#maedhros x sister!reader

[doodle-pops]

Maedhros Having A Twin Sister

A/N: I remembered the anon who sent the request for Caranthir's twin sister had given me the option of him, Maedhros and Fingon, and I've been obsessed with the idea of Mae having a twin sister. I might follow up with Fingon soon.

𑁍 So let’s say that you were the older born 20 minutes before him, you and Maedhros are going to be considered the apple of everyone and the family’s eye. The first child, the first girl, the first of everything within the House of Feanor, you are going to be cherished.

𑁍 Both you and Maedhros would receive equal parts of love, affection and attention. There isn’t any need for either of you to fight over who gets to spend more time with amillё and atar. Both Nerdanel and Feanor would be over the moon that their first babies were twins and equally beautiful.

𑁍 As Maedhros twin, growing up as the first two of the third generation of the House of Finwe, you are both alone for the greater half of your childhood before the rest of your siblings and cousins arrive. This means that you and Mae have many years to bond wonderfully.

𑁍 From playmates as children, you two would grow into adolescence and then adulthood having taken care of each other and constantly hovering. His attachment to you was always ‘she’s my sister, we’re supposed to be together always.’

𑁍 Maedhros was always attached to you, following you around wherever you went. If you wanted to play dress-up and dollhouse, he was down for that. If you wanted to host a tea party, he was also down for that. It didn’t matter (since it was just you two) where he was, so long as you were there.

𑁍 It was quite some funny years after your younger brothers were born, they were always fighting for your attention and Maedhros hated it, especially when Maglor and Caranthir used to cry and beg for you. It caused him to act stingy and keep you to himself.

𑁍 He can always count on you to be honest, brutal as well, and truthful with him. The both of you would adapt the roles of acting as parents to the rest of your siblings and cousins. This was a great relief for him because he would joke about what if it was just him alone as the eldest.

𑁍 Despite you being the eldest, for him as the eldest brother, he took the role of being head. You witnessed this during his years in Beleriand, he refused to give you that position, not wanting to give that volume of stress to you.

𑁍 You are close with him, Maglor, Caranthir and Ambarussar since the quiet personalities you all share are compatible. He was attached to you from a young all the way into adulthood. It’s something he uncontrollably does—just whips his head around to search for you and then stands nearby.

𑁍 He isn’t one to hover, but as the years pass and he realised that you were the only other girl in the family, he becomes protective. Giving your suitors the fatherly glare from over your shoulder or talking behind your back, and then acting dumb as if he had nothing to do with your suitor never returning.

𑁍 Arguments between you both are…complex. You’re opposites in terms of personality, but share lots of similarities with Nerdanel and her temperament, so disputes are never long but grudges were. Partially reasoned and sorted out, this was during Valinor.

𑁍 For his years in Beleriand, he was grateful for your company during his lonely and emotionally detached days in Himring. When Fingon or Maglor wasn’t there to sing away his nightmares, you would swoop in the care of him.

𑁍 Tending to his injuries, dressing and feeding him on his bad days, going to his meetings and assisting him with his documents/reports. He was grateful but also ashamed for dragging you into this. Despite acting as the eldest over everyone, he would always feel like your baby brother before you.

𑁍 This is the time when he would lean into your embrace and allow you to brush his hair and sing or baby him. He hates it since he doesn’t like the incapacitated feeling, but it makes him remember his youthful days with you; carefree and running around chasing each other.

𑁍 In return, he would spoil you with the finest riches the land had to offer because he enjoys gift-giving. Maedhros would take up training you in self-defence while being protective and not fancying the idea of you roaming about Beleriand.

𑁍 As the big sister, you were responsible for helping him with suitors. Dressing him up and making him appear desirable to the public. You would give him lots of advice on how to charm people and you were the final say on if you approved of his choice.

𑁍 His favourite days are spent going on walks or rides through the forest and getting everything off his chest. Witnessing him cry and breaking down was a familiar sight that broke your heart. You felt horrible that you could save your twin.

𑁍 Furthermore, you used to feel his pain, when be was going through the rough, but never told him to avoid him wallowing in guilt and shame. You took your job of being his big sister seriously, always easing his stress load and watching over him.

𑁍 You are his confidant and best friend, and he trusts you just as much as he trusts Maglor. You know all his secrets and his bond with you is unlike any other.

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[lamemaster]

An Abundance of Peredhel

Request: Could you do a headcanon about Elrond having a sister growing up with maedhos and maglor ? Please please

Genre: found family

AN: Thanks for requesting!! I loved writing this and I kinda cried. I miss writing so much :( Alas being an adult is good only when I get to spend money not earn it. Unedited to proceed with caution.

Reader POV

The first time you meet your brothers all the excitement leaves your face at the sight of two blotchy red faces connected to screeching bundles your mother seemed to favor over you.

Huffing and puffing you award your brothers a kiss on their cheeks at your father's insistence. But it does not take long before the noisy little bugs, change into your biggest fascination.

The role of elder sister feels like a duty greater than any in the world. You become their self-designated leader.

Spending afternoons looking after Elros and Elrond with your father, to learning the art of changing diapers with your mother. You enjoy the fondness that your brothers bring into your heart.

Tiny, defenseless elflings that were your siblings. And your future playmates! Your dolls to play dress up with before Elros apparently became too good for some simple house game.

Years melt away as you watch Elros and Elrond crawl, then toddle after you, your miniature shadows. An inseparable trio, you lead them on grand expeditions – scaling trees, delving into hidden caves, and building magnificent sandcastles. You became their teacher, imparting the invaluable skills of climbing, storytelling, and the art of feigning sleep during number lessons.

It was one such day, you were hiding in the caves waiting for Elrond to seek you while hearing for the signs of Elros getting caught. You chuckled silently imagining the screech you planned to elicit from Elrond when you jump scared him.

Your words failed you when you faced the bloodied Feanorian carrying your brothers in his arms. Your blood ran cold as you rushed to wrestle a sobbing Elrond out of Maglor's grasp, your own hands failing to reach the height.

Desperate you looked around for your mother. Calling for her, as you struggled to hold on to Elrond's feet as you reached out across the Feanorian's shoulder.

"Let them go!" You try to pull the Feanorian back holding onto his robe. Tears of frustration fill your eyes as you stare at the bloodied shores.

You dig your feet in the ground pulling the robe when your feet rise above the ground. A single hand hoisted you up bringing you face to face with Maedhros.

In momentary shock, you pause staring at the scared ellon before squirming away to reach your brothers.

Maedhros

He knew your agony better than any. He could see himself, his own frantic panic when his father had lit the ship on fire unaware of Amrod still in it. The grief, the helplessness, and the rage are what he remembers.

He sees it all reflected in you when you first come up at the sight of Maglor carrying Elrond and Elros.

Maedhros is almost too exhausted to bother his only hand but he steps in as he watches Maglor's feet falter as you pull him back reaching for your brothers.

He observes the resigned haunted look in your eyes as you look around for your mother. And then Maedhros believes he will never be able to face his mother, never in the eternity beyond Arda.

He sees the hate in your eyes as you huddle close to your brothers in the camp. Even as an elfling yourself, you comfort your brother with more intelligence than Celegorm's entire lifetime's worth.

The younger peredhel huddle close to you, falling asleep in your little lap. But you remain away. Glaring at anyone stepping close to your slumbering brothers.

You evade sleep for days before you fall prey to a bout of fainting spells. Something that sends the twins and Maglor into a sobbing mess.

Your hatred does not fade with Elrond and Elros' caution. Your heart never melts the way the twins mold theirs around Maglor's. You are always too guarded.

And for that Maedhros is fond of you. He is endeared to the sparring lessons you come up with after watching his warriors train. You never accept his offer to teach, yet your moves are that of Feanorian. He has made sure of that by slowing his own training matches for you to catch onto for your hidden ones later at night.

You are a part of his reluctant forced family. A part of Maglor's adopted bunch- albeit unwillingly.

He sees it in the way Maglor never misses your presents with the twins' or the way you smile and laugh with them in the presence of your brothers. Your hatred of them is yours. You never force it on your brothers.

And for that, you are dear to Maedhros. Because you unlike his father have found a way to leave grief for love. Love of your brother and perhaps (he dreams on hopeful nights) some fondness for him and his brother.

Maglor

It is too late by the time he feels it from the daze of his mourning. A stinging pain in his heart that empties itself further. This time it hurts achingly beyond Namo's halls.

It aches for his son, Elros. The one who he believes has gone beyond his reach. And it aches for Elrond. The one left behind. But somehow, his heart does not shatter itself. In all this grief it holds on for the sake of his third child. The stubborn bitter child who resembles so much his own brother. In some ways, you were more of Maedhros' ward than his.

He feels you moments after his clarity. Rushing through the night on your mare you make it to him, the minute his mind is clear enough to hold on to his bond with Elrond.

You stand in front of him. Unbroken. Whole. Yet no less weary. And the words that leave you are so brittle. So delicate that it reminds him of the day he first found you crouched in a cave. "You- Elrond...please," you blink tearfully, and then to his horror you kneel. "Elrond needs you. Please." You sob softly.

The lines on your face are deep. The way longing for mortality had written itself on Earendil's face. The way your father had stayed back for his love and the way you stay back for your brother. It is written on your face that defies elven immortality yet fails no be that of a mortal.

And so he returns. He comes back for his children. Because he cannot bring himself to deny the child who kneels in front of him. He cannot deny the children who held strong for their mortal brother. Who waited decades to unleash their grief in the absence of the one who caused it.

He returns as a simple bard. Stays next to his son. And you, who remain tied to him in a nameless bond. A bond that is someday that of Maedhros's reluctant ward. He returns because he too knows the pain that you and Elrond grieve for.

[batsyforyou]

Hiya!! Thanks for finding the vampire!reader headcanons interesting 🫂

How's your Maedhros x reader series coming along? Last I recall was reader being somewhat a child of Námo…😗. I've been patiently waiting for it ☺️

HIII!

