#aegnor x reader

[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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[lamemaster]

From One World to Another

Request: Please spin the wheel for Aegnor 🛐🥺

Pairing: Aegnor x Reader

Genre: Hogwarts au (yaaaay)

AN: Thanks for requesting 🥹I am befuddled by how well this fits (What in the Hell is Happening Event) Last day tmr

"The mudbloods are at it again," Celegorm snorted, a sneer twisting his perfect features. Aegnor rolled his eyes and glanced out the window, where you stood under the shade of a towering oak with your friend.

You were lost in one of those strange dances the humans called TikToks, your movements surprisingly graceful despite the odd rhythm.

Aegnor couldn't help but admire it. Unlike the elves, bound by tradition and cautious with their magic, humans like you embraced life with reckless abandon.  He longed to understand that world, a yearning that gnawed at him despite his upbringing.  A world he could only glimpse through stolen glances at the strange glowing device you called a phone.

Elves, with their long memories and deep respect for tradition, found themselves drawn to Slytherin.  Though some outliers existed, like Elrond, a Ravenclaw scholar obsessed with elven lore, Slytherin's green banner often fluttered above elven dwellings.

Humans, with their fleeting lives, burned brighter.  Gryffindor, the house of the brave, housed the vast majority.  But there were exceptions – a cunning Hufflepuff pioneer known for his loyalty to his coven, and a Ravenclaw witch whose fascination with magical flora rivaled any elves. 

This Gryffindor bravery, however, wasn't always viewed favorably by the elves.  Many elven elders often scoffed at their recklessness, a stark contrast to the calculated actions favored by his people.

Dwarves, with their insatiable thirst for knowledge and mastery of craft, naturally gravitated towards Ravenclaw. Their halls echoed with debates on engineering marvels and the secrets hidden within the earth. 

Finally, the Hobbits found a home in Hufflepuff. Their love for community, loyalty to their kin, and dedication to the simple pleasures of life resonated deeply with the house known for its badger sigil.

A pang of longing twisted within Aegnor. He yearned for a glimpse into your world, a world documented on those strange glowing rectangles humans called "phones."  He knew it was a forbidden desire, an act frowned upon by most elves. Only his Uncle Feanor, a surprising and rare elven Gryfindor dared to dabble in such human contraptions.

Sitting in the back row, the only sliver of sunlight stubbornly fighting its way through a cracked window was Snape's nemesis. Aegnor sighed, flipping through his well-worn textbook filled with elven script that seemed to dance before his eyes.

The acrid scent of burnt Bubotuber pus mingled with the sweet aroma of gillyweed, a constant reminder of the strange concoctions brewing around him

Snape's incessant droning about cauldron safety did little to alleviate his growing boredom. Suddenly, a cacophony of crashing metal and sputtering flames erupted from across the room, followed by Snape's scathing pronouncement, "Five points from Gryffindor!"

Aegnor winced, his gaze briefly flickering towards the source of the commotion.  There, you stood, exiled from the Gryffindor table amidst a chorus of giggles.

You were a whirlwind of Gryffindor red and mischief, your hair escaping its usual braid.  Without a moment's hesitation, you marched towards Aegnor, a mischievous glint sparkling in your eyes.

"Mind if I join you guys?" you chirped, settling down on the empty stool beside him before he could even formulate a response. 

Before he could stammer a response, his sister, Galadriel, cut in with a frosty, "How about no."

Aegnor felt the urge to glare at his sister. He stole a glance at you, half-expecting you to wilt under Galadriel's icy stare. 

Instead, you met her gaze with a playful glint in your eyes, a barely suppressed smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Cool, glad that we agree," you replied shaking his hand. 

A sheepish grin spread across your face as you leaned closer to Aegnor, your voice barely a whisper. "Mind sharing the textbook?" you pleaded, a hint of desperation lacing your tone. 

Your own copy lay abandoned on the desk, its pages marred by a splatter of what could only be some sort of disastrous purple goo. 

For a moment, Aegnor felt a flicker of surprise, a jolt of something akin to shyness as you invaded his personal space. He wasn't used to such casual closeness, especially not with someone from Gryffindor.

He stole a glance at his sister, Galadriel. Her lips were pursed in disapproval, a silent reminder of the boundaries he was teetering on.  

But something, perhaps the endearing lack of inhibition in your eyes, won him over. With a barely audible sigh, he shifted the book closer to you, his voice a low murmur as he mumbled the instructions Snape had droned on about mere moments ago.

And that is how his world collided with yours. Reforming itself for the eternity of his life.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #aegnor x reader #hogwart's au #aegnor #yearning #what in the hell is happening event

[animatorweirdo]

Arafinweans as horses

(Last one of the bunch. Hope you like it and I’m always down more for horse silmarillion)

Requested by @a-contemplation-upon-flowers​

Warnings; none

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-You looked around for a job. Your old job didn’t make the cut, and you couldn't balance your life and hobbies around it. 

-Your parents then contacted one of their friends, who offered a job at a stable, which made you excited.

-You loved horses, so you accepted the offer. 

-Your parents helped you to move to a cheap place, then took you to the stable. 

-The stable was beautiful, and you were in awe as you marveled at the horses in their large dens and grounds where they ran free without a care. 

-The stable of Lothlorien.

-You’re welcomed by the stable owner, Irmo, who was enthusiastic to show you around and what you’re going to do as your job. 

-Your job was to care for a batch of horses since their owners were on vacation. Or too busy to stop by the stable. 

-You didn’t think much of it and took it as an acceptable challenge. 

-When Irmo took you to see the horses, that’s when you swooned. 

-There were five beautiful white horses with manes like gold. 

-You have never seen anything like them before, and it felt like a fever dream you once had as a child. 

-Irmo introduced them as Finrod, Orodreth, Aegnor, Angrod, and the only mare, Galadriel. 

-They were all siblings and foals to the infamous dressage horses, Finarfin and Earwen. 

-You found that surprising since you remember Finarfin was related to the infamous racehorses Feanor and Fingolfin, and he was a dressage horse. You thought all horses from that family tree were race horses. 

-Irmo helped you to learn your daily task, and you settled for your new job. 

-You felt ready and thought it wasn’t going to be too difficult. 

-Oh, how wrong you were because you didn’t think with four horses and four different personalities, and it was a wild roller coaster. 

Finrod 

-He was a beautiful white horse with a mane that shone gold with sunlight.

-He was the oldest of the bunch and the tallest. 

-He had a friendly personality and was very sweet to you when you two first met.

-You pretty much fell in love with him and his sweet nature. 

-You were quite small compared to him, and you felt nervous the first time you took him out of the stall by yourself. 

-However, he managed to control his excitement when he sensed you were nervous and nicely walked behind like an oversized puppy. 

-Cleaning and washing him was troublesome since he was very tall, but you managed to make it work by standing on a tool, and Finrod stayed put.

-Finrod was a dressage horse, like his father, and was considered one of the fairest stallions in the world. 

-When you first got on his back. You were nervous because you sat so high from the ground. 

-Finrod being a gentle giant, stood calm when he sensed your fright. He went peacefully, so you got used to him quickly. 

-And you loved the experience.

-Finrod is quite playful when you let him free into his den. He would have a horse version of zoomies, jump around and roll around on the ground. 

-You thought you would have to wash him after those sessions, but surprisingly he remained clean and good-looking. 

-His coat was merely covered in dust, and after a few pats, he was clean as new. It was like there was not a force in the world that would allow him to get dirty.

-Finrod is helpful when you care for his siblings. He was a gentle giant, but when he saw his siblings giving you trouble, he would loudly neigh, and his siblings would behave around you. 

-You make sure to reward him with treats whenever he does that. 

-Finrod was a well-behaved horse and barely did anything to give you a headache, but even with the brightest come downsides. 

-He has a terrible habit of trying to make friends with every living creature he sees. 

-He gets along with every horse in the stable but sometimes tries to befriend mean farm animals from the neighbor and wild animals from a nearby forest. 

-He once got kidnapped by a bunch of burglars. It was easy because he was friendly with them and willingly went along into the trailer. 

-His kidnapping caused a lot of panic, but the stallion came back trotting the other day excitedly as if nothing happened. 

-He traveled a lot with his owner, so he knew how to come back.

-He would feel guilty and stand in the shame corner for the longest time when he gets scolded. 

-Most likely did nothing serious, so you gave him pats and treats, and he was all good. 

-You enjoy spending time with him and sometimes run along with him in the dens, then sometimes you just chill on the grass, enjoying the sun. 

+100/10 horse. He is a sweetheart, friendly, and the least troublesome stallion. You enjoy being with him and he makes your days a lot brighter like his golden mane. 

Orodreth 

-Orodreth was another white horse, but his mane shone more with silver than gold. 

-He was a bit timid when you first met, but he slowly warmed up to you when you two spent time, and you showed him patience. 

