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[animatorweirdo]

The Maiar Being Horses...

The Maiar being mythical horse legends.

Requested by Anon

Hi! I would like to request a Silm horses AU for the Ainur? I know you characterize them as the owners in the other Silm horses AU but I was wondering if you'd be interested in doing one for them as horses since it might be fun. Thanks!

(Author note: The Ainur are depicted as the owners, but since I had depicted some of the maiar as horses. I got some inspiration, so I hope you will be fine with just the Maiars. )

Warnings: mysteriousness, Sauron, Melkor, mentions of horse poachers and slight violence, Osse being mischievous and causing trouble with his moods.

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Melian 

- The mysterious mare mother of Luthien. 

- She lives in the forest, out of the human’s sight. The forest and the birds heed her command and presence. When she’s around, you feel like the whole forest is watching you which can leave you unnerved. 

- She would look slightly similar to Luthien, except her eyes would glow green and roots and plants would grow out of her mane. 

- Might appear once in a while to observe the Doriath Woods stable to see her foal, but never comes forward. 

- The only mythical horse no one knows about. 

Mairon 

- A dark tall stallion with reddish and sometimes golden eyes. 

- A prideful horse, who loves order and being above everything else. He is considered the head of Melkor’s riding school horses. 

- Not many know his real form as he wanders among the stable, but sometimes have been seen leaving scorched hoof marks on the ground. 

- No one is sure if Melkor is aware of his favorite horse’s unique traits, but taking his interest in Luthien and other mythical horses, he might be fully aware. 

- Is rumored to release smoke from his nostrils, but no horse or human ever dares to come near him to confirm. 

Eonwe 

- Eonwe is a friendly white stallion of the Tirion stable. He is known to guard the horses from harm and poachers who had tried to kidnap horses from the famed stable. 

- Not much is known about Eonwe’s past, except that he had remained as Manwe’s loyal companion for many years. 

- Eonwe is friendly toward other humans and horses. He is especially gentle with children. 

- The only strange things that happen around him are when some birds come to him occasionally and large white feathers can be found in his pasture. 

- Some have speculated that he is a white pegasus hiding in plain sight, but have never found proof. 

- Eonwe often spends time with Ilmare which is considered peculiar but not strange. 

Ilmare 

- A beautiful black mare with a reclusive nature. She also protects the horses of Tirion with Eonwe, especially during the night. 

- Despite her reclusive nature, she is close with Varda and is friendly with most people. 

- Melkor she is least fond of.  

- Her being a mythical horse is most uncertain. However, some have said to have seen stars appear on her goat during nights when the stars are at their brightest, and her eyes glowing with starlight. 

- Ilmare is a very calm horse, but if angered enough, the one to provoke her will spend a very long time in the hospital. 

Uinen 

- There is a local legend in the Gondolin Hills stable, about water horses that lurk in the great lake and rivers at the bottom of the mountains. In truth, Uinen is one of them and lives there with her spouse, Osse. 

- Uinen is curious by nature but mostly observes and stays out of sight. 

- No one had ever truly seen her and Osse, except those who might have caught a glimpse of them when fishing or swimming. 

- Uinen’s coat is light green and her mane is made from the weed and plants of the lake with lotus flowers growing out of it. It would be easy to mistake her for a simple plant lingering on the lake’s surface till you see a pair of eyes looking at you beneath the water. 

- Some have said to have seen her appear on land to eat fruits and apples, causing believers to leave some as offerings to her, especially during bad weather. It was said if Uinen enjoys the offerings, she might make their weather and river days easier.

Osse

- Spouse of Uinen, and one of the legends of the lake. 

- Osse mostly resides in the flowing rivers and is way more active, but sometimes returns to the lake. 

- Osse is more on the wilder side and takes a slightly more unsettling sight. 

- His appearance is more uncertain, as some have seen him with a gray and blue scaly goat with gills upon his neck and a wet dark mane covering his head, while some had said to have seen him in a form completely made out of water. 

- Osse does not often show himself to humans, but he is the most mischievous of the two legends, sometimes causing the river currents to be stronger or splashing the water to startle the local horse riders. 

- However, it is said he is short-tempered and that his mood could affect the weather and rivers. Awful rains have appeared when trash has been found in his home, or if someone was rude and made insulting remarks, they would find themself get injured or taken away by the river current. 

- These moods were often calmed by Uinen, but the fear of him being angry ensured the local horse riders and people never littered the lake and rivers or made awful comments. 

- He is relatively safe. However, do not leave trash in the forest or rivers, or make awful comments about his home, he might just make a bad river, or attempt to make you fall in the water and drown.

[ruiniel]

Hello!

I hope your feeling better, I myself have been feeling like crap lately so you have my sympathies.

I saw your post on glorfindel and was wondering if you'd be happy with more tolkien requests, though I definitely love your castlevania works!

That being said, may I request a glorfindel and a human lady reader?

Thank you for sending! And yes, welcoming Tolkien requests.

I redid an older Glorfindel scene for this... wanted to 'revive' it instead of letting it sit in my drafts. Might follow up with something NSFW, not sure?

General note: also working on the older asks, it's taking forever

Lairë

Pairing: Glorfindel x human fem!reader

Count: 0.5k

Rating: T

Forlond, Lindon, late Second Age

“Laurefindil, Laurefindil!”

He turns from his musing at the sound of his name, his eyes torn from the swaying waves. The day has given way to dusk, and it’s been one of clear skies and mild winds. He breathes the salty breeze, his chest filling with the rush and flow come from the sea depths.

You’re breathless when you reach his side, taking him by the arm. “Look, look a whale! Do you see it? Look there, to the East!”

Glorfindel watches you for a moment, smiling at the sight of your sparkling eyes. He follows your pointing finger. Indeed he sees the tip of a tail splashing silver foam away in the far distance, just where the Gulf of Lune flows into the sea. “I do see it… well done,” he glances back at you. 