Oh my word so *clears throat* I was working on the Child of Námo thing, admittedly things were going slow (to no one’s surprise lmao) and at some point I realized that something wasn’t right. Like what I had wasn’t what I wanted cause it wasn’t working for some reason. Like the vibes were not clicking together.

So I erased everything and started again! 😀🔫

Don’t worry all the details that you know are the same I’m just redoing the reader and their history and the plot.

Also, I was doing the new intro and accidentally sent my sister on an anxiety attack sooooooooo

I’m a little concerned about it but I don’t plan on changing it.

Do you want to see what the beginning looks like? I’d be happy to show a little bit if you want to see it.

[autumnshighlady]

Hi! Anon who sent asks about maedhros, Eris and Lucien here :D let me first say I’m so excited you’ve decided to write for the Silm fandom!!!

It’s totally ok if you’re not for it yet (since this request might be a little big) but I was inspired by the ideas you talked about and so can I request a crossover for Acotar x Silm crossover with (Maedhros x reader) who is either Lucien’s full-blooded sister or half sister from Helion, and while tampering with spells in Helion’s library gets transported to Arda? There she meets Maedhros, uses her magic in some situations while trying to find a way home? Not sure when to set her arrival… That’s all I’ve got for some plot for the request right now, sorry if it’s vague, would love to talk to you about it if you’re interested in writing it since it… might be long enough for a series haha.

Thank you! Hope you’re recovering well from the accident :)

oh babes i’d absolutely love to write this! i love the idea so much, i can definitely see it becoming a short series for me! i’d absolutely love to chat more about it, reach out whenever and don’t worry about spamming :)

[animatorweirdo]

Feanorians reaction to their adopted sibling....

(Here it is! Feanorians reaction to their adopted sibling. Since this got asked few times, i made this for you. Please emjoy!)

Warnings; none, just chaotic domestic life. 

Oh, if you haven’t read the original headcanon imagine getting adopter Nerdanel, click this...

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When your mom decided to adopt a new sister in the family while you and your brothers were causing war crimes and kinslaying over some shiny jewels.

The sons of Feanor were awkwardly standing, looking at you with silence. You were also awkwardly staring at them, not knowing what to say. 

When your mom said her sons came back, you prepared to meet your seven older brothers and welcome them. 

However, this was awkward. 

They were at least centuries older than you and intimidating. You're like a tiny runt, compared to them. 

"Uhm..." Celegorm started, trying to figure out a way to break the silence. 

"You wanna beer?" He asked, holding a bottle. 

"She's 1100! (Or whatever is the elven equivalent of 11 years old)," Maglor said. 

"I don't know! what am I supposed to do with that!" Celegorm defended himself. 

Boys started arguing while you stood there awkwardly. 

Nerdanel and Feanor were watching this from the table. 

"You know, I would have appreciated if you told me you were going to do something like this," Feanor looked at his wife. "Why? Weren't the silmarils more important?" She asked while taking a sip from her teacup. Feanor stood quiet, not sure how to answer that. "You refused to spare me one son from your ridiculous oath, so what I was gonna do when you all left me all alone in our empty house was none of your business," She said. "And I can do what the fuck I want, so deal with it," She added. Feanor sighed. This might have been inevitable. 

"And besides. I was fine having three sons then you failed to give me a daughter four times in a row. And last time, you gave me twins," Nerdanel stated. "So now we have a daughter, so you better get used to it because it doesn't matter if you like it or not," She added. Feanor exhaled. If the situation was different, he might have objected, but Nerdanel now had the power to send him back to Mandos, so there was no arguing with her. He might as well get used to having an eighth child now. 

How your lives changed after that awkward meeting. 

-The boys were shocked when Nerdanel brought you along to meet them and thought their mother moved on and had a child with another, but Nerdanel quickly dismissed that. She didn't have the energy to go through something like that again. 

-Adoption was easier. 

-You were intimidated and nervous to meet them. You have heard about the kinslaying and the crimes that happened. People talked about them a lot, so it wasn't a secret. 

-You're also used to the life when it's just you and mom, so you were also nervous about how your lives were gonna change with them coming back. 

-The first meeting was awkward, and no one knew what to say. Luckily, it changed when you all went home. 

-One of the boys had to switch rooms since you took it for yourself. Others were fine with it if you took one of their room. Celegorm and Curufin are the only ones to sulk about it if you stole one of their rooms. 

-You and Nerdanel were used to doing things by yourselves, so Feanor and the boys needed to adapt to your lifestyle. Without servants. 

-It was domestic chaos at first. Maedhros, Maglor, and Caranthir were the only ones who knew how to do chores. The twins were hopeless at first. Celegorm only knew how to make a mess, and Curufin had too much pride to touch anything dirty. 

-Nerdanel, however, had the command over the house, so one strick yell is enough to make Curufin do his chores. 

-Amrod and Amras were the first ones you got along with very well. 

-Since they were no longer the youngest of the family, they decided to take their new roles as older brothers seriously and treated you well. 

-They even help you with chores most of the time. 

-Even though; they were hopeless when it came to basic chores. They're used to living in the wild, hunting things. So you have to teach them a little. 

-You might have become their new partner in crime when it came to pranks. 

-Maglor and Caranthir were next you got along with very well. 

-Maglor was welcoming and made some effort to treat you like family. 

-You absolutely love his music, and he sometimes sings to you when you have a hard time falling asleep. 

-Caranthir was a bit unsure at first but treated you well and made some effort to get to know you. 

-You were fascinated by his knitting skills, so you two bonded over as he taught you how to knit, and you two would talk about a lot of things. 

-That then led you two to give your works as a gift to Nerdanel, who was happy that you two got along. 

-You two shared some things in common and loved mom, so you two got along like bread and butter. 

 -Celegorm and Curufin were more difficult to get along with. 

-Celegorm was a bit more on the wild side and loud, while you liked peace and silence. 

-Curufin was a bit mean and had too much pride, so you ended up mostly avoiding him. 

-Celegorm does try to have a good relationship with you, but his teasing can be too much sometimes. 

-You did like Huan, so that was a good thing. 

-Huan was very welcoming and kept Celegorm out of your boundaries.

-You might have considered stealing Huan for yourself, but he was a good boy and remained loyal to Celegorm despite the incident with Luthien.  

-Celegorm got his head out of the clouds, and couldn't stay mad at his canine friend, so the two made up, and it was all good in the end. 

-Maedhros was a bit tricky at first. It wasn't that he didn't like you. He still felt guilt for every bad thing he committed in the past. 

-You were pure and innocent, so he tended to avoid you. He did treat you well and offered his help if you needed any. 

-So you had to make some effort to get close to him. 

-Since Nerdanel taught you to be more empathic with others, you wanted to help Maedhros with his guilt and trauma. 

-So you spend some time with him in the late afternoons with blankets and warm drinks you made for him. Nerdanel once used this method to comfort you, and it usually worked, so you decided to do the same. 

-You ask him things about middle earth, and he would tell you stories you would find fascinating. 

-It made him feel a little better, and slowly he began warming up to you. 

-He appreciated your effort to help and started avoiding you less. 

-You could always count on him if your other brothers were troublesome or too much for you. 

-One thing boys had to learn was that Nerdanel was on your side if it came to arguments or quarrels. 

-They have to think twice before crossing you because all it takes is you aggressively painting a mess on the face of their statue and mom comes right yelling. They don't have her favor like all those years ago when they were younger. 

-And as an extra. The individual has to wash their statue from the paint. 

-Nerdanel was more strict with them, so you could literally get away with anything. 

-Not that you would do anything to upset her. You love her too much to do anything terrible. You fear her disappointment more than anything. 

-Feanor was another who mostly avoided you. 

-He didn't dislike you. He just didn't know how to interact with you. 

-He was glad that Nerdanel was happy with you, so he doesn't want to ruin that for her. 

-The oath caused him to have a strained relationship with Nerdanel, and even his sons were sour with him. 

-Things would have been better if he didn't go crazy about the silmarils, and he realized that too late. 

-So he doesn't want to have another soul to despise him for what happened. 

-However, you wanted to try to help fix things up a little because watching your mom and Feanor interact was sometimes painful to watch, especially when your mom was super snappy with him. 

-The atmosphere was also like they got forced to live under the same roof. 

-So, with the help of your brothers. You all worked together to ease the tension between them and help love each other again. 

-It was a lot of work, but the tension lowered a lot, and Feanor's risk of ruining his marriage became low. 

-The two still had some quarrels, and Nerdanel was still the boss. Feanor then made some effort to be welcoming and treat you like family since you technically saved his marriage. 

-He then considered you were not too bad and very talented in painting. 

-When people heard about you, they were worried since Feanor had eight children now. 

-Luckily, most of the people know you're Nerdanel's adopted daughter, so they were pretty chill about it. They were more interested in how your family drama will turn out. 

-So you don't get discriminated. No one really dares to because that one time when someone insulted you, Nerdanel came to your defense and threw an epic fit. 

-No one insults you under her watch. 

-So people were more afraid of your mother than your father and seven brothers. No one knows what she would do if something terrible happened to you, and no one is eager to find out. 

-So you were safe from rumors and discrimination. 

-You met Feanor's half side of the family before, and they're all good to you. 

-Anaire was still your favorite aunt, and you respected Fingolfin, who was kind and thanked you and Nerdanel for caring for his wife. 

-Your favorite cousins are Fingon, Argon, Aredhel, and Finrod because they sometimes kept you company before your brothers came around. 

-So no one in your big family minds if you were adopted. They pretty much got used to it having you around. 

-And they rather not go against Nerdanel since her temper grew spicy since first age. 

-People do find you confusing. You don't seem to share the same temper as your family, but unknown to them. They were wrong. 

-You are calm, most of the time, but after your brothers came to live with you and mom. You were pretty easily pissed off when annoyed enough. 

-You get annoyed if you get pranked too much. 

