#kanafinwë x reader

[lovefairymina]

"-Laurë, Makalaurë," A gentle, yet familiar voice murmured, causing Maglor's eyes to snap up, and the sight before him shock and disbelief warring over his weary features.

He shook his head, dropping his lyre upon the sand as he stood up abruptly as the waves lapped at the instrument calmly.

For before him was you, his exwife, for how could someone still be in love with a kinslayer like him?

You stood still, waiting for him to come to you, a warm smile on your lips. He could not help but reach for you, for his love for you had never died. As if he was an injured animal, Maglor let out a soft whimper as he approached cautiously. Undeterred, you reached out with your small hand, cupping his cheek as you stood before him, the sea breeze tossing your hair over your shoulder.

"Oh Makalaurë, my love, I'm sorry I'm late," You whispered, brushing your thumb over his pale cheek, tears welling in your eyes at the sight upon his gaunt face, his silver eyes dim with despair and regret.

He shook his head in denial, his salt-flecked eyelashes fluttering, "No, you cannot be here. I cannot let you follow down my path. You must be a dream, a wraith, an apparition, nothing more. Why must your memory torture me so?" Sobs wracked his thin frame as he feel to his knees before you.

Your heart broke at the sight of your husband's defeated figure, at the sound of his heart-wrenching sobs. Closing your eyes, you took a seat on a nearby rock, pulling his head to rest upon your lap as it did all those Ages ago. "Makalaurë, Kanafinwë, my Kano, can you not feel that I am truly here in front of you? Does our bond mean nothing to you anymore?"

Maglor's head shot up in horror as he shook his head furiously in denial, "No, beloved, you must believe me when I say that you mean the world to me. But you cannot be here, the dark path I have walked will only taint you as it has me. I must do everything in my power to stop you from following me."

You sighed, shaking your head as you carded your fingers through his messy locks, "Kano, I am here to bring you home."

"Home?" He warbled, "They will never allow me in Valinor."

"That is not so, my love, for your father and siblings have been reborn and now your family is waiting for you across the sea - I have been waiting for you. I petitioned the Valar everyday so that I may come to get you from across the sea. And now my request has been granted and now I am here," You murmured, leaning down to press your forehead against his, "Come home, my love. It is time to come home. Come home with me."

Looking back and forth between the ocean and you, he hung his head and sulked. “I do yearn for home; to feel the warmth of the air and grass once more without suffering…” His voice drifted off as a tears fell onto the sand. “If you truly say so…t–then, I’all come home.”

[kiatheinsomniac]

👀 your request are open my my, may i please get a Maglor x Reader were Maglor is teaching the reader to play an instrument because he walked in on them trying to play it and sound awful and Maglor see it and has to much pity to leave them sounding like that so then helps, and the reader confesses they were trying to learn because they were in love with him.

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: pure fluff hehe ♡ also I'm proud of that pun title-

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Maglor x Reader

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No matter what you did, you simply couldn’t find a way to play many strings at once, to layer up notes into a fluent melody the way the light of your life did. You let out a huff and administered a slap to the instrument's frame as though the reason behind your terrible playing was its lack of cooperation and not your own lack of skill and experience. 

“Now what did that poor harp do to you?” A voice as pleasant as a summer’s breeze asked from the doorway. Your eyes snapped in the direction of the sound only to see the reason why you were trying to teach yourself how to play an instrument in the first place: Maglor. 

“It might not have done anything to me but that hit certainly relieved some of my frustration…” You replied with pouty lips as Maglor came and sat down beside you. 

“I take it you’re trying to teach yourself?” He prompted. 

“Is it that obvious?” 

“I don’t mean to insult you. Being self-taught is a very admirable thing but a bit of advice couldn’t hurt, right?” You tried to bite back the soft smile that wanted to paint itself across your lips. 

“Am I being offered a free lesson by the great Maglor?” You raised your brows in pleasant surprise. There were many musicians across the east and west who would feel blessed at being presented with such an opportunity. 

“I could teach you much more useful things than hitting the poor instrument.” He replied with an edge of teasing to his tone. 

