#Caranthir x Reader

[doodle-pops]

Better Than The Stars

Caranthir x reader

Request: Hi Mina! Can I request a one shot where Maedhros or Caranthir are married after being reincarnated and they're struggling with people opinions about their children (hair color, their patrents past, Fëanor...) meanwhile their wives don't care even more because they're noble and know about their society (plus Nerdandel Is supporting). However lots of fluff and family actitude 🩷 thank you!!!! - @foreverandadaydarling

A/N: A pleasure to create this piece on your behalf dear. Enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, angst, comfort/happiness, reborn!Caranthir, arguments, Caranthir wanting to separate

Words: 2k

Synopsis: There were days when even the great son of Feanor required reassurance that your choice to be a family was genuine and not out of guilt.

Pulling the blanket over your shoulders, you stood in the doorway, watching your husband tediously slave away, attempting to garden. A chore that once came easily during his youthful and glorious years of peace was now foreign and laborious. You would have been fine with assisting him, but quick he was to assure you that you shouldn’t be the only one labouring around the household. Your response? A simple smile and a pat on his shoulders before leaving him to his own devices.

It was now spring, and Arien’s rays were barely peeking through the clouds to relieve the winter coldness. What little crop you two managed to save during the previous seasons was now getting the opportunity to grow. Winter was harsh for you two since you no longer lived in the comfort of your parent’s homes or the lavish life you once did in Thargelion. Returning to Valinor, branded as outcasts or the darkened ones, most of your family turned blind eyes to many of the returned—as did the former servants of his house. Most were quick to beg for forgiveness and repent their rebellion towards the Valar and were easily forgiven; however, their compromise was to never serve under their house again.

You, along with a few of their spouses, openly chose to remain at their sides after their rebirth, believing that if they were given a second chance at life, then there was still good left in them. Unfortunately, your choice of dwelling with him left a stain on his heart when he realised the life you would have to live with him—giving up the lavish treatment you once had.

“Ease up on the hoe—the handle already has a crack, arimelda.” Halting his swing mid-air, he turned to gaze at you with soft eyes, but behind them, you saw the distant look of regret.

Yes, he regretted you being dragged along with him in a swirl of chaos and destruction. He promised you the world when you both wedded and instead, he brought death, pain, and heartbreak. Though you knew the true reason behind his actions, hence the force being placed on the handle with each swing the tool made with the earth.

His children.

Your two daughters became the newest victims of the backlash the House of Feanor faced. A brief excursion into Tirion’s market yesterday left them scurrying back home with tears streaming down their ruddy cheeks, a precious trademark that made them all the more magnificent in their father’s eyes. Keeping the incident a secret from him all day yesterday to maintain peace was broken this morning upon mindless eavesdropping as his girls hush-hushed the harsh words. His first instinct was to fly into Tirion and have his daughters pinpoint the individuals before giving them a good old-fashioned taste of his mind, the classic Moryo style.

Had it not been for his daughters' pleas alongside yours, the House of Feanor would have left another mark on their reputation.

Sharply exhaling and relaxing the flare of his nostrils, he gave a pained smile. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t notice. I’ll fix it when I’m finished.” And yet, his smile didn’t reach his eyes as it once did.

“No need, just go easy on it.”

Offering him a genuine smile, one that reached your eyes, he dropped the hoe.

He still couldn’t understand, to this day, how you could be happy amidst the life he had you living. You deserved the riches he bestowed upon you in Thargelion. Whatever you wished for, he would have been able to grant—be it the largest diamond, a platter of fruits, or the finest material for your clothes. Not this broken life of struggling to bring in a good harvest or being cursed at when you went into town for produce and meat. Even the relationships with a few of his brothers felt strained, the harsh, cold, blank stares you would give them whenever they visited.

You still hated them for persuading him to retrieve the Silmaril, even though you knew he had no choice. You just wished it had come at a later date so more time could have been spent. At least his mother did her best to reach out and act as a guidance counsellor when she could. Her words were harsh at times, despite the honesty behind them and bias towards her sons, giving recognition to her wisdom. But not once had she persuaded any of her daughters-in-law to leave her sons. That was the sole decision she left you ladies to make; your choices were your consequences.

Frowning, deep in thought, he parted his lips to argue. “Why—”

“Don’t, because I will give you the same answer as I always do. I just want to be with you. I’m happy with you,” you reminded with a single huff.

Returning a breathy laughter, wanting nothing more than to scream and yell at the now nonchalant and lackadaisical you were treating the crisis, he curled his fists into his trousers. “Really? Is that the life you genuinely want with me when we have children? If it were you and I, then I would be less inclined to leave, but we have a family who have now become victims! And for what?! Looking like me and coming from this accursed family! This is not the life I want for them and you!”

“Then you would prefer us packing up and departing after expressing your gratefulness upon your rebirth that we stayed?!” you snapped, lowering your tone to prevent your girls from picking up that their parents were arguing.

“Yes! Yes, I would have preferred that instead of having to listen to the vile comments targeted at my children and you!” He shook his head and turned to gaze at the dirt ground. Standing in the troughs he had dug, he felt insignificant for the first time in his life. He felt lost as if his purpose had been stolen from him.

Maybe if I covered myself with dirt and grew, I might be able to start over again? I’d be able to regain a purpose in life.

“Do you genuinely believe I would leave you so easily? Have I not walked through fire and gotten burned to prove my loyalty? Is that not what this family is all about? Do you honestly want to chase us away because of naysayers? I’ve said it time and time again, I don’t care about other’s opinions of us. What happened to the Morifinwë who didn’t care about other’s opinions?”

“He died long ago and has no intentions of returning now that he has children!” He allowed himself to stand there in the dirt and lifted his head to gaze at the overcast above. “You could return to your family, taking our daughters with you, and atone for your actions. You all would not have to struggle or be hated—everyone would adore you all, a life of luxuries and opportunities. You were never hated, always loved, so why do you still stay when the situation shows no sign of bettering?”

If the Arien was out, I’d be able to sprout properly. But even she would not wish to cast her rays upon a person like me—they were too beautiful to be wasted.

Tugging the blanket tighter around your body as a brisk cold wind blew through the garden, you shivered. Listening to the branches quake and shiver from the intensity of the violent wind, you could observe and ponder how long your actions had troubled his mind. He didn’t drop his head from the sky; he kept it facing upwards and left his hands curled into fists at his sides, controlling his temper. Opening his mouth to respond, he quickly snapped it shut, unable to provide an appropriate counter.

It was something he had done less and less since his rebirth. It was the most eerie change in his persona. Gone was the easily angered Caranthir, replaced by a mellowed and soft-spoken person. Still, he’d grind his teeth or grumble under his breath at the hate, but always bit his tongue because he knew it was the truth and there was no point in fighting it. Yet, there was anger behind your decision to remain at his side. You could have left him, never to be heard of again, and lived in a peaceful paradise.

“Because we would not have been at peace if you were not around. To hear our children ask for their father, why wasn’t he coming around or if he didn’t love them anymore are questions I would like to avoid. I want our girls to grow up knowing and seeing you in a different light compared to how others perceive you.” Your voice was soft and considerate, and his tensive posture was relaxed when it reached his ears. “I want them to know that their father was kind and loving, and someone who made an effort.”

Relaxing his fingers from their tight grip, he wiggled them around to alleviate the ache. Lowering his head to your level, he turned to confront you. His forest green eyes pierced into yours, seeking warmth and honesty behind your words. And you allowed him to—there was nothing to conceal. He deserved to witness the truth for himself.

“I want peace and I also want happiness Caranthir. Do you remember our vows, happiness and sows, for better or worse, through the good times and bad? I chose you from the start and I will continue to choose you until the end of time—we will stand with you until the end of time.” Walking out the doorway, you stepped barefoot onto the dirt. Grimacing because of the coldness of the earth seeping through your pores, you continued to walk until you stood before him.

Extending your hand, you tenderly grasped his freckled one and raised it until it met your lips. Returning a smile to him, of which he was unaware, you kissed the back of his hand before reaching your other hand to encircle his waist. Despite the stern and unyielding expression on his face, your actions were the exception that broke the ice, causing him to blush slightly. This was one occasion when he could not deny being captivated by your gesture.

Raising your head to meet his gaze, you captured the longing, desperate reassurance in his stare.

“Sometimes I wonder who is the more stubborn of the two of us.”

“I have never been happier Moryo; you make me the happiest person in the world.” Saying this, you took his hand encased by yours and rubbed it against your cheek before repeating the gesture upon his ruddy cheeks. “Your daughters love and want you in their lives; don’t push us away.”

“Even in this state of living when I can no longer provide the best?”

“You always give us your best.” At the whisper of your words, a warm wind blew through the gardens and wrapped its cool arms around you both, pushing you into one another. Within that moment, two extra pairs of footsteps were heard rushing out the backdoor. Lo and behold, the sight of two miniature versions of both of you came scampering out of the house to rush for a group hug. Never one for missing out on family hugs whenever they saw you both embracing.

The moment they ran out of the house giggling was the moment a flutter of warmth flowed into his heart as he gazed at his two loving children clinging to you both. Their short arms struggling to encircle your bodies as they squeezed your waists tightly added appreciation to the warmth. Arien’s rays took the most opportune moment to shine her light upon you both, encasing you in a swirl of golden light. A light finally shone upon you both, maybe a sign of acceptance or prosperity, or both.

Laughing at the action, Caranthir could not help but gaze lovingly at them, giving their heads small pats and then at you—finally, he was seeing the honesty and beauty behind your words in your eyes. Choosing him wasn’t out of sympathy or shame, it was all love and contentment.

“Then I will continue to give you all my best meldanya…for staying at my side.”

“You are all that I need.” Pulling him closer, you rubbed his nose against yours and gently pecked his lips before grinning at his blushing face.

“Can I have a kiss too atya?”

“Me too, I want a kiss please!”

With a smile emanating from the depths of his heart, Caranthir gazed at his girls tip-toeing with their lips puckered for their kisses and chuckled. Some things truly never change.

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“Alright, line up for your kisses!”

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[animatorweirdo]

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

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

Warnings: reader’s sanity gets tested. 

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Day 1

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

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

Maedhros: You have no idea. 

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

Maedhros: Hmm?

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

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

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

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

You: (Name)

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

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

You: Man, that sucks. 

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

You: Bye. 

Maedhros: Farewell. 

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

You: *Sits in silence, drinking*

Maglor: *Walks in and notices you*

Maglor: Excuse me? Are you (Name)?

You: Uuh – yeah? 

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

You: And you are?

Maglor: I am Maglor.

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

Maglor: What?

You: Nothing! What do you want? 

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

You: *Staring at him, confused.*

You: Wha –?

Week 2

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

Caranthir: You!

You: Wah! What!

Caranthir: Are you (Name)?

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

Caranthir: No. Why would you think that?

You: You look angry. 

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

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

Caranthir: What?

You: Nothing! What can I do for you?

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

You: And what if I don’t-

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

You: What?

Week 4

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

Celegorm: You (Name)?!

You: What? Who — who are you two?!

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

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

You: That – doesn’t tell me anything. 

Curufin: His name is Celegorm and I am Curufin. 

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

Celegorm & Curufin: What?

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

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

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

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

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

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

You: —what?

Week 6

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

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

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

Fingon: Oh no, I’m not.

You: – really?

Fingon: I’m his half-cousin!

You: dammit!

Week 8

Fingolfin: You must be (Name)

You: Huh?

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

You: Sir? Do I know you?

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

You: Sir? Sir? SIR?!

Week 14

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

Maedhros: (Name)?

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

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

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

#maedhros x reader #maglor x reader #caranthir x reader #celegorm #curufin #fingon #fingolfin #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #middle earth x reader #middle earth #elf therapy #feanorians x reader #silmarillion imagine #middle earth imagines

[elficially-done-with-life]

You Are Beautiful To Me

Pairing: Caranthir x fem!Reader

Summary: Celegorm and Curufin are mean to Caranthir because of the way he looks and you try to make him feel better.

Warnings: self-doubt (with a happy ending)

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Caranthir's cheeks were flaming red as he hid in his room.

Celegorm and Curufin had been teasing him all afternoon, and that was only because they wanted to know how red his cheeks could get if they just kept going for long enough.

They had both laughed and found it incredibly funny, while Carathir's self-confidence and any respect he had for himself had sunk further and further.

Then he had hit rock bottom. He had started to cry.

It was only then that both Celegorm and Curufin had looked at him with concern, but the damage had already been done. Caranthir had run away and hid and he had no intention of ever leaving his room again. If they found him so ugly, they would never have to see him again.