-No one is allowed in your painting room and touch your stuff. 

-You get snappy if someone laid their dirty hands on your paintings.

-And that one time, Celegorm pissed you off big time because he kept teasing and didn't leave you alone, so you grabbed one of the paintings and smashed it right into his face. 

-His head went through the canvas, and then the whole family burst into laughter. 

-The painting was a portrait of a woman, and his head went through the spot her head should be, making it look like he had boobs and a body of a woman. 

-You were more annoyed, though. You realized too late that was a commission from someone. You had to start the thing all over again.

-You know how to control your temper most of the time, but if someone was to witness your anger fit. You could easily be mistaken to be actually related to the feanorians.  

[i-did-not-mean-to]

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🌟 Colour my soul (Smutty Russingon fic for @drxconics)

🌟 Cursed Cards (with art by @sauroff) -> Part II (with new art) -> Part III

🌟 Share your address (with art by @mysandwichranaway) (NSFW)

🌟 Random Silm-Musings (it’s a ficlet though)

🌟 Silm/Hobbit Crossover

🌟 Living memories for @mismaeve (about Elrond being reunited with foster-dad)

🌟 Thingol reminisces with art by @the-red-butterfly

🌟 Fëanor x Nerdanel for Irene

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🌟 Celegorm murdering Eöl for crack anon (TW: murder)

🌟 A haunting confession (Diary about my haunting by Maglor)

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[kiatheinsomniac]

What are your current requests , so far ? And what are you enjoying writing the most write now and what request are you looking foward to writing the most ?

In terms of requests:

♡ I'm currently working on a dark! Finrod x Reader (and I'm throwing in references to Crimson Peak bc I could watch that film a million times)

♡ how the Assassins feel about having a Templar s/o headcanons

♡ the Castlevania boys with an Arab (west-Asian) s/o headcanons

♡ Melkor with a naive, virgin reader (I'm a slut for loss of virginity fics yes it's bc I'm a virgin stfu)

♡ yandere! Orodreth x Turin's sister! Reader

♡ Ezio Auditore x gn, masked! Reader

♡ Alucard x dhampir! Reader

♡ Connor Kenway x Reader smut

♡ Maedhros x human! Reader smut (age gap, size kink and I am so excited to get to this one sjdgfajshgf - I like my smut kinky <33)

♡ Mairon/ Annatar x Reader smut with some of the best prompts the asker could have possibly chosen, I love you for that

♡ Eivor Varinsdottir x mythical creature! Reader - I think you've all picked up on how much I love putting folkloric elements in that suit Eivor's background and time period

♡ the Assassins with an s/o who's afraid to love where they confess to her and help her through her commitment issues headcanons

I'm really looking forward to the Melkor, Maedhros and Mairon smuts and I'm currently really enjoying writing this dark Finrod request! I'm trying to keep these contrasts between his "ray of sunshine" personality and these dark things he's doing hehe. I've taken the request a little further than the anon asked because I'm itching to write a confrontation hehe <33

[theelvenhaven]

Keep your hands to yourself

Caranthir x Reader

2.4k words

Wrote this in January and wanted to share now as a bonus since things are going so slow rn with requests.

Celegorm and Curufin know JUST how to get under their brothers skin! This time they decide to do it through you, but Caranthir has little to no tolerance when their little game involves you.

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Caranthir kept his hand on your lower back standing close to you. A goblet of wine in both of your hands and both dressed exquisitely for tonight's event in Thargelion. His long black hair draped down his black clad back of his velvet robes. Rich silver embroidery on the hems of his robes, with a beautiful burgundy sateen tunic that framed his neck and jaw line beautifully.

His gray eyes intense but relaxed... gazing down at you. Admiring your beauty. Your long hair intricately put up in a bun, pins with gems of starlight on them were strew in your beautiful hair. A gown of crushed burgundy velvet hugged your figure alluringly... A v - cut neckline tastefully exposing your delicate collarbones and the starlight gem necklace resting there.

If Caranthir trailed his finger tips a little higher and over the beaded work he'd get a small taste of your perfect bare back exposed in the cut out. And Eru how he admired the way the gown he embroidered and beaded for you looked on you. He was hardly paying attention to the councilman before you both.

He hardly even heard a word he spoke, though he suspected what it was about. Though the councilman wasn't foolish enough to repeat what he said. Not wanting to sour the Lord's seemingly quiet mood. With Caranthir as your husband, you knew this was his pleasant mood. And in private, a slightly more cuddly Caranthir would come out.

Even if others thought him to be prickly. When it came to you, he was wrapped around your finger. Especially when it came to your affections. You said something in return to the Councilman who meekly and politely smiled to you, dismissing himself. After a moment you looked up at your handsome husband, a small smile pulling at your lips.

"Yes, mírë?" He asked softly in his deep velvety voice, using his affectionate name for you. It meant jewel, treasure or precious thing. And while you were by no means a physical object to obtain, he viewed you as the most precious thing to him even if he rarely voiced it. It was hard not to know how he felt about you, as Caranthir showed it in many different ways.

"Were you even paying attention?" You asked him, humored by his lack of diplomacy. A faint smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he stared down at your small and delicate form. Your voice drowning out the sounds of this banquet around him, for which he was more than grateful for.

As far as he was concerned these were held for the benefit of traders and perhaps even the morale of his people, the added benefit was seeing you so dressed up. Other than that he hated these, it was just another excuse to hound the already busy Lord on things he was trying to tend too.

"I'm afraid more beautiful sights had my attention..." His fingers on the small of your back began to draw soft circles. Caranthir had spoken to you genuinely, and since being married he was more attentive to complimenting you. Almost as if he was unable to help himself despite how gruff and grumpy he came off. It hadn't even been a year but he was undoubtedly obsessed and enamored with everything about you. Yet in the same breath, he was petrified of you leaving.

Or more importantly being snatched by an enemy be it an orc or an ellon much more charming and with no horrific temper and an oath tying you both to a horrible fate. Quietly he leaned forward, pressing his cold lips to your forehead in a rare public display. Your hand resting on his bicep as he pulled you a little closer, savoring his lingering affections. The surroundings melting away as you couldn't help but be absorbed into him.

Both of you craving every single bit of one another's affections. Soft kisses, warm hands gently caressing one another, arms wrapped around you and laying on is broad chest. The safest place in all of Thargelion for you to be. Before the two of you could descend further into each other- in perhaps making a get away- a voice made your husband tense.

"Brother!" You and Caranthir heard from behind him, a heavy huff leaving his lips and you could feel the glare already forming. You had yet to meet this sibling, very aware he had six brothers. You knew one had passed away, and had the pleasure of meeting Maedhros and Maglor when you two wed. Amrod keeping mostly to himself even when he visited his brother, so you'd seen him but hadn't met. But Celegorm and Curufin... Caranthir seemed determined to keep you hidden from the two of them.

Unceremoniously he pulled away, arm seemingly wrapping tighter around your hip as he faced an almost silver haired ellon and another ellon with black hair like Caranthir's. Even blue in tint in the light just like Cara's. A smirk pulling at their lips as their eyes immediately fell on you, almost making you feel like cornered prey and the sense they thought of you to be beneath them. But Caranthir's aura was undoubtedly protective, easing some of that helplessness you felt.

"Brothers..." He grumbled, hands tightening on his goblet as he brought it up tensely to his lips to drink. Eyes never leaving Celegorm and Curufin, watching them with great intensity even as they shifted to stand comfortably his eyes were trained on them. Celegorm finally brought his eyes from you and back to his brother, the smirk never leaving his lips.

"Shall you introduce us to your beautiful wife? Or shall we do it for you? Considering we weren't invited to the wedding it is the least you could do." Celegorm made sure to put emphasis on complimenting your beauty, and quick to throw out that they had been purposefully overlooked. You only heard another sigh come from Caranthir- who refused to loosen his grip on you.

"This is one of my eldest brothers Celegorm-" Caranthir began in a huffy voice, extending his free hand to the blond, bright eyed ellon. Celegorm nodded his head deeply to you before exchanging a wistful glance with Curufin.

"And this is my younger brother, Curufin." He continued in his same huffy annoyed voice, Curufin politely nodded his to you. Though their displayed respects didn't do anything to ease the ever growing aura of tension and danger.

"And dear brothers-" He hissed out, "this is MY wife." Caranthir hadn't told you much of Celegorm and Curufin. Other than the fact that they could be trouble, and more often than not he had explained they loved to tag team your poor husband. This prompted him to have warned you if this day ever came, that they knew JUST how to send him into a bought of rage.

"It is a pleasure." You said politely back to them with a smile of your own, mindful to stay respectful as you didn't know them, and almost everyone annoyed Cara- except for you. The two exchanged another glance, Celegorm's eyes narrowing in on you once more as Curufin turned his attention to his brother.

"Dear brother, please be a good host and fetch a drink for us. I'm afraid I don't know who to flag down." Curufin began out a glint of amusement finding his eye as he looked from you and back to their brother. You could almost hear his teeth beginning to grind together, your eyebrows raised in response to the way Curufin blatantly ordered him around.

"The wine table is just over there, forgive me but I'd prefer to stay in the company of my husband." You interjected on his behalf, sensing how his anger was winding up to be white hot. Caranthir said nothing drilling a hole into the two of them, Celegorm only looking to you with mirth at your attempt to placate and diffuse the situation.

"Curufin our dear brother lets a Lady speak for him now." If you had known the brothers better you'd have openly rolled your eyes in annoyance at Celegorm's ability to twist this situation around to irate Cara further. But your husband said nothing, not really wanting to show you his unstoppable rage. This whole year he had managed to keep a handle on his rage in front of you, now once you weren't around that didn't mean furniture and glass items were destroyed. Though that streak was certainly being put to the test now,

"Mm with an elf as lovely as she, I'd let her speak for me too... Amongst other things." Curufin said eyes oncing over your form as he stood stoically, a hint of interest finding his voice. This was clearly striking a nerve as Caranthir's hand squeezed your hip firmly, he had sensed your immediate discomfort. Spiking his need to protect you further from whatever else they might spout out in their need to pick on him.

