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[doodle-pops]

˖ ࣪ .You Don’t Give Them Attention (They Get Jealous)˖ ࣪ .

Headcanon: Curufin, Amrod, Galdor, Beleg, Gwindor

A/N: Just giant needy puppies who can’t go five seconds without your attention. Not that we don’t mind. Enjoy!!

︶꒦꒷Curufin꒷꒦︶

Strolling into the room with his usual confidence and composure, his steps faltered slightly when he noticed you curled up on the couch, entirely absorbed in a book. You don’t even glance up as he enters, too engrossed in the story to notice his presence. Curufin stood there for a moment, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the scene—the book, the pile of plush animals surrounding you, and the contented purring of your pet nestled against your side.

With a sharp clearing of his throat, expecting you to at least acknowledge him, you only hummed in response, prompting his lips form a slight pout. Not one to be ignored, Curufin walked over and deliberately sat beside you, close enough that his leg pressed against yours. Still, you didn’t look up.

“Is that book more interesting than me, melda?” he asked his tone light but with an edge of playful jealousy.

You glanced at him, offering a smile of acknowledgement before returning to your book. And Curufin’s eyes narrowed further as he watched you, clearly not satisfied with the lack of attention. With a huff, he leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest in an exaggerated display of annoyance.

“So you’re going to ignore me?” After a few minutes, he sighs dramatically. “I see how it is. I’ve been replaced by a book, a collection of stuffed animals, and a cat.” He makes a show of turning away from you, his lips still pursed in a mock pout.

Amused by his antics, you finally set the book down, turning to him with a smile. “Oh, don’t be such a sore baby,” you teased and pulled him close. With ease, you watched his pout dissolved into a satisfied smirk as you cuddled against him, your attention now fully on him.

“Much better,” he murmured, kissing your temple as he relaxed into your embrace.

︶꒦꒷Amrod꒷꒦︶

The moment he walked into the room, his heart which was set on spending some time with you, sank. His playful smile, ready to tease you or suggest a fun activity, shifted when he spotted you sitting on the floor with your pet, brushing its fur with gentle, loving strokes. A few of your stuffed animals were scattered around, while you were humming softly, clearly in your own little world.

He stopped dead in his tracks, his smile fading into a pout as he realised that your attention was wholly occupied. Shifting from foot to foot, he waited for you to notice him, but you were too focused on your pet to look up.

“Focused on the dog, are we?” Amrod says, trying to sound nonchalant, but there was a definite note of jealousy in his voice. You glanced up with a bright smile, but before you can respond, your pet nuzzled you, and your attention was immediately drawn back to it.

Not one to miss out on the opportunity to be dramatic, he flopped down onto the couch with a theatrical sigh. “So this is the way that it is now,” he muttered, crossing his arms and looking away. “Replaced by a pet and stuffed animals. And here I thought I was your favourite. Guess I’ll just disappear far, far away…”

You couldn’t resist a giggle at his pouting, setting your pet aside and crawling over to him. “You’ll always be my favourite,” you assured him, snuggling up against his side.

Easily, his pout softened into a grin as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “Good,” he murmured, resting his head against yours. “Because I wasn’t planning on sharing you with anyone—not even your fluffy friends.”

︶꒦꒷Galdor꒷꒦︶

Galdor had spent the better part of the day trying to catch your attention, but you were completely absorbed in your new project—a delicate tapestry you were weaving with intricate elven patterns. The colours danced across the fabric under your skilled hands, and you were so engrossed in your work that you hardly noticed when Galdor entered the room.

At first, he watched you in silence, admiring the way your brow furrowed in concentration, the way your fingers moved so deftly over the loom. But as the hours passed, Galdor couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He was used to having your attention, to hearing your laugh and seeing your smile directed at him. Now, all of that was being lavished on a piece of cloth.

“Am I to be replaced by a tapestry?” Galdor finally asked, his voice carrying a playful lilt but with an underlying pout. You looked up, surprised to find him standing there, his arms crossed and a slight frown on his handsome face.

“Galdor, I didn’t see you come in,” you said, laughing softly as you set your work aside. But Galdor wasn’t satisfied with just a smile. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day,” he murmured, a touch of exaggeration in his voice. “I’m starting to think you love that tapestry more than me.”

You turned in his arms, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Never,” you assured him, laughing as you saw the corners of his lips finally curve into a smile. “But you’re much more distracting than a tapestry, that I’ll have no choice but to continue ignoring you to finish it up.”

Without missing a single beat, he whined, “Absolutely not.”

︶꒦꒷Beleg꒷꒦︶

Patiently waiting for you to finish your latest project—a beautifully carved wooden figure of an animal native to Beleriand—Beleg sat still and silent. Your hands moved with precision and focus, every stroke of the knife revealing the shape beneath the wood. Beleg admired your skill, but as the hours dragged on and your attention remained entirely on the carving, he started to feel a little neglected.

He tried to distract himself, sharpening his arrows, organizing his gear and making conversation, which failed as it resulted in you ignoring him halfway through it. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore as he wandered over to where you were sitting, casually leaning against the table, his arms folded.

“Do you plan on spending the entire day with that piece of wood?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to hide the slight pout in his voice. You looked up, surprised to find him so close, and grinned.

“It’s almost done,” you replied, not noticing the way his shoulders slumped and his lips quivered slightly at your response. Beleg sighed dramatically, moving to sit beside you, his presence warm and comforting.

“Perhaps I should start carving something too,” he mused aloud, “though I doubt it would keep me as entertained as yours has kept you.”

You finally set the carving aside and turned to face him, realising just how much you’d been absorbed in your work. “Beleg, are you jealous of a block of wood?” you teased, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his face.