After all, his presence seemed to bother them so much, perhaps it would be better if he was simply no longer there.

Then he suddenly heard a soft noise, like a gust of wind, and his window flew wide open and you came stumbling in somewhat inelegantly.

"Celegorm would not tell me where you were, so I decided to look for you myself," you said, "And, well, there was a light on in your window, so I thought you were- "

And that's when your eyes fell on his cheeks, smeared with tears.

"Cara, what- ? "You paused and seemed to think until you suddenly seemed to realise something, "Oh, I will throw Celegorm out of a window the next time I see him!"

Towards the end of the sentence, your voice became softer and softer, and you slowly moved closer to Caranthir until you knelt on the ground in front of him.

"What did they say this time?" you asked quietly, looking at him lovingly.

Caranthir looked up slowly, only to drop his gaze again as he felt even more warmth rise in his cheeks.

"The usual," he mumbled a little too shyly. When it came to his appearance, it could make him very insecure, but whereas with other people he got angry, with you he became very shy.

You gently reached out and put your hand under his chin to get him to look at you.

Caranthir's face was flushed red and his normal skin was barely distinguishable from his freckles.

Slowly, you moved your hand from his chin to his cheek and gently stroked it with your knuckles.

"You are beautiful, Cara," you murmured, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his middle and pull him closer to you. Then you leant forward and began to place gentle kisses on his cheeks where his tears had run down.

"You think so?" asked Carathir, who didn't look like he had much energy left to argue with you.

"Yes, I am more than sure. "You pushed your hands further up and began to stroke them through his hair. "You are the most beautiful person in the world."

With a tired sigh, Caranthir let his head fall onto your soft chest and snuggled up to you.

You giggled softly, a sound that had a soothing effect on him.

You just sat there for a while, enjoying each other's warmth. Again and again Caranthir asked if you meant everything you said, and each time you felt your heart break a little for him.

"Oh Cara, I- "

"So you don't think it would be better if I didn't exist?" he asked nervously.

You gently pressed a kiss to his hair. "I would not want to live in a world without you."

"And if you just forgot about me?" Caranthir murmured lightly.

"Firstly, that will not happen and secondly, I would still know that a part of me is missing." you whispered. "I love you."

Caranthir buried his face deeper into your chest. "I love you too."

After a while, you heard footsteps approaching the door and then Celegorm's voice from outside asking, "Can we talk?" He sounded a little embarrassed. Good. Maybe that would stop him from being mean to Caranthir in future.

"We're really sorry. We didn't mean to hurt you," Curufin said, who was apparently standing next to Celegorm.

"Should I go out and fight for your honour?" you asked quietly, but Caranthir shook his head as he laughed softly.

"Just ignore them," he muttered. "I do not wish to talk about it anymore today. I will talk to them tomorrow."

"If you say so," you whispered, "should I stay here tonight?"

"I would love that." he whispered back.

#caranthir #caranthir x reader #tolkien #tolkien x reader #x reader #fluff #silmarillion x reader #silm #silmarillion #elves x reader #feanorians #feanorians x reader

[lamemaster]

Yours Truly, Passenger Princess

Pairing: Caranthir x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: On a normal day Caranthir did not care of snobbish, bratty human princesses. He on most days, did not care much for the second born. Some wonder caring had done in the past.

AN: I really love it when one day you're doing your homework and this just randomly floods your mind. Gosh I loved writing this. Peace✌️(Also the annon that sent me so many Curse of Bloodline requests...I gotchu)

"Ew, I'm not stepping on dirt," the princess declared, her voice dripping with disdain.

Caranthir felt a vein throbbing in his temple. Hours they had been waiting, his normally swift strides reduced to a slow, frustrated escort for this… this… human embodiment of a gilded cage.

"It's land," Caranthir gritted out, staring at the princess who remained stubbornly ensconced in her palanquin. "Do you need clouds to step on?"

The princess tilted her head, her perfectly coiffed hair glinting in the sunlight. "Cloud?" she echoed, a look of genuine surprise crossing her features. "Can you do that? I've never stepped on a cloud before. The closest I've come to is, the fur rug that looks like a well...rug." She finished with a self-satisfied pout, seemingly oblivious to the growing tension.

On a normal day Caranthir did not care of snobbish, bratty human princesses. He on most days, did not care much for the second born. Some wonder caring had done in the past.

Most humans were either too strung up about their ideals or busy bending backwards to be a part of his people. And the later were worse.

But your brand of human was rare. Utterly depraved, exponentially ignorant, blind to misery you caused. You sat in your palanquin, fiddling with your bejeweled rings, while the peasants beneath you wilted under the unrelenting sun.

And today, you were Caranthir's problem. One assigned by Maedhros.

You were supposed to be the lucky charm that secured an alliance with your warlord father, who, conveniently, refused to sign anything until his precious daughter graced the council with her presence.

You hummed a nonsensical tune, completely oblivious to the growing tension. Caranthir glanced towards the servants struggling with the palanquin. A bead of sweat trickled down the forehead of one, and he let out a barely audible cough.

Caranthir, at his wit's end, resorted to the last thing on his mind. He ushered Melena, the gentlest mare in all of Arda, closer to your palanquin. Her soft brown eyes seemed to plead with him for this not to be a terrible idea.

"Ride with me," he offered, extending his hand towards you. Melena, ever drawn to shiny objects, leaned in further, her nose twitching at the glint of your bejeweled rings. Caranthir mentally apologized to the mare, knowing this wouldn't be a peaceful journey.

"Absolutely not!" you declared, your voice leaving no room for argument. "A lady does not ride horses. My father forbids it!" You glanced towards Melena with wide eyes, your hand hovering cautiously near the magnificent creature's mane. "Does it… bite?"

The question tumbled out of your mouth with such innocent curiosity that Caranthir couldn't help but chuckle, albeit a humorless one. You, of course, misinterpreted the sound, snapping your hand back as if burned. This only served to further pique Melena's interest. She nudged your hand playfully with her soft muzzle, the glint of your rings mesmerizing her.

Caranthir sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was going to be a longer day than he anticipated.

"Alright, princess," he said, his voice strained. "How about we try something else? Perhaps…" He cast a desperate glance at Melena, then back at you. An idea, slightly less ridiculous than the last, began to form in his mind.

The palanquin swayed alarmingly as Caranthir lunged for you, arms outstretched. A breathless yelp escaped your lips before you were engulfed in a whirlwind of silks and jewels. Caranthir found himself face-to-face with a mountain of fabric, the delicate scents of your perfumes assaulting his senses.

"Ah – eep!" you sputtered, your voice muffled by a particularly feathery cushion that was conveniently his chest. Realization dawned on your face, and horror began to morph your features. Caranthir watched with a hint of amusement as your initial indignation gave way to sheer panic. He couldn't help but feel a sliver of satisfaction.

"Not clouds, but I hope this will do, princess?" Caranthir asked before you could launch into a tirade. He was already striding towards the council room, his steps purposeful. Behind them, your servants stood frozen, aghast at their princess being carried off like a prize-winning pumpkin.

A stunned silence followed him, broken only by the rustle of fabric against fabric. Caranthir, for all his outward stoicism, couldn't help but imagine the amused stares of the approaching elves. Carrying a human princess in his arms felt about as graceful as an elephant attempting ballet.

But then, a small sound reached his ears. A hesitant cough, then a whisper so soft he almost missed it. "I guess this will do."

"What did you say, princess?" Caranthir asked, a hint of amusement lingering in his voice. He loosened his grip slightly, the weight of you shifting ever so slightly in his arms.

Your hand, surprisingly strong, reached out and clutched at the loose fabric of his robe. "Thanks," you mumbled, the defiance finally melting away from your voice. Perhaps the thought of a bumpy landing was more motivation than gratitude.

Up close, Caranthir could see the details he'd missed before. The way your eyelashes cast delicate shadows on your cheeks, unfairly long as some might say. The scent of your perfume, a strange mix of floral and something faintly spicy, filled his senses. He felt a shiver run down his spine, a sensation entirely unrelated to the cool air.

Suddenly, the walk became filled with a different kind of tension. The merry jingle of your earrings seemed to echo in the otherwise silent path.

Then, a surprise. Your hand reached up, a single strand of his long, braid captured between your fingers. He stopped short, surprised by the sudden touch.

"I like your hair," you declared, tilting your head to examine the braid you held captive. "An elven trait or some crazy good shampoo?" You compared a lock of your own hair to his, pouting slightly at the difference in texture.

Caranthir felt a warmth creep up his neck, entirely separate from the exertion of carrying you. He cleared his throat, surprised by his sudden fluster. "Elven trait, princess," he managed, his voice a touch deeper than usual. "Though good shampoo wouldn't hurt."

A smile bloomed on your face, brighter than any jewel you adorned. "Maybe we can make a trade then," you bargained, a playful glint in your eyes. Now that was something Caranthir understood. A trade.

He couldn't help but chuckle, a low rumble in his chest. Negotiation was second nature to him, and the prospect of bargaining with a human princess who valued hair care products over gold or land was an unexpected amusement.

"A trade, you say?" he raised an eyebrow, a hint of challenge in his voice. "And what treasures do you possess that could possibly be worth the secrets of elven hair care?"

You tilted your head, considering. "Peacock feather fans for a lifetime of lustrous locks?" you offered, your voice laced with mock seriousness. "Perhaps pearly earrings that shimmer like moonlight?"

Caranthir fought back another smile. "Those trinkets are no match for the secrets you seek, princess." He countered, enjoying the banter.

"Then surprise me, elf-lord," you declared, feigning offense. "Show me what wonders your elven shampoos hold that are worth more than all the jewels in my father's vault!"

The council room doors loomed ahead, and Caranthir knew they couldn't postpone the real negotiations any longer. However, a mischievous glint entered his eyes. Perhaps, just perhaps, this alliance wouldn't be so dreadful after all. In fact, it might even provide some… entertainment.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #tolkien elves #caranthir x reader #fluff #loved writing this

[theelvenhaven]

Wedding Night Nerves

Caranthir x Reader

2.1k words

Request: I'm do happy requests are open! I love your blog so much! I wanted to Caranthir, it's not really nsfw but whatever you're comfortable with. It's their first time, basically wedding night and Caranthir - despite in love with them - is still afraid of rejection beside of his skin. Reader coos and kisses and caresses his skin, letting him they love him. If you could thank you!

A/N: Hey anon I was happy to do this! Anything for Carnistir I love him so much. Hope this is what you were looking for it kind of goes into NSFW territory. But not too heavily.

Warnings: NSFWish

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Everything had gone so smoothly. 

The feast in which was held in yours and Carnistir’s honor, to celebrate the nuptials in which you two shared. The exchanging of rings, the festivities that came with it. You and Carnistir sharing in dances, and smiles and laughs. The whole family celebrating- both yours and his. It was a full wedding day teeming with cousins, siblings, aunts and uncles from both sides of the family. 

Toasts had been made, even from the most unlikely of people such as Curufinwe and Tyelkormo who had nice things to add and welcoming you into the family. While Tyelkormo wasn’t one for speeches he managed to get it out coherently and without adding an inappropriate joke or two. 

The celebration had gone on for a long time, yet by the time it came for it to end, you were ready to spend the night alone with your husband. And Carnistir was clearly feeling the same way, as you two were the first to depart from the wedding festivities. Being sent off in a hail of rose petals as you two left the great hall of the Feanorian home. 

Now you were grateful when Carnistir shut the bedroom door and it was just the two of you alone finally. Both of you wearing a smile on your face and Carnistir’s face was rosier than it had been earlier. The realization settling in of what was to come next- the consummation of your marriage. One that would bind your fea together and you could be one with one another. 

“I am glad today went so smoothly, I was surprised your brothers gave us the opportunity to have a calm and collected day.” You laughed out softly as you moved to slip your shoes off in the corner of the room. You heard Carnistir snort at your words as he mirrored your actions, 

“Atar must’ve made a threat of some kind, though I could see how Tyelko was bursting at the seams at his speech to say something inappropriate about our wedding night.” Carnistir added with a little bit of snark, it wasn’t a secret to him when Tyelkormo was holding back. And to Carnistir he looked like he might implode on himself if he didn’t get the speech over with when he did. There would be lots of inappropriate commentary from him later. 

You only laughed at his words, knowing there was truth to it after being with Carnistir for so long you knew his brothers well enough as well. 

“Yes he did look a little… constipated during the speech.” You chuckled, as the two of you moved towards the bed, Carnistir being the first to sit down on it as you stood before him. He took the time to sit in silence for a moment and admire how beautiful you looked in your wedding attire. 