-He was another sweetheart, but because of his shy nature, he can get easily distracted and get scared even by the tiniest noises. 

-You have more than twice fallen from his back. The experience was unpleasant, and you can never predict when he jumps by another sound.

-He would feel guilty when you fall from his back and wait beside you till you get up. 

-He doesn’t mean anything foul, and you could not hate him for it. The world is a scary place. 

-He hates baths because he didn't like when the water gets less warm, and he has to wait a while till his coat dries up. 

-He would whine and then shake himself up, getting you wet. 

-Orodreth was a jumper and a good one of that. He would hyper-fixate and focus on jumping with precision and grace.

-He was easy to ride since he was a bit smaller than Finrod, but he does send you flying higher than his older brother because he got startled by even the tiniest noise. 

-You know he does not mean any foul about it, but you kinda wish he would be a bit braver when listening to the cricketing sounds of a grasshopper. 

-His hate for his bath has caused him to be disgusted with touching any muddy, and he gets more clumsy too. 

-One time, you both were trying to get across a muddy puddle. Orodreth tried to avoid touching it with his hooves, but then he slipped, and you both fell. 

-You broke your knee thanks to his weight. 

-Orodreth felt really bad about it since you couldn't come to the stable for the longest time, but after you recovered, you made sure to visit him and give him pats, assuring him he was forgiven. 

-Some people don't like mud. 

9/10 He’s a sweetheart and doesn’t cause too much trouble. However, you receive more bruises when falling from his back thanks to his timid nature and dislike of mud and water. 

Aegnor

-Aegnor was another majestic white horse, his mane was also gold like Finrods, but he had a bit of golden color in his white coat.

-He was a friendly stallion but sometimes gave you the attitude.

-He likes to appear high and mighty but luckily did not decide to make your life difficult. 

-He was easy to clean, and most of the time, he spent his time with Angrod in the dens. 

-Aegnor was a racehorse like his father, and you experienced that firsthand when you took him for a ride with Angrod’s rider. 

-It was scary but awesome. 

-He was an arrogant prick sometimes, but then you discovered there was romance going on with him and a mare. 

-Aegnor had a growing crush on a dark bay-colored mare named Andreth, who resided on the opposite side of the stable. 

-You almost did not recognize him because around Andreth. He turned into a hopeless romantic. 

-But you enjoyed watching the drama and how nervous he gets around her. 

-But it was also painful to watch, so you decided to be a wingman for a horse. 

-You agreed on the date with Andreth’s owner, who agreed enthusiastically, and you both brought the horses into the same den. 

-Aegnor was clueless till you told him you arranged a date for him and freed him into the den with Anreth. 

-The confrontation went better than expected, and Aegnor had completely; shut down. 

-You enjoyed watching the prideful stallion become a shy mess and almost flee, but they hung around, and all was good. 

-He tripped on his foot and fell into the mud, causing mud to decorate his golden coat, and you and Andreth’s owner laughed. 

-You have never seen a horse so embarrassed. 

-Let’s just say, Aegnor was not happy with you at the end of the day.

-He gave you “I hate you,” looks and was constantly whisking his tail into your face and messing things up to make it harder for you. 

-You did not even mind because it was worth it, and you were sure you just got him together with his crush. So, he will thank you later. 

10/10 He’s a nice horse. Even though; he’s sometimes a prick. The bonus point was for the drama with Andreth. 

Angrod

-Angrod looked quite similar to Aegnor, except he was a bit smaller and had a bulkier figure. 

-He is a bit indifferent toward you, but you two get along, and he was not the most troublesome horse around.

-He spends most of his time with Aegnor in the den, following his brother around and peacefully eating grass. 

-Angrod's just chilling most of the time. 

-He was a cross-country jumper, and it's fun going on rides with Aegnors owner through the forest and race. 

-You even win most of the time. 

-Aegnor was a racehorse, but Angrod was better when being in his field. 

-Angrod loves baths. But he has a bad habit of rolling on the ground right after you wash him, so you always need to do it again. 

-You are not certain if it was on purpose or if he just has an itchy back after every bath session. 

9/10. Angrod is a nice and friendly horse. He's very chill about everything and does not cause you any trouble. You do not like washing him twice a day. 

Galadriel

-The only mare of the bunch. A beautiful white horse with a golden mane like Finrod, but there was a sense of majesty when you stood around her. 

-Your thoughts, she was going to be easy to handle since she was well-behaved and all, but to your surprise. She was the one who gave the most attitude. 

-She had that sense of superiority like Aegnor, but she had the power to make you scared and not try her patience. 

-It was successful because you treated her like royalty and avoided anything that might piss her off. 

-You work hard to maintain her mane and coat and that she did not have the wrong food before feeding her. 

-You were scared of her, but after some time, though. She was pretty friendly and sweet toward you.

-She still stands mighty and cold toward others like it was her business to hold a frightening reputation. 

-You still try to avoid annoying her because some minor inconveniences can make her moody and whisk her tail into your face. 

-You were scared to ride her once, but she was pretty calm and went peacefully to help you get comfortable with her. 

-She was another dressage horse and considered the best right after Finrod. 

-She likes to listen to music and has a picky library of choices on what she wants to hear during the riding session. 

-You like riding her when you want time to think and complain about life a little. You did not mean to make it into a habit, but Galadriel did not seem to mind. 

-She sometimes gave comforting nuzzle rubs to make you feel better.

-Galadriel was usually calm, but one time when a pretty arrogant brat was assigned to ride her for a class, the kid brought a crop and rode like a hooligan, annoying the white mare. 

-It was the first time you saw her pissed off and bucking the kid off her back. 

-The kid shed crocodile tears, and Galadriel felt no shame. She merely snorted and trotted off. 

-You made a mental note to never bring a crop when its time to ride her. 

8/10. Honestly, you are still kinda scared of Galadriel. She can be sweet and less troublesome, but her mood can change quickly, and you rather not test her patience. Also, she has a bad habit of staring which makes you feel threatened. 

#silmarillion x reader #silmarillion headcanon #finrod headcanon #orodreth headcanon #aegnor headcanon #angrod headcanon #galadriel headcanon #arafinweans headcanons #arafinweans x reader #finrod #orodreth #aegnor #angrod #galadriel #tolkien #horse au #silm fic #finrod x reader #orodreth x reader #aegnor x reader #angrod x reader #galadriel x reader

[elficially-done-with-life]

Since you seemed to like my last poll on this, I decided to do a part two with the elves I did not include last time. Hope you have fun!

#tolkien x reader #x reader #elves x reader #tolkien #lotr #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion polls #tolkien polls #poll #maedhros #orodreth #gil galad #celegorm #curufin #angrod #aegnor #argon #glorfindel #i also wanted to include Luthien but it is limited to twelve answeres

[tamurilofrivendell]

The Dragon | part 4 | Thranduil x Reader

{Part One} {Part Two} {Part Three} read on AO3

Pairing: Thranduil x Female Reader

Summary: The rest of the realm finds out about Aegnor’s existence as he simply becomes too big to hide.

Content etc: The end of the mutual pining lmao. Brief threat of violence I guess.

tags: @firelightinferno​​​, @achromaticerebus​​​, @coopsgirl​​​, @birbixo0912​​​, @desert-fern​​​​, @ancient-rime​​​, @zeldastag (not sure if any of you still wanted tagged because it’s been so long jdhjdks)

The days continued to pass, turning into weeks, and suddenly Aegnor was far too big to properly conceal in your cloak on your walks to and from Thranduil’s gardens. The juvenile dragon was now the size of a young wolf and still somehow seemed to be growing by the day. A week ago, he had been taught to walk directly behind you, under the trail of your robes, but he was very often far too restless and, frankly, mischievous to play along.

It started with a few of the King’s servants. The ones who did not know that Aegnor was in the halls. One of them saw you trip over something and was about to rush over to assist you when suddenly the dragon charged from beneath your robes and jumped into a glide down the hallway. He wasn’t being threatening, he was simply stretching his wings after feeling cooped up under your robes.

The scream was heard from three halls away and Thranduil had to fly from his study and race to the scene to put an immediate stop to any words that may have left the servant’s mouth. Thankfully, they were quick to agree to keep quiet about what they had seen here, though you could see the uneasiness in their eyes - but it was clear that they would not go against the will of the king.

Unfortunately, this was only the beginning.

The next elf to witness Aegnor was not alone. Thranduil was escorting you back to your chambers, the dragon lumbering beneath your robes in frustration. Unfortunately, the animal unintentionally huffed a little too hard, and the edges of your robe began to smoke.

Thranduil was the first to notice and, with horror in his eyes, had ripped the garment right off you, afraid it had caught fire. It was only a tiny smolder, however, but the damage was already done. The group of councilmen and advisors gathering outside of the meeting room were graced with the sight of Aegnor standing uncovered, his wings unfurling as he stretched himself out again after being confined beneath the constricting fabric.