“Very well then. Where do I begin?” He took a seat right next to you, arms reaching around your body to position the harp in your lap and you felt as though electricity were dancing across the surface of your skin. He smelled good: like fresh soap and old paper. Had he come from the library? You could hear your pulse thrumming in your ears, the rhythm of your body falling in tempo with the few strings that Maglor plucked in a sequence. He took your hands in his and you could feel the callouses that the strings had formed upon his fingertips as he did so, encouraging you to mimic the sequence of notes he had just strummed. 

“Good…” He praised, voice right by your ear and you were wondering how you were simultaneously existing in reality while you were so far into the depths of your own world where this wasn’t a generous moment between an admirer and her oblivious crush but an intimate one between two lovers. You could feel his breath on the shell of your ear, hear the smile upon his lips that you had so often imagined pressed to yours- “Almost, if you just pluck these two in time-” He corrected you and you hadn’t even realised that your fingers had plucked at the strings in the first place, so far into your head and trying to keep your cool at having his body pressed to yours. 

As he continued to play simple melodies for you to mimic, adding a new part each time, you felt his body relax more against yours, broad chest pressed to your back and comfortingly leaning some of his weight on you as the air around you became filled with music. The melody was so simple and yet full of a tender emotion and you knew that only he himself could have composed it. Was he making it up on the spot though? You wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he could create such beauty off the top of his head. 

You lapped up each second spent with him until you realised that the sun was now filtering in through the windows at a slightly different angle. The two of you had been like this for a few hours now, some of Maglor’s dark hair spilling over your shoulders, his chin propped upon your shoulder and body remaining just as close to yours. Your fingers stung and you fought the urge to hiss at each pluck of the strings because you simply couldn’t bear for this moment to end. You tried to ease the friction by plucking in a lighter manner but it seemed that he picked up on it because he took your hands in his once more in order to examine your fingertips with his pale grey eyes. 

“Why didn’t you say something?” He asked, “You’ll blister from playing string instruments so much as someone who has never done so before.” 

“I was just enjoying this too much I suppose…” You murmured and you heard the Fëanorian behind you hum in thought. 

“I would be glad to do this again if you would wish for me to do so.” He spoke up and you couldn’t help the smile that beamed upon your face. 

“I’d love to!”

“On one condition.” Oh no. What had you done? 

“Go on.”

“You tell me who it is you’re learning for?” Oh, valar, “You have a distant look upon your face as you play, you seem so determined and yet at peace at once. Who are you picturing yourself impressing?” You bit on your lip. He had given you an opening, hadn’t he? Surely you should take this opportunity? 

“He’s incredibly talented…” You began, “And kind. He has a big heart, even if not everyone would expect such of him.” You couldn’t meet his eyes and could feel your face heating up, “I admire him a lot and the way that he captures emotions in his songs: his admiration for the beauty the world around us has to offer, love in all its forms, the joys to be celebrated but also pain and longing…” 

“With such a range, I must be aware of this fellow musician, no?” 

“Oh, I expect that you should know him quite well.” You dared to meet his gaze for a fraction of a second but found that you lacked the courage to hold it, averting your eyes once more. An enamoured smile teased the corner of his mouth before he took up your hands, fingertips raw and would soon be blistered, and pressed kisses to each little wound. Your breath caught in your throat at the gesture, your mind seeming to forget how to breathe when he folded your hands into his and leaned forwards to press his final kiss to your brow. 

“I have an oil that will help to treat these if you would join me.” He spoke softly, “In the meantime I would just love to tell you all about this beautiful lady whom I had the pleasure of tutoring today. She’s so very precious.” 

“I must be aware of this fellow student, no?” You echoed his words from earlier. 

“Oh, I expect that you should know her quite well…” 

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[doodle-pops]

Seconds Chances Are Worth Living For

Maglor x human!reader

Request: Hi can I request an fic (or onehsot) where a human finds Maglor wondering the beach where he threw the silmaril and they help him? - anon

Warnings: human!reader, light angst with happy ending/comfort, depressed and gloomy Maglor

Words: 1.3k

Synopsis: Nobody ever said second chances in life were easy, nor were changes necessary to bring them.