Your hair is loose, your dress wet, the sheer material clinging to your thighs and legs after a spree in the shallow waters kissing the shore. Glorfindel himself is unshod, his plain grey tunic reaching his knees, his trousers rolled up to his calves. 

“Well done indeed, and I win, my lord,” you tease, a finger pointing at his chest. “And you know the wager. Tonight, you dance.” His frown makes you chuckle. 

“I most certainly will not.”

You cross your arms. “That was the wager. You took it. I said that I saw them, and you asked me to prove it. I did. Or does Lord Laurefindil only keep his word when it suits?” For a long time, you’d taken to calling him by his Quenya name, knowing it gladdens him to hear it. “No, you promised. Imagine the look on their faces!”

The Elf shakes his head. “You’re being childish.”

Whatever else he may have uttered, it is lost with the way you barrel into him, and even Glorfindel loses his balance with the swiftness of your movements. The sand is warm beneath him, but it’s also in his mouth and ears. Your face hovers into view, framed by salty locks, eyes now twinkling mirthfully above him. “Rise and let me up, or you go unaccompanied to your dancing tonight.” He tries to sound demanding, but somehow, in the short years he’s known you, you’d come to see through most of his devices. 

A half-smile graces your lips, your arms propped on his shoulders. “Make me.” 

He could never stay upset with you for long, pretend or not. His hands slip along your thighs, up your hips, settling there. He closes his eyes at the warmth of your mouth, trailing along his chin, to his lips. His grip tightens on your hips.

And then he’s fast on his feet, even with you struggling and laughing in his arms.

“Put me down, you cannot! Put me down! Laurefindil! You will regret this!”

Still smiling he carries you, futile resistance and all, to the shore. Glorfindel advances into the lazy waves, painted gold and green in the sunset.  “No,” he takes your chin between his fingers. “You will.” And he drops you.

You gasp when cold water douses your sun-warmed skin, thrashing to be free of him. Anyone passing would stand perplexed at the sight of a famed Balrog slayer jestingly dunking the head of a young maiden beneath the sea while she grapples and tugs at his clothing like a writhing handmaiden of Uinen. Your laughter glitters along the shore, lost in the faraway winds.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Lord and Master

Pairing:  Manwë x Fem. Reader (Elf |Third Person POV)

Themes: Medieval! Ainur | Angst | Dark

Warnings: Dark Manwë | Arranged marriage | Dub-con | Manipulation | Imbalance of power | Oral (male receiving) |Medieval sexism

Wordcount : 3.4K words

Summary: Manwë finally agrees to marry, but is angry because his ability to control his life is being stripped from him. Finally, on his wedding night, the chance to take back some of that control presents itself to him.

Rating: 🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

Rules and tag form here.

A/n: This is my first foray into dark/dub-con, so I apologize if there are any mess-ups in the story.

The wedding passed like an ugly dream. Manwë did all that was required of him, biting the inside of his cheek the entire time.   

When word of his trysts with Námo made its way into the light, ladies refused him one by one. Varda was the first to rescind her offer of marriage. She had declared she did not think highly of a prince who threw the one he loved to the dirt and walked away like it all meant nothing to him. And where she went, the rest followed: Vána and Yavanna agreed with their lady’s choice, as did Arien and Ilmarë. Even the dutiful ones like Uinen, Lëa, and Melian refused the prince’s proposal with a courteous chorus of "Thank you kindly, your grace," followed by "But no." Nienna would never accept a proposal, and Meássë simply laughed in the messenger’s face when he showed her the king's letter. The king had purpled and raged for days when he heard.

Manwë turned to his bride, a wave of deep-seated anger and resentment surging through his veins. Lady y/n was not his choice for a wife. After Meássë refused, Eru finally had to stoop so low as to ask a minor lordling for his daughter’s hand in marriage. That stung as well. 

He glanced at his wife again. She was well-bred and well-mannered, so the others said. Y/n loved singing, sewing, and reading, but she was not what the crown prince wanted in a companion. She was too quiet and docile. She certainly was not Námo, yet he must wed her and secure the line of succession. That was his father’s order and the council's. 

"Wed her, bed her, and put a child in her," the king commanded once the offer of marriage had been accepted. "You are capable of this, yes?” 

Manwë had clenched his fists so hard they turned white at the knuckles. "You command I wed someone I do not desire," he spat, "Yet you heartily agree to your Lord Commander's wedding and bedding a lowly serving girl. How do you justify it, your grace?"

His father’s icy glare pinned him to the chair he sat in. It made Manwë feel so small. "Our Lord Commander is not my son. He will never wear the crown. And Eönwë commands the near-fanatical loyalty of our army. He even saved your life once. Do you not remember? How he fought your brother and bled in your name?" 

Manwë flinched when reminded. "Father...” 

"Keeping a warrior like our Lord Commander happy is in this realm's best interests." Eru interrupted him and picked up his quill and a piece of parchment. The sight made Manwë feel like he was in a ship already listing dangerously to one side. "And yours. That is how I justify it. But if you wish to refuse this marriage," Eru said while dipping the quill in new ink. "You need only say the word, and I will marry the lady instead.” 

And if I refuse, Valinor will learn my lord father has yet another son who flees his duty, the prince thought bitterly. Oh yes, I can hear it now. Poor king Eru, plagued with selfish, disobedient sons who care for nothing but themselves. 

Manwë did not want others to see him as no better than Melkor, but he wished for the days when his brother was heir and life was a carefree dream, where he was master of his destiny and lived how he pleased. Now, with every word and every stroke of his father's quill, he felt his sense of control being stripped from him, sliver by painful sliver. Each day he felt a little smaller and a little weaker. He started to feel more like a boy desperate for approval and nothing like the man he wanted to be.  

