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[doodle-pops]

Making You Flustered | House of Elrond + Doriath

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elrond

Elrond loved the way your cheeks reddened whenever he leaned in close, pretending to inspect something trivial like the way you held your quill, the angle of your wrist when writing or the book you were reading. He didn’t need to be that close; it was entirely unnecessary, but it was a game he played. His subtle touches—like brushing a strand of hair behind your ear or gently resting a hand on your shoulder while standing far too near—always sent your heart racing.

He’d feign innocence, his expression neutral, but there was always the smallest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. You’d catch him watching you from across the room, his gaze steady, knowing exactly how to get under your skin without saying a word. And each time, your flustered state only encouraged him more, making it a quiet, unspoken routine between you.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Erestor

Erestor had a knack for subtle teasing, and he enjoyed catching you off guard when you least expected it. He’d always find some excuse to lean over your shoulder while you were reading or reviewing documents, his breath warm against your ear as he pointed out something in the text. “You missed a spot,” he’d murmur, knowing full well that you hadn’t.

His words weren’t the issue—it was the closeness, the sudden proximity that left you stammering. He’d always move away before you could form a coherent reply, leaving you blinking and embarrassed as he returned to his desk, the faintest glimmer of amusement on his otherwise serious face. There was something undeniably satisfying to him about the way you’d blush, the way your composure crumbled so easily with just a word or a glance.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elrohir

Elrohir had an easygoing charm that made it impossible to stay calm around him. He’d casually drape an arm around your shoulder as though it were the most natural thing in the world, pulling you close without any warning. The act itself wasn’t dramatic, but it was the way he’d grin down at you, entirely aware of how flustered it made you, that sent your heart racing.

He knew how to push your buttons—whether it was sitting a little too close, brushing his hand against yours, or teasing you with playful comments that left your face burning. When you tried to brush it off or roll your eyes, he’d only laugh, thoroughly amused by your reactions. He thrived on the tension, enjoying the way you squirmed under his teasing attention.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elladan

Elladan wasn’t as subtle as his brother, but that didn’t make him any less skilled at making you blush. He’d purposely interrupt you during the most mundane moments, pulling you into a sudden embrace, playfully spinning you around when no one was looking or pulling you onto his lap when you wanted to sit.

His actions always left you at a loss for words. He’d compliment you out of nowhere, his tone so sincere and his gaze so intense that you couldn’t help but blush under the weight of it. And when you tried to respond, fumbling with your words, he’d just laugh, clearly enjoying how easily he could make you lose your cool.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Thingol

Thingol was subtle in his approach, but his regal demeanour made every glance and gesture more intense. He enjoyed making you flustered during council meetings or formal gatherings, catching your gaze with a lingering look from across the room, his eyes gleaming with amusement. When he spoke to you, his voice was always low and velvety, forcing you to lean in just to hear him, which only made your heart beat faster.

He had a way of standing too close without it being obvious, his presence overwhelming as you tried to maintain your composure. It was in the way his fingers brushed yours when handing you a scroll or the way he’d let his gaze linger a moment too long—leaving you flustered and trying to recover while he carried on with his usual grace.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Beleg

Beleg had a playful side, and he loved to make you flustered during training or casual moments in the woods. He’d catch you off guard with a sudden tap on the shoulder or an unexpected, playful nudge while walking side by side. When you trained together, he’d close the distance during sparring, moving far too close under the guise of “demonstrating” a move, his smirk betraying his true intent.

You’d try to maintain focus, but the warmth of his body so near always made your mind go blank. He’d laugh when you faltered, knowing exactly what he was doing. He liked to tease, asking if you were distracted or if you needed him to demonstrate again, fully aware of the effect he had on you. His teasing was lighthearted, but it always left you feeling completely off-balance.

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[lovefairymina]

*sits on a rock somewhere in the forest, crying in the rain*

Thingol: Y/n, what are you doing here? You will get sick and die!

