#maglor x reader x celegorm

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The Intoxication of Pleasure

Maglor x reader x Celegorm

A/N: A very happy birthday to my best chaotic girlie who shares a single braincell with me @someoneinthestars!! I hope you enjoy what my brain cells have put together for you!! Luv yah!! I've been impatiently waiting for more than 2 months to post this :)

Warnings: fem!reader, threesome, dom–sub dynamics, double penetration, fingering (vaginal and anal), cunnilingus, slight rimming, anal and vaginal penetration, sub!reader, soft dom!Maglor, rough dom!Celegorm, doggystyle, impact play (spanking), body-worshipping, praising, pet names (princess, kitten, vixen, sweetheart), titty sucking, overstimulation, mirror kink, jealousy, unrealistic sex, voyuerism and exhibitionism, mention of reader being a recently deflower

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Synopsis: You find yourself caught between the bedsheets in a spontaneous rendezvous with two desirable Noldorin Princes.

“Easy princess, deep breaths…atta girl. You’re doing so well for me.” His voice was more compelling and intoxicating than you last recalled. No, that was a lie; his voice always made you drunk and left you stumbling about the place, lost out of your mind. It stripped you bare and laid you on a table before him like some sacrificial offering—not that you minded. Or perhaps, you did mind. When other maidens flocked to the Noldorin prince like the dangerously, beautiful devil he was, and he returned all their attention, how could you compete? You had nothing to compare, not even a candle to their flame, and yet through the miracle of the unspoken prayer, you found yourself basking in ultimate pleasure.

Riddled by the toxicity of his fingers as they searched for your sweet spot, desperate to listen to the endless chorus of your moans to which he devoured, they crooked and twisted devilishly. His lips gave your neck kisses, planting a litter of purple artwork as he trailed up and down, relishing in the vibrations and echoes in each chord he struck. So easily with a curl of his middle finger, he brushed your sweet spot and relinquished a relieving sigh from your lips. Without hesitation, his saccharine lips, dripping with honey fell upon yours to suck the melody out.

A prince as highly esteemed and noble as he would place his lips upon those of a nobody. A nobody who could not even look at themselves in the mirror. What did he see in you, surely not your beauty?

“You’re thinking too much My Lady—I can see the tension in your face…” His whisper trailed off as he leaned forward to carry his lips away from yours and kiss the centre of your brow. “Relax, tonight is all about you.”

You hadn’t the courage to reply, you still didn’t know how you responded the first time he offered to take you to bed. Did you nod, squeak, moan, bark, howl? For a guaranteed fact, your words were not used—so you believed. Nevertheless, whichever response you gave, it allowed you to lie bare beside the completely garmented Prince with his fingers buried deeply within your cunt, searching for the treasure you locked away. His touches were fleeting, everywhere all at once, and leaving your skin on fire. Goosebumps rose with each touch and ghosting of his breath.

“M-My P-…Prince…ah!” you gasped as your words were cut off from the skilful act of having your chords struck. A whine followed along with your hands curling into his shirt and popping a few buttons off. His skills were phenomenal to pull such an easy reaction out of you—now you understood why he was the greatest harpist of all time. Brushing his lips against your cheek, his lashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings against your skin. His breathing was ghosting your skin and leaving goosebumps scattered everywhere. It didn’t matter the direction he came from or the strategy he used; you were putty in his hands.

“Ah, ah, ah. Maglor darling, it is Maglor,” he sighed, “if I’m taking a beautiful maiden like yourself to bed, we might as well become comfortable…because you will be moaning it later.”

There it was again. The undeniable, attractiveness of his voice and charisma. Every syllable that rolled off his tongue was perfection sucking you in like quicksand. Somewhere out in the desert he found and brought you into his mirage, treating you like a desert rose. The only difference was his mirage being perceptible.

Shutting your eyes because the sensation was too much, far less the intensity of his baby-blue eyes locked on your features, you tossed your head into his collarbones. Your position in his eyes appeared discomforting, leading him to hook your right leg over his left hip. Lying side by side and facing each other while his finger languorously thrust in and out your cunt, it was easier for him to pepper your face with more kisses and fill your mind with praises. Maglor was observant enough to distinguish the difference between a confident and unconfident woman. If you were bedding him, he wanted you to hold your head high as he took you into a field of pleasure.

Show him proudly that his pleasure was satisfying for a woman of your calibre. Show him his ability to make the intangible matter as much as the tangible. Prove to him that you value yourself above all others and praise your beauty as being the reason he was captivated to lust after you, a desert rose. Your delicacy and elegance despite your lack of experience was all too enthralling to not have you to himself—an admittance he would soon come to grumble over.

Pulling his two fingers out, listening to your whines and chuckling lowly, they danced around your entrance. A third finger had joined the mix and dipped in and out your entrance to secrete itself in your arousal; if you were going to take him, minimal pain to make the excitement pleasurable. Maglor refused to indulge in the inexperienced business of re-entering a recently deflowered lady. You were still sensitive to touch and pleasure, delicacy must be ensured. “Can you take a deep breath for me princess—just breath in…breath out…”

Following his words, hooked on every syllable like it was ambrosia, your breathing stilled before your chest heaved slowly to inhale and then exhale. The moment your body relaxed, there was the breaching of his fingers with the addition of tightness. The slight discomfort you first faced when he used two fingers returned as he used three. Somewhere in the distance while you focused on clenching and unclenching around his digits, Maglor was moaning and gasping under his breath at the awaiting tightness he would soon experience.

“You’re going so good for me, love,” he praised once again.

Your replies were broken moans and mewl the more his finger slunk further along your gummy walls. You felt stuffed from just his fingers; you knew he was more than those fingers judging from the bulge you felt earlier. Once all three digits were nestled nicely within your cunt, they flexed and crooked immediately to attack your sweet spot, not bothering to thrust or twist, competently. Maglor knew from the sheer pressure building up as your pleasure increased, that it wouldn’t take long for you to achieve the high he sought from the start.

The painfully digging of your nails as they switched from the front of his shirt to his biceps, curled and dug into his skin leaving moon crescents. At this point, he had no care for what happened to his garments—you could tear them apart for all he cared—they no longer mattered. You were the prize, the target, the treasure he sorted and lusted after; to have you he shall.

Continuing the arching of his fingers, his thumb stretched upwards and rested casually on your clit to rub lazy circles. It was the response he expected, your legs became incapacitated and spasmed around his slender waistline. Your body was torn between wanting to run away or stay bound to the pleasure, and Maglor was pleasantly gracious to assist you with a complex decision when his right hand snaked around your back and locked you in place. A heavenly sight you were the more you convulsed and moaned breathlessly in his arms. You clung to him like a leech the more his fingers abused your sweet spot.

“Just like that sweetheart…just like that. You’re almost there,” he cooed as he pressed his lips to your forehead, “come now my flower, cum for me.”

His words were a compulsive drug for within the moment they left his lips, your body reacted instantaneously. Clenching around his fingers and placing them within a vice grip, it felt like your walls were attempting to mould themselves and take their shape—an interesting act your body displayed. Your mind might have been foggy and attempting to unscramble the reason why a beautiful Prince would desire you, but your cunt was blatantly giving hearts and hugs as though it already knew why. Consider yourself slow or uncertain to believe that the Prince found you attractive.

Vibrating in his arms as your dams broke and coils snapped, tears sprung from your eyes. The little droplets of saline rolled down your cheek and dampened the collar of Maglor’s shirt, adding to the endless drool that soaked the material—not that he didn’t mind. “Shush, it’s alright darling, it’s alright. Just take a deep breath and breathe…”

Lifting your head out the crevice of his neck, you stared at him through your blurry eyes and sniffled. You never had the pleasure of experiencing an orgasm, be it solo or with a helping hand, and it was orgasmic. The slight shivers of your body were slowly fading, leaving behind random jolts to attack your senses. It didn’t help when Maglor nudged his head against yours to meet his devilish eyes before the feeling of a pair of lips colliding against yours. He was sending you into another bliss when his tongue slipped past your lips after the gentle nibbling of his teeth on your lower lip. You had no experience kissing the linguistically famed artist, even if though you engaged with him minutes earlier, no progress was made.

The left hand that was wedged between your thighs withdrew, smearing your arousal on your skin as it travelled upwards to grip your jaw and keep your steady. It felt like fire and ice blazing your skin at the same time. The thought of him smearing your arousal across your skin would have been a revolting act but caught up in the rapture of sweet passion, it turned you on more—much to your self-esteem. Your arousal flowed the more you locked lips and tongue and thought about his decorating you like his favourite artwork. It wasn’t often, or never, someone loved the image of your silhouette. You were caught in trepidation, resisting the urge to gag at the revelation of the Prince truly wanting to savour your temple.

Wanting to deepen the kiss, Maglor pushed against the tides and rolled you onto your back, hovering above. Knees between your legs, he pushed aside his robes to give you more samples of what was to come. He rubbed his bulge against your aching core, snickering at the high-pitched whines that escaped your lips and the frantic spasming of your legs. The sensation was too much, it was overstimulating, not that he cared. He was greedy and drowning in lust.

“You sound so beautiful when you sing like that.” He pulled away to kiss your neck. “I love the sounds you make for me.” Another was placed under your earlobe before his lips dragged lower to attach themselves at the junction. A vividly bright flower was left for the world to see and know he claimed you as his.

Squirming under him, your hips wiggled and rocked against his erection as the pleasure grew substantially. “Ma-…Maglor, fuck! Please, please…more,” you begged and tossed your head backwards.

At first, he hummed at your request before breaking into a chuckle. Feeling a sense of pride whelming in his chest, he leaned closer to whisper into your skin, “You want me to give you more princess? Is it that good?”

“It would be if you stopped teasing her so damn much and give her what she desired. I’ll tell you what, you really are the worst when it comes to teasing people Káno.”

Your body froze at the intrusion of another invading your privacy while Maglor visibly sagged, annoyed. Clinging to the prince and attempting to shuffle your body to hide from the scrutinising eyes of the dangerously seductive silver-haired male who came to stand to your right, you cowered. Above you, Maglor did nothing as he rolled his eyes and heaved at his peace being interrupted. Once he noticed your discomfort, he rolled over to your right and hid you from his brother. His right hand pressed you into his chest while you shrunk your body to hide the rest.

A round of boisterous laughter ricocheted off the walls. The prince was amused by your actions; you were still unconscious of your femme fatal prowess. He spent a solid five minutes observing the shyness in your motions and voice; his brother was doing one hell of a poor job at making you feel like the Goddess he would worship you as.  

Keeping his eyes on you, Maglor brushed a lock of hair out of your face and offered a sympathetic smile. “Have you no manners to knock, Tyelko?”

“Oh, I did háno, but her moans were clearly drowning your hearing abilities. I must say,” he hummed, then kissed his teeth, “she sounds delightful. Like a Goddess worthy of being worshipped.”

As the words left his lips, Maglor felt you sigh at the indirect praise before he tensed and cast his brother a side–eye. The glint in his eyes glowed under the luminescence of the fireplace as he was locked in a heated battle of determining his brother’s genuine intentions. No interruptions were done within purpose, especially ones like this. To make matters more trivial, of all the brothers, Maglor was the last person Tyelko would intercept given their…differences. Whatever the reason was, it had to be noteworthy.

“State your purpose,” he demanded, casting his head to give his full attention.

No response came—no verbal response. A hungry grin was returned with eyes roaming your lithe figure hidden from his lustful gaze. Maglor wasn’t the only person who was enthralled by you all night; two Feanorians you managed to capture and wrap around your dainty fingers; you were indeed a spectacle. Tyelko’s response was enough to drive Maglor off the edge in a spiral into fury. In return, Tyelko was faced with a harsh glare that would have seen shivers up his spine if the moment was…momentous.

“We do not require the presence of an unwanted guest. Leave!”

Finding his brother’s response more of a catalyst to jest than feeling threatened, Tyelko refused to leave. He remained tall and straight with his arms folded behind his back and head high. His green and brown robes, edged with golden embellishments rested seamlessly against his body and only shifted to the tune of his movements. His forest-green eyes glimmered and darkened.

“Oh, come now háno. It was no jest, nor my intention to make your skills appear inconsequential to mine. Consider it a…gift, to the lovely young, innocent lady in your arms. Why experience one when she can have two…for the first time? She deserves to be adulated in many ways; we can give that to her. What do you say?”

There was no mistaking his words as an act of compulsion, getting under your skin and kissing every inch of your body, and leaving you craving for more. Your insides clenched and tingled as his honey-like words lingered in the air, and butterflies pooled in the pit of your abdomen. Two Feanorian princes desired me.

“I don’t—”

“Not you háno, the little Goddess wrapped up like a present in your arms. What do you say to the proposal kitten?”

Stunned by the abrupt confrontation between both brothers, you felt as though you were intruding on something personal for a moment. The tension had risen, too dense to be cut with anything, and the sexual tension was following. Peeking your eyes over Maglor’s right shoulder, you caught the ravenous eyes of the predator eyeing you like a prize. It placed you in a chokehold. If he could growl and snarl to prove his dominance at this moment, he would; only his brother prevented the animalistic behaviour. His eyes were beckoning you to choose the answer your self-esteem would never allow.

Parting your lips to reply, you breathed and stared. You could sense Maglor’s stare on your face, reading and perceiving your micro-expressions; in combination with his brother’s stare, your arousal was increasing. The act of Tyelko pulling his lips back to reveal his pearly whites told you that he was aware. Nevertheless, you were unable to formulate a response.

“Still hesitant about why we would take you to bed? Oh, oh, kitten! We would never take a nobody to bed. Only a woman of your calibre and magnificence would catch our eyes; a sanctuary deserving of being praised.” Using the opportunity provided, he stepped forward and held his hand out for you to take, ignoring that darkened glare Maglor threw. “Why don’t you let me show you something. Don’t worry, I’m not stealing you away.”

Switching stares between his hand and Maglor’s face, you didn’t want to make a decision to upset the older, but you didn’t want to pass up an opportunity. With hesitation in your movements, once there was no one to prohibit you, your hand reached out to rest in his. Gentle were his actions as he pried you off the bed and guided you to stand before the body-length mirror.

Your eyes were anywhere but the mirror as they roamed behind to glance at Maglor who silently sat against the bedhead with his arms behind his head and lips pressed tightly. It was another hand that cupped your face and focused your attention on the image of you standing bare before the mirror. Tyelko’s towering figure stood ominously with gestures of the unknown. His famished gaze that roamed your body prompted your hands to cover up your erogenous zones, however, he was quicker. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, princess,” he whispered and dipped his head in the crook of your neck to land an unexpected kiss. “Don’t cover up your beauty.”

“Y-Your Highness…ngghh.” His actions made your words fall short once his tongue peaked past his lips and licked a bold stripe up your neck. Stopping behind your earlobe, his teeth came down to bite your flesh followed by his tongue licking the area to soothe the sting. His hands first started at your thighs, roaming the area and rubbing your skin with his calloused palms. It was a foreign sensation compared to Maglor’s softer skin, but nonetheless, enjoyable.

“I find it insulting that you allowed my dear brother a sample of your honey and not me. Say, sweetheart, will you give me a taste?” His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your entire body. Your eyes shut and your head tossed backwards to rest against his shoulder, giving him access to your neck. You weren’t sure what he was exactly asking for, but you were happy to oblige if he continued with his actions. They were equally addicting as his passive brother who sat like a mannequin on the bed.

Breathing laboriously, you nodded, allowing his hands to continue exploring your body. It wasn’t impossible to distinguish what his question meant when his enormous hands parted your legs and pushed you into his body. They roamed the inner of your legs, dancing torturously close to where you would kill to have him. “Open your eyes kitten, look at how beautiful you appear as I undo you,” he ordered. Even his patience was dwindling when the bulge in his leggings was aching at the sight of your glistened folds.

Finding it impractical to look at yourself being touched, you shook your head and looked at the ceiling. From the corner of your eyes, you noticed his silver hair shifting out of the way to reveal his domineering glare. “I’m not asking. I said look!” he demanded.

It was only natural that your body obeyed his wishes and locked eyes with your hazy, fucked out state. Your eyes roamed the mirror and landed on his hands running up and down your body, cupping and squeezing your breast before tweaking your nipples. While he did so, his hips casually grounded against your ass to ease the ache. A fire had engulfed your body as the mixture of his mouth and hands set you ablaze. His movements were aggressive, you could hear the guttural groans escaping his throat the more he groped your body.

Along the line, his fingers brushed lightly against your fold, occasionally parting them to slip into your entrance and collect your arousal. You found it impossible, now that the sight before you was hypnotic, to look away from his hand motion. There was a moment when the air became still, and all other movement ceased as his middle finger dipped in your folds and then brought to his lips for a taste. Your breathing froze as you marvelled at the action. That’s what he meant.

His vibrations passed through your chest as he hummed in delight at your taste. As a reward, his hand tilted your head to meet his lips in a vigorous kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. It was slightly salty, not too sweet, not too tangy, manageable.

“Only a Goddess could taste so divine, and I desire more—”

His words were hurried and broken, not able to spit the rest of his sentence out as he pressed you against the cold glass and dropped to his knees. You couldn’t move out of the constrictive hold he had on your waist or from the way your breasts were squished against the mirror. All you felt was the parting of your cheeks and a hot tongue against your cunt. A series of unidentifiable squeals and gasps left your lips at the crude act but turned into a deep inhale when his tongue travelled further south. He was shamelessly eating you out from behind, slurping and groaning as your arousal smeared his cheeks and dripped into his mouth.

Tyelko’s entire face was buried between your cheeks without any care as he continued to enjoy his dessert. His tongue probed around your clit, flicking the tiny nub like a switch before bringing it into a suction and rolling it around. The more he tasted you on his tongue, the deeper his face was pushed into your heat, almost like he was attempting to suffocate. His actions were animalistic, living up to the duty of being a hunter, as his tongue swirled, and lips nipped at your nub. In between, his tongue would lavishly lick bold stripes from bottom to top to bottom before slithering past your entrance.

“Y-Your High…ness…” Your voice was whiny and shaky as you mumbled incoherent speeches into the lust-filled air. In the background, Maglor had his attire discarded, leaving him naked with his hand wrapped around his cock. The sight of you being eaten out was provocatively sinful and heavenly. If only his brother hadn’t intervened, he would have had his tongue buried in your cunt for hours. Perhaps another time when Tyelko couldn’t be a bother.

With every push against your body causing your back to arch and nipples to rub against the cold glass, you exerted an opposite force prompting Tyelko’s face to bury deeper. He was having the time of his life as his tongue slithered across every surface he could cover. There were moments when his tongue travelled south and probed past the tight ring of muscles. All you could do was listen to the forceful commands of the princes telling you not to take your eyes off the image. You had to watch as he made you cum all over his tongue and dove back for seconds.

“Stop squirming so much!” he groaned with irritation. The oversensitivity was doing things to your body; you didn’t know how to react. It was different from Maglor. His was filled with softer touches and warmth encompassing, but his brother’s was purely rough and focused on sedating his appetite.

His large hands that gripped your waist, slid lower to your thighs and spread them wider. Its action easily allowed his tongue to wiggle its way along your passage and feel your walls clenching around it. Your body’s natural reaction as another wave of pleasure took over was to push against his tongue, riding it. Your consciousness was poking you to come to your senses and remember that it wasn’t ladylike to behave vulgarly, but your frivolous conscience told you to move. In the end, Tyelko didn’t care whether you rode his face or not, he knew you were close, and he needed to taste it again. However, he did notice the hesitation in your timid movements, and when he did, his hands assisted with your motion. Rocking your body and grinding your cunt against his tongue, he groaned and growled in satisfaction. He wanted you to lose yourself.

The jealousy from the sight before him was spurring him on to snatch you out of his brother’s hold and whisk you away. But he was adamant about getting you to see your worth; perhaps his brother’s interference wasn’t a terrible idea, however, he was practically taking you away from him. Narrowing his eyes as he looked on, he read your body and saw your orgasm taking over. Choosing to act now, Maglor scurried off the bed, ushered to your side in time to catch your convulsing body and pulled you against his chest.

A heated glare between the brothers was exchanged while you were losing all form of composure and functionality in Maglor’s arms.

“I told you háno, I’m not here to make you feel inconsequential. There’s no need to get jealous,” Tyelko jested. His mouth was covered in your arousal, and even his cheeks were smeared. Taking a moment to clean his face, licking his lips to savour your taste, he rose from his position to disrobe.

The action forced Maglor to pique in disinterest and anger, but he was shut down by the claim of this being desired by you. Had you not accepted his hand earlier, he would not have stayed to show you pleasure. “Consider it like this háno; we can have her together, and when I’m finished, she’s all yours…unless she seeks me out,” he suggestively chimed with a wiggle of his brows. His hands had already removed his robes and tunic, and now his fingers were unbuttoning his shirt, leaving him standing in his leggings and boots.

Dropping his eyes from forest green to your sweaty face, Maglor’s face softened, as did his voice. “Y/N, do you wish to partake in this union…being taken by both my brother and me?”

Calculatingly drifting out of your state of unconsciousness, your lashes fluttered and captured the image of the God that was holding you in his bare arms. His naked skin, flushed against yours felt fantastic. Your breast pressed against his chest and your nipples tingled with every breath you took. This is what it felt like to be truly desired.

“W-What?” you confusedly asked.

Humoured, he scoffed and graced you with a softened smile. “Is it alright if my brother and I take you at the same time?”

Jerking your head back at the vulgarity of the question, you had never heard of acts like this being performed. “Is that allowed? I have never heard of such an intimate act before; usually, it’s…it’s just two people,” you stuttered with widened eyes.

Your innocence would be the death of them both. The moment your words escaped your lips, they forgot all about the miniature competition and sought to ensure that you experienced the pleasure of two lovers simultaneously. Tyelko was the first to chuckle at your purity and reassure you that it was more pleasurable than one lover. Less to say, he was the more eager one of your three, hence his straining cock in his leggings. He wanted to get this show on the road.

“Rest assured my Lady, while it is considered taboo, it is equally pleasurable,” Maglor soothed and removed your hair stuck to your sweaty face. “I’ll do my best to ensure that you are satisfied…you might return for more.”

Giggling at his statement, you felt some jittered leaving your body while the majority remained when you came face to face to the sight of a naked Tyelko standing at the foot of the bed. Boots and legging discarded, his cock stood proudly with an angry head and leaking precum furiously. You had seen your fair share of male genital drawn in books, but never realistically. Come to think of it, you had forgotten you were naked in the arms of a naked Maglor whose cock was pressing against your thigh and smearing its precum. You weren’t made aware until now.

Your body froze but your eyes weren’t resisting the urge to look between you both and gaze at the proud erection he sported. It was equally as angry as his brother’s and lacked girth, though it made up in length and shape. Focusing on Maglor’s cock, the audience it gained caused it to twitch in anticipation the longer your innocent stare rested upon it. For instance, Maglor licked his lips and whispered for you to touch it, instead he praised you and withheld his patience to devour you. “Do you see what you do to me? No other woman can have that effect on me, my Lady,” he groaned in your ear before turning you around and guiding you over to the bed.

Tyelko stood impatiently stroking his length and rolling his eyes at the exchange. Poking his tongue past his lips in aggravation, he was rewarded his wait with the sight of you being guided to where he stood.

Your much smaller figure crossed the empty space and brushed closely past Tyelko, allowing him to breathe in your pheromones. He didn’t miss the small, coy smile you threw over your shoulder before approaching the bed. Cheeky vixen! His right hand released his length and made an impact with your ass, propelling you forward and stumbling onto the bed. The loud gasp that left your throat urged him to step closer and deliver another to your bare cheek. His left hand gripping your nape and his right hand rubbing your ass, a howl ripped past his lips as he landed another slap, reddening your ass with his large hands. Something for you to remember him by.