Forever bowing my head to the will of someone else. Father, the council, the crown. Is that what I am? Someone who readily acquiesces? Someone helpless and weak?  

Someone coughed. It was the priest. The time had come to exchange vows. The bride and groom turned to face each other, one with eyes full of hope and the other wishing to see nothing before them. 

"One heart," they repeated in unison, "One soul, One flesh. Bound in word, body, and spirit, from this day until the end of all days." 

Y/n looked at her new husband through her veil, thinking how comely he looked in his rich black velvet doublet, and his silver hair falling down to his shoulders in beautiful waves. She hoped to find blushing cheeks, bright eyes, and a shy smile. All she found was darkness in his deep blue eyes and anger in his clenched jaws. It was a warning, a sign of dark things that may come to pass. There was great danger here, but she shrugged the growing sense of foreboding away and still gave him her hand, shivering when he slipped a thin gold band onto her finger. There was nothing else she could do. The contract had been signed, and the vows had been said. For good or ill, she was his now, and her duty as a wife was to obey her husband. That was what she was taught. 

"With this ring," Manwë declared to all present, his words clearly forced. "I pledge my love!" 

His bride did the same. Y/n’s words were sweeter, and filled with tender hope. Her lord father came forward and lifted her veil. Manwë ground his teeth and did his duty, leaning in and kissing her chastely before swiftly pulling away. He accepted the necklace his father presented him in a beautifully carved box and draped it around his bride's throat. Y/n was overcome with the shivers. Her new jewels felt like a noose. She took deep breaths to compose herself and clung to the hope that the prince was as kind and courteous as the songs said he was and that love would bloom between them over time.  

"What the Gods have brought together," came the priest's cry, "let no one tear asunder!" 

The crowd clapped and cheered in approval when the crown prince and princess turned to face them. Manwë dutifully offered his arm, but y/n felt his stiffness as they walked down the aisle together. The chapel was aglow with the light of a thousand candles. A riot of color bled from the stained glass windows onto the floor. Those standing in the upper walkways threw rose petals onto the couple while they walked beneath them. Swirls of red and white rained down on y/n and Manwë even as the doors to the outside world opened. Crowds gathered outside Taniquetil’s great chapel cheered even louder than those inside. Y/n raised her arm and waved to them, thinking her heart would burst with joy. She turned to face her husband, her joy soon wilting like a flower under the scorching heat of the sun. When Manwë turned to her, his eyes filled with something akin to hate. 

“Come, wife," he said stiffly. "It is time we took ourselves to the feast." 

An hour later, they were walking into the great hall for the feast. Y/n tried to talk with her husband during the carriage ride to Ilmarin to engage his attention. Manwë would look at her with little interest before turning away. His cool indifference stung, but y/n chose to be patient. She thought he was grieving the loss of his first love. This will pass soon enough, she thought. Someday she would be rewarded. She was certain of it. 

The feast was a splendid affair. Eru had spared no expense. Minstrels strolled between tables, singing and fluting and strumming lyres. Fire dancers walked on stilts, juggling flaming batons in their hands. Guests dined on thick mushroom soup and salads of beans, onions, spinach, and beets. There was roasted boar and roasted quail and squab, and pears soaked in red wine. There were flagons of mead and flagons of ale, glass pitchers of iced summer wine, and the finest hippocras money could buy. Many broke into loud applause when servants walked into the hall carrying a great swan pie between them. The dish was reserved only for royalty. On this day, it would be served to everyone. Seated at the high table on an ornate chair under a richly embroidered canopy, y/n had little appetite for her food, fine as it all was. Her stomach would tie itself into unpleasant knots whenever she glanced at her husband.  

Manwë's mood had darkened even more. Irmo of House Blackgrave was seated with the other high lords and ladies, but Námo was nowhere to be seen. He had been ill since Manwë sent him away. A common illness, so the messenger said, one that would go away under the tender care of his sister. The prince knew differently. Námo was sick because of him.  

It should be me tending to him, and not Nienna.  

He could not tend to Námo now. The chance to do so disappeared when Manwë put his name on parchment and agreed to take y/n for a wife. With each stroke and flourish of the quill, he felt his sense of control slip away even more, making him feel helpless and angry. 

Weak. Helpless. Forever bowing to the will of others. This cannot continue. 

He heard gentle laughter. It was the Lord Commander's wife. She was wide-eyed while she watched a troupe of tumblers perform incredibly daring feats. Her doting husband kept her in his lap, not caring a whit for what other people thought. Eönwë was content to feed her morsels from his own plate before stealing unexpected kisses, his arm tightening around her waist in a protective gesture when she leaned in and cupped his face. He would listen indulgently whenever she said something, beaming like a man who knew his love was well returned. The sight filled Manwë with despair. He wished to hold Námo the same way, feed him the same way, and drown in his laughter. He turned to face his wife. She was playing with her food. Anger seared through his veins again.  

"Does the meal not please you?" he asked in rough, clipped tones.  

Y/n was startled. It was the first time the prince had asked anything of her since their first meeting half a year ago. 

"It is excellent, your highness," she replied meekly. "But I fear my appetite cannot do it justice."   

Your highness. The way she said it, all soft and submissive. Manwë gave her a measured look.  

Small. Meek. And bound by oath to obey me. The thoughts came swiftly and unbidden. Manwë ignored such thoughts and looked away just as a herald called the guests to dance. His wife placed her hand over his.  

"Shall we dance, your highness?" she asked hopefully. 

Manwë’s mouth twisting into an ugly sneer was all the answer y/n needed. He did not want to dance, eat, or join in the merrymaking. He wanted this night over and done with. 

There is only one thing left to do, he decided, and rose. The music slowly died when he stood to his full height. Everyone's attention turned to him. 