Y/n: I am going to die anyway. From heartbreak, because you hate me. You hate me because I am a human. Saeros told me everything. I know, and I am going to die.

He knelt in front of you, his gaze intense but softened with concern. “Saeros is a fool,” he said, voice steady yet firm. “But I do not hate you Y/N, nor would I ever. You are more to me than fate. Come with me and we will not speak of such lies again.”

Without waiting for your protest, he gently pulled you to your feet, wrapping his cloak around your trembling form. “You will not die from heartbreak—not while I am here.”

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Day 4 | Prompt: Woods of the Great Lands

Pairing: Nornorë x Tinwë Linto (Thingol)

Themes: Angst-ish | Soft

Warnings: Brief mention of war and death

Word count: 400+ words

Summary: Nornorë and Tinwë reminisce while they walk in search of Melian.��

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Minors DNI 

"Hail and well met, my Lord Nornorë." Tinwë stood before the herald of the Elder King and offered a low bow out of respect. "We meet once more."

"Hail and well met, Lord Tinwë," Nornorë acknowledged him with a graceful tilt of the head. "Or should I say, King Thingol?"

Tinwë flushed. Whether it was from pride or shame, Nornorë could not say. 

"Thingol. It is a name I have not heard since... since my lady wife took me into her arms for the last time." Tinwë paused, then hesitated. "Is she here, my lord?” He peered down winding pathways and into every thick and shaded copse he could see, all in the hopes of finding his wife. “My lady, I mean."

"She waits for you in the gardens down yonder." Nornorë turned down a path lined with Larinquë trees full of golden blossoms and urged Tinwë to join him. "Come. Let me take you to her."

They walked in companionable silence before Tinwë finally said, "The attendants of Lord Mandos said the world had changed since I walked it last. They said the mighty woods of the Great Lands are now a shadow of what they used to be."

"Indeed." Nornore welled up with sorrow. His eyes slowly burned with many an unshed tear. "The War of Wrath brought with it the ruin of a great many things. Even entire families were destroyed, root and stem. Do you remember our first meeting?"

"I do," Tinwë replied, and looked around. "It was by a lake, beneath a starry sky. We were frightened, all of us. We thought you served him, and we tried to hide ourselves."

"Do not fear to utter his name, Lord Tinwë," Nornorë counseled. "He cannot set foot in the Blessed Realm, not anymore."

Tinwë nodded and continued. "Then you soothed our fears and revealed your purpose. We followed you. We saw with our own eyes the glory of this land and returned to speak of it to our kin. We urged them to see it for themselves."

"And then you lost your way." Nornorë smiled. 

Tinwë's smile was a reflection of his. "And then I lost my way. But I do not regret it, my lord, not for a moment."

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[corsairspade]

Celegorm but everything about him is 10x funnier because he's a chronic ainur fucker and just doesn't tell anyone about it. He looks inwards and decides marriage is between elves so deciding to roll around with maiar of the hunt is absolutely valid and not marriage. Who's ever heard of an elf marrying a Maia?

Elven polyamory may be illegal but it doesn't count if he's just ferrying kisses between Oromë and Vána- they're not elves. No, it's not hypocritical, what are you talking about. Just don't tell his father. What? No, not because of the whole polyamory thing, Feanor's just got a thing about Valar. Yes Celegorm is sure that's the only reason he doesn't want to tell his dad.

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

dior and nimloth having the number of children they do is kind of funny if you think about it a little. thingol and melian have one child early on in their countless centuries of marriage. beren and luthien have one child early on in their decades of marriage. then here comes dior and nimloth springing three kids in the span of as many years (granted, elured and elurin are twins, but still). this wouldn't earn them so much as a second glance from humans -- but the elves around them probably thought they were chronically and freakishly horny

[sesamenom]

co-high kings galadriel & celeborn

since elrond doesn't want the kingship, galadriel & celeborn are the eldest in middle-earth of the lines of Olwe and Elmo respectively. olwe is older but hes the king of the teleri not specifically doriath sindar so there might be some dispute between which line the sindarin high kingship jumps to, but they very conveniently happen to already be married and so can skip all that and just be twice the headache for sauron

[imakemywings]

Orodreth: So how is Thingol handling being an empty-nester?