The cries that slipped from your lips were easily devoured by Maglor who came afront to comfort you. He knew how ‘lost in pleasure’ his brother was capable of becoming. His lips, you forgot what they felt like, swallowed all your cries as his tongue slipped into your mouth. There was a hint of that strong Noldorin wine on his tongue the further it danced with yours and coaxed your moans. Your position felt awkward, having to be on all fours and your ass being spanked while craning your neck painfully to meet the sweet lips of your Prince. However, knowing that you were about to experience the first-time pleasure of two princes instead of one, the awkward pain was worth it.

“How do you want us sweetheart?” Maglor asked, breaking the kiss to admire your reddened face and whisper against your lips.

Flashing your eyes to meet his, your words were cut short by the intrusion of a finger slowly probing into your ass, stretching you open. Jaw slacked and eyes rolling, your head dropped into the mattress leading to your back arching more into his touch. It felt foreign having something slipping in there, but your mind told your body to relax because it would become pleasure.

“I’ll take her from behind while you…get her the way you wanted,” answered Celegorm.

Nodding his head at the decision, Maglor looked down at your body and smiled at the reaction you expressed. You were doing so good for them; how could they not reward you. Reaching down to cup your chin and tilt your head upwards to meet his smirk, he bit his lower lip at the sequences of events to unfold before the night was over.

“I’ll take her first since I had her before you encroached, you can step in after she’s comfortable.”

“Oh?!” Celegorm’s brows raised; his night was growing more excited by the hour. “Well then, I’ll leave you to the first act háno; please don’t take forever, I’m getting impatient.”

Stepping away and walking over to the wine table to pour himself a glass, Tyelko made himself comfortable and waited for his turn. Meanwhile, Maglor seemed to be thrilled with having you all to himself and planned to stretch the moment out for as long as he could before his brother intervened once more. Rolling you onto your back and reclaiming his position above you, he brought your legs to rest on either side of his hips. His dainty fingers ran up and down your thighs, easily sliding closer to your sex to build the anticipation.

His lips were reattached to yours once more and prying all the moans he could devour in that instant. Your hands were excited running up and down his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles rippling under your touch from every shift in his body. With every touch, he would shiver and groan into your mouth, wanting you to know the effect you had on him. “Do you see what you do to me, princess? Look…” Breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours and breathing in each other’s air, he urged you to look down at where his erection angrily rubbed against your inner thigh. A slight shift in his hips and it would brush against your outer lips.

“Only a beautiful woman like yourself could do this to me,” he hissed, gasping when your lips brushed against his tip. Dragging his eyes to hold yours, he grinned and released a single laugh. “Eager for me just as much as I am.”

“I-I am. I…I want this, please,” you begged and flashed him a doe-eyed look.

Groaning at your innocence, his right hand moved to run his fingers through your fold and slip past your entrance to test the waters again. Finding no resistance and only warmth, he withdrew and used your arousal to coat his cock. Smearing your juices along his length, he sighed and shifted his hips closer to place his tip just at your entrance, though the action made you tense. He felt your nails dug into his back muscles while you sucked in your breath. Nuzzling his head against yours, he planted a kiss on your cheek to calm your erratic heart.

“I know it has been a while since you last…” he trailed off not needing to complete the rest, “I need to you breathe for me; breath in…now breath out.”

It was the same directions he delivered earlier to ease your fear of pain.

Finding it difficult to look away from where his cock rested and into his hypnotic eyes, you shut them and followed his instructions. Your chest heaved erratically at first, breathing arduously with your heart hammering against your ribcage, feeling like you would pass out from the sheer intensity of the moment. Fortunately, Maglor was kind enough to breathe in sync with you once he became conscious of your trepidation. Breathing in and out, feeling his chest and his warm skin brushing against yours, your muscles relaxed, and the stress eased. Your nails eased their viscous grip on his back and your breathing flowed with a constant cadence.

“Maglor…” you breathed.

“Yes?” he responded breathlessly.

“I’m ready.”

There was a loud buzz in his ears when your words rang before the room fell silent, he even forgot his brother sitting in the distance sipping on his wine. His left hand moved to hold your hip while his right ran his cock through your fold before returning to your entrance and easing in. For every deep exhale you took, he moved an inch deeper and felt the tightness of your walls suffocating him, and for every inhale, he stopped. He was almost in, and with a few more pushes and he breached your walls to enjoy the pleasures of being purely visceral. The loud gasp let out by you both at the experience of being stuffed and suffocated sang in harmony, but it was short–lived when Maglor could no longer bear the wait and moved first.

His idea of testing the waters to open you up was to get your walls affiliated with the shape and weight of his cock moulding your gummy walls. To believe that you were this tight after all the relaxation methods was astonishing. Feeling incapacitated by the quick movements of the gentle Prince, he switched your positions to allow him to batter your walls from underneath. One hand in your hair to tug your head backwards and his mouth leaving dozens more of purple flowers, the other gripped the fleshiness of your ass and groped. You were doing so well for him, voice sometimes stuck in your throat, a vigorous thrust would choke it out. Gone was your nauseating feeling and in place was the plethora of ecstasy.

Crying out Maglor’s name sentence after sentence and begging him to not stop, his cock would push deeper, something bushing against your cervix. Your body would do nothing else but spasm and tremble like a leaf in his arms the further you both tumbled around in the abyss of pleasure. Feeling the immensity of the weight of his cock resting snuggly and sliding like silk along your walls had butterflies swarming in your tummy. Your toes curled at the rise of a new pleasure and your back arched, pressing your nipples against his sweaty chest. The luscious friction felt sensational with every push of your body for every thrust he sent your way.

But long had one sat in the shadows and awaited his turn; seeing that your fun had begun and despising the loneliness, he rose from his seat and strutted over. The interaction was abrupt and ephemeral when fleeting kisses from a cool mouth ran down your spine and bit your left cheek. Squealing, you fought to toss your hand around and glare at the perpetrator only to feel a sharp tug at your hair. “N-Not so fast princess, eyes on me; I want you to look at me darling,” crooned Maglor. His voice was beyond stable for someone pounding into you lightning fast.

Biting your lips to the sound of his angelic voice, your walls clenched around him in response, causing his hips to falter. You could hear the lowly whispered ‘oh fuck’ under his breath.

“Hold there Káno, I’m joining,” announced Tyelko.

Using the moment to still his hips, there were two pairs of hands that now rested on your hips and ass. Maglor, wanting to distract you from the tension and ache you would experience, dipped his head lower to capture your breast in his mouth. Your breasts were supple and round, a feature he eyed all night—one that caught his attention and had him tripping. The little sensation gained from his gesture relaxed your body but didn’t take away from the feeling of oil being drizzled over your hole and a finger slipping inside. As delicious as the sensation was, you hated the snail’s pace he was thrusting his finger and clenched to suck him in.

“Shhh, ah, fuck Y/N!” cried Maglor. Your walls choked the living daylight out of Maglor’s cock, completely forgetting that he would experience your contractions.

“Hmm, somebody’s eager for more!” cheered Tyelko at the same time.

Breathlessly chuckling and feeling a bit more light-hearted now that you were deeply engaging in the pleasures of the flesh, you whipped around to cast an impatient look at the silver-haired male. You received a flash of pearly whites and a finger wiggling at you to behave yourself. “Patience princess, I’m trying to make things smoother.”

Groaning and whining at his response, you dropped your head into the mattress beside Maglor’s while he was busy feasting away at your plump breast. By the time he was finished, you knew your chest was going to be covered in endless hickeys.

Resisting the urge to clench around his fingers was impossible for every new digit he inserted since you were constantly choking Maglor’s cock. The contrast in the gasp and laughter that escaped their throats whenever you did so earned the constriction on your hips tightening and turning into a vice grip. You were dangling on a leash the longer they dragged out your night, wanting to focus on their indulges. The desperation was growing under your skin till the point of not being able to take the impatience any longer. Nails digging into the mattress and teeth biting the sheets, you were drooling at the sluggish behaviour of Celegorm opening you up to take him.

You just wanted his cock to fill you up like he promised, not take forever, but your thoughts were soon incomprehensible the moment his digits withdrew, and his tip slipped in. You were choking on the air from the first few inches of his thick cock gliding deeper. Legs trembling, toes curling, drool escaping your mouth and eyes shut, you were clenching around them both at the shearing burn of being stretched painfully and stuffed by two enormous cocks. He wasn’t even halfway in when he paused to snort at your legs shaking from the increased satisfaction.

“Look at you, begging for my cock and now you can barely take it. Looks like you’re about to cum right now…” His voice was sickeningly aggravating the more he taunted your soul about your incapability to handle his well–endowed length.

“Fuck, please. Move, just move please, both of you,” you whined.

Finding your reply humorous, Maglor detached his mouth from your nipple and whispered, “As you wish love,” before driving his feet into the bed and thrusting into you with a newfound pace. There was a moment of confusion and disorientation in your brain when hands were reshuffled—one was rubbing your clit, and you didn’t know who—to grip your waist and press against your back, pushing you into a foul arch.

The impeccable satisfaction of being completely engulfed and devoured at the same time was magnanimous. The blindingly vivid spectrum of euphoria surging through your veins with each push and pull, the in and out and the weights of mouth and hands, pleased your appetite. Chants of perfection were hurdled across the room at how well you took them or how beautiful you appeared fucked out; only were able to attract such a reaction.

The power you held within your hands—and cunt—to make Noldorin Princes submit to their knees and worship you like the Goddess you were like you were beauty beyond comparison, your body a temple. You could feel the tears sprouting from the corners of your eyes the more their words lustfully infiltrated your senses and stimulated a pang in your heart. The heavy breathing and the sloppy kisses against your skin, the slipping of their hands to grip your sweaty skin, the roughness in contrast to gentleness, what an experience to behold.

With your eyes rolling into your head and drool running from the corner, a harsh round of slaps was equally delivered to your ass to wake you up. The regress from unconsciousness into awareness to meet forest-green eyes staring into your own had you confused. When were you yanked upwards to meet his chest?

“Welcome back kitten, we thought we lost you for a second,” he growled. His eyes were focused on your face, observing every microsecond of pleasure that was displayed. He wanted to read those pretty eyes and distinguish if you were still doubting your femme fatal prowess abilities. Honestly, you had him and his brother putty in your hands; neither could get enough of you. “Look at you, the most beautiful woman in the world in our arms, making us lose ourselves. Powerful aren’t you?”

Finding it impossible to formulate a coherent response, you breathlessly whined when Maglor brushed against your sweet spot. Your eyes twitched and rolled as though you were possessed and Tyelko found that impressive. To see how lost and dancing on the edges of something higher than the heavens you were, was praiseworthy. Leaning in to capture your lips and sighing once they collided, your tongues danced and pried songs from each other’s throats. It was messy and hurried from the energetic and frantic thrusts on either end; the acceptance from your walls with the aggressive moulding and reshaping was short-circuiting your brain. You were losing your capacity to function as durable as you were from the start. They were corrupting you to accept and let go, let loose and be free, express yourself and believe in your abilities.

The churning of the plethora of pleasure from every end, the kissing, the finger playing with your clit and hands all over your body, had your orgasm bubbling in a cauldron. The imperishable flame was building and strengthening to heights unimaginable, it burnt your insides and slowly melted the dams.

“You’re such a good girl for us sweetheart. Are you gonna cum for us?” praised Maglor, his face flushed and sweaty from the vigorous workout you were giving him. His brows were pinched as he observed the rhythmic motion of his fingers against your clit and you bouncing on his cock. The build–up of the ring of cream around the base was a filthy sight to behold, perfection.

Finally breaking from the orgasmic kiss with a string of saliva dangling between your lips, a feral grin was returned as an act of favour. Your lips were sweet as ever and he still couldn’t imagine how you weren’t aware of this. Trailing his hands away from your chin, it returned to your back to push against his brother’s chest so he could switch his position and change the angle of his thrusts. One foot on the bed and one hand on your back, Tyelko found the treasure of his pleasure. With the arrival of your orgasm, everything was contracting at an unrecordable rate, making his hips stutter. “Eru, you feel fucking good!”

Mewling at the increased pressure in your hips the more Maglor’s cock battered your insides and sweet spot and his fingers rubbed away at your clit, your body began convulsing. The violent convulsion sent every muscle in your body to suffocate their cocks with urgency to milk them. All three of you were hissing and groaning as your highs were approaching rapidly. Head lulled and resting in the crook of Maglor’s neck, hiding your face as the growing pressure made you easily lose composure, you dug your nails into his biceps and teeth into his shoulder.

“M-Maglor…it–it’s too much, I–I so…ughh.”

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, all he had to do was give a kiss to your forehead before you came tumbling down. The quick jerk of your body in his arms and twitching of your muscles pushed both of them into overdrive. First, there was a loud grunt, followed by moans before stillness took over and the feeling of their release flooded your passages. Unfortunately, with your sensitivity, the pulsing of their cocks as they spilt their release into you made you cry out and dig your nails deeper into Maglor’s arms. The overview of your orgasm breaking down and washing over you like tidal waves felt like rain after drought. Topped with their highs following yours, the feeling was indescribable.

Going limp in Maglor’s arms, you felt Tyelko’s silvery tresses tickling your back as he slumped over your form, dealing with the aftershocks. He secretly didn’t want to pull out, but he also needed to rest. Heaving and finding the energy to straighten, you felt a small kiss in the middle of your spine and a callous hand rubbing your ass while he eased out. The hissing emitted from you made him wince; he knew you wouldn’t be able to walk for a couple days, and he patted his back. Stepping aside to flop at the end of the bed, Maglor took the opportunity to ease out and roll you onto your side.

You lay in the middle with your left leg tossed over Maglor’s waist and facing him in the aftermath of your rendezvous. Behind you laid Tyelko with his face buried in your hair and an arm slung over your waist, sleeping. It was just you and Maglor left awake, pillow–talking.

“How are you feeling?” he asked politely.

Deliberating, you pressed your lips together to suppress a yawn before answering. “Tired and sore. My legs feel wobbly.”

“Well, I hope—” His words were cut off by the ill-mannered snoring from his brother on the opposite end. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, he leaned closer so your noses were touching and whispered, “Well, I would advise you stay in my chambers for the next few days, that way I can care for you.”  

“Care for me, whatever do you mean?”

“I was not able to have you all to myself like promised…and the best way to treat your soreness is more therapeutic activities.” He grinned and leaned in to peck your nose.

Blinking at his assertiveness, you softly giggled. “One night is not enough for your hunger My Lord?”

“One night is never enough when it’s a person of magnificence like you…I want to cherish you more—” Another snore cut his words off as though it was deliberate. Huffing, he turned to you again and reassured you. “Perhaps in the morning when my brother has departed, I’ll show you what I mean.”

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[starlight-incarnate]

House of Feänor as Aesthetics:

Fëanor  —  loud voice, commanding presence, analytical, natural leader, piercing eyes, foggy hillsides, black boots, tipping their head back to breathe the air, mirrored lakes and everything below the surface, tearing leaves from trees, blunt sarcasm, long dark hair, deep sleeper, rotting tree stumps, black leather jacket, songs that makes you want to create a storm, rebellious, ambition, unstoppable passion, fast trains, polaroids, empty castles.

Maedhros — walking silently, stronger due to all the stuff meant to kill them, ignoring their mental health issues, fiery red hair, crumbling marble, oversized hoodies, raw voice, lingering touches, faint music in the distance, calming down from a panic attack, long heavy cloaks, cold hands, disillusioned with the world, insomnia, unhealthy habits, sighs made visible by cold night air, strong hugs, never sleeps, loud music, freckles, dark under-eyes.

Maglor — hypnotising smiles, a broken mind, melancholy, driving through mountains and the woods, iced coffee, the faint feeling of raindrops on your cheeks, ripped jeans, tight hugs, whispered compliments, deep conversations, late night texts, nimble hands, thin blades, white lilies, vertigo, unkept journals, lightning and thunder, rhythms so raw the heartbreak is showing, shattered glass, walking alone on a cold night, silver necklaces, regret.

Celegorm — bright eyes, climbing rock formations, cold-hearted, hard breathing after running, wood cabins, gladiator arenas, wicked smiles, twisted branches, wild hair, growing more and more dangerous, night drives, adrenaline rushes, bruises, bloody cloaks, running from society, breathless laughing, that animalistic unpredictability, silver and leather bracelets, strong coffee after a sleepless night, city lights from a high rise, addiction, barking dogs, hurricanes.

Caranthir — ironic smirks, bitten nails painted black, lightning in summer, empty threats, sunglasses hiding dead eyes, thick chain jewellery, temperamental, goes to car races just to watch the crashes, deep glares, tongue/lip piercings, midnight walks, lightbulbs burning out, diamonds, crushed ice, a glint of cat eyes in the dark, gold coins in storm drains, cold hands, storm clouds rolling in, theatres, suppressed emotions, wrought iron gates, motorcycles. 

Curufin — cherries and Diet Coke, white marble, a studio apartment on the 67th floor, tattoos, neon lights, sweetened coffee, smudged makeup, too-loud music, cursive notes written in red ink, veiny forearms, sharp canines, fresh snowfall, high rise buildings, white light, sheer robes with nothing underneath, fog, stained glass windows, colourful hair, slow heartbeats, long-forgotten love, cold mountaintops, eternal silence.

Amrod — burnished copper, feverish eyes, hues of orange and gold, stars and spades, brewing tea, freckles, hardwood floors, poisonous flowers, listens to Hozier, messy hair, fake circle glasses, bullet point notes on a restaurant napkin, comfortable silence, broken wings on insects, old hungers, the whispering of trees, kicking stones on deserted paths, forgotten places, origami stars, old overgrown stone castles, morning mist, horse riding.

Amras  —  misplaced keys, wandering aimlessly, selectively mute, deep lakes hiding secrets, pine trees, restless nights, misunderstood, reliving the same day over and over again, graphic tees, dead moths, visual mind, muffled screams into a pillow, listens to asmr, doc martens, profanity, burned cigarettes, zoning out often, heart fluttering nervously, confusing satellites for stars, comic filled bookshelves, radios, old jeeps, glowing keyboards.

Celebrimbor — ravens, white-hot metal, the darkest shade of black, glittering skin, low waist pants, stars falling, the heat lingering in the evening, petals falling off dead flowers, trusting the wrong people, blue veins, cobblestone paths, linoleum tiles, bruises/scars easily, the heat lingering in the evening, cities awake late, card games, overanalysing everything, shiny fabrics, the slamming of a shot glass, the sting of betrayal.

[animatorweirdo]

Feanorians: Being Their Soulmate...

Different soulmate troupes with the Feanorians.

Requested by Anon

Hi animatorweirdo!

Can I send in a request for different soulmate tropes for the Feanorians and when they find their soulmate? (for example, tropes like the red-string of fate, timer countdown, having a tattoo that symbolizes them on your body, etc).

Thank you so much and I can't wait to see what you come up with!!

(Author note: I didn't do Curufin and the twins as I could not come up with anything with them. )

Warnings: mentions of the book events, mentions of Maedhros's captivity, loss of a hand, separation, reluctance, the oath, doom, and rejection.

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Maedhros —  Tattoo 

- Maedhros would have a small tattoo on the back of his right hand, right below his thumb and index finger. He would have been confused the first time it appeared, but then he would be excited when his parents or someone else told him it was the mark of his soulmate. 

- He had been given a tattoo that represented his soulmate. His soulmate would bear a tattoo on the same spot that represented him and he would know once he had seen them. 

- Growing up in Valinor he would check people’s hands to see if they had a tattoo on the same spot as him. 

- If you two met in Valinor, he would find a small star on the back of your right hand below your thumb and index. 

- He would be delighted to have finally found you, and most likely would have not hesitated to get to know you and start a relationship with you. His family would be happy for him. 

- However, if you two met in Middle Earth. His feelings about finding his soulmate would be much more complicated. 

- For example, the great enemy mocking the mark of his soulmate and threatening to find them would have left him reluctant to ever find his soulmate. Losing his right hand would have solidified his decision. 

- He would stare at his missing hand from time to time, remembering the mark of his soulmate. He would hope his soulmate would never find him as his reputation would certainly tarnish theirs. 

- If you two did manage to meet, he would feel strange pulling toward you. If you two clicked very well, he would mistake it for simple crushing or fondness. However, that would not be the case when he sees the star on your right hand. 

- Realizing you were his soulmate would cause him to distance himself away from you, startled and anxious to realize you were his one. He would then make a hard decision, to either give himself this chance to feel your love or push you away and possibly save you from the doom that followed him. 

- If he decided to embrace the fact and allow himself to be selfish just once, Maedhros would not reveal you were soulmates but enjoy your company. He would have decided to enjoy it while it lasted because relationships would not last during wars. His feelings for you would have grown but he would have kept it as a good friendship, and it would have hurt less when you two had to separate. 

- If he decided to distance himself and cut ties with you, his soul would ache for your presence and he would feel miserable for causing you to feel sad and confused by his sudden distance. He would have most likely been harsh and explained that you two couldn’t talk to each other, growing the drift between you. 

- Making you leave would be the hardest decision he had ever made. However, it would ease his soul to know you would not be doomed by him and his oath. 

- If there was a chance Eru took pity on you, he would either allow you to meet again in better circumstances or let you have someone else for a soulmate. 

Maglor — Red string of fate

- (Because I think Maglor would love tragic love stories, the red string of fate would be fitting for him.)

- Maglor would be blooming with excitement when one day he saw a red string attached to his finger. He would have read all about the red string of fate and would have most likely been eager to go on an adventure to find his soulmate, the red string being his guide. Unfortunately, he was too young to go on his own. 

- Growing up, he would occasionally check on the red string to see if his soulmate was nearby as the red string would extend or become more clear when his soulmate was near. 

- If you two met on Valinor, it would have happened during a party or one of his performances. He would be surprised to see the red string suddenly become visible and lead his eyes upon you. However, it would not have been an unwelcome surprise and he would have jumped on the first chance to talk with you. 

- His search would finally be over after meeting you and his family would have to suffer his constant serenading of finding his soulmate. 

- However, if you met on Middle Earth, his feelings would be slightly reluctant, but not opposed to it. 

- After the whole kin slaying and burning of the boats, he would have wished he would not find his soulmate. The red string went more distant, but he would be surprised to find the red string showing itself more one day. 

- He would be curious to find them and one day when he met you, he would feel happy. 

- He would be more open about revealing being his soulmate and having a relationship with you. However, since he and his kin were at war with Morgoth, the relationship would have to be kept as a secret. 

- However, if he decided you two would be better off without each other. He would send you away with good wishes and hopes that fate would allow you to meet again, and thus ends the tragic love story.

 

Celegorm — Dreams/Led by your pets

- As a hunter, I think Celegorm would have a prophetic dream about an animal that would lead him to his soulmate. 

- In his dreams, he would see an animal he is meant to find and follow to find his soulmate. He is a free spirit so he might find the dreams and the thought of having a soulmate slightly annoying. 

- However, if he came to meet with the said animal from his dreams he would not be opposed to following it and seeing what would happen. And when that happens, Huan would go missing and ignore his calls. 

- He would then find you with the animal and Huan who had led you to him. Perhaps that time, he would be more open and excited when he locked his eyes with you, especially if you two met in the woods of Valinor and the animal turned out to be your companion. 

- However, if you met in Middle Earth, I do not think Celegorm would not hesitate to have a relationship with you. If you both were hunters I think the relationship would go pretty smoothly. 

- But, if the oath comes between you, Celegorm might let you go in order for you to be safe from danger, or if you do not agree, and that he made it clear he would not give up the oath even for you. 

- Separation from you might cause him to become slightly more violent, but the thought of you being somewhere safe might ease it just a bit. 

Caranthir — Timer

 - A timer would suit Caranthir. 

- He would have been very confused when one day he found a clock drawn on his hand and it would not go away no matter how much he washed. 

