#maedhros x blind!reader

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Elrond/Elladan/Elrohir Sleep Headcanons

Pairings: Elrond x reader Elladan x reader Elrohir x reader

Warnings: None 

Author’s Note: Another one for the Blanket Series! I hope you enjoy it!

Lucky for you these elves never saw the light of the two trees therefore you don’t have to worry about being blinded or annoyed by elf light. 

Elrond and his family have such a mixed bloodline

And being part human gives them the ability to sleep with their eyes closed!

I repeat, eyes closed! Which means no creepy staring in the middle of the night. Though because they do share maia and elf blood you do have the off chance of waking up to an open eyed stare. 

Like when you get jumpscared by that chair that carries all your laundry. But instead of a chair it's an elf.

Elrond: 

Elrond isn’t much of a cuddle bug, and usually just sleeps on his back in the middle of the bed like a mummy and the occasional book on his side.

If you want to cuddle up into his side though he’s down for that.

He has horrible nightmares. And when you cuddle up into him he’ll grip your arm in a vice-like grip. Worried that you’ll slip away from him.

He sleep talks. 

Always mumbling something in his sleep. Either telling his children to knock it off or scolding Erestor and Glorfindel.

Though occasionally he’ll break your heart and talk to Maglor and Maedhros asking them all the questions his child self never got to ask. 

You sometimes have to cry yourself to sleep. 

6/10 sleep buddy

Elladan: 

Elladan sleep koala’s you. 

And by that I mean he wraps his entire self around you. Typically you can’t move.

Both Elladan and Elrohir have an insane fear that you’ll be snatched away in the middle of the night. 

So he hates it when you get up to leave him

He tends to snore into your ear though. Thankfully it's not earthquake level snoring, it's just that calming sound you’ve grown accustomed to. 

Like a little louder than necessary asmr video.

Though he tends to run a little hot so you only sleep with a sheet covering you usually.

Honestly without all the blankets, sheets, and comforter on me that’d freak me out. It's like opening yourself up to an attack. Like when you stick your foot off the side of the bed. 

Elladan is a 5/10 sleep buddy

Elrohir: 

Elrohir usually sleeps on his side and prefers the left side of the bed by the window.

So you usually cuddle him as the big spoon with him holding your hand and pulling it to his lips for an occasional kiss.

When you get tired and frustrated with it though and just want decent cuddles from him. You'll climb over him. 

He gave you permission though so despite all his grunts and groans from your potential smack downs and kicks. He just wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. 

Most of the time you’ll just snuggle into his chest. Under the blankets and listening to his heartbeat.

He runs at the perfect temperature. 

And other than you climbing over him sleeps pretty deeply.

Elrohir doesn’t really snore but his breathing sure is audible.  

Overall Elrohir is a 8/10 sleep bubby. 

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Better Than The Stars

Caranthir x reader

Request: Hi Mina! Can I request a one shot where Maedhros or Caranthir are married after being reincarnated and they're struggling with people opinions about their children (hair color, their patrents past, Fëanor...) meanwhile their wives don't care even more because they're noble and know about their society (plus Nerdandel Is supporting). However lots of fluff and family actitude 🩷 thank you!!!! - @foreverandadaydarling

A/N: A pleasure to create this piece on your behalf dear. Enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, angst, comfort/happiness, reborn!Caranthir, arguments, Caranthir wanting to separate

Words: 2k

Synopsis: There were days when even the great son of Feanor required reassurance that your choice to be a family was genuine and not out of guilt.

Pulling the blanket over your shoulders, you stood in the doorway, watching your husband tediously slave away, attempting to garden. A chore that once came easily during his youthful and glorious years of peace was now foreign and laborious. You would have been fine with assisting him, but quick he was to assure you that you shouldn’t be the only one labouring around the household. Your response? A simple smile and a pat on his shoulders before leaving him to his own devices.

It was now spring, and Arien’s rays were barely peeking through the clouds to relieve the winter coldness. What little crop you two managed to save during the previous seasons was now getting the opportunity to grow. Winter was harsh for you two since you no longer lived in the comfort of your parent’s homes or the lavish life you once did in Thargelion. Returning to Valinor, branded as outcasts or the darkened ones, most of your family turned blind eyes to many of the returned—as did the former servants of his house. Most were quick to beg for forgiveness and repent their rebellion towards the Valar and were easily forgiven; however, their compromise was to never serve under their house again.

You, along with a few of their spouses, openly chose to remain at their sides after their rebirth, believing that if they were given a second chance at life, then there was still good left in them. Unfortunately, your choice of dwelling with him left a stain on his heart when he realised the life you would have to live with him—giving up the lavish treatment you once had.

“Ease up on the hoe—the handle already has a crack, arimelda.” Halting his swing mid-air, he turned to gaze at you with soft eyes, but behind them, you saw the distant look of regret.

Yes, he regretted you being dragged along with him in a swirl of chaos and destruction. He promised you the world when you both wedded and instead, he brought death, pain, and heartbreak. Though you knew the true reason behind his actions, hence the force being placed on the handle with each swing the tool made with the earth.

His children.

Your two daughters became the newest victims of the backlash the House of Feanor faced. A brief excursion into Tirion’s market yesterday left them scurrying back home with tears streaming down their ruddy cheeks, a precious trademark that made them all the more magnificent in their father’s eyes. Keeping the incident a secret from him all day yesterday to maintain peace was broken this morning upon mindless eavesdropping as his girls hush-hushed the harsh words. His first instinct was to fly into Tirion and have his daughters pinpoint the individuals before giving them a good old-fashioned taste of his mind, the classic Moryo style.

Had it not been for his daughters' pleas alongside yours, the House of Feanor would have left another mark on their reputation.

Sharply exhaling and relaxing the flare of his nostrils, he gave a pained smile. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t notice. I’ll fix it when I’m finished.” And yet, his smile didn’t reach his eyes as it once did.

“No need, just go easy on it.”

Offering him a genuine smile, one that reached your eyes, he dropped the hoe.

He still couldn’t understand, to this day, how you could be happy amidst the life he had you living. You deserved the riches he bestowed upon you in Thargelion. Whatever you wished for, he would have been able to grant—be it the largest diamond, a platter of fruits, or the finest material for your clothes. Not this broken life of struggling to bring in a good harvest or being cursed at when you went into town for produce and meat. Even the relationships with a few of his brothers felt strained, the harsh, cold, blank stares you would give them whenever they visited.

You still hated them for persuading him to retrieve the Silmaril, even though you knew he had no choice. You just wished it had come at a later date so more time could have been spent. At least his mother did her best to reach out and act as a guidance counsellor when she could. Her words were harsh at times, despite the honesty behind them and bias towards her sons, giving recognition to her wisdom. But not once had she persuaded any of her daughters-in-law to leave her sons. That was the sole decision she left you ladies to make; your choices were your consequences.