Beleg: This is Turin, his new mortal son. We're working on getting mom and sister too.

Orodreth: Gotcha.

[meadowlarkx]

sexiest silm line contenders

"Beware therefore how you princes of the West bear yourselves; for I am the Lord of Beleriand, and all who seek to dwell there shall hear my word."

"But Maedhros laughed, saying: 'A king is he that can hold his own, or else his title is vain.'"

[pastelsugar6w6]

In Aman-

Oropher, an 8'+ giant picking up his son to hug him: There's my beautiful Spring! Oh look at you! Still my cute little elfling after all this time! 🥰

Thranduil, 7'+: Put. Me. Down. 😡

Legolas, 6' nothing: Cute?! Little?!??!! What the fuck am I to you then?! A dwarf?????

[silmarillaure]

Even though I usually prefer purely Noldorin Míriel because I hate the idea of certain elf tribes having "exclusive" looks, her being a distant (keyword: distant) relative of the Telerin Royal family from who she get's her iconic silver hair can also be fun. Because then I can headcanon she looks like Elwë, Eärwen, Celeborn, & Celebrían and that Finarfin, Galadriel, & Elrond literally all have the same type as Finwë and it would also mean Indis has to see Míriel's ghost even in her own descendants, as if they were meant to be Míriel's all along.

[crownedwithstars]

Why doesn't Thingol just give the Silmaril to Fëanorians?

One thing I find curious about the discourse around the Silmarils and their ownership issues is how it seems to often simplify the Sindarin and especially Thingol's perspective. I mean, Thingol giving the Silmaril Beren and Lúthien stole from Morgoth's crown to the Fëanorians is framed as somehow easy and obvious option. But I don't think it really is?

It's not even about whether Thingol is right or wrong to act as he does, it's about why his actions are justified from his point of view (and why it is more believable than him being compliant to Noldor).

1. Noldor disrespected and antagonised Thingol from the start. They have given him little reason to be nice or helpful.

When the Noldor arrive in Beleriand, they immediately start to do their own thing, and disregard Thingol, the local sovereign who is regarded as the overlord or at least respected and revered by the Elves native to this region. But Noldor (and Fëanorians) do not attempt to gain his friendship and alliance, they don't establish diplomatic relationships, they bring no gifts (which would be expected in this kinda medieval based society) and neither do they ask for help as Exiles, they don't let Thingol know where they are going to settle down or ask whether it's convenient but grab lands whether the locals like it or not, they don't recognise his position even as a friendly gesture, they don't disclose the nature of their expedition, withhold important information, and most of all, they bring violent trouble to his backyard. This must seem deeply and outrageously insulting to Thingol, especially because these princes are children and grandchildren of Finwë, Thingol's close friend - and yet they treat him without an ounce of respect.

Thingol is no less proud or particular about his position than Fëanor or Fingolfin is. He probably has not had it challenged or ignored by anyone except Morgoth's servants. Also he may see it as indicative of general Noldor prejudice/disdain against Sindar.

Whether Noldor had justified reasons for the way they act upon landing in Middle-earth, you can't deny that they don't do even the bare minimum to win the locals over. Yeah, you could argue that bringing reinforcements at the time when Morgoth returns and becomes active in Middle-earth again is something, but this is still not a way to treat potential friends and allies.

2. The Kinslaying of Thingol's people and kin at Alqualondë and the burning of their ships.

Obvious, really. He may see himself as standing in for Olwë, and regards the Silmaril as weregild for slain relatives and friends - people he himself probably knew before Teleri were sundered. Also why would he respect Fëanorian property rights when from his point of view, Noldor don't give a damn about Teleri or their rights?