- It would take both his parents to explain he had received a soulmate clock, which tells how long it would take to meet his soulmate: the more hours and minutes the farther away and the less how close his soulmate is. 

- The idea would not wrap around his head for a while, especially if the clock showed several hours, which only meant his soulmate was nowhere near. 

- He would be thrilled to find out when his clock reveals fewer minutes and would look around in curiosity till he found you. 

- I think he would be slightly shy, but would not avoid you. If you two click and you show your timer, then it would be the start of a beautiful relationship.

- However, if you two met on Middle Earth, he would be skeptical about having a relationship with you. 

- Seeing there was no hope after his reputation as a kin slayer and war with Morgoth, he saw it would be best not to seek out his soulmate. 

- So, imagine the shock he would feel when he finds his timer running toward the end and eventually finding you. 

- In some parts of his soul he would have been thrilled, but due to his unfortunate circumstances, he might avoid revealing about being your soulmate. However, due to the tugging in his soul, he might make a friendly relationship with you. 

- He would feel ease from his anger, and it would slightly hurt him to know he might have to separate from you. 

- He would enjoy it while it lasted, before sending you off with heartfelt goodbyes. 

Celebrimbor — A strand of hair

- Celebrimbor would be surprised to find a strand of his hair had turned into a different color, but would be delighted when he learned it was the clue of his soulmate and that his soulmate would have a strand of his hair color. 

- He would not mind walking around with the new color and sometimes styling it while searching for the one who had his hair color. 

- If you two met on Valinor, it would be joyful. 

- However, if you two met on Middle Earth, his feelings on the matter would have died down. 

- But when he suddenly meets you one day and sees the dark strand of hair across your hair. He became frightened as he could feel tugging from within his very soul. 

- He should feel happy by his kin’s standards. He had been blessed by chance to meet his soulmate, but his past and the reputation of his house had left him reluctant. He had hidden the color of your hair in hopes he might not accidentally meet you or anyone who might figure out who his soulmate is. In his mind, you were not worthy to get tarnished by his house’s past, but fate, of course, has worked against him. 

- However, if you were not intimidated by his past, Celebrimbor’s fear might vanish and he might entertain the idea of getting to know you. It would take a lot of time to convince himself to finally reveal your hair color on his hair, and wait for your reaction as your hair colors would match and return to normal.

- If you were happy by the reveal, Celebrimbor might then be confident enough to have a relationship with you. However, he would let you go if you weren't eager by the reveal and decided to leave. He would not blame you, but he would feel a painful aching for your presence and heartache for your rejection.

[autumnshighlady]

if i wrote reader insert fics with characters from the Silmarillion would anyone read them?

[mur4sak1]

What would the elves give you as a gift?

A/N: Hi everyone, in these headcanons I have included what I think would be the gifts that our beloved elves would give us in special situations. Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3

Characters: Galdor, Maedhros, Glorfindel, Maglor, Celegorm

Galdor: a bouquet of flowers (I'm SURE that Galdor would be the kind of elf to give you a bouquet of fresh flowers whenever he could.)

Every day, after attending meetings in the city to discuss strategies and defense plans, Galdor would go into the woods and fields surrounding the city to pick a bouquet of fresh flowers for you. The flowers he chose were the most beautiful and colorful he could find: white lilies, red roses, wild daisies... he picked them carefully, taking care not to ruin the petals, and took them to your rooms. He would then leave them on a table next to the bed so that in the morning you could wake up with the scent of their delicate fragrances. You loved watching them as they slowly opened, revealing their beauty to the world, as if those flowers were the symbol of your love. Every morning you woke up with a smile on your face, ready to face the day with a heart full of gratitude.

And so, day after day, Galdor continued to bring you the most beautiful flowers that nature could offer, demonstrating his love and dedication in a tangible and constant way. You knew well that you were the luckiest person in the world to have the love of such a kind and caring elf.

Maedhros: a ring

After his terrible imprisonment in Angband, Maedhros was finally free among his brothers. A lot of time had passed but the pain of losing his hand still caused strong emotions in him. His heart was full of bitterness and anger for what he had suffered, but it was right there that he realized how much you meant to him. It was your voice, your stories and your support that kept him holding on to hope during the long years of imprisonment but also the only person to help him differentiate the dream from reality when darkness took over his mind and everyone feared him. So he decided he needed to give you something special. He spent days thinking about what he could do to you, until he had an epiphany. He went to a small workshop where, as a child, his father had taught him the basics of the goldsmith's trade. With an expert but somewhat rusty hand, Maedhros began to carefully work a ring. Every time his hand trembled from fatigue, the thought of your smile gave him the strength to carry on. Finally, after days of intense work, the gift was ready. (…)

The setting sun painted the sky with orange tones, while you and your elf admired the sunset from the window of your rooms. “For you,” he said, handing you a small box. You opened the little package. It was an elegant and simple ring, with a bright red stone of the color of his hair, a little imperfect but full of meaning. “It's wonderful,” you whispered. “But why are you giving me this?” you asked, unable to understand what the event was. "Because you were the light that guided me out of the darkness of Angband," he replied in a soft voice. "Without you, I don't know if I would have ever found the strength to continue." You felt your heart ache at Maedhros' words and his vulnerability. "I hope it brings you some joy and light, like you did for me.”

Glorfindel: a picnic

Glorfindel was a kind and thoughtful elf, always caring to the needs and wishes of his loved ones, and when your birthday arrived, he decided to plan something special to celebrate the occasion. That morning he asked you to meet in a small courtyard on the edge of the city of Gondolin where you used to meet and, once you arrived, he made you turn around telling that he had to blindfold you because he had to take you somewhere. A little confused but also excited by the idea, you accepted. “Don't worry, I'll guide you.” He took your hand and you walked away. (…)

After walking for a while, you felt the sensation of grass under your feet and the sound of leaves blowing in the wind. “Well, we have arrived.” The blond removed the blindfold from your eyes and when you opened them again, you couldn't believe your eyes. You were in a beautiful flowery meadow not far from the city walls, at the foot of a large oak tree that provided shelter from the hot sunlight. There, among the chirping of birds and the sweet scent of wild herbs, sat a picnic basket. Glorfindel opened a large cloth and began to bring out countless delicacies. There were fresh fruits, pastries, delicate cheeses and crusty breads, along with a variety of delicious desserts and refreshing drinks. Throughout the day you laughed and joked, enjoying the tranquility of nature and all the beauty it had to offer, and as the sun slowly set over the horizon, Glorfindel looked into your eyes and said something perhaps even better than the picnic: “Seeing your smile among this beautiful scenery today made me realize that I can never want anything more in life. There is a question burning inside me and I can no longer remain silent... Do you want to become my wife and make this elf happy for eternity?".

Maglor: a poetry

The wind blew hard that evening on the shores of the rough sea, while you and Maglor sat on a rock watching the waves crash violently against the rocks. The air was charged with electricity, a harbinger of an impending storm. Suddenly you heard your name being called from the elf and when you turned you saw him take a note from his jacket pocket. “Here, I wrote this for you.” You opened it and saw that it contained a poem written in elegant script. The words seemed to pay homage to the sea, speaking of its power and beauty, but you understood that those words were addressed to you. You looked at Maglor with tears in your eyes, touched and speechless. He smiled sweetly at you and said: "This is my gift to you, so that you can always have the sea in your heart and the beauty of its mysteries to accompany you wherever you go." And it was in that moment, between the roar of the waves and the salty smell of the air, that you understood how similar the sea and Maglor were, both capable of enchanting you with their strength and captivating you with their beauty. And in that moment, you understood that you had found someone who would leave an indelible mark on your life, like the sea that leaves its scent on your skin even when far away.

Celegorm: a wolf cub

It was your birthday and Celegorm had done nothing for you. You were disappointed, you thought your beloved didn't even care about your birthday. But Celegorm had a special gift in mind for you, he just had to wait for the right time to give it to you.

When evening finally arrived, Celegorm took your hand and led you towards a terrace. When you got there, you couldn't believe your eyes: In the middle of the terrace there was a brown wolf cub, with sparkling eyes and a playful attitude. “I know I didn't do anything for your birthday, but I wanted to give you something special. He's an Oromë cub… he's like Huan. He will protect you and keep you company in difficult times.”, Celegorm said softly. You were speechless, it was the most incredible gift you could imagine. You ran towards the wolf cub who immediately started licking your face as a sign of affection. "Even if i had to travel a long way to bring him to you, if you don't want him I can bring him back." "ABSOLUTELY NOT" you replied anxiously and this made Celegorm laugh heartily. "Oh, so you want to hold him close to you, huh?" he said jokingly afterwards teasing you. Then, with an affectionate smile, he approached you and whispered in your ear: “Don't worry, I would never let him be taken away from you.” With a sweet kiss on your forehead, he hugged you warmly, making you feel safe and loved.

[witchofhimring]

To you who is lost

Chapter 2: The girl with daises

Chapter synopsis: Once you were the cheerful maiden with daisies.

Warnings: Angst, abandonment, crying, pregnancy, bullying

Note: I absence from updating has been due to school. Any future updates will be more frequent from here on.

You had numerous friends as a child. As they bloomed into adulthood they developed skills that won them acclaim. Only what could they say about you? As a young child you were called árë, for there was light and warmth wherever you went. While your friends were creating creations of renowned you flittered around. Dancing like light upon the land they heaped praise upon you. It was why you wore daisies as they represented everything a maiden should be. Still, there was a widening emptiness in you. What was there to achieve with your gift? None had abused you for it and yet nothing could banish such feelings.

Early one morning you woke to sunlight. The fluffy orange cat who had found a bed in your sheets yawned luxuriously. Stretching out you reveled in the sensation of a quiet sunny day. Your door opened and in came ílë, blonde hair streaming behind her. "Mother has made breakfast." ílë's family lived next to yours and had cultivated a close friendship. Your parents had a hard days ride to the court of Queen Indis. Due to age and the seriousness of their journey you had been left behind. This invoked no sadness as court was tedious and stifling. Young you may be, but responsible enough. A friend of your mothers checked in every day on your younger sister, brother and yourself.

When you woke the little ones up there was much grumbling. Almiel huffed and rolled over, refusing to get up. Ciryon followed his sisters lead and dove under the covers. This was nothing new. Normally it was your duty to care for the younger ones. Some days Almiel awoke without fuss. If she did not then it was lots of grumbling, with Ciryon following her lead. Not missing a beat you pulled away the covers and opened the window. The chirping of birds drifted on warm air. Groaning, Almiel rolled over with a great yawn. "We are going to ílë's for breakfast." Going over to Ciryon's bed you removed the blankets. "I won't." He grumbled, but upon seeing the Almiel was up Ciryon sat up. Leaving them to get changed you went to find a dress. It was warm and merry out today, so you settled for a light blue dress with long sleeves. It was light with no ornaments though it suited the weather. Your siblings were ready in a moment. No doubt excited to partake in a delirious breakfast.

ílë, who had briefly ran next door, returned. All four of you left and hurried inside. ílë's house always impressed you with its marble fixtures. Possessing a door of rose opal colour, the symbol of ílë's family hung above. Upon entrance you were treated with an indoor fountain, light shinning down from stained glass windows. ílë's family was important in the court of Queen Indis and had connection with the Vanyar. On the maternal side she was descended from King Ingwë, although distantly. Coming down ornate stairs was the only member of the household you were not taken to. Ellótë was ílë's elder sister, although you did not know her very well. At a distance the two looked alike, but once one looked closer they could clearly see differences. Ellótë would have looked nice if she did not constantly look like she was observing everyone and everything. She was not cruel or even unkind, just aloof. "Do your parents know?" It was you who answered. "Yes, of course." The words were friendly enough, although they lacked warmth. Despite being slightly older you cowered. Ellótë's simply nodded and glidded off. 'You should not think my sister means you any harm.' Your friend reasoned.

Turning left the group entered the great hall. A large marble table stretched from one end to the other. It's high ceiling made you have to crane your head up to see. The high chairs presented during formal celebrations were put away and benches now served as seats. At the head sat Lord Falastir cut an impressive figure, sitting there in a fine silver robe. His golden hair hung loose, eyes like sapphires. He hailed from a great family. His father was King Finwë's right hand man, his mother a woman of great renown. Falastir's ancestors had faithfully served kings, thus he was seen as a worthy contender for the hand of Erulissë, King Elwë's relative and ílë's mother. ílë' greeted her father with a kiss before taking a seat. After her came you, who greeted him in a similar matter. Then came your siblings who professed their gratefulness. Once everyone was seated the doors opened and food was brought. "Where is Ellótë'?" "We saw her earlier, Atar. Although I know not where she went." Secretly you were grateful. Childish it may sound but Ellótë' scared you.

At some point Lady Erulissë swept in. ílë jumped up from her seat and rushed forward. "I hope my lateness is not inconvenient. I received a letter from King Finwë. He has invited us to Tirion, along with you're kin Y/n. No doubt you shall receive a letter from you're parents." "Really! We are to go to Tirion!" You shared a look of excitement with ílë, who returned one of equal jubilation. "Is there a party?" Almiel asked eagerly. "Why yes. His eldest grandson has just reached adulthood and the King wishes to celebrate." Elves did not commonly make great celebrations on every birthday. That being said, when one reached adulthood a party would be thrown in their honour. You had celebrated your own a while back.

The rest of breakfast was spent talking about the upcoming party. Little did you know that this was the beginning on a great change.

It did not take long for your parents to return. Immediately upon returning they were getting ready to depart once more. Quickly everything needed was packed, and to the delight of both you and Almiel new dresses were made. "I can hardly let either of you be seen in anything less than splendor. And you Y/n are a woman grown. So remember to show you're best." In a short time the rest of you're kin, cousins and all, arrived. Because you were no longer a child it meant a horse would be needed. Only children rode in the carriage. Relishing having to opportunity to act as a woman grown, it made you sad to not be traveling beside ílë. ílë must remain in the carriage with the younger ones. Instead, to your great chagrin, Ellótë was your company, for she too was grown. Thankfully she had nothing to say, and likewise it was the same for you.

The great party, made of many important families, stopped at a house belonging to Arafinwë. Arafinwë, youngest of Finwë's sons, was the most fair in temper and appearance. He great the party flanked by wife and four children. Findaráto, his eldest and heir, walked up to your horse and took the reigns. His apperance and bearing nearly took your breath away. It was no exaggeration to say he was the fairest of King Finwë's. Golden hair of the Vanyar fell to his waist in waves. Blue eyes that were reminiscent of glittering gems looked welcomingly upon you. His aura held the bearing of a king's grandson, beautiful and gentle. You tried not to look to pleased when he took your hand. Giving your greetings to Lord Arafinwë and his wife you were spirited off to join your family. Unfortunately the prince had to leave you. Hiding your disappointment you went to find Ilë. She was being assisted by one of Arafinwë's sons. He gave you a smile and was quickly whisked away to greet another. "Do you not think they look so handsome." She giggled. "Have you seen Prince Findaráto?" Ilë shook her head and you eagerly took her hand. Trying to chance another glimpse of the prince you noticed your younger sister being lead by a woman. From her bearing and clothes you supposed this was Artanis. She was lovely as her brothers. What separated her was the bearing of pride clearly evident. Not a cruel sort, but the type that drew people to her.

"I believe you are the sister." She gave you a winning smile that made your face grow hot. "Lady Artanis." You greeted her with a curtsy. Giving you an approving nod Artanis bid your sister to join her family. "I apologies if she was any trouble." Trying not to stumble on your words it took some difficulty not to shy away. "Not at all. She is a credit to your house." With that, Artanis was called over and she wished you well. This left you in charge of Ilë and your sister. "Where is Ciryon?" Almiel pointed over to your parents. They were talking to an elleth, a noble one by the looks of her. Black hair hung to her knees, pearls adorning the tresses. Her navy blue gown was plain yet carried and air of regality. Her very being seemed to be the very embodiment of nobility.

"Should we?" Ilë looked to you. Her support, tepid as it may be, encouraged you. Ilë and Almiel followed you, slightly intimidated. When your mother looked over she said "And these are our daughters. Y/n is our eldest and Almiel the youngest. Girls, this is Lady Anarië, Lady of the House of Nolofinwë." She smiled and your face grew hot. Because you had only recently reached adulthood Lady Anarië was still a stranger. Long had your family been in the service of her house. As a young woman your mother had been a companion. The same path was expected of you. In a short period of time you would serve a great lady. Lady Anarië lead all of you in for tea, however only Lord and Lady Y/n truly spoke. Keeping quiet you sipped tea and hoped to make a favourable impression. Unfortunately you were not blessed with wit or confidence. What you had learned to do was sit politely and look pretty, like a daisy.

'When are we leaving?' Almiel whispered. Placing a small hand on her shoulder you whispered 'Not now. Hush.' The food was delectable but you had to make pains to to seem greedy. Small morsel after small morsel went into your mouth. You were thinking of this upcoming journey. At court you would have to be on form always. As the eldest daughter the pressure was on you to perform. 'Y/n will love Tirion. I promise on my honour to keep her safe until such a time as she passes into the hands of my mother-in-law.' That got your attention. Looking up from the food, eyes darting from Anarië, Toronto, ON to your mother. 'Is that not good news?' Your mother proclaimed. You felt Almiel tug at your dress. 'Sorry?' Immediately you felt stupid. As you so often felt in company. Trying to ignore the embarrassment that ran through you, you nodded, curtsied, and said "Of course". Anarië clapped her hands together. 'How wonderful! You need to worry Y/n you will feel right at home.' That was when your brain caught up to what was actually happening. Your mouth opened up like a fishes before gulping shut. On the outside you merely looked nervous, inside you wanted to run.

And you said absolutely nothing in the plans of your own future.

You knew this day would come. Ever lesson, dance music, painting sewing and so much more was to prepare you for this. But it had all come so quickly it sent your head spinning. You had wanted to spent time are your friends place and figure out your craft. Instead you would be sent far away to Tirion. Almiel and Ciryon had wept buckets of tears making it harder. Worse still, ílë would not be coming. Her parents wanted to wait another few years which while not long felt far away. One comfort was that you could visit home one last time before leaving for a new life. The remaining journey was made in silence, at least on your part. You were torn between excitement and sadness. Living at your would not be horrible. Many would consider you very luck. If you had chosen this then the situation might have been different. Now as an adult you would still have your future written by others. With neither the willpower or bravery, you were a flower petal in the wind.

Keeping back tears you bid your father and brother goodbye. They could not know your true thoughts. Ciryon wept buckets of tears that made you want to cry. Even your fathers eyes looked glassy, and yet you still remained stalwart. Riding had never been so hard. The only comfort you had was your mother and sister. Almiel had kicked up a storm when it was suggested the party leave without her. 'It may be a good die. Almiel is older now.' Your mother had reasoned. Grimly you wondered why your little sister, not yet an adult, had more spirit than you. Perhaps that was why you had no gift, your fire was non existent.

Several days passed on the way to Tirion. You tried to think on how lovely Tirion was, how lovely the balls had been. And you might find a match. These thoughts slightly uplifted your spirit during the journey. In order to be prepared you were given new dresses, that was something. Your parents could visit, friends to. And you could always make new friends at court. Or at least try to.

The night before you would arrive at Tirion, and a new life, you found yourself staring out the window. Nighttime always made you feel lonely. Telperions light ruled over Valinor at this hour. Having a preference for its younger twins light Laurelin you sadly stared at the sky. The night banished rays of light, of fire. A state without fire was a despondent state. If represented a lack of will, being lesser. Not that you had voiced these grievances to anyone. They might consider it an insult to the trees themselves. Telling the truth however was far worse in your mind. Some things were better kept hidden.

What would your life be like? Anarië had shown you the room you would sleep in. It was beautiful with light blue walls, golden pillars and a window opening out onto a beautiful garden. Anarië had been more than kind to you. Yet you would be but one of many ladies in her train. You would have to rely on your pitiful yourself, and that was a terrifying thought. Keeping hope was difficult in the face of such darkness.

The day you entered Tirion it was raining. Grey clouds blocked Lauriens light much to your dismay. Given the sudden turn of the weather your mother, sister and yourself were now in a carriage. Behind you in another were other attendants. 'Will we see the queen?' Almiel inquired. 'Likely not, your sister is serving the Lady Anarië. And one day you may too.' Almiel shook her head. 'I want to serve the queen.' Stubborn, you knew she would likely get her wish. Yet you could not bring yourself to resent her. Your own shortcomings were not her fault. Up to the marble palace your carriage trundled, bearing you along like a piece of luggage.

Under a canopy in the courtyard were a group of women. Guessing it was the delegation summoned to great you, you suddenly felt yourself sweat. These elleths were do doubt unhappy about having to wait out here in such weather. When the carriage stopped you summoned whatever courage you processed and got out. Immediately and elf stepped out and held an umbrella above your head. The four that were waiting took a step forward. Tentatively you made the remaining gap. 'Lady Y/n, we are pleased you have arrived. Our lady awaits you in her chambers.' Golden hair tumbled to the elleths knees. Her blue robes were adorned with pearls which even in this weather were brilliant in colour. Comfortingly she was smiling which made you brave enough to look at the others. Stern, but none looked angry. At least that was good. Ladies who served the royal household did many such tasks. Feeling better with this thought you relaxed ever so slightly.

They greeted your mother and the blond one bent to say kindly 'Hello there, you must be the sister.' Going up the long marble stairs was hazardous for one not accustomed to such. Thankfully being born as the First Children had advantages, and remaining upright was easier. The tall archway was white adorned with beautiful carving of leaves and words interwoven with them. On the left hand side was a large wheel. When the order was given it burst into motion and the large doors swept open. The entrance hall was white with silver banners hanging from pristine walls. Statues lined the rows looking down on anyone who passed through. Every footstep echoed, making you think of many creatures scurrying. Light came in through windows in the ceiling. Normally that was the case but given the weather torches were needed. A large throne draped in silk sat on a raised up platform, though as of now it was empty.

Going through a side passage you were lead of several flights of stairs and down a hall. Finally you came to a door embodied with a golden sun, surrounded by a disk. With a knock on the door you were let in. Anarië sat in the midst of her ladies. They sat sewing, reading or chatting away only to fall silent upon your arrival. Smiling, Anarië rose to her feet saying 'Welcome to the home of King Finwë.' Into a deep curtsey you bent, one practiced many times. With a gracious hand she rose you up. 'I thank you My Lady. It was very kind of you to allow me to serve.' With a wave of the hand Anarië insisted it was no great effort on her part. 'Gloriel, please assist Y/n in getting settled in.' Gloriel was the blond elleth with pearls. 'Pleased to meet you. Follow me.' With one last glance back at the elleths you followed Gloriel out.

'The other rooms are occupied by other ladies of the household. Queen Indis's reside on the upper levels.' Gloriel gave you a tour of the West Wing, which was now your home. Already your luggage had been brought up. Your new bedroom was so grand, but you could not imagine this being your home. Back home your bedroom was smaller and slightly messy, but it was home. This felt like a strangers room, likely was at some point. 'Feel free to make this place your own.' Gloriel stepped into the room after you. 'You will get used to this place. It will simply take time.' You wanted to tell her that this would never be your home. Not that those words every left your mouth, Eru forbid! 'Thank you, that is very kind.' Gloriel let you setting into the room first. There were four trunks in the room. Two processed clothes and the others various artifacts. Older clothes you sorted out first. More interesting were the new ones. Admiring each dress you hung them up in a grand dresser. Servants could do this task but you had requested to do it yourself. Once that was completed you set about with the smaller things. A comb and hand mirror were placed on a silver vanity. Jewelry, perfumes, books and other things found their come in cabinets and drawers. Lastly was your gardening kit. In a desperate attempt to find some sort of ability you had considered gardening. They called you the Daisy-Maiden and gardening seemed like something you could do (or so mother said).

