#mairon x finrod

[dalliansss]

Just putting this there… subtly… ❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way… for popstar au….

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Mairon Aulëndil is told that he snores like a bison when he is asleep, and he is out like the dead -- and that only the worst of catastrophes can wake him from sleep. But he doesn't care about people's opinions on how he sleeps, and how deeply he does it. Can't hear them over his billions, so to speak.

And anyway the only person who has a right to complain about his sleeping habits is Finrod Felagund, the worldwide sensation Polish K-pop star that Mairon discovered through TikTok, dated, and then took home.

So. Mairon is asleep. That is, until a very rude chocolate-colored and golden-eyed British shorthair cat jumps onto the bed, pads over to him uncaring and steps on his face. This wakes up Mairon with an offended yelp.

"Ai! Draugluin--!"

The cat purrs and starts to knead on his chest, his butt obnoxiously near Mairon's face--

Mairon sits up, disgruntled. He puts his cat to the side. He loves his cat but sometimes, the baby tests his patience like no other. Then he realizes that Finrod is already awake and dressing up in a very sparkly, fitted performance outfit. His sugarbaby boyfriend's hair is already styled in curls and waves, and that sinful face already has a full make-up on, with matching metallic shades of blue eyeshadow.

Mairon is distracted because-- That butt. Good lord in heaven not that he believes in any religion.

"You look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way," Mairon croaks. Draugluin is momentarily forgot, but the cat has simply curled up to sleep on his mama's lap.

Finrod spins around, styled blond hair dancing. Mairon holds his breath and almost has a heart attack-- but thankfully his front...uhm, bulge-- isn't too indecent or there'll be hell to pay. Mairon won't let him out of the house, for starters.

"It's for a game show!" Finrod chirps, now approaching him. He grabs Mairon's face, smooches him silly, lipstick and lipgloss and all. "I'll see you for lunch! Hotel Astoria, right?! Mwah mwah mwah!"

That was all and Finrod flounces out of their room, leaving Mairon half-stunned as he sits on the bed, his face smeared with lipstick and lip gloss.

@skaelds

[doodle-pops]

Pocket-Sized AU! Elves Adventures

A/N: In celebration of recently earning 1.5k followers, I couldn’t help but share a project I had been working on since January 2022. Returning to my old Wattpad days of Pocket-Sized Imagines, I decided to create this for fun and as a new AU with excitement to share. I do hope you all enjoy these pieces I've made!!

Context: Follow through on an adventure with different elves as your Pocket-sized friend.

Style of Content: Headcanons & Alternative Route

Introduction: When your life had been down the drain in the past few months and your lack of having good friends became an issue, you found yourself isolated. Days rolled into weeks and nothing seemed to be working no matter how much you pleaded to have good friends in your life. Growing frustrated in a final plea for comfort and someone to care for and adore you, one day, you decided to shut the world out.

However, you awoke to the sound of an anonymous knocking on your door. Rushing, hoping for a moment of opportunity, you came face-to-face with a giant grey box sitting on your porch and a note attached, addressed to you.

𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑌/𝑁,

𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑜�� 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

𝑀𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑗𝑜𝑦, 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘!

𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦,

𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠

𝑃.𝑆: 𝐷𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑘𝑠.

Growing more confused about the letter and the contents of the box, you first peered around your porch for the suspect before eyeing the box. Taking a deep breath and reaching out to unfurl the silver ribbon, the box came undone to reveal multiple smaller boxes of the same colour, yet, one stood out the most. The same grey box, but with the addition of a red bow.

Tempted to unravel this box first, you reached forward and brought it closer until there was a muffled “Hey! Hey! Careful!” making you freeze for a moment before ripping the cover off to reveal a tiny person inside.

Gasping and nearly falling on your butt, you braced yourself against the doorframe as you were caught in a staredown with this mini-person. Larger eyes staring in panic at smaller, softer and much serene ones.

“You’re a...what are you exactly?” you doubted in astonishment and interest, focusing on the movement and expression he cast.

“I’m not a ‘what’, I’m a ‘who’. Who am I?” he rectified as he stood upright with tiny hands upon his waist while looking up at your gigantic figure. “I am an elf, and a pocket-sized one to be precise, sent here to care for you and be your friend...so my Master says!"

Speechless at his ability to move around and speak like an ordinary person, you were slightly dumbfounded. “Ah...”

“You must be the giant mortal my Master spoke of? Y/N was it? I am...”