"I confess, my lords and ladies, as much as I would love to dance," he declared with a forced smile, "I have more... pressing matters to tend to with my lady wife. Come, my lady. It is time we did our duty." 

The others laughed. Y/n forced herself to smile. When her husband offered his arm, she rose and took it, turning a deaf ear to the ribald jests shouted their way. She let Manwë lead her through lofty halls and cool corridors, all while her stomach was a roil.  

She had been prepared for her bedding, but the way Manwë looked at her, his eyes ablaze with cold fury, frightened her. She looked straight ahead, clinging to the hope that her fears were unfounded and the prince would surprise her with tender words and gentle embraces. 

That was not to be. When the couple entered an airy bedchamber and the doors closed behind them, Manwë pulled away from her. He walked over to a side table and helped himself to a cup of wine.

Manwë studied her critically. Quiet. Dutiful. Perhaps this can work.

"You must now obey me in all things, yes?"

“I am your wife, your highness. I must obey."

Small. Meek. Bound by oath to obey me. This time, he did not push the thought away. Y/n was bound by oath to obey him. Whatever he asked of her, she had to do it without protest. The knowledge of it was too much for him to resist. 

It is time I regained some control over my life. I will not bow my head to yet another. 

"Undress yourself," Manwë commanded. He walked to the bed, his new boots clicking over the stone floor.  

Y/n blushed furiously. She dreamed of her husband undressing her, giggling while he fumbled with the clasps and lacings in her dress. She did not expect him to order her to undress herself in front of him. 

"Undress yourself," Manwë urged, his words like honey. "Come now. You are a true and obedient wife, yes?" 

Y/n wrung her hands. "I... I wish to be, your highness." 

Manwë lifted his cup and drank deeply, draining it to the last drop. "Then prove to me you are a true and obedient wife. Undress." 

Y/n flushed. She was his wife. She pledged herself to him. Swore to obey him in all things. And obey him she did. She first undid her braids, removing the pins and clips, her fingers fumbling at her hair like they were all broken thumbs. Manwë was content to watch. Seeing her hair fall free in loose strands did something to him. Watching her comply with his command did something to him. Whatever it was, he soon grew drunk on it.  

"You are still dressed, my lady," he observed. "Your gown… it is beautiful to be sure, but it is too much. Unburden yourself. But leave the necklace; I like it."  

Y/n flushed again. This time in humiliation. "Your highness, I... should I be doing this?" 

"Yes, sweet wife," Manwë replied, enjoying himself thoroughly. "It is only proper that you do so." 

His wife managed somehow, her cheeks aflame the entire time. Her heavy gown and sash slowly slipped off her shoulders and pooled around her feet. Her stays and slip followed. When she finally stepped out of the wisps that passed for smallclothes, Manwë put his cup on the ground and stood up, surprised to find himself already hard. 

There were gooseprickles all over y/n's exposed skin. Her eyes were fixed on the floor. Manwë circled her once, then twice, like a predator circling his prey. He let his hand glide up her spine and play with her hair. She shivered when he palmed the soft expanse of her breasts. Manwë felt her tremble. He liked it. It made him feel powerful, for the first time in many moons.  

"Undress me," Manwë ordered, slipping out of his boots.  

Y/n kept her eyes on the clasps on his tunic. She fumbled again, her fingers turning back into broken thumbs. Manwë smirked and kept still.  

Her hands were soft and warm when they brushed against his flesh. She was unsure of herself and hesitant, but she did her work dutifully and quickly. Once freed of his doublet and undershirt, Manwë returned to the bed and stood by the edge. 

"Come, wife," he said, holding out his hand. "Come here." 

His wife took one hesitant step after another, uncertain of what he wanted. Y/n had not been taught much concerning matters of the flesh. Her mother had told her to expect certain things, like discomfort and pain, but she also said such things would go away and the rest would be nothing but magic. Y/n studied her husband. There was hunger in his eyes, and flashes of something far more sinister. She feared there would be no magic this night. Not for her at any rate. 

"Closer," Manwë cooed. "Closer. Good. Now. On your knees." 

Y/n looked at him, shocked. "Your highness... I... I do not understand."  

Manwë grinned wolfishly. "Get on your knees and undo my belt. Go on. You would do it if you really wanted to be a dutiful wife, yes?" 

Y/n licked her lips. Of course, she wanted to be a dutiful wife. From the first moment she saw Manwë all she had ever wanted was to be a good wife and earn his love. She nodded and sank to her knees, grateful for the rug beneath her. She undid the clasp of his belt, then the drawstrings on his breeches. Her cheeks heated when Manwë tugged them down just enough to free his cock. 

"Open your mouth," he said, and caressed her cheek. He ran his thumb across her lips, imagining what they would look like, swollen and glistening with the remnants of his spend. "Go on."  

Y/n looked up at him, thinking she had heard wrong. Manwë caressed her cheek again, almost in affection. "Open your mouth. You do not want to disappoint me, do you?" 

"No," she sputtered. It was a strange feeling, having his cock slip past her parted lips and sink further and further into her mouth. She felt him, thick and salty and heavy on her tongue. Y/n glanced up at him, surprised to find his eyes closed and his head thrown back. 

"Loosen your jaw," he hissed, and wrapped his hands around her hair, pulling it out of the way. "There. Like that."

Manwë's mind soon grew hazy with bliss. Gods, her mouth feels so good. His grunts grew louder and louder. There was nothing else—no whispered endearments—that would soothe his wife and inflame her passions. Manwë did not care. He simply wanted to regain some control. And it felt so good, to take back what control he had over his life. 

I am in control.