How he looked forward getting to know you intimately, peeling away those decorative robes and layers of lace and silk. Pulling the flower crown off your hair and laying you back… Carnistir had dreamed of being able to have this moment with you, so when you came to move closer he spread his legs to let you stand fully in front of him. 

“But enough about him… I want to focus more on you, meldanya.” You whispered to him, as you bent over pressing your forehead to his. Carnistir smiled softly to himself, before he angled his head up, letting his nose brush against yours and his lips coming to press against yours. 

It was like all the other times he kissed you, it was sweet and slow… Though this time Carnistir started to put more passion behind his kisses. Passion that was pent up since the start of your courtship because he wanted to do things right with you, because you deserved it. He brought a hand to your waist and pulled you in closer and steadily he laid back, pulling you on top of him. 

His tongue light licking your bottom lip and you hummed in response at the feel of it, feeling a fluttering in your stomach before you granted him entrance into your mouth. Carnistir had never tasted sweeter until now, and you moaned softly as his tongue met yours curling around it as you two kissed. 

You felt a pulse of pleasure run through you as you felt Carnistir use his strength to shift you both more comfortably on the bed. You couldn’t wait to see how all that muscle and strength could be put to such good use. His lips never leaving yours, and his trousers becoming a bit tighter at the sound of your beautiful moan. 

Carnistir wanted to hear more, desperately. He wondered about all the things he could do to you all night long that would make you moan like that, or make any other pretty sounds. At that he rolled you both over, his lips parting from yours to see your face flushed and your lips a little swollen. 

“You look beautiful…” He murmured out before dipping his head down to come and kiss your jaw, his lips trailing down towards your neck. Leaving open mouthed kisses, lightly licking against your pulse, making you shudder as you tilted your head back to grant him more access. Your hands came to his shoulders, caressing towards his chest and coming to the buttons of his white tunic. 

Desiring to feel his skin underneath your fingertips for a change, not wishing for clothes to inhibit more than what they were. 

Carnistir was distracted as he kissed your neck, listening to your little gasps as he nipped at your throat. Your fingers fumbling some but undoing the first button, and then the next before Carnistir’s lips came back to meet yours, resting on his forearm. You spread your legs wider to accommodate, and felt his erection pressing against you. 

Your hands continued at their task, trying not to get too distracted unbuttoning his tunic, when suddenly you felt Carnistir freeze in his kiss. His body tensing and a hand reflexively shot out to grab one of yours, making you in turn freeze too as you felt a shift. 

He had no idea what came over him suddenly, until the idea of you seeing him shirtless came to mind… Let alone bare. Carnistir wanted to be one with you, but suddenly his nerves were sky high and he feared that once you saw him shirtless…. Saw the extent of his freckles and his redness… That you’d reject him. 

That you would be disgusted by him and that you would want to go back on everything that happened here today. 

“Carnistir?” You whispered out to him softly and he didn’t answer you, only climbing off of you rather quickly and turning his back to you. You began to panic, wondering if you had done something wrong. Did he think this was a mistake?

Oh Eru… You thought wondering if he wanted to go back on everything that had happened today and annul the marriage entirely. You felt tears spring to your eyes but you tried to quell them, because you didn’t know what was wrong. You were only making assumptions and you didn’t things to be irreparable until you had an answer from him. 

“Carnistir what’s wrong?” You pressed again, and you heard him take a shaky sigh, watching him run a hand through his hair, before you noticed he was clutching his chest. Holding his tunic closed, he just knew you would reject him if you saw it… he didn’t know how on earth the marriage night could proceed now. 

“I-I’m sorry.” Carnistir managed out, and he sounded almost bitter, but you knew well enough by now that it wasn’t aimed at you… Was he angry with himself? You wondered and it settled your nerves a little bit. You knew how he could be when he was waging war with himself,

“I can’t… I can’t…” He said softly, almost pained and this time you sat up, getting off the bed and approaching. There was more happening here than him rejecting you and you knew that now, hearing the self directed bitterness, the pain in his voice. This was about him, it wasn’t about you and now you felt better knowing he wasn’t rejecting you. 

“Meldanya, what is the matter?” You asked as you moved to approach him, and slowly he turned to look at you, and you could see where his hands held his half open tunic shut. His silver eyes half meeting yours before they met the ground, his face was cherry red going all the way up to the tip of his ears. 

Carnistir was quiet for a long moment, closing his eyes like he was pained to have to admit what was wrong with him and why he was…. Hesitant. Which was a mild way of putting his reaction. 

“It is nothing you’ve done…” Carnistir whispered out to you, looking at you with knitted brows and a frown pulling at his lips before he looked away again. Hesitantly you approached him, letting your hand come out to touch his shoulder. You felt him tense underneath your touch again but you didn’t feel him pull away. 

“Then what is it, meldanya. You can tell me, I am sure whatever it is we can work through it.” You assured him with a warm smile, hoping to help put him at ease and help him open up. You wanted your wedding night to be an enjoyable one for you both, but it was clear his nerves were getting the better of him. 

He was quiet for a long moment, watching you as you came to stand in front of him. Your hands coming to his shoulders where you rubbed affectionately, hoping to soothe his nerves and help him relax under your touch. It seemed like it was working as his shoulders sagged some as he took a breath. Finally mustering up the courage to speak to you about what was on his mind. 

“What if… you don’t like what you see?” Carnistir revealed to you and suddenly it all clicked. He nervous about you seeing his skin, that was why he had reacted the way that he had. You gave him a gentle smile, 

“Of course I will like what I see, melda.” You answered him softly as you gently reached for the hand clutching his tunic tightly. Slowly as you moved to take his hand away, Carnistir complied, letting you pull his hand away and his half undone tunic began to fall open. 

“If I didn’t love you, all of you, I would not have agreed to marry you, Carnistir.” You said to him in a soft voice, letting your eyes trail to his muscular chest and you could see red splotchy patches on his skin. But it didn’t detract from his beauty in the least bit, if anything you were eager to see more of his beautiful skin. 

“May I?” You asked softly when your hand came down to the buttons of his tunic and there was a moment of silence between the two of you. Slowly he nodded his head, taking a deep breath especially as your fingers brushed against his skin as you began to undo the rest of the buttons. 

You were quiet as the tunic began to fall open the rest of the way, exposing his more muscular physique, and you brought your hands to gently touch his abdomen. Feeling it flex at your cooler touch before you brought the other hand over, sliding it up his stomach, and towards his chest and too his shoulders.

“You can tell me to stop.” You assured him as you paused just at his shoulders, and when he said nothing, gently you pushed the tunic down his arms. There was a long moment of silence as you began to drink in the sight of his bare chest, splotched with red and freckles. And you couldn’t see how any of him wasn’t just absolutely perfect. You began to smile before you leaned forward to press a kiss to his clavicle and press yourself against him. 

“You are beautiful melda.” You whispered softly against his skin, and Carnistir flushed at your words. Shivering at your caressing hands, but tongue tied on being able to say anything on the matter, overwhelmed that you found him to be beautiful despite his difference in skin. 

You tilted your head up from your spot on his chest, your nose brushing against his and a smile playing on your lips, especially as you heard the shaky exhale of your husband. 

“It’s only fair you see more of me too… Come, help me out of my clothes.” You whispered to him, your lips centimeters from his, barely brushing against soft ones. 

It was all the motivation that Carnistir needed before he pressed his lips right into yours again, with unbridled passion, making you hum. You certainly couldn’t wait for what was to come. 

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Caranthir accidentally losing his anger on You

featuring caranthir x reader

fandom tolkien — the silmarillion

warnings mental health, emotions, anger issues, angry Caranthir, crying reader and Cara

a/n i have not updated or worked on requests in a long time. not too well - at the moment, so i worked on some feels. I have read and written so many fics and headcanons on Cara being able to keep his cool with his lover/spouse - but what is he could not? What is he accidentally loses his anger on you too? - I mean emotions are still emotions and sometimes the spiral out of control. . . so. . .there is my feels. . .

Caranthir seemed to already be in a bad mood today. Usually - your teasing or affection would melt it away - but today it was suddenly different as you leaned in and teased him.

“Someone looks grumpy too.”

You were going to give him a quick peck on his lips - but suddenly he moved away with an unimpressed face, muttering something under his breath taking a swing of his wine.

His gaze turned away from you.

You can see there’s something on his mind and there’s definitely something wrong.

“Do not, Y/N. . .” 

He suddenly snaps at you in an irritated tone. 

His whole body tenses up - his dark eyes turning down to his glass in an effort to avoid looking at you.

Saying you were surprised in his actions and words was a far fetch, usually your lover wasn’t like this. Usually, he craved your attention - as it brought him peace and quiet, a loving embrace - during his times like these.

You frowned at his behavior looking a little worried.

“Cara. . .what's wrong?” 

You said - placing your small lithe hand on his.

His hands were so big compared to yours.

“It’s nothing.” 

Caranthir replies curtly - his sharp dark eyebrows raised in a confused look. He doesn’t even look at you as he speaks.

“It’s nothing serious - don’t worry” 

He also quickly adds - almost as a reflex to your worried look. 

He sighs silently and takes another sip out of his glass as he leans back and stares up at the ceiling -  avoiding any eye contact with you, his lover.

“Caranthir. . . melda, I definitely know there's something wrong. . .” 

You frowned - your voice in a worried tone.

"Talk to me, Cara. . ." 

You said softly - scooting closer to him on the couch.

“I said! - there’s nothing wrong!”

Caranthir suddenly shouts. 

He turns around and glares at you - his dark eyes he inherited from his grandmother, the great seamstress Míriel Þerindë, filled with anger as he grits his teeth. 

He stands up and turns towards her.

“I shall give you one chance, beloved. Drop it now.”

Caranthir says sternly as he steps closer to you - his fists clenched and his back slightly arched. 

His expression is dark -  his whole presence intimidating and frightening. You‘ve never seen him like this before.

You flinched back - your eyes wide at his sudden angry outburst.

Your breath hitched your throat for a second - scared of his current behavior.

He stares at you with angry eyes, his expression stern and threatening as he waits for you to drop it. 

His nostrils flare.

His fists still clenched and his muscles tensed. 

It seems he’s on the edge of losing his control. 

You can see his eyes are filled with nothing but rage - and the urge to fight, although you can’t see anything triggering that change of his behavior. 

Whatever it is, he clearly doesn’t want you to talk about it - at least not now. . .perhaps he was trying to protect you from it. . .whatever it may be - but currently he needs to protect you from his anger.

You felt her eyes prick with tears - and you slowly blinked away, as you looked away. Your eyes are just on your hands on your lap now.

“Good.”

Caranthir grunts as you stop asking. 

His eyes remain dark and threatening as he watches you silently - his breathing slowly and heavily with anger. 

Caranthir is still standing close to you and you notice he clenches his fists harder - causing his knuckles to turn white.

 He doesn’t look away from you and his face is still hard -  the look in his eyes filled with anger.

You wanted to ask again - but you kept yourself quiet and didn't say or ask anything. You did feel like crying though. . .

You felt like crying so bad - so you got up off the couch and turned to walk away from him.

Caranthir’s dark eyes don’t leave you as you stand  up and turn around - his face still hard and angry as he watches you leave. 

He remains completely still as he looks at you leaving, gritting his teeth before he finally moves again.

Caranthir is angry at himself for losing his control so badly. 

He hates himself for making you feel bad. 

He takes a deep breath - calming himself down and tries to control himself as he moves towards his desk to get a new glass of wine. 

He slowly sits down and takes another sip - as he thinks about what just happened.

You were in your chambers.

You had closed the door behind you - before you climbed into bed and just cried silently.

Caranthir was taking another sip out of his wine - his mind occupied with guilt and anger towards himself. 

He can’t believe he treated you like that. 

He’s disgusted at himself and he doesn’t even notice the time passing. 

After a while though - he realizes that it’s getting late and he finishes the rest of his bottle, before getting up and walking to your bedroom to find his lover there, silent and crying.

Caranthir’s heart sinks as he sees you crying in your bed - his guilt taking over him as he sits down on the bed next to you.

You heard Caranthir come in. 

Your face was buried in your pillow. 

You tried to stop your silent cries altogether. You felt the side of the bed dip as he sat down. 

You didn't say a word to him. 

You didn't feel like talking either -  so you just stayed completely still.

He sighs as he sits there in silence next to you in your bed. 

His guilt eats him alive as he watches you -  feeling horrible about what he did. 