“Will you not come with me?”

His heart twisted painfully; your words lingered in the air like an unwelcome odour he desperately wished to dispel. Too often had these haunting words surfaced in his mind during the agonizing days of solitude. Too many times, he found himself yearning for them to materialize into reality, yet he remained resolute in his pride, steadfast against the prospect of accepting forgiveness. Deep within, he longed for the warmth of a fireplace, enclosed by walls of solace and finality—enough respite from the harshness of the ocean waves and the mournful cries of seagulls.

His posture, detached upon the rugged rocks, nearly melding into the static structure, remained unmoved. On the contrary, you stood unwavering before him, your gaze fixed upon his threadbare form draped in the remnants of shame and despair. It was a clash between an immovable object and an unstoppable force, and you were determined not to be the one to yield. Whether it was destiny or the cosmic alignment that led you to his desolate presence on the shores of Forlindon, you were resolved not to depart without pulling him away.

Defiance surged through your veins as you continued to face his statuesque figure, yet you restrained yourself from encroaching upon his personal space.

“If you stay another hour, you may succumb to fatal illness,” you pleaded, voice above a whisper. A strong gust of wind roamed the shores, prompting you to curl your cloak around your shoulders tightly to your body. There was a faint chattering of your teeth as you gathered the courage to speak up again. “Please, there is a cabin not too far away from these shores. The least you can do is come with me for something warm to eat and drink, perhaps a warmer change of apparel?”

Maglor’s gaze stretched into the distance, fixed upon the horizon, while his fingers gracefully danced through the air, as if caressing an unseen harp. Murmuring unfamiliar words, too delicate for mortal ears to grasp, his lament echoed the sorrows of a bygone era when the world was in its infancy. This was the poignant scene that unfolded before you: Maglor, singing with a voice textured like sandpaper, tears encrusting his eyelids, lips weathered and parted, fingers weaving through the invisible threads of melody, and eyes reflecting a profound abyss of desolation.

In a single glance, your heart welled with empathy, and tears threatened to spill from your lashes. In a burst of compassion, you implored and beseeched him to find solace within the confines of your cabin, offering a glimmer of hope to bring an end to his eternal torment.

“Please,” –you stepped closer, dwarfed by his largeness despite his malnourished physique– “I’m not asking you to stay forever if that is what you believe I seek. I only wish to help you—”

“Why?” He spoke or rather, croaked!

“Well…” you fumbled, stunned at his ability to communicate after minutes of attempting to capture his attention. “Because it is the right thing to do.”

“Why?”

Flapping your lips like a fish and furrowing your brows to mimic confusion, you stammered, “W-Well, I mean��You shouldn’t be alone out here in the element…suffering. You deserve a warm bed and comfort.”

“Why?” You never imagined that reaching out to aid a person would become so difficult. Indeed he was proving to be an unmovable object, but you were willing to be that unstoppable force who spoke wisdom into him.

For a fleeting moment, your gaze descended from his lean countenance to the weathered rock upon which he perched, his nimble fingers still weaving through the breeze in search of a haunting melody. A serene ambiance enveloped both of you, juxtaposed against the impending unease hanging in the air. The turbulent seas clashed vehemently against the headlands and platforms, while the sky hinted at an impending tempest, prompting you to ponder earnestly on what he sought from you amid the impending cataclysm.

Rubbing your cheek to battle against the frost nipping at your skin, you pinched your lips, then scratched your head as though an oncoming headache was surfacing. “Because I want to help you and I believe you are in need of help. My mortal compass would not rest well knowing that I left someone out in the element to suffer when I could relieve some of it.”

“And…what if you are…” He never finished his words for his throat seized up on him, but they lingered in the air ringing obviousness to what he was conveying.