Frowning, deep in thought, he parted his lips to argue. “Why—”

“Don’t, because I will give you the same answer as I always do. I just want to be with you. I’m happy with you,” you reminded with a single huff.

Returning a breathy laughter, wanting nothing more than to scream and yell at the now nonchalant and lackadaisical you were treating the crisis, he curled his fists into his trousers. “Really? Is that the life you genuinely want with me when we have children? If it were you and I, then I would be less inclined to leave, but we have a family who have now become victims! And for what?! Looking like me and coming from this accursed family! This is not the life I want for them and you!”

“Then you would prefer us packing up and departing after expressing your gratefulness upon your rebirth that we stayed?!” you snapped, lowering your tone to prevent your girls from picking up that their parents were arguing.

“Yes! Yes, I would have preferred that instead of having to listen to the vile comments targeted at my children and you!” He shook his head and turned to gaze at the dirt ground. Standing in the troughs he had dug, he felt insignificant for the first time in his life. He felt lost as if his purpose had been stolen from him.

Maybe if I covered myself with dirt and grew, I might be able to start over again? I’d be able to regain a purpose in life.

“Do you genuinely believe I would leave you so easily? Have I not walked through fire and gotten burned to prove my loyalty? Is that not what this family is all about? Do you honestly want to chase us away because of naysayers? I’ve said it time and time again, I don’t care about other’s opinions of us. What happened to the Morifinwë who didn’t care about other’s opinions?”

“He died long ago and has no intentions of returning now that he has children!” He allowed himself to stand there in the dirt and lifted his head to gaze at the overcast above. “You could return to your family, taking our daughters with you, and atone for your actions. You all would not have to struggle or be hated—everyone would adore you all, a life of luxuries and opportunities. You were never hated, always loved, so why do you still stay when the situation shows no sign of bettering?”

If the Arien was out, I’d be able to sprout properly. But even she would not wish to cast her rays upon a person like me—they were too beautiful to be wasted.

Tugging the blanket tighter around your body as a brisk cold wind blew through the garden, you shivered. Listening to the branches quake and shiver from the intensity of the violent wind, you could observe and ponder how long your actions had troubled his mind. He didn’t drop his head from the sky; he kept it facing upwards and left his hands curled into fists at his sides, controlling his temper. Opening his mouth to respond, he quickly snapped it shut, unable to provide an appropriate counter.

It was something he had done less and less since his rebirth. It was the most eerie change in his persona. Gone was the easily angered Caranthir, replaced by a mellowed and soft-spoken person. Still, he’d grind his teeth or grumble under his breath at the hate, but always bit his tongue because he knew it was the truth and there was no point in fighting it. Yet, there was anger behind your decision to remain at his side. You could have left him, never to be heard of again, and lived in a peaceful paradise.

“Because we would not have been at peace if you were not around. To hear our children ask for their father, why wasn’t he coming around or if he didn’t love them anymore are questions I would like to avoid. I want our girls to grow up knowing and seeing you in a different light compared to how others perceive you.” Your voice was soft and considerate, and his tensive posture was relaxed when it reached his ears. “I want them to know that their father was kind and loving, and someone who made an effort.”

Relaxing his fingers from their tight grip, he wiggled them around to alleviate the ache. Lowering his head to your level, he turned to confront you. His forest green eyes pierced into yours, seeking warmth and honesty behind your words. And you allowed him to—there was nothing to conceal. He deserved to witness the truth for himself.

“I want peace and I also want happiness Caranthir. Do you remember our vows, happiness and sows, for better or worse, through the good times and bad? I chose you from the start and I will continue to choose you until the end of time—we will stand with you until the end of time.” Walking out the doorway, you stepped barefoot onto the dirt. Grimacing because of the coldness of the earth seeping through your pores, you continued to walk until you stood before him.

Extending your hand, you tenderly grasped his freckled one and raised it until it met your lips. Returning a smile to him, of which he was unaware, you kissed the back of his hand before reaching your other hand to encircle his waist. Despite the stern and unyielding expression on his face, your actions were the exception that broke the ice, causing him to blush slightly. This was one occasion when he could not deny being captivated by your gesture.

Raising your head to meet his gaze, you captured the longing, desperate reassurance in his stare.

“Sometimes I wonder who is the more stubborn of the two of us.”

“I have never been happier Moryo; you make me the happiest person in the world.” Saying this, you took his hand encased by yours and rubbed it against your cheek before repeating the gesture upon his ruddy cheeks. “Your daughters love and want you in their lives; don’t push us away.”

“Even in this state of living when I can no longer provide the best?”

“You always give us your best.” At the whisper of your words, a warm wind blew through the gardens and wrapped its cool arms around you both, pushing you into one another. Within that moment, two extra pairs of footsteps were heard rushing out the backdoor. Lo and behold, the sight of two miniature versions of both of you came scampering out of the house to rush for a group hug. Never one for missing out on family hugs whenever they saw you both embracing.

The moment they ran out of the house giggling was the moment a flutter of warmth flowed into his heart as he gazed at his two loving children clinging to you both. Their short arms struggling to encircle your bodies as they squeezed your waists tightly added appreciation to the warmth. Arien’s rays took the most opportune moment to shine her light upon you both, encasing you in a swirl of golden light. A light finally shone upon you both, maybe a sign of acceptance or prosperity, or both.

Laughing at the action, Caranthir could not help but gaze lovingly at them, giving their heads small pats and then at you—finally, he was seeing the honesty and beauty behind your words in your eyes. Choosing him wasn’t out of sympathy or shame, it was all love and contentment.

“Then I will continue to give you all my best meldanya…for staying at my side.”

“You are all that I need.” Pulling him closer, you rubbed his nose against yours and gently pecked his lips before grinning at his blushing face.

“Can I have a kiss too atya?”

“Me too, I want a kiss please!”

With a smile emanating from the depths of his heart, Caranthir gazed at his girls tip-toeing with their lips puckered for their kisses and chuckled. Some things truly never change.

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“Alright, line up for your kisses!”

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[lamemaster]

Yours Truly, Passenger Princess

Pairing: Caranthir x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: On a normal day Caranthir did not care of snobbish, bratty human princesses. He on most days, did not care much for the second born. Some wonder caring had done in the past.

AN: I really love it when one day you're doing your homework and this just randomly floods your mind. Gosh I loved writing this. Peace✌️(Also the annon that sent me so many Curse of Bloodline requests...I gotchu)

"Ew, I'm not stepping on dirt," the princess declared, her voice dripping with disdain.

Caranthir felt a vein throbbing in his temple. Hours they had been waiting, his normally swift strides reduced to a slow, frustrated escort for this… this… human embodiment of a gilded cage.

"It's land," Caranthir gritted out, staring at the princess who remained stubbornly ensconced in her palanquin. "Do you need clouds to step on?"