Y/n did not know what else to do. She let him thrust into her mouth, her eyes stinging with confused tears. Manwë wiped the tear away with his thumb and brought it to his lips, as if to taste. He shivered when he tasted the saltiness of her tear on the tip of his tongue, and shivered when he felt the warmth of her mouth and the softness of her sinful lips. He wanted to kiss those lips while he claimed her maidenhead, but not now. He was so close that he could already feel a tightness in his belly. He brushed his hands over her hair and groaned when her lips tightened around his cock. Just a little longer. He needed to hold on for a little longer. And that was all he had. The world went still. Manwë let out a deep moan while his body splintered and shook with ecstasy. Y/n could do nothing but grip his thighs while the warmth of his spend filled her mouth.

Manwë panted and drew back, satisfied for now. "Swallow," he insisted, not moving another inch until y/n had swallowed every last drop. He stood back and admired the sight of his wife on her knees before him, her lips glistening and swollen just like he hoped they would be. That sense of feeling powerful returned, this time stronger than before. 

I am in control.

Manwë grabbed that feeling with eager hands, not wanting to let go of it. 

I am lord and master.

He finally walked away, setting himself to rights and picking up the rest of his clothes as he did so. "I will sleep in here," he said, opening the door to a smaller bedroom. "Good night." 

Y/n rose and turned to face her own bed. Her knees were sore, and her jaws hurt. She thought there would be more to this night. "But your highness, this is our wedding night. Should we be…" 

"Do not fret," Manwë yawned contentedly. An hour or two of rest was needed, and then he would consummate their marriage. "I will claim your maidenhead and consummate this marriage. But it will be at a time of my choosing. Not yours. Never yours. Am I understood?" 

Y/n opened her mouth in reply. She thought she deserved to have some say on how this night went. Manwë leaned against the door, his arms crossed, and his eyes darkening again. It frightened her, made her whisper, "Yes." 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes, your highness." 

"Good," Manwë muttered. "Never forget what I am, wife. Your lord and master, nothing less than that." 

Y/n tried to blink back her tears when he slammed the door behind him. Her hopes slowly crumbled like brittle clay. There would be no love. No tenderness. Not with him, not after tonight. Manwë made it plain with his few words that she should not expect more from him. Suddenly more tired than ever, she crawled into bed and slipped beneath a soft pelt, waiting for him to come for her again. 

The thought made her blood run cold.

tags: @cilil​ 

[cilil]

rare pair bingo

Here's an overview of my progress for the TPC rare pair bingo!

So far, prompts have been combined with prompts from other series (and I might do that again if I start another drabble challenge), but I'm also open to suggestions for pairings and/or prompts as standalone pieces!

⸙ Hand Holding: Winter drabbles, Oromë x Vána

⸙ Staring from across: Femslash February, Galadriel x Amarië

⸙ Blushing: Curumo x Aiwendil

⸙ Getting lost: Femslash February, Uinen x Tar-Míriel

⸙ Gift giving: Femslash February, Lótelissë x Litsaiwa

⸙ Cultural misunderstanding: Winter drabbles, Manwë x Varda

⸙ Soulmate goose of enforcement: Anairë x E��rwen

⸙ First snowfall: Femslash February, Aredhel x Elenwë

⸙ And they were roommates: Míriel x Nerdanel

⸙ Flowers: Winter drabbles, Findis x Elemmírë

⸙ Candle light: Winter drabbles, Námo x Vairë

⸙ Hand feeding: Femslash February, Ungoliant x Thuringwethil

⸙ Free space - righteous fury: Mairon x Arien

⸙ Who did this to you: Femslash February, Arien x Ilmarë

⸙ Sparring practice: Winter drabbles, Eönwë x Arafinwë x Ingwion

⸙ Twinkle in their eye: Femslash February, Varda x Yavanna

⸙ Exploring a new place: Uinen x Elwing

⸙ Spin the bottle: Finrod x Caranthir

⸙ Horseback riding: Femslash February, Vána x Éowyn

⸙ Annoyances to lovers: Femslash February, Nári (OC) x Thuringwethil

⸙ Picnic: Winter drabbles, Irmo x Estë

⸙ Climbing a tree: Winter drabbles, Aulë x Yavanna

⸙ Workplace rivals: Winter drabbles, Maglor x Elemmírë

⸙ Hanahaki disease: Winter drabbles, Mairon x Arien

⸙ Drinking game: Tulkas x Oromë

𓆸 Prostate stimulation: Hador x Fingolfin

𓆸 Deep-throat: Fëanor x Manwë

𓆸 Body shots: Vána x Éowyn

𓆸 One-bar prison: Gothmog x Eönwë

𓆸 First time: Dark romance, Melkor x Mairon (x Arien)

𓆸 Leather: Mairon x Maeglin

𓆸 Fuck or die: Fingolfin x Maglor

𓆸 Strap-ons: Haleth x Caranthir

𓆸 Overstimulation: Dark romance, Glorfindel x Erestor

𓆸 Mutual masturbation: Screw Yule, Nienna x Nerdanel

𓆸 Humiliation: Turgon x Caranthir

𓆸 Predator/prey: Melkor x Ungoliant

𓆸 Free space - ritual: Dark romance, Mairon x Witch King

𓆸 Knotting: Screw Yule, Mairon x Finrod

𓆸 Phallic gags: Maglor x Imladris crew

𓆸 Medical kink: Fëanor x reader (2nd person)

𓆸 Glory hole: Fëanor x Finarfin

𓆸 Angry sex: Melkor x Manwë

𓆸 Masks: Maeglin x Lords of Gondolin

𓆸 Interspecies sex: Dark romance, Melkor x Maedhros x Fingon

𓆸 Naked sub/clothed dom: Ar-Pharazôn x Mairon

𓆸 Hypnosis: Elrond x River Spirit

𓆸 Messy sex: Glofindel x Erestor x Ecthelion

𓆸 Pet play: Dior x Amras

𓆸 Feet: Maglor x Lúthien

𓆸 Extra - handjob: Arien x Eönwë

[dirty-ainur-confessions]