Beleg gave you a lopsided grin, his earlier pout forgotten. “Only when it steals you away from me,” he admitted softly. You laughed, leaning in to kiss his cheek, and Beleg’s smile widened. “I suppose I can forgive you, this time.”

“You’re such a jealous, big baby, Beleg.”

“Hey! I have all the right to be!”

︶꒦꒷Gwindor꒷꒦︶

Gwindor had always been a patient elf, but today, that patience was wearing thin. You had been spending the better part of the afternoon in the garden, tending to your beloved plants with a devotion that left little room for anything—or anyone—else.

At first, Gwindor had simply watched you from a distance, admiring the way the sunlight caught in your hair and the gentle way you handled each leaf and blossom. He knew how much you loved your plants, and normally, he found it endearing. But today, he couldn’t help but feel a bit left out.

You were crouched down, carefully pruning a particularly stubborn shrub, when you felt a presence behind you. Before you could turn around, a soft voice broke the silence.

“Are the plants truly so fascinating?” Gwindor asked, his tone laced with a hint of playful reproach.

You glanced over your shoulder to see him standing there, arms crossed, his usually bright eyes now clouded with something akin to a pout. It was rare to see Gwindor in such a mood, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“They are,” you replied teasingly, turning back to your work. “They require a lot of attention.”

“And what of me?” he pressed, stepping closer. “Do I not require attention as well?”

You could hear the slight pout in his voice, and it made your heart swell with affection. Setting down your shears, you finally turned to face him fully. He was so close now that you could see the soft furrow in his brow and the slight downturn of his lips.

“You’re jealous of the plants?” you asked, barely suppressing a giggle.

Gwindor didn’t answer immediately, instead dropping his gaze to the ground. “Perhaps,” he muttered, looking more like a scolded child than the proud warrior you knew him to be.

Unable to resist any longer, you reached out and gently cupped his cheek, drawing his gaze back to yours. “You have nothing to worry about,” you whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’ll always have my attention.”

Gwindor’s pout melted away, replaced by a warm, contented smile. “Good,” he murmured, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “Because I thought I had to perform a circus of tricks to get your attention.”

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Gone And Lost Again

You had been in love with him since you were children, but now that fate threatens to take him away once more, you find the courage to say the words you never dared to reveal and hope it might spare you from the sorrow.

Requested by Anon

I would like to request a Gwindor x female elf reader story. The reader is Finduilas's younger sister who is in love with Gwindor but never confessed her feelings because her sister loved Gwindor. Until on day when Gwindor finds out.

The ending is upto you.

Thank you ☺️💖

Warnings: mentions of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, pining, unrequited love, getting captured, mentions of Gelmir's fate, scars, a missing hand, some discrimination toward Gwindor, Turin and his bad luck, some fluff, and a confession.

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You were the youngest daughter of King Orodreth and the younger sister of Princess Finduilas. Timid in nature, but well-liked by your people. You had a good relationship with your father and sister even though things had been difficult since your mother died. Being a princess had its own challenges, which meant studying, knowing certain things about courts and politics, and being expected of things. 

It was not too bad since you were the youngest, so you had more free time than your older sister. You’re usually engrossed in reading, keeping up with the latest news, and worrying about the future.

However, the biggest challenge you could not overcome no matter what were your feelings toward someone.  

Gwindor. He was a kind and handsome elf. He and his brother had been friends with you and your sister since you were children. 

His kind and loving nature pulled you toward him like a moth to a flame, and you could not help but fall hopelessly in love with him. You even imagined yourself marrying him one day and having a family with him. However, that day never came when you grew older and he fell in love with your sister. 

You envied their relationship, especially when later they decided to get engaged. However, you could not bring yourself to hate your sister. You loved them both and since you cared for their happiness, you distanced yourself, wishing the best for their engagement and hiding your broken heart. 

It was not hard for your feelings to go unnoticed by everyone. You were a very silent person, but one did notice and that was your father. He confronted you about it and you told him about your feelings toward Gwindor. He was sharp when it came to you and your sister, so there was no point in trying to hide it from him. 

You felt heartbroken, but you were happy for the pair. Even though you might never be able to love someone else, at least they would be happy with each other. Your father encouraged you to be there, and you did support and comfort them when things got difficult and Gwindor lost his brother in the Sudden Flames.

Then the worst happened: Gwindor decided to join the battle for the north despite your father’s orders not to partake in it. Unable to let go of his brother’s loss, he went anyway, and you wished him a safe return.

However, he never returned and you later heard how the battle came to a devastating loss. Your heart broke for him and you mourned with your sister, believing he had died. It helped break the ice between you and your sister, even though you never told her of your feelings toward Gwindor. 

Many years after the battle, to your joy, Gwindor returned with a human man who called himself Agarwaen. He was scarred, had lost a hand, and his appearance had changed significantly. It would have been difficult to recognize him from his former self, but you still recognized those eyes, which still held kindness.

Joy took over your mind and heart. You even embraced him to see if he was really there. Gwindor was surprised by the gesture but returned it with a soft smile. You nearly cried when you expressed how glad you were to see him again, alive and free from Morgoth’s cruel clutches. 

Gwindor comforted you and then introduced you to his human friend. 

Your soul felt at ease to have him back home. You gladly helped him and his friend settle back in Nargothrond. His friend was odd and quiet, but he showed gratefulness for your kindness. You finally felt like things were going to be better, perhaps the Valars have finally taken pity and granted you joy by returning Gwindor from the darkness. 

However, things between Gwindor and Finduilas were never the same. You saw how she was glad to see him safe and home, but her eyes no longer held the love they once had for him. Instead, her affection was directed toward the human man who had begun to earn fame and recognition among the elves of Nargothrond.

It was not too long when she decided to end their engagement and relationship in total. 