"Leave her out of this." Caranthir hissed out, refusing you the very idea of them using you against him. You were his wife for Eru's sake! Not a silly little chess piece or trinket to be toyed with! Not a single elf seemed to pay this situation any mind, showing how regular this really was, and as much as Caranthir would hate it in this moment you couldn't help but sympathize with him...

"Come now Carnistir! We only mean it as a compliment!" Celegorm laughed out joyously, and if it wouldn't make the situation worse you'd absolutely put yourself protectively between him and Caranthir. You had siblings too, sisters though. So you didn't understand this need to distress their brother so badly and desperately did you want it to stop. You were sensing there was a tipping point and felt that perhaps now was your opportunity to escape so you could calm him.

"My love, let us retire hm?" You began moving to grab his and pulling gently to move past them. But in doing so it put you closer to Curufin, whose hand shot out to your back, resting against the exposed skin. Immediately you blushed bristling at his touch, feeling his hand slide around to grip your hip snugly.

“Come now, Lady Y/N, I insist that you stay and join us for a couple of drinks.” Celegorm urged in a smooth and charming voice leaning forward to be closer to you. The close interaction didn't last for very long as with ease your husband yanked you away.

Unintentionally jolting you forcefully making you stumble, Caranthir throwing the goblet off to the side as he grabbed his brothers wrist tightly, shoving Celegrom away in the process with his now free hand. His fury at its peak just from him touching your bare skin and gripping your hip the way he had so possessively. Curufin grimaced, jaw tensing as a glare crossed his features, easily rivaling their fathers.

But this was Curufin not their Atar. And there was nothing Curufin could do to put the fear of Eru in Caranthir. Especially when it came to you, Curufin was at a higher risk of physical ruin than Caranthir was. The tension hung heavy in the air, wound so tightly your fingernails could tear right through it.

"Keep your filthy hands off of MY wife do you understand me?" Caranthir standing so close their noses almost touched as now it was a battle of wills. Seeking his opportunity to perhaps check on you, not missing how you were slung away from the so called danger, Celegorm moving to step around Caranthir. You only watched with wide eyes as his other hand moved out to grab the collar of his green tunic.

"This is my only warning dear brother." His voice dripping with sarcastic venom and you couldn't help your body reacting with such fear from how feral he seemed to become in his quest to protect you. Every muscle in his body rigid and ready to strike them HOWEVER he had too. The four of you were silent, no one wanting to relent to the other but Celegorm and Curufin knew they'd be fools not too.

There was no Maedhros and Maglor to even attempt to pry him off them once Caranthir threw the first punch. And there was no way in all of Arda you could even attempt to calm that fire once it would be set ablaze. Not until the threat understood its place, only then would he relent.

"Are we understood?" He seethed through his gritted teeth, turning his attention to Celegorm who only scoffed out a chuckle, holding up his arms in surrender.

"Alright, we are understood Carnistir." Celegorm spoke with a grin, it was only then he released Celegorm who straightened out his tunic.

"Isn't that right Curufin?" Celegorm asked his brother sensing their fun was most certainly over... For now. The two were watching Curufin carefully who finally nodded though the stoic stance never wavering. Caranthir shoved his brother away from the two of you as you finally worked up your nerve to approach him,

"Cara?" You asked in a small voice with more emotion than you intended to convey, Caranthir felt angry guilt slam into him hearing you. You had only ever heard of his temper reaching to this extreme, always having the luxury at Caranthir's insistence to avoid this part of his anger. Even though you knew you'd be bound to witness this kind of violent fury it didn't make it any less scary.

You were now afraid of him and it was all because his brothers pushed him so hard, now he surely thought you'd see him as a monster. Slowly he turned to face you, red cheeks far more crimson than normal. Eyes fierce and you could almost see a literal fire blazing in them, his body standing tense and ready to attack but he made no move to attack you. He wouldn't dare.

His brothers were quiet as they watched you approach him, both mildly impressed that you still seemed to want to cozy up to the Prince despite how terrifying he was like this. Your small hand slipping into his big calloused one that gently squeezed as he breathed out shakily. Caranthir didn't miss the tears you were trying to fight...

"Let us retire now?" His voice shook with anger but Caranthir was trying desperately to calm himself for your sake. You nodded at his words, thumb rubbing against your soft hand before pulling you with calculated care into his side, and without missing another beat the two of you walked towards the exit of the banquet hall.

No one seemingly paying you two any mind, anyone who did quickly changed their mind once they caught a glimpse of their Lord. For now he'd leave Celegorm and Curufin to stew on their only warning before he'd even consider dealing with them tomorrow. His only concern now was soothing you and his anger, and was grateful his brothers had enough smarts between the two of them to allow you both time alone.

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@saviorsong​ @oathandichor @fandom-hoe101 @lilmelily

[tolkien-fics]

oh! maybe would you do a maedhros fic where the reader is an artist and illustrates plants for a living and brings him along with her to search for plants to draw? or a glorfindel fic where the reader has an AWFUL day at work and needs some cheering up so they have a cozy evening together? don’t feel obligated to do either of these!! have a lovely day/evening!

Word Count: 529

Trigger Warnings: N/A just fluff and slight jealousy

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Okay so I liked both of these ideas so I’m gonna write both because I love them so much. Glorfindel fic will be separate. I have an original-not so original character called Sereia who is basically fem!Amrod so I decided to add her in here! Also sorry this isn’t my best work!

“This way, Mae!” You called, paint set in one hand, canvas and easel in the other as you strolled in the garden, trying to find a good spot.

“What about this rose bush?” Maedhros hung around a bit behind you, admiring a beautiful, crimson rose bush. The plant had plenty of flowers on.

You looked back, crinkling your nose. “Hmm..maybe not. I mean, I don’t think I could do it justice.”

Maedhros chuckled, “You could capture the beauty of a thousand stars if you wished to paint them, dear.”

A flush came over your cheeks, not used to being complemented. Your art always caught the attention of others, but you still felt a bit insecure at times. After all, there are always critics.

“Come. I’ll show you a good spot.” The feanorian motioned his head for you to follow him, which you did slightly confused.

Other plants and flowers were passed on your short journey which caught your attention, maybe you would come back another day to paint those. The fragrance hit your nostrils, something you loved about the garden.

“Maedhros, the show is in a week. Do you really think people will want to buy my work?”

“I have no doubts, my love.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, placing an arm around your shoulder and bringing you close as you both walked.

“Sereia!” Maedhros called to a young woman, who looked a bit similar to himself. She had the same fiery hair, give or take a few shades darker. Anyone could have mistaken her for being part of the elven guard, for she had a warrior energy surrounding her. However, you didn’t know about his sister.

Your heart sank when the girl looked up from her own canvas, grinned and hugged the red haired elf. You and Maedhros hadn’t officially started courting yet, but you had both made your feelings known for one another.

“Oh! This must be Y/n?” The elleth asked, smiling at you.

You set up your easel, fighting the slight jealousy, pushing it down to the pit of your stomach.

“I am.” You confirmed with a smile, you wasn’t one for getting jealous easily so you felt a bit of disappointment in yourself.

“I’m Sereia, his sister.” She introduced, dipping her paint brush into a green colour. “Maedhros, you have not told her about me?”

He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, feeling called out. “I haven’t got around to it.”

Sereia grinned, “Yeah, yeah. Anyway Y/n, I’ve heard a lot about you. You paint for a living, correct?”

You nodded, shocked that Maedhros had told her about you. You thought he was quite the private person. Or maybe it was because he wanted his sister’s opinion on how to express his love to you.

“I do. What about you? Do you paint for a living or hobby?”

“Hobby.” Sereia confirmed with a smile. “But this spot is always a good place to come to. Plus I think my brother wanted you to meet me.” She giggled at the older feanorian’s blush.

Looking ahead, you saw a beautiful plant. There was no question about it, this was a good spot.

[saelwen]

Maedhros x Albino!Human!Reader Part 2

Maedhros x Albino!Human!Reader

Part One

Request by a lovely anon

How about a one shot of a albino reader with elf or valar of your choice because I can’t decide, there was so many choices and I like your writings.

Masterlist

Summary: You are an albino human, who is a healer. After picking up some herbs in the forest, you were met by a tall stranger in front of your home.

Warnings: FLUFF

Words: 1,400

After that beautiful cold night, you and Maedhros had begun courting. The elven King had taken you to his Kingdom, where you had built a massive store for your teas and potions.

When Maedhros had returned to the palace from his secret trips, everyone was shocked to see a pure white human girl with violet eyes follow him closely. The servants whispered horrible things about you as you passed by them, hearing them saying that you had put an evil spell on their King. You would only smile at them and continue with your daily life, ignoring their lies. You aren’t scared of what people thought of your and Maedhro's relationship but you were scared of his brothers' wrath.

The first time you met them was your second week in the palace. The seven brothers had traveled all week when they heard that their older brother had taken a human girl to his kingdom and on top of that, he was courting her.  

You remember the nerves you felt when the massive doors of the throne room open, reveling seven Noldor princes. Their faces were neutral except one, Caranthir, who was looking at you a fierce glare. Throwing you sharp daggers. The rest of the brothers were calm but you could sense nerves hovering the air.

“Really?! A human?!.... Brother, I think you could do better than that pale thing over there!” Caranthir was the first to talk, his harsh words sting a little.

“Do not disrespect my Lady in mine or anyone else presence, little brother!...or else it will be consequences.” Maedhros’s voice was deep and calm but there was a touch of warning in it, making his younger brother roll his eyes and huff.

Maglor took a step forward and bow his head towards you, a small smile on his pale lips. “It’s an honor to meet you, my Lady!” he said gently. His younger brothers, the twins, follow right behind him. Greeting you politely.