Imagine being a sailor and getting railed by both Uinen and Osse

you might even mistake uinen for some form of siren with how utterly ethereal she is. her eyes that shine like the moon on the sea, her tempting voice. she lulls you into a sense of security, asking you to give yourself to her as she pleases you oh so tenderly. unwinding you on her fingers, pressing soothing kisses to your neck and aching muscles due to your voyage

. . . and then ossë comes around, teaming with jealousy at the sight and bickers at his wife to allow him room. he's rough, ravenous, like a raging sea storm as he pulls you into his lap with your back flushed to his chest — fucking you until you're creaming around him so nice and prettily while uinien tends to your clit with her skilled fingers and kisses you drunk

[babybarrie]

Imagine you are a child of Uinen and Ossë. A mermaid/man of such.

You wash up near Dale and the humans take you in at Bard’s wishes. Putting you in a glass and stone tank, they tend to you as best they can but always trying to ask you if you have anything you prefer, seeing as though there are not really any merpeople in existence. Upon hearing about this odd creature, Thorin(yes, they all live) seeked them out, curious. When he came face to face with you, he felt the need to have you. To keep you near. As such you are a sight to behold, no matter the different appearance and race. Thorin asked if he can take you to Erebor to do further study of you and to give you a change of scenery rather than just the insides of Bard’s home. After a bit of convincing, Bard allowed it, taking a bit of pity on you being all housed up and a bit cramped.

 After a while spent in Erebor, you are soon moved to a much larger tank, he enjoys the way you move around in it. So graceful, so calming, so serene. Slowly he fell in love with you during your time in his kingdom. He fell in love with all the stories of the sea and your passion when telling them. He fell in love with your sensitivity to loud sounds, thus why he always made sure he spoke calmly with you. He fell in love with you utter adorance for all creatures of the sea and even those on land. He fell in love with your small but lovely voice when he got the chance to hear it out of the water. He also fell in love with your sweet and alluring singing. It all calmed him and made him feel whole. 

[fuckedupamericangirl]

Of Maia and Elves

Maedhros x Reader

I’ve decided to go ahead and use the Sindarin names for the Noldor

When she decided to help the Noldor she hadn't expected much in return from  them besides maybe a few silver bracelets thrown in the ocean as thanks, maybe a golden necklace or two, or some pearl earrings. Never in all of Arda did she think the thanks she would receive would be in the form of love. Love of all things was the one thing she neither needed nor wanted and now she was stuck in a corporeal form.

Now here she was angry and frustrated, switching from one shape to another trying to scare them all off.  She was going to kill them, which ever elf had the audacity to fall in love. Námos be damned!

“Who did it?!”

No one dared to say a thing. She had gone from a beautifully ethereal creature to a hideous kraken. Now she didn't know what her form looked like, but by the look on the elves faces it wasn't very pretty. 

She repeated her question this time taking the time to look around and then she saw it. The face of a man afraid and in love, so she ran to him at first in the shape of vicious monster and then she decided that killing him wasn't enough. Nope killing him wasn't enough she was going to torture him a little first. So the giant monster turned into a little mouse and up the elves trouser. She bit and clawed at his legs, but he started to fidget and curse. She went up towards his torso and did the same, but this time he fought back. Where she went he tried to grad at, but she always seemed to escape him.

In the satisfaction of her work she slowed down and he managed to grab a hold of her tiny little rodent body. He must of ripped his top off and flung it away because one second she was squirming in his hands and the next she was halfway across the beach. 

She went back to the form she had taken when the accident happened and for a moment it seemed the tables had turned. He rushed towards her and screamed out, “What is wrong with you?!”

He was tall for an elf and handsome too. Had it been under different circumstances she wouldn't have minded the unwanted affection. But these weren't different circumstances and now she was stuck as a being of flesh and bone until the elf died.

“What’s wrong with ME!” She kicked his shin and he grouted and fell to the ground.He grabbed on to her and they wrestled around the sand until she bit his hand and he pushed her way from him. He moved away from her and tried to get up. 

Maedhros screamed, “You're a vile, sadistic, little creature!” 

“SADISTIC!” He saw the anger in her eyes and he regretted ever getting on those boats.

“I’m SADISTIC!” She walked towards him and he nearly relieved himself when his eyes met her gaze again. The look in her eyes had changed from anger to pure unadulterated rage. “I should have let Uinen sink all your ships.”

“And saying that proves you’re any less sadistic?” He looked hurt. He had his hand over where she had taken the biggest bite, but she could still see the way it had begun to bruise. The small bites and scratches she had given him had all drawn blood and looking at him trying to hide the pain he surely felt made her feel ashamed of her actions.

“I’m sorry I bit you, but you deserved it!”

“How in Arda did I deserve to nearly get eaten alive by a rodent? Please do pray tell!”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you did!” He looked surprised by her statement.

“For the sake of time just tell me what I did?”

“I’m immortal and you’re nearly immortal!” She pointed at her self and then to him, “We have all the time in the world.”

He sat himself beside her and for the first time since their little fight had started he remembered that he was surrounded by thousands of his people and all of them were looking at him or more importantly at her.

“Fine, if not for the sake of time, then for the sake of my people tell me what I have done to warrant such a reaction?”

She looked at up at him and noticed that the form she had settled in was much smaller than his.

“I know you’re in love with me.”

“That’s ridiculous I just met you.” Maedhros tried to sound as honest as he could. He technically wasn’t lying. He had just met her and it was ridiculous of him to fall in love with her so prematurely.

“Don’t lie to me,” She could feel her face tighten into a scowl.

“I don’t know how you knew, but I don’t understand why my feelings for you would elicit such a violent reaction from you.”

