#jealous maedhros

[silmarillion-ways-to-die]

Fans who haven't read The Silmarillion thinking movie Elrond is a dick, not realizing he's lost his father, his mother, both his adoptive dads, his twin brother, and his wife, so OF COURSE he doesn't want his daughter marrying Strider and dropping dead!

[thesummerestsolstice]

I think it would be very funny if half-elves were just all short. Even the ones who are descended from really tall elves or mortals. By mannish standards, mind you, they’re fairly average, if built a little lighter. But compared to elves? Consider:

Earendil, descended from Turgon AND Tuor, great dragon-slaying warrior, and he comes up to like, the average elf’s shoulders

Erestor son of Caranthir looks almost exactly like his father but he’s about a foot shorter and much nicer

M&M fully think something’s horribly wrong with E&E as children because of how small they are (is this because of the cold they got two years ago?? Are they not eating enough???) but turns out no, half-elves are just like that

Elros was shocked when he first met humans and realized he was taller than most of them

Elros would also love to use Maedhros's sword but he's way too short to wield it so he ends up using a an elvish knife instead

The main way people tell Luthien and Elrond apart is that Luthien was really tall and Elrond is really not

Elrond also uses his shapeshifting specifically to be tall enough to reach books on the higher shelves of the library (Erestor is very jealous)

Glorfindel appreciates this because it makes it easier to physically drag Elrond into bed after he refuses to sleep for a week

[thelordofgifs]

I do think “Maedhros is jealous of Elrond and Elros for taking up so much of Maglor’s attention” is a fun and crunchy take tbh. Give me a Maglor who’s found, in the twins, a reason for hope at last, and a Maedhros who’s determined to drag him back down into the darkness just because he can’t bear to be left alone… a Maedhros who loves his brother deeply, and ruins him for it.

[thescrapwitch]

Happy Thursday! Have a baby Maglor snippet from the next chapter of From Ruins We Grow:

Maglor had been born on a cold night like this, screaming louder than the storm outside when the midwife placed him in Fëanor’s arms. So much noise from such a tiny thing! Kanafinwë, Fëanor had said, kissing his little nose as he named him, marvelling at how full of life his new son was. Only once Maglor had been placed in Maedhros’ arms did he stop crying, blinking his dark eyes up at his older brother.

And you were worried we’d have to deal with Maitimo being jealous, Nerdanel had teased him as Maedhros, small and serious, told his baby brother all the things they were going to do together.

- then we’ll go to the pond to catch frogs, but you can’t walk yet so I will catch them for you. I’m very good at it. And I’ll teach you to spell your name and my name and Ammë’s name and Atar’s name and how to speak Quenya the right way, since a lot of people speak it wrong no matter how many times Atar corrects them, and then -

Concerned, said Fëanor, too filled with delight to put up much of an argument against her. I was concerned. Then he’d kissed her and let her sleep and spent the rest of that wild, stormy night watching both his sons.

[elfy-elf-imagines]

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Legolas:

- Elven Instinct - Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind - Epiphany - Courting a Human (Headcanons) - Fear of the Future - Adventurer from Earth (Headcanons) - First Kiss 

Maedhros: 

- Out of the Woods - Don’t Leave Me - Don’t Care If You Leave - Stop Pretending - Jealous - Light in the Dark - Jealous Headcanons

Finrod:

- I’m pregnant - You Come and Wake Me Up at 4am, To Cuddle - Finrod x Pregnant!reader (Headcanons) - Used to Be Mine | Part 2  - Choose Me

Thranduil: 

- Tolerate It - To Meet Under the Stars - In the Fields of Poppy - Same Spirit, Different Body - Too Late - Begin Again

Meludir:

- Don’t Cry - Small Surprises  - You Wake Me Up to Cuddle

Elladan:

- Champagne Problems | Part 2

 Glorfindel: 

- Lovely to be Rained on with You - Is that my Shirt? (Drabble) - Not so Hopeless (Drabble) - You’re Mine and I Don’t Share (Drabble) - To Lose is to Die

Haldir:

 - Please Don’t Cry. I Can’t Stand to See You Cry (Drabble) - Stop Biting that Fucking Lip (Drabble) - Meeting Haldir (Headcanons) - Rewrite the Stars 

Lindir: 

- Being in Love (Headcanons) - The Fickleness of Mortals - Return to Me | Part 2

Orophin:

- General Headcanons - Bite Me - Cruel Summer 

Erestor: 

- High Fever

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

I hope Fingon was close with his mother. I hope he felt betrayed when she stayed in Valinor. I hope Maitimo told him ‘I’ll come back for you’ and then didn’t. I hope he and Turgon were estranged because of his friendship with Maedhros. I hope he envied Aredhel, who didn’t care what others thought. I hope he was petty and jealous. I hope he was tricky to love. I hope he rescued Maitimo because he couldn’t stand the loneliness. I hope he freaked out when Nelyo’s brothers took him from lake Mithrim; I hope he freaked out when they left for the east. I hope he spent Dagor Bragollach terrified, searching for his father. I hope he felt abandoned. I hope he was frightened of dying alone.

[echo-bleu]

Noldor hair headcanons (2/4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | On AO3

By the time they’re settled in Beleriand, the Nolofinwëans have largely switched from elaborate styles done by someone else to (slightly) simpler self-braided styles. They’re at war now, so they turn toward practical braids that keep their hair out of their face during combat. There’s more and more of a gap between everyday styles and ceremonial styles.

The Fëanorians however are still doing things the old way. Maedhros is very unhappy that he can no longer braid people’s hair properly (especially Fingon’s) (he learns to do it one-handed eventually, but it’s never as perfect) (Fingon doesn’t mind).

The Sindar wear their hair half-up or even loose. However, they like to play with each other’s hair, and it’s not reserved for family, which is Very Weird for the Noldor to see. Galadriel has a hard time getting used to it and doesn’t let anyone touch her hair beside Celeborn, but she eventually figures out that her hair dazzles people even more when it’s loose, so she starts leaving it down.

It’s even harder to untangle as a result, and Celeborn suffers. (Galadriel is not not into hair pulling.)

