#irmo x child!reader

[caliawen]

Haunted

Pairing = Glorfindel x Reader

Genre = Teen and up

General ratings = a twinge of angst, fluff, smut implied (?)

Content warnings = smut implied

Word count = 1,4k

Notes = ……hi 🫣 I haven’t posted in a month 🙃 Life has been really busy and I haven’t really had the time (nor the motivation, truthfully) to write. I had a more regular schedule before, but I think for now it will stay… ‘irregular’. I have no idea when or what I will post next. Hope you can understand!

Glorfindel was being haunted. Not by ghosts- no. By the memories of his past life. Of his mistakes. Of his friends. Of their deaths. Of his death. The searing pain of his scalp as he was tugged down and down and down by the Balrog. Of the heat he felt as he fought for his life, for the lives of Idril and Tuor and Eärendil and everyone. His mind replayed those moments over and over, never leaving him a second of peace.

The slight smile of Ecthelion, Rog’s boisterous laugh, Turgon’s exasperation with them, Elgalmoth’s mischievous eyes as he gossiped, Penlod’s hums as he pretended he was listening, Galdor’s excited chatter about the trees and plants he saw, Duilin’s whistles as he walked, Tuor’s love-struck expression as his eyes followed Idril and Maeglin’s shy smile when someone asked him about his work…

Oh, Maeglin… Glorfindel had hated him, for a time. Hated him for giving Gondolin away to Morgoth, giving away their lives.. But that time had passed. In the halls of Námo, Glorfindel had had plenty of time to think before he was reborn. And think he did : about how Maeglin had lost his mother and father. About how his only parental figure was Turgon, who was too busy to really spend time with his nephew. About how he mistook his love for Idril as romantic and not platonic, and how that strained his friendship with her and Tuor. About how rumors spread that Maeglin was a vile being. About how none of them did anything to defend him. About how lonely Maeglin must have been.. About what impossible horrors he felt at the hands of Morgoth and Sauron. About how they never saw how broken Maeglin had returned. About how he didn’t care if he died anymore.

Yes, Glorfindel had thought, Maeglin had done something wrong. And he forgave Maeglin for what he had done, because Maeglin had been a child. A child who needed to be guided and shown love, but no one had stepped up to take up the role.

He thought about you. About your smile, your eyes, your nose. About the way you moved, how you talked and your passions. And he ached. Because he didn’t know what happened to you. He didn’t know if you had died, if you had suffered or if you were still alive. If you had moved on from him.. And that haunted him. His every waking thought, his every dream and nightmare.

Sometimes, Glorfindel dreamed of you. He dreamed that you were laying in his bed, in Gondolin, smiling at him. That you carded your fingers through his hair and told him that you loved him. And when he woke up, his heart ached and he did not know whether to thank or curse Irmo.

Glorfindel had a mission. He was going back to Arda Marred. And he found himself dreading going back. Dreading seeing how everything had changed and how the language had evolved. Dreading how no one he knew would be there. How he would be alone. At least in Valinor, he saw his mother and father. He found himself crying when he realized he did not remember what being embraced by his parents felt like. They took care of him and he couldn’t be more grateful to have them.

When Glorfindel departed, he stood looking at Valinor until it had been long since out of view. He stood still, wondering if he was dreaming. He thought, how ironic, for he was going back. Not anyone else. Him. Laurëfindelë Glorfindel, an emissary of the Valar, granted powers nearly as strong as that of the Maiar. And he didn’t want to go back. Nienna wept for him, for his sacrifice, for his fear and for his love. He found himself appreciating her understanding. She visited him, before he departed. He listened to her words, without understanding : “Dear Child, your heart is being haunted. Your mind is playing tricks on you, and your heart is rendered blind by your pain. But your gut, your gut is still there and strong. Follow it, follow what it tells you. But do not silence your heart and mind for it, listen to them. Listen, but do not follow.”

~~~

When Glorfindel arrived in Middle Earth, he did not know where to begin. He was tired, but could not sleep. He thought about you. About your lips on his, about your laugh, about your hands in his, about the ring he had passed on your finger. He thought and thought and thought. And his heart ached. He walked on paths and in forests, stopping to wash himself in rivers. And he despaired.

It was later that he found Lindon. Days later. Or weeks, he did not know. He met Elrond, someone who would confuse and amuse him for the rest of their lives. Part man, part elf, part maia. He wore the insignias of Fingolfin and Fëanor with pride, daring anyone to confront him about it. He was a gentle soul with a heart of gold and the patience of the wise. He was as kind as summer and Glorfindel found himself basking in his presence, like a flower who had grown up in shadow feeling the sun on itself for the first time.

Círdan was surprisingly mischievous. Subtle jokes, sarcasm and deadpan looks were all things he threw at others, uncaring if they understood or not. He was calm, but could easily terrorize anyone with his anger, like the sea. Board games were his favorite and Glorfindel spent time playing with him, thinking of strategies to beat the older elf.

Gil-Galad was as confusing as he was funny. His father was unknown and he liked to joke around about it. Glorfindel spent time with him when they could, talking about everything and nothing. When Gil-Galad felt Glorfindel starting to lose himself in memories, he would randomly tell a stupid joke. They made Glorfindel laugh each time.

Celebrimbor had been a bit weary at first. Glorfindel almost laughed at the memory of a small Curufinwë Tyelpërinquar staring at him with the exact same look. It wasn’t long until they became great friends. Celebrimbor understood : he, too, was haunted by his past actions and words. Maybe for different reasons than Glorfindel, but the important thing was that he related to how Glorfindel felt. Having his feelings validated was something that alleviated the pain in Glorfindel’s heart.

~~~

Glorfindel walked around Lindon aimlessly and leisurely, taking his time to look around. You haunted him. Everything he saw reminded him of you. From pretty rocks you would have collected, passing by a stand selling your favorite fruit, to someone wearing clothes the exact color of your eyes. His mind played tricks on him, making him imagine hearing your laugh or seeing your beautiful hair swaying in the wind.

He stopped walking at a bookstore, a feeling bubbling up inside him. He looked at the door, curious. His gut screamed at him to enter that store, for some reason. His mind dismissed the feeling, but his heart held hope. They warred against each other. And then, Glorfindel was reminded of Nienna’s words to him. And he went inside the store.