Her face softened and her mouth let out a little oh, “You don’t realize what you have done.”

“What?!”

“We’re married now.”

He didn’t know what he expected her to tell him, but it most certainly was not that, “No! We are not!”

“We are so! I’m bound to you, Maitimo!” She said his mother name in a way that made him almost through up. “As long a you’re alive I’m forced to maintain my Fëa in a corporeal form.”

They sat in the sand for what seemed like a long time and then out of nowhere she got up and offered him a hand up. She looked like a goddess and he looked like he had just finished fighting a bear.

“Come on husband! You’re father is about to do a very stupid thing and we need to stop him.”

P.S. I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing but I’m doing it

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

And here it is! The full masterlist for @silmsmutweek ! It was such a joy participating in this event and writing about characters and pairings and themes I had never done before.

Warning: Each post contains material of an explicit and sexual nature.

Minors DNI | 🔞 | You are responsible for the media you consume.

❤️‍🔥 Day 1: Seeds of desire / Gothmog x Melkor

❤️‍🔥 Day 2: To give and receive / Finwë x Indis

❤️‍🔥 Day 3: The ties that bind / Makar x Meássë

❤️‍🔥 Day 4: The invitation / Manwë x Eönwë x Ilmarë

❤️‍🔥 Day 5 : Little bird / Tevildo x Fem. reader

❤️‍🔥 Day 6: Beneath the stars /Oromë x Celegorm

❤️‍🔥 Day 7: While the seas roiled / Varda x Uinen

❤️‍🔥 Silmsmutweek writer's challenge : The same song / Maedhros x Maglor | The first of many glorious nights / Haleth x Caranthir

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Tolkien Masterlist

Middle Earth

Gondor

Lothlórien

Beleriand

Rohan

Rivendell

Amon Lanc:

Mirkwood:

Thranduil x Finrod x Reader

Angband:

Melkor x Reader

Almaren:

Mairon x Reader

Utumno 

Valinor

Ilmarin:

Eönwë x Reader

Halls of Mandos:

Námo (Mandos) x Reader

Forests/Halls of Oromë

Alqualondë:

Námo x Lissëndë (OC)

Halls of Tulkas

Tirion

Formenos

Fëanor x Reader

Character x Character ships

Varinen (Varda x Uinen)

Calamórë

Fëanor x Námo

Lords of Ilmarin (Manwe x Eonwe)

Medieval! AU

Medieval! Ainur AU Masterlist

Modern! AU

Mairon x Reader

Thranduil x Reader

Headcanons / Layouts / Mood Boards

Tevildo: HC 1

Alqualondë: City layout | Olwe’s palace layout | Temple of Eru layout

Re-embodied Finrod in Mirkwood: Part 1

The five kingdoms of the sons of Fëanor

Multi-Part Fics

Thranduil x Fem. Reader: A Better Future

Eärwen: Iron Hall

What would a character do:

What would Thranduil do

Stories for beautiful art

Tolkien OCs

Silmarillion AU Worldbuilding

[cilil]

Hope you enjoyed the recent possessive!Valar x reader headcanons and imagines! I thought it might be cool to focus on the Maiar for the next one, so:

Note: I will pick 3-5 total, with your top choices plus the ones I chose myself. And yes, Eönwë is not on this list because he falls into the latter category <3

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And that's a wrap! From the 27th to the 30h of December I have a set of Dead Dove fics and taboo relationship fics lined up for posting. Enjoy your holidays, and have a virtual hug from me if it's not turning out the way you hoped it would be. Cheers!

Minors DNI/🔞

Christmas fic requests:

12th December – Aegon the Conqueror x Fem. Reader: Gift giving/part 1

13th December – Aemon the Dragonknight x Fem. Reader: The first snowfall

14th December – Balerion (the deity) x Fem. Reader: Gift giving/part 2

15th December – Modern! Beleg x Fem. Reader: Christmas morning breakfast

16th December – Modern! Celebrimbor x Reader: Secret Santa

17th December – Elrond x Fem. Reader: Snowball fight

18th December – Modern! Eönwë x Modern! Tulkas: Mistletoe

19th December – Fëanor x Fem. Reader : Twas the night before Christmas

20th December – Modern! Fingon x Reader: Hot chocolate and marshmallows

21st December – Glorfindel x Ecthelion: Winter Solstice

22ndDecember – Modern! Mairon x Fem. Reader: Baking

23rd December – Modern! Thranduil x Reader: Snowman

Winter Prompts for the @ainursecretsanta side event, and inspired by these prompts created by @cilil

12th December – Candles and light: Varda x Uinen

13th December – Decorating: Tevildo x Thû

14th December – Gift giving: Makar x Meássë

15th December – Hope: Estë x Elrond | Elrond x Celebrian

16th December – Letters and cards: Eönwë x Arien

17th December – Memories: Medieval! Melkor x Medieval! Manwë

18th December – Mistletoe: Aulë x Yavanna

19th December – Regrets and resolutions: Maedhros x Tulkas

20th December – Reindeer and sleighs: Vána x Nessa

21st December – Songs and carols: Gothmog and the Balrogs

23rd December – Ugly sweaters: Modern! Námo x Modern! Vairë

Whimsy's Christmas pick-a-gift special

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For this event, I have listed my chosen pairings for each day. Each story will be linked after it has been posted for @silmsmutweek. A summary is included for each fic. I have created a tag form just for this. Please note blogs without an indicated age will not be tagged for any of these stories.

Minors DNI | 18+. These fics will include triggering themes like incest and dub-con. You are responsible for the media you consume.

A/n: My beginning to write on the topic of incest does not mean I will be taking requests for such pairings for the foreseeable future.

Please click "keep reading" to see the list of days and pairings and themes.