Thingol may also judge that the Kinslaying and burning of the ships disputes the Fëanorians' right to the Silmarils and their moral high ground to a degree where anyone brave and cunning enough to reclaim even one of them becomes a rightful owner. Obviously he is biased in Beren and Lúthien's behalf but it would be weird if he was not? After B&L's efforts and their suffering, and quite literally achieving the impossible, he may be of the opinion that they have more right to the Silmaril than Fëanorians who seem more invested in competing Morgoth for land than for the Silmarils. Thingol may share the same attitude as Dior has in one of the drafts: there are two more Silmarils in the same place where the one in his possession came from, so why don't the Fëanorians go get them first?

3. Celegorm and Curufin.

I mean, after the way Lúthien was abused and attacked by the two brothers, Thingol could be holding on to the Silmaril out of pure spite. His daughter never gets any apology for how she was treated, and Thingol has no reason to believe that C&C's actions - and the attempt to force Thingol into an alliance - were not sanctioned and approved by the rest of the brothers. These people have been consistently terrible at everyone Thingol loves and cares about, so why should he help them in any way?

4. The Silmarils mess with your brain.

It's clear that the Silmarils have an unwholesome effect on almost everyone who possess them. Time and again Tolkien describes how characters fall prey to this greedy, possessive lust for the Silmarils. I mean, Fëanor and his sons are ready to spill blood again and again just to get them back. There is something about the jewels that, if you desire them for their own sake, kind of enslaves you to them. Thingol won't give up the Silmaril to Fëanorians because he can't.

5. The Doom of the Noldor compels him.

It's explicitly stated in the Doom that while the Oath will drive the Fëanorians, it will never yield its objective, and the Silmarils will elude them. As soon as Thingol names a Silmaril as a bride price for Lúthien, he becomes involved in the Doom and what it dictates, limiting his control of the situation. Because of the Doom (and the effect the Silmaril has on him), Thingol is not free to give it to the Fëanorians.

[doodle-pops]

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆You Have Heterochromia Eyes

Headcanons: Curufin, Argon, Finarfin, Egalmoth, Thingol and Beleg

A/N: First of the event to go up. Been thinking of doing one with reader having starry eyes, but that’s an idea for another time. Enjoy!

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Curufin

Known for his keen senses, the moment you entered the room, he was able to distinguish the difference in your aura from everyone else, and it was all because of your eyes.

“Your eyes are quite captivating,” he remarks as he stares into your orbs, wondering which to focus on. His inquisitiveness causes him to slightly lean into your space to gain a closer look.

Of course, you respond informing him that your eyes were more unusual than captivating. To which he shuts down politely, informing you that ‘unique’ and ‘majestic’ were the proper words to describe your eyes.

Curufin usually finds it impossible to leave your side, wanting to learn all that he can from you while gazing off into your eyes and getting lost as the conversation continues. He finds it difficult to remain focused, especially when you meet his eyes with an equal stare. “Which eyes should I stare into today?”

As a way of appreciating your eyes, he doesn’t waste a moment launching himself into the forge to whip up a piece of jewellery that matches the shades of your eyes and your personality.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Argon

The youngest Prince of the House of Fingolfin becomes a stuttering, blushing mess as he morphs into a poet while lying about his poetic skills being terrible. He can’t take his eyes off yours to the point that he gets scolded for staring too hard.

He always finds excuses whenever he’s around you to look into your eyes, so he doesn’t come off as creepy. Mostly making jokes or performing some stunts so your eyes can always be on him.

Compliments roll off his tongue ten times every ten minutes because you deserve to know that he adores your eyes and how much they suit everything about you. Loves to make comments about Eru not knowing which colour to give you, so he gifted you the two/three most beautiful.