The princess tilted her head, her perfectly coiffed hair glinting in the sunlight. "Cloud?" she echoed, a look of genuine surprise crossing her features. "Can you do that? I've never stepped on a cloud before. The closest I've come to is, the fur rug that looks like a well...rug." She finished with a self-satisfied pout, seemingly oblivious to the growing tension.

On a normal day Caranthir did not care of snobbish, bratty human princesses. He on most days, did not care much for the second born. Some wonder caring had done in the past.

Most humans were either too strung up about their ideals or busy bending backwards to be a part of his people. And the later were worse.

But your brand of human was rare. Utterly depraved, exponentially ignorant, blind to misery you caused. You sat in your palanquin, fiddling with your bejeweled rings, while the peasants beneath you wilted under the unrelenting sun.

And today, you were Caranthir's problem. One assigned by Maedhros.

You were supposed to be the lucky charm that secured an alliance with your warlord father, who, conveniently, refused to sign anything until his precious daughter graced the council with her presence.

You hummed a nonsensical tune, completely oblivious to the growing tension. Caranthir glanced towards the servants struggling with the palanquin. A bead of sweat trickled down the forehead of one, and he let out a barely audible cough.

Caranthir, at his wit's end, resorted to the last thing on his mind. He ushered Melena, the gentlest mare in all of Arda, closer to your palanquin. Her soft brown eyes seemed to plead with him for this not to be a terrible idea.

"Ride with me," he offered, extending his hand towards you. Melena, ever drawn to shiny objects, leaned in further, her nose twitching at the glint of your bejeweled rings. Caranthir mentally apologized to the mare, knowing this wouldn't be a peaceful journey.

"Absolutely not!" you declared, your voice leaving no room for argument. "A lady does not ride horses. My father forbids it!" You glanced towards Melena with wide eyes, your hand hovering cautiously near the magnificent creature's mane. "Does it… bite?"

The question tumbled out of your mouth with such innocent curiosity that Caranthir couldn't help but chuckle, albeit a humorless one. You, of course, misinterpreted the sound, snapping your hand back as if burned. This only served to further pique Melena's interest. She nudged your hand playfully with her soft muzzle, the glint of your rings mesmerizing her.

Caranthir sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was going to be a longer day than he anticipated.

"Alright, princess," he said, his voice strained. "How about we try something else? Perhaps…" He cast a desperate glance at Melena, then back at you. An idea, slightly less ridiculous than the last, began to form in his mind.

The palanquin swayed alarmingly as Caranthir lunged for you, arms outstretched. A breathless yelp escaped your lips before you were engulfed in a whirlwind of silks and jewels. Caranthir found himself face-to-face with a mountain of fabric, the delicate scents of your perfumes assaulting his senses.

"Ah – eep!" you sputtered, your voice muffled by a particularly feathery cushion that was conveniently his chest. Realization dawned on your face, and horror began to morph your features. Caranthir watched with a hint of amusement as your initial indignation gave way to sheer panic. He couldn't help but feel a sliver of satisfaction.

"Not clouds, but I hope this will do, princess?" Caranthir asked before you could launch into a tirade. He was already striding towards the council room, his steps purposeful. Behind them, your servants stood frozen, aghast at their princess being carried off like a prize-winning pumpkin.

A stunned silence followed him, broken only by the rustle of fabric against fabric. Caranthir, for all his outward stoicism, couldn't help but imagine the amused stares of the approaching elves. Carrying a human princess in his arms felt about as graceful as an elephant attempting ballet.

But then, a small sound reached his ears. A hesitant cough, then a whisper so soft he almost missed it. "I guess this will do."

"What did you say, princess?" Caranthir asked, a hint of amusement lingering in his voice. He loosened his grip slightly, the weight of you shifting ever so slightly in his arms.

Your hand, surprisingly strong, reached out and clutched at the loose fabric of his robe. "Thanks," you mumbled, the defiance finally melting away from your voice. Perhaps the thought of a bumpy landing was more motivation than gratitude.

Up close, Caranthir could see the details he'd missed before. The way your eyelashes cast delicate shadows on your cheeks, unfairly long as some might say. The scent of your perfume, a strange mix of floral and something faintly spicy, filled his senses. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a sensation entirely unrelated to the cool air.

Suddenly, the walk became filled with a different kind of tension. The merry jingle of your earrings seemed to echo in the otherwise silent path.

Then, a surprise. Your hand reached up, a single strand of his long, braid captured between your fingers. He stopped short, surprised by the sudden touch.

"I like your hair," you declared, tilting your head to examine the braid you held captive. "An elven trait or some crazy good shampoo?" You compared a lock of your own hair to his, pouting slightly at the difference in texture.

Caranthir felt a warmth creep up his neck, entirely separate from the exertion of carrying you. He cleared his throat, surprised by his sudden fluster. "Elven trait, princess," he managed, his voice a touch deeper than usual. "Though good shampoo wouldn't hurt."

A smile bloomed on your face, brighter than any jewel you adorned. "Maybe we can make a trade then," you bargained, a playful glint in your eyes. Now that was something Caranthir understood. A trade.

He couldn't help but chuckle, a low rumble in his chest. Negotiation was second nature to him, and the prospect of bargaining with a human princess who valued hair care products over gold or land was an unexpected amusement.

"A trade, you say?" he raised an eyebrow, a hint of challenge in his voice. "And what treasures do you possess that could possibly be worth the secrets of elven hair care?"

You tilted your head, considering. "Peacock feather fans for a lifetime of lustrous locks?" you offered, your voice laced with mock seriousness. "Perhaps pearly earrings that shimmer like moonlight?"

Caranthir fought back another smile. "Those trinkets are no match for the secrets you seek, princess." He countered, enjoying the banter.

"Then surprise me, elf-lord," you declared, feigning offense. "Show me what wonders your elven shampoos hold that are worth more than all the jewels in my father's vault!"

The council room doors loomed ahead, and Caranthir knew they couldn't postpone the real negotiations any longer. However, a mischievous glint entered his eyes. Perhaps, just perhaps, this alliance wouldn't be so dreadful after all. In fact, it might even provide some… entertainment.

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Russingon - March

Written for my dear reader MoonLord :D

I am not entirely sure about this one...but here it is <3

Prompts: “are you okay" - Rough - Overprotective

Pairing: Maedhros x Fingon

Words: 1035

Warnings: Fighting, blood, doom, sadness, fear, naïve rewriting of the Nirnaeth, I am not feeling well, don't shoot me!

Even though he was standing in an ephemeral pool of gleaming light, Maedhros felt a terrible shadow fall across his soul. He shivered violently.

At once, he recognised this sickening sensation only—the paralysing, clammy cold irrepressibly took him back to flashes of burning ships on dark waters and rough, cruel hands dragging him away from his screaming brothers on a field of fire.

He knew this sickening sense of foreboding only too well. They were about to be betrayed.

“Finno,” he gasped instinctively, his shapely head whipping around in search of his beloved.

Of course, per their agreed-upon battleplan, his lover was on the opposite side of the vast expanse of raw ruin, and he would have to cross literal hell to get to him in time.