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ House of Feanor

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ House of Fingolfin

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ House of Finarfin

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Lords of Gondolin

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Doriath

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ House of Elrond

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Gil Galad & Gwindor

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Bonus: The Ainur

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[saintstars]

My King (repost)

[mairon-goth-minion]

If I had a dollar for ever TRAGIC GAY SHIP™ I’d DIE for, I could GET SO MANY MORE BOOKS

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Here it is. The list of Kinktober posts scheduled for sharing, along with the dates.

Warning: Each post contains content of a sexual nature. Minors DNI /🔞

Reader insert requests:

Squirting: “Above all else” | Fëanor x Fem. Reader – 10th October

Size kink: “Made for me | Námo x Fem. Reader – 12th October

Breeding kink: “Strange needs” | Re-embodied! Finrod x Fem. Reader – 14th October

Bondage (hands and arms): “The vow” | Caranthir x Fem. Reader – 18th October

Threesome: “Another bedmate” | Melkor x Mairon x Fem. Reader – 20th October

Spanking: “A new source of pleasure” | Fingolfin x Fem. Reader – 22nd October

Age difference: “The Black Swan” | Arthur Dayne x Fem. Reader – 24th October

Temperature play (Wax): “New delights” | Aemond Targaryen x Fem. Reader – 30th October

Whimsy’s Kinktober specials

Mistress kink: “Mistress” | Varda x Eönwë – 16th October 2023

Temperature play (Ice/Cold): “A welcomed chill” | Arien x Tilion – 19th October

Physical description and NSFW Alphabet for: Arthur Dayne -25th October

First time: “Crimson and gold” | Tulkas x Maedhros – 26th October

Physical description and NSFW Alphabet for: Thû -28th October

NSFW alphabet for Thuringwethil - 31st October

[meadowlarkx]

Finrod/Sauron and 28 (as a lie) for the kiss meme?

Finrod woke in the darkness and found Edrahil near him. His eyes were accustomed to the gloom of the pit now, and he surveyed their surroundings as he tested, with his spirit, the strength of his remaining enchantments. There seemed no imminent danger, no wolf-like growling and snuffling. The dim shapes of his companions were still, but their breathing was steady. So Finrod turned his attention on Edrahil and let himself take his hand.

His friend looked barely hurt. He glowed against the ceaseless night of the pit. An indescribable emotion surged in Finrod's chest like the tide. What regret, to have led such a friend here to die. What joy, to find him a faithful friend, nonetheless, and wonderful.

"I can only thank you," he said softly. "I have no heart yet to say sorry."

Edrahil nodded, and looked on him seriously. "Our errand…" 

His voice was more musical than Finrod expected to hear it. Perhaps after days of Orc-speech and wolf-growls the familiar grew sweeter.

Finrod raised his hand and kissed the knuckles, dragging both of their shackles with the motion. "Speak not of it."

“As you command, my lord.” 

Was that pause—assessing?

Finrod sighed, frustrated. His mind was playing tricks on him, making him distrustful of an Elf-captain he knew like his own soul. Edrahil would not give them up to Gorthaur’s listening ears; he was more pragmatic and tactically-minded than Finrod himself. “I should command far less, I think.”

“You may command me always,” said his friend’s sweet voice. “Long have I loved you.” He kissed Finrod with the ephemeral caress of a flickering flame.

[hazelmaines]

Me, watching Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet for the first time in 25 years: there's a completely unhinged young Artanis/Mairon AU somewhere in here, better start taking notes.

[jewel-pixelheart]

Random Update ✍️🏻

I've been reading The Silmarillion this morning (I finished the passage in the book when Finrod Felagund died).

I guess I'm around half-way through the book ? And you know what, I should've taken notes 😅

There's so many informations and characters. I don't even know where to start with my Maia OC Elmyr 🤯

Well, I guess I will finish the book first and see afterward ? But I'm not against some help if you have better knowledges on Tolkien's work than me ✨️

But still, this book is one of the best I've ever read so far ❤️‍🔥

[antares0606]

@dalliansss @skaelds

[love-and-doom]

This is the smoking gun that settles Sauron's feelings for Galadriel as being romantic canonically because not even the people that dismissed all that went down between Gal and Hal as merely the actors having unforeseen chemistry are able to explain why her brother is so desperately full of lust for her and is terrified of losing her We know that Finrod's actor was given notes to act like he did and that wasn't an accident at all

Okay,

I don't think we, Haladriels, discuss this moment nearly as much as we should.

When Sauron pulls Galadriel into his illusion, he disguises himself as her brother Finrod.

Just look at this! When he started it, he really thought he had a chance of convincing her and pulling her to his side. But she didn't buy his theater performance, and, as she slowly stood up and walked away, it probably felt for him as if a handful of sand was seeping through his fingers, as that chance was withering away inevitably.