You nod and smile softly. “It’s a great honor to meet you all, Yours Graces! Your brother has talked a lot about you,” you said to all of them, seeing in the corner of your eye Maedhros smiling proudly at you. He knew how nervous you were to meet his brothers and he was proud seeing you pushing away your fear and greet them with your head high.

Curufin looks to his older brother and frowns deeply. “What about the oath?... Do you wish to drag your Lady to our problems?” he said calmly.

Maedhros sigh and close his eyes, putting his hand on his head. “The oath is our problem... and I will verify that none of our problems come to Y/n,” he said firmly.

They all nod and walk to their chambers, leaving you and Maedhros alone all day which you took advantage of to go for a walk in the garden with him. Stealing gently kisses to one another.  

As the year has passed, you had become really close to Maedhros’s brothers. Maglor and the twins were the easiest to talk, always cheerful and happy to see you. Celegorm and Curufin were a bit hard but after a few months, they had warm up to you. Celegorm even had offered to teach you to hunt but Meadhros refused, saying that he wouldn’t put you at any risk.

Caranthir was another tale. He would usually stay away from you but his grey eyes were always fixed on you, studying every movement. But one day, as you were strolling in the garden alone. Happy to feel the cold wind hitting in your pale skin. Two elves come to you, their faces wrinkled with their frowns.

“What did you do to our King, Witch?!” one of them said while giving you a strong push, making you take a step back.

“W..What do you want from me?” you said, your body quivering in fear.

As the other elf was about to give you another push, Caranthir jump out of nowhere. The elves faces paled and they took a step back, bowing their heads to their Prince.

“Lift your filthy hands again towards my sister and it will be the last time that you will have hands!” his words were full of venom, making the two elves yelp in fear and run away.

He turns to you and gave you a small smirk which you return him a bright smile. You two become almost inseparable since that day, he was always saying that it was his dream to have a sister.

When you and Maedhros made a year of courting, he had taken you to a night stroll in the gardens. The moonlight bathes the beautiful garden which made it look magical, something that had come out from a fairytale.

“It’s a lovely night!” you said while sniffing one flower, humming in pleasure at the sweet smell of the beautiful plant.

“Yes, it is, Meleth nin.” Meadhros’s voice was full of love and passion, his beautiful grey eyes fixed on your form. “I can’t believe that it has passed a year since I've met you... and my love for you only grew,” he said with a soft voice, his eyes glowing with the moonlight.

You turn to him and smile, cupping his cheek gently. “I also can’t believe it but here we are...in love and happy,” you whisper quietly, pulling him into a passionate kiss which he gladly returns.

He pulls back and rests his forehead on yours, smiling nervously. “I’m not good with this kind of stuff and I think I will never be but...” he took a deep breath and pull a small velvet black box from his pocket. “I’ve loved you since I saw you coming out of that forest with a basket full of herbs...the only thing I could see was your pale chin and your rosy lips.” he chuckles a little and open the box, showing you the beautiful ring. It was simple but well crafted, with a small white diamond shining with the moonlight. “Y/n...Will you marry me?” as you hear his words, you jump to him. Saying yes over and over and over again, tears running down your eyes freely.

You two married the week after, wanting to be husband and wife as quick as possible. The wedding was small and only your closest friends were invited along with Meadhros’s brothers.

It was a beautiful day, the sun shining high in the sky and Maedhros had ordered to build a large tent for you to stay protected from the sun. During the ceremony, Maedhros’s brothers were a sobbing mess which made you giggle.  

Your thoughts were interrupted by the excited squeal of your five-year-old little girl running to you. “NANA!!... Help me! Uncle Caranthir is going to eat me!” she squeals as she climbs to your lap.

Lilith was born a year after the wedding. She was so small when she was born that you and Meadhros were worried that she would fell sick and die but she was stronger than you two had thought. Lilith had her father's hair and skin but she had your violet eyes and nose, making her true elvish beauty.

“Don’t worry, my love! I will protect you!” you said while shielding her from Caranthir, who was walking towards you two with a warm smile. Behind him was your beloved husband, who was smiling proudly to his daughter. He sat beside you and gave you and Lilith a soft kiss.

“Ada!” Lilith said cheerfully, jumping to her father’s lap. She wraps her little arms around his neck and cuddles to his chest.

Maedhros smile softly and rubs his large hands up and down on her small back, kissing gently her red hair. “Have you been good to your uncle, Lilith?” he asked with a teasing voice, seeing her giggle mischief.

“Yes!....we had prank uncle Celegorm and Uncle Curufin! We filled their wardrobe with ladies' clothes!” she said while giggling madly, making you both smile and roll your eyes.

Caranthir shrug and smirks. “You should have seen their faces,” he said while laughing.

You three stay the rest of the playing in the garden, playing hide and seek with Lilith.  

Never in your all life, you had thought that you could be this happy, to have a family of your own and a beautiful elven King to love you.

Hey Guys!!! So here is part two of Maedhros one shot!! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

[doodle-pops]

Haunted Mischief

Elrond x reader

Warnings: 1.8k

Words: none, all fluff and humour

Synopsis: Elrond takes a moment to share how much of a festive prankster he was in his childhood days.

“Most of my childhood days around this time surrounded helping my mother in the kitchen. I had a particular knack for wanting to eat any remnants of cake batter left in the bowl,” you chuckled as the memory resurfaced. You ran off with the bowl to hide under the dining table where the tablecloth was long enough to shield you from the rest of your siblings who came searching for you. “I had to fight off my brothers and sisters so I could have the entire bowl all to myself. They would normally get back at me though.”

A soft, yet hearty laughter echoed beside you from Elrond as you both took a stroll in the woods nearby, a well-deserved break from all his duties. “Sounds like you had quite a hectic childhood.”

“Indeed I did. Though, I was always the butt of all their pranks, especially during the harvest season. They would scare me with silly ghost stories, or dress as ghosts and made me run off to papa crying,” you grinned. There was a faint hint of annoyance laced in your voice as you recalled all the horrors your siblings gave to you, all because you were the youngest. “It caused me to both love and hate the harvest season.”

“Well, you have a justifiable reason, and I fully support it. I for one had my moments…” Elrond teased before silence fell over you both, leaving nothing but the sounds of the leaves crunching under your feet. You could tell he wanted to say more, yet he wasn’t sure if to continue and open up that memory box. By now you had grown accustomed to the silence that fell after statements, especially ones that involved childhood days. While he had promising moments with his captors, there were others better to be left unsaid.

Saying nothing, you two continued your walk, listening to the rustling of the leaves and observing the kaleidoscope of rustic colours swirling through the air. There were unkept piles of leaves at the base of a few oak trees, while the rest was scattered across the forest floor. The scent of rain was still fresh in your nose from the rainfall an hour ago, now mixing with fermented fruits and rotting leaves. While the scent should repulse you, instead, you welcomed it with heartiness and nostalgia.

“I know that my childhood wasn’t the best, however, I surely had wonderful moments with my brother, like you with your siblings.” He was the first to break the silence. You came to a halt and turned to face him, hands in your pockets and widened eyes, encouraging him to continue. “It is not often one speaks of such times.”

“It’s alright Elrond, you don’t have to if it makes you feel uncomfortable,” you murmured and reached your hand out to touch his arm gingerly.

He gave a slight shake of his head, a small smile—rare—slowly appeared on his lips while his eyes reflected the past. “Not at all, meleth. I have no intentions of reflecting on those, but rather the fond ones. Like yours…”

“Oh!” you quirked up in surprise. “You have enjoyable moments you wish to share with me from your childhood?”

“Many, in fact, but nothing scandalous—just…the mischief of two boys with far too much time on their hands,” he laughed softly, sounding like gentle silver bells chiming in the wind.

You shifted in your spot, back naturally straightening and eager to hear what he had to say. “You and Elros causing ruckus? That is what you are trying to tell me?”

“Indeed,” he smiled and motioned for you two to continue your walk. You both fell into a routine, your footsteps matching each other. “Elros and I, back when we were fostered by Maedhros and Maglor had our…mischief. In some ways, Maedhros and Maglor were like…fathers to us. But in other ways, they were far too serious for their own good. Especially Maedhros, he rarely smiled, you know. Always carrying that weight of his brothers’ deeds, the oath…everything. But Maglor—he was softer. He tried to make things easier for us, and in return, we chose to repay them in kind. Through pranks, of course.”

“Pranks?” you muttered warily, as if needing clarification for what you were hearing. “You two pranked Maedhros and Maglor?”

“More Maedhros than Maglor, he was always the…stiffer of the two,” he chuckled for his expression became conspiratorial as he leaned in closer, sharing his secret with the world. “It was all Elros’s idea from the start though, I was merely forced to tag along. He found an old cloak—dark, frayed at the edges—and convinced me to wear it while he arranged everything else. We waited until evening when the shadows were long and the light was dim, making the castle look even more eerie than usual.”

As he spoke, you felt the world around you shifting to ancient times as though you were transported to witness the event.

“Maglor was in his study, composing something on the harp,” Elrond continued. “And Maedhros…well, he was doing what he often did, pacing and talking to himself in the hall. Elros and I had set up a few…‘traps,’ you could say. Nothing dangerous, of course, just things that would make noise or cause a bit of a fright.”

“Like?” you asked, thoroughly amused by the thought of such a prank in the usually solemn household.

“Simple things,” he explained with a chuckle. “Elros hung a few items—bells, dried leaves—in places where they wouldn’t be expected. And I...well, I was the ‘ghost.’”

You nearly doubled over at the thought. “You, a ghost?”

“Yes,” Elrond said with mock solemnity, “and a very convincing one, or so we thought at the time.”

“And what happened?” you prompted, your smile widening.