The crownless, dishonoured prince had dreamed this so many times—losing Fingon because he was just not fast or skilful enough—and he was grimly determined not to let the nightmares haunting him eat up what little was left of his life.

Thus, he pushed through the throng of combatants blindly; every step was akin to wading through an ocean of sticky blood and stray limbs, and the mad screaming was deafening, but he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted or held up by the rivers of misery trying to ensnare his body and mind.

In passing, he caught a glimpse of Caranthir’s face—deadly pale under the splatter of black blood—and he swore to himself that he’d find and console his brother in due time.

“You are not the first to have trusted foolishly and to find yourself wickedly backstabbed,” he wanted to scream at that motionless mien that gave away how deep his sibling’s mental hurt truly was. “Rally, Moryo! There shall be time for remonstrances and remorse when the day is won. Now, stand and fight!”

All this and more, he yearned to say.  He longed to hear his voice rising above the terrible storm of chaos and destruction, but his lungs were burning, and his tongue wouldn’t move.

Once more, he had no choice but to forge ahead alone—mute and miserable.

After his capture and long, torturous abiding in the enemy’s fortress of pain, Maedhros had solemnly promised never to desert his family again, but could that reproach really be laid at his feet now?

Fingon was more than his cousin, more than one to whom he owed a life debt—he was the only sliver of purity and faith left intact within Maedhros’s crumbling heart, and losing him, he who had been brave and loyal from the very beginning to the bitter end, would have been too much of an injustice to bear.

“You cannot mean this,” Maedhros whispered, unsure whether it was Manwë or Námo with whom he was pleading within his mind. “We remember our Doom, worry not, but he cannot be part of the sacrifices and losses I am bound to bear.”

In the distance, a flash of gold danced like fireflies above a murky pool, and—clenching his jaw as fatigue and injury tried to tear him down—the Lord of Himring threw himself into a solid wall of armoured bodies like a crazed beast fighting for its survival.

“If you take him,” he mouthed as he hacked through limbs and fetid air with frenzied violence, “then you prove my father’s darkest accusations right. If this is the end of Findekáno, you are no better than Morgoth and his monstrosities.”

Every step was agony, but he pushed on, reciting the poems and empty phrases of puerile devotion that sprang from his muddled memory incessantly.

Once upon a time, he had believed the Valar to be invincible, and—one last time—Maedhros needed that blind faith to make it to the one he loved.

Praying fervently to Aulë and Ulmo to strengthen the hearts and arms of their favoured creations, he—who had been disappointed and abandoned more often than he could count—trusted that his allies would prevail.

As if the Powers that had turned away from his line had heard and heeded his desperate pleading, the host of savage fighters seemed to part like a roiling sea before Maedhros’s bleary eyes, and he could, at long last, make out Fingon’s glorious, unbowed silhouette, outlined starkly against the irreverently blue sky.

Soon, he knew, Morgoth would be forced to release his ultimate weapon: mindless, unbridled chaos.

Thus, it was vital to retreat and regroup before their carefully laid-out plans were turned against them.

Loyalty, he thought despairingly even as he reached his lover, should certainly vanquish base betrayal.

Throwing himself bodily between Fingon and the swelling tide of flame-wreathed foes, Maedhros pushed his half-cousin out of the way roughly.

“Love, are you okay?” the other exclaimed, surprised and alarmed by the unexpected arrival. If Maedhros was here, he immediately understood, it meant that all their strategies had gone awry.

“The Valiant” he was named, and he proved once more that he deserved that epitaph as he took a quick sidestep that allowed him to cleave a hitherto unnoticed enemy about to strike down Maedhros.

“We must away,” the exhausted redhead grunted. “Stay behind me!”

Despite the lethal danger caressing his skin with cold fingers, Fingon laughed throatily at that heart-warming but utterly ridiculous exhortation.

“You’ve ever been overprotective,” he guffawed good-humouredly. “As one I still cherish told your father once—lead and I shall follow! I have your back, my darling. And we have brothers to save!”

Whispering words of gratitude and relief under his breath, Maedhros chose life—Fingon’s and his own—over the horrible, seductive allure of the sweet, mendacious promise of a victory he knew to be incontrovertibly out of reach.

How easy it would have been to give in to the despair gnawing at his soul unrelentingly and follow the perfidious siren call into death!

Consciously renouncing the fateful flaw of his blood that ever pushed them to retaliate against treachery by unleashing the full extent of the reckless, self-forgotten fury of which they were undeniably capable, Maedhros—becoming the king he’d never wanted to be, garlanded by golden light and cold air—wisely declared the day lost and his union doomed.

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@fellowshipofthefics Here's another one!

[saelwen]

Maedhros x Blind!Elf!Reader

Maedhros x Blind!Elf!Reader

Request by a lovely anon:

Here's a peculiar idea. How about Maedhros when he got captured and taken to Angbang, he meets another prisoner (reader) who's in opposite cell from him. They become quickly friends when reader talks to him and try to comfort him after every torture. After he got rescued by Fingon he never saw reader again but always remembered them. After years he thought reader was dead but alive and well wich then leads to a warm reunion. What do you think about this?

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Warnings: ANGST, mentions of rape and torture.

Words:2k

A/n: So I made this request a little hardcore. 😂 But I will do a part 2 and it will be fluffy!

“Let him be!” you scream to the horrendous orcs that were dragging again Maedhros to the torture room, your small hands around the cold bars of your cell.  

“Shut your mouth, elf scum!” one of the orcs snarls, kicking your cell roughly.

Those beasts dragged Meadhros away, laughing wickedly while kicking in his ribs which earn them more screams and curses from you. When the door was close you could hear the chains hitting on metal, chaining him to the torture table. You close your eyes as the first painful cry come from the torture room, tears falling down from your e/c eyes.

This were your days in Angbang. They thought that torturing Maedhros was torture for you...and it was. His painful scream made you sobbing mess, your body shake in fear and sorrow. 

You had met him when he was on his way to fight Melkor, the Dark Lord. You two shared a camp since you were also traveling but not to where he was going. 

On that night, you two become really good friends. You sharing stories of your travels and he sharing tales of the beautiful land, Valinor. You understand his commitment to his father’ oath, it was his right to retrieve the heirloom of his family.  

In the morning, you gave him your sword. Promising to follow him and fight for him which he accepted but made you promise to run away if the things get too ugly.

You never did that...instead, you try to help him when he was caught by a horrible monster which leads you to the same fate.

The door of the torture room open and a bloody Maedhros was thrown to his cell. The orcs spat on his bruised body and left while laughing like hyenas. You crawl to the cold bars of your cell, trying to look at him better.

“Maedhros?... Are you okay?” you asked with a tiny voice, fat tears running down your soft cheeks.

He curls his body, groaning in pain. “...I don’t know if I can take more of this...” his voice weak.