There was a long, heavy silence.

Then all hell broke loose.

The elves were shouting and drawing weapons in record time. Then they started to advance down the corridor. You were terrified because you really couldn’t protect Aegnor against all these elves and, truthfully, in the back of your mind you were fearful that Aegnor accidentally doing that to your robes would trigger Thranduil to revert back to his angry, terrified self and let them take the dragon from you.

It was not so, however, as Thranduil was quick to step directly in front of you in the middle of the hallway. He did not blink as he stared at the group of elves and, astonishingly, unsheathed his own sword. He did not raise it, the tip remained pointed firmly at the ground, but he did not need to. The sight of the Elvenking pulling a sword in the middle of his realm before his own people was enough.

The advancing elves faltered. Their expressions were a mixture of shock, surprise, mild anger... but they would not go against their king, who stood before them in challenge, his body directly in front of you and the dragon in a show of protection.

One by one, they slowly began to lower their weapons. 

The commotion had gathered a small crowd by this point, curious elves rounding the corner to see what all the fuss had been about. Each and every one of them gasped in shock as their eyes fell upon Aegnor. He closed his wings but it did nothing to make him look less intimidating. He was all teeth and hard scale and a tiny wisp of smoke still trailed upwards from the robe Thranduil had discarded upon the stone floor.

The silence was broken only by horrified murmurs from the onlookers.

Eventually, Thranduil sheathed his sword. He stood for a moment longer, his eyes roving from one elf to the next, before he glanced over his shoulder and looked at Aegnor, then you.

“Throne room.” He announced loudly, turning to face the crowd once more. “All of you. Now.”

Then he strode off down the corridor and the elves all fled before him, rushing towards the throne room as it was clear the King was about to give an address. A bell began to ring from a few halls away, calling all those from different areas of the halls to the throne room, to hear an announcement from the king.

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The throne room was eerily silent now. Five minutes ago it had been echoing with loud, argumentative voices, all shouting at once about the dangers of this creature being in their halls, the unpredictable nature of dragons, the danger of them, outraged at the fact this secret was being kept under their very noses. The voices had become so loud that it was soon nothing but an incomprehensible babble.

Then the Elvenking had silenced all with a roar. Not another word had dared to pass the lips of any other in the time since and the only real noise was the anxious shuffle of feet or robes as elves shifted their position upon the floor.

All eyes were locked upon the king, who was sitting very still up on his throne, staring steadily ahead as if oblivious to the presence of anyone else.  

“Do you not think-” His voice came then, smooth as honey and dangerously quiet. “-that I would be the first to wish for my halls to be rid of such a danger - if such a danger indeed existed?”

“My lord-” The voice of one of Thranduil’s closest advisors interjected. “It is a dragon.”

“Yes. I do think I know what a dragon is.” He said simply, his mind filling with the memory of wide jaws and red flame.

The advisor blinked at him before continuing. “Forgive me, but are you certain that you are not...” There was a pause, as if the man was trying to decide upon the correct way to word whatever left his mouth next. “...clouded?”

The corner of Thranduil’s left eye twitched. Most did not notice. Those who did, shifted uneasily. “Clouded?” He repeated, his voice deceptively soft. “Explain.”

“I just mean..." Here, the advisor trailed off and went silent. He could not come up with a tactful way to say what he wished to say, and did not want to incite the Elvenking’s wrath. He could already see it beginning to simmer away beneath the surface and had no desire to stoke that fire.

In the silence, Thranduil continued to gaze steadily upon the advisor, unblinking, his face blank. He knew exactly what the advisor wished to say. That his mind was clouded by his... friendship with you. That he had allowed you to get under his skin and make him lose sense. Thranduil stared at him for a while longer, listening to the uncomfortable shuffling of feet in the room around him. 

Thranduil stared until the advisor lowered his gaze and then he finally blinked and looked away, addressing the room entire. “I am well aware of what you are all thinking. That this creature poses a danger to all of you, to us, to the safety of these halls.” His gaze swept the room, landing on the face of every single elf in attendance. “The question I have is would I ever put you at such risk? Have you all so little faith in me?”

The question took everybody by surprise and many looked away in shame. There were murmurs and shakes of heads because the answer of course was no. The thought was terrible to even consider. They had such great faith in the Elvenking. They trusted him implicitly. He would never place them in certain danger that way, especially not within these walls, they did realise such a thing...

...but it was still a dragon.

The murmuring began once more, climbing to a crescendo as his people began to argue back and forth, uneasy and frightened. Some talked about ridding the halls of the animal, some talked about ridding the world of it, others were now a little more on the king’s side and tried to defend his word - yet still Thranduil could see they were not fully convinced.

“An abomination! It will burn these halls down, you mark my words!”

“The king would not put us in danger, do you not see?”

“Are you so blind? We are all going to die and it is all the fault of that stupid girl!”

Thranduil stood up suddenly and the room went quiet once more. 

“Two weeks.” He said simply, descending the steps of his throne, biting his tongue to stop himself from lashing out too directly. “Two more weeks and the beast will be gone. I assure you. But nobody, and I mean nobody, is to take this matter into their own hands.” He paused at the bottom of the throne, his eyes flickering from one elf to the next, focusing on those perhaps most prone to causing trouble or those he had heard voicing through the chatter their wish for the animal destroyed. A dragon in the halls was a dangerous thing but because the creature was still fairly young, he could see how easy it would be for someone especially terrified to try and rid the realm of the beast while it was still little enough. Had he not attempted to do the same? “If I hear so much as a whisper... I will treat it as treason and there will be consequences. Do I make myself clear?”

A beat of silence passed before nods and soft murmurs of agreement were returned to the Elvenking. Thranduil stood a moment longer and then he turned and strode from the room.

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“They want him dead.” You sighed heavily, frowning as you looked down at Aegnor, who had fallen a short distance away in the grass as you sat in Thranduil’s gardens.

Thranduil walked over to where you sat, having gone inside briefly to get himself some more wine as this entire thing was giving him quite the headache. He sat down beside you and shook his head. “And for good reason.”

You lifted your head so sharply that he thought you could have given yourself whiplash. Thranduil was quick to hold his hand up before you could say a word, realising that his words had come out harsher than he had intended them to in his stress. “In their eyes, I mean.” He sighed, sipping his wine. “Little one... it is natural to fear dragons.”

You looked down at your hands with a frown. “But...”

“You cannot convince an entire realm as you have convinced me.” He stated. Even then, he thought about how difficult that had been, how many times he had almost given in to the fear and done something he could never take back.

A silence followed.

Thranduil watched you closely, tracking the sorrow as it travelled from your tear-filled eyes down to your pursed lips. He bit down softly on his lower lip and turned his head away. “Still.” He continued, once more drawing your attention. “I am king. Nobody will touch him. The plan remains the same, we take him to the mountains.” He looked down at Aegnor for a moment then, deciding that he would actually miss his presence. “He is growing too unhappy here.”

It was the sad truth of it. As much as Aegnor cared for you, and by extension Thranduil, dragons were solitary creatures and he needed much more space than he was allowed to have here in these halls. He also needed to hunt for his meals, he was not getting enough stimulation and he always seemed unhappy when he had to stop flying and go back inside to hide in your chamber.

You blinked and a tear trailed down your cheek. Before you could lift your hand to wipe it away, Thranduil’s finger was on your face. You slowly lifted your chin to look at him as he wiped away the tear, your eyes locking for a moment. Your thoughts flickered back to the way he had kissed you, when you had tended his burn scars. Despite how at odds you had both been, you still could not believe that he had actually done it... yet you still chalked it up to some sort of moment of madness and so you started to turn your head away before you could get too lost in the moment.

Thranduil had started to wonder more and more, especially after that day in the gardens weeks ago when he was certain he had seen something in your eyes, as if you had been feeling the electricity in the air just as he had... and as you turned your head, his hand stopped you, gently tilting your face back round again. Your eyes met once more and then, throwing caution completely to the wind, he leaned in and kissed you.

Your eyes went wide and for a moment you almost couldn’t react again. For that moment, Thranduil felt the same uncertainty and grief he had when he had kissed you that first time in his chamber. Just as he was about to pull away, your arms moved around his neck and you kissed him back.

He could scarcely believe it!

The world disappeared for a moment as you returned his kiss and Thranduil dropped a hand to your waist, gently pulling you in towards him.

Your own mind was spinning. You’d thought the possibility of this was long gone. After he had kissed you in his chamber and you had not reciprocated out of mere shock, you’d thought you’d ruined any chance completely. You also thought, despite his change of attitude, that the betrayal of concealing Aegnor from him at all would have cut too deeply and that there would always be a part of Thranduil that might never forgive you.

A sound similar to a harsh squawk broke the silence suddenly and a weight dropped down onto the top of Thranduil’s head and down his back. His eyes shot open and he broke the kiss with a grunt, tilting his head back just slightly but tiny little claws simply dug into his scalp and a tail wrapped beneath his armpit, curling around towards his chest.