Inside the store, which was cozy and homey, he felt pulled towards a particular bookshelf. His breath hitched as his mind reeled to a stop, his heart pumping wildly. There you stood, browsing the shelf while smiling. Feeling observed, you turned your head, your eyes widening as you saw Glorfindel, your husband, your soulmate, standing there. Glorfindel was frozen, his mind scrambling and heart singing with joy. You were the one to make the first move, throwing yourself in his arms, ecstatic. Glorfindel hugged you back, a sense of wholeness overtaking his mind and body as he kissed you long and passionately.

The two of you spent hours upon hours talking, laughing, crying and hugging. This long-awaited reunion was a balm on Glorfindel’s bruised and battered heart. That night, under the stars, in a magnificent glade full of flowers, you rekindled your fëas. Glorfindel made love to you slowly and passionately, kissing every piece of skin revealed as he undressed you, worshiping your body with his hands and mouth. That night, in your arms, Glorfindel had no nightmares. He woke up to your sweet voice and felt free. Free of the thing that haunted him. And he smiled.

End notes : Hope you enjoyed! Reblogs, comments & likes are extremely appreciated 🫶

@theladyvanya

[asianbutnotjapanese]

Hi! For the WIP folder game, you know I have to ask about:

Reading smut about your future husband is finally going to happen

This one is Fingolfin x Anairë/y/n which is an idea I get while I was writing "how to stay alive"

It is a modern reader who died and reunited with her other soul half, her other soul half is Anairë's soul.

"You're saying that Fingolfin is your betrothed? Heh he's not my most favourite but he will work just fine” “What do you mean?"

The garden was filled with flowers and plants in colours and shapes that pleased the eyes. Anairë walked from one side to the other to show her “other half” the place. “Remember when I said I know you, well and I know Fingo-I mean NoLoFiNwE and yeaaa I did read few things about him” "What things?” Anairë’s fingers touched the flower gently fearing her handling would hurt the petals. “You know things like smut or lemon…..” "Lemon? The fruit?" The bench the elf sat on was facing the whole garden….? “You know like hmmhumm -What- like what happens when you love someone....." The bench they sat on creaked as Anairë shifted her weight uncomfortably.

"like kissing?" "No my sweet fragile child, like fanfiction Or... stories written by people who, uh, like to imagine things like married people things” The garden visitors turned to face Anairë hearing her loud gasps. The lady apologised and left in a hurry. “So it was you the one who made me dream about these things, the one who made me read thes-these things!!!” Her face was burning from the blush that spread from her cheeks to her ears tips. Anairë changed her way towards Irmo’s dominion.

[doodle-pops]

Eönwë With An Architect Reader

Request: Greatings Mina The Magnificent! If I may... can I please request either a fic or headcannons with Manwe, Eonwe or Irmo (you can pick!) x reader were they are an architect. Have you ever seen the River of Light in London (the Thames) what if their s/o did that in their town or palace area? Do you think they’d like it? Oh! Oh! What if they surprise their Godly lover with it as a gift??? Thanks for taking the time to read and consider! 🙏🏻💙 have a nice day/night! - Anon

A/N: *takes a bow* Hi Hi! I decided to write about him having an architect s/o and you building something for him, a little gift. Enjoy!

·⊰ You were a famous architect under the tutelage of Aüle and known throughout Aman for designing some of the most lavish and outstanding projects. You were also known for participating in the early designs of the city of Tirion and Alqualonde in the earliest years.

·⊰ To say that Eӧnwё was not ecstatic to have you as a partner was a lie. He was always found hovering and touching all your gadgets in your study anytime he came by while you were working.

·⊰ Most of his favourite times are when you were constructing miniature models of your latest project, commissioned by one of the great Lords or High Kings, and he would come along to act as your little helper.

·⊰ Handing you your chisel and hammer, moulding clay, and even participating in painting the buildings and structures. The only thing he wouldn’t do would be carve or place the pieces together properly.

·⊰ Eӧnwё assumed it would be child’s play when he watched as you stuck the pieces of wood together and attempted to copy. Let’s just say that it was more difficult than he expected (he glued the wrong pieces together and left out important foundations).

·⊰ After realising that he wasn’t great with building, he stuck to painting the structures and handing you all your tools while sitting back and observing you work. Expect lots of questions, like ‘what got you into this?’ or ‘how did you know you wanted to be an architect?’.

·⊰ Eӧnwё does enjoy visiting you on the construction sites while you're working. He uses his ability to fly to take you on aerial tours so you can view your creation from above. In fact, he does this a lot for all of your creations, wanting to show you the view he has of your masterpieces.

·⊰ Know that he’s you’re number one hype man/maia. Even if there was another architect who was proving to be better than you, in his eyes, you were the best and no one could outshine your brilliance. He even boasts to his fellow Maiar about your skills. If you have an opening for a new project, he’ll invite his friends and others to support you.

·⊰ During his many years of courtship, he has picked up many new skills even if he wasn’t great in the beginning with them. Soon, he’ll be building models with you and not mismatching the pieces, even giving you innovative ideas for new projects.

·⊰ As his lover, Eӧnwё wasn’t aware of the benefits of dating an architect when he came to visit you one day for a date, and you instructed him to take you elsewhere. During your courtship, you had designed a fancy getaway cabin and garden for you both (mostly him).

·⊰ He’ll ask you to take him on a tour around the area and show him all the specialities you added to the design because you always have something extra up your sleeves. When you show him the lights and decorations you’ve added, Eӧnwё is beaming, and you can see it in his puffed-up feathers.

·⊰ He couldn’t believe that you would do something so wonderful and extraordinary for him. Know that he will make use of your gift and bring you along when he wasn’t alone time. You even built him a pool so he could wash his wings whenever he needed to preen, and you must help him.

·⊰ There would be lights running along a stream that leads into the pool where he'd clean off. He would choose to preen at night or take a wash off so he could witness the colourful lights and then get lost in them, forgetting his bath.

·⊰ Sometimes during the colour-changing show, you would see his feather ruffled and puffed up in a more relaxing manner while he's busy gazing at the lights. He looks like those cats staring at pretty lights.