Melian and Lúthien’s hair is so silky that braids just undo themselves. Elrond and Elros partly inherit that, and Elrond spends his whole life mourning that fact (he wants to do his hair like Maedhros, okay?).

Finrod is the first elf to let a Man touch his hair. He’s travelling alone and he’s touch-deprived, can you blame him? (It’s Bëor. It results in several uncomfortable conversations.)

Curufin makes himself and his brothers sharpened hairpins and various other weapons disguised as hair jewellery.

Hairstyles mingle during the Siege until, in the more cosmopolitan realms, Noldor and Sindar are no longer identifiable at first sight. Some Noldor elect to keep their hair mostly loose (though almost never entirely) while many Sindar learn the Battle Braids. They are very convenient, after all.

Avari hair customs are very different. It’s mostly about hair brushing/care being very intimate. They usually wear hairdresses or hair covering of some kind, depending on the tribe they belong to.

Gondolin has stayed highly conservative about hair, with hairstyles almost as complex as Tirion in its noontide.

Maeglin hates having his hair touched even more than his mother.

I’m tempted to make Eöl an asshole on this too, who cuts Aredhel’s hair or something, but I think she just never lets him touch her and he doesn’t care enough to try.

Maeglin grows up with his hair loose up until Aredhel takes them to Gondolin, where she remembers how Turgon is about hair, and braids Maeglin’s and her own in hopes of Looking Natural.

Maeglin’s first impression of Gondolin is that Hair Braiding Hurts (though not as much as adar’s hands). It goes downhill from there.

He’s still jealous when he catches Idril doing Tuor’s hair. Tuor doesn’t even have the decency of having beautiful Noldor hair, so it doesn’t even look that good. The next day, Idril’s braids are very wonky and Maeglin, upon seeing her, completely messes up the hair clip he was making her.

Eärendil has Tuor’s hair. It’s fine, because Elwing refuses to do Noldor braids.

Glorfindel is a Vanya and wears his hair completely loose.

We all know how that ends.

Maglor’s hair is partly burned off in Dagor Bragollach. He spends an uncomfortable few years growing it back and recovering from smoke inhalation. He revives some ridiculous hair-related ditties from his youth as voice therapy and they’re soon heard throughout Beleriand.

Finrod, badly injured and with no bodies of his brothers to bury, makes up a self-braided version of the Mourning Braids (It involves only braiding the hair from the shoulders down. That’s largely because he couldn’t raise his arms at that point, but it becomes a feature of all Mourning Braids—except Maglor’s style—for two ages to come.)

For the first time since the Ice, Fingolfin asks Fingon to do his hair, the morning after they hear of Morgoth’s victory.

He braids Rochallor’s mane and tail before setting out.

Rochallor walks back into Hithlum some days after the Eagle comes, his hair still braided. He lies down and dies with his head in Fingon’s arms.

Turgon braids his father’s hair before burying him, as he did with Elenwë, as he did with Aredhel. There is a custom that’s been developing among the Noldor of Beleriand to only give the dead a single, simple braid, so that they don’t risk being too attached to their body and miss the call from Mandos, but Turgon doesn’t know of it. No one has died in Gondolin since it was built, aside from Aredhel and Eöl.

Finrod and his Ten braid each other’s hair the night after they leave Nargothrond. Beren watches them with no understanding of the custom.

They later find out that werewolves spit out the hair when they devour someone.

It’s not a nice sight.

Beren and Lúthien do their best to clean Finrod’s beautiful golden braids of blood before they bury him, even though neither of them quite get what the braids mean to the Noldor.

Fingon’s golden ribbons are marred with blood when they find his body on the battlefield. His braids are the only way to identify him for certain.

Maedhros revives Maglor’s Mourning Braids. Mostly because Maglor does them for him. Maedhros would be fine with No One Ever Touching His Hair Again, but he’s close to catatonic.

Then the Oath awakes once more.

Celegorm’s white hunting braids and Dior’s black silky hair mingle on the blood-stained floor of Doriath’s throne room.

It takes Maglor longer to find Caranthir and Curufin. He carefully braids their hair into a single plait before they burn the bodies, in case it could help them find Mandos.

Maybe they are for the Void, but at least he feels like he’s done something.

The years up to the Third Kinslaying are awful. Maedhros and Maglor are codependent to an unhealthy degree, while the twins will barely speak to them, or each other. Maglor still does Maedhros’s hair. Maedhros doesn’t return the favour. They scream at each other daily.

Sirion is unthinkable. They attack anyway. Maedhros and Ambarussa’s braids look like bloodstains in the twilight.

Elwing’s hair floats around her as she falls.

To be continued

[thepinkseat-askthemoonbunny]

Headcanon that Maedhros was SUPER jealous when Maglor was first born, like firstborns tend to be…but with each progressive sibling he just kinda gave up. When baby #4 was on the way, Mae just sighed and was like: “Welp, this is my life now.”

[justallthesquees]

A Maedhros who was told when he was young that his parents were making a second child so that he would have a companion and playmate. They were worried he would feel jealous of the divided attention, but he is ecstatic to have his own little brother! Over and over again the importance of caring for Maglor and teaching him is pressed into Maedhros' mind.

This creates a warped sense of ownership in him. Maglor is HIS brother, HIS playmate, HIS companion. He is there to learn from Maedhros, entertain him, be protected by him, serve him. Likewise, Maglor has always been told to follow his older brother's guidance and trust in his family. His purpose is to follow him, obey him, keep him company. Maedhros will keep him safe and cared for.

Their codependency grows. The sense of ownership grows. Fueled by Feanor's sense of distrust and their natural inclination towards each other, Maedhros and Maglor quickly become inseparable. Maglor trusts his brother in all things and wants to do exactly as he does. Maedhros takes pride in this and becomes jealous when others get too close to Maglor.

It starts with the normal amount of cuddling and playing. They are young and innocent and not interested in the adult world. It continues through childhood past an age some might consider acceptable - neither care. In fact, they grow closer. Lingering hugs, clasped hands, kisses on the cheek and neck. Bathes together in the light of Laurelin. Gentle nights spent whispering and caressing bare skin. The kisses move to mouths, to more intimate places. Their hands explore eagerly. Maedhros barely knows what he is doing, but he does his best to be a guide for his little brother. Together, they discover pleasures unlike they have ever imagined.