Your heart ached for Gwindor as he seemed saddened yet did not feel anger toward his friend who had Finduilas’s heart. Even after everything and losing so much, he did not feel the slightest ounce of anger or resentment. 

You decided to try to be his comfort, especially when some people mistrusted him for his past as a thrall. You understood that some wounds caused by Angband would take time to heal, but you did not believe Gwindor to be a spy. If Angband had managed to tamper with his gentle heart, he would have been less kind toward everything— but he wasn’t. Angband had not managed to break him. 

Gwindor felt appreciation for you and your support. You two began spending more time with each other, catching up with silly conversations you used to have as children. He shared what had become of his brother, Gelmir, and you felt sorrow at the thought of his sweet brother facing such a cruel end. 

Gwindor had come to terms with his brother’s death during his time in Angband. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of returning to Nargothrond and reuniting with you and your sister.

Your heart felt warm by his conviction, and your feelings for him resurfaced the more time you spent with him. You simply wanted his smile to light up his features once more. 

You felt certain reluctance toward your feelings for him. He had loved Finduilas, and thus would never fall in love again, so what would be the point of confessing your love for him? 

However, you had your answer, when the man he came with turned out to be Turin, and he began to encourage your father and the rest of Nargothrond to go to war with Morgoth. A great bridge was built. Gwindor was against it as he knew the might of Morgoth better than anyone. However, no one would listen. 

You tried to talk to your father about it, having your own doubts about the plan. But he was also convinced of Turin’s plan. 

Then came the day when the forces of Nargothrond were to march to war with Morgoth, led by Turin and your father. And to your fear, Gwindor had also decided to join the battle despite his scars and lack of hand. 

You decided to reveal your feelings now while you still had the chance rather than keep them secret forever and possibly lose Gwindor again to the fangs of war who spared no one who happened to get caught by them. 

“Gwindor, wait!” 

The elf stopped when he heard you and turned to look at you as you approached. His armor gleamed with silver, and a helmet rested beneath his arm. It was a sight all too familiar to you, which only deepened your dread about his chances of returning home.

“Is there any way I could convince you not to go? I’m afraid this plan is too far-fetched and you and father will never return,” you explained as you caught up to him. 

“Turin is confident that we might win, and besides, even if we didn’t go to war, Glaurung would still come this way,” Gwindor answered softly. 

“And we could have been able to stay hidden if that bridge had not been built. It’s standing there like a sore thumb, a dead giveaway to our city,” you stated. 

“I mean no disrespect toward you or your friendship with Turin, but I’m afraid his hatred for Morgoth and thirst for revenge has clouded his judgment. Building the bridge has already left us bare to the world, and what shall we do if you lose this fight and we are left defenseless?” you questioned, sounding nearly desperate and devoid of hope at the thought of being attacked by Morgoth’s armies. 

“That will be left to be seen…” Gwindor said with a tone of hesitation and sorrow. There was no denying it. He was not fully convinced of the plan, and yet he could not stop himself from joining the hopeless fight. 

You thought about your feelings for him. It was no or never. 

“Gwindor, please. Do not go. I already lost you once. I do not think I can bear the pain of losing you again,” you said. 

“You know I can’t just stay behind. It would be neglectful on my part,” Gwindor answered. 

“Then hear out what I have to say, because if this might be the last time we speak, I will never be able to say it again,” you said and he listened. 

“Gwindor. I have loved you since our childhood. And I pushed myself away and never dared to put myself between you and Finduilas. If this might be the last time we talk, then I at least wish to share my feelings toward you once and for all then leave them unsaid,” you revealed, tears nearly prickling out your eyes as your heart was open to him. 

Gwindor looked at you with shock and surprise. 

“I do not expect you to return my feelings. I just wanted to tell them rather than hide them and regret never telling them,” you added, waiting for his reaction. 

“Even If I made foolish decisions and became this…” Gwindor motioned his scars and missing hand. 

“I have never been one to care about looks. You might have lost a hand or been scarred by the dark lord, but you never lost your love and kindness. I can still see in your eyes,” you said as you caressed his face. 

Gwindor leaned into your hand, placing his remaining hand on top of yours.

“To think I was this fool not to notice this..” Gwindor uttered with his eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth of your hand that nearly felt like a gentle candle flame. 

“If I have said something earlier. Would you have perhaps accepted me?” you asked. 

“You stood by me, even when Finduilas lost her affection for me. Perhaps it has always been possible to fall in love for the second time. My answer is yes,” Gwindor answered, and for a moment, you felt your heart be lifted from the sorrow. 

Then the dreaded horn sang, indicating it was time to march. 

You two looked at each other one final time. His eyes held sorrow, yet familiar warmth as he gently took your hand away from him. 

“I must go now… If the Valars will take pity on us. They will allow us to meet again in the future,” Gwindor said and you then watched him leave. 

You did not want to let him go, but you did nothing and watched as he left with your father and his supposed human friend. You wished you could have even the smallest specks of faith or hope that winning was possible. However, fate was unkind as the dragon and his orcish armies were the ones to return. 

[teitho]

Our prompt for Nov/Dec is Healing.

Healing figures significantly in many of Tolkien’s works. We encounter healers like Elrond, the staff of the Houses of Healing in Minas Tirith, Aragorn and the healing hands of the King.

We see many characters being healed—Frodo, Faramir, Eowyn, Merry.

Healing isn’t only confined to physical injury—there is healing of mental and emotional hurts as well.

And we also see incomplete healing—where characters may be healed of bodily injuries swiftly but the horrors and trauma they endured persist—Maedhros, Gwindor, Frodo.

Healing also affects the land in Tolkien. Ithilien—where Legolas and his people go at Aragorn’s request, to rejuvenate and cleanse the land—is just one example of this.