He lost his temper completely.

Her back was turned on him, so she couldn't see him, but we, the audience, did. He was calling for her desperately, his eyes darting around, he breathes heavily, he didn't know what to do here. He, the control freak himself™, had zero control over the situation.

He needed her next to him so much but he couldn't bring her there. So in his extreme desperation he shouts "Look at me!", and that moment was so intense for both of them that in transition to the next illusion Galadriel lost her balance and leaned forward (I think both because of sudden change of location to water terrain and the scream).

Wow. I mean, just wow.

(a little clarification: by "he needed her next to him so much" I mean at all times, not just in that moment)

[dalliansss]

lol please this one my fren

of all the idiots in the world, i'm stuck with you.

I could see popstar au or bitm au

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Mairon Aulëndil cannot believe this is happening.

The one time he and his sugar baby boyfriend took a commercial flight, first class, because the private jet wasn't available for repairs, and they get beset by disaster of epic proportions. He stands there, by the airport, growing red all the way to his ears, arms crossed, and he is tapping his shoe tak -tak -tak, louder and louder, as he waits and waits (he despises waiting. Has despised waiting, unless it will bring him billions in profit that will enable him to buy another island, auction-buy more artwork, buy more jewelry, buy Finrod jewelry and bags and property and cars).

But what is the problem?

The problem is that his precious, his sugarbaby boyfriend, his gorgeous blonde of a pretty thing, Finrod Felagund, has been held up by security. For what reason? He doesn't damn well know. First, Mairon was going through security no problem, Finrod closely at his heels with his cabin-luggage, and then something beeped, and then the security were all over Finrod, and Finrod was now sitting on the floor opening his luggage and unpacking every damn--

Mairon feels the vein throbbing somewhere by his left temple growing by the minute. Will the aneurysm develop right then and there and explode? Maybe they'll find out.

Security has apparently taken issue with many of Finrod's electric things. For one, his high-tech toothbrush. Even his toothbrush is expensive, that iO10 thing from B-oral that had a built-in color display, timer and a sensor magnetic charging stand that amused Finrod to no end because it made sure he brushed his teeth for the dentist-recommended two minutes.

Security has also flagged down his Oreo Eye Massager, and his Oreo Facial Cleaning Tool that Finrod swears works like magic and loves using it with that La Mer cleanser that Mairon always buys for him. He can't take those, security is saying. He should've put them in his check-in luggage, blah blah blah. Also now he can't take his ridiculous amounts of La Mer cosmetics and skin care products, that is just beyond the allowable limits, you should've taken it into your checked in baggage, so sorry Mister Felagund, my daughter is a fan of your music but security is serious business, you know--

Mairon's patience snaps. This is why he despises flying commercial. He steps forward, snarl on his beautiful face.

"Get off him!" He snarls toward one of the security trying to get the toiletry bag Finrod is hugging to his chest. "Don't touch him or I'll make sure you will lose your job!"

Finrod turns to him with those hard-to-refuse-beautiful-blue eyes, his lower lip quivering pathetically, but Mairon grabs the toiletry bag from his hand and throws it on the floor, scattering the jars of cream and eye serum and whatnot-- and he grabs the high-tech toothbrush too and the Oreo face tools, throwing them at the security staff.

Then Mairon grabs Finrod by the hands and pulls him by his feet. "If we can't bring them then take them, eat them, and shove them up your--!"

He herds Finrod with him, keeping an arm around his sweetheart's waist. Finrod is already crying pathetically into a kerchief.

"Hush," Mairon half-snarls. "I'll buy you new ones when we get back to Korea. Hush, I said. It doesn't matter. Come on. I'll buy the company that makes La Mer if it pleases you. Hush now, precious. Hush."

Long story short, they manage to board their flight, and are soon settled in their first class accommodations. Finrod is hugging into his side, still sniffling a little. Mairon pets his golden blond hair.

"This is why I keep telling you not to overpack things," Mairon says. "You will get harassed everytime. You see?! You don't listen to me! Fuck's sake. You can always buy stuff you need when you get to where you're going. Stop now. Stop crying. You'll puff up your nose and you'll look like a stupid tomato. Of all the idiots in the world, I'm stuck with you. Hush. Hush."

Finrod takes one last big sniffle and quiets down. "But you gave me all those as gifts. Of course I'll take them with me. I just..."

Mairon could roll his eyes to the next planet. How he despises this about Finrod, yet also loves it all the same. He kisses his sugarbaby boyfriend's swollen eyelids.