You shook your head slowly, trying to contain your sob. “W..We will get out of here soon... I will get you out of here, Maedhros!” a small smile formed on his lips with your words.

“You always see the bright side, Y/n.... but I think you are wrong this time...” he groans while trying to sit up.

---

You woke up with a loud bang. You open your eyes and saw a group of large orcs dragging Maedhros away.

“Where are you taking him?!” you asked with a firm voice.

One of the orcs chuckles and looks at you with his dark eyes fill with lust, looking to your body up and down. “The Dark Lord wishes that his guest of honor has a little fresh air.” that was the only thing you got from the orcs as they drag a weak elf out of the room.

You scream and hit the dark bars of your cell, yelling that you will rip their heads off if something happens to Maedhros but your promises only earn you a belly laugh from the orcs.

“Don’t worry, Y/n... I will be okay...” he whispers with a small smile on his face. His beautiful red hair caught in a fist of an orc, who was dragging him away.

You nod slowly, crying like there’s no tomorrow. Seeing his pale body disappearing as the door closes.

“Please...Please, Eru! Save him...” you whisper under your breath, curling your body in the corner of your cell.

---

Days, weeks, months have passed and there wasn’t any sight of Maedhros or of any orc. They left you in your cell to rot.

Your body was weak from not eating or drinking for days since they had forgotten about you. You were lying down on the cold stone floor, trying to drink your own saliva when the cell door opens and a massive orc walk in.

“Well, it seems that your little friend had run away without you.” his dark voice made a frown appear on your face, confused by the mean of his words which made the orc let out a booming laugh. “Oh? I see that the other didn’t tell you...Your friend was rescued by his cousin and by what it seems, he had left here to rot.” tears were now running down your eyes again which surprise since you were dehydrated.

Maedhros got free?...and left you here all alone? Your thoughts were running crazy on your head. Rage and sorrow filled your weak body. A gasp fell from your lips as the massive orc pick you up, landing his rough hand on your ass.

“Since our favorite toy had run away, you will take his place!” he said while taking you to a dark room.

You knew that you should fight him, trashing your arms and legs but you were too weak and heartbroken to do anything.  

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and prepare for the worst moment of your life to begin.

---

Two years have passed since you got away from the dungeons of Angbang. After all the awful days being torture, you finally got your hands on the dungeons keys. You barely got out but after running away, a kind gentle couple took you in and help you heal your deep wounds and navigate alone since you were blind since your first torture.

You are happy now, living a simple farmer's life. Helping the kind couple with their farm and selling their vegetables and fruits in the market in the nearest town. You still had nightmares of your days in Angbang, dreaming that you were still there, dreaming of what they did to you, the sound of wicked laugh and chains hitting metal still echoed in your mind.

“Y/n! Do you need help today in the market?” Lothien, a beautiful elleth with silver hair and beautiful grey eyes, asked. Her voice was firm but you could hear the age on it.

You smile and shook your head. “No. Berion will help me today, Mary,” you said gently, putting the last basket on the wagon. “You stay in the house and rest!” she snorts and you hear her light feet walking back to the house.

“How do you expect me to rest when I have a heavy baby in my belly!” she murmured under her breath while rubbing her large baby bump, making you giggle.

You sit on the wagon and told Berion that everything was ready. Berion was Lothien’s husband. He was a kind elf, little too naive.  Always making sure that you were okay and help you with everything. 

After two hours of traveling and hearing the hilarious tales of Berion, you two finally arrive in the town. He helps you to build your bank, after that he told you that he took the horses to the pastor.  

As you were putting the light basket with fruit on the table, a warm hand touched your shoulders. Your turn back slowly, a smile on your face, thinking that was the first client of the day...but it wasn’t.

“Y/n?.... Oh, Eru! What have they done to you?” a familiar voice sounded in front of you, the deep and gentle voice that you loved to hear in your days in Angbang.

“Maedhros?” you whisper, your hands shaking in rage, pain and... relief?

He took a step forward, his large warm hand cupping your soft cheek. “It’s me, Y/n...” his thumb stroke slowly under your eyes, touching your scars. “...They took your sight...” he whispers, almost to himself.

You took a step back and chuckle, trying to move away from his gentle touch. “it wasn’t the only thing they took from me.” you said sarcastically. You put your hand on the wooden table and follow it until you on the other side of the bank.

“What they did to you, Y/n?” Maedhros asked, follow you close behind. His voice full of rage, you could hear his jaw clenching in fury.

You turn to him quickly, your pure white eyes glowing with anger. “Why do you care, Maedhros?” your words come out full of venom.

You heard him take a deep breath. “Why do I care? Y/n! You are my friend!....even more than that!” his words made tears running down your cheeks from frustration and confusion.

“So, you left behind a friend on the horrible place? Is that how you treat your friends?” you could feel your face become red with anger. “You want to know what they did to me? Okay, I will tell you... They put hot needles between my fingernails, crafted their names on my skin with their daggers. Shaved my head bald and then made me eat my own hair.” you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “They dumped hot oil in my eyes which took my sight and then...and then after when they were pleased with their work, they took my innocence.... taking turns to rape me.” when you finished, you were a sobbing mess.  

All the things and feelings that you try to shove away from you, were now coming back in full force. Your knees gave out and you fall into the cool grass, sobbing into your shaking hands. You start hyperventilating, your breath didn’t want to come out. The sound around you become distanced, darkness surrounding from everywhere.

Suddenly, you were wrapped into a bear hug. The familiar warmth pushed away your panic attack, making your shivering body melt into the strong chest. You took a deep breath, taking as many airs you could into your lungs. A large hand stroke gently your h/c hair, playing softly with your locks.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n...I’d go back and save you but...but I couldn’t...” his voice filled with guilt. You feel his soft lips against your forehead, kissing gently your scars. “Come with me! I swear that I will protect you forever! Even if it takes my life.” Maedhros whisper against your ear, making goosebumps all over your body.

You shook your head and look to him, agony filled your chest for not could see his handsome face anymore or his beautiful red locks. “I won’t, Maedhros... I have finally found happiness and I won’t let anything take it from me,” you said while standing up, cleaning your soaked cheeks. “Even more, you are an elven Prince and I'm a mere elleth that is broken... We aren’t made to each other.” your voice was cold and firm.

You heard a light sniff coming from Maedhros, making you know that he was crying. “Very well... I will leave you alone but know something Y/n... I always had loved you and always will! Nothing will take my heart from you.” his beautiful words made a small tear run down from your pearly white eye.  

“Goodbye, Y/n.”  

“Goodbye, Maedhros.”

Hey Guys!! Here’s a new one-shot with Maedhros!! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

[elfy-elf-imagines]

Don’t Leave Me (Maedhros x Reader)

Prompt:  “What do I have to do to get you to hate me?” and  “Please don’t abandon me–not like everyone else.”

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Warnings: none (that I know of)

Requested by: Anonnie

Side note: not edited because, yolo. Do people even say that anymore?