Masterlist

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[batsyforyou]

Little Dove: Part 1

Manwë X FemChild Reader

Warnings/Tags: POV changes, child crying, a child getting lost, child-ish shenanigans, stress, feeling a little ill, slight depression mentioned, future kidnapping, and some political talk is briefly mentioned as well. Everything here should mostly be fluff right til the end. All possible cuss words/phrases have been removed.

Reader Info: Pronouns Used: she/her. I also mentioned that the reader is blonde and female. If that doesn't work with you just imagine what you want.

Elvish words: These are Quenya mostly, nésa (sister), Elleth (elf-woman), Ellon (Elf-man), Atar (father,) Amillë (mother), Ammë is also mother but I stuck with the first one. If I used any of these incorrectly please let me know and I’ll come back and fix it.

Character List: Manwë, Varda, Fingon, Feanor, Finrod, Maglor, Maedhros, Ramtôr (a named guard really/male oc), Finarfin, Olwë, and Y/n.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with The Silmarillion, the Lord of the Rings, or The Hobbit. I do, however own my fanfic and I ask that no one reposts or puts my work in an AI system. Thank you.

Author’s Note: So here it is a “couple of days” later lol. Overall I think I did an okay job at characterizing Manwë and the rest. I don’t think it's horrible but it could be better. I worked super hard on this so I hope it reads okay for everyone. And please let me know if I made any mistakes or if you have any tips. I’ll try to come back and fix them if I can.

Ps. Please remember this was a part of a larger work. I'm just dicing it into pieces. And I’ll be posting the second part as soon as I can. This story was supposed to have three-five parts. I don't know if I’m gonna post all five or leave it at three. And a little disclaimer here but I have never written for any of these characters before and I’ll admit that dialogue is my weakest skill. Anyway thank you for reading and I hope you have a very blessed day!

And Flora, thank you so so much for all the love and support you gave me! I really appreciate it.  

Little Dove

POV: Manwë

Manwë was ashamed of himself. Truly, was there no worse feeling in the world? Lord Irmo’s Maia had performed wonderfully in their duties. They had prepared Irmo’s Mansion in festive decor in record time and had managed to provide such scrumptious food for the feast tonight. A task he was sure had been near impossible with the sheer number of elves joining this evening, far more than expected. And here he sat with his fellow Vala at a night of Celebration feeling…unwell, to say the least. The burden he usually carried felt heavier than usual. He sat at the head of his table boneless in his chair and his temples pounding. His nerves were tingling with fire and he was so warm he thought he might turn to ash.

He had desperately hoped this evening would go differently.

Tonight they were to celebrate and bless Finwe’s newest grandchild. The elves were quite ecstatic about the Festivals arrangements even some of his own maia were quite pleased. The Halls of Irmo echoed the sounds of music from lutes to flutes to harps to bells and joyous laughter bounced off the walls. Colorful decorations had been hung and the ballroom floor had been polished with enough shine to mirror the people’s reflections. Chandeliers hung above emphasizing both the vaulted ceilings and the embroidered tapestries. Over high arches there were plants and flowers growing and they wrapped around pillars and over some of Lord Irmo’s statues. In between it all the Elves danced about and ate and drank by their tables and sang. Honestly, it was quite a sight.

Shifting in his seat he rested his elbow on the arm rest and placed his head in his hand. With the insistent pounding in his head he briefly closed his eyes to feel the smooth coolness of his robes upon his skin, almost wishing on Varda’s stars he hadn’t been needed for tonight’s attendance. Perhaps if he had done so he wouldn’t have to sit and listen to all the noise.

But no. He had his duties to perform and besides he’d kick himself if he hadn’t come. Somewhere amongst the merry making elves was a sweet little elleth who’d waited very patiently to meet with them. She’d undoubtedly been anxiously awaiting for her big day with bated breath. Heart filled to the brim with the utmost excitement, most likely annoying her parents in the meantime, and he had no desire to ruin the night for her.  Just the thought of it made his stomach churn with guilt.

However, his mind was occupied with bigger things. As much as he’d like his biggest concern to be the happiness of a young elf. He truly had far more important things to think about. Like young Prince Feanor and his strange behavior as of late. Or that of his brother’s sheer lack of, well, effort he should say.

It seemed everything was losing balance and crumbling in towards his feet. He was not sure what to do with the young Prince; in fact, Manwë would go as far as to say Feanor was paranoid. Though a part of him understood that Feanor had always been protective of his work and he had accomplished much in his time. Perhaps the young Prince was simply fixated on a new project again. It did make him wonder what exactly was going through the young elf’s mind when it came to moments like these. Perhaps he should consult Lord Aulë next he saw him.

His brother, Melkor, was not in attendance tonight. With Melkor’s recent release into Valinor he had thought the celebration would be a perfect chance for his brother to reintroduce himself to the Elven people and bolster his morale but alas Melkor had made other arrangements. Simply put Melkor had made no attempt in connecting with the elves or even acknowledging them. He knew Melkor felt terrible about what happened but further isolating himself didn’t help matters.

Manwë took a breath moving to pinch the bridge of his nose strands of his white hair falling in his face. Why both Feanor and Melkor had to be so stubborn instead of simply enjoying themselves would forever boggle his mind. At the mere thought his head ached and as the minutes drew on, it only got worse. He had over exerted himself and was now paying the price.

His lady wife had warned him, his precious lady was the only highlight of his evening thus far and he was forever grateful. He tilted his gaze and watched her through white lashes as she talked freely with Lady Nienna beside him. He adjusted the grip on his face and felt his rings bite into his skin.

Varda was simply breathtaking. She had worn some of her finest robes in honor of the celebration. They were the color of lavender and her new pretty silver circlet sat upon her brow. A large gem of diamond rested on her forehead, sparkling almost as brightly as the tiny dotting of stars in his lady’s raven hair. Simply breathtaking. Exquisite in the highest regard.

Unable to resist he very lightly let the back of his fingers graze her arm, aware of the public eye. Varda glanced at him and he smiled when she turned to face him. Lady Neinna being momentarily distracted with the arrival of her brother Irmo.

His love racked her eyes over him once whispering, “Darling, you look exhausted. How are you feeling?”  