"Quiet down. Look, let's just watch Lord of the Rings, all the extended editions, ok? Go check the food menu and order their chocolate cake. Stop crying. You'll ruin your pretty face. Stop it. I love you. It doesn't matter. I'll buy you more and I'll buy you the entirety of La Mer too. Hush now, my darling."

Mairon fumbles for the remote and selects the first movie they'll watch: The Hobbit, an Unexpected Adventure, extended edition. Finrod stops sniffling completely as the opening credits begin.

@skaelds

[doodle-pops]

“How Much Do You Love Me?”

A/N: This was originally planned for the underrated character event and ended up being scrapped at the last minute. Enjoy!

I’D DIE FOR YOU…in a heartbeat, if you ever asked them to choose, they would instead give their lives so that you can continue living. They preferably die, even if the act was selfish, which meant leaving you alone for the rest of your life. It would pain them to leave you behind to suffer and grieve their deaths, but it was better than staining their hands with blood while continuing to live. It simply wasn’t a part of their nature. It felt more heroic to give their life to save the love of theirs.

Celebrimbor, Fingolfin, Fingon, Argon, Finarfin, Finrod, Angrod, Aegnor, Glorfindel, Ecthelion, Egalmoth, Rog, Galdor, Beleg, Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, Erestor, Gil Galad, Manwë, Irmo, Námo, Eönwë, Tilion

I’D KILL FOR YOU…and there’s no joking around when some got on their knees and swore to remove anyone and anything that threatened to harm or take you away from them. They have no issue in removing the enemy with their hands—getting them dirty was all a part of your protection. The act of taking someone’s life never or no longer bothers them so long as you remain safe and alive.

Feanor, Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, Amras, Fingon, Turgon, Maeglin, Thingol

I'D BURN THE WORLD FOR YOU…and they would do it in a heartbeat if that was the only way for the both of you to live in peace without any enemies and threats. A guaranteed method to sustain both your happiness and forever. A world without anyone to obstruct your love and steal either of you away. They would set the world on fire to remove everything so long as you remain at their side, and from the ashes, they’ll merely create a new world for you both to live in peace.

Feanor, Thingol, Melkor, Mairon

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[saintstars]

@meadowlarkx thousand and one night au perpetually rotating in my brain

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Updates for the week

Here’s what you can look forward to this week!

Reader insert requests: "You toil too much, husband."

Mairon poured over many pieces of parchment, all of which were filled with drawings. He welled up with loathing whenever he glanced at them. "The beauty in imperfections", Mairon x Fem. Reader, (An hour or so after this post)

                                                       ⍣⍣⍣

Y/n was still drowsy when she opened her eyes. She had seen herself with her father, listening to him play the harp and sing while her mother sewed away by the fire. There were hot pies and fresh fruit and cheese to nibble on, and her father would leave the harp to indulge in her thirst for tales of the Blessed Realm. Home was safe and warm, and everyone was alive. “A Better Future” Part 1, Thranduil x Fem. Reader (7/6/2023)

                                                       ⍣⍣⍣

Your skin prickled out of fear. You closed the shutters of your window and sharply turned away as soon as a wretched scream carried through the courtyard. You did not want to dwell on that sound or from whom it came. There was no need to feed your nightmares with fresh fodder. “A Lord’s Proposition”, Melkor x Fem. Reader (7/9/2023)

Headcanon and Worldbuilding: Re-embodied Finrod in Mirkwood (7/5/2023)

Saltstone Keep: A layout of Olwë’s palace and surrounding grounds (7/7/2023)

Medieval! Ainur AU: Eönwë had dreamed of you. He dreamed of you often, and every night. He would see himself chasing you through the empty halls and corridors of Ilmarin, always missing you by mere moments. Your laughter would ring out like a song. "Find me," you would say and taunt him, and run away from him in a swirl of silk and ribbons. "I am here," you would say again, and then you would call out from somewhere else and say, "No. I am here. Here I am, my lord." “The Favour”, Eönwë x Fem. Reader, (7/8/2023)

Please be mindful of warnings and themes at the begining of each post.

[meadowlarkx]

Finrod/Sauron + 46? 👀

46. ...out of envy or jealousy (came out sort of a "missing scene" type thing for my fic Opening)

Mairon’s curling fingers pressed into the soft places beneath Finrod’s jaw. He would not be easily appeased: so he told himself. He would have what he craved. He would not allow himself to be distracted or dissuaded: things Finrod was too skilled at by half. He was master of this isle and all who breathed on and under it.