“Wrong? Then I will learn a life lesson to not trust strangers who are on the brink of death.” Releasing a chuckle as you crinkled your nose, you looked at him once more. “I rather spend my time helping someone in need of it instead of having restless days and nights knowing I left you to suffer. If I am wrong…—everyone suffers differently, the good, the bad and the indifferent. What matters is that I helped; what you choose to do after is your choice and path.”

For the first time since your encounter, his lacklustre gaze fixed upon your earthly form, shrouded in ebony. His eyes meticulously studied every nuance of your being, from the strands of your hair down to the contour of your chin, even discerning the intricacies of your skin that radiated vitality. It was a quality of his that had languished in purgatory for countless eons. Compelling his lips to part, his pallid complexion yielded, producing droplets of moisture that emerged, imparting a semblance of colour to his wistful countenance. “But…am stran…ger.”

Resisting the urge to physically shake him by his shoulder before being beyond complex, you huffed and widened your eyes, tears threatening to spill as your emotions swallowed you. “Yes, yes! I know you are a stranger! You could be a sea creature too for all I know, who crawled out the depths of the ocean to lament his sufferings to the surface world! But none of that matters because I know a suffering person when I see one because I too… Please, let me help you. Don’t…give up without trying. Let me help...”

Maglor drew in a slow, measured breath before exhaling. It felt as though some divine intervention, dispatched by the Valar to alleviate his torment, had arrived in the form of your unwavering determination. Perhaps the burden of his endless years wandering the shores had become too much for even the Valar to bear, prompting their counsel for his return. Alternatively, this could be yet another vivid dream, a product of years spent attempting to conjure solace. Regardless, it all seemed serendipitous.

Though he longed to inquire about his fate should he accept, the strength to articulate a single syllable eluded him. As his eyes locked onto yours in search of sincerity, he grappled with the duality of seeking both truth and deceit, yearning for the former.

Setting aside his infamous pride, swallowing it like a scalding-hot, white rod, a new chapter unfolded. The courage amassed since ancient days returned, instilling confidence in his actions. However, the lack of physical strength betrayed him, causing his legs to give way, sending him tumbling into the damp sand. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire to weep at the transformation he had undergone and the shame he carried. Your arms delicately extended, encircling his waist, as he clung to your figure. From a once-great prince to a desolate wanderer in need of mortal compassion, Maglor held onto you as you struggled to lift him onto his feet, leaning his weakened body against yours.

“All is fine, I have you. Just walk with me, small steps and we shall get there safely and securely,” you softly reassured as you carried him towards a new beginning.

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[sotwk]

I was wondering who are your fancasts for your headcanon world?

<33

Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

Am I right in guessing that your question was prompted by my reblog of your reblog of Charlie Hunnam's gif set? XD

Because if so, I will just say that I am very excited to have selected Charlie as my fancast for Théodred of Rohan! (Excited because I hope to start writing chapters of my Eomer x OC fic soon, which actually co-stars dear Théodred.)

I have a growing fancast list for the SotWK AU! I still need to get around to making an official and complete list, but since you seem curious, here is majority of what I have so far.

Apart from Reader Insert stories I write in response to requests, all fics and characters I create are grounded in the SotWK AU, so these characters exist consistently across and crossover between my stories.

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend 

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë  - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde 

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

Darthol (Gelir's birth-mate) - Dan Stevens

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen 

Nimeithel (oc cousin of Celebrían & mother of Itarildë) - Rebecca Ferguson

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

Elemírë (oc wife of Glorfindel & sister of Elenwë) - Vanessa Kirby

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

Eärondir (oc son of Círdan & father of Maereth) - Alexander Skarsgard  

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman 

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto 

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

Signyr (oc shield-maiden & Éomer's love interest) - Katheryn Winnick

Léodor (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Chris Hemsworth

Héothain (oc in Éomer's Éored) - Will Poulter

Haradrim

to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

YUP. I almost didn't want to insert that little spoiler of my upcoming fic, but I'm just too excited about fancasting the widely adored Pedro Pascal in my AU. It will be one heck of a character, too! I am SO VERY excited to create Harad OCs (Pedro's will be the main one)!