Their nightly affections are precious to them. Maedhros grows jealous at the thought of anyone else seeing Maglor in such a way. He keeps him close, tucked under a protective arm, ever watchful of those that let their eyes linger on his brother's beautiful body. He forbids him from speaking to strangers, from going out alone, from displaying his beauty to anyone who does not deserve it. Maglor revels in the attention. He is loved and wanted, cared for, worshipped. He has in his own captor a captive audience for his displays of theatrics and love. Maedhros is wrapped around his finger and he loves Maglor all the more for it.

Maglor writes songs only for Maedhros' ears, declarations of love and lust through his sweet poetry. He performs on demand like a caged songbird, though he is happy for it.

The day he is presented with a gilded collar bearing Maedros' personal symbol, Maglor is ecstatic. It sits snugly against his throat, the delicately carved star resting in the dip between his collarbones. The sight of himself in the mirror makes them both feel giddy with lust. Maglor is truly claimed now, a prized possession just for his brother that everyone who looks at him will see.

[istaricelebelasse]

Based on the post about the Fingon and Maedhros story being shared and edited by all the peoples of Middle Earth

If there was one thing that Bilbo enjoyed about Rivendell it had to be the Hall of Fire. It was grand to share and listen to tales and songs, and there was always an appreciative audience when he wanted to debut a new work.

Not that the tale he wished to share on this particular evening was one of his own. Instead it was a traditional tale, one normally shared around a winter’s hearth or underneath the Party Tree.

He readied himself to recite the words, as comfortable with the paths of the tale as he was with those of the Shire. His audience was a rapt and attentive as any group of faunts, for if there was one thing that Bilbo had learnt of the elves, it was that they adored new tales.

(He supposed that the same stories became boring after a few thousand retellings.)

A final puff on his pipe and he was ready to begin

—

Once, when the sun and the moon were new, there lived a fair maiden. She was as beautiful as she was kind, with long red curls she let tumble down her back. She was as apple cheeked and stout as any good hobbit lass should be, and every lad from miles around was enamoured with her.

But she only had eyes for one: a prince (for it was in the days when kings and princes still lived) who had once been her closest childhood friend. He was brave, and true, and could often be found speaking to all manner of bird and beast.

They planned to be wed, and their love was so great that even the flowers themselves bloomed brighter for joy.

Yet there was another. A wizard, cruel and jealous, who did not wish for anyone but he to set eyes upon the beautiful things in the world.

He saw the love shared by the lady and her prince and wished to hoard her beauty all for himself.

He sent his spiders and wolves to capture the lady one day as she gathered flowers, and they bound her up in ropes of silk to take to a tower. There she was locked away, away from the sun and the moon and the growing things of the world.

When his lady love did not return from the woods, the prince worried. He had heard the howls of the wolves and feared the worst.

He gathered up his fiddle and sling and ventured into the woods to find his lady, yet when he reached the glade she loved he found but her kerchief and basket.

The prince would have fallen to despair, but for a starling who had seen the spiders and wolves and shared this with the prince.

He followed the starling through the woods, the trees arching overhead.He called out to his love as he walked, playing his fiddle and listening for a response. But no response could be heard.

Deeper and deeper he ventured into the woods, until at last he came to a valley where the trees were ancient and hunched.

And so the prince called out to his love again, yet no response was there, until at last he started to sing a song. It was so beautiful that even the birds joined in, and finally so too did his lady love.

It echoed across the valley so sweetly that even the wind itself seemed to dance to it.

The prince followed the sound of the singing to a great tower, where his lady love could only be spotted by the shine of her red hair in the sunlight.

He hunted and searched for some way to reach his lady love, but to no avail. The walls were too smooth, the trees too short, and the vines too weak to support him, and with no way to reach her, the prince finally asked one of the birds for help.

First the robins tried, but they were too small. Then it was the doves, but they could not work together. Next a swan tried, but he could not fly high enough.

Finally an eagle stepped forwards. “Step on my back,” He said, “And I shall take you to your lady.”

And so the prince climbed onto the eagle’s back and it carried him up, up, up to the top of the tower where his lady love resided.

Their reunion was sweet, and neither could have said who was more glad to see the other. A final obstacle lay before them though.

A rope of silk bound her wrist so that she could not climb down the tower, so for all that he had reached her if he could not break the rope then all would be for naught.

First he tried to cut the rope, but it was too slippery and his blade would not work. Then he tried to untie the knot, but it would not be undone. Next he tried to argue to rope open, but it would not move.

Finally a tear slipped down his face and splashed onto the rope. Moved by the love between the prince and his lady, the rope untied itself and coiled into a neat pile on the floor.

And so the prince and his lady love flew away from the tower on the back of the eagle, back to their home. They were wed and lived happily ever after to the end of their days.

—

Bilbo leant back in his chair, content with the applause and compliments paid to him by the elves. His version would never be quite so good as that of the Old Took’s, but he did a good job of it if he said so himself.

In fact, the only one who did not seem utterly enamoured with his story was the Lord Elrond himself. His host had a queer look in his eyes that did not match the smile upon his face, it almost looked pained.

But then he blinked and it was gone, and Bilbo decided he must have imagined it.

After all, everyone knew the story was completely made up.

Didn’t they?

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: Brother’s Best Friend | They Get Jealous When You Bring A Boy Over

Headcanon: Maedhros, Celegorm, Fingon, Angrod, Egalmoth & Beleg

Request: How about this, remember your brother's bestfriend au with Beleg, Maehdros, Fingon, etc? How about the sister brings over a guy because she thought that the elves didnt have a genuine interest in her? And they get jealous. With all the same elves - Anon

A/N: It was a pleasure writing these headcanons for you, anon :) My stomach was performing cartwheels writing them jealous.

Warnings: female reader, heavily suggestive content, making out

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Maedhros

Just your typical Friday night when he pays your brother a visit and the first sight he stumbles upon is you and some…GUY being all close and flirty with one another as if nothing ever happened between you two.

Being the eldest of seven siblings, his temper and jealousy control knows no bounds because has been through it all. So when he notices the interaction, he quietly shuffles aside to meet with your brother in his room and BOILS.