Caranthir takes a deep breath as his eyes focus on you - his gaze full of worry and concern.

“Meldanya? Are you alright?”

Caranthir asks - wiping his fingers through your hair to comfort you.

His voice now softer, a complete contrast to how he was earlier. He sounded caring and loving - the Caranthir you knew.

You didn't respond. 

When he ran his fingers softly through your hair you did tense a little and just hid your face deeper into her pillow and gently fitting the pillow cover.

Caranthir sighs as he sees you tense up. 

His expression softens even more as he tenderly takes your shoulder and gently turns you around to face him -  looking down at you with soft dark eyes. 

“Talk to me, melda. . .please. . .” 

- he pleads quietly. 

His voice is full of concern, making sure you know youcan talk to him about anything. 

Caranthir moves his fingers slowly and gently through your hair - his breath in your ear quiet and warm. 

He stares at you with his calming dark eyes - trying to reassure you everything is fine.

Your eyes were still teary and cheeks still strained with dried tears. 

You looked into his eyes for a second before you turned your head away, ready to turn yourself away from him again too.

“Melda. . .mecin. . .” (please).

Caranthir pleaded with you - his voice desperate. 

He prevented you from turning around.

Caranthir placed his head on your forehead lovingly - trying to hold you close.

It was only when something wet landed on your cheek, did you realize your beloved elf was crying.

Your heart broke seeing the pained and guilted expression on his face - with his eyes shut.

“Nanye nairea. . .” (I’m sorry).

He whispered, pained.

You sighed - ready to break with a fresh round of tears seeing him look so pained and guilt ridden.

You gently placed a hand on his cheek - stroking his cheek softly and wiping away anymore stray tears from your lover’s face.

Caratnhir suddenly relaxes under your touch.

 His expression slowly softens as he takes a deep breath.

A shaky exhale left his lungs as he tried not to cry. 

He closes his eyes for a second - taking another shaky breath and he opens them again, looking down at you with his normal soft dark eyes.

The eyes that looked like the dark sky of the night showing stars.

“I‘m here. . .”

 He mumbles - like a promise. 

His expression is calm and he seems relieved - but also sad.

There’s  guilt written all over Carathir’s face as he stares back at you.

“Áva. . .- ávatyara ni, mecin?” (Forgive me, please).

 Caranthir asks slowly - his voice still softer than before. 

His brows are raised with concern - his expression comforting yet worried. 

He leans his head into your hand as you hold him - his whole body slowly relaxing. 

Caranthir doesn’t look threatening at all anymore like he was earlier - but he does look exhausted. 

It’s only now really showing that he’s really exhausted.

You sighed - wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he quietly cried into your neck - his body shaking.

“Melda. . .I’m here, Cara. . .” 

You whispered - shushing him gently and caressing his hair and back as you comforted your troubled lover.

Once Caranthir pulls away from your neck - you rest his forehead atop of your forehead and slowly closes your eyes again, caressing his cheeks.

He stares into your beautiful eyes - his heart melting at the sight of you. At the sight and the feeling of your foreheads touching - he can’t help but let out a soft and content sigh as he closes his eyes as well, taking a deep breath. 

Your caresses are pleasing and calming - the way you hold your face against his is also calming - and this is exactly what he needed. 

It feels so peaceful in that moment - it feels almost like the moment is freezing, like it‘s so still. . . all he can hear is your soft breaths against each other.

In that soft moment you chose to tenderly press your lips against his lips too.

Your lips touching are soft and gentle - almost like a kiss from heaven. 

His breath catches in his throat as your lips touch his lips.

Caranthir’s heart melting once again.

He takes a deep breath and kisses you back - soft and caring, your lips pressing softly against each other. 

It‘s so peaceful and beautiful, it‘s so perfect. . .the softness of your lips against each other - the warmth of their breath against each other, the smell of your hair. . .

Caranthir can‘t explain how much he loves you. . .

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Ok I really loved your fic: Oialëa. It has to be the best x human stories I’ve seen. I was wondering if it was possible for a part 2? Like maybe it’s the next day after she returned and how things go down with Caranthir’s family?

Oialëa - Caranthir x human!reader Part II

Word count: 5k

Summary: The day after her return, Y/N and Carnistir find themselves dealing with the aftermath.

Tags: Angst, fluff.

Author's note: Whoops, this turned out much longer than anticipated. I've had this in my drafts for quite some time, but writers block really made it difficult to finish it😮‍💨 I'm contemplating on adding a final part about their encounter with Fëanor, would y'all be interested in that? You can find part one here.

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Y/N had always been afraid of the dark.

Darkness, which was so relentless, unpredictable and downright terrifiying. Darkness, which had left her helpless and had threatened her life countless times. Darkness, which almost succeded in taking away every last ounce of strength and perseverance left in her body, had it not been for the silver band on her right index finger. The band that served as a constant reminder to hold on. To return to him. 

And it was this very band that had made her remember how there could be comfort in darkness, that it was not just this frightening sphere of nothingness, swallowing people whole and luring them into a dimension filled with their deepest, most haunting fears and secrets, stripping them of their ability to think rationally and having them become nothing but a hollow, paralyzed shell of who they once were. There was comfort in darkness. That was what Y/N had realized upon her anxious eyes falling on her ring. There had to be. 

Darkness, which manifested itself in his raven hair, his freckles, the bags underneath his bright eyes after a long day’s work. Darkness, in the intensity of his gaze, in the softness of his tunic. 

Darkness, in his body shielding her from the sunlight that was beginning to stream through the windows in their bedchamber on this quiet morning.

She awoke, hidden away in his chest, wrapped in his welcoming arms and scent. In the warmth of his darkness, which was casted all around her like a protective spell.

He was awake. She felt it in the way his breaths were timed, the way his hold on her loosened just the slightest bit upon her return to the waking world. Blinking, she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was safe. With him. 

Was she? 

The breath that she drew made him stir and she felt his eyes on her in an instant. They remained quiet, perceiving the break of day, perceiving each other. His fingers finding their way into her messy hair brought her into consciousness at once, and she found herself focusing in on the way he twirled a strand inbetween them, and the slight tension on her scalp emerging from this delicate movement. 

She was here. With him. 

He had been with her, watching her sleep all night. Watching over her like a hawk, never once leaving her side. While she knew that the Eldar did not necessarily sleep like the Edain did, his commitment to be with her for hours on end, with nothing to do except holding her suddenly hit a nerve. She could not find a plausible explanation, seeing as he would lay with her every night and that this was no extraordinary situation, but she felt tears pooling in her eyes. And when she lifted her head to meet his gaze, the pure love emitting from his grey orbs made it wash over her like the enormous waves crashing against the western shore.

She was safe. 

Love was swiftly replaced by concern upon the arrival of her tears, and Carnistir’s eyes scanned her still puffy face, frantically searching for any indicator of pain or discomfort. 

"Melmenya, what is it?" He asked, softly. 

They sat up, white silk blankets pooling around them like the ocean reflecting Telperion’s light on a warm summer night. His hand rose to touch her cheek, gently tracing the lines on her skin which her pillow had lovingly left as a souvenir of a good night’s rest. 

Y/N was quiet. Quiet as the tears streaming down her face, quiet as Carnistir, patiently waiting for her to gather herself as not to pry and overwhelm her even more. The moment his hand had come into contact with her cheek, she had nuzzled into him and proceeded to wrap her hands around his wrist.

He was here. 

A single sob left her dry mouth, followed by three words that pulled at the raven haired prince’s heartstrings. 

"You’re really here." 

His lips descended upon her forehead with urgence. "Where else would I be?" 

They remained like this for quite some time, him caressing her face and whispering sweet nothings to her until Y/N had somewhat composed herself to move and sit by the bedside instead, burying her toes into the carpet to her feet, sipping on the glass of water her One had brought her in the meantime to soothe her throat. 

Carnistir was watching her intently, sitting shoulder to shoulder with her, drinking in every movement she made. It seemed surreal to him, this vision that he had grown so accustomed to being nothing but a figment of his desperate imagination trying to hold on to the memory of her, now existing in his presence again as if nothing had happened. As if she had never left. As if he had never danced so close to the edge a mere night ago. 

When she got up to dress herself was when he noticed some changes in her behavior. Where she would usually take her time choosing her clothing for the day, rambling on about her plans for the day and looking at herself in the mirror until every detail about her attire fit to her liking, something about her seemed different. She moved swiftly, like her time would run out if she didn’t. Her steps, now silent and almost careful, shoulders tense. That was when he felt his heart sink. He was well aware of the effects this unspeakable quest had to have had on her cheerful nature, but to witness them now in the tiniest, most inconspicuous actions she took struck him like a blow. Her body was still in survival mode, he could tell. Ready to attack, ready to fight or flee the scene at even the slightest noise. While he had experienced this state of being numerous times before, seeing his betrothed, a person once so carefree, so unknowing, and even naive display its signs scared him. 

Just what had she seen? 

His eyes wandered across her bare back which she had now exposed to him upon changing out of her nightgown and he took note of a number of scars that hadn’t been there when he had last seen her skin. Her precious, downright divine skin which was now tainted with testimonies of the horrors she had endured because of him. Because he had failed to protect her. The weight on his heart grew heavier the longer he stared at her butchered skin, the outline of her ribs now sickeningly prominent as a result of malnourishment. Skin he had sworn to guard with his life, and failed. While it did not change her captivating beauty, he simply could not even begin to imagine how painful those wounds must have been, for he feared he would perish from the torment that was building up inside of him with every passing second. And though he made a mental note to nurse her back to health and make sure she never missed a meal again, his thoughts began to drift out of hand, descending into a sinister spiral. He had failed her. 

"Cara," she called out gently, her angelic voice breaking him out of his mental imprisonment, "Are we going to see the others?" 

He cleared his throat as to rid himself of any audible indicators of weakness before replying: "It is inevitable, I’m afraid."

She let out a breath she had seemed to be holding forever as to ease the tension which was building up inside of her at the thought of a confrontation with his brothers and father. While she knew most of them would not dare overstep any boudaries, it was Curufin she was most weary of. Him and Fëanor, of course. The one who had started it all. 

She had no reason to be worried. She had fulfilled the quest, she had brought home a Silmaril. If anything, they should be thankful. Right?

"We don’t have to," her lover chimed in, sensing her distress. "I would gladly avoid them for as long as I could, if I’m being truthful." The remark earned him a smile. She had tried to bite it back but could not control the corners of her mouth quirking upwards, which she admittedly was not used to anymore. It almost felt silly, seeing as she was in company of her betrothed, the one person who had seen her every state of being, who she was most comfortable around. And yet, smiling in front of him now seemed unnatural. Carnistir had proved to her again and again that there was no reason for her to feel any sort of shame in his presence. That he would be there for her through any hardships she had to face. This just so happened to be one of them, she guessed, feeling a painful twinge in her exhausted heart. 

She looked to her right, where he sat, his shoulder grazing hers, his eyes fixated on her, sparkling with adoration for her smile. An adoration so pure it threatened to bring tears to her eyes once more, had it not been for her mouth beginning to form into a content expression again.

And this time, she let it happen. She let it blossom on her face, warming her cheeks and tinting them just like his rosy ones. 

"Me too," she said quietly, leaning into him, finding herself getting lost in the delicate smile lines forming on his beautiful face. Chuckling, he took her hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly. 

"How about we take it slow. Would you care to join me for a promenade in the gardens, perhaps? Some fresh air will surely lift our spirits." 

The air seemed to be humming upon her return when they entered the gardens. The flowers stood taller than she remembered, begging her to grace them with her gentle touch, like she always used to before her disappearance. The winds blew in her favor, lovingly tousling her hair as to greet her, and Laurelin cast his most golden rays on her h/c head. It was a heartwarming reunion, and any bystander would have surely thought her to be of elven descent, for they had never before seen Yavanna’s creations show such affections for a child of Men. 

So there they walked, arm in arm, momentarily hidden away from the pressure of the eventual confrontation with his kin. Time seemed to stand still the further they strayed from his estate. How Carnistir wished they could exist like this forever, not having to face the reality of the situation. How he wished he could keep and preserve her happiness from the events that were about to take place. How he wished they could seal themselves in a magical sphere where no worries would ever dare plague her mind. As they walked — her arm securely laid in his, always reminding her that he was right beside her, never to be separated from her again — the path lead them towards the training grounds, from where her ears picked up on the sounds of a sparring match. Next to her, Carnistir froze. She could feel his shoulders tensing up, telling her it was time to face the inevitable. 