Stepping back, you felt the place looked more familiar. Perhaps once you lived here for a bit things would be different. 'Well I should hope so. I will not be bothering with her if she proves to be a chore.' The haughty voice made you want to run and hide. When the door opened you nearly jumped. Glormiel entered followed by a sour looking elleth. She would have looked beautiful. had she not that scowl on her face. Her dark brown hair and eyes were lovely. Her strong arms showed she was not unfamiliar with physical exercise. High cheekbones and narrow set eyes put you in mind of a cat. A silver gown showed off the slim outline of her figure. 'Y/n, this is Emmeril. I sorely hope the two of you will get along.' There was a warning edge to her tone, although you had a feeling it was not meant for you.

Emmeril did not spend much time with you. The moment she could Emmeril pawned you off to another. You tried not to feel hurt by it. Besides, most others were nicer. Varya and Faniel, cousins to Queen Indis, were both golden haired and very kind. Faniel had herself just arrived from King Olwë's court. Varya was slightly younger in years than yourself, although she had been here longer.

The moment you arrived there was hardly time to relax. A ball had been planned for the return of King Finwë's eldest son and his family. For hours on end the ladies of Anarië were sent sewing. The king had ordered banners with his sons sigil emblazed upon it. Why there were not others made already you did not know. 'Is there always such a fuss whenever the prince returns home?' Sewing by a window looking out on the garden you were partly sewing partly watching Emmeril practicing her swords work. Steele gleamed in the sunlight wielded by her strong hands. Like a dancer every move was precise. 'Every time. However I do not believe Curufinwë likes them very much. Varya was completing the finishing touches to Anarië's golden down. 'Truly? Then why does the king put them on?' You inquired. 'He does love the prince and misses him greatly.' 'Does Prince Curufinwë often leave court?' 'He does.' 'Why?' Rather than answer Varya simply shrugged. You had your own guesses. It was well known that the eldest son of the kind bore no love for the queen. She that had replaced his mother as queen was as detested back then as she was now by Curufinwë. Traveling was perhaps his way of scorning her presence.

'His three eldest will be attending.' At that both let out a giggle. Excitement caused you to nearly jump up. 'Truly!?' 'They are! Have you met them?' Shaking your head you waited. 'oh Y/n you are in for such a treat! They are all so handsome.. especially.." They both dissolved into giggles. Feeling very hot you knew who they were talking about. Curufinwë's eldest son went by several names. Maitimo, meaning well-formed, was said to be tall, fair and handsome. Never having met him it left his precise features to the imagination. Trying not to look to excited you went back to sewing. Yet your thoughts lingered on the handsome prince.

'They are here!' Night had come and the ball had begun. While Anarië was making the rounds welcoming guests you and several others had slipped off. Your presences would not be noted, at least for such a short period of time. Younger ones such as yourself went out to the large balcony overhanging the courtyard waiting in great anticipation. Any moment the princes would be coming. Eagerly everyone looked out until you cried out 'There!' A crimson carriage drawn by large black horses came trundling off the path. Everyone watched as it stopped at Prince Curufinwë stepped out. Coming out after was his wife Nerdanel. Next came stumbling out two, one with hair light as Laurelin's rays and the others hair black like his father. Lastly exited the eldest. He was just as they described, flaming red hair, tall, and yet more beautiful. Had someone told you he was a woman on first sight you would have believed it. He glanced around before looking up. For just a fraction of a moment your eyes met. Something powerful moved in you at that moment. Seized with such a ferocity you left like to faint.

Staggering back you nearly fell. At that moment the rest had decided to head in. Glad that your momentary lapse in propriety had gone unnoticed you lingered behind. You were shaking with something you could not explain. Excitement? Heart beating you wanted to flee and speak to him at the same time. Following, you stopped at the entrance of the Great Hall. The rest were already crowding the princes. As much as you desired to join them you had not the bravery. You could see Maitimo's copper locks. He was smiling charmingly and talking to maidens. You wanted to join them, but something was stopping you. Standing there alone, you cursed yourself for such timidity.

The next time you saw Maitimo it was a week later. King Finwë had ordered a picnic and had his whole family attend. Apparently it was considered completely normal for Princes Curufinwë and Nolofinwë to glair at each other from opposite end of the clearing. Sitting under Anarië's canopy you enjoyed the crisp breeze. With you were Faniel and Anarië's only daughter Írissë. 'Mother, when will Tyelkormo arrive?' 'Soon, my love.' For someone whose name meant "hasty-riser" he sure was taking his time.

'My son, and you brought Maitimo.' Anarië smiled seeing her nephew. 'Aunt.' Maitimo looked completely relaxed in her company. You heard rumors that Curufinwë resented his younger brother in part because his eldest was good friends with his. Maitimo's head turned towards Írissë and yourself. Trying not to seem to shy you greeted him politely. 'Findecáno, will you take your sister and Y/n with you?' Feeling bashful you graciously rose. Findecáno took your hand and with a dazzling smile. Not wanting to seem like a complete dolt you politely allowed him the lead.

Not too far away some other ladies and royal children were playing. Írissë, wanting to play with her favourite cousin, rather unceremoniously abandoned Maitimo. Findecáno at least remembered to courteously sit you down before himself running off. To your surprise Maitimo, rather than take off, sat down beside you. Sitting there Ridgely you considered what to say. But it was Maitimo himself who started the conversation. 'You are my aunts newest lady.' 'Yes My Prince.' At least your voice had not trembled. He had a soft voice, yet deeper than you had imagined. Maitimo spoke as if every word was thought of beforehand. Then he gave you a smile. Quite lovely, the rays of Laurien illuminated his already fine features. 'Well then, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.' Deciding for a simple answer you said 'I thank you for your kind welcome.'

For a while more the two of you sat there in silence. Then, once more, it was Maitimo who began the conversation. 'What is it that you do?' 'I am sorry?' 'What I mean is, what is your skill?' Or goodness. Feeling extremely uncomfortable you wondered whether to speak the truth or not. But before you could act Maitimo's attention was taken by his third brother and cousin, who at that moment chose to fight one another. As he raced over to separate the two you felt profound relief.

The first interaction what been rather quick and only half remembered in later years. But for the next few weeks your thoughts drifted, ever now and then, to the prince. Yet life went on and soon your thoughts diverted elsewhere. Life had settled into a new normal and soon you felt quite at home here. You had friends, although you wrote to ílë often. She was doing well and ever letter asked about court. Eagerly she waited at home till it would be her turn. Truly you hoped she would be in the service of your lady. But it may please her parents to put ílë in the service of Queen Indis. or, and you did not want to consider this, be sent to serve Eärwen. The court of Arafinwë did not linger at the court of his father. Like Curufinwë he preferred to reside elsewhere, although for different reasons. You really hoped your friend would not be sent so far away.

Curufinwë briefly left with his wife Nerdanel and a select few member of his household. His sons were surprisingly left behind in Tirion. This could partly be due to the fact Queen Indis was currently enjoying a seaside vacation and therefore not in the castle. You would end up meeting Maitimo on a warm day when your sister had come to visit. While you were away Almiel had grown even more beautiful. Taller, her h/c hair had become glossy and shinny. Much of the baby fat younger children had seemed to melt away leaving behind a lovely woman. Eagerly she listened as you told her about the court. 'Oh Y/n I so want to join you at court!' Placing an arm around you, Almiel was assured that her time would come.

Striding around the secluded pond, the silence was broken when a group of horses clattered into the clearing. Startled, you brought Almiel to your side. There was a hunt going on. At the very head was Maitimo. 'is that the prince!' Almiel whispered. Sinking into a curtsy you took Almiel by the hand. 'Lady Y/n, I had not thought to see you out here.' Maitimo got off his horse and bid his men to continue on. While you knew this was simple courtesy it still made you nervous. Almiel was practically shaking with excitement beside you. You placed a hand on her shoulder. Maitimo laughed. 'I did not know you had a sister. Before you could speak Almiel beat you to the punch. 'Mai-my prince.' You nearly keeled over from mortification. She had nearly called the prince by his name!

Thankfully Maitimo it seemed took no offence to this. He asked if the pair of you would like to walk with him. 'We are having a picnic just over the hill.' As Anarië had given you leave it was quite alright for you to take such an excursion. For the short walk shrouded by trees Maitimo and you sister spoke. You walked a few steps behind them in silence. A few times you opened your mouth, but words never left. Eventually you consigned yourself to staying outside the conversation.

coming onto an oncoming clearing, Maitimo gave the pair of you leave before running of. You joined the mother ladies and talked about all sorts of things. Eventually your sister suggested a game with several younger ones. Deciding it would be prudent to keep an eye on her you followed. Just over a small hill was a crate in the earth. Rocks lead to a pond where a waterfall was falling into. On a rock you perched and quietly watched. Every now and then Almiel would show you something she found. But otherwise you said nothing else. That was when Maitimo arrived. He took a seat beside you. 'Will your sister be coming to court?' He inquired. 'Yes. I hope she will serve in the court of My Lady Anarië. It will be easier to help.' 'Your care for your sister.' 'Of course.' 'Ah, such is the duty of older siblings.' His mouth twitched. 'I dare say your task is harder.' Then, realizing it sounded rude, quickly said; 'Of course I do not suggest yours are badly behaved-' Maitimo started to laugh. 'Oh but you are right.' Relief filled you. 'They tell me your brother brought in a great big dog last week.' You said, attempting small talk. Maitimo nodded and told you of how Oromë gave Turcafinwë an enormous dog. You regaled him of Almiel's mischief. 'And the next thing you knew there were a group of ducklings following her inside! I tell you, it caused quite the ruckus. my mother has hardly touched duck since.'

The both of you enjoyed the warm long day. Hours passed with the pair exchanging tales. By the end Maitimo bid you farewell, saying you should send him more stories as he found them very entertaining. And then two days later he was gone. For years the pair of you did not met. This might have been one conversation that lead to nothing, if not for a visit from Nerdanel with her newborn son.

You did not write to Maitimo. He had written nothing to you since that day and thought Maitimo was simply humoring you. Not wanting to seem impertinent, you resigned yourself to looking back at this encounter with fondness. Year went by and you had other matters to worry about. Almiel finally came to Tirion and went into the service of Queen Indis. It made you sad but it was what she wanted. Apparently she caused quite the fuss at home. While others thought her impertinent, you admired it. Had you her spirit things might be different. On a better note ílë did come into your mistresses service.

Like last time it was quite an unassuming day. Varya, Faniel, ílë and yourself were looking at sketches of dresses. Another ball was being put on (King Finwë did love his parties) and everyone needed new gowns. 'That one is pretty.' Varya pointed to a sleek white gown adorned with swan feathers. 'Pretty, but I would hem the train less someone stumble on it.' Faniel advised. 'Perhaps the male-folk should not be so clumsy.' You jested. 'By the way, is anyone going with someone?' Your hands gripped. There was someone, but not of your choosing. Some elf you hardly knew had taken a fancy and asked Anarië. You were so alarmed and nervous you could not gainsay either of them. Later you cursed yourself as now the ball seemed less exciting.

There was a great storm roaring outside. Rain battered on the windows as Telperion's light could only just be made out in that grey mass. Anarië and several older ladies were working on a new tapestry. You could smell the beeswax candles bringing light to the room. Everything was fairly peaceful before there was a knock at the door. Gloriel entered, swept a curtsy, and said; 'My Lady, Lady Nerdanel is here.' Anarië nearly dropped her needle. 'Already? In this weather!?' Everyone stood up as Nerdanel came in, baby in arm. 'Nerdanel! And this must be Atarincë.' Anarië held the baby for a while, cooing over him. Once the greetings were over everything settled down. Unlike her sisters-in-laws and the queen Nerdanel brought no retinue of ladies, or men for that matter. She seemed quite happy to do everything herself. And so the night went on with little changing.

The moment when Maitimo and yourself met was under less than satisfactory circumstances. Your day had been going so well when Almiel raised objections about tending to Indis during the ball. There was a handsome courtier she had an eye on. They had made plans so sneak of while the revelries took place. While you did not object to the boy, you did take issue with Almiel sneaking off. 'Almiel, the queen will be expecting you.' Haughtily Almiel glared at you. In a fury you erupted and Almiel responded with a familiar tenderness. 'Is everything alright.' So wrapped up in anger you dismissed Amliel in an uncharacteristic flare of stress. Without even looking at this intruder she flounced off. Standing, stewing in your hot emotions, you did not take notice of Maitimo coming up behind you. 'Ah, I see your younger sister has come to court.' For a moment you were unable to speak. Then, turning around confused, you made to regail this stranger the tale of your frustration. 'I-' Mortified, you wanted to be swallowed up by a great dark hole. Maitimo was standing right before you. Oh how terrible this was!

Anger was gone replaced by complete and utter mortification. Never before had you been so embarrassed. 'Lady Y/n.' he gave you a courtly bow. In return you made a clumsy attempt at a curtsey. 'I see you are having trouble with a younger sibling.' With some relief you recalled that conversation from so long ago. yes that was right, he would understand. Still, you would rather he had never come across this mess. 'What did she refuse to do?' Why he took such an interest you did not know. 'My sister is simply being rash.' Although unhappy with her you still had no desire to see her in trouble. Instead of Maitimo simply deciding to leave, he continued his interest. 'In what way?' 'I am sorry...she does not mean to be bad.' Could you lie? Yet that felt wicked. 'My sister is young.'

Maitimo seemed to realize that to intrude further would be unbecoming. 'I did not receive any letters.' He said changing the topic. With a burning face you confessed that you though he would find it impertinent. To which he laughed and said you could do no harm in doing so. 'So, may I ask why you are down here?' Now that you thought about it, why was the prince here. This was the servants quarters and you were only down here to have a private conversation with Almiel. 'To get away from my brothers.' Smiling slightly, you told him of a small hiding place in the woods when your siblings acted up. 'I was not always a very good sister and daughter. It is after all my duty as the eldest to help.' Maitimo shrugged. 'I confess that to chastise you in this matter would be hypocrisy.' 'Do you hide often?' 'At times.' For some time the pair of you chattered away about siblings. You learned many things, the antics of his third eldest brother, the sneaking out at night and many more.

Sunset had fallen by the time you two broke apart. Afterwards, two days later, you wrote a letter.

Notes passed back and forth between the pair. Even after Maitimo left for his fathers castle in the mountains. About every second week there was a letter, either from you to Maitimo or the other way around. This was you found out Maitimo, aside from having a very elegant manner of writing, was a gossip. By Eru he could give you and the other ladies a run for your money. Letters were a very interesting affair.

By this time Maitimo had become a sort of facet in your life. Not overwhelming, but there. Whenever he would visit the two of you would sit and talk for a while. It was a relationship no one but the two of you knew. Although you liked your friends there was something absolutely delicious about having this secret.

And so years went by before the next great change in your relationship, where it became friendship.

The reason one would not call this a "friendship" before is because it lacked substance. There was joy to be found but it is like the acquaintance between two who regularly sit beside each other yet do not interact apart from that.

This time it was you visiting him. Or rather your mistress visiting his mother. The palace Nerdanel had been allocated upon her marriage was smaller than most but very lovely. You supposed this was the only way Nerdanel and Anarië could met up when not at Tirion. According to Maitimo his father would sooner set himself on fire than allow the "pestilent of the half-brother" enter (although Curufinwë would sooner have said invaded) his domain. Nerdanel had greeted Anarië group before everyone had tea. Once formalities were over everyone could do as their hearts desired. Here was far more relaxed than the palace. Varya, Faniel and yourself took a stroll in the large garden. Everything was overgrown and that simplicity excited you. The only downside was ílë's absence. Despite that you were determined to make the most of it.

'You must love this Y/n.' Faniel said. 'Yes this is very lovely.' 'Not doubt when you get married you will own a lovely garden.' A sinking feeling settled in the pit of your belly. gardening was not your calling. But with no gift gardening was all you could think of doing. 'Do you think Queen Indis will join us?' Varya picked some lavender. You could have kissed her with relief. 'No. At least there are no plans as of yet.' You said, disappointed. 'Well I hope so. You should know Ereme had yet to give my gold ribbon back.' Faniel huffed. 'Why not ask for it back?' Varya asked. 'I intend to. She should have given it back long ago.' 'Then you would be within your right to accost her soundly.' The two girls agreed, you remained silent. 'Could I accost someone?' You did not dare voice your worries.

Maitimo had quite suddenly strolled onto the path. In fact he had quite nearly ran into the three of you. Quickly curtsies were made. 'Rise up. I see my aunt has arrived. I must say hello...Y/n! How are you?' Both your friends looked at you in astonishment. 'V-very well.' You tried to make the smile seem natural but the stares were nearly intolerable. He did not dally very long. Soon he was off and the interrogation begun.

'You never told us!' 'What is the nature of the relationship?' 'How did the two of you meet?'

The barrage, well intentioned, made you want to flee. You told them it was hardly a relationship. That all this amounted to was writing meaningless words. Unsatisfied, they eventually stopped when it became clear you were as yielding as iron. After swearing them to silence the walk continued and nothing more was spoken. At least on that day.

'Turcafinwë!' Maitimo was not shouting at you. Still it was frightening. Normally so calm, Maitimo now seemed apoplectic with rage. You had not meant to overhear this conversation. Having been dismissed early that day, the few menial duties being done, today was given over to pleasure. Hiding behind a bush you read The Queen's Ballads, written and based off the love Queen Varda had for King Manwë. Daytime was spent enjoying stories of love when the commotion quite rudely disturbed you. Getting up you saw Maitimo towering over his silver haired brother. A few feet away was Huan, the rather large dog Turkafinwë owned.

'In the house! Turcafinwë what have it told you!' You would have ran away, and would have, had a tear not rolled down Turkafinwë's cheek. feeling moved to pity you stepped forward. 'Is everything alright?' Maitimo did a double take. 'No. We are quite alright.' His tone was clipped, eyes still on Turcawinë. Now you truly wanted to flee, but Turcafinwë looked at you so imploringly it was impossible. 'What did he do.' Shooting his brother an petulant look, he said; 'Let a filthy Huan into the house.' Looking over at the golden haired dog you saw a fine layer of mud on his paws. Oh dear. 'And now I will be the one who has to clean this mess up!' Large muddy pawprints lead their way up to the house. His anger seemed to understandable. Still, years of having to look after Cirdan and Almiel made you use to such scenes. Although never had such a large dog been brought into the house.

'Why do we not get maids or servants?' 'Because I will be blamed for this. Even though my brother here is practically grown.' 'Such is our lot.' You said, trying to take the sting out of the situation. When Maitimo still looked sour you offered to assist in the clean up. 'You need not trouble yourself.' Insisting, Maitimo eventually relented. And so for hours the three of you busily got to work. Such labor was nearly backbreaking, yet it was all worth it. As sun set the floors were practically glittering. Afterwards Turcafinwë made himself scarce. Exhausted Maitimo and yourself collapsed on the entrance stairs. 'I thank you.' 'It is no problem.' 'Ah yes. Two younger siblings.' he nodded 'I recon not as exhausting as so many brothers.' 'You speak truthfully.'

That was when you said something that transformed the relationship. Mere acquaintances rarely touch on anything too deep. Normally such sentiments are kept to those better known. But with your guard down and feeling utterly relaxed, you said; 'In truth I find it quite unfair. I mean, what if we are older? Should we constantly shoulder every burden simply on account of being born first?' Maitimo's head came up. Then he was on his feet pacing. 'You are quite right. Sometimes I find it quite infuriating.' Quite agreeing, and feeling deep seated frustration you had never given words to, you told him of how despite the love, there was resentment. 'She tore apart mummy's dress and I got the blame.' Years later the injustice still stung. Maitimo was an attentive audience. 'And your own troubles must be greater, as a prince.' He nodded. 'Tis true.' Looking out onto the sunset, you said 'If only I had the strength to tell others my feelings.' You could not imagine telling your parents this. They would be greatly disappointed and that worried you. 'Sometimes it is alright to draw a line.' The light shimmered in his bright blue eyes, and the two of you took each other in.

This was the true beginning. From that point on your relationship changed. No longer was he a mere prince but one so entrenched in your mind. Two days later Maitimo met you in the tea room and proudly told you of how he spoke to Nerdanel. 'I promise I was perfectly polite with my mother. But I told her in no uncertain terms that would I take responsibility for my siblings actions which are not of my doing.' Smiling, you congratulated him on the victory. If only you were so resolute.

This relationship brought many things to your mind. the more you bared to Maitimo the more you wondered about certain aspects of your life. Timid and shy, you told him of how you wished to be free, to make your own choices. He was sympathetic and told you of his woes concerning Curufinwë. 'It is just to very hard Y/n. He pulls me one way when my heart feels another. I love my cousins and yet he seeks to tear us apart.' As more and more was revealed you finally shared a great secret. 'I do not have a gift.' Like telling some dark secret you whispered it. Sitting in a room alone the two of you need not worry for eavesdroppers. 'Are you sure?' Maitimo questioned. 'I mean, what talent do I have? Everyone said I was good at gardening so that is what I chose.' Maitimo thought for a moment. 'What if your gift transcends such physical tasks?' 'Sorry?' You puzzled over what he had said. 'I think not everyone's gift is physical.' You gave him s small smile. 'That is kind of you to say.' 'No I mean it. What is my fathers gift?' You wasted no time in saying; 'He's a smith.' 'That is true. But it is not what sustains him, not like what music is for Maglor. It is the fire within him. His will to be great. His fire. That alone makes him great. Each elf belongs to something that makes us one with the world. An essence that dwells within us. I too have no physical gift. Sure, I excel at a great many things. But I have a feeling there is something else. Something that I belong to.' You pondered on his statement for a long time.

'See? No more garden.' Your parents had been quite shocked to find a prince come to visit. Once the walls of formality were down Maitimo did not bother with displays of majesty. He visited you as any normal person might visit a friend. Now everyone knew the prince was your friend, which was quite embarrassing. Today the two of you made war on your part of the garden. 'There. Do with this area as you will.' The two of you looked at the place where flowers and fruits once grew. You liked gardens, but laying waste to this area was liberating. When you were little mother had said this small plot of land could be yours. To do with as you wished. Feelin pressured to garden you planted there. But now it was time to truly make it yours.

The plants and fruit was not put to waste. Maitimo helped you make and make jam, and bundle up flowers to give up. Once that was done you raced back out to your plot of land and spun around. 'Look Maitimo! Its all mine!' Giggling like a child you danced on the grave of deception. Maitimo joined in the revelry, not caring how ridiculous the pair of you looked.

Your parents were to come home before dinnertime. While meat cooked in the oven you went upstairs to change. Maitimo stayed downstairs to keep an eye on things. After a while you came downstairs to find Maitimo reading. To your surprise it was The Queen's Ballads which had him so enthralled. Maitimo had once said romance books, while not wholly unappealing, were not his style. Yet it seemed he was not entirely honest. Just as you had been dishonest about your "gift". Making a noise, Maitimo jumped up blushing furiously. Nearly falling over with laughter, you tried to console him while in the grips of laughter. When you finally calmed down Maitimo looked like a tomato. It was not Maitimo reading romance that was so funny, but his abashed reaction which sparked hilarity.

'Wait no! Do not put it away.' Maitimo paused in the act of hiding his shame. 'I did not mean to tease you. Just your reaction.' Still looking abashed, Maitimo sat down. You walked over and looked to see which ballad he was on. 'Do you like this book?' he nodded. 'I thought you did not like romance.' Maitimo looked down at his feet. 'I do not mind it.' 'But why hide it?' Taking him by the chin, you tilted his face up. 'I told you my secrets, now you should tell me yours.' Your smile made him smile. And the two of you spent the remaining day reading. Just as he encouraged honesty from you, so did you in him.