He ignored her, simply taking his time to admire her form. “You look positively ravishing tonight. Have I told you?” She hummed, leaning in and fussing with the side of his robe. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent. He could smell the oil she had used, the light floral hint and hear the jingle of her jewelry. He could feel the heat of her words by his ear as she spoke, “Yes, three times this evening, my love.”

“Only three?”

“Only three.”

“An oversight on my part, my dear, I’ll have to regale you with praises of your brilliance to make up for it.”

She laughed. “You’ll have to do so in the comfort of our home.” She sat back into her chair, her drink in hand. He watched as Lady Nienna pulled his wife's attention away from him with a smile. Though the sharp glance Varda sent his way told him that his avoidance in answering her earlier question would not last for long.

He averted his gaze from his wife, feeling his blood pulse and his stomach pinch. He rubbed his forehead and felt a slight dew of sweat. Maybe a minute or two away to compose himself would be best. Rid him of his mood. With a word to his wife Manwë excused himself discreetly slipping from the ballroom and entering Irmo’s blessedly quiet halls.

POV: Finrod

Finrod was silent as he watched the crowd, his blue eyes raking across the room. There were hundreds of elves here tonight. A wonderful turn out for him and his family but a misfortune in Y/n’s eyes. He was quite certain, however; that she'd look back at this moment in life and be grateful so many had come. For his part, he was thrilled to see so many elves had come to celebrate his sister’s special day and share in this moment.

He’d be the first to admit that, in retrospect, he could have planned for Y/n’s first public appearance far better than he did. And while that responsibility belonged to his Atar, and his Atar alone, Finrod felt particularly responsible. After all, as her eldest brother she looked more towards him for guidance and reassurance. And his sister was still a young elf, practically a babe, he felt that it was his job to guide her steps when he could and help her adjust to new things as time grew on.

Before tonight, Y/n hadn’t made any appearances or participated in any event. If the public saw her at all it was a glimpse of her hair and gown.

Naturally when she’d first heard of her party and the expected amount of party goers, she’d been reasonably frightened and had spent the last few months dreading the party. She’d tried to find every excuse under the Light of the Two Trees to not come. And he had tried to lessen her anxiety and subsequent panic by taking her out to the market and letting her explore on her own terms. Even if that consisted of her glaring at passerbyers and gripping onto his hand with all the strength a little elleth like her had.

Despite his best efforts and reminders about the importance of her Presentation to the Valar. Y/n had thrown a fit about attending with Amillë earlier and had told him right before passing the party’s threshold that she was scared to go and had asked him to stay with her.

As a result she’d been wanting his attention like no other tonight. Tugging on his robes and pulling his arm, holding his hand, hugging his leg, and mostly clinging onto him. It’d gotten to the point he almost tripped over her, she’d been so close! All of this while many noble houses and their representatives came to speak with her or more rather him. As he would redirect their attention elsewhere.

He understood she was nervous about being out with so many people. And he understood that she felt safer with him. However, her behavior was getting a little . . . much. Though some part of him felt guilty that he hadn’t been able to better prepare her for tonight. If he had she probably would have fully enjoyed her celebration instead of hiding behind him for the majority of it.

Finrod raised his arm, feeling his robes shift with him and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel the beginnings of a headache. This evening was dragging on far longer than he’d like.

“Finnie? . . . Finnie!? . . . Finniee!”

He felt an insistent tugging on his robes and held in a sigh. Dealing with a hyper ten year elfling at such a late hour was not on anyones to do list he was sure. He looked down at his sister and found her clutching tightly onto his robes in her pretty pink gown. Her eyes wide and doe like as she stared into his and he felt some of the tension flow from his shoulders.

“What is it?”

She beamed up at him and bounced on her toes.

“Can we get that pretty cake with the raspberries, please?”

He frowned, raspberry cake? He hadn’t seen that particular treat being severed this evening. Not an actual raspberry cake. A cake topped with raspberries, perhaps?

“What cake?”

“The really small, pretty one, over dere!” Y/n squirmed excitedly and pointed over the buffet table, “Over dere! See?” He followed her finger and found that there was indeed a dessert that had raspberries but it wasn’t a cake, it was a raspberry tart. A sweet tasty pastry made with an almond and raspberry filling. Topped with cream and raspberries. He had eaten it before, it was very tasty, full of flavor. And something a ten year elfing definitely didn’t need at this time of night.  

“How about we save one for you tomorrow, hm?”

“Tomorrow?! Why can’t I have it now? ‘Em hungry now! Pretty please Finnie, I promise to be good!” She whined. Her eyes swelled with water and she jutted out her bottom lip, pouting.

Finrod shook his head, chuckling, “Don’t fret, I'll get you something equally as nice.”

“You promise?” She sniffed.

He playfully rolled his eyes and leaned down to pinch her nose, coaxing a giggle from her. “Of course.”

Y/n vigorously nodded her head excited. “Okay! Can we dance after?”

“I’d be delighted too.” Taking Y/n’s hand he led her to the buffet table. It was decorated with a pink tablecloth and vibrant pink colored rose petals scattered underneath the small fruits and dinner appropriate dishes. The decorations for this evening had been up to Lord Irmo's maia to decide. But he remembered how Y/n had been approached by a maia who had asked her what color she favored best. He smiled remembering the encounter as Y/n happily looked through the options.

He watched his sister fondly as she babbled about the berries she wanted and which were best. Her hair had been loosely braided for the evening. And he knew how much she hated having her hair pinned. She made it a common practice to remind Amillë and every other elf within hearing distance how uncomfortable it was. How the pins always pulled her hair too tight and how silly it made her look. He wouldn’t be surprised if Amillë had been regaled with the usual speech earlier in the evening. With a reminiscent look in his eyes he placed his large hand on her head.

Y/n huffed tilting her head up to glare at him.

“Finnie, you're gonna ruin it!”

He smirked, “Oh, please nésa, I’m not ruining it.”

“Oh, come now, cousin. You know how the ladies are with their hair.”

Finrod grinned and turned to meet the voice of his cousin.

“Fingon!” He stepped forward and clasped Fingon’s shoulder. “It's been several months since I last saw you. How have you been? Staying out of trouble I hope?”