“Ah...” He gritted his teeth, shaking his head as he looked back at you. The dragon was simply too big for this now but the animal did not seem to register it. “I think I preferred it when he did not like me....” Thranduil muttered, met by your amused laughter as you sat up onto your knees and reached out to coax Aegnor down off his head.

The dragon jumped off him and into the air again, landing very politely by your side and sitting nicely as he waited for you to pet him. 

Thranduil eyed the dragon, unamused by the difference in treatment the two of you received. In contrast you were completely amused and could only chuckle again as you saw the look on his face. Aegnor crowed, the sound turning softer and the dragon’s eyes half closing as you reached a hand out to touch him.

Thranduil rolled his eyes and shook his head, sliding an arm around your shoulders and drawing you into his side as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His heart was still racing after the kiss but there was no urgency in either of you to dissect it.

The three of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. Thranduil leaned back against a tree with you tucked under his arm and sipped his wine while you brushed your fingers over Aegnor’s scales. You too were slightly reeling from the kiss, your cheeks flushed and your stomach in knots, yet your thoughts were not all pleasant as you thought about the events of today and how, in only a couple more weeks, you would have to say goodbye to this beautiful creature.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #thranduil fanfic #thranduil fanfiction #the hobbit fanfic #lotr fanfic #reader insert

[felagund-the-valiant]

All I Want Is You - Fingon x gn!reader

There’s only one thing Findekáno wants for his Begetting Day – to finally start courting the love of his life.

Words: 1.1k

Tags: best friends to lovers, first kiss

A/N: sooo, this is the first proper one shot i've ever written for fandom stuff. i hope it doesn't suck.

Aikanáro - Aegnor, Angaráto - Angrod, Fëanáro - Fëanor, Findekáno - Fingon, Maitimo - Maedhros, Turukáno - Turgon

Findekáno noticed you the moment you came through the door and made a beeline towards you. “(Y/N)!” He exclaimed in his usual cheerful manner and pulled you in for a hug that seemed to linger just a second too long, not that you minded. You discreetly breathed in his scent and felt your stomach flutter. “Happy Begetting Day!” You said with a bright smile when he let go of you and handed over your present to him. He gratefully accepted it and went to put it with the other presents he had received. Even though you shouldn’t be, you were astounded at the volume. He was a prince, after all, and you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit self-conscious, hoping your gift wouldn't appear too simple next to the others. You pushed the thought aside and followed him to the opulent buffet to grab something to drink and a bite to eat.

You observed him carefully as you followed behind him. His hair was adorned with his signature golden hairbands that matched the artfully crafted jewellery he wore as well as the intricate embroidery on his royal blue robes. He looked stunning as always and you could only hope your own appearance was a suitable match.

After the two of you had filled your plates, you settled down at an empty table and you happily listened to him chatter away about all the planning that had gone into the celebration as well as the latest royal family drama. Apparently Maitimo – his oldest cousin – had managed to convince his uncle Fëanáro to attend and so far, he had only gotten into minor squabbles with Findekáno’s father. One would see what the rest of the evening would bring. After the recounts of drama were finished, he went over to presenting his newest jokes to you. He loved making you laugh. You were oblivious to the fact that he had practised all of his jokes on Turukáno beforehand, making sure they were actually funny, and he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of you. Although he sometimes wondered if his brother was the right choice for this as he wasn’t exactly known for his sense of humour.

When the conversation came to a natural lull he glanced over at the minstrels and the other guests dancing to their harmonious music. He rose from his chair with determination. “Would you care for a dance, my lady?” He asked with a dramatic bow and extended his right hand to you with a mischievous spark in his eyes. “You know I can’t dance, Findekáno.” You grumbled. You had been over this countless times, he seemed to ask you to dance every time there was a chance and you tried to not read into it, even though you desperately wanted to. It’s not that you disliked dancing with him – quite the opposite, you cherished every moment you got to be this close to him – you just hated making a fool of yourself in front of him. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll show you. Also, it’s my Begetting Day, meaning you legally can’t deny my wishes.” He gave you his best puppy eyes and broke into a triumphant grin when you let out a resigned sigh. “Fine, but don’t be upset when I eventually trample your feet.”

To your credit, the dance went considerably better than you had thought – you only stepped on his feet two times and both times he laughed it off, assuring you it hadn’t hurt at all, though you suspected that was a lie. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” He said out of nowhere and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind your ear. You felt your insides melt a little at the contact. “This colour really suits you.” He continued and gave you an earnest smile. “Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself.” You replied a little bashfully. Friends give each other compliments, you reminded yourself, there’s nothing more to it. Right? He stopped his movements after a while and threw a look at a set of doors that led out to an empty balcony. “I could use some fresh air.” He declared. “Care to join me?” You nodded and he led you out to the cool evening air.

Findekáno leaned against the railing and you followed his example. “Thank you for coming today.” He said. “Of course. You’re my best friend, how couldn’t I?” There was a short pause. “Have you … ever thought about us being more than just friends?” He asked with bated breath. You blinked rapidly at him, not sure if you had heard him correctly. “What do you mean? Like … courting?” He nodded, eyes filled with hope and nervousness at the same time. You felt an aggressive blush creeping up your cheeks and averted your eyes. “Maybe.” You said barely audible. “What about you?” “I have. A lot.” He replied and reached for one of your hands. “(Y/N), I’m in love with you.” He finally confessed. “I have been for a long time, but I was scared that if I told you, it might ruin our friendship.” He took a deep breath before he continued. “But I’m tired of hiding my feelings and it’s okay if-“ “I love you, too.” You blurted out and covered your mouth in surprise. “You do?” He asked and you nodded your head vigorously. His face lit up brighter than both Laurelin and Telperion together and he let out a laugh that almost sounded giddy. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.” He exclaimed and pulled you into his arms, squeezing you tightly before loosening his grip a little. You looked up at him and found your gaze wandering between his eyes and his lips. Findekáno smirked knowingly. “Is there something on your mind?” He asked in a teasing tone. You bit your lower lip slightly. “Can I kiss you?” You asked while subconsciously gripping the front of his robes. “You most certainly can, melda.” He replied and leaned down to which you rose to the tips of your toes to meet him halfway.

All your fantasies paled in comparison to the real kiss you were sharing, and you wished it would never end. When your lips parted you reached up to caress his right cheek and he lightly leaned into the touch. “I love you.” You repeated in a whisper. “I love you, too.” He whispered back and in that moment nothing else mattered.

If either of you noticed your other two best friends, Angaráto and Aikanáro, lurking outside the doors and triumphantly exchanging money, you didn’t comment on it.

#tolkien #jrrt #silmarillion #fingon #findekáno #reader insert #fingon x reader

[the-bitterest-breakups-poll]

Bracket!

Its done! 64 competitors on this.

its so small I will put the mashups under the cut, but know that the first 8 polls, Round 1 A will release on Sunday, August 20th, 3pm EST, and will last 1 week.

If anyone has ANY specific photos they want me to use for anyone here, please send them to me. (Also if you see anyone on this list you like, feel free to send n more propaganda for them because I may put it in their poll and some people here don't have any lol)

Round 1 A

Edgar and Fay from Dolls of New Albion vs Obi Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker from star wars

Catra and Adora from She ra vs The doctor and the Master from Doctor who

Jekyll and Lanyon from The glass scientist vs Chell and Wheatley from Portal

Colm Doherty and Pádraic Súilleabháin from Banshees of Inisherin vs Chalres Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr from x -men

Jesus and Judas from Jesus Christ Superstar vs Rogue and Gambit from x- men

Grace and Simon from Infinity train vs kim Wexler and Jimmy from Better call Saul

Evellyn, Luel, and Sahar from Luna Story picross/coloring book apps vs Andreth and Aegnor from Silmarillion!

Anna and Hans from Frozen vs Kirk and SPock from Star trek

Round 1b

Ruth and Debbie from GLOW vs Agent Curt and Owen Carvour from Spies are forever

aziraphale & crowley from good omens vs Nastya and Aurora from Mechanism

John Doe and Arthur Lester from Malevolent vs Kotetsu and Barnaby from tiger and Bunny

Fitz and the fool from Realm of the Elderlings vs HeathCliff and cathy from Wuthering Heights

Akeelah and Dr.Larabee from akeelah and the bee vs Arthur and Guinevere from Arthurianna.