They looked straight ahead at none other than Celegorm and Curufin, engrossed in each other’s swordsmanship. Next to them stood Maedhros, Y/N could have recognized his incredibly tall silhouette and wavy copper hair from a thousand miles away. 

Carnistir shot her a concerned look, silently asking her if she wanted to continue her walk — that they could still turn back without his brothers noticing — but something in her heart told Y/N that it was time to step out of the shadows. So they did, and the second his brothers’ eyes fell on his One, Caranthir the Dark felt the flames of the abyss licking at his ankles, igniting a fire inside of him that started to spread throughout his tense body so rapidly, he didn’t notice his grip on her arm tightening to an almost painful degree if it hadn’t been for her hand placing itself on his biceps to keep him calm. 

How dare they look at her. 

He locked in a stare with his eldest brother, whose blue eyes displayed worry and uncertainty more than anything. It was not Maedhros he was weary of, if anything, he almost felt relieved the firstborn prince was here with them. Eru only knew what would happen if Carnistir witnessed one of his vicious brothers make a wrong move and Maedhros weren’t there to stop him. 

"Well, if it isn’t the infamous human," Celegorm spoke, feline eyes taking in Y/N’s silhouette as if she were his prey, and Carnistir’s blood started boiling. His jaw clenched so hard it almost looked painful to Y/N who was keeping a very close eye on him, praying he wouldn’t lose his composure. His hand — so tense it started shaking — resting on his sword, ready to attack at any given moment. 

And he really tried for her sake, but the second his silver haired brother took a step towards her, something inside of him snapped. Moving to stand in front of her, shielding her from whatever it was Celegorm planned to do, the atmosphere shifted, darkness falling on everyone’s face like a heavy veil. Carnistir was livid. 

Y/N could see the way his shoulders shook underneath his tunic, the grip on his sword tightening so much his knuckles turned white. 

"Don’t even think I will spare you. I am not afraid to commit another kinslaying, brother."

One phrase, infused with so much rage and poison, even Maedhros seemed frightened.

It was normal for them to get into fights like this, for Celegorm and Curufin alike to provoke Carnistir until he inevitably blew up — this time, however, nobody dared to go further. When usually, Celegorm would have that insufferable smirk on his face upon succeeding in angering his brother, his face remained stone cold. He knew this wasn’t an empty threat. He knew what Morifinwë was capable of and though he would rather die than admit it, it scared him. So he took a step back, raising his hands in submission for once. Carnistir’s stare was relentless, the tensions still running higher than ever. 

Behind him, Y/N’s eyes met the ones of Curufin, the one she had hoped to avoid today. And the look he gave her was more than just distasteful. He almost seemed disgusted to see her. How it made her mad. How she could feel her breath becoming shakier and shakier. She had travelled to the ends of Beleriand, fulfilled a quest that had been deemed impossible, achieved more than he ever could — of course he’d feel inferior to her. As he should. She knew she was only working herself up, but she couldn’t stop her anger. Who was he to gaze upon her with such insolence. Who was he to ever think he was better than her. After all the pain she had to endure, all the fighting she had done, all the horrible monsters she had slain to prove herself once and for all — monsters he had never even seen before, she was sure. All the agony she had suffered for this vile, repugnant joke of an ellon to even dare- 

I’ll show him.

Nobody registered what happened next. They were trained fighters, stronger and more skilled than most of the elven population and yet, none of them had expected her to leap forward from behind Carnistir, steal the sword out of his grip and point it at Curufinwë’s neck silently — in the blink of an eye. Her stare suddenly turned blank, it was as if she had completely abandoned all of her principles. Carnistir was shocked, to say the least. Never before had he seen her display such behavior. She had never been one to fight, to actively start one to be exact. If anything, she would always try to solve problems without resorting to violence. Since when was she this skilled in swordsmanship? She had always refused his insistence on teaching her, only learning some self defense techniques did she agree to, as a compromise.

"Let’s settle this, once and for all." 

Her voice was cold, almost completely emotionless and Carnistir’s stomach dropped. Just who was standing in front of him now, challenging his brother to a duel? 

It seemed Maedhros did not see it necessary to step in and prevent the situation from escalating but instead backed away when they locked eyes. Of all of Carnistir’s brothers, Y/N had always thought him to be the most diplomatic and just. It seemed he knew how important this was, as opposed to Celegorm who tried to get inbetween them, only to be blocked by his raven haired brother, who had not once stopped staring at him since their encounter. Curufin let out a scoff, glowering at her with nothing but arrogance and mockery before pulling out his sword to accept her challenge.

"You will regret this, mortal." 

They began a dangerous dance, spinning around on light feet, blades swinging too close to each other’s throats for Carnistir’s liking. He felt his eldest brother’s hand on his shoulder, holding him back. While he knew it was not permissible to intervene in a duel such as this one, his stance told Maedhros otherwise. He was ready to jump in at any given moment. And yet, in the seriousness of this situation, with death looming over her like Morgoth’s shadow, he found himself mesmerized by the figures she would display circling his brother, who seemed to be growing exhausted. Her elegance behind the silver blade captivated him in ways he could have never imagined. The unpredictable coldness in her gaze held his heart in an iron grip. There was a peculiar mélange of emotions swirling around in his grey eyes, trying to make sense of what was happening in front of him. She seemed so far away in this moment, unrecognizable but still so oddly familiar. His brows furrowed at the thought of her having no choice but to fight for her life out there in the dark and he realized that this little dance with his brother was nothing but a fragment of the waltz she had danced with the Black Foe of the World. 

What happened to you?

Maedhros’ grip on his shoulder tightened, as if he had sensed the discomfort rising up next to him. They exchanged a quick glance, concerned blue orbs meeting lost grey ones. 

Y/N’s moves were swift when she finally caught Curufinwë off guard, slicing the back of his knee in one quick motion even he hadn’t anticipated. The sudden yell he let out followed by his hand reaching to touch the wound was all she needed to know the match was hers to win. Contrary to Carnistir’s belief that she would leave his brother be, as this injury was enough for her to prove her superiority, she instead proceeded to twist his hand to rid him of his weapon, earning a surprised look from her opponent. Curufinwë hissed at her abilities, conflicted about whether or not he should believe them. It was absurd, how a mortal like her had managed to harm him. He would not have it. He would show her, make her regret to even breathe the same air as him. Just when he took a step forward, determined to use his bare hands in his rage, her forehead collided with his nose with a force he could have never predicted, sending him tumbling backwards. His hands uncoordinatedly flew in front of his face when he felt a warm, liquid sensation dripping down his mouth and chin. 

The gasps his brothers let out at once were the last thing he heard before the actual force of her blow caught up to him, making his footing grow weaker. So weak, in fact, that he lost his balance and fell, a wave of dizziness washing over him out of nowhere. 

It could not be. He was Curufinwë, son of Fëanor, son of Finwë. 

He was… bleeding.

A sudden weight on his chest momentarily brought him back to reality, where Y/N was standing over him, her foot holding him down like he was an animal begging to be released after having been shot with an arrow. He saw a gleam of silver flash to his left and right before she lifted her arms in the air, about to deliver the final strike. It happened before he could even begin to yell at her to stop, that he would surrender.

Two blades, jammed into the ground, centimeters next to his head. Without batting an eyelash. He was alive, but humiliated in the worst possible way. A strategic move on her part. 

Her eyes had a tint darker to them than Carnistir had ever seen. He released a tight breath when she rolled her shoulders back and turned towards him and his brothers, all of whom were too stunned to utter a single word. For a second, he had wholeheartedly believed she was going to kill his brother, who was laying there, paralyzed and dishonored, and it scared him because he had dared to question her intentions. His eyes fell onto his hands, which were balled into fists at his sides in frustration, and he tried to focus on his older brother’s presence instead. Anything to help him ignore the uneasy feeling that was beginning to gnaw at him. It frightened him, seeing her like this, but at the same time, he was impressed by her skills and efficiency. 

With her posture now proud and confident, she locked in a stare with Celegorm, who for once in his life was too intimidated to come up with a comeback. 

"If anybody else wants to tell me something, they’re very welcome to do so."

Although his ears picked up on her words, they didn’t quite register with Carnistir, for he was too taken by her eerily monotone voice. Never before had she acted or spoken this way — sinister and chilling. He found himself wondering whether this was the impression he usually left on others. To some degree, he now understood how it must be to stay on the receiving end of his anger, especially when he was used to his counterpart being but the gentlest soul in all of Arda. Truly, he felt most unsettled by her fëa, which seemed so dark as opposed to when they had entered the gardens to embark on their stroll. Her h/c hair was tousled and tangled, chest rising and falling irregularly as to catch her breath, stature still tense and ready to fight. It sent shivers down his spine — the spine of a kinslayer — when nothing should have this effect on him, not with the experience he had gained on the battlefield over the years. Why yes, he could certainly sense a sort of pride creeping into his chest, he would even go as far as to call it excitement, had it not been for the discomfort and concern for her wellbeing clouding his thinking. Because not only had she completed this quest, she had moreover proven to everyone that she was not to be messed with. To be underestimated, yet again. When her words were met with uneasy silence, Y/N stepped to her lover to return his sword. 

He did not miss her shaking hand when he took it, and he knew it was time for them to leave, immediately. The complexion of her skin told him there would be a bruise on her wrist by tomorrow. She must have twisted it somehow.

Scanning their surroundings for one last time, gaze lingering on Curufin’s silhouette as to make sure he was in fact still breathing, he then gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and thus lead her away from the training grounds. They left like they had come; arm in arm. This time, however, their steps were fast and restless like Y/N’s eyes which were nervously darting from left to right. The second they got back to the estate, Carnistir didn’t hesitate to pull her aside into a quiet corridor and hold her close. She was shaking against his large frame, burying her face into his chest, clawing onto him for support — he felt a painful twinge in his heart, hugging her tighter. Her silent tears seeped through the fabric of his tunic while countless sobs were wrecking her exhausted body. 

"Melmenya," whispered Carnistir "You do not need to prove yourself, ever again." His hand came to tenderly stroke her hair, hoping to calm her down. When he felt her nodding against his chest, he knew she was listening. "…especially not to my brothers." She slowly raised her head to look at him and the expression on her face broke his heart into a million tiny pieces. He gently wiped her tears and let his thumb linger on her hot cheek, caressing her. "Really, they’re not worth it," he mused, and she nuzzled her face into his hand, closing her eyes. The corridor was silent, the only audible sounds being her soft sniffs and irregular breaths, which she was desperately trying to regulate. Carnistir took his time, comforting his beloved as best as he could. She became so very fragile and delicate in his embrace, something the others would probably not believe after having witnessed her practically obliterating their brother. In a way, he felt relieved to see her crumble like this because it showed him that she was in fact, still the same person. Guilt settled into his bones at that, how could he ever wish to see her cry and lose her composure like this? And feel relief? Because she had acted differently? He shook his head at the thought — that was not important right now. He needed to focus on her, comfort her. 

"I’m certain Atarinkë will never show his face again." That comment actually earned him the smallest hint of a smile, dusting a slight blush onto his cheeks. 

"There it is," he whispered, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers and placing his other hand over the small of her back before kissing her softly, trying to calm himself and forget about the doubtful thoughts in his head. He was glad that underneath that thick skin and harshness displayed mere moments ago, she was still his gentle lover, allowing him to get close to her instead of building more walls to keep him away, especially after what had taken place out there. Anybody would be, right? But he knew that they had to work through her pain. He felt it in their connected fëa. They were intertwined at last, they had always been. She had gone through an unimaginable experience which had left her marked until the end of time, both physically and mentally. Her sudden blank stare and emotionless fighting had certainly frightened him in a way that he had never expected to be frightened of her. But then again, so had he acted after the kinslayings. And she had been there to catch him. To build him up, no matter how cold and angry he got. How could he possibly hold that against her? 

"You did so well, Y/N," he began, suddenly overcome with emotion, "And I love you. Just, please do not forget that you are not alone in this, alright? I will stand beside you regardless of what happens. But I do not wish for you to harm yourself because of my brothers’ inability to shut their mouths." Tears were pooling in his eyes now, the human in his arms being the reason. How he had suffered without her. How his life had lost all meaning when she had vanished. And although she was back, he could not fathom losing her again because of his stupid brothers. Losing her because of his fear of change. She was still here, living and breathing. And she needed him. They needed each other.

"I cannot lose you," The blush on his cheeks grew and spread to his ears as a result of his vulnerability. He had never been one to lay his emotions on the table like this and Y/N felt so very moved by his attempt to comfort her this way. 