Fingon tossed his head back as he laughed, his roped gold braids bumping against his chest. “Ha! If only! How about you, hm?” He raised a dark brow. “Smooth sailing I hope?”

Finrod released a sigh, and let go of his cousin’s shoulder, “It is as you said, ‘if only,’ though it hasn’t been nearly as miserable as last year's . . . festivities, I should say.” Referencing a particularly nasty disagreement between two noble houses that had happened late last year. Both high ranking ellons who served in the royal court. Their bickering had created quite a scandal though no one really knew as to why or what had started it, only that it had something to do with their daughters and that it had been a private affair. In the end, it’d required the King's discretion in ending whatever it was and the King refused to speak of it. Though that didn’t stop the people from speculating nor the raging gossip that had filled the palace halls.  

Fingon nodded in acknowledgment casting his eyes downward as a playful grin crossed his face, “And it appears my littlest cousin is shy tonight?”

Finrod looked down to see the top of Y/n’s head as she grabbed onto his robes partially hiding behind his leg and a surprisingly good amount of berries in her fist. He was surprised she hadn’t taken the opportunity to steal that pastry she wanted.

“If you came around more often she’d be more familiar with you.” He meet Fingon’s eyes while placing a hand to the back of Y/n’s head again. “Nésa, why don’t you say hi, hm?”

“Hi.” She wiggled herself further behind his leg, cheeks blooming with color. Fingon beamed at her, “Hello, Y/n. How are you tonight?”

“Fine.” Y/n muttered and Finrod lightly bumped her side, “And, and how are you? Do you like the party?” She asked. Quickly shoving a few berries into her mouth.

Fingon made an exaggerated nod, “I do!” Then as if he had a secret to share he leaned in close and covered the side of his mouth. “I especially enjoyed the candied fruits they served tonight.” To prove this he pulled a candied strawberry from, seemingly, his robe’s pocket and happily popped the polished fruit into his mouth.

Y/n let out a disbelieving gasp, “What?!”  She turned to him saying, “Finnie! Why does he get to have his treats and I don’t? That isn’t fair!”

Fingon reeled back in mock horror, “What!? Finrod, is that true? You're keeping her from her cake?”

Finrod glared at him while mildly wondering how many other treats his cousin had up his sleeves, “No, I am not. Now just isn’t the appropriate time for cake. She's had enough sugar for tonight.” He crossed his arms and fought a scowl from his face. He’s dealt with his energetic sister all evening and he wasn’t keen on making the inevitable sugar crash any worse than it had to be. “And she wants a pastry not a cake.”

Fingon ignored him and gave another dramatic gasp, “Not on your Begetting Day! Indeed this isn’t fair!”

He rolled his eyes, “Not that I need to remind you but it is also her Presentation to the Valar. Fetching her more sugar would not be a good idea. She’ll feel sick if she consumes anymore. Not to mention that once the sugar rush leaves I’ll have to deal with a very cranky and exhausted elleth.”

“That's all the more reason to let her have it!” Fingon waved his hand, “Besides she’ll be presented to the Valar soon enough. Why not let her have the treat? She can go to bed right after the Presentation as everyone else will be dancing and-” He paused carefully selecting his next words. “And they’ll be getting further into their drink. It’ll not be a party suited for one so young.”

Then Fingon confidently moved forward and wrapped an arm round around his shoulders. “And I am confident that the other little ones that’d been scattered about will also be leaving for their beds as well.”

Finrod only raised a brow and gave Fingon a warning look. Though Fingon continued to ignore him and instead turned to Y/n who’d been oddly quiet, “You know Y/n, why don’t the two of us go get that pastry you wanted, hm? After all, it is your special day. You should have what you want!”

Fingon separated himself from him and took Y/n’s hand into his as Y/n squealed in excitement.

Finrod sighed, leveling Fingon with a disapproving glare though he made no move to stop him. His cousin smirked at him and wiggled his brows as he and Y/n left to travel further down the buffet table.

Finrod felt his mouth twitch as he fought a smile, happy to see the two spending time together, but instead he rolled his eyes. Watching Y/n as she giggled and hopped alongside her, undoubtedly, new favorite cousin. Thankfully the pair didn’t have to stray far and he could easily keep an eye on her and listen to their conversation with ease.

“My Prince.” Finrod blinked.

Behind him stood Ramtôr, a member of the Royal Guard and a long time friend. He was dressed in golden armor and he held a staff in his hand and a sword hung at his waist. His normally loose hair had been pulled back and he wore a bright smile.

Finrod felt a flood of elation race through him.“Ramtôr!” He beamed. In his excitement he had not realized that he had called Fingon’s attention to him and his cousin watched the newcomer with great interest.

Ramtôr bowed his head, “My Prince, I do not mean to intrude but I've been sent to inform you that his Highness, King Olwë has arrived and is waiting in the foyer.”

And with that Finrod felt his heart leap into his throat.

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Irmo x Child!Reader

Request by a lovely anon:  Hi ! Can we get a Lòrien with an abused child! reader one shot please ? Where reader is mistreated and abandoned by her parents and Lòrien finds her and tries to comfort her. Please, I need fluff ! (sorry for my english mistakes, i'm french but i love your blog :D )

Warnings: violence, child abuse, fluff

Words: 1,256

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A/n: So i just wanted to say that Lórien is mostly known as Irmo 

Your small sobs sounded through the dark silent forest. Dark bruised printed on your small arms and chubby cheeks. Your big e/c eyes study carefully your surroundings as fat tears run down your soft cheeks.

Your worst nightmare finally came true. Well, you didn't know if it was a nightmare or a dream because you wished to run from the monsters that once you called parents. Since you were born, your mom and dad spend their days hitting you or forcing you to do all the work in the house.... but it wasn't enough. You were too little to reach for the plates on the top shelf which led to a pile of broken dishes. You had received the worse beat of your small life from your drunk dad.

After beating you with his belt a few times and slapping your face until your lip split open, he throws you to the old wagon and took off towards the dark forest which leads to where you are alone.

He left you there to die. In hopes that some dark creature captures you and rip your soft flesh off from your bones.

You curl your sore body into a small ball by a tree and sob into your small hands, wishing that all of this would end quickly.

"My poor child." A delicate voice sounded through the tall trees, making you lift your head from your hands. "Left here to die."