Peery the platypus and Dr. Heniz Doofenshmirtiz from phineas and Ferb vs Skull and vintage from Spatoon

Hil and Tavek from Girl Genius vs Vrisrezi from Homestuck

Harry Du bois and Dora Ingerlund from Disco Elysium vs Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao-Long from RWBY

Round 1c

Jackieshannua from Yellow Jackets vs Addek from Greys Anatomy

Eddie and Shannon from 9-1-1 vs Mercymorn the First/Augustine the First/Emperor John Gaius from The locked tomb seris

Junpei and Skane from Zero escape vs Lea & Isa / Axel & Saïx from Kingdom hearts

Scooge MC'Duck and Goldie I'Gill Ducktails (2017) vsCavendish and Dakota from Milo Murphy's law

Rebecca Bunch and Josh Chen from Crazy ex-girlfriend vs Sophia and fitz from keeper of lost cities

Cherry and Adam from sk8 vs Dazi Osamu and Nakahara chuuya from Bungo Stray dog

 Shen Qingqiu & Yue Qingyuan from Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System vs Igor Grom and Sergey razumovski from Major Grom: Plague Doctor 

Jack harness and John Hart from Torchwood vs Yuma Tsukumo and Vector/Rei Shingetru from Yu-Gi-Oh! Zexal

Round 1d

Powl and Mesothulas (trantulas) from transformers vs Jason Mcconnel and Peter simmonds from Bare: A pop Opera

Cappie and Even from Greek (2007) vs Junnana from Revue Starlight

The band Amatelast from Show By Rock! vs Mac Macdonald and Dennis Reynolds from Its always sunny in Philadelphia

Mulder and scully from x-files vsRosho and Sasara from Hypnosis Microphone!

Yoo Junghyuk and Anna Croft from omniscient reader vs Archie and maxie from Pokemon

sherlock and Watson from Blackeyed Theatre's Valley of Fear vs Anna, Sasha, and Marcy from Amphibia

The two boys from Bokura from Bokura vs Rom and Tammy from Parks and recs

#poll tournament #tournament poll #fandom poll

[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. 

#caranthir #Caranthir smut #Caranthir imagine #caranthir x reader #x reader #reader insert #reader insert request #sons of fëanor #morifinwe #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #the silm #the silm imagine #the silm smut

[al9ayf]

ᥫ᭡ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫 | trafalgar law x f!reader

✧ chapter 5 :: the wait

｡˚ word count: 5.0k

｡˚ tags: @punem699, @toshirolovebot

your fleet entered wano’s waters mere hours after the sun rose. its harsh seas and storms were now in full effect, and you took shelter inside your cabin until further notice. eira was with you, getting you dressed and ready for the day that was about to come. you sat at your vanity, deciding which jewelry you wanted to wear. a must-have was your wedding ring that always sat on your right ring finger now. it was an emerald-cut diamond wedding band. it’s the only one of its kind from the mines of a country that no longer exists in the north blue. it was beautiful, yes, but it wasn’t the reason why you always wore it. the sole reason was that you truly loved your husband and still to this day miss him. it was an everyday reminder that he was still there with you on your finger—right ring finger.

after eira finished with your hair and added an accessory to it, you finally decided on which jewels you wanted to wear that matched your outfit today. you got up from the chair and headed out of the room to make your way down the hall. eddard was speaking to one of the soldiers, but when he saw you coming his way, he immediately stopped and bowed.

“my queen,” he said, smiling. you smiled back and told him to walk with you. you headed to the meeting room on the opposite end of the ship to discuss a few things about wano again.

“any news on aegnor?” you asked about your younger brother as if he was still a kid, but he was only one year younger than you. he had a dragon, a wife, and three children, all at the age of twenty. sometimes you felt bad about making him marry young, but when you realized you couldn’t have any children, you couldn’t risk your bloodline ending.

“the prince is carrying your duties well, it seems,” he said.

you hummed, pleased with his answer. “and what is the weather like up there?”

“bad, as usual. we should arrive at the cave soon. by then, we should all be prepared and ready to go,” he said, opening up the door for you.

“good.”

you stepped inside and headed over to the table with a big map on top of it. you loomed over it and scanned the country of wano and its territories. eddard cleared his throat and sat on the chair next to yours. “this week, we should have a clearer plan on when we will attack kaidou,” he said. “but for now, we should focus on what we will do after we take his throne. i have a few suggestions.”

you continued to let him speak while you laid back in the comfortable chair. “assuming that not many enemies stand in our way, we should first ensure the safety of the people in the country. they will need clean water and food once we take over since most of their people are poor and live in harsh conditions,” eddard said.

“i agree. but we should also focus on taking down anything that has to do with kaidou,” you said, zoning out as you looked at the map. “this is a new beginning for the people of wano. anything remaining of his horrible reign should be taken down so they can start anew without being afraid.”

“i’ll write that down.” he got up from the chair and grabbed a pen and paper. you tapped your finger on the arm of the chair and blinked a few times to stop yourself from zoning out too much.

“when they see who came to save them, the people will want to fight for me,” you said. “and whatever enemies we have left, we should give them the choice of death or bending the knee.” eddard nodded and continued to write down everything you said.

as he wrote down all of your ideas, three knocks came at the door. lexer came in with law behind him. you felt your stomach turn at the look of him, and your cheeks became warm. “trafalgar wanted to talk with you, my queen,” he said. you looked at eddard, and he excused himself before leaving the room. lexer stood at the door, and you allowed him to speak.

“we will arrive in wano sooner than we expected—around a few minutes before we reach the cave,” he said. you thanked him, and he left. law walked around the table, looking at all the various plans and notes that were written down on different pieces of paper. you stood up from your chair and walked up to him, smiling as you fiddled with your wedding band.

law picked up the piece of paper eddard was writing on and started to read it. you held your hands. “you wanted to speak with me?” you asked, waiting for him to talk. you were hoping that he actually didn’t have anything important to say and that he just wanted to be with you. but your hope ended when he took a seat and placed the piece of paper in front of him.

“i came to talk to you about kaidou,” he said. “since you have the upper hand here, try to find out about his schedule and his people. we need to know what he does so it can be easier for us.” he looked at you with those commanding eyes. “but be wary.”

you came up behind him and placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning your face down to his. “i always am,” you said, sneaking a kiss. “you’ll be surprised as to how many people i’ve fooled in these types of situations.” you sat down in the chair next to him as he picked up the piece of paper again.

“what if they don’t bend the knee?” law asked as he read it again. you raised an eyebrow, but when he showed you what he was reading, you saw that eddard hadn’t finished writing what you were saying. you grabbed the paper from him and placed it somewhere else.

“they burn,” you said casually.

“and you don’t have any second thoughts about killing people?”

“what second thoughts would i be having?” you leaned in close to him. “i’m giving them a choice—my enemies will have a choice. they would never have given me one if i was in their shoes…”

you stood up from the chair. “do you have a problem with that?” your voice was serious, not playful. you were getting upset, law could tell, and he didn’t want you to get mad at him now. he looked away from your eyes and went to go grab your hand. his thumb went over your wedding ring, its diamond so pure and clear that it sparkled under the nearby light.

“no,” he said, looking back up at you. “i would be a hypocrite if i did.”

he watched your expression go soft, and you seemed to give him a look of approval. even though the both of you were closer now, you were still in a way higher position than him. you were still a queen, and he was still a pirate. there was never going to be an equal ground between the two of you.

when the boat suddenly rocked and came to a stop, you let go of law’s hand and sighed. “we’ve arrived.”

you left the meeting room fast and headed up to the deck. another one of your advisors was waiting at the top of the steps, and you grabbed onto his hand as he led you toward the end of the deck where eddard was standing with a den den mushi in his hand. you were in the cave already, but the crane was coming down slowly above you.

you picked up the call. “y/n! it’s been too long since you last visited!” kaidou’s voice echoed from the speaker. “last i saw you, your niece had just been born.”

“four years ago now, was it?” you asked. “i suppose it’s been a while. i would’ve visited more often, but after the war, i’ve just been focusing more on my kingdoms and countries. but i am here now, at least.”

“yes… i saw your dragons before i even saw you. they are such interesting beasts.”

“very…” you wanted to protect them from him, but you knew that they would soon be in a clash.

you chatted with kaidou for a bit before ultimately ending the call since you would be on the surface in a few minutes. law came out onto the deck with eira following behind him. the two made their way over to you.

“you must get ready. what are you doing out here?” you asked law as eira helped you slip on a pair of gloves. you fixed them yourself and made sure they were comfortable.

“how will we stay in contact once we get there?” he asked. “den den mushi’s won’t be—“

you cut him off. “wano has a system called smail’s. my soldiers will get you and the rest situated with them, and the plan will continue as normal from here on out. now get ready; you can’t mess this up now.”

you walked past him, but he suddenly grabbed your arm. you looked at him almost in shock but then softened your gaze. “yes?” you asked, moving his hand away. you gave him that infamous smile of yours.

he gripped his sword a little tighter. “there’s something you should know,” he said. “i trust that you can make good decisions, but taking wano’s throne isn’t one of them.”

you looked at him, all confused. “you’re not talking about that little kid, are you?”

“that country was devoted to his family. it will be difficult trying to get them to bend the knee to you and not to him.”