“Care to explain to me why you’ve been ignoring me?” you pointedly ask the Noldor prince, Maedhros. Your arms are crossed across your chest, foot tapping impatiently on the floor. There was a stern look in your eyes with your lips pulled into a thin line. Said elf was sat at his desk, nonchalantly lounging on his chair with a book held loosely in his hands. He was the posture child of leisure right now. He turns to look at you, a bored expression on his face, then promptly turn his head back to the book. This only served to anger you more.

You knew that getting involved with Maedhros would be difficult and seems impossible sometimes. He had a very dark history and the scars to prove it- both emotional and physical. What you hadn’t expected, however, was for him to randomly shut you out of his life. Things were going well, smoothly even, you felt giddy at the thought of him, and he seemed more carefree in your presence. He looked and acted younger than anyone had ever seen him. Which is why you didn’t understand his sudden coldness, but you were not one to easily be thrown aside without an explanation. Which led to where you are now; confronting that ridiculous elf.

“I don’t believe I know what you’re talking about.” his tone is flat like he has better things to do then talk to you. “Now if you’ll excuse me...” he waves a hand in your general direction to dismiss you. Now you were boiling.

“No.” you reach forward and grab the blasted book out of his hand. “We are having this discussion.” you toss the book across the room, causing Maedhros to finally look at you, fury in his eyes. But you wouldn’t back down. Not now.

“There is nothing to discuss my lady,” he tells you. There was no inflection at all to his tone.

“Oh, I think there is. We used to do something together every day if possible, even if it was just reading beside each other. Now, you refuse to even be in the same room as me. I demand an explanation.” you sternly tell him, meeting his intense gaze with one of your own.

“You say these words as if we were more than friends.” with those words you see red.

“That's because we were Maedhros! Friends don’t kiss friends. Not in the way we did!” Your anger blinded you from seeing the reason behind his words.

“You are just reading into this too much,” he says in a careless manner.

“No, I’m not! You’re just being an asshole! Now tell me why you’ve been a complete jerk to me.” you demand. He abruptly stands from the chair, the chair screeching at the force of his movement. He towered over you being over a foot taller than you.

“You are nothing more than a folly to me. Now leave, I am done with you,” he tells you.

“That’s bullshit and you and I both know that,” you tell his without thinking on his words for a moment.

“What do I have to say to get you to hate me?” he suddenly yells. Though the volume of his voice is powerful, his tone and eyes tell a different story. To most people, Maedhros was completely unreadable, his face never giving away his emotions, but you could read him like an open book. And right now he looked vulnerable. And then it dawned on you. He was ignoring you, not because he didn’t love you anymore, but because he was afraid. Your expression softened at your realization and your feet stepped towards his large frame.

“Nothing. There’s nothing you could say to make me hate you Mae.” you softly tell him. He lets out a choked sob, a telltale sign he’s about to cry. You grab his hand and pull him to his bed. You push his chest to make him lay down and follow after him. Laying on the plush bed you scoot until your legs touch Maedhros’. He reaches one of his long arms out and pulls you into his. His warmth encompasses you, staring right into his eyes, glassy with unshed tears, you reach a hand up to stroke his hair. It was something he found particularly soothing.

“Please don’t abandon me–not like everyone else.” he quietly whispers, his voice wavered showing how vulnerable he was being.

“Shh. I’m not going anywhere, you dummy. No matter what you say.” you lean up and place a kiss on his forehead, then his nose, both sides of his cheeks, and finally his lips. You pull his head down, to cradle it in your chest, still stroking his hair. Slowly you hear his breathe grow steady and slower until he fell asleep, you following suit shortly after.

[doodle-pops]

Any comfort fic suggestions? Needing a pick me up 😅

Comfort/fluff fic recommendations:

From @icarus-fell-in-spring (I would suggest going through their entire silmarillion masterlist because they have amazing content esp for fluff/comfort)

One Lifetime — Maedhros x reader

Star Lit Sky — Maedhros x reader

A Rare Moment Of Peace — Maglor x reader

Contest — Celegorm x reader

The Calamity of Elvish Wine — Finrod x reader

Breakfast in Bed — Glorfindel x reader

Kingly — Fingon x reader

Sunflowers — Galdor x reader

Falling — Rog x reader

From @theelvenhaven

Freckles — Maedhros x reader

A Moment of Peace — Fingon x reader

Just A Little Longer — Elrohir x reader

Family Time — Elrohir x reader

From @eunoiaastralwings

Solace — Maedhros x reader

The Best Healer — Maedhros x reader

From @haveyounomemories

Summer Days — Thranduil x reader

Flower Crown — Thranduil x reader

Cuddles and Storm — Celebrimbor x reader

From @animatorweirdo

Mistletoe — Beleg x reader

From @lamemaster

The Prince My Sister Speaks Of — Rog x reader

Blinded By Love — Glorfindel x reader

Daughter-in-law Of The Feanorian Household — Maedhros x reader

From @elfy-elf-imagines

You come to my room and wake me up at 4am — Finrod x reader

Lovely to be Rained on With You — Glorfindel x reader

From @red-riding

Help, My Elf Is Broken — Finrod x reader

From @unipork22

Imperfectly Perfect — Finrod x reader

Soulmate Call — Maglor x reader

Being the Lady of the House of the Golden Flower — Glorfindel x reader (hc)

Okay, so I think that's all my brain can remember for now and I'd like to recommend to you. There are others I'd love to add, but it's hard to locate them since some blogs don't have a masterlist 😓.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Castle on the Hill

Thank you to the anon who sent in this request for Mae x fem!reader angst.

As it was an anon prompt, I do not know the person who requested this and/or how familiar they are with my writing.

So, I have taken anon by their word. The only thing I am not sure about is whether this will count as "x"...

Words: 1473

Characters: Maedhros x Female Elf reader

Prompt: Grassy Hillsides

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, the Doom of the Ñoldor

As you made your way into the fortress, shamefully bedraggled and unspeakably weary, you were terrified of what you'd find.

The grassy hillside you had clambered up reminded you of home and of better times you were hopeful to regain—despite the bold claim that it was summer here, you felt a sickly chill seep through your travelling garb and settle beneath your skin.

Never would you have been able to predict how heavy and miserable you'd feel in this strange land when you had set out—with high hopes and a joyous heart—to bring back the one you felt tethered to still despite his long absence from the shores of your home.

Before the so-called Flight of the Ñoldor, your family had led you to believe that a match with Nelyafinwë, firstborn of the firstborn, would be both possible and desirable.

From the moment you had first laid eyes upon him, you had never demurred again.

He had been named quite aptly for his blinding beauty, but it was his dignified demeanour and eloquent speech that had won your maiden heart.

You shivered violently as you were ushered into a draughty hall, awaiting the pleasure of the Lord of the castle. Through a narrow, charmless window, you could see the grey grass swaying sluggishly in the damp breeze—you turned away, overwhelmed with home-sickness and a devastating sensation of loneliness.