"W-Who's t-there?" You asked with a whispered voice.

Suddenly a bright figure comes from the dense forest, he was tall and was wearing long silky dark blue robes. His hair was silver like the moonlight and waterfall down his back. His skin was pearly white and his features remind you of a feline, with his cheekbones and sharp grey eyes.

"Don't be afraid, child." He says with a calm and delicate voice. The strange man kneels in front of you and pushes an h/c lock behind your ear. "I'm a friend and I've come to rescue you."

You rub your tears off with the back of your hand and sniff a little, your eyes fixed on his grey ones. "Like the knights do to the Princesses?" You asked in curious but frown lightly, looking down at your small hands. "But I'm not a princess..."

The man chuckles and shook his head, making his beautiful silver hair fall over his shoulder. "You don't need to be a Princess to be rescued, Little One." He says with a gentle smile. "I'm Irmo. What's your name, Little One?"

You look up from your hands and shrug your shoulders, trying to fight more tears from falling. "I-I don't have one... I think" You whisper, seeing the shock on his gray eyes.

"What do your parents call you?" He asked, his face contoured with concern.

You shrug your shoulders again and sniff. "Pigglet, Little Whore, and many other things...."

Irmo was speechless, not knowing what to say to the small child before him. The sadness of the child's soul had brought him here, he couldn't support more how scared and sorrowful this child was. How could someone do this to a small child??!! How could a parent do this to their own offspring? Not even the Dark Lord himself could do this to a child.

Irmo's eyes study carefully the dark bruises on the child's arms, neck, and head. Noticing that she was wearing an old rag, that only covered a little, leaving most of her little legs and arms bare.

You wrap your arms around your knees, pulling them to your chest. A hiss fell from your lips as you move your sore body, feeling the burn of the bruises that your dad made. Lórien took his robe off and wrap it around you. The feel of rich silk against your skin made you sigh in pleasure, feeling safe and warm. Something that you aren't used to it.

After a long silence, Irmo clears his throat and smiles down at you, noticing the sleep in your tearful eyes.

"Y/n," He says simply.

You frown and tilt your head to the side, confused. "What?"

"That's your new name." He gave you an excited grin and cups your cheek with his large hand, noticing how you flinch with his touch. "I have a big home and I would love to share it with you, Y/n."

"Home?" You asked with a little hope on your voice.

He nods and smiles gently. "Yes, home. A place where you could be who you are and never feel fear or sad again." He says calmly. "I can see that you have passed a bad time and you deserve better, Y/n... You deserve to feel loved, to feel safe, to be free... So, what you think, Little One? Would you like to go to your new home?" He asked.

You stay quiet for a while, thinking carefully of what he said. You knew that you shouldn't go to a stranger's home but...but you don't have anywhere else to go, no one to call family or friend and Irmo seems a good man. Well, not man since you just notice the pointy ears.

"Are you an elf?" You asked shyly.

He chuckles softly and cleans a tear from the corner of your eye. "Ahh...You could say that." He says with a grin and a wink which made you giggle. "Ahh, there it is! What a beautiful laugh!"  He says as he starts tickling you, making you laugh even harder and plead for mercy.

"Okay, okay." You huff with a small smile as you try catching your breath. "I will come with you...just-just promise that I won't get hurt anymore... I can't take it anymore." You say quietly, your eyes fixed on his, trying to see if there were lies in them but she found none.

"I will not anything bad happens to you, Y/n... I will protect you forever, Little One." He says with a serious face. He leans down and gives a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Now, sleep little one... We have a long journey ahead of us." with that, your eyes closed and sleep takes over you.

Irmo picks you up gently, careful for the robe not fall down.

"My Love?" His wife, Estë, comes from between the trees to his side. Looking down to the child on his arms in curious. "Who's this little one?" She asked as she stroke gently your cheeks with her finger.

He smiles softly down at you and looks to his wife. "This is our new guest of honor." He says as he kisses his wife lovely. "She has been through a lot, love."

Estë looks down again at you, her eyes full of sadness as she sees the bruises on your limp body. "Poor child..." She gasps. "Don't worry, My Love... You and I will give her a good life in Valinor... Let's hope that Manwë won't mad with this little human being there." She says with a grin and mischief eyes.

Irmo chuckles and nods, walking into the dense forest with you in his arms and his wife beside him. "Nah, I think Manwë will love her." He says as the three of them began the journey back to Valinor.

One thing that Irmo is sure about it, is that every Valar will love Y/n with all their hearts and will do everything in their power to protect her.

"Let's introduce you to your new family, Little One."

Hey Guys!!! Here's a new One shot with Irmo! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

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Imagine Mairon manipulating you to his side.

(So I might have slightly turned this into Celebrimbor x reader x Mairon. Sorry if that’s not what you wanted, but the idea expanded a little. Also, sorry, I might have turned this darker than expected, but I hope You still like it. Be aware of the warnings thought,)

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Warnings; Please be warned! There might be triggering things in the end which includes manipulation, stalking, creepiness, gaslighting most likely and a bit violence. Sauron is a brick in this. So read on your own accord. 

-------------------------------------------------------------------- -You thought you could forget the past, leave it all behind and forget it ever happened. 

-Why would you linger in the past? Your master was gone, and everything got destroyed in the war of wrath. 

-Angband was no more, and you had no idea what happened to others.

-There was nothing for you, so you decided to leave and live among the people as a nameless nobody. 

-You were just another elf, going on with their day, doing work and sleeping whenever Tilion shone brightly in the night sky. 

-You were just a silent weird neighbor nobody thought about much. 

-You were happy with it because no one would then try to pry into your life and discover you used to be a servant of Morgoth. 

-It would most likely end up badly for you. 

-You sometimes wonder when things were peaceful, and you willingly served Irmo in his gardens. 

-Irmo was never a terrible master like how Melkor made the Vala appear to others. 

-You wonder if he was still angry for what you did or disappointed when you deserted the blessed realm and became one of Melkor’s servants. 

-You didn’t know, and after everything that happened. You didn’t want to know. 

-You were too afraid to face Valar's judgment for your actions. 

-You were a coward. You have always been a coward and honestly not proud of it. 