Feeling himself building up laughter at the back of his throat, he tried to suppress it for the sake of telling the story. “It went about as well as you’d expect. Maglor barely reacted. He heard the bells and the rustling, but he just sighed and continued with his music, likely assuming it was the wind. Maedhros, however...stopped in the middle of the hall, his brow furrowed, listening intently. I think for a brief moment, he thought something serious was amiss. But then Elros—bless him—couldn’t keep from giggling. Maedhros turned sharply, and there I was, standing in the shadow of a column, draped in that ridiculous old cloak with my arms waving about, attempting to look scary and making terrible eerie noises.”

At that point, you couldn’t help but double over, slapping your thighs at the image of a tall, regal Maedhros staring down at a much tinier Elrond, dressed as a poor excuse of a ghost. His wide, childlike eyes looked up at Maedhros through the slits of the cloak while he continued to wave his short arms about.

“Maedhros just looked at me, deadpan, and said, ‘Elrond. Take off the cloak.’” Elrond chuckled, shaking his head. “I think he was more disappointed in how bad the prank was than anything.”

“And Elros?”

“He,” Elrond said with a fond smile, “tried to run. But of course, Maedhros caught him before he’d even made it to the end of the hall. He gave us both a rather stern lecture about not wasting time on ‘childish games.’ But Maglor…” He trailed off, his eyes softening. “Maglor was different. He found it all rather amusing. Later that evening, when Maedhros had gone to bed, he gave us both a pat on the head and said, ‘Perhaps you need to work on your pranks or try something different.’”

“So did you two ever try again,” you wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye.

He paused for a moment, tilting his head to the side as he contemplated adding the other failed attempts they had. Exhaling with an airy laughter, he nodded. “Umm, yes we did, but this time, we had Maglor assisting and providing the ideas. He was rather…enthusiastic about watching his brother grumble and mutter about how everyone was turning on him, even his own brother.”

“And what did you two do this time?” you mused as you kicked up a pile of leaves at your feet.

“Well, after that failed attempt, we had placed a bunch of dried leaves under the sheet of Maedhros’s bed, so when he laid down…well, you can image the effects of lying on dried leaves hidden in your sheets. Got a scolding, not before Maglor came to our rescue and took the blame, stating that it was his idea,” he laughed. “Maedhros was fond of his brother teaming up with us.”

“But we later redid our ghost prank, and better—or so we still thought,” he grimaced. “We gathered old sheets and tied them to sticks, hanging them in the hallways to sway in the wind, and even attempted to make them float by pulling them with thin strings. But we hadn’t accounted for Maedhros’ sharp eyes—he spotted every string we tried to use. Making eerie noises turned out to sound more like a dying person wheezing. It startles us more than our target.”

“Naughty children you two were. Giving your guardians a spooky time,” you laughed and shook your head in disbelief. It was still humorous that the Elrond standing beside you was capable of being a prankster and naughty.

“Once again, he had found the entire ordeal absurd but come to think of it, he appreciated our efforts to lighten the mood even if he would never admit it,” he whispered reflectively with distant look on his face.

You reached over to hold his hand, entwining your fingers with his cold ones—a trait due to the lingering mortal blood in his veins—and squeezing them. “It’s good to know that they allowed you both to be children at heart despite the harshness of the world.”

“I was indeed pleased to have experienced some good during those years. Made me look at them a bit differently.” Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. “Thank you for listening. It felt nice to share fond memories with someone dear to me.”

“It was lovely, indeed,” you grinned, your smile reaching your eyes to leave a twinkle. Continuing your walk while the leaves drifted down around you in a gentle cascade, the world seemed to slow. The world seemed to slow, the only sounds the rustling of the trees and the soft murmur of the river below.

After a time, you perked up causing Elrond’s attention to drift from the water to you. “Why don’t team up to prank a few of your Lords? I know Erestor and Glorfindel would be spooked the most, and I could do with a genius like you assisting me.”

“Now why would you believe I would do such a thing at a time like now?” you teased. “Pranking is no longer my motive.”

“I’ll bake you all the pumpkin and apple pies you want. I promise,” you begged, lifting your other hand with your pinkie finger. “Pinkie promise, Elrond. It’ll be harmless and not a soul would know it was you.”

He pondered. You could see his eyes drifting past you as he contemplated and weighed his options of enjoying your desserts in exchange for harmless, childish, pranks. Then, with a heavy sigh, he shook his head with a faint smile playing on his lips. “Very well, a few harmless pranks on Glorfindel. It is the season after all, and I have a fond idea in mind…”

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Loving the Maelstrom

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Perks of marrying a writer. Nelyafinwe pov.

AN: Istg I get the most random ideas while working out.

Curvo bounced the fussing Tyelpe in his arms, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Maitimo sighed for the what felt like the hundredth time that evening. He glanced across the room at you, your face lit by the flickering firelight. A vicious smirk was etched upon your lips, your eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity as you stared into some unseen distance. "She's writing a villainess," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.

The murmur seemed to quench everyone's curiosity, at least momentarily. Except for Tyelkormo, who perked up at the revelation. "A villainess?" he echoed, his eyes wide with fascination. "Is that why Kano's been playing such… ominous tunes lately?" he asked, directing his question towards a very tired-looking Nelyafinwe.

Before Nelyafinwe could muster a reply, Moryo, ever the impatient one, interjected. "Makalaure, for the love of Illuvatar, can we please have a normal tune?" he pleaded, his voice laced with exasperation

Both you and Kano paused for a fleeting second. Your minds snapped into the present world before grinning widely and Kano launched into another melancholy somber tune. This time, accompanied by your booming evil laughter. 

Such perhaps was the fate of loving a writer. He had known it well as Kano’s brother. A songwriter and musician's angst was familiar to Maitimo. And yours was similar yet, so achingly different.

Where Kano’s music seldom bled into his life, your words lingered in a pervasive presence. The angst of separated lovers, fervor of a brewing war, or the grit of a dwindling hero, you were lost in your worlds even before Maitimo met you. 

And when he did meet you, he also met your worlds. Gay, morose, bleak, grand, your worlds were his now. Your character settled into his thoughts. And sometimes, they carried a part of him or his family. Small fragments of your life that bled into your worlds. 

He liked your never-ending ramblings about a crooked character or exceptionally hard-to-write down plot. And he witnessed your fall into the world who possessed your mind and heart. 

Despite the differences in art, you and Kano were inseparable in the creation of art. His tunes often rang out from your and Maitimo’s home as you scribbled away another tale. While Kano’s music was given a direction of melodies from the stories you wove into the tunes he tinkered around with. 

And this was the rare occasion where both you and his brother were taken by a story so bewitching that from the strums of Kano’s harp to the rouge of your lips- all was tainted with a lingering shade of sinister. 

It had been a week since your robes had been swapped for uncanny dark silken gowns, very much not your usual choice of color, your nails were painted a hue darker almost bloodlike. Even the decor of your study had shifted ambiance similar to that of the Maiar of Namo.

On several occasions, Maitimo had seen you stir your dinner with a smile so venomous that he sniffed his food twice before eating it. 

You donned a gait so seductive that he, almost was tempted to discard the weekly family dinner with his parents. Yet, despite the unease that gnawed at him, Maitimo couldn't deny the jolt of excitement that shot through him when your newly painted nails, tipped with a crimson that seemed to mock innocence, brushed against his arm.

“I just hope sister-in-law and Kano are not going down the Mairon route of life.” Curufin’s words brought Maitimo back to the present. 

The dinner had ended surprisingly well. Kano’s company had perhaps allowed you to shed the world that captivated you these days for a few moments. You were back to your normal self smiling by his side. Helping his mother and brothers set up the dinner table as twins climbed all over Maitimo.

It was only later in the night when his breath shuddered. He gasped as your lips ghosted over his ears. Filthy words spoken without a care of the oddly lonely alley on the way back to your home. Words so daringly sacrilegious that they would have sent a Vanya to the halls of Irmo. 

Maitimo however, was nothing if not immune to the intricacies of your play and definitely not a faint-hearted Vanya. Pulling you closer in his arms, he indulged your little world. Tracing the shape of your lips with his fingers, he kissed you with a wicked smile. 

Nelyafinwe loved every part of you. Even the fucking crazy ones. 

(This one definitely more than the angsty lovers)

[batsyforyou]

Little Dove: Part 1

Manwë X FemChild Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little Dove

POV: Manwë

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

He had desperately hoped this evening would go differently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only three?”

“Only three.”

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

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

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

POV: Finrod

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What is it?”

She beamed up at him and bounced on her toes.

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

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

“What cake?”

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

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

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

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

“You promise?” She sniffed.

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

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

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

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

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

“Finnie, you're gonna ruin it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My Prince.” Finrod blinked.

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

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

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

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

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Little Dove: Prologue If the link doesn’t work please let me know!

A/N: Thank you for reading!

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Hope Till Hope Creates

Maedhros x Reader

Preview for a new series im trying to write. It’s kinda like a Stardust inspired story.

A fallen star,

A broken prince,

And a hungry monster,

In a sullen land.

She wasn’t born to a child of Eru Ilúvatar. She was made from the remaining dust and gas that was left over from the creation of Arda, pulled together by the will of a primordial being. She was created to shine, brightly and beautifully for beings she never thought she would meet. She had no true life, no star did. They lived, but not truly not like the children, or even the dwarves. They had no free will and their only thoughts were of light. Stars are like a fire without wood or coal. They’re pretty to look at, but with nothing to change into ashes, they had no substance. So Imagine the surprise that awoke within a shining gold star when she started to fall, and so the being who was meant to think of nothing else but to radiate light started to think of other things.

Stars cannot fall! Stars can NOT fall because we are meant to shine. You are not falling because you shinning. If you are shinning you are not falling!

Another shocking surprise hit her pretty little head when she opened her eyes to find her fears reaffirmed. She was falling and shinning. She could see it with her own eyes, but she had never had eyes before so how could she know if what she saw was true?

Her question was answered quite quickly and painfully considering she hit the ground with enough force to cause the earth to shake. 