Healing can also be seen in the context of interpersonal relationships—Maedhros healing the rift in the house of Finwë, the repair of Bilbo and Thorin’s friendship at the end of the Battle of Five Armies.

What stories of healing will you give us? We can’t wait to see where your imagination takes you!

Stories or art should be submitted to teitho.contest@gmail.com by Dec 31!

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Sian22, lotrfan, and Cassie.

[batshape]

A question re: the way you handle elf teeth: assuming that the multiple sets of teeth grow in slowly over time, does elf diet influence the speed at which they grow in? Or the health/durability of the new set once they are grown in? For instance, if Aredhel lost a tooth in a hunting accident but didn't damage the foundation/new growth, could she alter her diet to grow the new tooth in faster? (I assume nan elmoth would not have a cosmetic dentist in residence. )(Related: would times of privation, like the helcaraxe or the dying days of beleriand do long-term damage to the growing-in set of teeth??)

jrrt show me the dark and fucked up nan elmoth prosthodontia

ok OKAY taking with a large pinch of salt that i have never studied dentistry and performed extremely averagely in 100 level biology years ago, i think yes and yes!

aredhel eating a calcium-or-whatever rich diet to prompt faster and healthier tooth regrowth or regeneration makes a lot of sense to me, mostly because i firmly believe in the inverse—gwindor definitely lost teeth in angband, due to a poor diet as well as obvious physical trauma, and was unable to recuperate and replace them afterward; maedhros was a frequent client of the himring dentist because he just kept breaking his weakened teeth off in things (living and not) post-thangorodrim; etc.

regarding the trek over helcaraxe—during which i think the nolofinweans and their ilk were eating their horses and drinking seal blood to avoid starvation and thus not receiving much vitamin c, d, or otherwise—a lot of them suffered tooth loss and found themselves with slow-growing and very brittle replacements. i think disability and chronic pain struck the exiles quickly and in ways they didnt imagine: who would have suffered serious nutrient deficiencies in a fantastically plentiful land? certainly someone, but not a significant enough population that i think the amanyar would give a shit pre-darkening. so what do you think and do when your teeth start falling out on the ice? what is the precedent for that? is there one? were there dentists in aman? periodontists? orthodontists? or was the declining health and quality of ones teeth an entirely new experience in beleriand?

all teeth-related questions that keep me up at night

[cycas]

My apologies for the random question, but I loved your in-depth analysis about Galadriel I just read. Blame it on how my brain works, but I was curious if you have any theory about Oropher's fatal military decision that sealed his fate? Tolkien's description paints him in an unfavourable light, leaving the impression he acted on some petty impulses rather than making a strategic decision that made sense to him.

"...Oropher had the wisdom to foresee that peace would not return unless Sauron was overcome. He therefore assembled a great army of his now numerous people, and joining with the lesser army of Malgalad of Lórien he led the host of the Silvan Elves to battle. The Silvan Elves were hardy and valiant, but ill-equipped with armour or weapons in comparison with the Eldar of the West; also they were independent, and not disposed to place themselves under the supreme command of Gil-galad. Their losses were thus more grievous than they need have been, even in that terrible war.

Malgalad and more than half his following perished in the great battle of the Dagorlad, being cut off from the main host and driven into the Dead Marshes. Oropher was slain in the first assault upon Mordor, rushing forward at the head of his most doughty warriors before Gil-galad had given the signal for the advance. Thranduil his son survived, but when the war ended and Sauron was slain (as it seemed) he led back home barely a third of the army that had marched to war. ... 1. Malgalad is another name for Amdír; this passage contains its only use." -- Unfinished Tales, The History of Galadriel and Celeborn: The Sindarin Princes of the Silvan Elves

I think this is the bit anon means.

Oropher in this account mirrors Gwindor at the Nirnaeth Arnoediad; rushing forward before the command is given, but while Gwindor is deliberately driven to break the line by watching his captured brother tortured to death in front of him, there's no reason given for Oropher's early rush into battle.

I think it also mirrors at least one historical battle: the battle of Hastings in 1066. The historians are still arguing about exactly why Harold's men broke the line there, and what effect that had.

That might be a good place to start for sources justifying and explaining Oropher's decision to start the battle.

It could be that Oropher, like Gwindor, saw a beloved captive dismembered. It could be that Oropher was tricked, in the way that, possibly, Harold's army was, by a false retreat - or even saw a real opportunity that genuinely made a difference to the war, but paid a heavy penalty for it.

Wood-elves seem to use bows a lot: maybe they were firing on the army in front of them when it began to retreat, like the Norman cavalry at Hastings who retreated (maybe) from the arrows of the Saxon archers holding the high ground, and the Saxons followed them.

Maybe Oropher knew about Gwindor's great charge at the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, how he made it all the way and beat upon the doors of Angband, but could not break in. Perhaps Oropher thought that if he was fast enough, he could follow Mordor's armies right into Mordor, and break the siege that way.

That might fit with a lightly-armoured, fast-moving way of operating, and you can also imagine that heavily-armoured Noldor and Numenoreans used to a different style of fighting did not understand what Oropher tried to do. Or maybe he genuinely didn't have much experience with pitched battle, and made a terrible mistake. Maybe he DID have lots of experience with pitched battles, and still made a mistake.

I might write about this one day, from Amdir Malgalad's point of view, since Amdir is one of my lesser known favorites.

Not sure if Anon will still spot this, but I only just got time to reply.

[lovefairymina]

(might be a little insight for whats to come)

Celebrimbor: *just hanging around near The entrance of Nargothrond*

Gwindor: So, (Name), eh?

Celebrimbor: Hmm?

Gwindor: Out of all elven maidens in the kingdom, you have given your heart to The little lone Wolf (Name).

Celebrimbor: I do not mean any harm to her, my lord. I would not even imagine laying a harmful finger on your ward.