Y’all really thought Mae wouldn’t become jealous, especially after all those nights of spending hours in your room while your brother peacefully sleeps like a log? He wants to launch that guy out of the house like a javelin for simply breathing in your direction.

The entire time he’s in your brother’s room, he’s creating all the excuses to step out just to return downstairs so he can stalk the interactions until he can no longer take it and corners you the moment you step aside.

“I like your friend.” His deep voice startled you as he stepped into the kitchen after your friend ran off to the washroom. Mae’s eyes never left your figure standing behind the counter and shyly looking away as though you were caught committing a crime. You were in his eyes.

“Mae,” you softly replied with a scoff and a shake of your head. “It’s not what you think.”

“Then tell me what it is,” he growled.

Your eyes snapped upwards and met the darkened look in his eyes as he fought against the restraints he created whenever he was around you in the open. His silvery orbs were shifting into darker hues of grey, swirling around as his look morphed into jealousy with a touch of hunger. His footsteps were light and calculated as he slid into the kitchen and came to stand behind you, pushing a lock of hair away from your ear.

His towering presence and body heat radiating off him made your stomach flop and butterflies erupted. Just the mere act of him pushing your hair away from your ear left you anticipating. And you were lucky. His hot breath ghosted the shell of your ear as he craned his neck to match your height while he placed his right hand on the countertop to sandwich you.

“I’ll tell you what is. You want me to bend you over this counter like I always do and make him watch and listen as you moan my name,” he breathed while his lips brushed against the tips. “How can a guy not want you? Look at you, even I want you and I don’t appreciate competing for what’s already mine. So tell him goodbye because you already have a friend: a boyfriend.”

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

Feeling like all the air had been forced out your lungs from how hard you were breathing, your fingers curled into the countertop as the images began flashing across your mind like flashbacks. Gulping and managing to reply, you looked at him from over your shoulder. “If you’re jealous, you should just say so.”

“I’m not jealous, princess. I’m just claiming what belongs to me.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Celegorm

All hell is going to break loose the moment he and your brother walk through the door and witness the sight of you and some random…GUY is all cute and playful. Standing close to each, bumping shoulders and laughing at his jokes.

It’s worse when your brother doesn’t even know who this GUY is, so this gives him the cue to step up and become the big bad wolf to cryptically remind you that he doesn’t tolerate it and you’re in trouble.

The first thing Celegorm could do is make himself known by standing as menacingly as possible in the area and STARE until you both become uncomfortable. Either you speak out on his actions or the boy, and if he does, Tyelko loves the direction the confrontation is heading.

You should count your blessings that your brother is present because he wants to know just as much as Celegorm does, and he’s also preventing Celegorm from flipping your house inside out.

His gaze was locked on you the entire time, wanting you to catch the hints that you weren’t going to be let off the hook for this stunt. “So who’s your lil friend over here?”

Rolling your eyes exasperatedly at the silver-haired oaf, you turned your head to cast an apologetic glance at your friend before introducing him. “This here is Nestaron, and he’s in the same year as me in uni. We have most of our classes together.”

Without missing a beat, Tyelko’s brows furrowed as he threw a questionable look at your friend before returning his focus to you. “Together? What do you mean by that kitten?”

With the simple use of your pet name, the poor boy inwardly cringed and felt like he was overstepping boundaries he didn’t know were up. His eyes were everywhere but you and Tyelko as he fiddled with his thumbs on the stool while you and your brother’s bestie were having a murderous stare-down. You couldn’t understand why he was being so negative about your friend when he didn’t even know the boy.

“Um…” Your head swivelled at the sound of your friend’s voice and watched as he hopped off his stool and grabbed his bag pack. “I’m gonna head out now. Sorry if I ruined anything between you two, I didn’t know you were together.”

“We’re not together.”

“Yes, we are!”

Nestaron’s eyes darted between you and Tyelko, while Tyelko and your gaze were locked on one another. His face wore a triumphant smirk while yours held disbelief at his jealous behaviour. In the middle of your stare-down, Nestaron ushered himself out of the kitchen without saying another word and departed from the house.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I come over and some random guy is being all flirty with you. Don’t even tell me that he wasn’t flirting because I know what flirting looks like. I do it with you all the time!” he whisper-yelled, finally entering the kitchen to corner you between him and the fridge. His forest eyes held anger and sadness in them the longer he held your gaze.

Fighting the urge to bite your tongue, you narrowed your eyes at him and craned your neck upwards to challenge him. “Why do you care so much?!”

“Because I don’t sleep around. If I do, it’s only one person, you. There’s meaning in that, but you haven’t recognised it yet,” he uttered softly whilst lifting a finger to caress your cheek. It wasn’t long before his gaze darkened as his words lingered in the air and his gaze fell to your lips. “So if I were you, I’d continue making your little meal while thinking about it because you’re gonna have to apologise to me later…night.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Fingon

No, jealousy is not his favourite colour because green doesn’t go well with his appearance. He refuses to reach that level where his temper tips into becoming the green monster, so all he does is painfully observe with a fake smile and silently SIMMERS.

What he doesn’t know is that he is genuinely jealous the longer he stares at you and your new buddy outside, laughing and chatting away too close for his personal taste—he does notice the way your new buddy stares at you when you weren’t looking, and he isn’t happy about it.

His face contorts and his breathing quickens, and his focus isn’t even on your brother explaining some new game he’s been wanting. The entire time he’s calculating what and how to approach you without hinting that he wasn’t pleased with the interaction.

He didn’t want to appear like some jealous-possessive type of lover—he wasn’t sure if you considered him that—but Fingon knew that something had to be done to reaffirm his security when it came to your relationship.

Pleased to have found a moment to steal away from your brother, he manages to accidentally bump into you the moment you re-entered the house from the backdoor, leaving your buddy in the backyard. Noticing Fingon muttering to himself, you paused from entering the guest toilet and walked over to inquire.

“Hey,” you sang and tapped his shoulder. “You okay? Noticed you’re looking sad?”

Feeling your hand on his shoulder, he melted under your touch and swivelled around to face you with a nonchalant expression while he was dying on the inside. Eyes shortly roaming your figure, he took an up-close image of your attire and ground his teeth. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

His left eye twitched.