She tried to get up, but she’d never had legs before so they did not obey her commands and instead they decided to just wobbled about. She couldn't get up, but she could feel the earth between her toes and the wind against her skin. She felt alive truly alive. She could hear the winds sing, she should feel the earth’s warmth, and she could see the light of her sisters shinning down onto her and for a moment she was so caught up in the bliss of having a body that she forgot she was in pain. And as she’d never been in pain before it quickly overcame her and she fell into a deep slumber. 

All the sons of Feanor saw was a star fly across the sky and land somewhere in the vast hills of Himring. They felt the ground shake and saw the night sky be flooded in light. For hours the light that radiated from the point of impact dimmed and waned, but by the time the sons of Feanor had gotten to the source of the light they were shocked to find a naked girl in a creator the size of lake.

When they decided to come out in search of source of the light they had hoped to find nothing more than an unusually bright and long lived fire, but here they were trying to make their way to the bottom of a creator trying to save a damsel. 

[reader-rabbit]

Mobile Masterlist!

A masterlist of my writing for mobile (finally) because I figured out how to do it!

THE HOBBIT

Fili

An Even Fifteen (Fili x reader) A completed, almost book-length fanfiction posted in chapters.

Sunlight (Fili x reader) The reader makes a startling discovery while traveling with the Company.

Fili and Kili

Picnic for Three (no pairing specifically) request for Fili and Kili comforting reader after breakup.

Kili

A Little Laughter (Kili x reader)Kili finds the reader after a long day in the kitchens.

Gallant Prince (Kili x reader) Reader hasn’t been sleeping well, and Prince Kili notices, wanting to know why.

Storm Game (Kili x reader) Kili finds out that the reader is afraid of storms.

The Best Audience (Kili x dwarf!reader) The reader performs for the Durins, and has a particularly enthusiastic audience in Prince Kili.

Not a Joke (Kili x reader) The reader finds a pond and takes Kili along to guard her bath.

Love and Child’s Play (Kili x reader) After the Battle of the Five Armies, recovering Prince Kili discovers the reader’s blanket fort.

Fleeting Memory (Kili x reader) The reader awakes in the wilderness with no memory in the midst of Thorin Oakenshield’s company.

Thorin Oakenshield

Bedhead (Thorin x reader) drabble/one-shot inspired by “imagine your hair and Thorin’s hair getting tangled”

Problem Solving (Thorin x reader) sequel to “Bedhead”, inspired by “imagine cutting your hair and one of the company being disappointed because he wanted you to wear his courting braid"

A Few Burned Biscuits (Thorin x reader) After a rough week on the road, the reader and Thorin have a little chat under the stars.

Contrary Durins (Thorin x reader) Fili and Kili have been fighting over you since the journey began, and Thorin’s had just about enough of their nonsense.

Home (Thorin x reader) Thorin has requested a portrait of you, mistakenly assuming you mean to leave Erebor.

Nothing Halfway (Thorin x reader) You decide to play a good-natured prank on Thorin.

Broken (Thorin x reader) With Thorin deep in the throes of dragon sickness, the reader decides to try one last time to reach her beloved king.

Mended (Thorin x reader) The sequel to “Broken”, after the Battle of the Five Armies, Thorin recovers, but the reader is not ready to face him again.

Songbird (Thorin x reader) The sequel to “Silence”, You adjust to life with Thorin’s Company, and find yourself drawn to its charismatic leader.

Hope (Thorin x reader) You and Thorin found love in Middle Earth, but reality looms.

Ori

Little Thief (Ori x reader) The hobbit!reader’s clothes have been going missing, and she’s determined to find the thief.

Bilbo Baggins

Close the Distance (Bilbo x reader) Bilbo and the hobbit!reader are at a party in the Shire, and he’s been staring longingly at you without a word.

Dwalin

Something Sweet (Dwalin x reader) Dwalin helps his wife, the reader, bake cookies.

The Company

Silence (Company (w/ some Thorin) x reader) After being dropped in Middle Earth, it takes a while for you to find your voice again.

Otherworldly Customs (Company and reader) The company is very confused by the reader’s mention of a certain hygiene custom from her world.

From One King to Another (Company and reader) You wake up in Middle Earth and are captured by goblins, but freed by an unlikely group of dwarves.

Thranduil

Stubborn (Thranduil x reader) The dwarves arrive in Mirkwood, and the elf!reader has to moderate Thranduil’s vehement reactions.

LORD OF THE RINGS

Aragorn

Of Little Matter (Aragorn x reader) Reader isn’t too keen about riding the very tall Hasufel, but Aragorn may have a solution.

Legolas

Tough Day (Legolas x reader) Legolas has had a long day and wants to cuddle

Miscellaneous

Familiar (no pairing) After being plopped in Middle Earth, you join The Fellowship and find that the evil creatures fear your presence.

THE SILMARILLION

The Valar

Seafoam Aesthetic by @fahrradmir with links to the parts of the story (It’s so gorgeous!!!!!)

Seafoam: Part One (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo hears a new song from the shores of the ocean of Arda, and finds an enchanting Reader to be the source.

Seafoam: Part Two (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo has left the reader with some unanswered questions.

Seafoam: Part Three (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo reveals his true nature to the reader.

Seafoam: Part Four (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo begins the process of ensuring he never has to leave the reader again.

Seafoam: Part Five (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo wants to propose to the reader.

The Call of the Sea (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo brings the reader a gift. (Not part of the Seafoam series)

Too Late (Aule x reader) Aulë realizes too late his love for the reader.

Feanorians

A Clumsy Brother (No pairing) Maedhros is back from Thangodrim, and needs some sibling silliness to recover from the ordeal.

MARVEL’S AVENGERS

Thor

Natural Disaster (no pairing) After Avengers: Age of Ultron and the destruction in Sokovia, Thor wants to know what insurance is.

Tony Stark

Sisterly Love (Tony x Sister!reader) Tony Stark’s younger sister decides it’s time for a visit when things go downhill for her big bro.

ACOTAR SERIES

In His Dreams (Rhys x Feyre) Rhysand is having a hard time dealing with Feyre’s absence, so she comforts him with a dream.

BBC SHERLOCK

Sherlock

Out of Patience (Sherlock x reader) The reader expresses their feelings for Sherlock, and he does not react well.

[lamemaster]

The Glorious One

Request: Hi. I was wondering if you could write a fic, where Maedhros comes back from Angband and finds the female elf reader with a child and assumes she had given up on him and moved on. He decides to stay away from her life. The reader comes to him with their son, but he keeps his distance and still believes he ( son ) is someone else's son. Their son decides to participate in the war. Only for him to find out that the boy is his, after his death in the war. The reader and Maedhros had a heartfelt moment in the end.I hope you can understand this and it doesn't sound too confusing and complicated.

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Genre: Angst (caution- 100% concentrated angst)

Word Count: 3k

AN: Thanks for the request I loved writing it. Also, Baldur has been a long-time OC of mine so lmk if you would like to know more about it.

Part 2

The peaceful shores of Nevrast offer little comfort to your heart. The unease that hasn’t left you for the past months has followed you there.Yet, you wander these shores looking for the last hope. Your only hope.

Turgon had become your last resort. It was nearly a year since Maedhros’ capture and you were close to exhausting your options. The only remaining option now seemed to be Turgon. 

Related to you by your aunt Anaire, your mother’s sister, you believed Turgon to be the only one who could help you find Maedhros. You had begged Maglor and pleaded to an unrelenting Celegorm. You tried everyone but none answered.

But now that you find yourself closer to Turgon’s averting eyes, where lingers no love for his once half-cousin, you wonder if it were to be you. You would have left long ago, had there not been kicking signs of life in your belly. Yours and Maedhros’ child. 

You found it no later than when you first received the news of your beloved’s ambush. And now it became the only tether that kept you away from Maedhros. Maybe you had expected him to be back, for someone to care for him, for anyone of his extensive kin to go look for him. 

You desired for him to be here for the news. You wanted him to witness your growing belly or be there for the mornings of your sickness. You never talked about having children of your own but you knew how much it would have pleased Maedhros. How much he would love his child. 

So, by the quiet shores of the Nevrast, you wait for a time when you will be able to go look for your Nelyo. When you would be able to reunite the father of your child with them. 

The pains of your labor pass in the halls of Turgon. The day that you wished to spend by Maedhros is spent alone in pain. It seems unending and there is no one to hold your hand as your body tears itself. But that too passes away when you hear his first cries. 

Baldur, your son enters the world with shrill cries that drown yours. And just like this hope springs back into your life. He has come and Maedhros would as well. 

It is that day you start counting the time that you would be allowed to go look for Maedhros. One day when your son would be old enough to be by himself and you could bring Maedhros back. 

You spend years raising Baldur, who inherits your hair but glimpses of Maedhros reflect from his face. Cherishing every moment of his little life. Writing every passing moment down for when you will meet Maedhros.

So, it comes as a surprise when you hear the news of Maedhros’s return. Fingon rescued him from the cliffs of the Thangodrim. Holding your son Baldur’s little hand you make your way to Hirming. And on your way, you tell your son all of his father’s tales, his valor, his speech, his kindness, everything you remember your Maedhros as.

What greets you in Hirming is not a warm welcome…you did not expect that but a sense of hostility fills the air. Something that you did not expect to encounter. Not on the occasion of Maedhros’s return.

In your arms, Baldur excitedly whispers the name of each of his uncles. At least he tries to from whatever he can remember. Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curfin, Amrod, Amras, you have told him of all his uncles. Every single one of the big family he belongs to, even the ones separated by the sea.

“I must meet Maedhros,” you ask of Maglor who stops you outside of Maedhros’ door. Despite burying his head in your shoulder you can feel Baldur’s curiosity towards his uncles. The merry swing of his legs betray his excitement but your son has promised for Maedhros, his father to be the first one to be the one who he looks at. So, your darling waits with the patience of the most obedient elfling. 