Gwindor: Its fine. Im actually glad. You are The reason she now comes inside more often than sleep outside and controls her self destructive habbits. That child of Hurin doesnt believe she's deserving of love, so if you can break her out of that shell. You have my full support.

Gwindor: I am curious thought. What did she do to make you fall for her?

You: *arrive throught Gate*

You: Celebrimbor! Look at this white jewel I found. It might not compare to the high quality jewels and stones on your forge, but it reminded me of your silver eyes, so I thought you might like it.

“Would you like me to craft something using this gem? I have a few ideas you can use; I'll assist you since I'm aware how adamant you are when it comes to making jewellery of lately,” he offered, paying no mind to the gemstone in your hands, but rather the beauty of your presence.

[orodrethiel]

Sun dipped across the vale of Tumladen, hiding at end of day behind Echoriad Mountains, and soon the night stars appeared. Finduilas watched the process from upon the walls, silent as a spectre though her mind was ever moving. Such was the nature of her life still, not yet fully recovered from the fall of Nargothrond, still haunted by the shadows and snarls of orcs in her ears. The stars whirled above her head as she laid on a bench, unsure exactly what she would do next. She was fortunate to have found this place, a hope beyond hope had given way to blessedness, some small benevolence.

She should be dead. Guilt still gnawed on that score, the memory of the elleth who had taken her place filling her with both gratitude and shame. She missed Gwindor. Another point of guilt. Love had returned for him, but all too late. He had defended her to the last. How foolish had she been to allow her heart to wander, to a mortal who did not even come for her. What sort of imaginings she'd had to his valiance, how empty had they been. Death would have met her upon the road to Brethil, and Turin would not have been there.

Footsteps caught her attention, and her eyes moved although her head did not, looking to see who it was. "Hello Cousin, what brings you here?" She asked lightly, as if her thoughts were of summer instead of darkest night. "Do you require me for something?"

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[outofangband]

Part Two of my post on Maedhros and chronic pain

Part One

This will go to more detail about his symptoms as well as that of other former prisoners. I used canonical details from The Wanderings of Húrin but the rest is of course speculation 

Angband World Building and Aftermath of Captivity Masterlist

There will be a final part that goes into psychosomatic pain and pain through sensory flashbacks and related symptoms. These are mentioned here but not in detail

cw: discussion of torture and captivity and the aftermath

Maedhros and other former prisoners of Angband experience symptoms long after their rescue, release or escape. Chronic pain, discomfort, mobility and posture issues and more are all common after torture

This post will focus primarily on Maedhros and the symptoms of physical pain he experiences after Angband. It will also talk about Húrin, Gwindor and Rog. I have thoughts about this for Celebrían too but I figured I’d leave that for another post if there was interest because that’s after the first age

I’ve probably talked most about Maedhros’s legs. He suffered injuries to both in addition to the extended periods of enforced immobility in full restraints as well as upon Thangorodrim. He suffered muscular atrophy in both legs and damage from the lingering affects of poorly healed fractures, malnutrition and other abuses

He suffered atrophy in both arms to a somewhat lesser extent. Other injuries were similar to his legs, the effects of poorly healed fractures and more. Maedhros also suffers frequent joint pain as the result of stress positions, enforced immobility, and other torture

(I talked about methods of healing on the previous post but needless to say it’s a long and difficult process)

Maedhros continues to suffer photophobic headaches long after his rescue. This is due to both the difficulty of adjusting to the new light as well as damage to his eyes.   Areas of scarring, especially the burn scars from boiling liquid on his back and the backs of his thighs, frequently feel painful and irritated. Various salves by topical application do aid in this, sometimes by soothing the pain and sometimes by offering other sensations. 

The mind, body, soul connection is very strong in elves and pain from traumatic injuries can linger long after. Maedhros experiences not just phantom pain in his right arm but pain from intimate and internal injuries in the years after his rescue when the physical wounds have healed and scarred. This can result in stomach aches and nausea, other internal pain, and more. (This will also be discussed more in the third part)

Húrin likewise experiences extensive chronic pain following his escape. His limbs are stiff with disuse and frequently burn at any exertion. Any position he sleeps in leads to waking in discomfort. He uses a cane to help with walking but it does very little for his suffering. I’ve gone into this in some of my Wanderings posts but the physical healing he canonically receives through the will of Morgoth who wants him at least able to travel seems to degrade over time as well as to worsen when his mental state does In Brethil, he struggles to walk without help at one point, interestingly enough at a time when he’s described as seemingly dissociated (”he walked as one in a dream”) after being captured and chained a second time. 

The physical effects of his pre Thangorodrim torture are less pronounced, if only because of the sheer extent of the Thangorodrim trauma. But the brands upon his skin prickle and burn sometimes. Húrin never knows if he is imagining this, if it is the result of nerve deep damage or if it is because of the dark magic said to imbue many of the thrall brands of Angband

Gwindor and Rog, both survivors of the mines of Angband, suffer lasting consequences of their captivity until their respective deaths.

Rog was beaten innumerable times especially in the beginning of his imprisonment and had dozens of poorly or never treated fractures and sprains. Many of these heal improperly and continue to cause aching pain long after his escape. He treats them with steam and hot springs and various stretches that he mostly develops himself. 

Gwindor suffered extensive injuries in the collapse of structures that trapped him and led to his capture. Though his mobility was not initially effected (I’ll be honest, if it was, he would have been killed after interrogation), eventually the unhealed damage in his legs makes walking painful. He keeps silent about this until long after his escape. By this time the muscle damage is visible on the outside.

To be continued! As always please feel free to ask more

[eilinelsghost]

🤔 for the silm ask meme!

🤔 Tell us one of your favorite Silm headcanons. Can be one that's out in the wild or a personal one!