-You tried to move on with your life. Go to work, go home and occasionally meet people. 

-It was boring at first, but you soon learned to find beauty in things and appreciate the peace. It was better than the metallic bangs of hammers and screeching of orcs you used to hear in Angband. 

-Interacting with the children of Illuvatar was troublesome at first because you couldn't stop thinking about how you were used to killing them upon your master’s request.

-Honestly, you never thought lowly of them like many others of your kind. Elves were troublesome during the first age because of the Silmarils. Everyone went crazy for them. However, they had their qualities. Humans were not much like the elves, and you pitied them when they were easily swayed by false words, but at least some of them were good. You don’t have much opinion about dwarves, but you admit they were a talented bunch. 

-You didn’t make many friends, and you didn’t have any motivation to befriend anyone. You did manage to befriend a human child who was a neighbor at your place. You technically started looking after them since the parents constantly fought.

-You never understood why humans were so careless toward their younglings. 

-One day, during a little walk with your little human. You were doing nothing but talking about life. 

-You came to a garden and dozed off for a moment before hearing something fall into the water and the little one yelling for help. 

-You quickly went to help them out, then another elf appeared and helped the child out of the deep fountain. 

-When the child was safe, it didn’t take long for you to recognize Celebrimbor and awkwardly stumble with your words as you tried to thank him and apologize for the trouble. 

-Celebrimbor just smiled and wanted to make sure the child was alright. 

-You two chatted for a while since he was curious about an elf with a human child. 

-You tried to keep the conversation casual, but you were sweating inside because you knew his family too well and knew what kind of things happened to one of his uncles. 

-You hoped it was just a one-time encounter. However, that didn’t seem to be the case because fate seems to bring you to him even from work. 

-He sometimes made small talk, and the conversations lasted because you didn’t want to be rude to him.       

-He was pleasant company, to say at least, and gradually you started looking forward to interacting with him. 

-However, the human child always decided to invite him to join your little hangouts

-They said it was to help you get close because it was clear that you liked him. 

-You did not understand till you forced yourself to think about it. 

-Celebrimbor’s beaming smile was like a ray of Arien’s light, and he seemed eager to meet up and spend time with you and your little human friend. 

-He didn’t even think it was strange that ravens and crows followed you or how you sometimes talked with them since they were your favored companions. 

-He asked if he could pet or feed one of them. 

-And he sometimes opened up about his past to you and the regretful things his father and family had done. 

-It was maybe the last straw because you wanted to comfort him, but you were scared because he shared the same feelings for you. 

-You sensed it from his fear. 

-The thought of love was frightening. It was a sign of weakness, and you would have been mocked for falling so low, especially with one of the Eldar. 

-You were afraid because of your past, but since the past was long gone. The future looked brighter, so you tried to embrace the feeling.

-You wondered if Melian felt the same when she decided to marry that Sindar elven king. 

-You weren’t sure how to reciprocate the feelings, but you tried. You end up listening to Celebrimbor’s voice most of the time when he spoke about things. His voice was soothing and always managed to bring a soft smile to your face. 

-Oddly, you started having dreams about life with Celebrimbor. They were bright and filled with good things and love. It felt like they were encouraging you to go forth and confess your feelings for him. It was strange, and you wondered if lord Irmo was behind them. 

-One time, the little human bugger decided to tell how you and Celebrimbor were like parents they always wanted. You felt embarrassed, but Celebrimbor smiled it off and described how it did feel like you two were like family to him. 

-It warmed your heart, and it was just a moment when you realized how you fell hard for this elf. 

-You didn’t like to admit it, but you now needed to thank your little human friend for bringing you two close. 

-Until he arrived. 

-He took a fair form and called himself Annatar, the lord of gifts. He claimed to be sent by the Valar to assist the Noldor and grant them forgiveness, but you knew the truth the first time you saw him. 

-You could recognize those golden eyes everywhere, and there was a shadow that followed his fair appearance. 

-You were frightened, especially, when he laid his eyes upon you. 

-You tried to avoid him because you knew you held no power against him and Celebrimbor already deeply trusted the Maia. 

-You hoped he didn’t come for you. You were a mere spy and an assassin. You had nothing against Mairon, the lieutenant of Melkor.

-Except for that one time when you rescued him from being killed. 

-Mairon almost died until you used your powers to turn every living creature who looked at you into stone. 

-The power of your gaze might have made you different from others, but you left everything behind after that. 

-You didn’t want to know what he was planning. 

-You stayed home most of the time. Celebrimbor often came to check since you started feigning illness to avoid going out. It pained you to worry him like that, but you deemed it necessary. 

-He talked a lot about Annatar and all the great things he helped him to create. 

-You were scared to tell him the fair messenger of the Valar was in reality, the cruelest servant of Morgoth, but you tried to convince him to be weary. You attempted to tell him all the possible dangers and lies Annatar might have told him.

-Celebrimbor being the lovable fool was sure things were okay but promised to consider your worries. 

-You decided to come out because you couldn't hide forever. There was a slight chance Mairon did not remember you since he often preferred to be held above others. It proved to be a grave mistake because he or Annatar turned his attention on you. 

-He spoke softly and like you two were old acquaintances, which was a painful truth. 

-You two never spoke like friends, but he did acknowledge you whenever you returned to Angband to deliver reports or trophies of your kills. 

-You remained polite but tried to keep things short whenever you interacted with him. 

-But, he was like a snake. Slithering close to you and talking sweet and casual things to bring down your guards, which you luckily didn’t. 

-However, he started interfering with you and Celebrimbor during your time alone and when you try to avoid showing him your relationship with Celebrimbor. 

-You almost cursed Celebrimbor for referring you as a dear friend and technically giving it away to the pretender. 

-Annatar seemed amused and looked at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. 

-The charade continued, and now Annatar started calling you little raven when he saw you interact with your birds. 

-He continued to unnerve you, and the way he interacted with Celebrimbor worried you, so you sent a couple of your ravens to keep watch if he tried something with Celebrimbor. 

-You should have been more careful. You managed to avoid the pretender most of the time and stayed at a safe distance, but this time he had managed to find your home and put you in a critical situation. 

-You found him reading a story to your little human friend, and the child was too invested to realize they were in danger. 