The image of Finrod’s unbound hair, glinting in the torchlight and mantling him as it moved in the dance, returned to haunt him. He had catalogued, distantly, the faces of the human thralls who had gathered with him. With welding-torch vividity he remembered the flare of Finrod’s smile amid a rippling laugh. Sweet had its sound been, sweeter than the crude singing.

“Stand,” he snapped.

Finrod rose with the maximum grace one could expect of someone who had knelt on the rough flagstones at Mairon’s command a day entire. He rolled his shoulders in an unselfconscious way that Mairon still suspected of having been staged allure. He found he could not tell, however, which tempted him to believe it was not. He thought, absurdly, of comforting him. No—Mairon would keep his focus. After all, he was still angry.

“Give me thy hands.”

Finrod frowned, but held them out, palms up. He arched a dark-gold brow, and cast a sweeping glance down across the dirt-stained knees of his flimsy robe. “Has your trust in me declined so precipitously? I confess myself disappointed.”

Oh—he thought Mairon meant to bind his wrists. This expectation annoyed Mairon unreasonably.

He took Finrod’s hands in his own, flickering ones and gripped them. It was only when the Elf flinched that he realized he was clasping them with too much strength. He tugged him nearer none too gently, and himself glided back. Finrod’s bare feet hastened to catch up.

After a moment, Finrod’s lips quirked, and some awareness sparked to life in his light-filled eyes and spirit.

Thinking of that smiling vision, the one before him was almost enough. Enough to whet his appetite, if not to satiate it. Art amused? Mairon might ask. Laugh for me. Laugh.

“Strange have thy desires been of late, Mairon,” Finrod was saying. He spoke Mairon’s name like a caress, and Mairon suspected having shared it he would never hear another ‘lord of Tol Sirion’ from him. “If I were not thy captive, I could almost imagine that we were dancing.”

Caught, Mairon felt his fana contort instantly into a scowl. His grip upon Finrod’s hands scorched, growing clawed and viselike; yet he drew Finrod nearer, and nearer yet. He heard a pained sound, and smothered it with his mouth. He imagined he could draw the Elf’s spirit out through his parted lips, his lush heat. Finrod’s joy was there; inside him like a treasure in a lockbox. At last, unsatisfied, he released Finrod and he fell, short of the air Mairon did not need to breathe.

“Thou wilt remember thou hast offered me obedience,” Mairon spat.

Finrod wiped at his mouth and his knuckles came away red; either hand or mouth was bloodied. “I remember exactly what I owe thee.”

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Chapter 8 is out after the TRSB hiatus!

In the end, she froze, unable to avert her gaze from a discovery so monumental, it would change everything. Never would she be able to forget the sight of rippling, sweat-sheened muscles wrapped around smooth, soft skin or the near-mournful howls of impatience and rapture echoing through the forest to buffet her like a hot gale. Artanis, meanwhile, was much more preoccupied with the peculiar and uncharacteristic stillness of her oldest brother who’d meanwhile slipped back into his gaudy but suspiciously crumpled raiment hastily; she’d expected Findaráto to now hail his kinsmen loudly, chattering with single-minded, desperate cheeriness through the initial moment of embarrassment before convincing his cousins to host him as if this was their ancestral home rather than a bare cave in the forest. None of these things happened.

Warning for another explicit chapter!

Hunted H(e)art

My dear friends,

Have a discarded draft for another fic that I'll rewrite and add to as I go along!

I shall not be posting the fic on tumblr, as the chapters tend to be rather long, and I don't want to strain your eyes or overburden your feeds more than necessary.

Anyway, if you want weekly updates to a story combining all my favourite characters and ships, hop on over to Ao3!

Lot of love!

Pairings: Fëanor & Fingolfin, Oromë & Nessa, Amrod & Amras, Aredhel & Galadriel, Maedhros x Fingon, Turgon x Finrod, Celegorm x Curufin, Melkor x Mairon (and some more)

Words: hard to say...20k?

Warnings: Gen chapters, E chapters, hunting, blood, sadness, trauma, sex, incest, the usual

If that sounds like something you'd want to read ⇢

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Chapter 2 (Gen)

Chapter 3 (Celegorm x Curufin)

Chapter 4 (Aredhel & Galadriel)

Chapter 5 (Amrod & Amras)

Chapter 6 (Turgon...x Finrod)

Chapter 7 (Maedhros x Fingon) (explicit)

Chapter 8 (Celegorm x Curufin (x Finrod) ⎮ Galadriel & Aredhel ⎮ Melkor xMairon) (explicit)