"You won’t," she spoke up, her voice no longer monotone and cold, but instead sentimental and warm like the old days. "I know I should not have lashed out like that, but I just couldn’t let him get away with it, Cara. I’m sorry." 

"He deserved it, that fool," he just retorted, kissing her again, feeling a few tears roll down his cheeks. She wiped them. "Just… be careful. I got scared, seeing you like this. I don’t ever want to see you in such pain again." He smoothed his hand over her messy hair as to fix it. 

"I love you," she whispered, her lips brushing against his when she spoke, a slight frown on her forehead. "And to think that it is still so early in the day… I don’t even want to know how your father will react to the news of his favorite child being defeated and humiliated by a mortal woman. Again." Chuckling, Carnistir shook his head. "It does not matter. I bet you they will leave Thargelion together, before dinner even. But until then, let me draw you a bath, alright? And we need to take a look at your wrist as well, the bruise is starting to worry me."

Nodding, she grasped his hand, and squeezed it tightly. The day had only just begun and they had not even encountered a third of his family. Worry was beginning to bubble up inside her at the thought of having to meet each of his brothers and lastly, Fëanor, but the light reflecting in Carnistir’s grey eyes told her it was going to be alright. She could tell from the way he looked at her, admiring her with the most adoring smile on his still wet face, that it did not matter what would happen once they stood face to face with his father. Because they were side by side, his large hand protectively clutching her smaller one, squeezing it just as tightly. She was no longer alone. He was really here. And she was with him.

She was safe. 

#caranthir x reader #caranthir imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #angst #fluff #carnistir #morifinwë #request

[lovefairymina]

Cara, you never told me being Lady of Thargelion involved so much work *whines and gestures to the stacks of paperwork and accounting statements* if I knew earlier I probably would have eloped and run away with you a long time ago - may I please get a kiss, maybe a hug or even a few minutes of cuddle time to fuel me for the rest of the day?

“Eloped?” He softly chuckled as his eyes locked with yours and held you in a fixed trance. “You have a very interesting sense of humour meldanya. But of course, ask and you shall receive. You may have a few kisses so long as you perform your duties.”

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[doodle-pops]

Think You Can Warm Me Up

[Elves and Cockwarming x reader]

Request: What elves do you think would like cock-warming? - anon

A/N: This was a lot of elves to think for since I've added more over the months gone by. Enjoy!!!

Warning: smut, cockwarming

More: Brat Taming

Loves it – sometimes when they’re too busy to have sex with you but you want to feel them, they’ll suggest you sit on their lap, only to feel them raising your body slightly to slide themselves into you. When you lift your hips to move, their hands will be planted firmly on your waist with a stern look on their faces warning you to stay still. They’ll keep their hands on your waist, using it to pull you closer to rest against their chest and hold you down. Some use it for punishment when your bratty side comes out. They’ll rile you up by making out with you, having you grind on them feeling as though you two are about to have sex, but then when you’re about to ride them, they’ll lean in to whisper, “Not so fast love, no moving, sit right there and stay still or I’ll leave you empty. You thought I’d just give in and give you what you wanted, my poor confused little one” Other times, they’d use it to literally warm themselves up. When you two are relaxing as such, they’d throw the suggestion out to you and once you agree, the two of you will just be lounging about with their cock buried in you, staying warm. There are times you’ve fallen asleep with them buried in you. “You feel so warm and tight love, stop shifting so much, just stay still. This feels good, now we can cuddle.”

MAEDHROS, Maglor, CELEBRIMBOR, FINGOLFIN, FINGON, Finarfin, FINROD, AEGNOR, GLORFINDEL, GALDOR, BELEG, Rog, Elrond

Hates it – the first time you suggest the act, they were down to try it, but once you sank your warm hole onto their cock, it was over for them. Their hands would immediately shoot out to grab your waist, urging you to move but you’ll simply push it away and lean into their chest informing them that you’re not supposed to move. “It’s called cockwarming for a reason. Now stay still. Don’t get mad, remember you agreed to this, so sit and enjoy it.” This was absolute torture for them, they couldn’t take it anymore. Knowing that if they moved their hips right then, you’d probably hop off and that wasn’t part of their plan. Waiting till you were settled in and comfortable, with ease, their hands would sneak around your waist holding you firmly to their chest and without any warning, begin thrusting into you. You’d admit that this was not how you planned the session to go but with the way the tip of their cock was brushing against your soft spot, your moans gave it away. Now whenever you suggest it to them, they’d smile at you saying that they’ll behave, only to abuse your heat as soon as you sink down on their cock. The longest they’ve ever lasted was five seconds. “If you really thought I’d sit through all that torture, you’re absolutely wrong. Now be a good girl/boy and enjoy my cock.”

FEANOR, CELEGORM, Curufin, Turgon, ARGON, ANGROD, EGALMOTH, ECTHELION, MAEGLIN, ELLADAN

Mixed feelings – one minute it’s torture for them the other it’s blissful. It just all depends on their mood not so much yours. If they’re tired and just want to be warmed or you want to feel them, they’d let you go ahead without interrupting you. They’d simply wrap their arms around you and pull you in closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead and drifting off to sleep. Other times it’s when they’re busy doing paperwork and could do with a little relief. Letting you sit on their lap with the table hiding their cock buried deep in your heat, they’d let you lean into them so they could continue their work. “This feels good, didn’t think I’d be needing this, but after I’m finished here, I’d bend you over this table for a good fuck, hmm.” When you’re teasing them all day and acting up and then decide it’s time to kick it up a notch by making them feel you were about to ride them after your tedious torture only to sit still on their cock, now you’re just asking for it. They’d be grinding their teeth the entire time when you tell them not to move while pretending to do something important, informing them that when you’re finished then you two can go at it, they’re not going to listen, not when you were suffocating their cock. They wouldn’t care at that point, so say goodbye to whatever it was that you were doing. “Don’t you think this is a little too much love, don’t you think this has gone on for too long because I think so as well. How about we change that by having me fuck you, now.”

Maedhros, MAGLOR, CARANTHIR, Amrod, Fingolfin, FINGON, TURGON, FINARFIN, Finrod, AEGNOR, Glorfindel, GALDOR, Egalmoth, ROG, ERESTOR

Masterlist

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[felagund-the-valiant]

Masterlist

Maedhros

Caranthir

Fingon

All I Want Is You - 1.1k words - tags: best friends to lovers, first kiss

Finrod

Galdor

General hcs Procrastination Troubles - 1.1k words - tags: fluff, unintentional secret dating, sibling's best friend trope

Glorfindel

Having a crush on a reader who's friends with Ecthelion

Maeglin

#tolkien #jrrt #silmarillion #lords of gondolin #finrod felagund #finrod #finrod x reader #maedhros #maedrhos x reader #fingon #fingon x reader #caranthir #caranthir x reader #galdor #galdor x reader #glorfindel #glorfindel x reader #maeglin #maeglin x reader #reader insert

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi M! Hope I manage to slide this request in on time, may I request Caranthir x reader [AFAB] (if you're writing for the elves) with the bondage prompt for kinktober? Looking forward to lots of spice for kinktober ;)

"The vow"

Pairing: Caranthir x Fem. Reader (human/second person POV) | Location: Forests of Thargelion

Themes: Smut (Lemon/graphic)

Warnings: Brief mention of injuries | Explicit language | Bondage (hands and arms) | Kissing | Sex in a tent | Dirty talk | Rough sex | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Summary: Caranthir makes a vow to his significant other, something which is quite rare for him.

Word count: 1.1K words

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

The strips were freshly woven wool. They were strong and yet soft at the same time. 

They had been wound around your wrists and arms, keeping them in place. It was how Caranthir liked it—having you bound, your body completely open to his whim and pleasure. 

Tonight, there was no exception. The tent rustled softly against the wind that swept through the camp, fallen leaves lifting and swirling around the dying embers of a great pit fire. Inside, it was still warm. A brazier was lit, its dim, flickering light throwing shadows all over Caranthir's ruddy skin.

"You must remain silent, my love," Caranthir commanded in a hushed tone. You had moaned, deep and long and throaty. He was certain the sound carried beyond the tent. "Or the others will hear."

He then reconsidered his command. Why did it matter if the sounds of shared pleasures drifted beyond the boundaries of the tent you had come to share with him? The two of you were bound to each other. Not just in flesh, but in spirit as well. The others knew. His brothers knew. They did not necessarily approve of this cleaving to one another before sacred vows had been exchanged, but they knew. 

Another moan parted your lips. "You ask for the impossible, my love, and you know it."

Caranthir laughed. "Then I should find another way to silence you."

"I thought you already had a way to silence me."

"Oho! Is that the way of it? Very well. I will make use of that little trick of mine some other time. Am I hurting you?"

He was not. Caranthir had been exceedingly gentle as always. It amazed you how an elf as fiery-tempered as the one who sired him could be so gentle at the same time. 

"You are not, my love." Skin slapped against skin when his thighs struck yours, unleashing sparks that turned to flame, setting you ablaze from within. "But I am not certain if I could... Oh, my stars!"

He pulled on the bindings around your wrists and thrust deep, finding the secret place that gave you nothing but the most indescribable bliss. Caranthir had a good grip on your hip and your hands. His legs rested over yours. It stopped you from squirming too much. You enjoyed it, submitting to his will. You turned your head to the side, a little away from your pillow. It was all the better then. 

"Good." Caranthir stopped. He leaned down ever so briefly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "And when Rána is at its brightest, I will make good on my vow. I will take you to wife, with my kin and our followers as witnesses. I will not be like that fool, Aegnor. I will not give you up, as he did Andreth. I love you, and you are mine."

"And I cannot wait for that day," you reply without even a moment's reflection. Reflection was not needed. Not now. Not after everything the two of you had endured together. "I love you, Morifinwë."

His eyes slowly filled with tears. They were welcome tears, a sign of his joy. A hand callused by years of fighting and sword use skimmed over your belly. It made you shiver. He pulled out of you, turned you onto your back, and entered you again. Caranthir moved, slowly and gently this time, his hand resting on your cheek. He repeated a pledge he once made when the two of you lay beneath an inky black sky, with nothing but the stars as witnesses. 

"Flesh of two, joined as one. Bound in spirit. Bound in body. Bound beneath the light of the stars. Bound for all days, till the end of all days. Perhaps, if the great ones are willing, even beyond that."

You repeated his words, your breath nothing more than quickening gasps. It was as if you had been running. Caranthir panted. He whispered sweet obscenities in your ear—the kind one should not expect to hear from an elf of such high birth. 

“I enjoy nothing more than looking into your eyes while I fuck you.”

“I cannot get enough of how eager you are to submit to me like this, letting me use that glorious body of yours however I see fit.”

“I know I urged you to be quiet before, but now I yearn to hear you cry out my name when I take you over the cliff.”

He leaned down and kissed you. His skin smelled of the cold, clean air and the fields he loved to ride in. His name came so easily to you. Morifinwë. Morifinwë. Morifinwë. It was like a song for his ears alone. He was now ceaseless, his mouth parting in a strangled cry. It triggered something hot and sweet—a gathering that spread just beneath your skin. His name left your lips again, now ragged, desperate, and hungry. Caranthir sated it, making you soar, taking you higher and higher until you cried out, loudly and without shame. Then he let himself go with a low groan, his entire body quivering violently before it slowly went still. He shuddered, his spend spilling freely after one last, powerful thrust. 

The world beyond the tent was still quiet, save for the sudden, sharp gasps of chilling wind. Caranthir took a deep, steadying breath and drew back, then laid you down on the pelts that served as a feather bed. He undid your bindings. The painful, abrupt rush of blood made you yelp. He rubbed your arms to soothe you.

"Do these still hurt?" He asked. 

Your gaze skimmed over the ugly scars that served as a visible reminder of the nightmarish orc raid that nearly claimed your life. 

"Not anymore." Your sigh of relief rose from the tips of your toes when Caranthir ran his hands down trembling limbs, taking great care not to be too rough or fast. It made you feel so pampered. "I just cannot bear to look at them."

It was one Caranthir loathed above all—how he could not take the scars away. "I do not love you any less for it," he returned, dipping his head to kiss a scar that cut across your shoulder. "But I will see what else I can do."

"It does not matter," you reply. Caranthir had done so much for you already. It was another aspect of him that surprised you—the lengths he was willing to go to make sure you were well and happy. "You having done all that you could already is enough for me."

Caramthir smiled—really smiled. He stayed awake, content to watch while you curled into him and slept. 