Would he even remember you?

You had been but another maiden at court, staring longingly at the gorgeous and exceedingly desirable descendants of Finwë behind coyly lowered lashes.

Steeling yourself against this onslaught of disastrous doubt, you tried to improve your appearance as much as possible without a looking glass or the proper tools.

It would not do to appear before this paragon of strength and nobility in so unapologetically dishevelled a fashion.

"Milady," a heavy, raucous voice said, and you whirled around to face a door you had not hitherto noticed. "How can I be of assistance?"

Pressing your lips together, you took in the apparition of doleful distinction approaching you with measured steps.

Nelyafinwë looked both much the same and completely different—the noble reticence you had once so admired had hardened into stern dispassion and his delicate features seemed sharper and more cutting in the flickering light of the sconces.

Evidently, he did not remember you—his smile was perfunctory at best and your courage flagged.

As you were frantically flipping through the catalogue of empty, pretty phrases one was supposed to use when in the presence of an Elda of his standing, your gaze brushed against his right wrist as against an open wound.

You flinched involuntarily—your host gave you an almost mocking smile.

Finally, he met your wide, shocked gaze and, by the way he retreated a wavering step, you could tell that he realised instantly whence you had come.

"I have come to take you home," you blurted out, understanding with sudden clarity that this world was nothing like the one you had grown up in.

This was not the time nor the place for polite conversation and pleasant platitudes—not when the unobtainable dream of your radiant youth stood there, swaddled in heavy furs, and stared at you in reluctant wonder.

"Home?" he barked; it sounded as if he had not laughed in a very long time. "And where would that be, pray tell?"

"To Valinor," you replied in a faltering voice.

This was not what you had imagined when you had planned your victorious quest to redeem the Dispossessed. In your visualisation of the scene, he had always been relieved and eager to follow you back to the Blessed Realm where peace and plenty were awaiting him after a period of humble atonement.

"What for?" he hissed and scanned the room quickly before localising the carafe of deep red wine standing on a bare, scratched-up counter.

Without heeding your attempts at redressing your impassionate, imprudent exclamation, he moved over and poured the liquid into two finely wrought crystal goblets.

"My Lord," you cried, "you are not beyond saving. If only you would come with me...there could be forgiveness and healing."

His piercingly cold eyes swung around to settle heavily upon your blanching face. A flicker of acknowledgement of your ever-youthful beauty passed through his gaze but it died as soon as it had flared up and was promptly replaced by the unyielding wall of patient distance.

"A wife," you added softly—renewed, unquenchable hope flared within your soul and voice once more as you extended your hand to him.

Handing you one of the goblets unceremoniously, Nelyafinwë cocked his head as if earnestly fascinated but not in the least otherwise affected by your words.

"A wife," he chuckled. "What would I do with a spouse of any denomination?"

He rubbed his brow with the same long, slender fingers you had watched write important notes in the margins of official texts an eternity ago.

They were now pale and bony, marred with scars and covered in callouses, but they were still the most beautiful digits you had ever beheld.

"Love her? Be happy?" you whispered, hating yourself for sounding so unsure of a scheme that had driven you across the sea and through countless perils.

"A wife, happy, love," he aped you, his own voice booming and bouncing off the unadorned walls of the chamber—an unbearable echo of his disbelief and derision.

"I have sworn an oath," he then added in a softer tone, "and it takes precedence over any other vow I might have made. I am bound to it and to those who share my ball and chain. There is nothing else. There is nobody else. There never will be."

The fire of resentment and resignation burning in his eyes did nothing to dispel the trembling that had drained your limbs of all strength.

"You've done enough," you protested vehemently, "you have lost so much already. Come back with me and be made whole."

He bristled at that, retreating even further from you as if he was positively disgusted by the tableau of pardon and peace you were conjuring up.

"I am what I am," he said coldly, "and there is nought you or anyone else could change about that. Go home, this is no place for...the innocent."

Though he did not speak the devastating verdict, you could hear it reverberating in his tone. There was no place in his castle, in his life, or in his heart for naïve maidens such as you.

Your hands started to shake so much that you had to hide them within your sleeves—you had prepared and rehearsed every single sentence you had wanted to say to him but, in the face of his unrelenting refusal to even listen to you, you were constantly finding yourself at fault and at a loss for words.

"Please," you begged brazenly, "this is folly. You'll die."

Another burst of mirthless laughter cut your pleading short.

"My grandfather is dead," he answered calmly, "so is my father. Ever since leaving Formenos, every step I've taken was steeped in destruction and death—I know what awaits me and I am unafraid."

Letting the goblet fall to the floor, wine spilling across the flagstones like the blood he had referenced a moment prior, you extended both your hands in a shameless display of supplication.

"Go home," he scoffed, "there is nought you can offer that I'd desire. I have chosen my lot and I have all I'll ever need in this accursed land we've paid so dearly to have and to hold."

The travesty of notions and phrases usually found in wedding vows cut you to the core and, finally, your desperate, violent burst of selfless petition abated.

"I wish you'd reconsider," you sighed.

"I wish you safe travels," he replied in the even, polite voice you remembered from his speeches at court. "May you find all the bliss you've tried to hawk so fervently."

Draining his cup and giving you a crisp, perfunctory bow, he strode out of the same door he had entered through.

A moment later, an armoured soldier appeared by your elbow to escort you either to your horse or to a room in case you wanted to rest before your departure.

"Will I see him again?" you asked dejectedly.

"No," the soldier informed you, his terrible, insulting empathy hurting you more than Nelyafinwë's polite dismissal, "he has left to confer with his kin."

"Then I shall take my leave as well," you said, mustering up every ounce of self-respect and dignity left within your shaken soul.

As you exited the keep, bitterness crept into your veins along with the pervasive cold that made your bones ache.

He did not remember you and he had not even deemed you worthy of an apology…or a goodbye.

Thank you anon for the request and I hope this was acceptable.

Writing this, I have found that I am unable to write a lovestory between Maedhros and a female character that would be anywhere near functional or successful. I am sorry.

Lots of love!