Hmm, it's hard to pick a favorite...I'll go with this one because it's been on my mind a lot lately with the series I'm writing.

One of the reasons everyone turned on Finrod so quickly in Nargothrond is that it's the refuge city - it's where you go if the war/siege is getting to you and you're afraid of what might come. Finrod encourages this, of course, because that's literally why he built the place, but it ends up being exactly why he loses it too.

Another aspect of this is that a lot of the war-wounded end up there also. For example, while the Silm references that those set free from Angband were often turned away by their kin out of fear, Gwindor just shows back up in Nargothrond and is apparently welcomed without much hesitation. He even gets Túrin welcomed there as well. I think that's because it's been a sort of long standing policy that Nargothrond takes in the ones who don't have anywhere else to go.

Somewhat unrelated, but I also imagine there are more children in Nargothrond than in the other Elven kingdoms. Especially after the Bragollach when the Siege has broken and the illusion of peace is gone.

All of this of course makes the sack of Nargothrond even more depressing than it already is, so my deep apologies there.

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Thanks so much for the ask!

[doodle-pops]

˚₊‧꒰ა Little Things You Do That Make Them Smile ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Headcanon: Turgon, Finarfin, Galdor, Rog, Gwindor

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Turgon

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔” — If Turgon hadn’t smiled for the day, surely your attempts at reaching his lips for a kiss will. Be it you stood on a table, doubled and tripled the chairs, stacked them on top of a table, or climbed his tall frame, he would have cracked a huge grin at your adorable attempts. The measures you go to ensure he receives a daily dose of affection make his heart swell. At times, he would even purposefully deny bending down just to see what route you would take for your kiss.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑” — Leave it to Turgon, and he would sleep in his study, but when he remembers that you’re alone in your shared chambers, he finds himself at your side. However, he forgets your cold feet when he becomes too comfortable holding your body against his. You have a knack for perfectly timing when he relaxes before pressing your feet against his skin. It doesn’t matter how many times he pushes your feet away, they come crawling back. As much as your cold feet drive him up a wall like a cat, without it, his bed feels empty. It’s something he both looks forward to and doesn’t at night.

“𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕” — He knew he wasn’t as spontaneous as the other members of his family and feared that may have been a turn off when it came to courting, but when you entered, you proved him wrong. You were the perfect amount of spontaneity to his tranquillity while understanding and sharing his love for calmness. Whether it’s helping him with his fishes, building/crafting his miniature city together, reading or dancing, Turgon enjoys even moment even more, as he's aware of your appreciation for his love for tranquillity.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Finarfin

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚” — If he could stay all day in bed with you and sleep, he would. Sadly, duty always calls him away, yet, the sound of your whines and feet stomping against the bed leaves his heart yearning. Your long list of reasons why you two should spend all day in bed leaves him in a fit of soft laughter and hearty grins as you complain. Most of them sound reasonable, truly, they do. And if he didn’t know any better than receiving a scolding from his advisor, he'd dive back into bed with you.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏” — The soft padding of your feet as you rush over to him, holding a crown of flowers behind your back and one that matched his attire, leaves him filled with excitement to show it off. He proudly wears each one, be it in public or at court, for all to see the wonderful gift you give him each day with a bundle of love. To top it off, he makes it clear to anyone who notices that you made it, so they'd think twice about saying anything.

“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖” —There’s not a gift Finarfin has not given to you where your reaction hadn’t left him bubbly. Be it your smile, your laughter, your grin or your screams when the gift was received, he can bet the entire Kingdom will be hearing about it, whether you verbally inform them or show it off every chance you get.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Galdor

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔” — Galdor felt like he found the perfect companion when he heard you loved plants and gardening just as much as he does. His heart swells when he observes your delicacy towards the plants as well as your knowledge. Inviting you into his gardens to show off his knowledge of plants which leads to him being impressed by your knowledge when you add extra facts. He would quietly smile with his eyes as he listens to you prattle on and on about your favourite flora and those you wish to have. Sometimes it the way you proudly show off his gifts of potted plants around your home, caring for them and going as far as naming them.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅” — If it wasn’t the head tilting, then it’s the adorable away your nose crinkle and scrunch when you’re confused that's making him combust internally. He had to refrain from wanting to hold your face and pepper your nose with kisses and bites. The urge to verbally say “awe” comes to mind and the tip of his tongue whenever you do so.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎” — Whether you are a masterchief or not, accompanying him to the kitchen and assisting him is enough to put a smile in his face. His appreciation for the simplicity in life allows for moments like these to be cherished greatly. The loud chopping of vegetables, the soft bubbling of the pot and the clinking of glasses followed by laughter shared between you both as you navigate throughout the kitchen, doing your best to avoid stepping on each other’s feet adds an extra touch of comfort to his life.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Rog

“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒖𝒑 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒅” — Due to Rog’s love for spending long hours in the forge, staying up never went according to plan because 9 out of 10 times, it resulted in you falling asleep and him coming home the late hours of the next day, meeting you sprawled out sleeping. He appreciates your dedication to waiting for him each time he ventures into the forge, he’s touched, but it also worries him when you lose proper rest over him. Hence why he tells you not to stay up too late for him, though his words never reach you well because you insist on ensuring you see him when he comes home. All he can do is shake his head with a tender smile as he adjusts your sleeping position to something much more comfortable.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕” — Spending dates indoors, locked up in the forge and watching him slave away behind a piece of metal without complaining makes his craft feel appreciated. At first to him, it didn’t seem like much when he could be taking you on tours around Gondolin and planning other dates, but seeing how divested you were in hearing him talk about his passion made this man want to pop out a ring and propose right on the spot.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓” — The first time you clung to his muscular form, squeezing his biceps and nibbling on his arms and shoulders, Rog couldn’t quite believe himself. You treated him as though he was a stuffed toy, squeezing him every chance and burying your face into his muscles. It wasn’t until the first time you called him your teddy bear, that he felt his heart growing warmer at the nickname, not believing that such an affectionate term of endearment could leave him a blushing mess. From that day on Rog vowed to always ensure that his muscles were soft and bulky so that he would always be your teddy bear.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Gwindor

“𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎” — When Gwindor discovered that you shared the same passion for nature and exploring caves like him it makes his heart combust. In his mind when it came to courting he had never expected for someone to be into the same hobbies as him. He always viewed himself as a nerd and undesirable, leading to him holding less interest in courting. But then you came along with your enthusiasm sharing the same love for nature as him. Most of your dates if not all are spent exploring the lesser caves and exchanging tidbits of knowledge that you’ve accumulated over time.

“𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕/𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌” — Believe it's or not it doesn’t matter if what you’re saying is interesting in your eyes or not Gwindor values every single with that falls from your tongue. You could be talking about your favourite food, your favourite plant, how you rolled off your bed this morning, or the weird dream you had and he would be listening as though you explaining the creation of the sun, moon, and stars. He believes that you have a natural gift for tuning simple topics into interesting conversations with the most intriguing and enthusiastic words ever. This encourages him to spend every minute of the day with you begging you to even read his favourite novels, simply so he could listen to you speak.

“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔” — In his most honorable moments when you appear and see him in his natural form covered in scars window immediately wishes to pull up and disappear. However, when he feels your touch full of love and pain towards his injury, he breaks down. The raw emotion he feels from your touch that emanates love makes him forget his disgust towards his scars. He always believed that you would hate them, hence why he always remained fully clothed around you at all times. Even though he still carries insecurities towards his injuries feeling your gentle touch against his skin melts some of his worries and fears away.

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[swanmaids]

Finduilas for the ask game!

Thanks!!

one aspect about them i love

I love that she's genuinely a sweet, gentle person, in a harsh story in a harsh world. Turin tells Aerin that she was made for a kinder world, but I think that applies to Finduilas just as much.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

I don't generally come across especially heinous takes on her - I follow the right people - but just in case my stance wasn't clear, she's not a cruel or heartless person for falling out of love with Gwindor. Of course it's a sad situation, but it's also entirely realistic - very often a relationship simply can't survive that sort of seperation, let alone the extreme change of circumstances that is Gwindor's torment.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

Lost her mother in the fall of Tol Sirion, and afterwards often spoke to empty rooms and gardens in Nargothrond, imagining she was talking to her. She did this especially often when she was troubled.

as well as

one character i love seeing them interact with

Her interactions with Turin are so interesting, and sad. Turin saying she reminds him of Lalaith... Gwindor saying she's the only thing standing between Turin and doom... oof.

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

I subscribe to Gil Galad son of Orodreth canon, so I'd love to see some interactions between her and her brother! I imagine a very emotional reunion in Valinor between them.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

Was very good friends with Gelmir, and grieved for his fate as much as Gwindor's when the news of the Nirnaeth reached her.

[that-angry-noldo]

alright i had the wildest dream so buckle up.

So there's this elf, right. I have no idea what's his name. It may or may not have been Gwindor. Anyhow, Morgoth's very excited he managed to capture him, right? He carries him around the fortress babbling gleefully in his deep metallic voice while Gwindor is struggling for his life not to get crushed by Morgoth's fingers (he's carrying him in a fist). They pass this thing that resembles both cage and refrigerator. It's made out of black iron and is giant. "Neat design", I note as I see dead elves hanging on the bars like some bugs. (I have to steal it for myself because Morgoth absolitely would™). We can catch a glimpse of some elf inside. Poor thing. Anyways, moving on. Morgoth continues rambling excitedly, presumably about how and when will he torture Gwindor. Gwindor tries his best not to faint (me too, mate), when Morgoth suddenly decides he's hungry. He sets Gwindor on a giant table and goes to the cage. It takes him a few minutes, during which my mind goes from "yipeeee cannibalism time heheee" to "oh no WAIT no um no that's rated 18+ and we're 17 DO YOU REALLY WANT US TO WRITE A CANIBALLISM SCENE IMAGINE TAGGING ALL OF THAT naaah mate" so unfortunately for Morgoth, from this point on the dream turns from dark and grim torture porn into a lesson about... power of friendship?? Anyways Morgoth, for whom my mind had to create a believable reason not to eat elven flesh in 2 seconds, begrudgingly turns around and grabs Gwindor again, because now that he doesn't want flesh he needs to go to kitchens and he doesn't want Gwindor hiding under a couch (the furniture in the house is GIANT by the way) so he puts him inside a cage. May I remind you that it's decorated with dead elves and absolutely stinks. Gwindor lays shellshocked, as do I, when a voice from the above floor of the cage says "yo mate, do you want to escape?" so Gwindor goes "UM YES OF COURSE I WANT TO ESCAPE??? THIS IS LITERALLY A NIGHTMARE" and the voice from above says "cool follow me"

cue to epic escape montage during which my mind lets me know that the other two elves on the cage are daeron and EONWE?? EONWE DEAREST THE HECK YOU FORGOT AT MORGOTH'S??? anyways they escape in what is basically epic anime montage (eonwe is the anime protagonist. i am as confused as gwindor and daeron) and head to nargothrond. ON THEIR WAY they meet Finrod and Co and fight them because come on morgoth a king of nargothrond on a suicide quest?? you gotta do better than that. (I AM FINROD APOLOGIST. I'M GRITTING MY TEETH BECAUSE THIS IS FINROD AND CO SLANDER. IN MY DREAM. WHICH MY MIND CREATED.) they end their fight convinced that it is finrod and eonwe says "cool mate i'm gonna join you y'all sound awesome". all the time finrod is going ???? in his mind. same, finrod, same.

i wake up leaving Gwindor and Daeron very confused, Eonwe on Lay of Leithian quest beating Sauron's ass, and Finrod faintly whispering "this wasn't in the script" and "none of these words are in the bible". now, can someone please explain me WHAT THE HECK this was and how do i sign up for more.

sincerely, your angry noldo.