When you fell in love with Maitimo one could not say. The pair of you were around each other so often it was hard to tell. Often these days he came around to court. The two of you would spent time talking about books while going on long walks. These meetings normally took place in private. It was better than way. Now that it was known the prince was your friend lots of questions were asked. Thankfully Anarië put a stop to it, and other events took their course so that soon this matter was forgotten.

Laurelin's light covered the sky in its great golden blanket. Nearly hidden by tall grass Maitimo and yourself gazed upwards. 'My father would never, imagine!' His words had merit. Curufinwë would rather pitch a fit than subject himself to the loathsome embrace of a romance novel. 'Ridiculous things.' He would say. This came from an elf who married one bar beneath him. For Nerdanel was not of royal stock, nor was she very beautiful. At least in the conventional way. It was her mind and spirit Curufinwë fell in love with. You told Maitimo their own story was quite like a romance novel itself. The pair of you nearly laughed and imagined how Maitimo's father might make of that statement.

'Your father would be the princess.' Maitimo snorted. 'Well, he is royalty.' The statement was so ridiculous Maitimo looked ready to heave up his lunch. If someone came across the field they would hear giggling. But no one did. 'What would I be then?' He asked. Sitting up with a straight far, the replied; 'The troll'. 'Hey!' He gently pocked you in the side in well humored reproach. 'What would you be then?' Maitimo had settled back down onto the ground. 'I? Why, I would be a queen.' Being silly, you stuck your nose into the air in what you felt a very good imitation of his father. 'Oh? And why is that?' You shrugged. It seems like the best roll, so long as one it not the villain. Do you not think I would make a good queen.' 'I think you would make a rather fine one.' After that, Maitimo settled into silence. You suddenly realized he was not entirely at ease. 'Maitimo?' 'Yes?' 'Are you alright.' His cheeks turned slightly pink. 'Its my grandfather the king. He wishes me to marry.' Your own face heated up. 'To whom?' He shrugged. 'They have no one in mind. But they all seem to think that because my father and uncles married early I will to. And the woman I marry may one day be a future queen.'

For the first time a sick twist of jealousy reared up within you. Slight nausea crawled in the pits of your belly. The idea of this unchosen woman (whoever she might be in the future) sickened you. It was an ugly emotion you were not entirely familiar with. Naturally you had felt jealousy before. Only never before had it been so powerful, or painful. 'Do...do you have anyone in mind?' You dared. 'No one as of yet.' This should have made you happy. Instead you felt plunged into the depths of sadness.

King Finwë was not the only one considering Maitimo's options. Those were hard days. Everyone else seemed keen to touch on the subject, everyone expect you. While countless maidens would no doubt be disappointed when someone was finally chosen, they would move on. Maitimo was merely a fantasy they would soon forget. But he was your friend and you had the horrid feeling that when he married, you would be utterly heartbroken. At night, alone in your room, you prayed to the Valar for guidance. If only there was some remedy. To either cast off these feelings or for him to return them. You liked to imagined he loved you. Yet you were convinced that was day dreaming.

'Y/n dear, are you well?' Nerdanel was an unfamiliar person to you. Kind, but not one you have ever been well acquainted with. The two of you sat in her tea room. An invitation had been issued to you by Maitimo. Having arrived early Nerdanel graciously allowed you inside. Maitimo was still out hunting with his brothers at this time. For the past few days Maitimo's future had nearly consumed you. Yesterday there had been a rumor of Maitimo being seen with an elleth. Torment had gripped you until it was revealed to be some cousin on his mothers side, not him.

'I am very well. Last night I did not sleep so well.' Nerdanel had a way of looking at you. Like she could see far beyond. Nerdanel's silver blue eyes were so like her eldest sons. But there was a depth to them no other had. Telperion's light alone could match it. 'My son is eager to see you.' Did she know? Feeling bashful, you wondered if she could truly see things. 'As am I.' You tried a smile but it was forced. 'My son sets much by you.' You nearly collapsed right then and there. 'That is...kind of him.' Trying not to stutter, it became harder by the minute to remain composed. Perhaps she did not like you. Oh Eru that would be wretched. 'My son talks a lot about you. He said the two of you met up when Huan was loose.' This time the smile was real. 'Yes. I remember that. Maitimo was quite irate.' 'I have no doubt about that. Afterwards Maitimo quite refused to deal with Turcafinwë's antics.' You wondered if she knew of your involvement in persuading him down that particular path. 'That may be for the best. His face was red as a tomato!' Idle chatter was stopped when horses came clattering into the courtyard. Standing up, the pair of you looked out the window. Maitimo's red hair was easily spotted. Nerdanel laid a strong hand on your shoulder. 'I think, Y/n, you have little to worry about. Although it will not come about of your design, I think.'

Curufinwë looked down at you with those hard grey eyes. Before you he stood, looking at you like one gazing upon something unpleasant. You had never even exchanged words with the eldest prince, only knowing of his reputation. Crimson red hung over his figure, reminding you of those childhood tales about angry spirits. His black hair hung about him like some shroud. Hands clutched each other as you attempted to remain outwardly calm. Any moment you expected him to come flying at you shrieking like some harpy. Surrounding him were other such cold hearted elves. Only ílë had been allowed to accompany you. Even with her presence you felt utterly defenseless.

'I hear you have been around my son.' He made it sound like you were some leech, rather than his sons friend. You tried to say something, anything to defend yourself. A look of outrage crossed his face and you wanted to flee. Fainting seemed preferable. 'Have you anything to say?' Shaking your head, you considered running, pride be damned. Your silence only seemed to spur him on. 'It would seem you have taken to my son Maitimo in some way. You are often seen together, you in his wake. I wonder what you mean by it.' Finally, you spoke. 'We are simply friends.' The words were weak, pitiful. Yet Curufinwë seemed to hold no pity. 'If you are a spy, which I believe you to be, then I will seek retribution! Do not think be blind of my half-brothers machinations! A sly cunning creature you may be, but I am not to be fooled. Do not think me like some young love smittened boy. Is that what you think I am!'

This was worse than you had imagined. Tears welled up in your eyes, body shaking. An elf, looking worried, leaned over and whispered something to Cururfinwë. 'Are you bought by this display!' He turned on his companion. The elf bowed and stepped back. His companions were starting to look uncomfortable. Curufinwë did not seem to notice, or at least not care. His attention was back on you, his victim. 'The house of Nolofinwë will not be intertwined with me and mine. This foolish girl is not fit for my sons company. I will speak with my father the king and he will deal with you. Now get out!'

You fled, ílë hot on your heals. Sobs bubbled from your throat in painful gasped. Everything swam before you in the race to safety. Like a wild animal was chasing after you, you ran, not even noticing ílë calling out. Reaching your room you slammed the door shut and slid to the ground. For how long you cried one could not say. Eventually someone did knock and you stumbled to your feet. There on the threshold stood Anarië. 'Your poor girl.' She pulled you into a warm embrace. For a moment you stood there rigidly, then relaxed and cried anew. Once you were suitably calm she lead you to bed. 'Warm tea and a good nights sleep. You need not attend me tomorrow.' Someone pushed back the covers. Slipping into bed you were given a cup. A taste of mint, and you started to doze off. Soon you slipped into sleep, Anarië's thin fingers stroking your hair.

You did not witness the next days happenings. But Faniel, Varya and ílë regaled you with the details. Apparently Curufinwë had gone to the king, who agreed to your banishment. But the next morning Anarië had stormed in and brought her brother-in-law to task. There had been an uproar as the two exchanged words, none kind. Eventually the king and Nolofinwë had to break them apart. After both had pleaded their cases the king made his final decision. You would only temporarily be sent away, and not officially. It stung that you were to suffer such a punishment, but it was the best that could be done. The next day your things were packed up. Your friends and lady bid farewell. 'We will see you soon.' Promised Anarië taking your hands. Her words made you want to seep. She had been so kind. Giving a curtsey, you said; 'I thank you for your kindness.' And with one last look at the devastated look on your friends faces, you were gone.

Your parents were sympathetic. Rather than chastise you for improper conduct, they were kind. Your mother ranted about Curufinwë, saying things you did not think she would say. 'This shame is not on you, but that odious prince!' Home was much the same as it had been since both its daughters left. Cirdan was still at home. Nearly an adult, he was good at writing. His room was filled with scrolls and books. Days were spent listening to his thoughts of various writers, and what he would create next. Staying at home was not so terrible. You received plenty of letters from friends and Almiel. Old acquaintances greeted you warmly. Everything seemed well, so despite the injustice of it all you felt better.

Once the shock had worn off you now had the chance to think on your situation. Every time you remembered Curufinwë's chastisement your face burned with anger. Everyone you spoke to agreed this was badly done. If only you could tell Curufinwë yourself. One could dream. Missing your friends, it became hard to make new ones. You sent a note to each of them, this was not the end. Maitimo's letter was the hardest to write. Apologizing for all the trouble caused, you begged his pardon and offered to give space if so desired. Crying, you had sent it out with a heavy heart. Perhaps you were not wholly innocent. He was likely suffering because of your friendship. Believing this was the end you swept for days.

Some nights you slipped out of the house into the woods. Cloak obscuring your identity, the lonely figure with a broken heart wandered into its shadows. Telperion as your only light you traveled down old paths half forgotten. On your neck was a pendant bearing the insignia of Nienna. May the Lady of tears take mercy on you. All you could think of doing was waiting for things to get better.

You would go back home, where your parents absolutely forbid you from ever speaking from Maitimo again. Reluctantly you consented out of habit.

"Hello, I hope this is not an intrusion. I am here to see your daughter Y/n.' Maitimo's voice made you nearly drop the book. Hardly daring to believe it you stood up on shaking legs. Presently you were completely unprepared for visitors, much less a prince. Even if he was a friend. Grabbing a robe to throw over your evening dress, you stood there frozen in your room. A knock sounded at your door and mother pocked her head in. 'Y/n, you have a friend.' Nervously you followed her down the stairs. Standing by the entrance was Maitimo. He did not look angry, on the contrary Maitimo looked delighted to see you. 'Y/n, I hope you are well.' Coming down the steps you unconvincingly told him everything just fine. Naturally no one believed this, poor liar that you were.

Maitimo had suggested a walk, just the two of you. Likely for the best as this was not something your parents needed to witness. Walking into the woods you followed Maitimo, all the while wondering what to say. Convinced Maitimo was here to break things off you tried to remain calm. 'Do not cry.' Not that you were ever good at this. Emotional by nature you were disposed to weeping. Every step sent leaves rustling on the ground. Each time you wondered when Maitimo would speak.

'I am sorry for what my father said.' 'Its alright.' 'No it is not. I will have you know the pair of us have hardly spoken to one another since.' This did not make you feel any better. 'Please do not on my account. I would hate to be the cause of any discord within your family.' Maitimo snorted. 'If anyone had caused trouble it is my father.' 'Does he truly believe I am a spy?' Maitimo sighed. 'I hardly know the mind of my own father.' For a few more steps the pair of you walked. 'When will you come back to court. I plan to stay a while longer.' Feeling a chill you replied; 'I do not know. Your aunt may call upon me soon.' 'Happy to hear that. I miss your presence.' Did he still desire your friendship? The momentary elation was quickly quashed with the knowledge that this could not continue. He was already in enough trouble as it was. And who is to say he will continue this friendship. At the walks end you promised Maitimo your friendship, not having the bravery to indicate otherwise.

Maitimo stood before you, arms crossed. For the first time he had a frown on his face. Anarië had summoned you back to court after a short time. Thankfully Curufinwë had left with most of his family. Most except his wife and eldest son. Avoiding Maitimo you had kept to your tasks. Two weeks past in this vain, until Maitimo tracked you down. 'Sorry. Lady Anarië requires my attendants.' Eyes downcast, you tried to hold back the tears. 'Have I given a reason for offense.' Tea rattled in its cup. 'I hold nothing against you My Prince. You have given me no offense.' To your surprise Maitimo's hands touch yours. Looking up, you realized his eyes were oddly bright. You felt like dying right then and there. For the first time you felt small, something disgusting and worthless. Many time in your life you had felt lesser, but never like this. Because you could not help not having a gift. Yet you had made the decision, completely of your own free will, to hurt him. You tried to convince yourself that this was for the best. In truth you had not the heart the pursue this. With no fire burning in your soul, you could not stand up to royalty or handle a broken heart, which would solely be the outcome of all this.

'My father sees sense Y/n. We do not love each other and....and he knows that now.' Nothing could have hurt more than those words. What sin had you committed that the Valar should punish you so harshly? A tear rolled down your cheek. Immediately Maitimo pulled out a handkerchief and wiped away the tears. While meant to be comforting it only threw you into greater turmoil. His words and touch hurt more than if he had slapped you. You knew it would come to this. Maitimo would never come to love you. And in time he would completely forget about some silly little girl who once loved him.

'I beg your pardon, My Prince. But we can no longer continue this friendship. It grieves me to hurt you so, but it is best if we part ways.' For a few moments Maitimo stares at you. There was a mixture if hurt and shock on his face that made you want to weep. For a few moments he just looked at you with those eyes. Eyes that were a mixture if blue and grey, giving them a silver look in Laurelin's light. 'Is this because of my father. For I can assure you he will do no such thing again. My aunt and the king brought him to task for it.' Any other might have felt relief at such words. But the warnings from your parents and Curufinwë overpowered your personal desires. All your life you had obeyed the commands of others. So engrained in you it was that to do elsewise was beyond you. And so you acted their decision.

'I am sorry.' Was all you could say. And you could hear his breath pick up. Avoiding his eyes you looked to the floor. Maitimo's stance suddenly changed. You felt him go ridged before saying; 'Very well. I bid you good day, My Lady.' Formally he bowed, turned on his heel. and left. Watching Maitimo go you could only think of the look in his eyes. He left you alone in that hall with only loneliness and self disgust for you inner weakness.

When your parents said you best come home it was obeyed. Anarië was sad to see you go. Faniel and Varya were sad to see you go, and ílë was nearly in tears. The room you had lived in for years was emptied of all your things. It went back to the cold room you arrived in long ago. Never did you imagine coming into Anarië's service would cause you such pain. Once this place had felt foreign, bit leaving it made you feel empty. All your friends would be torn from you. And Maitimo...oh what had you done. He was a Tirion no longer, having gone to his fathers castle. There was no farewell, no last words. You thought he hated you. And one day you would be a mere memory. He would move on and find another more worthy of his love. And you would whither away dreaming of what could have been. This state was most hateful and it had been of your own making.

It rained all the way back to home. Cold rain and strong wind battered against the carriage. Beating and raging, you felt a strange satisfaction. Unable to express your full pain in any meaningful form you liked to think the weather expressed it. From Tirion to home the pain accompanied you, and lingered longer. When you arrived on their footstep your mother pulled you in close. Weeping in her arms you did not tell her the full extent of your pain. Never before had you felt so small. Like a child you had allowed everyone to pull you where they willed. You might as well be a child for all the good that did.

You bedroom was done up. Mother had placed flowers on your night table and windowsill. The sheets smelled like lavender like all those years ago. Books suited to your tastes sat in the bookshelf, waiting for you to read them. Anyone would think this the loveliest room in all of Valinor. But as the door shut behind you, it felt like a prison.

The story might have ended there. In fact, your role in this chapter had ended. Your part was played, your use spent. Now all that was left was the actions of others more willful than yourself. There were however three who still had their part to play. In Tirion palace two women stayed up and pondered what to do. Almiel had plead with Indis that she might take a short break. Once granted she speed of the Nerdanel's castle were her eldest son currently resided. Lady Anarië pondered over Y/n's condition. She was not blind to the situation and her eldest son had told her of Maitimo's plight. So that very night she picked up her pen and wrote three letters. Almiel would see Maitimo first. She convinced him of her sisters great love for him. Shortly there after he and Nerdanel received letters. Anarië pleaded Y/n's case so effectively that Maitimo immediately set out.

One fine summers day you sat looking out a window. The market just a few blocks away brought most of the town to its stalls. You watched couples go, arm in arm and felt miserable. Worst yet, it was partly one of your own making. You wondered what Maitimo was doing now. Was he still wroth? You wondered how you might act once news would come of his marriage. That would be an evil day for you. How would you be able to bear it? You imagined walking arm in arm towards the market, in a world where you made the decisions. Your imagination was so overcoming that you could actually see him.

A tall elf with tumbling red hair was walking towards your house. At first you thought it a mere illusion before he looked up and Maitimo's eyes met yours. You could hardly believe it. What was he doing here? Remaining seated, you watched him knock on the door and your parents greet him. Soon he was on the second floor. For a moment the two of you simply stared before he walked over. Kneeling down, he took your hand in his. 'Y/n, if you would hear my case then please listen. I know there are those who would have us part, but I want you to know that is not my wish. Nor do I think it yours. So if you will have me, I swear to love and cherish you to the end of my days. But if you say no then I will press you no further. I leave the choice in your hands. Send be a letter with your answer.' He pressed a kiss to your hands, bid you goodbye, and left.

Afterwards you parents were won over. They saw what you desired and championed his and your cause. And so that night you wrote a letter.

Maitimo slide the silver band on your finger. Applause erupted throughout the great hall as hundreds who had assembled to witness the marriage of Curufinwë's eldest son, stood up. Rainbow flooded into the hall as as light came through stain glass windows. All your friends and family had come. A crown resembling daisies intertwined sat upon your head, a dress white as snow fluttering with every move. As you advanced down the stairs well wishers pilled in and it took nearly and hour to leave. The fresh morning air was a blessed relief as the pair of you walked towards the carriage. Now inside and alone, Maitimo took you by the chin and pressed a kiss to your lips. His eyes were so beautiful. Cradled close, you had never felt so loved. But there was one thing looming over you. This should have been the happiest day of your life. The day you married the elf you loved. But you knew that despite your merry state, you had hardly played a role in it.

Notes:

I want to thank everyone for being so patient in waiting for part two. It has been a few months but I want you guys to know I have not abandoned this fic. Part two was a bit difficult to write as I kept changing things about the readers backstory 😅. The next chapter will not take as long (hopefully).

I wanted this chapter the demonstrate the readers lack of autonomy in her own narrative. She makes very few decisions in her own life. It is only when others such as Almiel take action that she is able to accomplish her desires. While the reader certainly consents to the marriage others are the driving forces. In a way this links her with Maitimo's plight later on. Maitimo and his brothers follow their father with full faith in his guidance. Despite the fact they are full grown the sons seem to find it difficult to disobey Feanor. Although Maitimo does refuse to burn the ships, showing he is more likely to disobey than the rest, there is still that compulsion to follow. We will get more into Maitimo in the next chapter. After chapter 3 we will have less flashbacks.

Daisies have several different associations in various cultures however they are usually affiliated with attributes such as humility and innocents. They are a reflection of the readers current world before everything went down. This will be brought up again in later chapters.

I also want to thank everyone for your patients. The past few months have been very busy.

[lamemaster]

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

Summary: a glimpse of how do your in-laws see your relationship with Maitimo.

genre: fluff

Some people are born to love, with the perfect recipe to find their other half. It's truly satisfying to witness their love. Even Tyelkormo, the gremlin of the Feanorian household, could see it. You and Nelyo were annoyingly good for each other. Every moment he witnessed you two together, he couldn't help but notice how beautifully the world shaped itself around you and his eldest brother.

Seated on the farthest couch, he observes as you follow Nelyo, trailing behind him with a befuddled look. Of course, his brother was late for court, again. "By Illuvatar!" Nelyo exclaims, one minute away from turning over the living room. "I swear I left my brooch here." The redhead is busy turning over the entire cabinet and you merely turn to wink at Tyelko, who remains mildly amused.

Tyelko watches as you walk to his mountain of a brother and gently turn him, whispering, "Here," as you open your fist with the brooch magically resting in it. "You forgot to take it off last night," you add as Nelyo returns to normal. Standing on your toes, you pull Nelyo closer, and for a moment, Tyelko wonders if he should leave, but he stops when you clip the brooch on Nelyo's cloak.

Tyelko can't help but witness the adoration in his brother's eyes, the soft look that melts with Laurelin's rays. For the next hour, he finds himself unable to move as he observes the subtle dance between you and Nelyo. It's as if you know his brother's needs better than Nelyo himself. His brooch, his papers, his quill, his satchel. Nelyafinwe's world revolves around you.

Nerdanel quickly figures out that her eldest is sulking, but the realization leaves her gawking at an unfinished statue. Maitimo doesn't notice the change in her expression, and thank Illuvatar for that! By some miracle, Nerdanel doesn't drop her chisel.

"I mean I've already looked over all the arrangements for the month. I've finished my court duties. Yet, I can't go," Maitimo drapes himself over the nearest chaise.

It's barely been two days since you left to visit your parents, a visit that is supposed to last a month. A month that Nerdanel suspects won't come to fruition if left to her eldest. "I barely have anything to do, amil," Maitimo whines. He's whining! Nerdanel finds herself with a 500-year-old elfling moping next to her, all because he misses you. He came to her to complain or maybe hear the words he really wanted - a suggestion to visit you.

Ai, Maitimo. Nerdanel resists the urge to coo at her son. Her son has always been the responsible one, and to watch him like this...Nerdanel can't help but find it endearing. Today, she won't give him the satisfaction of the answer he craves. For now, she wants to enjoy watching her son act petulantly.

Maybe tomorrow she would 'suggest' him to visit you.

The first time Maitimo brought Kano to meet you, he wore his best clothes. Kano, being a prince, had plenty of good tunics to choose from, so he carefully weighed the merits of each piece of clothing in his wardrobe the day before meeting you.

He had been excited to get an inside scoop on Maitimo's secret before any of his other brothers. Even his amil and atar had yet to find out.

But then, Makalaure met you in an unsuspecting garden, and a normal day turned into a life-changing event. He knew from the moment he met you that you were special to his brother and why.

You were kind and attentive, complimenting Kano on his tunic and listening intently to his compositions, praising every one of his songs. In Kano's eyes, you were the only one worthy of his brother.

Maitimo was all smiles, a contrast to his usual mid-day scowl. Kano noticed his brother's meticulously brushed and intricately braided hair, as well as the ruby hairpin holding your hair back. The lifted corners of his brother's mouth were enough indication that Maitimo was pleased. Immensely pleased must he add.

Even now, Kano can remember your shocked expression and Maitimo's flustered mumbling when he accidentally called you "nesa" at the end of your first meeting.

It didn't take long before you became Kano's nesa, his first sister-in-law, and the one he felt closest to.

[eunoiaastralwings]

This ask has been on my mind since like FOREVER 💗💗💗💗💗💗

I was wondering if you could do a feanorians x little brother ft nolofinwe where y/n was born very weak and frail but was still loved by his family dearly just that because of his frail body he's constantly bullied and hit by other elflings (and maybe some adults). Whenever he sees his brothers and father he feels so utterly useless but bottles everything up .

Make it end up in fluff please 🙏🙏

Thank you and have a wonderful day/night ❣️

characters feanorians x little brother reader ft. Fingolfin

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n am still uneasily writing about kids - so I made it into a headcanon. Idk if this is what you intended am sorry - so you can request else where because idk what else to do this - but I hope you at least like it @oggy4god

warnings angry overprotective family members xD

FEANOR:

As your dad - expect him to treat you the same as any other of your brothers. He doesn’t care whether or not you were born weak - Feanor still wants to achieve your goals and dreams, like each of his other sons did. He would help you achieve it too. 

Eru forbid if he witnesses anyone bullying you he will turn their lives to literal hell. He would protect you with his might and title - the most important to him being a father. He will allow no harm to come upon you. After your bullying incidents he keep just an extra eye and care on you - letting you know you can always talk to him. He will be extra caring on your side. 

If you ever feel useless compared to him - he will tell you otherwise and make you shine with your skills, no matter how small they may be, he is so proud of you.

NERDANEL:

I love her, OK? I could not miss your hot momma out. Just like Feanor, she wouldn’t see you any less. You receive a little more attention from her (sometimes your brothers are a little jealous of this but they understand and love you) - more care too. She will encourage you and help you every step of the way to help you achieve your dreams - she sits with you day and night.