Stifling a burst of laughter behind your hand, you tilted your head and teased—wasn’t a smart move on your end. “You haven’t spoken a word to me since you came over and I missed you. This isn’t because I brought my friend over?”

Fingon stifled his laughter—attempted to which came out like a scoff followed by a dark chuckle. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before slowly biting his lower lip. “Now where’s the humour in that? What’s so funny about missing me when you invited your little friend out there to keep you company? You shouldn’t keep him waiting too long; he’s probably getting lonely.”

His inability to hide his jealousy while denying it was adorable the longer he pouted and hunched over the counter contemplating. It urged you to step closer and wrap your arms around his waist, moulding your body against his. “You’re jelly Finno. I told you, he’s just a friend. Only a friend.”

But Fingon knew otherwise, for in your friend’s mind, he considered you more than what you did. And much to his annoyance, Fingon was beginning to lose his patience from the way you were pressing against him, driving him insane with your sweet fragrance. Breaking the restraints, his hands found themselves cupping your neck and tilting your head upwards to meet his lips brushing against yours. He smirked at your sharp intake of breath.

“Jealous,” he purred. “If he’s just your friend, then you wouldn’t mind if I staked my claim right here and now?”

“We can’t do that right now Fingon.” You were trembling in his hold the more his lips brushed against yours.

“Oh no sweetheart, that’s for tonight when I have all the time in the world. For now, a little kiss,” he breathed raspy as his lips trailed past your lips, along your jaw and to the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Right here, where you can show it off for me, hm.”

Indeed his definition of a little kiss was a few scattered hickeys on either side of your neck for your friend to receive the message.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Angrod

He wants nothing more than to toss your friend out the front door by his collar like a javelin without hesitation. His anger is seething the longer he stands beside your brother being introduced like he’s a side character all of a sudden.

It’s worse when your brother shows clear signs of knowing about your friendship with your guy friend for some time. Angrod’s eyes are twitching, and he’s irritated that you would even consider another boy to be your friend when he existed.

Were his frequent visitations not enough to get it into your head that you were together? The entire time he’s in the house, his eyes are locked on your little friend, gaging his every move to ensure they don’t cross a line.

And the only line your friend managed to cross was the way his eyes would lock onto your figure as you moved around the house. Was the need for looking like some love-sick puppy necessary?

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at her?” Angrod grumbled as he sat on the stool on the other side of the island while his opponent sad on the opposite side returning a challenging smirk. “It’s quite disrespectful since she considers you a friend, don’t you think?”

“Says who, you? Jealous of a little competition? Afraid that I’ll win her heart with my charm and good looks?” your friend sneered and folded his arms to appear larger. He was lucky that you weren’t present in the kitchen as he and Angrod had their exchange.

“Someone who looks and is built like the Shoebill stork shouldn’t be boasting so loudly. I would humble myself if I were you,” countered Angrod with a triumphant smug while darting his eyes at the staircase to look out for your return. He’d hate to be caught arguing for your attention like some jealous child—he hated engaging in the act currently as they argued.

Feeling insulted, your friend cleared his throat and released a sarcastic laugh. He wanted to return an insult concerning Angrod’s looks, but the blonde was indeed too handsome to bring down. Instead, he changed the topic of insult to another. “Going for my looks is a bit low, don’t you think? At least I’m not the one parading around as Y/N’s fake boyfriend; hate to say it, but that’s all you’ll ever be.”

“Funny that as Y/N’s fake boyfriend, I get to be in her room every night and anytime I visit instead of being limited to the kitchen…” Hitting the roof of his mouth with his tongue, he threw a wink at his stunned opponent whose jaw visibly clenched at hearing the disadvantage he faced. There was no way for him to overcome this defeat; indeed he had lost the game. “As her fake boyfriend, I get to know her inside-out, and more. What do you know?”

“I–…I…”

“Nothing. So consider this a respectful warning. The next time she calls you over, don’t. Your intentions don’t match hers and mine.”

Before your friend could respond, your footsteps echoed in the distance as your feet came thumping down the staircase and bounding into the kitchen. The first person you walked past and greeted was Angrod with a blink and smile before turning to sharply raise your brows at your friend and heading into the fridge, unaware of the tense exchange they both had.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Egalmoth

The fact that you thought for a second that after all the ramping around the sheets you and Egalmoth did and STILL thought it wise to bring a male friend over was you setting yourself up for some punishment.

Egalmoth wasn’t going to let this go…until he assessed the situation and decided the outcome was justifiably enough to his liking. This included the entire build-up process of eyeing your friend down and turning his visit into 21 questions.

If you were going to bring someone over, at least pick someone worth being in your presence to make the repercussions lessen. Instead, you picked someone who couldn’t hold a candle to your flame and then dared to state to Egalmoth’s face that he was interested in you.

Egalmoth was ready to get this over with and done. He wanted this BOY out of your house and never to set foot inside here again while ensuring that this incident never happened again…with anyone else.

“El, what are doing?” you barked out in a muffled voice as his hand clamped over your mouth. His face was inches apart from yours as he managed to fit his body into the cramped spacing of your guest toilet, not too far from the living room. Despite the dim light, you were able to notice the wicked gleam in his eyes as he towered over you.

“Shush, princess. Have no fear; I’m only doing what I’m supposed to: ensuring what belongs to me carries a signature.” He grinned wickedly as his hand slid off your mouth to wrap around the front of your throat and applied a small amount of pressure to the sides to prompt your eyes to roll into your head. A small whimper escaped, causing him to bite his lip. “Do you think your friend would mind I helped his eyes to stop roaming?”

The only response was a soft whine as he applied more pressure while nibbling on your lower lip. It didn’t take him long to turn his nibbles into slow kisses, leaving you breathless. He left no room for your body to pull away as he engaged in the sinful act in the privacy of your guest toilet. All your moans were gobbled up by him—a courtesy he was kind to pay—however he didn’t spare his mouth travelling lower to place hickeys down your neck, biting and sucking your skin as though it were nectar.

“E–…El, we’ll get caught…”

“Even better.”