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[elficially-done-with-life]

Dating Caranthir after his return to Valinor hc

Pairing: Caranthir x elf!reader

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♡ When you meet for the first time, he doesn't tell you who he is, for understandable reasons

♡ Always holds back a bit because of this and is actually quite shy

♡ Seeks physical contact by leaning his shoulder against yours

♡ Doesn't tell anyone but his Ammë about you for fear the others might turn up and tell you who he really is

♡ When you're finally ready to date, Caranthir does tells you his name and to his surprise, you don't push him away

♡ You hug him and say that although you don't approve of everything he's done, he's shown you that he's different from the way people describe him in all the songs and stories

♡ Caranthir is still short tempered, but can never be angry with you. As soon as his eyes land on you, something inside him softens

♡ Becomes a little overprotective because he's afraid someone might harm you to hurt him or to take revenge on him

♡ Would take on anyone who is mean to you

♡ Sometimes you have to protect him though. Because if you're out together and someone starts yelling at him all the things he's done wrong, he's just embarrassed and afraid, that you might realise how rotten he really is. In such a case, you have to protect Caranthir

♡ Always turns bright red when you're around, which is really cute

♡ He often tells you how grateful he is to have you

♡ However, it takes him a while to open up to you completely and to reveal his deepest feelings. He even asked Nerdanel how he should best bring it up to you

♡ You spend hours walking or lying next to each other in the grass while he tells you everything that has happened in Middle-earth. The good and the bad. He's very nervous, but feels better after he's told you a lot of things

♡ Embroiders little flowers and other symbols you like on many of your clothes

♡ Likes to give you selfmade gifts, but is always really nervous about whether you will like them. You love them every time and never fail to tell him so

♡ When you're in public and he gets nervous, he grabs your hand. You hold it lightly so you won't overwhelm him even more but to still show him that you're there for him

♡ Over time, you realise how insecure Caranthir is about his appearance. Whenever you see each other, you kiss his beautiful red cheeks and tell him how gorgeous he is

♡ You will be the one who has to ask him if he wants to court you. He has finally acceptrd that you really love him, but would never ask you to tie yourself to his family as they have such a bad reputation

♡ But immediately says that he would be overjoyed to if you asked him, because he loves you very much and had secretly thought about what it would be like if you courted

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[kiatheinsomniac]

I love the way you look when I'm inside you — smut dialogue prompt with Caranthir please?

──── 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 ˊˎ -

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Another short one sorry aksehjf I have a lull in smut in my queue now tho so hopefully the upcoming smuts will be more lengthy, you know like the fëanorians-

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Caranthir x Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.5k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW content, MDNI, smut, mirror sex, creampie

Your face was hot with a blush, eyes teary as you looked at yourself in the mirror, set on Caranthir’s lap with his arms wrapped around your legs, pulling them up towards your chest as he thrust up into you from below. In front where the two of you were on the edge of the bed, a mirror stood. The position he held you in gave you an unrestricted view of how he pistoned into your drooling pussy, a ring of cream around the base of his cock. He didn’t allow you to look away and you had already learned to obey such an order this evening as disobedience had earned you a ruined orgasm earlier. 

“Look at how pretty you are like this…” He cooed in your ear between his own moans at how it only made you squeeze around him. You reached back to tangle your fingers in his dark hair, wanting to turn your head to kiss him but knowing that he would not allow you to pry your eyes from the mirror for a moment. You could feel the way his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs in holding your legs up and he muffled yet another drawn-out moan at the way your breasts bounced, opting to press his lips against your shoulder, opening his mouth to kiss and suck and bite his way up the length of your neck. “I love the way you look when I’m inside you, so pretty for me. So, so pretty. Touch yourself.” You were quick to comply, one hand leaving his hair to instead go down between your legs. 

You let your fingers run along your slick lips, stroking up and down gently and brushing against the sides of Caranthir’s cock to feel him enter and leave you. Not wanting him to think you were teasing or disobeying, your fingers went back upwards slightly to rub circles at your clit. Pleasure jolted like electricity through your limbs as you came crashing to your end. Your name slipped breathlessly past Caranthir’s lips as the saccharine walls of your pussy tried to milk his cock of all he was worth and he was more than willing to give that to you. 

His hips strayed from their steady rhythm as his arms wound around you, holding you tight as he came inside of you. You could feel his chest panting against your back as you finally allowed your head to loll against his shoulder, looking up at him with tired eyes as you listened to the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You winced slightly as he went to lower your legs, muscles aching. “Sorry…” He murmured, hands going to massage your muscles and yet he made no move to separate your bodies, more than willing to have you cockwarm him while you went limp in his lap, moaning quietly at the way his hands soothed your strained muscles. 

Eventually, he removed you from his lap and cleaned up your bodies just enough with a damp towel, set on flopping down into the bed beside you. You found yourself being pulled against his strong chest while a blanket was draped over your naked bodies, dozing off tiredly in his arms to the feeling of his lips against your forehead. 

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[lamemaster]

Elves Reaction to a Mythical S/O

Request: I saw the “ Feel free to request “ in the bio and I wanted to ask if you could write something like a Mermaid!Reader Or Fairy!Reader headcanons with Maedhros Celegorm Caranthir Glorfindel and Ecthelion? I would appreciate it <3

Characters: Maedhros, Celegorm, Caranthir, Glorfindel, Ecthellion

AN: Took some creative liberty with some of these but I hope you still like them. Also, the way I got carried away with Celegorm is not real. I hope you like it and thanks for requesting this! (Divider by @cafekitsune)

Celegorm- Celegorm lay wounded, his lifeblood seeping into the quiet forests of Beleriand. Beside him, Dior's lifeless form grew cold, devoid of the light that once animated it. As he awaited his inevitable end, Celegorm allowed himself a moment to embrace the surroundings. The scent of damp earth, the gentle rustle of leaves in the air, and the murmurs of the horrified trees—all of it reached his senses, and even in his pain, he found solace in these simple pleasures. He dared not contemplate his fate, for whatever awaited him was yet unknown. Suddenly, a subtle thrum of activity surrounded him, a buzz that reverberated through the forest. Even the trees whispered a name he couldn't grasp. And then he smelled it—the sweet, cloying scent of decay. It was reminiscent of rotting grapes, withering to produce wine, or overripe fruits dissolving into the soil. "Oh, look what they left us this time—one still alive," your voice chimed like a symphony of bells in Celegorm's pain-addled mind. From his blurred vision, Celegorm observed as flowers bloomed beneath your every step. And then, you stopped right in front of him. "Help," he managed to croak, and you laughed. Mirroring your laughter, Celegorm felt a surge of mirth course through him, even as his blood continued to flow excessively. "Ah, my pet," you crouched down, and Celegorm instinctively leaned into your touch as your fingers grazed his cheek. "Should I truly save you?" You tilted your head innocently, your silver-hued skin shimmering in the dappled sunlight. A crown adorned with sapphires rested upon your head, complementing the brilliance of your sparkling eyes. "Think carefully," you whispered with a playful smile on your lips, and Celegorm became captivated by their allure. "A bargain with the fae is no trivial matter." As a sharp pain invaded his mind and body, Celegorm's gaze lost focus. Your talons, sharp and unyielding, grasped his wound, prying it open further. Despite the agony coursing through him, Celegorm found himself nodding, his voice barely a plea, "Please…". “Alright, then elf,” in seconds the wound that you had pried open closes and Celegorm stares in disbelief as his skin stitches itself back together under your touch. By the time you are done, there rests a brand where Dior’s sword had once impaled him. Your brand on him.

Ecthellion- Long ago, in the Ages of the Trees, Ecthelion had felt the weight of the ocean, a burden he carries with him even now. However, it is not the brine of the ocean that floods his lungs, but the water of his own fountain, leaving him gasping for breath. The misery he experiences now seems more profound than the incident of his childhood. Back then, he held onto hope that someone would come to his rescue, and indeed, you had come. Through the darkness, you swam with your shimmering green tail, and in your arms, you cradled a young Ecthelion. That single act had been enough to ignite his fascination with Alqualondë, drawing him to its shores in search of glimpses of you, the mermaid familiar with the Teleri's realm. Admiration had blossomed into love as Ecthelion fell for his savior. But now… hope has faded. Ecthelion finds it harder to believe in the possibility of a rescue as he drowns in the shallow waters, mere feet from the depths of the ocean. The day he departed the bloodied shores, he shattered any chance of your care. He knows you would not spare a thought for one who sided with the kinslayers. “I wish I had left you…I wish I hadn’t saved you,” the echoes of your final words haunt his ears, replaying over and over as he envisions your tear-stricken figure on the ravaged shores. Even as he draws in the water, he feels his own tears mingling with it, his heart heavy with regret.

Caranthir- Caranthir sighed in frustration as the thread snapped once again, the fifth time within the last two minutes. "Will you please stop already?" he exclaimed, giving up on the futile game of searching for the elusive cause of his thread's constant breaking. Finally, he looked up towards the branch where you sat, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. "Oh, me?" you replied, feigning an expression of shock, vigorously shaking your head. "How could I have possibly done anything from wayyyy up here?" Your playful act may have fooled others, but Caranthir, after years of knowing you, remained unconvinced. Caranthir's frustration simmered as he contemplated your mischievous presence on the branch above. His impulse to chuck a rock at you was quickly suppressed, knowing it wouldn't deter your playful nature. But you weren't oblivious to his internal struggle. With a dramatic flourish, you folded your wings, mocking innocence evident in your eyes. "Oh, look at you," you taunted, your voice carrying a blend of seriousness and amusement. "What did a poor, dainty little fairy do to you? I hope all your needles break and all your threads end up in a tangle." Despite the biting nature of your words, a glimmer of mirth danced in your gaze. Tired of your antics, Caranthir abandoned his position and began to make his way back. But before he could take more than a couple of steps, he felt a familiar weight land upon his back. Your arms encircled him, and your head rested gently on his shoulder. His hands instinctively moved to support your legs, preventing any chance of you slipping. "Forgive me," you whispered softly, your fingers idly playing with his braids. Caranthir didn't utter a single word in response, but the way he his hands securely supported your legs on each side spoke volumes.

Maedhros- Maedhros found himself engulfed in a sea of grief, his heart heavy as he watched his father burn the ships that were meant to aid their kin. The weight of witnessing his father's gradual descent into darkness, coupled with the burden of blood and oath, had taken its toll on Maedhros. The shores were ablaze with the burning remnants of the ships, and amidst the chaos, he discovered you. Your countenance was hidden beneath the veil of long, flowing hair, but one striking feature remained exposed—a majestic teal tail that identified you as a creature of the sea. Lying on the shore, your body bore the scars of burns, rendering you unconscious and vulnerable. Drawn by an invisible force, Maedhros knelt beside you, gently parting the strands of hair that obscured your face. In that moment, he couldn't discern whether it was love or lust that gripped his heart, but he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to tear his gaze away from you. As he pulled you from the water, your tail transformed into naked legs, signifying a profound change and a bridge between worlds. Draping his cloak over your form, Maedhros carried you to the sanctuary of his tent. With tender and feather-soft touches, he applied a healing paste to your wounds, his eyes fixated on your closed eyes. In that intimate exchange, he felt an indescribable connection. You belonged to him, bound together in mind, heart, and soul, intertwining with his own unguarded being. When the following morning arrived, you awakened, your memories of the past washed away like wet ink fading on a page. A new dawn emerged, and the eldest Feanorian rejoiced. For in your rebirth, he saw an opportunity to offer himself to you completely. The sea had dared to separate him from his home, his mother, his people and so he took away something precious from it. Something he keeps a secret even as he hangs from the cliff of Thangodrim. You are to him as the Silmarils were to Feanor. Even in death, Maedhros' spirit would follow you as you traversed the world, your past forgotten in the depths of ages long gone. You were his eternal companion, a tether to a forgotten era, forever intertwined in the tapestry of destiny.

Glorfindel- "Do you truly think Asfaloth's bells are better than mine?" you ask, your figure delicately balanced on the balcony as you fix a piercing glare upon Glorfindel. He finds himself in a predicament he never anticipated, caught off guard by your sudden confrontation. "It's not a matter of comparison, really," the Balrog slayer tries to deflect, hoping to avoid further conflict. However, you refuse to let him off the hook so easily. "Oh, really? Because if I recall correctly, your past romantic odes were filled with praise for the sweet chimes of my own bells, not those on Asfaloth," you remark, plucking at the tinkling bells adorning your anklet to emphasize your point. "These bells carry the essence of my magic, and yet, you hesitated. You faltered at Elohir's foolish question." Glorfindel winces, inwardly cursing Elrond's son for inadvertently causing this current predicament. Stepping closer to you, he channels his sweetest voice, accompanied by a subtle loosening of the top buttons of his shirt. "Melda," Glorfindel begins, his voice tender and sincere, "there is truly no comparison. Even Asfaloth's bells were born out of the days when I pined for you." He gazes into your eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips, as you instinctively reach out and fiddle with the buttons of his shirt." Is that true?" you inquire, a hint of vulnerability lacing your voice. Glorfindel nods, relief washing over him. Crisis Averted for now. He would make sure to apologize to Asfaloth tomorrow.

