weren’t for Rog’s comforting and familiar arms around you, you would have surely screamed and hit the healer’s hands or even kicked by self-defence – thinking the worst possible.

Rog had to even gently hold your arms sometimes – seeing how violently tried to jerk away anything sharp or crushed plants.

You had refused to leave Rog’s side the following days – thinking it was only a dream and you truly hadn’t found his hidden elven paradise.

It was as if Rog was your only strength and courage to walk through and find yourself again.

Sometimes you had even stuck by his side in the forges – Rog did not seem to mind however, rather he was excited to show anything and everything.

You were a little afraid of the fire however – so he only kept you to see the little things.

He was always looking for ways to make you smile – make you feel welcome and at home.

It was Rog who took the initiative to help you introduce yourself to King Turgon – it was common curtesy after all to meet and acknowledge your king.

Rog stood tall beside you – aiding you in whatever you needed to say or do.

When Rog heard you had trouble sleeping it was broken his heart.

“Do try and rest, Y/N. . .”

He said gently after the healer once again instructed you to rest.

“I can’t. . .”

You mumbled quietly – your voice barely audible.

“I’m scared to. . .”

You admitted.

“Scared of what, elen?” (star).

He asked – his voice was tender laced with concern.

“Scared it’s. . . all a dream. . .”

You almost whimpered.

“Scared. . .I’ll close my eyes. . .then open them again only to see you gone. . .and I’m alone. . .*again*.”

You said scared – your bottom lip quivering.

Rog’s heart ached that your words and he gently shook his head.

“Never, elen. . .you have my word. . .you shall never be alone again – I’ll never let you be alone again. I’m right here, elen, always – I shall promise you that with my soul. . .”

He smiled – promising you tenderly with an unyielding determination within his voice.

A determination that inspired you.

“Read to me. . .?”

You smiled – your eyes softly connecting with his eyes.

“I was hoping you would ask.”

He grinned – pulling out the book he was eager to read to you.

You giggled at his excitement as you settled comfortably - listening to his voice bringing you to a safe slumber.

Your lips forming a fond smile as your eyes closed listening to every word that fell from his lips.

You finally felt safe once again. . . and it was all because of your Rōka. . . finally you were found again. . .

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Okay, but yk that Dom Elves ask? What if the reader was giving them payback for edging/ overstimulating her, and they have to feel what she felt?

A/N: Well this then categorises the elves into those who would bear the brunt of the payback and those who don’t give a damn. Follow up on this ask ➳❥ Dom elves

Accept the payback (begrudgingly)…

— Feanor (because there’s a whole fic on him willingly getting tied up), Celebrimbor, FINGON, Argon, FINARFIN, FINROD, Aegnor, GALDOR, GLORFINDEL, Rog, BELEG, Elrond, Elrohir, Gil Galad

“That’s not happening/I’m going to rip through those restraints…”

— Maedhros, CELEGORM, CARANTHIR, CURUFIN, Amrod, Amras, FINGOLFIN, TURGON, Angrod, ECTHELION, Egalmoth, Maeglin, Thingol, Elladan, Erestor

[peasant-player]

Ecthelion Lord of the Fountains

...greater and more loudly was Ecthelion Lord of the Fountains at that time Warden of the great Gate

All in silver was he clad and upon his shining Helm there was a set of spike steel pointed with a diamond; ...

His house found delight in diamonds

I was looking at some Lord's and Lady's and stumbled on Ecthelion description and

wow

Tolkien made very sure to point out that Ecthelion really liked to shine an sparkle.

His Shield was bedazzled with so many crystals studs that it looked like thousands rain drops.

Sooo of course I had to draw him.

I didn't finished the hair my finger hurts but I add him to the pile of shame to be colored in the future :)

It was very important to draw him with his helm and then to not look silly.

Did I manage that ?

I tried to give him a stern face idk but that's how he is often portrayed like.

I imagine his sword style to be very fluent and swishy like Malenia from elden ring.

Hence the odd gripp on his sword.

Here's a close up to the armor it is very pretty and full of details so take a peek!!! and my cat giving side eye

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

OK sweet M

I have a request

A steamy make-out scene with Lord Galdor and fem reader

Maybe it takes place in his garden. Against a tree? In the berry patch? Idk but it's both sexy and fluffy 🍓

(Only if you're up for it, of course! I enjoy your writing! And also I need more content with him)

Well hello, hello! Now I'm assuming this is for Galdor of the Tree? If yes, awesome. And if you want more content, I'll be more than happy to write on it.

"Berry Picking"

🍃 Pairing: Galdor of the Tree x Fem. Reader (Second person POV) 🍃 Themes: NSFW elements | Soft  🍃 Warnings: Height difference| Kissing | Nicknames | Very mild dirty talk | Hickies 🍃 Word count:  1k words 

Summary: After some time away, Galdor comes home and finds you picking strawberries. What a reunion it turns out to be.

Rating: 🔥  | Minors DNI | 18+

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Author's notes: I have only just started reading the Fall of Gondolin, so I'm mostly going on what I could glean from the web and Tumblr and what I remember from the Silm. Apologies in advance for any epic screwups.

It was a beautiful day. Then again, all the days had been beautiful now that summer had finally arrived. The days were warm, and the sky was a gorgeous clear blue. And the gardens bloomed. Oh, how they bloomed. There were flowers everywhere, of every kind. Gondolin was bathed in a riot colour and the air would always smell fragrant and sweet. 