“why do you care so much?” you took a step closer to him, leaning your face towards his. “do you believe that child knows how to rule?”

you cupped his cheek. “he is only eight. who else knows how to rule better than me? that country needs me. that child needs me.” your voice was low. “don’t you agree?”

law grabbed your hand and moved it away. “i do agree,” he said, keeping a hold on it. “you conquered most of the new world, i wouldn’t be surprised if you usurped somebody from their throne.”

he let go of your hand and started to walk away from you. you glared at his back but then followed him. he wasn’t going to have the last word. the two of you went below deck where nobody was around, and you ran up to him and grabbed his shoulder.

“why do you care?” you snapped, stopping him in his tracks. “you’re acting like you care about the people! like you care about that child! you’re a pirate, and you only care for one thing—“

law turned around. “you’re right,” he said, cutting you off. “i don’t care about what these people go through. i’m only there for kaidou, and that’s it, but taking away somebody’s birthright just because you save their country doesn’t sit right with me.”

he leaned against the wall. “you’ve seen it with your brother and sister. do you want this to happen again but with an eight-year-old boy?” law asked.

you inhaled sharply and shook your head. you hated how right he was, but you needed that country more than ever. you didn’t want to fight with him. you looked away from him, sighing.

“i have no right to counsel you, but you will cause a civil war if you take the throne,” law said. “don’t do it.”

you took a few seconds to think to yourself. you didn’t know whether to be mad or take his advice. finally, you looked back up at him. “if this were coming from any other person, i would have ignored them,” you said. “… maybe you are right, law.” you smiled at him and then left, leaving him alone. yes, you were angry, but you didn’t want to create conflict with him. after all, it was only going to create more problems that weren’t needed. for now, you would have to keep those plans aside.

once your ship reached the country, you saw kaidou standing with his crew members and soldiers. you stopped yourself from showing a look of anger as you left your ship. you walked right up to kaidou with your people behind you. he greeted you before the both of you headed off towards his ship to get to onigashima, where he resided. once everybody got on the ship, you and kaidou finally had a chance to talk.

“i saw that straw hat luffy and trafalgar law took back dressrosa,” he said. you felt the wind blow through your hair, and you didn’t dare turn to face away from it. it was a comforting feeling.

“yes…” you said. “i met them after news broke out that they defeated doflamingo.”

“you were with them, yet you didn’t do anything?”

“your alliance with doflamingo was none of my business. besides, i had just gotten dressrosa back after ten years, i wasn’t going to give up that opportunity.”

kaidou got angry and smacked his hand down on the rail of the ship. you didn’t react. you didn’t want to show him that you were scared of anything. you only turned your head and looked directly into his eyes. “the smile factories are done for because of them. and you had an opportunity to kill the both of them—“

“i am your ally, not doflamingo’s,” you snapped. “because he got defeated doesn’t mean that i am on the same side as those two idiots. i’m only allied with emperors of the sea, not warlords.” he gave you an even angrier look. he really was a beast. but you glared back even harder.

kaidou suddenly let out a good laugh and turned to look back out at the sea. you felt a sense of relief wash over you. he could be intimidating most of the time, if not all the time.

“this is why we are such good friends!” he exclaimed. “i love a woman who doesn’t feed into any bullshit!” kaidou let out another deep laugh and turned to look at you.

“how about we celebrate with some wine?”

when you arrived at the island of onigashima, you were immediately directed to your state of residence. it was by an open field, big enough for your dragons to sleep and relax. you enjoyed the thought of having them close to you because you felt more protected that way. before you parted ways with kaidou, he informed you that the first meeting about the reverie would be held tonight and that you could explore the mainland if you wanted to. you thanked him, and he walked away with the rest of his crew. once you headed inside the home, you couldn’t help but laugh a little. kaidou had so much trust in you, and it was kind of amusing because you never noticed it before.

your people started to unpack everything and make the place more homely. you and eddard walked around looking at the place, making sure there were no listening devices, just in case. nobody found anything, so you finally sat down in a chair to relax. eira stood next to you, but you told her to sit on the chair beside you instead. you played with your wedding ring as you started thinking about the plans of taking this country. so many opportunities and so many ideas your head hurts just thinking about them.

you sighed and held your head in your hand. this was going to take a while.

—

one week passed. you didn’t leave onigashima since you were so busy, and after the news broke out that luffy became an emperor of the sea, kaidou was on edge most of the time and took to drinking. you automatically became luffy’s ally but made sure to assure kaidou that he wouldn’t stay as one for long. of course, you thought otherwise secretly, but if it was just to keep the alliance between the two of you for now, then so be it. as well as luffy becoming an emperor, you spent most of your time updating the straw hats and law with what was going on with kaidou but mostly kept some information to yourself so you could tell them in person. you didn’t want to draw too much attention to yourself, so you finally decided to leave for oden castle today, where they were staying.

you changed from your regular clothes to something that fit more of the country’s style and even had a dragon-inspired mask made for you so you could hide your identity. you left on drago and kept the other two behind. you didn’t want them following you since it would draw too much attention. you missed the feeling of riding your dragons. it’s been so long that you almost forgot the feeling of how good it felt. as oden castle approached, you felt a sense of unease. you felt uncomfortable. but you pushed it aside since you had matters to attend to.

drago landed by the castle where everybody was already inside, and right as he took off to quickly leave, law came out from around the corner to see you walking towards him as your dragon left. you took your mask off to reveal your face and then placed it by your side. he looked good—he looked really fucking good. you felt your heart beat faster and your cheeks becoming warm. you speed-walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders, bringing him down to your height.

you kissed him gently and fast. “i missed you,” you said after pulling away. law only hummed at your answer, which you barely even noticed since you moved away from him to look around.

“where’s the rest?” you asked, looking back at him. he turned to look back at the castle, his body brushing up against yours.

“waiting for you inside,” he said, looking back at you.

“what, they won’t even come outside to greet me?” you felt a bit disrespected. if it weren’t for you, they would’ve had a harder time getting on the island.

“they’ll be out here any second.” you only rolled your eyes and sighed. you didn’t want to enter the castle for fear of it collapsing on top of you. besides that point, you didn’t want to stay for long anyway. it was too risky to be out here with them, let alone in an area with a massive population nearby.

the remaining people of the alliance came out of the castle, with luffy being happy to see you again. with drago occasionally flying around, you explained to the group the information you gathered from this week alone. “now that straw hat is an emperor, he is set on killing the both of you now,” you said, looking at luffy and law. “especially now that he knows you’re here in wano…”

“does he suspect you at all?” nami asked.

“no, not one bit,” you said. “but to stay on the upper hand here, i have to plan with kaidou about taking you down. my advisors and i are trying our best to give him bad solutions.”

“what’re they planning?” sanji asked, concerned and angry.

“there are no solid plans yet, but for now, just try to lay low so they don’t know all of you are here. i’ll take care of it, so just stick to your part of the plan.”

“if kaidou is planning on getting us first, then we better hope it isn’t before the fire festival.”

“don’t worry, i’ll make sure of it.”

they all thanked you before going off their separate directions. you and law walked a few ways away from everybody else until you were out of their sight but still in earshot of their conversations.

“thank you for giving us more time,” said law. “but you didn’t have to come here to say all of this. the smails are here for a reason.” you looked at him, unsure of what he meant. it made you nervous.

you yet again held your hands and played with your wedding ring. “i wanted to see you,” you said. “did you not want me to come?”

law was a bit taken aback by your question. “no, it’s not that,” he said. “it’s too risky, especially since your dragon likes to stay close to where you are.” you leaned against him and grabbed his free hand. you stroked the back of it with your thumb.

“dragons are curious creatures; they will not be suspicious if drago hangs around one area for too long. besides, nobody knows i left. only my advisors know…” you reached your hand up to his cheek and caressed the soft skin. law held himself back this whole time. you were a risk before you even entered wano, and now that the two of you were here together, it was even more dangerous. he could get you killed. but while you stood there before him, giving him all your attention and vulnerability, he so badly wanted to have you right then and there.

you started moving closer to his lips, and as much as his brain screamed no, his body screamed yes. and right as you were about to kiss him, he moved away. law slipped his hand out of yours and leaned against the wall, shadowing his face with his hat. your face had an expression mixed with confusion and hurt, but before you could say anything, you saw lightning and heard thunder. you turned your head and saw kaidou hovering above the nearby town in his dragon form. you didn’t have time to process it before law quickly moved away from you and ran to the others. you stood there flustered and upset but knew there was something more important to deal with right now. you followed behind him and met up with the others. you couldn’t stay here any longer now that kaidou had appeared for god knows what reason.

they all stood there in shock, watching him. he was massive, a bit bigger than your dragons. you stood in front of them all and felt the wind blow in your hair. because of the storm kaidou had racked up, it felt like you were riding on your dragon. you shut your eyes and inhaled sharply. “only a dragon can kill a dragon…” you said. you turned around and looked at everybody.