Nerdanel is someone who doesn’t like to use the terms “weak” or people referring to you having a “condition” - she likes to think you were extra blessed by Eru, especially when you start to show your kindness and uniqueness to the world - showing your hidden talents. She is the proudest mother - and she shows it.

Your mother would be first to witness the change in your moods - you starting to get depressed. She knows you very well and finds the reasons behind it without having to even question. She likes to deal with it quietly - but if your bullies ceases to stop, she is not afraid to take it to the next level. If she uses her title among the Nolder for anyone, it will be for her children - especially you darling.

Sometimes she cries herself to sleep - thinking about all that you had to face alone and how hard it must have been for you and why you didnt come to her.

In seeing you like this - she understands depression and other mental illnesses so she advises and helps to start therapy or retreats among elves - knowing it is more common than one would think.

Oh - and if it comes to having to get getting revenge on the kindergarten moms who bullied her kid. . . oh, she will ! ! !

Nerdanel consoles her son -and then takes her revenge on those who mistreated him.

MAEDHROS:

As your oldest brother - he advises you like a 2nd father, he isn’t afraid to step in when Feanor is away to come and protect you. He lets you take it a little more easier in training. When you cannot achieve anything as fast as your brothers - he sits down next to you and comforts you with small pet talks. He tries to make you feel better about yourself by telling the number of times he failed before achieving something - letting you know how things take time and life isn’t about a race. Mae tells you to believe in yourself and that is the most important thing - he tells you to listen to yourself and the people that are family - “They say many things - but you mustn’t listen to them, but to the people you keep in here” - points to your heart.

When you finally learn to achieve a level in your training - he has the biggest proud face. He picks you up and places you on his shoulders, cheering for you. 

MAGLOR:

While your mother invites therapy for mental health - your big brother Maglor creates songs to boost up your self esteem. Ever seen music fights? - Yes, he does that to your bullies, before filling you with a heart warming and encouraging song like in those Disney movies - he becomes Baloo (The Jungle Book) or even Genie (Aladdin).

He becomes your personal cheerleader - singing from the top of his lungs as Mae carries you on his shoulders.

CELEGORM:

While he doesn’t show it well - he loves you greatly. If he ever sees anyone bullying you and making you feel bad about yourself - big bad brother Tyelko is going to threaten the very lives of your bullies, he becomes the bully of your bullies LMAOO.

He then feels better and drops in front of you - wrapping his arm around your shoulder insisting you go for a hunt that’s the only way he knows how to comfort. Otherwise he gets either Nerdanel, Mae or Maglor.

Expect Huan to be the bestest boi to protect you from big bad brother Tyelko is away to bully the bullies that tried to hurt you.

CARANTHIR:

If anyone learns of you being mistreated first, it is your overprotective big brother Cara - he sees red when he sees or hears of someone bullying you. Cara would straight up punch them in the face - he doesn’t care who/what they are: “HOW DARE YOU EVEN THINK OF LAYING A HAND ON MY BABY BROTHER?!”

His words are searing with deadly anger - making them cower in fear. He will make sure they apologize to you - the one that you deserve. While Cara is caring, initially he is mad at you for hiding or bottling up everything. Afterwards he vows to let no harm come to you. Cara knows what it is like to be judged on - because of his ruddy freckles skin. 

Slowly the both of you become closer to each other like this - gradually opening up to each other and he has the proudest look on his face when he sees you defending him, small tears even gathers in his eyes.

CURUFIN:

Like Cara - he is so mad you had no one told anyone of your mistreatments, he will report straight to Feanor. He doesn’t know how to comfort - he never learnt that so he pulls you to the others to give you comfort, though he becomes the extra pair of eyes to protect you from anyone who dares to mistreat you. He can be a little hard on you at times - but when he learns he’s causing you hurt too he immediately stops - he does care deeply for you but he doesn’t know how to help you otherwise.

AMBARUSSA:

Please - if your older twin brothers ever sees someone hurting you - expect them to prank (and scare) the life out of them. They are letting no one hurt you in any way - they take on their roles of becoming your big brothers very seriously - even if at times it seems like it doesn’t.

Sometimes during training they purposefully fall behind you making you go ahead of them or failing on pretend - because they love seeing that triumphant amazed smile on your face once in a while. They will literally do anything to make you happy - once even daring to cut the hair of your school teacher that was giving you a hard time - “He doesn’t deserve it - if he cannot treat someone as amazing you right ! ! ! - Even Atar isn’t mad at us!”

FINGOLFIN:

Best Uncle Nolofinwë seeing this precious little nephew getting mistreated? - Oh, he will not allow such a thing to happen, for a split second he is about to lose his anger like your father - but he controls it and does it the right way of reporting it and making sure they achieve their punishment to even dare to think of doing such a thing to you. 

Afterwards - waiting for Feanor to come, he will take your hands in his and talk to you in a calm caring voice - telling you it is OK to feel like the way you and that everyone does feel like this once in a while - but the most important this is not let it cast you down: “You may think you only feel like this, young one - but we all do. . .Some are better at hiding than others and it is never good to hide it. We must accept that sometimes we need a little help. . .a little encouragement from the bad thoughts - and most importantly. . .you must never let these thoughts or words of others plague your heart, my dearest little nephew. . .”

Feanor is a little jealous and scowling at how his half-brother is having a moment with his son - expect your father to be in a sour mood and scowling at Fingolfin for a few moments before he turns to you and provides you the best of comfort - also severing the punishments for your bullying while your uncle shakes his head but offers your something in between a smile and a smirk.

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[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

The Sons of Fëanor behind closed doors

Author’s note: A collection of random intimate moments between you and your favorite Fëanorian. Part 1/? There will definitely be more parts to this!

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Caranthir

Carnistir always runs warm

It doesn’t matter how cold it is outside, his temperature never seems to drop. Must be his blood cuz its boiling  

In the evening, you’ll find him looking through the bookshelves in your chambers, thinking about which one he’s going to read to you

This is a routine you have established quite early on, him being a bookworm and you loving the sound of his voice and storytelling abilities 

He always comes back to join you right when your feet start getting cold. The second he sits down beside you, you bury them underneath his legs, certified personal heater 

He shudders at the coldness and shoots you an annoyed look, scolding you about how you should put on socks. 

"You’re going to catch a cold." 

"Not when I have you right here!" You grin and are met with him rolling his eyes 

When he opens the book, you throw your arms around his neck and look over his shoulder, waiting for him to start reading, but he just seems to be flipping through the pages aimlessly, too distracted by your sudden proximity

His face grows redder with every second

You snuggle into his hot cheek, and he feels you smile against his skin.

How is he supposed to focus?? Manz is flustered

"You do remember where we left off, right?" You ask teasingly, he just clears his throat and mutters something about chapter three. When he finally finds the chapter he lets out a breath he seemed to be holding forever 

Is it hot in here? Nope, just Cara’s body temperature which is off the charts by now 

There’s something about his reading voice, the way it sounds soft like a velvet blanket, yet so sharp

And though you’d love to listen to the story, the exhaustion takes over you, leaving you half asleep on his shoulder near the chapter’s end

He puts down the book and rests his head against yours for a moment, secretly smiling to himself in pure bliss before gently picking you up and carrying you to bed

Eru, the things you do to him, but he wouldn’t have it any other way 

Maedhros

This gentle giant loves it when you play with his hands

He noticed a long time ago how fidgety you would get whenever something was making you nervous

Your anxiety shows itself in you cracking your knuckles, playing with the rings on your fingers, pulling at the fabric of your clothing 

Sometimes, however, you wouldn’t have anything to help reduce your anxiety 

He made it a habit to look for that twitch in your fingers, and whenever that happens, he just takes your hands into his

And since his hands are significantly larger than yours, it would only take one of them to encapsulate both of yours, and squeeze them reassuringly (we’re obviously talking pre-oath here oop) while the other tends to whatever it is he was doing before

Although open displays of affection are frowned upon, he considers your comfort more important than the judgement he would receive 

Let’s be real, nobody would dare to ever voice their disapproval. It’s Maedhros they’re talking to, zero fucks given here

This morning, you have been sitting next to Mai in a meeting for the longest time when one of the attendees decides to criticize some of the contributions you have made earlier. You freeze. Heart starts beating impossibly fast at the tone of his voice, pointed and condescending. Eru. Do you answer? Are you supposed to answer?! He’s looking right at you. Eruerueru-

The second Mai’s hand finds yours under the table, the tension leaves your body. 

You take it with an urgency he recognizes all too well. One of your hands holds on to his wrist while the fingers on your other one intertwine themselves with his, your thumb drawing hectic circles into his cool skin. Your grip on his wrist tightens at times and you take deep breaths, trying to remain in control 

You let go of his wrist and trace the veins on the back of his hand, trying to memorize the way his skin feels on yours, before you turn his hand around in your lap and do the same thing with the lines on his palm

His hand is relaxed in your grip, gradually transferring some of that energy to you

He’s just so tall and self assured — the complete opposite of your current state — you could find solace in his presence alone if it weren’t for your itching fingers 

Your movements become slower the longer you stay in contact with him

It’s like his fëa gathers in his hand, knowing you need it to touch you directly to come to your senses

And so the rush wears off, eventually the attendee stops talking and you are able to form a response that is just coherent enough to be said out loud in this setting

And as a result of your bond and the indemmar emerging from it, Maitimo proceeds to expand your argument in his own words, closing the case gracefully as ever without letting anything show 

You don’t know what you’d do without him, especially in situations like these 

Maglor

Contrary to popular belief, Makalaurë is a clumsy individual 

You have to give that to him, his mind seems to be running nonstop, I imagine him to always be on the edge of sensory overload — just look at the world around you, how could you not want to capture every single aspect of it in poetry and song? 

So, naturally, he’s not always fully present, at least not when he’s scribbling things on paper

You can tell whether to talk to him or leave him to his affairs by the way he’s sitting, the speed and loudness of the quill on his paper.

The more he hunches his back, the more he squints his eyes, chews on his lower lip, the messier his handwriting appears, the jerkier he moves the quill — that’s when you know not to disturb him

Although sometimes, you yourself are quite preoccupied and forget about it

"LAURË!" you call out as you burst into his room, feet stomping on the wooden planks so enthusiastically their creaking could be mistaken for a cat screaming after having been stepped on its tail 

Poor Laurë is so startled, he jumps out of his skin, dies and is reborn all at once

The quill in his hand slides across the paper with the sudden movement of his arm and, yikes, the ink pot is sent flying along with pieces of parchment

He yells, eyes wide, hands in the air, frozen in place, a literal deer in the headlights

You stop dead in your tracks and cover your mouth in shock, immediately regretting your loud entry

"ERU, Y/N, DON’T DO THIS TO ME" "I’M SO SORRY!!" "WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!" "I DON’T KNOW!!"

The last piece of paper lands on the ground, the air settles down and only then do you see the damage — splotches of ink are littered all over his desk and notes, his hands and sleeves. He sits there, with his upper body turned towards you, staring at his work on the floor, slowly breaking out of his state of shock and moving to pick it up with shaky hands

You hate to admit it to yourself, but he’s so unintentionally funny with his big eyes and startled movements. You can see how he’s trying to coordinate his thoughts again as his hands reach for each piece of paper below, sometimes grabbing the air instead of the actual object 

Somebody help this man

And Eru forbid, when he sees the spilled ink on his notes, he goes through all the stages of grief right in front of your eyes and you feel even worse for the laughter that’s bubbling up inside of you

He’s like a sloth, slowly collecting his belongings with calculating eyes

You hastily step to his side and help him arrange everything on the desk, then proceed to get a washcloth to wipe away the spilled ink

When you’re finished, you are met with judgemental eyes 

"I’m sorry, I’m really sorry," you manage to get out before the laughter bursts out of you. Laurë huffs and before you know it, his blue fingertips smear the leftover ink across your face

"Hey!" you yelp when he picks you up and carries you outside

If it weren’t for the loud breath he lets out through his nose, you would have thought he was really mad at you, but he just puts you back down, trying his hardest to hide his smile upon seeing the blue lines on your face 

"I’ll just come back later," you purse your lips and look up at him. He shakes his head at the mischievous twinkle in your eyes before leaning down to kiss the top of your head and then slamming the door in your face lol 

Celegorm

If there’s one thing you know, it’s that Tyelko loves nature

You, on the other hand, have certain things you’d prefer to stay away from, such as spiders 

And as much as you love him, his "conquer your fear" mindset is anything but dear to you. You’re a firm believer of respecting people’s fears and not forcing them to change that, whereas he thinks practically and doesn’t always consider your thoughts, such as right now

He came running into your room when he had heard you scream in fear, ready to attack whatever was threatening you, or so he thought 

So there you are, standing on a chair, pointing at the spider in his hand

"Tyelkormo, I swear on my life, if you come any closer-" 

"Y/N, you can’t be serious, it’s tiny." "I don’t care!" You yell, slowly stepping down from the chair and backing up

He smirks "You can’t be that scared, love" 

And all the alarms in your head go off when he steps closer to you, spider enclosed in his hand that is extended towards you

When your back hits the wall, you know you’re done for

"Tyelko-" "Just look at it!" He laughs at your reaction, knowing he won’t actually do anything. Deep down, you know it too, but he just loves to poke fun at you and you fall for it every single time

You think he'd leave it at that, but he actually dares to open his hand and of course, the spider jumps out in a frenzy, beginning to rope itself down from the palm of his hand

And you SCREAM, poor Tyelko actually has to cover his ears that's what he gets

The spider hurries away into some corner and you make a leap for the bed, grab a pillow and throw it at Tyelko, yelling at him to take it outside

When he finally does, your rage is still very much present and you take another pillow from behind you and hit him repeatedly

"Don't-" hit. "you-" hit. "ever-" hit. "do-" hit. "that-" hit. "again-" hit. "do-" hit. "you-" hit. "understand-" hit. "you're so annoying!!!"

He's obviously unfazed, if anything his smirk has grown even bigger

His arms snake around your waist and pull you close, cradling your head in his hand

"Did you seriously think I was going to let that spider harm you? You're so easy to tease, love"

Curufin

"Close your eyes," he instructs softly before carefully placing the item in your hands. He spent hours working on this, both scared and excited for your reaction

When he tells you to open your eyes again, they fall on a set of beautiful earrings. But that's not what makes you tear up!

Months ago, you had mentioned how much you missed the color of forget-me-nots in the winter time. It was a silly little thought you had voiced on a leisurely stroll with him on a rather cold morning, not expecting him to actually take it to heart like this

But here you are, in your hand these rose gold earrings, shaped like forget-me-nots, with little shimmering gems in the center — the same color as your favorite spring flower.

"Curufin!" you gasp, looking up at him

He just smiles and for the first time ever, he looks flustered, bashful, even

He's always so calm, stoic and levelheaded. To see him deliver a gesture like this is unusual to say the least

"Here, let me help you put them on," he gently takes the earrings out of your hands with his calloused fingers

You notice a band-aid on his left index finger, did he hurt himself when crafting these?

Once the earrings are on, you step in front of the mirror and Eru, the smile that blooms on your face almost makes his heart stop

Curvo was never one to display a lot of emotion, he just never deemed it necessary

But seeing you touched like this made him question what was so bad about letting his guard down sometimes

Especially when you would look at him, and his heart would erupt into a million tiny butterflies upon the effects of his gesture

Amrod

You're sat on the wooden fence framing the fields close to your estate, watching the cows

The sun is just about to set and you catch yourself staring at him

"Is there something on my face?" he suddenly asks and raises his eyebrows, you're caught in the act

Quick, think of something to save yourself from the embarrassment!!! Or else he'll never stop teasing you about this!!!

So you flick his forehead and watch him open his mouth in protest

"Hey!" "What are you gonna do, Pityo?"

You stick your tongue out and jump down into the high grass, watching him do the same, ready to follow you for some revenge

The air is quiet, and the first fireflies are already buzzing around the fields when he starts chasing you through the flowers

Your giggles and screams make the cows raise their heads one by one, disturbed by these two strange creatures running around them

Usually, Amrod knows not to run too close to the cows as it would agitate them, but he's just too caught up in the way your laughter tickles his pointed ears and the way your h/c hair flows in the wind — he doesn't notice one of them standing closer to him than he has anticipated

So yeah, poor unfortunate Pityo bumps into that cow. And he stumbles. And falls. And when he realizes what he's fallen into, he yells. And when you realize what he's fallen into, he's done for

"NO WAY!!!!" "STOP"

He gets up and looks down at his linen shirt which is now an earthy, lovely shade of brown

When you come closer, you see the blush on his cheeks, his ears growing redder and redder

"Not a word to my brothers!" he warns, pointing his finger at you

"What do I get in return?" you ask and clasp your hands in front of your body, a shit-eating grin on your face pun intended

He looks around helplessly, trying to come up with something to keep you from running off to tell everyone about this mishap

He just huffs in defeat, shoulders slacking "I'll do whatever you want, just don't tell them."

You don't know why, but seeing him at your mercy like this makes you feel bolder than usual

"Kiss me." It's a short and sweet proposal.

You can see in his face that he's expected anything but this, because manz GASPS and is frozen in place

He's been crushing on you for quite some time, and the two of you certainly shared a cheeky bond, constantly teasing each other in a loving way, but kissing you???

He's at a loss for words and just stares at you in disbelief, mouth opening and closing in an attempt to reply but failing miserably

You've never seen him so flustered when he usually has a snarky comeback for every situation. He's so cute.

You carefully take a few steps closer to him until you're a few centimetres apart and look up at him with a timid smile, waiting for his reaction. And he gazes into your eyes with a newfound vulnerability that makes your heart beat a lot faster than it already does

And when he finally makes up his mind and decides to go for it, the sun has set

His lips hover over yours before softly laying themselves upon yours like a secret in the dark, only to be whispered aloud in your presence

Amras

"Telvo, I'm really tired, how much longer do we have to walk?" you ask, the ache in your feet is almost unbearable at this point

He came into your room this morning, asking you to accompany him on his quest to find mushrooms to try an old recipe for a stew he had found in the library

You don't know how many times he's already come knocking at your door demanding your help for the most trivial things, but you comply every time, you just can't help it. Some of your best adventures are made with him

So there you are, wandering along the path leading back to your home, your apron full of mushrooms of all kind, Telvo walking in front of you with that bounce in his step indicating his good mood

"We're almost there, look!" He points towards the house on the edge of the valley you're passing through, although it's a bit too far for your liking

You groan, stumbling over a root sticking out from beneath you and having the mushrooms tumble all over the ground

"Oh no..." you sigh, looking up at your companion who's surprised at your exhaustion

"Are you alright? I'm sorry if I made you walk too much!" He stammers, crouching to pick up the mushrooms and put them back into your apron, which you had folded into a makeshift bag

Once they're all in there, he turns his back to you and gestures for you to hop on, which you do gladly

"Y/N, Y/N, you're spending too much time indoors. Look at how exhausted you are!" he snickers and resumes his trip towards your house. You just snuggle into his shoulder and blow into his ear

"Not everyone can run around in the forest all day, you know?" to which he just shakes his head and laughs

Once you're inside, you begin to prepare the stew, bickering and joking around all the while

"Eru, hopefully this will taste good. Where did you even find that recipe?"

He tells you about a collection of old, dusty books hidden away in his father's library. Some traveller had devised this recipe a long time ago. It's said to warm you from within with its unique taste. You could listen to his rambling for hours. He's always had a talent for discovering the most random things and taking them straight to you, his partner in crime and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Once the stew is done, you dig in, and who would have thought? A blissful warmth spreads throughout your bodies, caressing your bellies and putting satisfied smiles onto your faces

"Told you it was gonna taste good," he mumbles and winks, beckoning you to come and sit next to him so you could enjoy the incoming food coma together

He really is full of peculiar ideas, your beloved redhead

[doodle-pops]

House of Feanor | Being In An Arranged Marriage With Them

A/N: This was so much I wrote!! For some reason I felt like I made a few of them OOC, but what the hell. It's an AU, so they’ll all be different from the regular Silm verse 😆. I think I broke my wrist whilst breaking a sweat thinking of different scenarios for each of them, but I managed to make it to the finish line! Alas, the final piece! ಥ_ಥ

Warnings: arranged marriage, there are minor angst themes, neglect and loneliness, rejection, comfort and happy endings for most except (Feanor)

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. Feanor

He’s not known as Fëanáro without reason. When those words came out of his father’s mouth, as much as he adored his father, he was incensed by the level and nature of the dictation he was subjected to. He felt he was unjustly punished for some unknown transgression by Eru through this method.

Don’t anticipate him to even breathe, let alone glance in your direction when you’re observing him. He would gladly lock eyes with your figure when you’re not paying attention and scrutinize you without remorse. There’s nothing you could say to convince him of your innocence in this arrangement.

He assumes that you had a say in choosing your spouse because he’s Fëanáro, the firstborn and Crown Prince, and everyone desired him. Though politics and royal duties didn’t interest him, he was now aware of the political rationale behind the union. Eventually, he resists continuing his resentment towards his father because his father was compelled into it (in his opinion).

This resembles a Bridgerton moment, akin to King George and Queen Charlotte, where you reside in one house while he lives in another, a significant distance away. His father can complain all he wants about the lack of effort to establish a connection, and Fëanáro would simply ignore and roll his eyes.

Throughout the arranged marriage, you will feel completely alienated and rejected. There was a time when you were excited about being wed to the Crown Prince, even though your freedom was being curtailed. Even at events where you’re expected to appear as a couple, you arrive in separate coaches.

Do not expect him to hold your hand or have your arm around his elbow. Fëanáro takes the commitment seriously, as he feels his own freedom has been taken away. Talking to him is futile, for he will merely pretend to listen while focusing on getting drunk to forget the entire night.

“Why do you despise me so much? You act as if I am the cause of this entire arrangement when it is your father who is responsible. Listen, if you intend to ignore me, it might be best if we end this, as I did not willingly sign up for this mistreatment, especially from you. We can part ways and continue our separate lives, or if we are to continue, at least afford me the same respect you expect.”

You displayed remarkable courage by confronting his tantrums and earning yourself a few withering side–glances filled with anger and disbelief, because “How dare you speak to me so openly, as if we are equals?!” Kudos to you; you’ve just earned yourself another round of silence for the remainder of the night and week, perhaps even into the afterlife.

Fëanáro has no intention of making your marriage work. Eru could punish him, but he’d simply retort and carry on with his life. It’s all about his belief that he’s being coerced into the same situation as his father and his determination to avoid making that mistake.

If this arrangement is to succeed, you’ll need to pray seven times an hour, every day, for the rest of your life for divine intervention. Otherwise, you’ll be left complaining about his behaviour and treatment while he remains unruffled.

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. Maedhros

He had anticipated this situation due to the constant rivalry between his father and his half–uncle, who incessantly engaged in banter to prove the superiority of their respective families. He often found himself thrust into the forefront of this unnecessary competition. Therefore, he approached the arrangement with a sense of neutrality (lie! he chats his mother’s ear off).

As the firstborn of the heir, he fully comprehends the specific obligations that accompany his title and embraces them wholeheartedly. So, when you join your parents for the first meeting, he gracefully accepts his fate as your husband (although he sheds a few tears in private to his mother).

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, My Lady/Lord Y/N. I am Prince Nelyafinwë Maitimo, your betrothed. I sincerely hope that in the brief time before our wedding, we can learn a lot to make our journey as a married couple smoother. Please, do not hesitate to inform me of any discomforts you may encounter, and I will do my utmost to ensure your well–being. Remember, I am your husband, not your master. Have no fear as we build a life together.”

He is a polite and reserved individual, leaning more towards propriety than humour. He barely possesses a funny bone and seldom indulges in levity, which can be one of the more challenging aspects of the marriage. Nevertheless, he is respectful, stands up for you, is considerate, and fulfils all the duties of a husband.