-Mairon hated humans. He always gave worse punishments to human thralls in his possession. He wouldn't even hesitate to harm a child.

-Luckily, you managed to convince your little human friend to go home while keeping your eyes on the Maia in your house. 

-When you were alone, he showed his true nature, and you two started talking. 

-You remained silent and respectful since he was still your superior. 

-Mairon asked what your plans were, and you told him you didn’t have any plans. You just lived among the elves like one of them. 

.-He knew that and told you it would be a waste and asked you to join his side. 

-It caught you off guard, but you tried to keep your guard and questioned what he would gain from you. 

-Your mind couldn't catch up when he kept talking, but you wished you escaped while you had the chance because the one in danger was you. 

“I do not understand,” You said, almost in a whisper. “Why are you so adamant to have me on your side?” You asked. 

“Because I can see the bad end for you,” Mairon started. “You will face suffering if you decide to take this path,” He said. You frowned. “What?” You questioned. 

“I wish to save you like you once saved me from those vassals of the valar,” He said, making you remember the moment when you uncovered your eyes and turned those soldiers into stone to save his life. You now silently regretted the decision. Two of your ravens watched the confrontation from the closed window. 

“I…” You started. “I can assure you that I do not need to be saved,” You explained while hopelessly trying to control your fear. “But why hide among people?” Mairon asked. “Why hide your true form and powers? Why so afraid to show them who you truly are?” He questioned. “I’m not…” You tried to find the words, but the questions caught you off guard that you weren’t sure about your answer. “But you are afraid, aren’t you?” He asked, looking into your eyes. 

You remained quiet because, in your mind, you knew he was right. 

“You shouldn't be afraid to show yourself. Our master favored you for your loyalty and work, so don’t you think you deserve better than what these elves can offer you?” Mairon asked, walking around you like a predator. “I was not… his favored. I only did what he told me to do,” You explained with a surprised tone for a moment. “Oh, but you were, out of all spies and assassins in his army. Your ravens and you were the most efficient,” He said. “So, you should think more highly of yourself than you do now;” He finished. You thought about his words for a moment. 

“If you join my side, you don’t need to hide, and I can offer you better things than this little elven city can give you. Do not stoop to their level because our master is gone,” Mairon said softly. You mustered the courage to look at him. “Why? I have never put myself above anyone, and I never thought lowly of any children of Illuvatar,” You explained. “And…” You struggled for a moment. “I know they made some troubling things during the first age, but they can learn. And they’re not that bad,” You said. 

“Not that bad, you say?” Mairon questioned. You shrank when you sensed the lowering tone in his voice and noticed a hint of disappointment in his eyes after what you said. 

“Tell me, is this about your feelings for that elven lord?” Mairon asked. Your heart started beating anxiously, as you knew he meant Celebrimbor. You felt frozen that you didn’t know how to answer. Love has always been seen; as a sign of weakness. 

“I have seen how fondly he looks at you, so is it love you crave from him?” Mairon asked. “Have you forgotten what you are and how you used to kill his kind without hesitation?” He asked. “No, I don’t!” You shook your head. “What will he think when he finds out you used to serve the dark lord who killed and enslaved his people? And how you watched when we tortured one of his family members?” He asked, coming dangerously close. 

“Do you think he will accept you and all will be forgiven?” He asked with a demanding tone. “No, I-!” You didn’t get to finish when Mairon suddenly grabbed you by the throat and pushed your back against the wall. Your ravens cawed anxiously. 

You winced when your back slammed hard against the wall. “Do you think that elf would love a murderer?” Mairon looked down upon you. He always stood taller than you or anyone, so your body almost started to shake with fear. 

You snapped your eyes open and stared right back at him with deep blue eyes with slit pupils. Heavy breaths escaped your lips as you tried to stand your ground. Mairon’s expression softened. “There they are. That unique gaze that would have turned me to stone if I was weaker than you,” He said, bringing your chin up to have a better look at you. He then chuckled and looked down at his wrist around your throat. You had a grip on his hand with black claws that went through his skin, making him bleed onto the floor. 

“This is what I am trying to save you from,” He said, freeing his hand from your throat. “Denying yourself and dooming yourself on a path that will only lead to a painful rejection from the world,” He explained, stepping back. “I’m afraid Celebrimbor will have second thoughts if he saw you like this and that human you, so adore. How do you think they would react when their favorite elf is someone from the nightmares?” He asked. You tried to keep yourself steady. Even though; it felt impossible. 

Mairon leaned down to your ear. “I can protect you from all that, little raven. I can protect you from the world that will eventually turn its back on you because the past is not dead to them. They will unjustly punish you for your crimes even when you tried to redeem yourself,” He said softly. You silently sucked your breath as his words lingered in your ears. “Of course,” He pulled back. “That is your decision if you still think they aren’t that bad,” He said, then walked toward the door. 

“My doors are open for you because I’m not someone to leave my rescuer in trouble, but I hope you think about my offer. The world is harsh, so think what is truly best for you,” Mairon explained. “I will see myself out till next time, little raven,” He said, then walked out of the door. 

After the door closed, you fell along the wall on your knees. Your eyes turned back, streaming with tears as you tried to control your sudden breathing. You clawed your hair, unable to control the sudden burst of emotions that caused nothing but pain. 

Your two ravens opened the windows by themselves and landed beside you. They cawed, trying to offer their comfort. 

Mairon’s words lingered in your mind, taking effect on you. He sounded like Melkor when you accidentally murdered one of your fellow maiars with your gaze. He convinced you to join his side because he was the only one who could protect you from the harsh punishment of the Valar. You were frightened, so you said yes because you wanted protection. 

You wanted to be safe. You want to refuse the offer, but you could not stop thinking about how things would turn out badly when Celebrimbor learned the truth about you. The hate is justified, but you fear it would be too much to handle since you had feelings for him. 

You stared at the ceiling for a moment, the voices in the back of your mind telling you to take the offer and save yourself from hurt. You were a murderer. You don’t belong among the people of middle earth. You have followed orders all your life, so why refuse them now?

You took a deep breath, despairing how your future would turn out. 

Mairon has always been a ferocious wolf, and you were afraid. He had already ensnared you into his teeth. You couldn't escape him.