You, however, unlike Baldur face the disdain on Maglor’s face who does not budge from the door. “Brother is unwell,” your heart drops at his words but Maglor continues, “Please leave.” Curt words grate on your nerves. There lingers a dangerous edge of Feanorian rage hidden in your brother-in-law’s voice. 

A dreadful sorrow fills your entire being as you re-adjust Baldur in your arms. 

“You don’t unde-”

“I understand well enough and so does Maitimo. We have all honored your wish to choose another so leave. Do not burden my brother with any more grief. Do not make him witness your child with another,” words that leave Maglor’s mouth leave you numb. 

“I would not…you know that Laure,” you try to explain to the ellon who does not believe anything that leaves your mouth. 

“My brother has honored you enough to offer you a home in Hirming but nothing more. So honor him in return and stay away.” Yet your mind focuses only on the slight wetness on your shoulder. Your son’s tears dampen your gown. Little hands that clutch your fabric close in a fist. How could he, who you shielded from every hurt, how could he be bared to such cruelty?

Your truth and your son’s truth go unheard. And you let it be for the prince you once knew to be your husband. The one who escapes your every sight. 

Maybe it is your last favor to him. A mercy of sparing him of the bond he seems to deny so vehemently. You do not burden him, who has suffered enough. 

 Concealed behind the thick curtains of his room, Maedhros observes you leave. His heart drowning in what seems the most painful of hurts. Moments ago, what had been his unconcealed joy now turns into despair.

He had felt the familiar flutter of his heartbeat your voice albeit strained but it had been your voice. The one he had craved for years of his capture. The voice of love from Valinor, the voice who stood by even in the hour of their dreadful doom. Your voice.

But the reality of the present comes crashing down. His brothers had told him of your choice. Your binding to another who lived in Nevrast. And despite all that happened, despite your betrayal, Maedhros could not blame you. It was for better that you remained away from the Maedhros of middle earth. It was better that for you he will always be the Nelyafinwe of Aman. Unscared ellon you loved. Not the broken husk he had become. And maybe just the act of your care of coming to visit him was enough. It was enough for Maedhros. He could not ask more of you.

He watches you leave his tower, it is then that he notices the mass on your shoulder, and his heart skips a beat. Resting on your shoulder is a mop of hair similar to yours. A tiny squished face and dazed slightly reddened eyes of an elfling. Your son. Yours and someone else’s, who wasn’t him, who he could never be.

Years later as Maedhros walks the paths of his celebrating soldiers, he for the first time feels the thrum of joy run through his veins. Dagor Aglareb, the glorious battle had been glorious indeed. A win against the dark lord.

The air feels fresher and the walls of Hirming more welcoming than they ever did. Maybe there was hope for them. With a thousand future plans forming in the eldest Feanorian’s brain, the victorious battalion made their way to the fortress. 

Yet, despite the joy that fills the party, the first night of the return is mellow. It is spent to honor the ones lost for the cause. There is a small number of them but that makes it even more important to honor those who took the fall for the cause of this world.

Heroes in their own right. It is members of a small segment led following an onslaught of a chunk of the orc army. Numbers smaller than the ones surviving. It is what most would call not a heavy loss. 

Carrying the list of departed, Maedhros spends the night comforting the families. He sits next to grieving wives and lamenting daughters. He does that earnestly. Their tears become his and their burden his. But he does not stop.

So, the world falls silent when his steps land him in front of your door. The one he has ignored for so long. And Maedhros’ heart thunders and an ominous feeling haunts him, leaving goosebumps lining his arms.

Baldur, Captain of the guard. Died following a party of orcs. The words written on his list haunt him. The handle to your door is cold. There is a solitary chill that creeps through the wooden door. 

Pushing open the door, Maedhros pauses as he takes in the scene in front of him. The entire room lies in disarray and in the middle of the broken glass pieces, a sea of cloaks, coats, pieces of paper, are seated you. 

With your hair undone, your hands bleeding onto the floor as pieces of glass dig deep into your skin. Maedhros finds you. Your face is full of blood, for a fleeting moment it alarms Maedhros only for you to smear it further as you wipe your tears.

“Baldur,” your voice is a whisper as your hug a cloak close to you. “Baldur,” you repeat and Maedhros notices how hoarse your voice is. He steps closer but you do not notice him.

“I am sorry for your loss,” formal words feel awkward on his tongue. “He was a great soldier. A captain worthy of his title,” Maedhros strings sentiments that do not come easy to him. He tries to imagine the captain he cannot remember. A distant face, he had not known to be your son. “Your son’s body is retrieved. You may ask his father-”

“His father will not come,” you interrupt him. Your voice so distant. Maedhros aches to hold you. Even through this, a sense of rage fills him. The unfairness of the ellon who left you to bear this alone. “Why not?” Maedhros questions back. 

“He does not know of his son. His father never knew how much his son cherished him. How much that child wished to be with him.” a cold seeping fear fills Maedhros. But he does not stop his next question. He cannot stop himself from asking you, “Who is it?” In some sense, he knows the answer.

You do not answer him. But Maedhros does not need words to know. He gingerly picks up one of the papers littered around you. It is written in a handwriting he has never seen but it feels hauntingly familiar nonetheless. 

Silence hangs heavy between you, the unspoken truths and the untold years of longing stretching out in the space. The ache in his chest grows unbearable as he takes in the sight of you, battered by grief and loss. His voice trembles as he finally speaks the words that have been lodged in his throat for far too long.

"I am sorry," he whispers, his voice laced with regret and a pang of profound sadness. “I am sorry,” he repeats as his soul seems to be ripping itself.

Dearest Father,

The day I meet you, I shall immediately demand my Ataresse. You must name with pride. Every day I work hard for that day. For that fated day when you will recognize me as your son. I know it will come and how proud you will be of me. I will work hard for it.

I wonder about you a lot. All of you. I have heard your tales from Mother, from your soldiers who seem to admire and respect you more than the Valar themselves. Father, your strength, your kindness, your valor, I admire them all. I hope that I too can become likes of you one day.

Your empathy for trying to save the boats, your humility in passing the crown to grand uncle Nolofinwe, your strength in remaining unyielding to the enemy. I love them all. Mother tells me that I am as tall as you and that I speak just like you. You must tell me if that is true when we meet.

My mother loves you intensely. She speaks of you with such fondness that even I cannot help but be endeared to you, who I have never met. I too wish to find to love like that once in my lifetime. But I shall only do that once I unite you and Mother.

And when that happens I will meet all my uncles and ask them more about you and them. I am writing this letter as I wait for the Hirming guard to respond back to my recruitment. I hope this step brings me closer to you. 

Until then father, I will pray that you will love me. 

With all my love,

Baldur

Dearest Father,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. It has been some time since I last wrote to you, and there are many things I wish to share with you.

I have recently been appointed as a squire to one of the knights of Hirming. It is a great honor, and I am learning a great deal from him. He speaks highly of your prowess in battle and your strategic brilliance. I strive to emulate your skills and make you proud.

Mother often tells me stories of your adventures and the battles you fought. She speaks of your unwavering courage and unwavering loyalty to your kin. I am in awe of your bravery, and I long to be a warrior like you.

Father, I have been practicing my archery skills diligently. I can now hit the target from greater distances, and I am improving my accuracy. I hope that one day, I will be as skilled as you were with a bow and arrow. I know you would be pleased to see my progress.

Sometimes, I sit beneath the stars and imagine what it would be like to have you by my side. To learn directly from you, to hear your words of wisdom, and to feel the strength of your embrace. I yearn for that day, Father, when we can be together as father and son.

I often wonder if you think of me, if you know of my existence. I hope that one day, you will hear of my achievements and be proud of the son you have. I dream of the moment when we will finally meet, when I can look into your eyes and see the love that only a father can give.

Until that day comes, Father, I will continue to train and strive to be the best version of myself. I will carry your name and your legacy with honor. I will make sure that the world knows of the great Maedhros and the love he has for his son.

With all my love and longing,

Baldur

Dearest Father,

Guess what?! Something amazing has happened! I can hardly contain my excitement as I write this letter to you!

I am thrilled to share with you that I have been chosen as the Captain of the Guard in Hirming! Can you believe it? I get to lead a whole group of brave warriors and protect our people. It's like a dream come true! I'm walking on air, Father!

Every day, I put on my shiny armor and hold my head high, just like you would. I feel so important and strong, just like the great Tulkas himself! Everyone looks up to me, and I make sure to lead with courage and honor, just like you taught me through Mother's stories.

Oh, Father, I can't help but imagine the day when I will finally meet you face to face. I'll run up to you, all covered in armor, and say, "Father, it's me, Baldur, your son!" And we'll hug and laugh and talk about all the adventures we'll have together.

I'm training harder than ever, Father. I want to be strong and skilled, just like you. Every swing of the sword, every strategic move, brings me closer to you. I can almost feel your presence guiding me, cheering me on. I'll make you proud, Father, I promise!

I have so many questions to ask you when we finally meet. I want to hear about all your epic battles, your wise words, and the lessons you've learned. And I can't wait to share my own stories with you too! We'll have the grandest adventures together, just you and me.

Until that magical day arrives, Father, know that I carry you in my heart always. Your spirit fuels my determination and gives me the courage to face any challenge. I'm counting down the days until we can be together, to laugh, to fight, and to create memories that will last a lifetime.

With overflowing excitement and love,

Your enthusiastic son, Baldur

Cheers of victory fill the empty field where Baldur lies. A smile creeps on his face. They made it. They had won. His father won. 

The sword that impales him seems to pin him to the ground but Baldur cannot care. Even as shreds of his soul are ripped from his body, the ellon is full of pride. 

The world blurs as his breaths come uneven and maybe he is indeed lost in a trance when he sees a blurry outline come walking towards him. He squints his eyes but it is hard to distinguish the battered armor that seems to be heading his way.

“Father,” he calls but no one replies.

Alcarinque, Maedhros names his son. The glorious one, who died in the glorious battle.