However, he respects your boundaries when it comes to intimacy, acknowledging that you both are strangers. This means separate sleeping arrangements. All other spaces, such as the kitchen, dining room, reading room, coaches, and carriages, are shared.

As a husband, he typically leaves most decisions up to you, entrusting you with the role of household caretaker and offering his input only when you seek an additional opinion or when he believes a change is necessary.

During the initial stages of your relationship, he hopes that you can build good bonds with the rest of his family, particularly his brothers and parents. He is observant of your reactions and interactions with them and adjusts accordingly if he senses any discomfort.

Despite his efforts to avoid such emotions, he becomes sentimental when he reflects on the life he has created with you, even if it feels somewhat mechanical. The absence of arguments and the harmonious atmosphere in the house bring him joy. There are moments of awkwardness, but you’ve both learned to overcome them (and the first time you saw him laugh was when you attempted to make a joke about it).

As your marriage progresses, you encounter numerous highs and lows, primarily stemming from the political aspects. You have expressed your discontent with being treated as a trophy and being involved in unnecessary competition, despite knowing this from the outset. Dealing with this, particularly from his father, is a challenge that you and Maedhros will face together.

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. Maglor

Maglor is just as composed as his older brother, but he doesn’t quite align with the idea of both of you being used for political and competitive purposes. He grapples with the notion that Maedhros accepted the idea of an arranged marriage for political gain so readily. Now, he feels a profound sadness that he can’t freely choose someone to capture his heart.

However, Maglor makes sure that your time together never feels forced or obligatory. He disapproves of the constant reminder of the arranged marriage hanging over your heads. He’s dedicated to making your marriage healthy and happy, erasing any memory of your freedom being taken away.

Inheriting his mother’s temperament, Maglor is a pillar of strength for your concerns and worries. If you ever feel like you’re falling short of the arrangement’s expectations, or if you’re fearful, confused, unhappy, or distant, he encourages you to confide in him without hesitation. After all, he’s your husband and should be your confidant.

The perk of living with Maglor is a home constantly filled with music and music sheets. You may grumble about the sheets being everywhere but his music room, but he melts away any tension by serenading you with songs dedicated to you. It’s his way of expressing his genuine affection and appreciation for having you in his life.

“I’d like to dedicate my next song to someone I’ve grown close to in such a short time. They’ve found their way into my heart, even if they’re not entirely aware of it. This song is for them, to show how much I truly care and consider them a dear part of my life. So, without further ado, my next piece is in honour of my wonderful spouse.”

Though he may put you on the spot, he hopes that you’ll be moved by his heartfelt dedication. He isn’t being manipulative; his intentions are sincere, and he genuinely appreciates having you in his life.

Among his brothers, Maglor stands out as the most understanding and the one who despises the mistreatment of the arranged marriage. He firmly shuts down conversations that dwell on the circumstances of how you ended up together and replaces them with whimsical tales of your imaginary first encounters. His theatrical skills come into play as he playfully flirts and teases you, creating a charming and flirtatious atmosphere.

Only when you’re comfortable, does he extend his hand or arm for you to hold, patiently listen to your conversations, or spend time planning extravagant surprises.

Throughout your marriage, Maglor’s primary aim is to provide comfort and eliminate any tension or discomfort. You’ll have a loving husband who will fiercely defend your marriage against anyone who challenges it.

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. Celegorm

Another individual who defiantly scoffs at the arrangement, dismissing it because no one would dare challenge his freedom. Unfortunately, much to his discontent, the news proved true. As a result, he’s now in a fit of rage, flipping tables, and has disappeared for weeks, remaining unseen and unheard.

Tyelko isn’t present during the initial weeks of the arrangement, as he’s off wandering in the forest, complaining to Orome about the perceived unfairness of the situation. All the while, you are left alone in the new house. One can only imagine the shock he’ll experience upon his return.

His return is facilitated by Orome, who encourages him to give the arrangement a chance and approach it with an open mind. Thanks to Orome, your first meeting with Tyelko is relatively amicable, as he meets you standing in the doorway with a concerned expression on your face.

The look of concern you give him is unsettling for Tyelko, as he is accustomed to expecting anger for behaviour. Not knowing how to respond, he might inadvertently snap, making him come across as a jerk. This leads to you becoming reclusive to avoid triggering his temper, making his plan to scare you off fail.

Tyelko soon realises that you rarely speak or interact with him, leaving him to his own devices with homecooked meals and a comforting, caring tone. You even avoid making eye contact when he addresses you directly, leading him to conclude that you’re afraid or hate him.

“Why do you still treat me this way when I have been unpleasant? I don’t like it or enjoy how you look at me. Why must you still care for me when I have been unbothered? Are you manipulating me into feeling guilty? Because if that is the case, I can leave if it stops this unpleasant play. Just why are you still friendly with me?”

You could see the uneasiness in his posture prompting you to feel a sense of pity for neglecting an unheard-of side of him and the pleading tone makes you realise his sincerity. He genuinely wants to know how to end the discomfort in the house.

Accustomed to his harsh nature as described by others, you had found it difficult to imagine him being soft. It was a start in breaking the ice with your views and how you had perceived him to be during the arrangement. To which he scoffed at how you easily fell for the rumours of his roughness (he knows that he’s rough around the edges, but refuses to admit it).

Tyelko cautiously falls into the routine of becoming a caretaker alongside you since you gave him no reason to be hostile. All he can do is hope for the best. He’s still hesitant to let go of his freedom as it brings him peace of mind.

He eventually finds himself slowly warming up to the idea of you doing your best to understand and not readily judge. This eases the preconceived notions he had about you from the beginning. He thought your demeanour was all a façade to control him.

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. Caranthir

Two distinct reactions unfold the moment he’s abruptly brought up to speed with his situation: firstly, he swears, and secondly, he makes a swift attempt to escape the room. This was far from the life he had envisioned for himself, or any different from what his family had endured. He had heard of such unfortunate circumstances befalling others but never fathomed that he too would become a victim.

He seems rather brooding during the entire introduction, and he’s taken aback by the familiar expression mirrored on your face. He had assumed that you would be delighted, as many individuals often eagerly vie for the role of a prince’s spouse, particularly from the first house.

He remains quiet and distant, wanting to intensify your the distance between. Both of you share similar attitudes towards marriage and living habits, which results in minimal attempts at interaction, with each of you occupying different ends of the house.

Polite greetings are given from your end while he silently grumbles and mutters incomprehensible phrases. You take it as a sign that he doesn’t wish to communicate. Though at times, you tend to feel the weight of his gaze on you, and if you catch him staring, he quickly averts his gaze, returning to his displeasure state.

It’s a significant challenge for him to partially embrace the role of a suitable husband, given the constant reminder of the unexpected circumstances that brought you together. Expressing himself has always been a struggle when in times of comfort forsaken, leading to Caranthir muttering his words grumpily.

“I’m not quite certain how to put this into words, but I want us to be on the same page during this arrangement. So, I’d like to know your expectations and views of me. This way, if I am to avoid you or limit our interactions to prevent any discomfort or tension, I can meet them.”

It’s not an easy task for him to forge a tiny connection when the circumstances makes it daring. He has to be mindful of his temper while closely observing your reactions to his actions. He critically assesses every aspect and draws conclusions accordingly.

When in his own environment and free from intrusion, he attempts to gradually involve you in his world by silently inviting you through non-verbal gestures. You have to get use to the fact that he doesn’t appreciate talking too much. This can offer insight into his true self, allowing you to connect more deeply.

However, as your relationship with Caranthir continues to develop, there are bound to be ups and downs, especially when dealing with his outbursts triggered by various factors or his siblings’ relentless teasing. One way to show your appreciation for your place beside him is by coming to his defence.

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. Curufin

I’d like to say he’s Feanor 2.0 in terms of his ideas and approach. However, since it’s Feanor orchestrating the arrangement, Curufin is fully on board and understands his father’s perspective on the benefits. I mean, he’s just as competitive as his father, which is the primary reason behind this arrangement.

Curufin perceives this as a political strategy that he must honour and uphold. From the day you met him, he has had no hesitation in stepping forward and reminding you of the duties you must fulfil as his spouse and the newest member of his household. Your loyalty to him must be unwavering.

Although your initial impression of him left you thinking he was controlling and demanding, all Curufin desires from you, aside from his earlier requests, is your comfort and happiness while living with him. You want to expand your house, sure. You desire a spacious backyard, certainly. You hope for more gifts, without a doubt. If you want to discuss your feelings, he’ll make an effort. If you need space, he’s willing to compromise.

I’m serious about this one; you’ll need to compromise with him if you want your own space—by that, I mean wanting to live separately. If you want separate rooms, he can work with that. Curufin has proper etiquette when it comes to the comfort of those he holds dear.

His top priority is to treat his spouse with the utmost care and respect, ensuring all your needs are met. The only thing he asks is that you don’t take advantage of his vulnerability and exert undue control over him.

“As your husband, it is my duty to ensure that all your needs are met, and in return, I expect the same from you. Whatever you require, please come forward and inform me; there’s no need to conceal your desires. Lay them on the table, and we can work on them together as we were intended to do. I also request that you maintain your dignity and pride when it comes to our new household and family, and everything will go smoothly. Furthermore, I ask that you don’t exploit my kindness and keep our personal life within the confines of our home.”

The entire arrangement may sound controlling and suffocating, but Curufin allows you your freedom. He believes in reciprocity—what he wants for himself, he’s willing to provide in return. He puts in his utmost effort to meet your needs, as long as you show the same enthusiasm.

When he attends an event, his greatest desire is for you to accompany him. He takes pride in showcasing his craftsmanship through the pieces he has created especially for you. He spends hours crafting an array of jewellery to match your preferences.

The surprising aspect of this marriage is his firm stance on conversations concerning your arrangement and your relationship. Everyone is aware of it, but he doesn’t allow others to discuss it, not even his brothers. He sees you as his spouse with the arrangement being a thing of the past.

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. Amrod

Much like Tyelko, Amrod possesses a rebellious spirit, often disappearing when the harsh reality of his situation becomes too apparent. When he does, it’s typically in search of his mother’s advice and assistance. His primary concern is unravelling the mystery of his father’s role in this arranged marriage. Sadly, his suspicions are confirmed as Nerdanel had no say in the matter; it was entirely Feanor’s competitive nature that drove it.

His mother’s invaluable advice to him was to make the best of the situation and take time to get to know you before making any serious commitments. She became his go–to source of guidance whenever he found himself in a tight spot.

Fast forward to the time when he meets you, he’s fully aware that you aren’t thrilled about the arrangement and even contemplated an escape before the introduction. It hurt to hear that you were reluctant to give him a chance, as he was open to doing so. This prompted his dedication to ensuring that the time you spent with him was worthwhile.

Much like Maglor, he’s determined to fill your days with joy and dispel the clouds of resentment, all while maintaining a respectful distance to avoid overstepping any boundaries. Whenever your responses leave him puzzled, he frequently seeks advice from his mother.

Simultaneously, he avoids his father due to his disgust at being essentially bartered like a commodity for his father’s satisfaction. Any discussion related to his marriage is swiftly shut down, and he walks away. He has no interest in hearing comments or mockery about the arrangement.

However, there’s no need to worry because he receives guidance from his mother. If you wish to converse with him, he encourages you to speak openly and share your thoughts without fear. He wants to hear your perspective on things.

“Please understand that I may not be the most well–known among my siblings, and you may have heard little about me. Nonetheless, please don’t hesitate to express your thoughts. While we may not be romantically involved or incredibly close, I will do my utmost to work towards a harmonious relationship. Please give me the opportunity to build something prosperous between us.”

Amrod is dedicated to establishing a secure friendship between the two of you before any romantic involvement comes into play. He aims to create a space where you can feel comfortable and relaxed without the weight of the arranged marriage hanging over your heads. There’s no rush, and you both have the time to sort out your duties and positions as your friendship grows.

Throughout your journey from friendship to romance, Amrod maintains a gentlemanly demeanour. Though you may encounter some challenges along the way, they will be infrequent. Your relationship won’t be flawless, as it’s impossible to forget that you were both thrust into this arrangement without your consent. However, it’s something you can bond over and find common ground to overcome your fears.

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. Amras

The quieter of the two siblings, Amras, maintains his silence even when informed of his situation. His irritation is clearly visible on his face, which leaves you anxious about what to anticipate. He reserves his complaints for private conversations with his twin and mother, all due to his father’s insistence on marriage, which he feels is encroaching on his freedom.

Amras’s silence remains constant from the moment you first met him. Your relationship is marred by a sense of being strangers living under the same roof. He refrains from even greeting you, still seething over the situation and pondering how to express his anger.

Despite his understanding that you played no part in arranging this engagement, Amras can’t prevent his anger from simmering. It’s not directed at you but rather at both sets of parents for their low regard for both of you. Amras struggles to find a way to communicate his feelings without intimidating you.

Amras notices your tendency to distance yourself whenever you’re in the same room with him or when you shrink under his silently judgmental gaze. Your eyes rarely meet his, and when they do, you quickly look away. Your actions make him feel as though he has harmed you or been hostile towards you at some point.

“Could it be that you...resent me for the circumstances that have come between us? You hardly speak to me even when I desire it, fearing rejection and silence. I can sense your anger over what your parents have done, and I share that anger. Perhaps we could attempt to build something together, starting as acquaintances and moving from there.”

His voice breaks, and he likely breaks down, allowing you to witness his vulnerability as he cries. He’s confused and doesn’t know what to do. All he wants is your guidance and support to navigate the storm he’s been thrust into. You are the only lifeline in the ocean he can rely on, just as you rely on him.

Amras may appear somewhat awkward, much like Caranthir, as he observes you in your element, awed by your ability to remain resolute. He is eager to assist and hopes that you will show him what is expected of him, as he has few memories of his parents’ dynamics and relationships.

His primary goal is to become the best husband possible for you, but he first wants to establish a basic foundation and compatibility. He follows you like an eager puppy, observing your features and silently appreciating your beauty. He feels fortunate to have ended up with someone good.

˖ ࣪. ࿐♡˚. Celebrimbor

The moment those words escape his advisor’s lips, he feels a strong urge to toss them out the window. The idea of following his family’s tradition makes Tyelpë shudder. He neither desires marriage nor believes he’s capable of being a great husband, haunted as he is by his old life. He fears that others assume he will repeat his family’s mistakes.

Despite his personal reservations, he acknowledges the political necessity of the situation for the betterment of his kingdom. Consequently, he has no choice but to go with the flow and bear the burden. Upon being introduced to you, he maintains a stiff demeanour, silently repeating to himself, “Don’t mess up, don’t scare them.”

His conduct in this moment is heavily influenced by the obligation he feels toward the prosperity of his people, even though he resents it. Tyelpë can’t help but grind his teeth at the thought, as he believes there must be alternative ways to improve his homeland. However, like everyone else except Feanor, Tyelpe is reserved, observant, and respectful. He listens to you chatter on about the benefits of unifying both kingdoms while silently stewing in his own thoughts.

Polite and approachable, he makes an effort to ensure you don’t feel alienated by his role as your future husband. He respects your boundaries and the need for distance between you, given that you are still strangers.

“Please do not harbour any ill feelings toward me for the choices I’ve made to secure myself. We are still in the process of getting to know each other, and my intentions are far from ostracising you. The concept of an arranged marriage and warming up to a stranger from a distant land is still a challenge for me. I have much to learn, so I ask for your patience.”

During the pre–courtship period before your marriage, Tyelpë is a gentleman and crafts small trinkets as tokens of his growing fondness for you. These may include a hairpin, hair comb, bracelet, earrings, or a simple pendant necklace. He saves the more extravagant designs for when he becomes more accustomed to his role as your partner.

While you need not fear his temper, he kindly requests that you refrain from flaunting your relationship in public, even though everyone is aware of the arrangement. Tyelpë values his privacy and would be disappointed if his personal life became a topic of discussion.

Be prepared to spend nights alone in bed, as he isn’t yet comfortable sharing his personal space. He might suggest having separate chambers until some time has passed and he’s warmed up to the idea of closer proximity. He simply asks for your understanding, as his reclusive tendencies are his source of comfort.

The only potential challenge you may face is his reclusive behaviour persisting for a longer period than expected. He is aware that you may eventually come to terms with being paired with him, but he struggles with it. There are unresolved issues from his past that he needs to address before fully embracing someone new in his life.

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Y/N & the Twins singing a tiktok trend Somewhere in himring.

Y/N: oaoaoaoaoaoaoa, meow

Amrod: maw

Y/N: meow

Amras: maw

Maglor joining them: ✨la la la lala✨

Y/N: meow

Celegorm, dangling from some tree: maw

Y/N: meow

Curufin sitting under the same tree: maw

Caranthir appearing from nowhere: ✨la la la lala✨

Maedhros, already tired of their sh!t: please, just shot me already

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine trying to enjoy alone time in a tavern, but then ending up as the local therapist for an elf and his relatives.

Imagine trying to simply enjoy some alone time in a tavern, drinking some beverage, and minding your own business till you meet this one elf and  became regular chat buddies. Now, the relatives of this elf keep coming to the tavern to talk about their problems with you. 

Warnings: reader’s sanity gets tested. 

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Day 1

Maedhros: *Walks into the tavern, takes a seat, orders a drink, and slams his head against the table*

You: Now that sounds like someone is done with everyday life.

Maedhros: You have no idea. 

You: Which one for you, work or unbearable relatives?

Maedhros: Hmm?

You: Work or unbearable relatives? Sometimes it's the work that tires you out, but sometimes it’s the relatives– who do things that make you tick beyond measure. 

Maedhros: Hmm… both. Why would you like to know?

You: Just filling out boredom. Wanna have a drink? I can pay for you because you look like you need it. 

Maedhros: Well – that is nice of you. I am Maedhros. 

You: (Name)

After a week of meeting with Maedhros to shit talk about family, drink, and send each other off– not to be seen for another week. 

Maedhros: And yet again, I have to clean up after my brothers. 

You: Man, that sucks. 

Maedhros: Indeed. I have to go. It was nice talking to you. 

You: Bye. 

Maedhros: Farewell. 

Maedhros: *Walks out of the tavern after paying the bartender*

You: *Sits in silence, drinking*

Maglor: *Walks in and notices you*

Maglor: Excuse me? Are you (Name)?

You: Uuh – yeah? 

Maglor: I heard about you from my brother, Maedhros. He apparently likes to come here to talk and drink with you. 

You: And you are?

Maglor: I am Maglor.

You: Ah, the one that sings in the morning and never shuts up. 

Maglor: What?

You: Nothing! What do you want? 

Maglor: I will be honest. I need to relieve something out of my chest. And since Maedhros likes talking with you. I have been ha — *talks about his problems with his family*

You: *Staring at him, confused.*

You: Wha –?

Week 2

You: *Trying to enjoy peace after having talk sessions with both Maedhros and Maglor for a week. 

Caranthir: You!

You: Wah! What!

Caranthir: Are you (Name)?

You: uhm – yes? I’m sorry. Did I do something to piss you off?

Caranthir: No. Why would you think that?

You: You look angry. 

Caranthir: Well, I’m not. I am Caranthir. I heard about you from two of my brothers, Maedhros and Maglor. 

You: Oh, the grumpy one and the one that hoards all the gold?

Caranthir: What?

You: Nothing! What can I do for you?

Caranthir: I heard talking with you helps relieve stress and resolve problems. So, let me start –

You: And what if I don’t-

Caranthir: I will only talk about this once, so listen carefully. I am so done with my –*talks about his problems with his brothers and relatives and problems managing the money*

You: What?

Week 4

You: *Groaning while lying your head against the table*

Celegorm: You (Name)?!

You: What? Who — who are you two?!

Celegorm & Curufin: *sits on each side of you that you sat between them*

Celegorm: We belong to the same family as the rest of our dear brothers, who seem to like turning their backs on us in our time of need. 

You: That – doesn’t tell me anything. 

Curufin: His name is Celegorm and I am Curufin. 

You: Oh, The unhinged forest goblin and the cheap copy of dad?

Celegorm & Curufin: What?

You: Nothing! I assume you wanna talk and let something out of your chest too? 

Celegorm: Excellent! Then there is no need for an explanation. Let me tell you what kind of a rough week we had. 

Celegorm: I was planning good things for our people, but they kicked us out because apparently we were evil, and I tried to force myself upon Doriath’s princess. I was only trying to show I would be a better option than that mortal man. She even stole my dog! 

Celegorm: Can you believe that? And all people claim we’re the most problematic people in Beleriand. 

You: Didn’t you try to kill them, though?

Curufin: And my son doesn’t want to be my son anymore? Apparently, I disgusted him so much that he decided to disown himself. 

You: —what?

Week 6

You: *Groaning even harder after exhausting weeks of listening to the feanorians’ problems*

Fingon: Excuse me, are you by any chance (Name)?

You: Please, don’t tell me you’re one of Maedhros’s brothers!

Fingon: Oh no, I’m not.

You: – really?

Fingon: I’m his half-cousin!

You: dammit!

Week 8

Fingolfin: You must be (Name)

You: Huh?

Fingolfin: Okay, let me talk about my kids and those problematic nephews of mine. 

You: Sir? Do I know you?

Fingolfin: My kids don’t listen to me, and my half-brother’s kids just do anything they like, causing problems and being a bunch of ruffians. 

You: Sir? Sir? SIR?!

Week 14

Maedhros: Hey, (Name). Sorry, I have not been visiting for a while. I have been busy with work. 

Maedhros: (Name)?

You: *You sit up, shadows and bags in your eyes, exhausted and looking like you were going to break down at any moment*

Maedhros: (Name)! What happened? You look awful!

You: You – and the rest of your family need to find professional help.

[autumnshighlady]

Tolkien Masterlist

Feanor

Wildest Dreams (ft. Fingolfin)

A Lesson in Language

Maedhros

coming soon

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SERIES

The Professor series [WIP]

completed: Nesta, Gavriel, Feanor

coming soon: Rowan, Eris, Dorian, Maedhros, Helion

All I Gave You Is Gone (Tolkien x ACOTAR crossover) [WIP]

part 1 / part 2 /

[nerdanel-the-wise-istarnie]

❄ Nerdanel's Feanorian Christmas ❄

I have seen a lot of blogs do this and I wanted to try myself :)

🎁Nerdanel has kindly allowed to let everyone ask anything and everything to her during this holiday season. She's willing to answer everyone Christmas letters until the 13th December 11 GMT (tonight). So only about 2 weeks as she's a very busy elf woman taking care of 7 kids, her hot-tempered husband and being the best sculptor in all of Valinor.🎁

❄ ·⊰ RULES:

୧ *·˚ ❝The same rules apply as before, but here are a few new ones to ensure fun and safety ┆↰

❄ There's a limit of one question per ask please because Nerdanel is very busy (building gifts for her 8 membered family). However, there is no limit on the number of asks from one person.

❄ You can ask her NSFW questions, however you must be 18+ to do this and these questions will be tagged accordingly.

❄ Will you like your letter to be privately send to your inbox so no one else can see, please state so in the ask with emoji:🤫

❄ Anons are allowed, however it would be more personalized if you wish to reveal yourself and as said before no one but Nerdanel will know who are if you choose the option above.

❄ Don't forget to have asks enabled if you choose the option of secret letters. DMs are too clustered and Nerdanel doesn't really like it. You can reply her privately too if so you want :)

❄ We know people love her unconditionally, both pre-oath and post-oath, but for this holiday season, please only pre-oath!

❄ If you could kindly follow and reblog, it would be great so more people can know about this <3

❄ ·⊰ PROMPTS:

Dearest Nerdanel, can you send me:

😲- a letter with a secret; the ladies love to gossip. Or would you like to know one of Nerdanel's secret recipes? Like her personal hot chocolate recipe that even Fëanáro doesn't know but tries to steal a second mug of it. Or do you want to share a secret with her?