“It’s almost as if your eyes match your mood as well,” he’ll mumble while pushing his face closer to get a better look as if he wasn’t already an inch away from your face.

As a way of showing his appreciation, he could commission a piece of jewellery for him to wear with the respective gemstones that match your eyes. That way, whenever you’re apart and he looks at it, he’ll remember your eyes (because they’re also sparkly and bright).

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Finarfin

He has seen his fair share of heterochromatic eyes before (his eldest brother), so it wasn’t a big thing when he heard people speaking about yours. That was until he stumbled upon you for the first time and blurted out that your eyes were the prettiest to ever exist, better than his brother.

Finarfin makes it his business to ensure that you don’t ever forget that your eyes are filled with the essence of the Light of the Two Trees, and if anyone disagrees, he’s having none of that.

Poems and songs written by yours truly and recited on the cliffsides or beaches during sunsets and sunrises because your eyes sparkle and light up even more. Gets lost in your eyes, literally, because they’re the windows to your soul.

Loves to observe you as you speak due to your expressiveness which becomes enhanced by your eyes. Every micro-expression, he picks up and fawns over because how can someone look as beautiful as you do when blinking.

Can never be upset with you because all you have to do is pout and flash him those puppy and BAM, the argument is over. It’s worse if you cry because you look beautiful when you do, and he forgets that you’re sad, caught up in your gorgeousness.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Egalmoth

He tells you immediately, right off the bat, that your eyes were the blueprint for the reason behind the name of his House (lies obviously) because he’s starstruck by the magnificence behind them.

Egalmoth deeply appreciates your eyes and the significance they hold (in his opinion). As a Lord of exquisite taste in art and all beautiful things, he makes it his business to turn your eyes into a passionate subject of admiration.

“Your eyes are as captivating as a starlit night,” he would whisper one night while stargazing. “I have never seen anything like them, for I do not know if you should share them with the world or be selfish and share them with only me.”

He can’t figure out which eye he should focus on as you speak because both are equally captivating, it’s impossible to pick one, so you’re stuck with his tropical bird dance. At least he has impressed you, so it worked in some ways.

Like the others, he easily finds himself under hypnosis the minute to flash him a sweet expression whilst using your eyes to do most of the work. Whatever you want, just say the word and Egalmoth will get it for you.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Thingol

“You must be a Maia or Vala, for no ordinary person can possess such beauty all at the same time.” Smooth words to greet you with upon your first meeting, and it did work. Thingol feels as though you have cast a spell and placed him under it upon first sight.

It’s impossible to deny you whatever you want when you bat those pretty lashes and flash him puppy eyes to have your way. You’ve found his weakness, and he isn’t ashamed to say that he enjoys it.

Praises unlike any other and worships the ground you walk on, ensuring that you don’t ever feel ostracised. He wants you to understand that your uniqueness should be cherished and understood.

Like the others, he believes that there must be something extraordinary about you, hence the reason you possess those eyes. It’s as if they enhance a special ability of yours (yeah, getting spoilt).

To him, beyond all the weakness they make him feel, they also bring about a sense of tranquillity, similar to the forest of Doriath. He seldom finds himself strolling throughout the forest, deep in thoughts about you.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Beleg

The moment he met you, he almost fell to his knees, believing that you were some deity come to bless or speak with him. Turned out even better, you were sent to be with him, and he is thankful each and every day.

He claims that whenever he looks into your eye, he sees the forest and suddenly calmness washes over him. It’s as though you bring to forest with you, wherever you go, and Beleg is eternally grateful your gift.

Doesn’t like to disagree with you, so even if you were to agree, those eyes were enough to end the dispute. He crumbles so easily while clinging to you and pouting about not liking the look your beautiful eyes are giving him.

You’ll be speaking to him, and his eyes are just like ←↑→↓ because he doesn’t know which one to focus on. He finds it difficult to focus on one eye when both deserves equal attention at the same time, yet with all the hunter skills he has, he can barely focus on both.