Much to your fear and his satisfaction, in the middle of his hands travelling further to cup your ass while his mouth was busy on your clavicle, a knock on the door and your name went off. “Y/N, is everything alright? You’ve been in there for a while now.”

Suddenly, you heard Egalmoth’s voice rippling by your ear. “Go on…answer him or I will.”

The fear that resonated from deep within made you blurt out a rapid, shaky reply. “Y-Yeah, I’m f-fine. A little stomach, ah…problems.”

He hesitated to reply on the other end, finding your responses suspicious, however, he nodded his head and returned to the living room to wait for you.

“That wasn’t so hard was it, love? Now let’s see how many marks I can leave on you in five minutes.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Beleg

He’s confused because as much as he’s sleeping around with you; you are welcome to have friends of the opposite sex. However, it’s the proximity of the interactions that’s been bothering him since he was introduced.

Even a glance he made in your direction, there was a little guy friend who was, too close and with his arm wrapped around your waist. Beleg needed to check his eyes and perform a double take for that one. Your friend had Beleg plotting if removing someone’s hand was acceptable in instances like this because he needed it to be.

The rest of the night Beleg had vanished out of sight, cooling himself off with a walk in the dew because, for the first time, he was unsure about his self-control. He really liked you but didn’t want to ruin anything by confronting your friend.

It’s only when he returned during the early hours of the morning, that he realised that his cooling off was pointless since your friend was still present in the house.

“Why are you still here?” Beleg’s voice rang out clearly with a hint of displeasure as he eyed your friend up and down, scrutinising him harshly. “The celebration’s over, you should be at home.”

“Ah, about that. Y/N asked me to spend the night.”

Beleg believed that murder was the appropriate answer to this issue and not removing a limb. His eye twitched at the audacious remark which prompted a series of rises and falls of the corners of his lips. He had enough time to commit the crime and clean up the scene before anyone woke up. That seemed like the most suitable plan.

“Y/N asked you to spend the night? Doesn’t sound like the Y/N I know,” Beleg replied and took a few steps into the living room to remove his jacket. From the new angle, his forest eyes were shining brightly with thirst and eagerness. “Sounds to me like you invited yourself here when you should be at home. Would you like me to take you home?”

“Relax man,” your friend surrendered, laughing with his hands raised. “I don’t mean any harm.”

“Of course you don’t. You’re entirely harmless because your arms around her waist all night weren’t enough for me to know your intentions.” Walking into the kitchen to grab a can of Sprite from the top shelf, he popped the lid off and took a deep swig while boring holes into his challenger’s caught expression. If it was one thing you couldn’t Beleg with, it was knowing when someone was interested in another person: he knew the body language all too well.

Crossing his arms and legs as he leaned against the counter, your friend whispered ‘touché’ before he attempted to stand his ground once more. “If it bothers you this much, then why haven’t you made any move on her yet instead of leaving her available for people like me to have a chance?”

The urge to throw up at the assumption was vividly expressed on Beleg’s visage the longer he stared. With the can of Sprite already discarded in the bin, Beleg grew tired of maintaining the unnecessary weight of the conversation and chose to silently walk out of the kitchen with a small ‘good night’, making a turn for the staircase.

“Where are you going?”

“To sleep, what else.”

“I know, but shouldn’t you be sleeping down here since they don’t have any rooms to offer?”

Beleg chuckled, shaking his head with a victorious triumphant grin. “That only applies to you. I get invited to sleep in Y/N’s room whenever I’m here by Y/N. Good night.”

Masterlist

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[fflewddur-feanorion]

BELERIAND SWIM TEAM AU!

Maedhros: Distance, possibly 400 IM. Does he like these races? Is he doing them out of duty to the team? Is he actively trying to make himself miserable? No one knows.

Maglor: Backstroke. Will 100% swim over the other people in his lane in order to move as efficiently as possible; somehow everyone still thinks he's the 'nice one.'

Fingon: Sprints anything under 200 meters and will not touch any other races. (He and Maedhros complement each other beautifully, but their attempts to swim together will invariably end in disaster.)

Aredhel: Breaststroke. Had a bad experience with her previous team; now determined to do Everything and befriend Everyone. She and Celegorm are housemates and sometimes host parties after meets.

Celegorm: IM. Constantly practices his starts and turns; has not been disqualified in a race since 2016. A great teammate... with one notable exception. (He was the best IMer on the team for years until Beren beat him! He's a little jealous, okay?)

Luthien: The school's best diver in living memory. Her dad-- a former diver-- is also her coach. She and Maedhros are both captains and respect each other immensely.

Beren: IM. Transfer student. Celegorm told him the wrong practice time on his first day. He walked into the pool while Luthien was practicing and walked out several hours later with a girlfriend! Yay!!! The pair have been unofficially adopted into each other's teams, much to Celegorm's (and Thingol's) dismay.

[thesummerestsolstice]

Hair Headcanons for the rest of the Finweans:

Celebrimbor: Dark, raven-wing colored iridescent hair. Exactly like Feanor. Just like the rest of Celebrimbor. I'm sure he doesn't have any feelings about that.

Idril: Blonde hair with darker streaks near the roots. 10/10 for shimmer, looks like actual gold. Even Glorfindel is vaguely jealous. She particularly enjoys how sapphires look in it and often wears it in locs, like her father.

Maeglin: Dark hair, like Aredhel's; often seems to have streaks of a dark purple color. He usually wears his hair loose, which would be a safety hazard in the forge if not for the Finwean Hair Magic™��. He does very little in the way of hair care, but his hair still always looks perfect because of course it does.

Earendil: Originally had blonde hair similar to Idril's, but that's changed since he became a living star. Now, his hair looks almost like golden fire, flickering strangely even without wind, tapering off to white near the end, though his glowing hair has nothing on the radiance in his eyes, which is said to burn the unworthy– just like the Silmaril he wears as a crown.

Celebrian: Her hair is actually very similar to her mother's– the "silver" in her name refers to how it looks under the moon, but under the sun, it has a distinctly more golden hue. Is often seen with fireflies floating around her hair like a crown. (This may or may not be Elrond's doing)

Gil-Galad: No one can agree on what Gil's hair looks like. Some say it's as silver as mithril, flowing long and straight down his back. Others insist his hair was just like Fingon's– though maybe a bit darker. Other say he had Finrod's golden curls, or even Maedhros's red tresses. What they can all agree on is that Gil clearly had Finwean Hair Magic™️, and was therefore clearly a Finwean... even if they weren't sure exactly where he came from.