🥰- an emotional support message? We all know Nerdanel is certainly one of the best at giving advice and this is why we had the option of secret letters, what advice would you like from her, it can be anything. She'll hug you and cry with you; kindly wipe your tears. Even ask Carnistir to knit you something or anything from herself or one of her other sons :)

💌- send her a love letter (describe 2 things about yourself anything you love about her). Word of advice, just don't let Fëanáro see you.

📝- ask her any question (the option is limitless, it can be anything about her sons, what they like for or to do for Christmas, how to make them swoon, how does she keep her husband's fire under check if the Ñolofinwë's or Arafinwë's family come over? Anything!).

🔥 - a very naughty letter (18+ only; choose a prompt if you like), again and big time, do NOT let Fëanáro see you.

🎅 - a gift from her (Nerdanel will make you something special, just let her know your favorite color and share one thing or more about you).

❄ ·⊰ NOTES:

Have fun and enjoy.

Pretty aesthetic by @sorisooyaa as per usual :)

Please kindly reblog so more people can see. Spread the love and joy.

[elficially-done-with-life]

Heyyyy! So I was thinking about writing about one of the sons of Fëanor next (I still have one or two works in progress I need to finish first, though😅) so I wanted to know who you would like to read about. I will only include the ones that are also on my list of people I write about.

[witchofhimring]

To you who is lost

Chapter 1: Duty is the death of love

Chapter synopsis: Your husband leaves for despair and death. Left behinde, you are left at the mercy of others.

Warnings: Angst, abandonment, crying, pregnancy

Note: Usually I save notes for the end but this time I will also put some at the beginning. I am using their Quenya names (ex. Maedhros is called Maitimo).

Emmeril, Airin and llë are my OC's

You would lament thereafter for the lack of foresight. The wise in Arda would mourn their kindred, who had stepped out of bliss and into woe. Nerdanel, Amarië, Anairë, these great women of the Blessed Realm were linked in sorrow to those left behind. You joined this tragic assembly, united in regret. Days would waste away as you asked " What was there to be done?". Anguishing over every time you could have forestalled these harrowing events.

It had been a storm, slowly strengthening until its power was too great to prevail. Deceived, one and all had been taken in. Melkor's repentance had seemed so genuine. Save Tulkas and Curufinwe none had heeded any notion of trickery. Now the dark Vala's laughter rang in Angamando, echoing off the stone walls. In your own halls, you sighed. Brought so low you were a specter of the beautiful young elf maiden whose laughter had lit up Tirion. These days were dark with the Alduya felled.

"Will you come to bed?" Amarië, whose suffering was as great as yours, came forward. Together they cast their gazes to the darkness beyond. All of Arda had been plunged into an impenetrable shadow. Amarië's light was much dimmed, her golden hair hanging forlornly. She had always been pale and thin but her boundless joy had given her strength which many envied. They need envy no longer. Findaráto had sworn to return and Amarië held him to it. She was bound to him, although not formally, and believed he would return. For a time Amarië would remain before departing. She would dwell in her home and wait for Findaráto.

You had been gifted no such reassurance. Cast off, Maitimo had spurned every vow he made. Bitter words were exchanged, things that could not be unsaid. Unlike Amarië's stalwart serenity, you had wept. Your marriage had been waning for some time now. When Curufinwe stormed into exile you followed to Formenos. In Formenos you would lose your husband.

The laws of the Eldar commanded that husband and wife be one in all things. Never had you any cause to doubt these customs. Naturally, a husband and wife must cleave together. Growing up in a big, tightly-knit family, a certain worldview had been formed. There was never any doubt that if you married your husband would always protect you. And how could you not? Your father had always been so devoted to your mother, his desire to make her happy endless.

Your worldview had been, to a degree, changed when you married Maitimo. The house of Finwe had been in turmoil for quite some time. Since Finwe cemented his union Indis despite the protests of his son Feanaro, his progeny had torn at one another. Though to Nolofinwe's credit, the war was pitifully one-sided. Even those who had never encountered either prince heard of the brotherly animosity. A pungent cloud of this great house, many feared for the day a storm would break. Coming from a close family this was something of an anomaly. Your father had quarreled with his brothers, but nothing could sunder their bond. Your mother had her gripes with her sisters, but their love always brought them together again. Being the eldest of your family you had the unenviable job of keeping rambunctious youngers siblings in line. However no matter what troubles came your, love and affection remained. Perhaps this made the end inevitable.

You begged him not to leave that day. The death of High King Finwë plunged all of Arda into grief. Sickening amounts of blood were saturated into the ground. From there after that very spot was stained by Melkor's vile deed. The smell sent your head reeling and burning bile to bubble. You had never seen a dead body before and abhorred the slaughter of animals. They might think you weak for it, but you knew this sight would curdle the blood of even the most austere of elves. Wails of despair took the place of joy. The light had faded and everything became dark. If only it had stopped there, oh by Eru how you wished this was the worst.

It all started on a day filled with joy. Manwë had summoned the Houses Fingolfin and Curufinwë, ordering peace between the two families. Brother took brother in hand and promised peace and friendship. Though how sincere Curufinwë was remained unknown. Many times you had witnessed Curufinwë rage over his younger brother. He howled over the "spawn of Indis" and cursed him. Such festering resentment could not be swept aside by simple sweet words. "I know we should be glad. But I can not help feeling dread." Maitimo simply took your hand in his. "I assure you that nothing bad will happen." His smile reassured you. Oh how wrong he was. When the darkness fell confusion and fear reigned. Finwë was dead, the Silmarills stolen and half of the Edain of Valinor gone. The only respite was Arafinwë returning to take leadership.

All the lights went out. Melkor had drained the trees of all their light, and from there he fled. But there was no running from the darkness. Warmth and light were replaced by darkness and dread. Wails of the bereft took the place of laughter. You who had once been so full of joy had only despair for company. Things had been far from perfect even before the oath. When Curufinwë had been exiled your husband went with him. Of course, you understood his duty as the eldest son. But it didn't make the move from Tirion to Formenos. That day you had to leave behind all those you loved. Try as you might to sway Maitimo to stay, it worked to no avail. In those days you would have done anything for him, and so where he went you followed. You tried not to complain. Even when Curufinwë's temper became unbearable, or your friends stopped sending letters. You could not blame them, living in the court of temporary King Nolofinwë and keeping in touch with you was risky. At least your family was supportive. Your younger sisters and brothers But even in those cold days you still would never have thought Maitimo would leave you. The years had been trying, but he still cared for you in those days. Years later in the dead of night, as you lay awake, you wondered if every "I love you" had been a lie.

"Please, if you have ever loved me you would stay." He did not meet your eyes. He just looked back to the army assembling in the courtyard below. "Have I not followed you all these years? What could I have done for you to cast me aside!" You seized his arm. Gently he pried you off him. "Y/n, you must understand that I have to go. Of course you may follow me-" "I have done nothing but follow you! Maitimo this is suicide!" It was at this point your father in law chose to appear, ascending the steps in a storm of fury. "If you do not choose to follow your husband, as you are sworn to do, then you are no wife!" Temperamental, yes, but now there was the flame of madness dancing in his eyes. Curufinwë had taken leave of his senses. "My vows said that I would follow him as my conscious dictates! As your wife has stayed in Valinor so shall I." The comment was poorly timed. Anger beat so furiously in your chest that you thought not of the consequences. With a roar of unbridled fury, Curufinwë drew his sword. Horrified, both you and Maitimo stepped back. The tip was right at your neck, an inch further would slice the flesh. "Depart, faithless wretch! And do not let me find you lurking in these hall again lest I strike you dead!" Maitimo drew you away and behind him. "You will cease your insults of my wife." You stared up at him in awe. Here he was standing up to his father, possibly the greatest of the Noldor. You had thought at that moment Maitimo had seen sense. He led you off to a room, away from his father and the chaos below.

"Maitimo!" You flung your arms around his shoulders. An elated kiss was placed on his forehead. But his eyes were sad with what you later realized was guilt. Gently he pried you off of him. He was gentle but his actions indicated he wanted to put distance between you and himself. "Do-?" You were unable to finish. Maitimo closed his eyes and whispered something so quietly under his breath you almost missed it. Almost. "Please." "Maitimo?" Your temporary relief was dashed as quickly as it came. "Y/n, I must follow my father." One could hear a pin drop. Your world had been torn apart, fractured almost beyond repair. "My Lord-Maitimo! You must not!" Your body was shaking, horror gripping you like a vice. Your legs seemed unable to hold themselves, such was the agony you felt at that moment. Falling to your knees, you started to beg.

"Husband, if you have any love for me then-" Suddenly Maitimo's could not even meet your eye. "You will not sway me Y/n." His voice was hard, cold, a tone he had recently adopted and that reared its head more and more frequently. You could not believe what you were hearing. Your husband seemed to disregard the bond between man and wife, that they must always stay side by side. And here he was abandoning you at your hour of need. You were scared. Finwë was dead and the rest were in self imposed-exile. The journey ahead scared you. To leave the safe haven of Valinor was suicide. You could understand avenging the King, you had great love and respect for him. And as King he must be avenged. But this was beyond simple revenge. This very act would tear apart the house of Finwë, and all of Valinor. Your family. Curufinwë's heart had turned dark and following him to this end. And there was another, more overriding reason. A shaking hand went to your stomach.

It could be a lie to say that everything had been perfect before the darkening. Hard to admit, but your presence in the family was not welcomed by everyone. Curufinwë and his son who shared the same name looked upon you with disdain. You were to head-in-the-clouds for them to ever like. You tried, only to end in ridicule and failure. The escalation was partly your fault, afraid of causing trouble Maitimo was never told. Looking back, telling Maitimo might have been wiser. Alas, you did not. This was not to say the rest were unkind. Never had there been a great closeness between Tyelkormo, Carinstir and yourself, there was also never ill blood either. Though you were better acquainted with the latter's wife, Ilë. Macalaurë had always been kind but rather unapproachable, him being so proud. You supposed that was what Emmeril liked about him. The twins you were the closest to, out of the lot, Telvo and Pityo. His cousins hailing from the house of Nolofinwë you held a greater preference for. Save Turokáno who thought you rather silly.

There lay a great enmity between the houses Curufinwë and Nolofinwë. Or rather, Curufinwë held a deep mistrust and dislike of his younger brother. The ill sentiment had spread like a poison to all his kin, even the children. During the exile in Formenos you were forced to meet Findecáno and his younger sister, at times with Arakáno. Those years had been hard, especially for those such as Turkafinwë and Maitimo who forged deep bonds with their kin. Curufinwë the younger missed Írissë, despite his attempts to hide it. Those years in Formenos had been horribly lonely, bereft of company. With a family far away and friends forced to stay in Tirion company was limited. Only two friends had accompanied you. But denied company they soon started to despair. Despite what it cost you have them leave. Many tears had been shed that day. The resentment between the various members of Curufinwë started to devour the residents. Anger brewed, bitterness ensued.

"And Indis's brood wander those halls, our halls! What right... what claim does the House of Indis have to my father's throne! The throne of my forefathers!" Around Curufinwë's table everyone sat, save Ilë who pleaded exhaustion. The rest of you were not spared Curufinwë's rage. Sitting next to Maitimo your hands shook, his hand on your knee. The twins sat closest to their father, though Telufinwë not leaning in as close. Turkafinwë's seemed unusually thoughtful, for such a brash elf. Curufinwë the younger's face was obscured from shadow, his silent wife beside him. Morifinwë was leaning in towards Curufinwë with a red flush crawling up his face. Kanafinwë and Emmeril sat on the sidelines, observers of Curufinwë's rant. You would give anything to leave this table.

"What of our Uncle Arafinwë?" Maitimo was far too fond of his half-uncles for Curufinwë's liking. You could see his thin pale lips tighten. His dark blue eyes, bloodshot, narrowed in on Maitimo. "He is his mother's son." Curufinwë's stance was clear. Your thoughts went to Amarië who you had not seen in years. Last you heard Findaráto had pledged to marry her. Wondering if Curufinwë would allow you to attend their wedding, you looked outside. Formenos was cut off from the rest of Valinor. Held up in these mountains it was hard to see anything else. It only served to make you feel more nervous.

"Though, I do wonder if not everyone is paying attention." Curufinwë's tone made it seem he was scolding a child. Except it was you. "My apologies." Quickly covering your mistake, you sat there rigidly. "My wife meant no offense." Maitimo was swift to defend. Curufinwë looked ready to say more but chose to abstain. All you could do was stare at your lap, numb with anxiety.

Maitimo had changed. The bleakness and chill of Formenos had worn on everyone. Exhaustion had settled over the residents like a heavyweight. Loneliness became a constant companion, stalking you like a specter. In the beginning, it was not so bad. You spent time making this place a home. A small garden was built in the courtyard with help from Maitimo. Carefully you tended to the delicate petals, their white petals reflecting light. He would wind them in your hair, cascading down in a waterfall of flowers. They spent much of their time holed up inside their room. It became a safe haven, a world that separated themselves from all the torments outside. Light blue curtains adorned the windows, you had elected for a more simple style. Windows were left open a crack letting fresh air in. At times like these you could forget about everything.

The years passed and the bond between husband and wife started to crumble. A great toll was upheaving this family. Twelve years was but the link of an eyes to elves. For this family however, it dragged on. Every moment served to increase Curufinwë's rage and desire to avenge himself burned within. Like a disease it spread, its symptoms laying low the spirits of his heirs. Maitimo became sullen and the fire within seemed to flicker. The letters hailing from Tirion, where his beloved cousin Findecáno resided, remained unopened for days. When Maitimo finally did dare to gaze upon the contents they were for him only. Afterwards Maitimo would grow sullen once more and would disappear. Behind his back, although it brought guilt, you read its contents. It was the words of a cousin who missed his friend. He talked of times past and expressed joy in those to come. "I hope for further joy, so that all ill will become forgotten." He had written. Letters arrived from your sister as well. Airin was the closest in age to you, being only a few years your junior. Residing in the court of Anairë, Airin would provide information. King Nolofinwë ruled wisely and was much loved. Such tidings brought you no joy. Eru knew what Curufinwë might say. She was not the only one to bring information, Findecáno wrote to you as well, with affection that did little to curb a growing fear. He wished you well, that the days bring peace, but those words soothed not. There lingered an underlying anxiety to his words. Try as he might to cover it up.

"My dear daughter, we are well. But it would truly warm our hearts to know you too are well. Do not forget that all of us (yes, all of us) miss you dreadfully" Those letters remained in a safe wooden box. Sometimes you would read them when lonely. Even your brothers, who were a great many years younger, had written. Sadly, letters were no substitute for true company. Ilë, wife of Carnistir, was a good friend. But as time dragged on Ilë retreated and clung to her husband. Less and less she patrolled the halls, staying with her husband in solitude. Making friends with the other elf maidens, there was still a poignant loneliness. All they did was remind you of those left behind.

"It is merely your father's words, my love. Your uncle would never harm any of us." Your husband's anguish hurt you in turn. As a wife it was agonizing to know his pain and yet have no balm to heal the wound. Another one of Findecáno's letters lay forlornly on the bedside. Instead of bringing joy they served to torment. Maitimo was slumped against his chair by the windows. His bright blue eyes were focused on the mountains beyond. You stood beside him, fingers running through his red hair. For a while you said nothing. Gently you stroked his cheek which was unusually sallow. Leaning forward you kissed the cheek. Slightly, he leaned into your affection. "I know you will do what is right." Had those words strengthened him, or heaped on yet greater pressure onto Maitimo.

Everything changed when that great host left Valinor. You were left alone and exposed with no one to protect you. Everyone was either gone or wanted nothing to do with you. Maitimo had ordered those of his followers who stayed behind to protect you. But would they be able to? And could you, in good conscience, place those who were under your care into great danger? Thank Eru Arafinwë took pity on your condition. You had been barricaded in Formenos for fear when the youngest son of Finwë and his host came upon the fortress. To your surprise, he brought along Indis and Nerdanel. Despite your disgrace, they brought you with them to Tirion.

You sat on a bench with an outlook to the garden below. Despite its glamorous beauty, it brought you no joy. There was no light for the Two Trees had been utterly drained. It felt like divine providence, the trees set and your love as gone. Now it was dark as the hole in your heart. "Y/n, dear, you should no linger in the cold for so long. "Nerdanel stepped out onto the outlook. " Is it dinner already?" You drew your cloak tighter around yourself. Instinctively your hands cradled your ever expanding belly. "Yes. And Indis has prepared your favourite." At one times these temptations would have been rather tempting. But no food could fill you. Not now. "If not yourself then at least for him." "You are so certain?" Coming from Nerdanel the Wise the idea she might already know was not preposterous. Relenting, you got up. The baby was all you had left.

"And are we to forget that this woman chose to go into exile, against all common sense and decency." It was as you expected. Even with the new Lord of the Noldor beside you. It was Arafinwë's first council as leader (would that make him King now?) in the great halls. You remembered that last time you had been here. How Curufinwë unsheathed his sword and pointed it at his own brother. You recalled the horror and revulsion on the audience's face, and now all their eyes were on you. Every important lord and lady of Valinor were judging you. It hurt to know that some of them had once been your friends. Perhaps everything had been a lie. Your husband despised you and the rest of Valinor bore mistrusted.

"You forget, My Lord, that as a Princess and member of her lord husband's household, she was bound to follow him to whatever ends. It was only when it all became too much did Y/n depart from her husband. Her moral convictions won out, and despite their fëas being one she forsook him." Arafinwe's voice held a steely edge you had not yet heard before. The youngest son of Finwë was often misconceived as being shy, timid even. This was a misconception, he was simply quiet. Never should one misconstrue kindness for complacency. But one should never be complacent with the belief that silence means stupidity. Arafinwë stood up, white robes billowing behind him. You felt Nerdanel place a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Have we fallen so far that we would attack a lonely woman? If we are to proceed with revenge in this matter, are we truly worthy to live amongst the Vala and Maia?' Some had the grace to look ashamed. Despite this, there were still some who had misgivings.

"My Lord, if I may speak." Lady Nimlothel served the house of Nolofinwë, more specifically it was his Lady wife she owed her allegiance to. With an elegant stride, she took the floor. "You may." Arafinwë answered, although his eyes looked wary. "The Lady Y/n is not responsible for her husband's ill deeds. Although I would like to add that Lady Nerdanel never fled into exile, a most wise decision. I suggest that the Lady Y/n retire, at least for a time. It would be unwise to allow such a remnant of Curufinwë's treachery to remain here." You felt so cold, so alone. They might not lock you up, but exile was little better. You would hide away, a forgotten remnant in a far off castle. An embarrassing chapter of Arda's history. Arafinwë sat down, troubled. "This council is dismissed. We shall convey at morning tomorrow."

"We may reside by my parent's hearth. They extend this offer to you too." Emmeril had bolted the chest shut. Sitting on a bed you watched Makalaurë's wife hastening departure. She along with Airin, wife of Curufinwë the Younger (your husband's brother) remained in Valinor. Ilë alone had departed, swearing to follow her husband Morifinwë, to whatever end. You prayed to Eru she would be well. Airin had long since departed. Saddened over the loss of husband and son she departed, destination unknown.

"My Lady, is that all?" One of Emmeril's handmaidens entered. "Take these out to the yard, then we depart." Once the handmaiden departed Emmeril turned to you. "What do you hope to accomplish by staying?" The bond between Emmeril and yourself had never been great. It was not personal dislike so much as never truly understanding one another. Emmeril was stern and hard, chafing against your soft and easy nature. But she had never been cruel or given you reason for mistrust. Emmeril's reasoning was wise in this matter. Leaving Tirion could allow you to start anew. You might have done so if it were not for the babe that dwelt within you. What sort of life would your child have? A permanent exile for the rest of their days? Could you even call yourself a mother while condemning a child to such a fate? Emmeril may think you a fool, and perhaps she was right to think so. But you would not reveal this secret to her. Now was not the time and frankly you were not ready.

Emmeril did not stay long, but departed for her family's home. You watched her go until the last of her horses were over the hill. The room suddenly felt colder, more forlorn. A choked sigh bordering on sobs left your mouth. At times like these you would have walked in the garden with Ilë. Only it was pitch black out and Ilë was gone. A soft knock at your door alerted you. Amarië swept in, pink silk trailing behind. "Y/n, Nerdanel wishes to give council." Rising up you followed Amarië. The hallway was obscured with shadows, torches providing ailing light. Even with windows barred shut you could still feel a draft. Even Amarië seemed to feel it, drawing her robe tighter. Every step echoed in these silent halls. Most had either fled Tirion or barricaded themselves in their rooms. Only guards remained patrolling the halls.

Nerdanel had taken quarters next to Queen Indis. Was Indis even still queen? Suspiciously guards regarded your presence. "Lady Nerdanel had sent for Lady Y/n. Queen Indis is aware." They let you in with a look of reluctance on their faces. The swords on their sides glimmered in the torchlight. Only a short time ago none dared to disregard the Valar's ordinance. Now none dared leave their rooms without protection. Such were these sad times. Nerdanel bore her usual attire, baggy brown pants and a white shirt. Her hair, Nerdanel had her back turn to you, was tied in a loose braid. Rubble and tools lay scattered. When Amarië cleared her throat Nerdanel seemed to finally take notice. "Lady Amarië, thank you." Amarië curtsied and made to leave. "Hold-" "I must depart. Lady Nerdanel wishes to speak to you in private." Now it was just Nerdanel and you. Nerdanel lightly kicked a hammer out of the way and picked up a tray. You smelt citrus and a hint of cinnamon. Sitting down you watched Nerdanel pour a cup of tea. "Care for some?" You nodded. You had the feeling this conversation was not simple idle chat.

Nerdanel did not beat around the bush. After a sip, her grey eyes focused on you. The look was not critical, but the one she adopted when an important topic was at hand. "I heard Emmeril offered you a place at her family home. Why did you not go?" She was not being critical, just inquiring. "I have never been close to Emmeril. It would be an intrusion on my part." Nerdanel poured another cup. "Will you remain here indefinitely?" "Nerdanel I do not know what to do. I am lost. In leaving I condemn myself and the baby to exile. In staying ill may come too, for those that support the Houses of Nolofinwë and Arafinwë have no love of Curufinwë's kin." Nerdanel reached out calloused hands, worn by years of her craft. Your own was not so smooth, for years of gardening had hardened the skin. "Fate may be kinder to you. Our king wishes to provide what help he can." The attempt was well made, yet still you remained unsettled. "My fate is solely in the hands of others. If I stay then it is another exile. I banish my freedom. Perhaps I should leave and lessen others' hold on me." Nerdanel's gaze went to your belly. If one was unaware they would not know. But soon it would swell and then what would happen then? Your family would be harboring a potential heir. Arafinwë was good and wise, but the actions others you must look to. Would they see the baby as a contender? If you stayed at court then an alliance could be built and no one could accuse you of hiding.

"Do what you think is best for yourself and the baby Y/n. But do not forget, make sure you stand on your own feet."

Note: This story has been in my drafts since September and was originally meant to be a one shot. A story surrounding the lives of those who stayed in Valinor is something I have been interested in for a while now. I am unsure how long this story will be. I will also be using the Quenya pronunciation for everyone's names unless canonically one is not provided. All the sons of Feanor use their mother-name except for Curufin.

While I use Jodie Comers face in the gifs and aesthetics for this story it is not meant to be a face claim. I simply like to use a certain character/acter's face in each series.

My OC's (the unnamed wives of the sons of Feanor) are my stand ins for the wives in every fanfic going forward. This is unless I write an x-reader involving one of the three married sons. In that case I will simply write them out. But going forward in this story and others they will exist. I intend to make character profiles for them at some point.

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