@fellowshipofthefics: On track for week 3 as well :D

[lamemaster]

Masterlist (09/08/2022)

Rules For Requests

The Silmarillion

Multi-Chapter Fic

Beginning of the End - Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

And the Time Stopped - Chapter 1

I Dropped College to Become a Dark Lord

Melodies of Love- Part 1 | Part 2 ** (Melkor's child)

The Curse of Bloodlines (Thranduil x Reader) Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue |

Terms of Loving You - (Maedhros x Teleri Reader) Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

A Dismembered Memory- (Eru x Reader) Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3|

Echoing Silence | Promo |

The Glorious One | Vilomah (Maedhros x Reader)

The Soulless One | Part 2 (Maedhros x Reader)

Songs of Heart (Fingon x Reader x Turgon) Fall | Winter | Spring | Summer|

Drabbles and Oneshots

Love Like Dandelions (Maglor x Reader)

The Regrets That Linger (Maglor x Reader)

Pages Torn (Celegorm x Reader)

Heartful of Love (Maedhros x Reader)

Blinded by love (Glorfindel x Reader)

All in Vain (Feanorian of choice x Reader)

The Secret of Men(Finrod x Reader)

A Deceitful Peace (Glorfinel x Reader)

Does the Flame Envy the Moth? (Finrod x Reader)

Atlas' Burden (Ulmo)

Love That Writes My Doom (Eonwe x Maia Reader)

Burden of Souls (Turgon and Fingon)

To Reminisce (Fingon x Teleri Reader)

Of the Song Unheard (Celebrimbor x Reader)

The Regrets That Linger(Maglor x Reader)

11 Wishes of Love(Celegorm x Reader)

11 Ways to Hug the King of Nargothrond(Finrod x Human Reader)

To Be Loved by the Secondborn (Finrod)

Daughter-in-law of Feanorian Household(Maedhros x Reader)

Subject of Faith(Sauron x Reader)

Reciprocity of Forgiveness(Maeglinx Reader)

Made of Dreams(Gwindor x Maia Reader)

Nerdanel's Brother (Nerdanel & Brother Reader)

A Part of Mine (Maedhros x Modern Reader)

All of My Names(Maglor x Modern Reader)

Matters of Stamina (Glorfindel x Reader)

Pits of Joy (Finrod x Reader)

Become My Heartache (Finrod x Reader)

The fucking elf of my dreams (Finrod x Reader)

Love her, not me (Finrod x Reader)

A Knight For Rescue (Fingon x Reader)

A Riceball ( Maedhros and Child Reader)

Cannot Not Love (Maglor x Reader)

Conspiring Universe (Curufin x Reader)

Maedhros With a Writer S/O (Maedhros x Reader)

Maedhros with a Singer S/O (Maedhros x Reader)

Let's Not Get Married (Fingon x Reader)

The Judge of Fates (Celebrimbor x Reader)

Ways to Coax Your Beloved (Glorfindel x Reader)

Glimpse of You (Maedhros x Reader)

The Tale of Leren and Buthien (Rog x Reader)

In Sickness and in Health (Celegorm x Reader)

Ecthellion's Sister Reader

My Personal Brand of Annoyance (Celegorm x Reader)

Nerdanel (I LOVE her)

Nerdanel's Favorite Daughter-in-Law

Nerdanel's Brother (Nerdanel & Brother Reader)

Call Me Mommy

Brooding

Kinship of Men and Elves

My Thoughts on Indis

Mama, I'm in Love with a Criminal (Celegorm's redemption)

Manwe Did Nothing Wrong (fight me)

Elves and Middle Earth

Dangweth Pengolod

Men of Arda

Reactions/Headcanons

Elves Reaction to Mythical S/O

Elves with South Asian Reader

Men Reacting to Meeting Elves for the First Time

Men Reacting to Elven Names Given to Them

The Silmarillion Elves Finding My Mutual's Blog

Elves with morosexual tendencies

My Ao3

What in the Hell is Happening Event

[saelwen]

Tolkien Masterlist

***Means Smut

Silmarillion One-Shots

The Valar/Ainur

Yavanna x ColorBlind!Reader

Melkor x Psycho!Human!Reader

Eonwë x Modern!Reader

Manwë x Reader

Sauron x Witch!Reader

House of Feanor

Fëanor x Anorexia!Daughter!Reader

Maglor x Deaf!Human!Reader

Maedhros x Albino!Human!Reader / Part 2

Maedhros x Blind!Elf!Reader

Caranthir x Human!Reader / alternative ending

Celegorm x Queen!Reader

House of Finarfin

Finrod x Melanism!Human!Reader

Finrod x Werewolf!Reader

House of Fingolfin

Glorfindel x Winged!Reader

Doriath Realm

Beleg x Mute!Reader

Hobbit/ Lord of the Rings One-Shots

Thranduil x Reader

Thranduil x Modern!Reader / Part 2***

Thranduil x Elf!Reader

Thranduil x Elf!Reader***

Thranduil x Elf!Reader***

Thranduil x Human!Reader / Part 2

Thranduil x Blind!Child!Human!Reader

Elladan x Reader

Haldir x Human!Reader

Meludir x Reader

Sauron x Modern!Reader

Series

The Last Dragon(Complete)***

Daenys Targaryen x Glorfindel

Summary: After Daenery’s death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost without her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races

Dracarys***

Lachril Targaryen x Caranthir

Summary: The sequel to The Last Dragon. Follow along with the adventures of Lachril and Idhrendir as they discover new cultures and races of Middle-Earth, seeing them learning from the Valar and the Elders.

Lost in Middle-Earth(Complete)***

Thranduil x Modern!reader

Summary: Y/n finds herself falling asleep after watching all the Lord of the rings movie on Friday night, tired after a week of studying and working. What will happen when she finds herself in the middle of a forest with orcs running after her

Bonded***

Alpha!Ambarussa x Omega!reader

Summary: You were a very wild omega. Always running in nature without a care of the world but what will happen to you when one of your runs you saw two lovely Alphas strolling in the forest? (Sorry I’m bad at summaries)

Pure Blood***

Maedhros x Oc

Summary:  We all born with white blood which symbolizes our pure soul. As we grow up, our blood can change to red and become darker if we begun doing cruel things. The darker the blood, the cruel you are. Mine’s occur to be pure white but will continue to be after i meet my soulmate?

Request Here

[saelwen]

I’m obsessed with the elves from Silmarillion book (which are from middle-earth 😂) I was thinking of doing a series of one-shot of them. They will be smut, angsts, fluff, etc.

What do you guys think? Are you interested?

Most of the stories will be a Disability!Reader, like blind!reader, paraplegic!reader, amputee!reader, depressed!reader and etc (Because everyone deserves happiness😊). You could send a request or give me more ideas.

                                             //

Characters:

The Valar

Manwë x Reader

Melkor x Reader

Mandos x Reader

Nienna x Reader

Tulkas x Reader

Yavanna x Reader

Lórien x Reader

Varda x Reader

Oromë x Reader

House Of Fëanor

Fëanor x Reader

Maedhros x Reader

Maglor x Reader

Celegorm x Reader

Curufin x Reader

Caranthir x Reader

Amras x Reader

Amrod x Reader

House of Fingolfin

Fingolfin x Reader

Fingon x Reader

Turgon x Reader

Aredhel x Reader

Argon x Reader

House of Finarfin

Finarfin x Reader

Finrod x Reader

Angrod x Reader

Aegnor x Reader

Others Characters

Glorfindel x Reader

Ecthelion x Reader

Thingol x Reader

Beleg x Reader

Maeglin x Reader

Ororpher x Reader

Mairon x Reader

Tuor x Reader

Dior x Reader

So these are the character! 

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