Elrond: Exists at the fascinating intersection of Finwean Hair Magic™️ and Melian's Maiarin magic. Normally, his hair actually looks a lot like Finwe's; dark with many colors of sparkly iridescence. But sometimes, on nights when the moon is full, or when thunder rumbles in the valley, it seems to have a mind of its own; more living shadow than hair. Many people have asked about this. Elrond has not provided anything resembling a proper explanation.

[sallysavestheday]

Hii! Here are some pet ideas I think about very often but have never been elaborated upon (they are all russingon cause they are my baby boys) :

1. 4th age Valinor russingon having an actually serious sparring match to work out their differences

2. Maitimo getting SO much attention from girls and the hilarity that ensues (jealous findekano, jokes about being each other's wives, findekano trying to invent new ways of protecting his boyfriend's sanity). Whenever I think of this I think of an image I'll never be able to draw but I can see all the same: Findekano drinking from a wine goblet with his arm slung over Maitimo's shoulders, watching the crowd and talking together.

Thank you! I am a 4th Age Russingon rebirth angst monster, so here you go. 200 words (special treat, mwahaha) of them "working out their differences." Enjoy!

Neither of them has taken blows like these in centuries. Fingon has sparred with friends, sweaty and teasing, followed by wine and singing in the baths. He has not been serious. And Maedhros has been dead. But after one too many council sessions in which they’d sat bristling and snarling at each other across the chamber, Finarfin had lost his temper. Take it to the ring, he’d said. And don’t return until you’re done. Well, then. As the King commands. There is no jesting in the eyes that track each other’s movements, assessing and predicting based on ancient patterns and the quirks of reborn bones. There is no mercy in their hands. They are both bruised, both bleeding, hearts flung open, striking hard with arms and minds. A blow for betrayal, a blow for abandonment, a blow for destruction, a blow for despair. For Fëanor, Fingolfin, Míriel, Indis, Finrod, Húrin... Doriath; Sirion. For insisting on living. For dying alone.   All the grief of their lost kingdoms, of their lost friendship, spills out as they grapple and batter and claw. There is no grace, at the end. Only a flailing, exhausted affection. Fingon weeps first, but it is Maedhros who falls.

[meadowlarkx]

Some March fic recs!

For Tolkien Fanfic Reading Month! Limiting myself to stories I read in March (but posted anytime). (header by Anna Zakharova on Unsplash)

picnic by @swanmaids - A bored and reckless Aredhel goes to Vána's orchards seeking adventure and has an experience. This lush and sexy fic feels like a warm summer afternoon. I love how seductive and eerie Vána is here!

Kiss and Marry by @thecoolblackwaves - Have you ever looked at Celegorm and Curufin and thought, "They should be the stars of a romcom"? No? This fic is here to reveal that wonder to you.

弄假成真 by Divano_Messiah - Maglor has been telling people at school that he has a boyfriend. Maedhros is jealous until he learns who it is. (I admit I read this via google translate, you can too...)

Envy by @polutrope - In Tirion, Maglor and Elemmírë struggle to handle each other's reputations with equanimity. The people around them try to respond. This fic is so funny and sweet--I love this take on Elemmírë and Fëanor's guest appearance is hilariously him.

Youthful Regrets by kitkatkaylie - Turgon and Maglor fall in love in Valinor before Turgon's engagement to Elenwë. I really like the personality contrasts of this ship, with Turgon opening up to Maglor, and how this story sketches out their relationship through the whole arc of Silm to its bitter separation.

I risk my life to make my name by @maironsbigboobs - The brave knight Galadriel goes on a journey to meet the Green Woman Melian and her fate, ft. adventures along the way. I love how Tolkien is blended with Arthurian conventions here--it works so well and brings out the myth vibes of Silm that I love so much!

Strange Currencies chapter 12 by @jouissants - This is such a beautifully-crafted tale in every regard, but I want to especially mention this flashback chapter I read in March, covering Maedhros' and Maglor's voyage on the swan ships up to just before Fëanor's death. The horror of the Fëanorian Noldor arriving in the dark with their distrust, inflated ego, and total lack of knowledge of Middle-earth comes through here so, so vividly--this part can be read by itself, go check it out!!

Oubliette by Stramonium - Horrifying and so vividly written scene of Maedhros in Angband, isolation, and monstrosity. Poetic and awful, I can't do it justice in summarizing it.

arrangement for flute and harp by @jouissants - Maedhros is determined to work late, so Maglor and Fingon decide to entertain each other. The Himring atmosphere and incredible character dynamics make this also really sexy smut such a wonderful story.

whatever you would crave by @eight-pointed-star - Sooo sexy ficlet in which Fingon and Maedhros attend to Maglor's Needs. Short but immensely powerful.

scherzo for ink and parchment by @dovewifes - Charming and comedic missives exchanged between Maedhros and Maglor during the Long Peace, ft. romantic endearments and the invention of emojis. Maedhros' so-apparent love for Maglor is something I especially cherish about this fun fic.

Star-kissed by @aipilosse - Celeborn of Doriath rescues recently-of-Gondolin (and silver-haired!) Celebrimbor from a predicament in Nan Dungortheb. Incredibly clever, funny, and hot!

Purification by @zealouswerewolfcollector - Thingol is curious about Maedhros: throne sex ensues. A favorite ship of mine in a flavor I'd never considered. Incredibly intense and super well-written.

Comfort from a Heavy Hand by @undercat-overdog - After the Bragollach, Mablung tends to an injured Beleg, and they seek comfort together. The wreckage and destruction of the battle feels so vivid in this one, and the dynamic of Beleg/Mablung as past teacher and student (and current battle companions) is wonderful.

Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow by @welcomingdisaster - A brilliant installment in an ongoing Children of Húrin AU series that has the most beautiful, unsettling, and dreamlike atmosphere. In this fic Maedhros teaches "Cáno" about pleasure in preparation for their marriage bed. Catnip to me personally!!