“this is dangerous,” you said. “i suggest leaving the area for now.”

penguin, who was looking at kaidou through a pair of binoculars, only reassured everybody that he was too busy talking with his crew mates. you weren’t going to take any chances, so you quickly left. drago was nowhere to be seen, so you had to run out of that forestry area and down to the town yourself to find drago in an open and secluded field. you weren’t expecting kaidou to be here at all.

as you ran down the treacherous hill, you suddenly heard law and luffy behind you. you stopped running and stopped them, confused as to why they were coming this way. “he’s here already! let’s just beat him up now!” yelled luffy.

“you idiot, you’re just going to get yourself killed!” law yelled at him, smacking him across the head.

“kaidou is stronger than you think. you won’t beat him now!” you chimed in.

“i’m strong enough!” luffy exclaimed, then ran past you. he only managed to run a few feet before kaidou suddenly turned to face oden castle and breathed out a huge blast of fire. the whole mountain shook, and debris started to fall all around you. law wasted no time in grabbing you and bringing you up to him, shielding you from anything that could harm you. by the time everything stopped falling, you both realized that luffy wasn’t there anymore. you looked at law with concern all over your face. he was angry and clearly in shock.

“your crew—“

he cut you off. “my crew will be fine!” he snapped, looking down at you. “you need to get out of here, now.”

“you must leave as well! all of you guys need to leave! he will find you!”

drago suddenly landed behind you, breaking a few trees so he could land. law ignored your concerned cries and pushed you towards your dragon. you went to grab him again, but he used his devil fruit powers to leave the area quickly. drago screeched as if he was begging you to get on top of him. you forced yourself to move to mount your dragon, leaving the area before kaidou or any of his armies knew you were there. as you rode back to onigashima, you couldn’t help but feel upset over law’s cold demeanor. it felt like he was almost ignoring your touch, and it made you feel insecure.

drago landed in the field by your residence in a matter of minutes. you got off of him and rushed inside. eddard noticed your panicked movements, but before he could ask you anything, you ran to your bedroom to get changed. you had to pretend like you never even left the area. once you got back into your regular clothes, you heard knocking at your door before eira entered.

“my queen, kaidou is here…” she said. you could hear the fear in her voice. she was still a young girl of only seventeen, so it was only natural that she was more afraid of him than the rest of you. you smoothed out your clothes and sighed.

“of course he is,” you muttered, leaving the room with her behind you. kaidou was in the living room drinking a large cup of beer. you sat on the chair across from him and put on a fake smile. “welcome! i didn’t know you were coming.”

“i got straw hat,” he said. you heard the slur in his words. he was drunk, and he still got luffy? you were amazed, to say the least. you let out a deep breath and clasped your hands together.

“what’re you going to do with him?” you asked.

“break his spirit and make him submit to me,” said kaidou, throwing the cup onto the floor. “he’s better off as my subordinate than dead.”

“breaking straw hat’s spirit will be tougher than you think…”

“i don’t give a shit. i have him in prison; that is all that matters. he won’t ever be getting out of that shithole.” he stood up and headed for the front door. you followed behind him to at least see him goodbye. he came here for a two-minute conversation just to fucking leave right after. what a waste of time.

“oh,” he said, turning around to face you. “we’re having a business dinner tomorrow. there’s something important i want to discuss with you.”

“i’ll be there,” you said. he grumbled something before eventually walking away with his crew. you walked back inside your house as a soldier of yours shut the door. you sat back down on the chair and held your head in your hand. fucking straw hat.

—

the next night you found yourself sitting next to kaidou at his dining table. you had already finished eating, so you moved on to your second cup of wine, divulging in it more than the conversation at hand. but when it finally came to the end of the dinner, and kaidou’s subordinates had left the room to leave the two of you alone, you two started to finally discuss something other than the straw hat alliance.

you were disinterested at the beginning of the evening, but when he started to talk about your dragons, armies, and kingdoms’, you perked up a bit.

“i was next in line for the throne,” you said. kaidou had shifted the conversation to your armies and people and why they wanted you, a woman, as their ruler instead of your younger brother. “my older brother only fathered bastards and wasn’t set on marrying anybody soon, so when i killed him, i was the only person fit to become queen. the new world has never seen such peace ever since i started my reign.”

“and those armies—“

“loyal to me,” you cut him off. “they chose me. everybody chose me. yes, it was my birthright, but the people love me. they saw me for who i am—a queen…”

“y/n the peaceful,” he said as if it was an insult, but you shook your head.

“no, i will be known as the conqueror, not the peaceful…”

kaidou laughed at the self-proclaimed title. you kept the stoic face, though, and watched as he stifled his laughter with beer. you stayed silent, and when he turned back to look at you, your face only showed seriousness.

“little girls cannot be conquerors,” he said. “only men.” you weren’t a man, nor were you a little girl. you are a woman at the age of twenty-one. kaidou then leaned down close to you, his large frame shadowing and engulfing yours so easily. but you weren’t scared or intimidated.

“i will be the true conqueror of this world,” he said. “i will rule it with you by my side.”

you didn’t like the sound of his tone. “what are you proposing?” you asked. “we are already allies as long as you stay breathing.”

“we both want power and to rule over this world,” he said. “if we have each other’s forces and gather more allies, we will be unstoppable.” you opened up your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

“i’m proposing a marriage for power over this world.”

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House of Finarfin | Being In An Arranged Marriage With Them

A/N: I've been painfully pinning for more. The only thing to note once more is that all of these takes place in Valinor, in a no-darkening verse. Here's our golden-hair boys!!

Warnings: arranged marriage, dispute, resentment, feeling of loneliness and neglect, there are fluff and soft themes, love at first sight, comfort, happy-ending in Aegnor (because I have a soft spot for him, he’s my baby)

Arranged Marriage AU: Nolofinweans ver.

₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Finarfin

As much as Finarfin attempts to hide his disappointment, it’s visible to the point that you tremble by simply being in his presence during the hearing. You’re sitting on the opposite side of the table and he’s silent the entire time, eyes darting between glaring at his father and looking intently at you.

Truth be told, Finarfin is a gentle and wise soul and he’s aware that you’re both being forced into a situation neither of you wants to be in. He doesn’t have the heart to be rude or mean towards you. The most he would do is keep a distance until he can wrap his head around the situation.

He’ll speak with you, should you ask him questions; he’ll answer and converse. However should you remain silent, he’ll attempt to crack the ice or allow the silence to run its course. There are times when he’s torn between deciding if he should make it work or continue maintaining the distance since it was forced upon him.

As a man of respect, he’ll ask to speak privately with you, wanting to have your honest opinion on the situation and whether or not you have a secret lover on the side before deciding his moves.

“I know this was forced upon us both and neither of us is pleased, however, I’m not fond of the uncomfortable silence growing between us and would like to make something possible. But firstly, I’d like to know if there’s someone apart from me? A secret lover? If not, I would be pleased if an acquaintance could blossom between us, otherwise, I would understand and keep a respectable distance.”

If there isn’t anyone in your life and it’s just you and Finarfin, he’ll make his move to develop some sort of friendship between you both, remembering to not overstep your boundaries. A simple arm in the crook of his elbows or walking shoulder to shoulder, also practising to appear comfortable with physical affection in public.

He would harbour feelings towards his father for ruining his chance of going out there to find actual love, nevertheless, he never makes you feel unworthy of being cared for by him. Attempts at building comfort would be his priority.

Of course, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. There are moments when he is roused through his divine senses and stumbles upon your weeping figure somewhere in the house. During these moments, your vulnerability is revealed which brings you closer.

Private conversations about how neither of you believed your lives to end up this way and how much turmoil you must both face because of the new lifestyle to adapt to. Finarfin will be honest in a modest manner and admit that he also felt the same despite the friendly act, but genuinely wants something positive to blossom.

To the public eye, you two are considered the perfect example of what a couple should be like, however, behind closed doors, they aren’t aware of how troubled you both are as you’re trying to overcome obstacles and endure the arrangement.

₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Finrod

It comes as a massive shock to him when his father delivers the news that he must commit to the arrangement made between him and your family. Never in all of Finrod’s life, he would suspect his father of denying him a chance to find love and explore the world to settle down for an arranged marriage.

Finrod is sulky and visible displeasure is plastered across his face as he listens to arrangements being made. You on the other hand weren’t spared from his behaviour (though it wasn’t directed at you).

Of course, Finrod disagrees with everything every chance he gets which causes an issue. He’d be told to excuse the room due to obstruction and stumble out pissed as hell about the situation. Definitely the type of drink his stress away all to forget the horrible conversation of feeling like he and you were objects being sold away like cattle.

Not a great way to be introduced to your future husband, but the most you can do to set the record straight is show him you cared whether or not you were intended. You saw him as a person nonetheless and wished only the best for him. Due to this, it would change some of Finrod’s perspective of you to witness your gentle nature.