He believes that with eyes like yours, you probably see the world differently, hence why he enjoys listening to your stories of adventures. There is a level of privilege he feels when he is told off the world through your eyes.

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[lovefairymina]

*Hugging Thingol * You've seemed really stressed lately, thought you could use a hug. Thank you for doing such a great job my love.

He accepted the embrace with a grateful smile, his weary eyes softening. His deep sigh echoed the gratitude in his eyes. “Your support means everything,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Your kindness eases my burden. Thank you, dear heart.”

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

‘Twas the night before christmas

Pairing: Thingol x Female Reader

Summary: ‘Twas the night before christmas, and all through the house, the sounds of you and Thingol carried, and there’s no appropriate replacement for mouse. (No, seriously. I tried. And failed.) 

Themes: Christmas | Modern | AU | Smut

Warnings: Explicit content of a sexual nature | BDSM | Spanking | Blindfolds | Dirtytalk | Mention of subspace

Minors DNI | 18+

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Not a single sliver of light pierced the thick fabric of your blindfold.

It dimmed some of your senses, while greatly heightening others. Your hands gripped onto the silk scarves that were bound around your wrists, keeping your arms over your head and your body to the bed, in one place. 

A warm, callused hand gliding over your ribcage made you arch your back. That same hand now cupped yor ass and you tensed, waiting for the strike that would follow.

It was sharp, stinging, robbing you of breath. Skin turned red and then he spanked you again, and again, even branding your thighs, making you throb and writhe. You panted, your body already on fire. “D-don’t stop,” you breathe. “Please.”

Thingol spanked you once more, before gently massaging your sore muscles, letting his hand glide your thighs, your belly. “Do you have any idea how you drive me wild when you say that?”

You could only muster a nod. You couldn’t see him, couldn’t see the effect you were having on him. All you knew was what he was making you feel, like you were the only thing in the world to him.

The next spank made you jump. “I like how you writhe beneath me.” There was a second spank, then he dipped his head, just low enough, till his lips were brushing over the shell of your ear. The warmth of his tongue sent a tremble down your spine. “And that’s where you should be,” he rasped. “You should be beneath me.”

Your response was drowned with a kiss. It was slow, lingering. It made your pulse quicken, your body ache with even more desire. The warmth of his skin when he pressed his body against yours was addicting. You simply couldn’t get enough of it. When you arched your back his hands came to rest on your thighs. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

Despite the blindfold, despite being bound to the bed, you could feel the strength in the coiled muscles of his thighs as they forced yours apart, how his hand came to rest on your hip, as if to hold you in place. Your back arched again when he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. He groaned when he felt the lushness of your slick heat. He wanted to feel more of it around his cock. “Yes?” he breathed.

He kept rubbing his cock against your wet slit, sending jolts through you. When he teased you by entering you a little, then pulling out again, you mewl, “yes.”

His cock nudged past your clit, stretching your walls. Blindfolded, unable to see, unable to move your hands, you feel so much more. How his breath felt warmer, how his touch felt rougher, how his cock stretched your hole as he sunk his lenghth deepper and deeper. Thingol’s tongue licked past your parted lips, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh of your lower lip. His free hand roamed your body, tracing lines over your collarbone, gliding over to cup one of your breasts. Artful fingers pinched a nipple, drawing out a muffled moan from you, prolonging your pleasure. You could feel your eyes roll back when he started with a gentle, shallow thrust. “T-thingol,” you sobbed, craving release. “P-please….”