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

This one is one of my favorites because I have a DEEP need to imagine Gwindor finding a place of rest and contentment and peace after the life he’s had. Witnessed the torture of his beloved brother? Check. Went off in a fit of rage so intense he made Morgoth himself tremble? Check. Survived and escaped enslavement in Beleriand’s hell pits? Check. Selflessly deals with Túrin’s bullshit, which at least indirectly costs him his fiancée and his life and his fiancée’s life? Check, check, check.

There are verrry few others in Tolkien who suffer this much and with so little recognition. He deserves all the best there is in the world, and the look of hope/awe on his face here makes me feel like he’ll get it.

Gwindor is in Valinor. That is all folks.

[niennawept]

oooh Russingon Fëanor/Nerdanel and Finduilas/Gwindor for the shipping bingo!

EEEEK! This is gonna be so fun! Thank you so much for asking!

Russingon:

Okay, so this is probably an Unpopular Opinion™ in the Silm fandom, but I don't see them as romantic or platonic, but like secret third thing? I saw a post a while ago that mentioned a secret third thing being "two cats are so bonded that they must be adopted out together" - and yeah, basically that.

I think their bond as very deep in the way that only going through hell together will make it, but I also think it's extremely complicated. And I imagine that everyone around them is like ??? what is UP with those two?

Fëanor/Nerdanel

I divide Fëanor/Nerdanel into the Before and After the Trees era, which is probably pretty common. I think they were a Power Couple and all the Noldor were probably trying to emulate them for a time. But also, I think they were earmarked for Doom the moment that Nerdanel became the only person who could talk sense into him? That's just a recipe for disaster.

So, I'm very fond of them Before the Trees, but in an anxious way because that's not gonna go well. And After? They're exes. No way my clever Queen Nerdanel would ever give him the time of day after all that.

Finduilas/Gwindor

I haven't really thought much about this one before now. But I am intrigued. I really like the idea of them reuniting and it going differently? But I also am a sucker for hurt/comfort and I have not gotten around to reading Children of Húrin yet so my anti-Túrin status is rather firm right now. I hear the Silm is less kind to him than other sources, so it'll be interesting to see how that changes.

But I like the idea of them trying to pick up the pieces after his capture.

[allthatglittersisnotgoldrush]

back at it with the song recs: Mumford and Sons' Ghosts That We Knew for the Angband Gang of Gwindor & Maedhros & Estrela?

ABSOLUTELY PERFECT...everybody imagine the fanvid that would be set to this

[theelvenhaven]

Gwindor Dating a Shy and Sweet S/O

Requests: Time has come once again!! ♥️Could I please request something soft with Gwindor? A fic maybe, where there is just affection from both sides and the reader is shy and sweet, and Gwindor finds it adorable?♥️Love your works always♥️  Hello there!! I'm so glad we will have more amazing works of yours! It is hard to get the creative brain to work sometimes♥️ Just wanted to say I sent a story request but i would be TOTALLY alright if you would like to turn that into HC!! ♥️♥️ Love whatever you write anyway 😌♥️ - @noldorinpainter​

A/N: I was so happy to do this with Gwindor. I love him! Sorry I couldn’t make it a story! But I hope you enjoy!

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- Gwindor is honestly a sweet and sensitive soul, so when it comes to having a significant other who is someone just as sweet, shy and sensitive is perfect for him. 

- Still to Gwindor your happiness means everything to him, and you will find that since you are so shy and sensitive, that he spends a lot of time taking those things into consideration about you. 

- While he is affectionate and likes to give out some PDA, you’ll find that he will still manage to rein it in and keep it as chaste as he possibly can so he doesn’t overwhelm you. 

- So you will receive lots of little things that certainly build up throughout the day as he is generous with those little things;

- Lots of hand holding with his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand, or his hand gently coming to rest on your hip or your lower waist. 

- His shoulder coming and brushing against yours in public, when he stands very close to you to make it known to everyone else that you two are together. 

- He still loves all the little blushes you wear, and the sweet and coy smiles you offer him when he does these things. 

- Though always he is pleasantly surprised by your sweeter nature, despite your shyness, when you two are alone and you start to dote on him. 

- While Gwindor is fine with doting on you, it is a nice change of pace when in private your affections are a little more unbridled even despite all your nerves and how you’re fighting your shyness to do so. 

- Gwindor loves it especially when you dote on him when he’s having a difficult time. 

- While usually he is content with dealing with the problems himself, when you come and hold him and love on him it certainly takes the heavyweight and pressures off his shoulders knowing that you care about what it is he is going through. 

- He is going to be less likely to want to share what his nightmares are about with you, even if they keep him up for days or the terrible things that they say about him in court and how against him they are. 

- Though because of your sweet and delicate nature, Gwindor is going to try and shield things from you about the world or about himself. 

- Gwindor doesn’t wish to trouble you, or bring you to worry terribly about what it is he is going through and cause you any distress.

- He just wants you to be in bliss, and protect your more sensitive nature. 

- So while he can’t protect you physically, Gwindor does his best to protect you from the cruel world around you, not wanting to see how it brings you down and weighs on you.

- You are a welcome reprieve from how awful the world is, and seeing it bring you down makes him ache. 

- Gwindor loves you dearly and will do almost anything to keep you happy and protected even if it might not be the healthiest ways to do so. 

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