Day 1 : Melkor x Gothmog (Monsterfucking, masturbation) - The lord of Angband pleasures himself while fantasizing about his Captain and Lord of the Balrogs.

Day 2 : Finwë x Indis (Canon relationships, tender sex, first time, inexperienced partner) - Finwë teaches Indis how to give and receive pleasure during their first time alone as husband and wife.

Day 3 : Makar x Meássë (Magical and supernatural elements, incestuous relationship) - The twins defy laws and accepted convention after finding a way that would allow them to be intimate with each other without the others finding out.

Day 4 : Manwë x Eönwë x Ilmarë (Threesome) - The Elder King and his herald invite Ilmarë to join them in bed after they catch her watching them during the act.

Day 5 : Tevildo(non-bestial form) x Fem. reader (Dub-con, predator/prey) - Tevildo promises freedom to a thrall if they escape. If they do not, they must do whatever he asks of them.

Day 6: Celegorm x Oromë (Unsual locations, public sex, sex in a forest) - Celegorm struggles to confess his feelings for Oromë. Does Oromë feel the same?

Day 7 : Uinen x Varda (Femslash, Alternate Universe: Medieval) Varda and Uinen make the most of a stormy night while traveling by sea.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Well hello everyone! I have decided to do something different, and focus mainly on the Ainur (Valar and Maiar both.)

I will take requests for Ainu of your choice x Reader, or ships. I have also included prompts for you to choose from.

Soft

Smutty

You can also send in an emoji (s) for a short headcanon on your favorite Ainu, or for a group of them.

Ships I will write for:

Thuringwethil x Mairon

Melkor x Mairon

Melkor x Gothmog

Manwë x Námo

Manwë x Eönwë

Melkor x Fëanor

I will consider other ships also.

Spicy levels: 🔥 | 🔥🔥 | 🔥🔥🔥. Please indicate which level you would like, if not I will have to default to 🔥.

Rules and tag form can be found here.  

Please send your requests in by 5th May, 9PM Sri Lankan time, as I will stop taking requests after this.

What to look forward to in the coming weeks:

Tevildo HCs

Námo x Fem. OC one shot inspired by these HC's written by @edensrose

One shot for Varda x Uinen

A Fëanor one shot inspired by these reactions written by @doodle-pops

Námo x Fëanor one shot (angsty for sure in some form or the other)

Part two of Flesh and Blood (Aemon the Dragonknight x Fem. reader)

Randoms: Fantasy constellations for for Aulë and Yavanna, and heraldic devices for them and Ulmo.

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Updates

I will not be taking requests for a while. However! there is a lot of stuff to look forward to. For the next two months (and beyond that) look out for the following:

💫 The remaining chapters of Flesh and Blood, an Aemon the Dragonknight x Reader fic

💫 A Jacelyn Bywater x reader one shot

💫 Chapter one of a multi-part fic featuring Cregan Stark and a Targaryen princess (OC). This will be an age diff post where the princess is Cregan’s second wife. There will be an OC fact sheet accompanying this post.

💫 A Fëanor x Námo angst fic

💫 Medieval! Ainur fics (A list of noble houses will be posted before this)

💫 A Varda x Uinen fic

💫 My take on the Athelas Drabble challenge by @edensrose and @cilil​  (some of these may feature medieval themes)

💫 The remainder of the ainur x reader requests

💫 A series of fairytales from each of Westeros’s kingdoms (one for each of them)

💫 Jewels and keepsakes of the Targaryen family (hoping to write from the POV of a maester)

💫 My own set of prompts

Regular asks/anons are welcomed.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hello everyone! For December I have scheduled a heap of fics to keep you all entertained until the day before Christmas eve. Here is the full list:

Christmas fic requests:

12th December – Aegon the Conqueror x Fem. Reader: Gift giving/part 1

13th December – Aemon the Dragonknight x Fem. Reader: The first snowfall

14th December – Balerion (the deity) x Fem. Reader: Gift giving/part 2

15th December – Modern! Beleg x Fem. Reader: Christmas morning breakfast

16th December – Modern! Celebrimbor x Reader: Secret Santa

17th December – Elrond x Fem. Reader: Snowball fight

18th December – Modern! Eönwë x Modern! Tulkas: Mistletoe

19th December – Fëanor x Fem. Reader : Twas the night before Christmas

20th December – Modern! Fingon x Reader: Hot chocolate and marshmallows

21st December – Glorfindel x Ecthelion: Winter Solstice

22ndDecember – Modern! Mairon x Fem. Reader: Baking

23rd December – Modern! Thranduil x Reader: Snowman

Winter Prompts for the @ainursecretsanta side event, and inspired by these prompts created by @cilil

12th December – Candles and light: Varda x Uinen

13th December – Decorating: Tevildo x Thû

14th December – Gift giving: Makar x Meássë

15th December – Hope: Estë x Elrond | Elrond x Celebrian

16th December – Letters and cards: Eönwë x Arien

17th December – Memories: Medieval! Melkor x Medieval! Manwë

18th December – Mistletoe: Aulë x Yavanna

19th December – Regrets and resolutions: Maedhros x Tulkas

20th December – Reindeer and sleighs: Vána x Nessa

21st December – Songs and carols: Gothmog and the Balrogs

23rd December – Ugly sweaters: Modern! Námo x Modern! Vairë

Also on the 22nd of December, I have planned a special choose your own gift featuring the Angband fam.

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Posts to look forward to over the next two weeks.

A layout of High Tree Hall, home of Medieval! Lord Oromë, together with the House Sigil.

As promised in a poll, Medieval! ainur wedding x wedding night featuring Oromë x Fem. Reader

Medieval! Meássë Headcanons, ranging from physical description, favourite weapons, relationships, etc.

Varda x Uinen fic

Requests currently open. Please check out my new prompts for inspiration and rules.