Thank you for the Ask! Although this list is still messy and incomplete, answering it puts me one step closer to getting an official fancast list done! :)

Just tagging people whom I think/hope might be interested in this:

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[lockedloki]

Could you please do a Silmarilion character matchup for me? I'm a 5ft2 female, I'm a gray asexual but a pan romantic person. I'm a INTJ and a INST. My personality is fiesty, calming, wise, easily excited, sensitive to others, brave, sassy, and meek. My spirit animal is a hedgehog. The favorite song to sing is a thousand years. 🌙

I match you with... Maglor!

something he loves doing with you

he loves walking with you hand-in-hand through the gardens, whether you two talk or hum or just enjoy the peace surrounding you in that moment - there's no fighting, no screeching cats destroying the drapes, no diplomats to entertain,

n o t h i n g

something he admires about you

he loves how your personality is like a rose, unfolding and revealing something new everytime

but he does wax poetic about it whenever he gets the chance, especially to tease you

your ✨aesthetic✨

early spring picnics (the wind still with a slight bite blowing through your hair, huddling closer to each other because you forgot a sweater), the smell of new wooden instruments, dancing barefoot on tile floors, sound of singing you can't pinpoint down a hall, brow kisses, the sun setting over the horizon - red orange golden blue

[lovefairymina]

Maglor was quietly reading on his bed. His room was nearly dark save for the one candle burning on his nightstand, illuminating enough light for him to read his book in peace. It was peacefully quiet, a rare thing in Amon ereb. 

After a day of spending time with the young peredhel twins and tucking them to sleep with a kiss of goodnight on their foreheads, you had accepted an invitation from a friend to go drinking, and Maedhros had already gone to sleep after a day of work, so Maglor had some free time in his hand. 

Maglor decided to wait for you and read to pass the time. He had faith in your abilities to come back by yourself, but he had worries since times were rough with Morgoth looming in the north and orcs lingering in every corner of Beleriand. He couldn't help but worry something might happen to you. 

Your relationship had been rough ever since you found out what he had done and how he had taken the twins into his care. You were upset and disappointed with him. You distanced yourself from him, avoiding any romantic gestures and acting like you were nothing but acquaintances. The love you once shared for each other seemed to be gone. It broke his heart, but he said nothing, knowing you had every right to be angry with him. It was already a wonder you had decided to stay to care for the twins, which he appreciated greatly despite his yearning to have what you once shared. 

Maglor hummed when he heard the door to his bed chamber open and saw you walking in, slowly and stumbling in your steps. He felt glad, but then confusion settled in when you began to undress from your outer clothes. 

He didn’t know what to say. You had your own room, so he wasn’t sure why you would come to his. He then noticed your eyes which seemed glossy and his nose caught a faint scent of alcohol. You were drunk. 

You kicked off your shoes after laying down your clothes, wearing nothing but a shirt and trousers. You then turned toward him, proceeding to stand and stare at him in a mix of confusion and hesitation.

Maglor stared back in confusion, uncertain what to do. 

“Do you… want to come to the bed with me?” Maglor asked. 

You frowned, then shook your hand at him. "No, thank you. I'm sure you're lovely, but I already have a knuckleheaded minstrel for a lover," you answered then just laid down on the floor, falling asleep.

Confusion set upon his brows as his eyes darted left and right, and around the room, he opened his mouth to gasp in disbelief. Him? A knucklehead? The absurdity! And coming from his own lover. Never him, there had to be someone else. It had to be!

Continuing to stare at your drunken sleeping figure with narrowing eyes, he scoffed. “Knucklehead of a lover?! You're lucky you're intoxicated and I have a soft heart to let you sleep because I would demand to know who else have you been seeing behind my back. I could never be a knucklehead lover so it must be someone else obviously,” he grunted with a dramatic eye roll.

[lovefairymina]

Kano, love, *yawns* I’m sorry to bother you since you just got back from patrols and you must be exhausted, but Elrond and Elrond have been asking for their bedtime lullaby from you and nothing I do seems to compare - could you sing to them please, love?