His free hand was now gliding lower, before resting your ass again. The spank that followed made you whimper. “Does that feel good, my starlight?” When you hummed a barely audible yes, that you wanted more, Thingol indulged you. Shallow thrusts grew rough and deep, making you cry out his name. The feeling of your cunt growing empty every time he pulled, only to stretch and fill every time he slammed his hips into you made you gasp, making your mind go blank, made you feel like you were floating. Through the fog, you could hear his grunts, now deep and laboured. Your own breath came in erratic huffs. You rest your feet on the backs of his thighs. You felt your walls throb and clench, and your body felt like it was racing toward a precipice. Thingol found a rhythm you liked and rode you relentlessly, dipping his head so his lips could feast on yours. Soft, you barely thought. His lips were so soft and so hungry and demanding. Your breath caught, everything suddenly went still, and then--

Your world felt like it had blackened and come to a halt. Your body felt like it had splintered into a hundred pieces. You couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe, your fingers gripping tight onto the silk binds as your orgasm ripped through you, making every inch of you tremble as it had never done before. Thingol’s name rolled off your lips in a whisper. Through your blissed-out haze, you felt Thingol thrust one final time before he climaxed with a satisfied grunt.

The world felt so still for the longest possible time. The clock ticking away was the first thing you heard, then his breath, and yours. The weight on the bed shifted, and you suddenly felt empty when he pulled out of you. Minutes passed, and then, the mattress sank again. Hands went to work on you. The first to come off was the silk binds, then your blindfold. The room was lit with the light of a single candle, and Thingol was right there, seated next to you, brushing back your hair. “Are you well, my starlight?”

You felt like you were floating back to earth. “So good, meleth,” you murmur. “Tonight went better than I thought it would.”

Thingol was relieved, but he wanted to take things easy, pamper you a little, make sure you didn’t just crash. “Then it is time for a hot bath. And maybe some hot chocolate by the Christmas tree?”

Despite the intense and overwhelming sensations washing over you, you find yourself perking up at the thought. It was almost midnight, and the two of you could welcome Christmas together. “That sounds wonderful.”

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

someone could write pages and pages and pages and pages on elu thingol's life. he could be the protagonist of like five book trilogies each with 600 words per book. he was born in cuivienen where the first non-divine life awakened; he lived through morgoth's earlier attempts to corrupt the elves and very likely lost people he cared about to them; he witnessed the war of the powers; he was among the first of his people to see valinor, having visited it under the invitation of the deities who helped originate the universe; he was the sole flesh-and-blood being in all!! of!!! history!!!! who met, fell in love with, and married a goddess that was there before creation even existed; he and said goddess were the progenitors of a unique bloodline that produced some of the legendarium's most famous figures; he separated from his brother for a very very long time; he was so loved by his people that they refused paradise if he wasn't there with them; he fought battles against morgoth's forces and saw loss as well as triumph during those battles; he was one of the oldest beings and longest-reigning kings in all of beleriand, not to mention he ruled its most ancient and most mystical, otherworldly kingdom; he was the father of two of the most famous heroes in-verse, whose deeds and stories continued to be told millennia after their deaths; he was again the first!! and!!! only!!!! elf-king in all of history to adopt a human as his own son. and throughout it all, he has a cohesive character arc. he grows to respect a people whom he once distrusted and looked down on; he comes to accept the choices of those he cares about even if he doesn't agree with said choices; he has to learn to let go of his loved ones no matter how much it grieves him. if those five trilogies existed i would be reading and rereading every single one obsessively

[edennill]

I kinda get why people in the fandom tend to have strong negative feelings about the Quenya ban because forbidding languages is not typically a good look, but for what it's worth, as a member of a nation that has had to deal with cultural genocide time and time again, I don't think it's really the same thing as the typical language policies of colonial empires.

I don't know how to explain this exactly, but... there is no other attempt at suppressing culture, the Noldor did do them wrong and Thingol is within his rights to feel betrayed... Yes, it was a badly thought out act of wrath, but it's not really comparable to the actions of real-life governments, and as someone whose nationality by necessity makes one conscious of the existence of such, it kind of puts me off when that is invoked. And I'm not saying that you cannot feel otherwise about it, because it is a thorny subject. But it's just not how I understand it.