The House of the Tree was no exception. Well, maybe it was, after a fashion. There were more trees here than anywhere else in the city. More flowers and fruits, too. And it was here, in these gardens, that this story takes place. 

"Where are you, little rose?" Galdor called out—sweet and clear—as he searched for you in the gardens.

He had just returned after some time away, still bright-eyed and full of energy. And he searched for you, looking all over his manse, the little courtyard in front. Finally, he went to the one other place he knew you would be. The gardens. Galdor looked and looked, near the fountains and around the rose bushes. Finally, after much searching, he found you. There you were, under the shade of old oak trees, near a wild strawberry patch, helping yourself to the ripe little berries that hung on little branches.

And you had not seen him, you had not heard him. He had the element of surprise. Galdor moved as swiftly as the wind and as silently as a cat. Within a few quick steps, he reached you, wrapped his arms around you, and swung you around while you squealed and giggled.

"My lord!" You cried, giddy and breathless, your arms hooking around his broad shoulders, your feet dangling over the ground while he effortlessly carried you. "How many times must I ask you not to sneak up on me like that?"

"One more time, little rose, as always," Galdor said, and hugged you tighter. He had missed you. He had missed you terribly. Rumors of orcs, goblins, and worse things roaming outside the boundaries of Gondolin had led to an increase in patrols and in watches all over the city, and as Lord of the House of the Tree, he had to be away a lot, overseeing his men. Now he was home and wanted to make the most of it. Oh, how he was going to make the most of it. "Did you miss me?"

"I did," you sighed softly, your fingers curling around hair that shone like polished copper in the dappled sunlight. "More than anything."

Galdor swallowed and pulled back, his lips barely hovering over yours. "Then kiss me, little rose," He eyed your lips, now stained a soft red from all the berries you had eaten. Oh, how he craved to taste those lips. "And show me how much you missed me."

You smiled—a deep, satisfying smile—before closing your eyes and leaning in.

That first kiss started out light, soft, and airy. Galdor savoured it—the softness of your lips, the sweetness of strawberries against his tongue. And you shivered when his arms tightened around your waist, when his tongue licked past your parted lips. You couldn't breathe or even think. All you wanted was more of that kiss, and you clung to him, hungry and needy, like you had been starved for weeks. 

Galdor's moan was deep and throaty when you pressed yourself to him, your kiss just as needy and hungry as his. Slowl, he sanked to his knees, and settled over the soft earth of that strawberry patch. He heard nothing, not the soft breeze that blew through the trees or the birds that sang merrily. He gave no thought to the possibility of anyone seeing—not that anyone could, anyway. Not with all those oak trees and bushes around you both. All he felt, all he craved for, was you. And how you rewarded his craving. How you made him tremble when you scrambled over his lap and your legs hooked around his hips, when your fingers tugged at his hair, and when you returned his kiss with equal fire. He felt it, that tug at his gut, dark and primal, urging him to take. Galdor tried to fight it, to be gentle, but that urge kept growing and growing, and all he was filled with was the savage need to possess, to ravage and plunder, until you had nothing left to give.

"I missed this. The taste of you—" he hummed sweetly, his hands roaming over your hips and waist, his lips gliding over your chin, down your throat. The softness of your skin, the warmth and scent of it, overwhelmed him. "—The feel of you. The scent of you. How I missed all of you, little rose."

A gasp ripped through you when teeth grazed over and tugged at soft flesh, leaving patches of lavender and blue to spread in their wake. Galdor was always gentle, so very gentle, but this new side of him, his rough kisses, his greedy hands gliding all over your body, set you aflame. And the way your name rolled past his lips, the way he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, softly and repeatedly, like a prayer. "M-my l-lord," you moaned, a soft, needy moan, when heat pooled in your core. "I- I cannot get enough of what you're doing to me."

How those simple words undid him! Galdor growled approvingly, his mind going blind to all else. "Then will you permit me to take you, here, now?" He murmured and pulled back, to give you time to think. "Please let me. I have dreamed of nothing else but being one with you."

You looked up at him, and all you could see were desire and lust burning bright in those beautiful moss-green eyes of his. You went over his suggestion, to let him take you here, in the gardens... making love to you in the open, with nothing but the trees for protection... why the very idea was incredibly shocking, and so very erotic. To feel the grass against your back, him over you, and the sun shining down on you both—the image alone was tempting enough. And you had missed him, you had missed him terribly, and ached to feel him with you again. It was only the briefest of moments before you smiled, really smiled, and gave him your answer. "Yes," you said, sighing dreamily when he leaned in and kissed you on your forehead. "My answer is yes."

With a triumphant smile, Galdor picked you up and carried you deeper into the thicket of those oak trees, to a place where nobody could disturb either of you.

[lovefairymina]

Glorfindel, my love, with how your darling son is kicking my insides, I feel he will be a strong warrior just like you. Perhaps you can talk to your fellow warrior to leave his darling mother alone

Glorfindel chuckled softly, placing a reassuring hand on your belly. “He will be strong indeed, my love. As for his kicks, I shall have to teach him about measuring his patience and strength to ease your burden,” he chuckled and rubbed your belly soothingly.

[sesamenom]

Ar-Pharazon from the Reverse Gondolin AU and as Witch-King of Numenor - thanks to @who-needs-words for helping develop this idea!