“I'll see what I can do,” he muttered and kissed your cheek. “In the meantime, you should get some rest, I'll join you shortly.” With weary eyes and a sluggish body, he trudged down the corridor to the twins bedroom with little strength to singing them goodnight.

[lovefairymina]

Maglor, darling, exactly how powerful are you? When you were just singing, I could have swore I saw the sea that you were singing about!

Letting out a few soft chuckles, he continued to play his harp. His fingers strumming the strings and playing chords alongside the theme of his song. “Many of us elves possess that ability my dear, it is a natural gift.”

[lovefairymina]

Kano, look! I had a music box made of our song - now it’ll be like you’re always with me even when you’re far away or busy

Holding the delicate object at eye level, he marvelled at the beauty and dedication. The fact that you went on your way to make this instead of him touched his heart. “I would have expected for me to make something like this for you, but this...I'm blown away. It is beautiful!” he cried. “Might I request another, but for me?”

[lovefairymina]

Kano, there is an elf lord called Elrond who claims to be your son waiting outside. I'm quite aware that you took no lover in Beleriand and I'm quite sure I haven't given birth yet - care to explain what's going on?

Looking at you dazed, it took more than a minute for Maglor to grasp your words and reply.

“Ah— oh! Elrond! Um. . .well, he's my son, but I adopted him!” he exclaimed, “well he's actually my cousin, my very distance cousin I took within my care after some things. . .happened.”

Casting a reassuring smile at you, he rose from his chair and rushed to the door, eager to introduce you both.

[lovefairymina]

Maglor, dove, I hope you don't mind but there was an orc sneaking up on you and the only thing I had nearby was your harp, so I took the strings and strangled it, so... you'll need to get your harp restrung, but hey at least I saved your life!

“B-B-...But my harp!” he sulked. His body deflated the longer he stared at his tattered instrument slowly splintering as he held it.

“I mean...I'm grateful, but my harp. Couldn't you use a rock?” he tearfully asked with a pained smile.

[lovefairymina]

Kano, can you read to me? I always hear you sing, but I don't think I've ever heard you read a book aloud before, and I'm sure you'll sound just as amazing and I can't get enough of your lovely voice - please?

“I'm beginning to think you love my voice more than me!” he chuckled amusingly, fond of the compliment about his melodic voice.

Setting his harp aside, his soundless footstep fluttered across the carpet and stopped before the bookshelf. “Any particular story you have in mind dearest, or shall I read to you a favourite of mine?”

[lovefairymina]

Makalaurë, sing to me please? I've been feeling quite stressed lately and I can't seem to calm down, but I know I always feel better whenever you sing :)

“A song for my unwell songbird,” he cooed as he inched closer to run your forehead with love and care. A tender kiss was added to the mixture before he rubbed his nose against your cheek, relishing in its softness and comfort. “Have sweet dreams while I play for you, darling.”

[lovefairymina]

Maglor, you sang so wonderfully at the festival that I could not take my eyes off of you - would you be amenable to singing for me privately sometime?

“Privately you say?” he sang as he plucked a string to match his pitch. “You would request that I, the great and mighty singer of the Noldor, give a private performance to the love of my life?... Yes, I most definitely will.”

[lovefairymina]

Dearest Kánafinwe,

I have not decided if I think of you as an ellon that prefers sweets, or the type that prefers things of a more acquired taste...

I wish to send you a thoughtful basket, yet I have no idea what kinds of treats or wines to put in! So for now, I hope this letter, albeit small, finds you well.

Until we meet,

Your Secret Admirer 💋

Dear Secret Admirer,

While I do not have a sweet tooth, but enjoy a few treats in between, your gesture is thoughtful and appreciated. I would love to meet and formally thank you for your gift when sent, but I see that you are not ready to reveal. Until then,

Kanafinwë Makalaurë

[lovefairymina]

Káno, will you please help me write a letter to someone.... I wish to confess my feelings to you er um them 😳

“A letter! A love letter more importantly. Might I have an idea to whom the letter is for, that way we'll know what to write?” he chimes with a sweet smile and a twinkle in his eyes.