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[theelvenhaven]

Muse

Caranthir x Reader

k words

Request: Ohh I've been in bit of a Caranthir kick recently, thanks to you 👀 So for request... Thinking about artist reader and their muse Caranthir. Be it sculpting or painting they're always eager to pester him a little to be their model and praise him along the way. Or perhaps a quiet moment in the evening and he catches them doodling him in their sketchbook? 🥰

A/N: I totally understand the Caranthir kick, I get that way too lol. I hope you enjoy!

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It was hard not to be captivated by your partner and all the things that made him… well him. What wasn’t there to love about Carnistir? 

He had a tender heart but kept it guarded though those walls had slowly come down under your careful cultivation and love that you gave him. He was strong emotionally, and his temper while fierce wasn’t as easily triggered as most people suggested it would be. Carnistir used an amazing amount of restraint to keep from being so irrationally angry and with you he was always the epitome of gentle and caring. 

Not to mention the great intelligence and skill Carnistir had. He was a wonderful conversationalist despite his reserved nature, and always were conversations full of variety and interesting topics. All that he seemed to have knowledge on somehow or another. Not to mention how excelled in banking and finance and even in diplomacy. You supposed having six other brothers would make you quite the diplomat when they were out to annoy and set your temper off. 

But not only was a fine politician, but when he had shared with you his artistic abilities you were impressed with his gifts. It was hard not to be when you first laid eyes on a heavily embroidered piece of fabric that he was going to use to make himself a new tunic. Nor did it fail to impress you when you were gifted with a heavily beaded and embroidered article of clothing as well. Proudly did you wear it, and still wore it. 

Carnistir inspired you to create, as an artist how could you not be inspired by him?

If anything you found yourself to consider Carnistir your muse. At first in the fact that he always seemed to give you great ideas on what you could sketch or paint next, painting some of the finest works of art he had ever laid eyes on. 

But the more time you spent with Carnistir, the more you wanted to draw him and his beauty. 

Carnistir was the most handsome ner you had ever laid eyes on. His dark hair complimenting his reddened complexion and freckled body, with bright silver eyes that stood out and pierced right into you. His lips full and perfectly kissable- you would know- and his jawline was strong, nose hooked. 

He was beautiful to you. 

But despite all of your praise on his beauty and how much you adored him, you knew Carnistir wouldn’t let you sketch or draw him. That he’d be too self conscious for you to do such a thing, so you took to doing it in secret. 

Finding places to perch with your sketchbook out of his sight, sketching his strong Feanorian features, and spending copious amounts of time to make sure it looked just like him and was perfect. At first not all of it was identical to him, it took some time to fine tune everything and get it just right. Especially working with a moving figure and basing it off memory. 

But eventually you managed to nail down how to draw him and that intensely handsome face of his, always keeping a red colored pencil on you to shade in his reddened face to tie it all together. You adored all of his expressions, no matter how dead panned or softly expressive they were, you took to drawing all of it. 

It even got to the point where you could sketch him being in the same room with him, while Carnistir stitched and embroidered something. He was too busy to notice that you were sketching him, hyper focused on his own work never minding that you two were creating with him. It made him feel good to know that you wanted to spend your time creating with him too. 

Tonight was no different, as you sat on the sofa, your back leaning against the armrest and with Carnistir at the other end of the sofa. The two of you sitting in a comfortable silence as he continued to stitch, the sounds of the hearth popping in the background, paired with the scratching sounds of your pencil lead against the paper. 

Having been so used to drawing him, you didn’t need to look up to see what his face looked like. Drawing it all from memory, you were completely lost in your own little world as you continued to sketch him, taking your time. Adding details and shading, completely absorbed in you work, so much so you didn’t notice Carnistir getting up off the sofa to walk around for something. 

You only continued the task at hand, while Carnistir walked over to his desk that was just behind you. Reaching for a pair of embroidery scissors to snip at the loose thread to at least shorten it, he was going to turn around and come sit back down with them. But as he began to approach he paused to see what it was you were sketching. 

Quietly he looked over the ner that was on your sketchbook, not thinking much of it at first. Curious to know who it was that had caught your attention recently that you would draw them, there was no flame of jealousy as he understood how inspiration worked. Especially seeing his mother hard at work in the past and all the nerri and nissi she sculpted that wasn’t his father. 

He approached and looked harder, and felt a ripple of surprise run through him as he realized that the ner on the page in your sketchbook was him! You were drawing him? Why? He was the furthest thing from attractive- in his mind- and yet here you were putting him down on paper. Skillfully too without even having to look at him. 

He felt the heat of a blush begin to rise on his face, reddening his face further. It was hard to argue that it was him when you switched to your red color pencil and began to lightly redden his face, and darken the freckles on the sketch of him. Carnistir was a mixture of embarrassed but he was also flattered… Disbelieving that you’d find him so attractive that you’d want to sketch him. 

Carnistir had always concluded that you weren’t with him for his good looks, as he felt he really didn’t have them with the rubicund face he had. 

“Is… that me?” He rhetorically asked, but it was more of a shock even if he already knew the answer, it made you freeze in your sketching. Slowly he watched you move to sit up and turn around to face him, and you noticed how deep his blush was and how he seemed frozen unsure of what he was supposed to do now that he had caught you. 

For a moment you were quiet as you set the sketchbook in your lap, looking down at the drawing on the page of a very intensely focused Carnistir. But you began to smile, you supposed you had been doing this in secret long enough. 

“It is.” You answered him simply and with a smile directed towards him, and you could see the visible shock that was on his face. This was an expression you hadn’t ever seen so clear on his face, maybe in his eyes and not like a mask that took over his whole face. 

“Why?” He asked trying not to sound so uncertain, preparing himself for any criticism or shortcomings you might come up with. Carnistir loved you and you him, but he couldn’t see what you found attractive to be able to draw him. 

“Because I find you handsome.” You answered and you could swear his face grew even redder, rivaling his deep burgundy tunic. Carnistir stood there stiffly, his arms at his sides with his embroidery hoop and scissors still in his hand and those intense silver eyes left yours looking everywhere but at you. 

His low self-esteem beginning to shine through, you had always suspected he didn’t think highly of himself, but now it was really showing. He hesitated on what to say for a moment, whether he should argue or let you have it. You’d be the only one in the world- aside from his mother- who thought him handsome. 

“That can’t possibly be true.” Carnistir said to you with a surprising amount of firmness as he finally moved to take his place on the sofa. Scooting as far down it as the furniture would allow, putting a huge gap between the two of you as he went right back to his work. Trying to forget he ever heard you say such a thing. He didn’t think you were mocking him… right? You were above that right?

But fear settled in and he wondered if you were, you were too good to be true for him in his mind. He was lucky that you wanted to be with him… He let his thoughts run rampant with “what ifs” as he sat in silence, snipping away at thread that was too long. 

“It is true, Carnistir.” You said to him warmly and you watched the way he tensed up hearing it from you, how could you possibly think that? Had you seen his face? His nose was too big, his face was too red, the scowl he wore was too intense… The only thing he liked was his freckles, because they were his mothers. He truly didn’t understand what you saw in him, save maybe his personality. That he was semi-confident was decent. 

“I don’t see how.” He whispered out unintentionally, meaning for it to sound a lot more confident than it did, you looked at him sympathetically. You thought for a moment before you began to scoot down the sofa to sit next to him, 

“Mmm I see how though.” You said holding out your sketchbook to take, this time it was flipped to a different part of it. Another page that had many little sketches of his face and facial expressions. Carnistir swallowed thickly as he looked at it from the corner of his eyes, Hesitating to put his hoop down before finally he did. 

Taking the sketchbook from you as you encouraged him too, and slowly he looked over each little sketch. He winced, did he really make all these faces?

“There’s more.” You said softly as you reached over to flip to another page, and this time it was a full body sketch of him, dressed in an outfit from a festivity that you two had gone to together. When did you have time to do this one? He wondered to himself. 

He let you flip the pages and with each picture, no matter how well you captured his likeness… Seeing his face over and over made him cringe. He hardly looked at himself in the mirror because he didn’t like what he saw, yet here you drew him freely and openly… repeatedly. 

“Y/N… Why? Why are you drawing me? Why are you showing me these?” Carnistir asked this time with a firmness, though the confusion was sound in his voice as he knitted his brows together in a deeper scowl than he supposed he wore all the time. There was always a scowl to his face and it didn’t stop you from drawing it. 

“Because I find you to be beautiful Carnistir, if I may dare say… I think you are my muse.” Him!? Your muse!?

“There is nothing beautiful about me, you’d be better off drawing someone like Tyelko or Curvo.” He argued back immediately, one named the Fair and the other for his likeness to their father who was no doubt attractive. Many nissi and nerri certainly chased after the two- their father included though he rejected them all seeing as he loved Nerdanel. 

“Who says there isn’t? Carnistir, you are so beautiful.” You said eagerly as you scooted close enough that your knees were touching, though despite himself… Carnistir relaxed at the feel of you touching him. He sighed out in frustration, because he wholeheartedly disagreed. There was nothing beautiful about him, he didn’t want to insult you… But had you seen him?

“Y/N. There is nothing about me that is attractive. My nose is too big, my face too red, my lips are full but they’re a little crooked, and my jaw is too strong. Not to mention I wear a scowl mostly, and that is wholly unbecoming of me.” He argued with you giving you full insight to all of his insecurities. You were quick to shake your head as you turned to face him, your hand coming to cup his face to try and get him to look at you, but he hesitated. 

“Carnistir, there is nothing wrong with your nose it suits you, your face is red yes but it doesn’t detract from your beauty. Your lips are perfect and kissable, and your jaw is perfect for your face. Carnistir you are unbelievably handsome.” You smiled out to him as you spoke tenderly, your thumb lovingly caressing his face. For a moment there was a silence and you could see those pools of silver looking at you from the corner of his eyes. 

“I’m not the only one who thinks those things of you, I have overheard many jealous nerri and nissi compliment your beauty Carnistir. Whomever has told you otherwise… They are cruel and unfair.” You said to him gently, as he slowly began to turn to look at you. His eyes were still cast down and his face was still the color of his tunic, but you smiled again. 

“I love you and every part of you. Your personality isn’t the only thing that wowed me, melda.” You said to him gently and you felt him relax under your touch and sweet words, if there was anything Carnistir knew about you, was that you weren’t one to be untruthful. Especially with him, you were always honest and gave a thoughtful opinion on things. 

He hesitated for a moment, shifting some uncomfortably.

“I.. love you too, Y/N… But I am… shocked you see such things in my appearance.” He said softly to you, and finally his hands came to interact with you. Coming to wind around your waist and pulling you in close. You grinned before you leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“Of course I do, and you can expect to see far more pictures of yourself too. I love drawing you.” You grinned to him, and you could feel his face heat back up again. Carnistir sighed out at your words. 

“I… don’t have to pose or anything do I?” He asked with a small grumble, making you laugh at his words. You shrugged, 

“Only sometimes.” You winked as he looked at you, and gently he scowled making you laugh again.

“Fine… I suppose I can.” He conceded and you were thrilled with the news!

“You won’t regret it, melda.” You said with a big grin pulling at your lips before you pressed another kiss to his cheek. Making the corners of his lips tug up into a gentle smile. 

“Now show me your work, we’ve seen enough of mine.” You said hoping to take his mind off the conversation you had and onto something that relaxed him. You were thrilled he would be your muse, but you didn’t want to push him too far where he stayed uncomfortable. 

You loved Carnistir and couldn’t wait to show his beauty off to the world, but you’d start with baby steps. 

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[eunoiaastralwings]

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

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

Make it end up in fluff please 🙏🙏

Thank you and have a wonderful day/night ❣️

characters feanorians x little brother reader ft. Fingolfin

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

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

warnings angry overprotective family members xD

FEANOR:

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

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

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

NERDANEL:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MAEDHROS:

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

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

MAGLOR:

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

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

CELEGORM:

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

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

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

CARANTHIR:

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

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

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

CURUFIN:

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

AMBARUSSA:

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

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

FINGOLFIN:

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

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

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

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