Proxy by @aipilosse - Celebrimbor comes to reproach Celegorm in Nargothrond after Finrod's departure. They fuck. Gender, tension, messy and complicated emotional dynamics all around. The dirty talk is so so good.

Star of the Nevrast Shore by joanofarcstan - Silmarillion filk of one of my favorite folk songs! What more is there to say!! A sweet tale of Gondolin told from Voronwë's point of view, recounting the love between him, Tuor (the star of the Nevrast shore), Idril, and Maeglin.

A Light Burns in the Forest by fictional_hr_department - Thranduil and Oropher escape Menegroth with child Elwing. The title and art by @lycheesodas give me chills and the atmosphere of the fic as they make their disorienting journey to Sirion really brings to life the terrible aftermath of the second kinslaying.

By Your Side by HiyoriTomioka - fem!Eärendil and Elwing support each other in this ficlet... such a good vision of this ship, and the way Eärendil thinks about Tuor and Idril here with longing uncertainty makes me think of a trans!Eärendil even though that is not explicit.

Something Sleepless in Mirkwood by @imakemywings - Thranduil sickens as the Greenwood does. Elrond tries to heal him, but can't understand at first what's happening. Brilliant and canon-compliant (To Me) wry, proud, and eerie woodland king Thranduil--go give this a read!

A boat, my boat, out upon the River by Tethys_resort - Sméagol is trying to craft his own boat to take fishing. His family keeps getting in the way. This sweet fic paints such an idyllic picture of proto-Hobbit life and made me really feel the tragedy of Gollum.

The Fortress by TheLegendCreator - Brief and haunting fic in which a Dwarf visits the ruins of Himring and they have a conversation. I love the view this offers of Maedhros and the fierce loyalty Himring and its folk had for him.

one whole with my other by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor - Indis' marriage to Finwë is transferred to bind her instead to reembodied Míriel. This turns out to be a good thing. An incredibly touching, beautifully wrought and worldbuilt story. I just love it so much.

The Number One Exercise for Relieving Work-Related Stress (Click to Find Out!) by @imakemywings - Date night in Mirkwood. Maglor (Noldorin princess, ex-kinslayer) adorns herself for the benefit of Thranduil (the Elvenqueen)--or that's her plan, anyway. This story is so sexy, so funny, and honestly so touching. I just adore this ship as a happy ending for Maglor and their relationship is gorgeously fleshed out here.

Cousin, Sister, Lover, Queen by broken_pencils - Lesbian Éowyn discovers desire... through Éomer's betrothed Lothíriel. Lothíriel is a stealth fav for me from the Éomer fics I used to read as a kid and I really enjoyed her here, and the lush atmosphere of this story.

His Return by @danmeiljie - Beautiful, tender scene of Maedhros and Maglor reuniting as per @tari-cua's art. Such lovely descriptions in this one and so cozy.

[eri-pl]

Why did Melkor hate Feanor so much?

(No, this is not a very pro-Melkor post, I'm using the name because it's about the time period before he was called Morgoth)

Tldr: It's Finwe's fault. It's everybody's fault.

Yes, Feanor was the best elf, and stealing and breaking the best of every group was Melkor's thing. Yes, he hated everyone in general and Feanor had a temper.

But I don't think that's all.

I think the main reason was jealousy for something Feanor had and Melkor didn't ever have and very, very much wanted to have since forever.

Feanor had a lot of unjust favoritism, positive bias and not always healthy love from his father. (Because Finwe felt guilty about the whole marriage situation)

Just imagine: you're a little narcissistic Vala, who thinks he's better than all your siblings (you remember when they didn't exist and it was much better), and that you deserve better, and should rule everything, but Iluvatar (the very name means "everyone's dad", not *everyone's dad but especially Melkor's") tells you that you're just as much valid as everyone else, and please stop messing up, and no, you can't be king of Arda, Manwe gets to be the kind of Arda.

And then there's this elf. Everybody praises him. His father lives him much, much more than the other children. He's the crown prince, the heir, the everything. And his personality is so much like yours, only he's more patient (which is of course unfair to you). And you warn him that his younger siblings will try and usurp him, after all that's what siblings do and maybe later he would help you get your siblings in their place. He threatens his brother with a sword and his father doesn't tell him that his brother is valid too, doesn't tell him to stop messing up, doesn't demote him. Instead, Finwe goes to exile with his son and it's very passive aggressive at everyone who was against Feanor.

And this throws Melkor into a rage and hating Feanor, because that's exactly the sort of behavior he would want from Iluvatar, but Iluvatar is, well, God, and not an emotionally immature elf traumatized by the death of his wife.

Seriously, very little things hurt as much as when you have an unhealthy expectation (especially after you've been repeatedly told it's unhealthy and started internalizing that), and someone else has the exact unhealthy thing happen to him and it works perfectly well for them. Repeatedly. I've been there and it's infuriating.

So add that to a divine power with full on narcissistic personality, and you have a recipe for disaster. And the disaster of course happens, with the trees and Finwe, and everything.

I'm glad Feanor died on the Balrogs, I'm afraid to think what would happen if he was captured alive (think: Maedhros but up to eleven).

And no, I don't blame it on Finwe only.

He was the emotional center, but he didn't do that much. Just some bad parenting. If he didn't remarry, of course... But also, if Miriel didn't say she won't be back (which turned out to be wrong anyway), if Feanor wasn't so jealous, if the Elves didn't go to Valinor in the first place (which was canonically a bad idea on part of the Valar, but also wouldn't be a thing if Melkor didn't mess Beleriand up. Of course it's still mostly Melkor's fault). So many ifs.

(I don't blame the Valar for letting Finwe remarry, I think he might do it without their consent too, and it's not really their business to let him or not. They might have given him some advice, but I doubt they had any good advice.)

So yes, Melkor bad, but the situation was triggering, and especially if you assume that he did reconsider his behavior a little during those 3 ages, some interesting what-ifs arise

(Also, if Feanor was more positive towards him, it might end up with the army of Noldor trying to fight the Valar to give Melkor "his rightful place", because Feanor would see himself in Melkor and the whole "usurped by youngest siblings" thing)