Now Finrod isn’t disrespectful towards you or anyone, only displeased at the situation. With this in mind, he will care you for like he does with anyone, however, things would be mostly kept at the friendship level for a lengthier time. For the longest period, Finrod would keep you at a great distance due to how clouded his mind and heart were at the situation before noticing that something could possibly be.

“You must forgive me if I’m dragging this…situation out longer than it should be. It’s just, that I am still unaccustomed to an occurrence like this, and to simply overlook the reasons and be merry is challenging. However, I promise to treat you with respect and kindness.”

There will be days when Finrod isn’t at home because he’s out adventuring across the lands, when he returns, he comes bearing gifts. It might not be the typical gifts you would expect from his excavation, nevertheless, he thought of you. He would do his best to involve himself in your crafts or trade, wanting to show his interest while he hopes you would reciprocate.

As time progresses, your friendship will blossom and develop your comfort around one another. Having breakfast, lunch dates and dinner would become more frequent, sharing a hug and a kiss on the hand or cheek would lack awkwardness and becoming mentally vulnerable is more common.

Marriage between you both would come soon, however, you two wouldn’t escalate your friendship into something more until years into your marriage. Finrod isn’t the type to just go with the flow when it hinders his opinions and emotions. He would prefer to ensure a secure friendship over a broken and forced romantic relationship.

₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Angrod

He’s the most disgruntled of them all and it is shown in the way he greets you and everyone upon learning of the news. Like his elder brother, he’s dissatisfied with the agreement his father and mother would make without his opinion. To simply drop his single life and be forced into pursuing a marriage to a complete stranger is unacceptable.

From the beginning, he’s distant. Barely speaks and acknowledges your presence, treating you as though you had some hand in arranging your marriage. Once you realise where you stood on the scale of people he despised because of this arrangement, you’d maintain your distance and only politely greet him when he was around.

If you were in the same room or table, you’d be on the opposite side unless you had to appear as a couple. Because of his distance behaviour in the beginning, it makes it impossible to accomplish anything to make it work for the public eye. All you wanted was some closure to make this work, even if it meant remaining acquaintances who understood they were victims.

You would be the one to plant your foot down, tired of being treated without an ounce of remorse and like the villain.

“Please, all I’m asking is for you to understand, I’m the same as you and I had nothing to do with it. I know you don’t like this…or me; you probably have someone else you love, but at least acknowledge I’m not the one to blame. I only want us to be relaxed, not be truly in love; friendship is also welcomed.”

He’d feel like dick for treating you like one when you’ve been trying to smooth things over with him all these months. All the days when you avoided him or didn’t speak with him were due to his unpleasantness, it would dawn on him that this was not the way he was taught to treat someone.

He’s the only person who would take forever to come around and welcome you as a so–so friend. Angrod would begin to spend mornings or lunchtimes with you, making small conversations to break the ice and see that you’re not as horrible as he assumed. This doesn’t mean he’s going to go out of his way to become an absolute gentleman; he’s still maintaining his distance.

As your days morph into weeks and months, having breakfast, lunch and dinner becomes a norm, and stepping into public also. He would have mastered being composed holding you closely and defending you should anyone ill–talk about you. At times, he would catch himself slipping away into a hearty conversation as though you’ve been longtime buddies.

There is awkwardness and tension still present all the way into your marriage, yet, as he progresses into understanding your stance and opinion on the situation, he slowly becomes vulnerable.

₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Aegnor

Disappointed at the news but slightly intrigued by who he’s being paired with to spend the rest of his life. There’s a gloomy atmosphere over him as he’s sitting beside his parents, listening to them prattle forever about the joys of uniting the family while he’s listening for any clues to determine your identity.

Profanities and problems are arising the same way his elder brother Finrod did; complaining and throwing everyone off with their speech to have them say the wrong words so that he could get out of the arrangement.

It’s only after the meeting is over and he’s allowed the privacy of being introduced to you, that his frown flips upside down at the sight of how beautiful his spouse is. He’s spellbound and frozen in his spot as you come over to introduce yourself, entirely enthralled and compliments you immediately without being aware.

What a perfect way to break the tension and fear you were experiencing during the entire planning. Aegnor washes everything away with his charming smile and youthful persona as he feels light on his feet, falling in love.

“You are too beautiful to be my spouse; you would steal my spotlight which I have no hesitation in giving. I fear it is I who is unfit for this arrangement, I do not entirely appear suitable to be your husband. You deserve someone who is equally stunning and handsome as you are, Your Grace.”

I hate to say it, but he’s a hopeless romantic and would be the only sibling to fall head over heels in love you with over the duration of time leading to your wedding. Spending breakfast, lunch, dinner and all his spare time learning the most about you. All the anger that he had during the preparations has dissipated and he’s all about romance and being appreciative.

If there was any rumour about him hating the idea of being in an arranged marriage circulating, he shut it down and made it clear that such words were never spoken and ceased to exist. He’s a grateful ellon proud to have you as his spouse.

Of all his siblings and even his father, Aegnor would be the one to make this arrangement a success, being the first to fall in love and truly pursue a genuine relationship. He doesn’t attempt the friendship path like everyone else, he dives directly into the fire.

Respectful of your personal space and wouldn’t encroach unless you initiate hand–holding or bestowing a kiss to his cheek (he’ll turn tomato if you do so). All physical interactions are lovingly returned; full of meaning and he’ll throw in a ‘My love’ at the end of each.

There isn’t much to worry about when it comes to this arrangement between you and Aegnor. He’ll maintain any annoyance he has away from the relationship, wanting to make it work because he sees that you’re trying. He comes to your defence and stands up to anyone ill–treating you.

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[lamemaster]

The Curse of Bloodlines (Epilogue 😔)

Request: For the annon who sends me this request every day. You know who you are and you have my respect fellow gremlin.

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

AN: I never wanted to write this. But alas for those who cannot live without a happy ending go thrive. Please no more requests for this AU after this.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue |

"Atyo!" You peel Celegorm's hands off Thranduil's throat. At once your uncles are at the task of taking him to another room as you follow them. Not daring to look back at him. Too scared that you might not be able to leave if you do.

Perhaps it was the fear of finding the same disdained look you had witnessed in Arda. The fear of being subjected to it had left your eyes anywhere but, Thranduil.

So you focus all your attention on your father, who almost escapes the grasp of 4 of his brothers, including Uncle Maedhros, who towered over the majority in Valinor.

"Ata, not now," your voice cuts through the din, surprisingly firm despite the tremor in your heart. Your father's face contorted in a snarl, but something in your voice, perhaps the raw emotion, caused him to pause.

"Let me go!" he roared, his voice thick with fury. "I won't be mocked by that… that…" he trailed off, his tongue failing him to find an insult that wouldn't ignite another confrontation.

You shake your head and lead him out. "Let's leave. Grandfather is waiting."

You clenched your jaw, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. This meeting, the one you'd dreaded since your days in the Halls of Mandos, had been a disaster. And the worst part? It was just the beginning.

Meeting your father was something you had wished for forever. An unfulfilled yearning you grew up with. The same yearning Legolas grew up with. Absence of a bond that made the entirety of an existence.

Settling in his arms was a comfort unknown to you in life. Death had been kinder in many ways.

The agony of right and wrong seared on both you and your father. Ignorance of the bond that is most priced above any other. Blood that had cost you the love of your husband and the chance to watch your son grow.

But things that once shredded your heart into pieces now were distant worries. The sting of betrayal and the ache of lost years paled in comparison to the warmth of your father's embrace. His tearful apologies, whispered promises of redemption, were a balm to your wounded soul.

You met then, your uncles, your grandfather, your great-grandfather, An entire clan doomed in the halls of death. And so the task of stitching back together the House of Finwe began.

From uncountable days spent sharing stories by the pillar of your Grandfather, Feanor's firey pillar, to bringing along the souls of your troubled cousins Aegnor and Maeglin. Finweans started healing.

And you became the princess of Noldor. A title that came with a hefty price.

Legolas' friendship with Finrod wasn't a surprise. Both, you realized, carried the weight of a love lost to time – a grief you could never fully understand or soothe.

Legolas, however, found solace elsewhere. Celebrimbor, with his gentle spirit, became his closest confidante. He regaled Amrod and Amras with tales of Middle-earth, earning their playful grumbles about being called "grandfathers." Feanor, a name whispered in legends, became a complex figure he learned about through stories and perhaps, even fleeting glimpses of him to and from the forge.

Your interactions with Legolas were tentative at first. You were a stranger to him, a face from stories whispered in hushed tones. He longed to know the woman who carried him.

Awkward silences hung heavy in the air, punctuated by whispered stories of his life in Greenwood. He spoke of Thranduil with respect, but a flicker of sadness lingered in his eyes. He spoke of a man named Estel, a human who had become a dear friend, a story that filled you with bittersweet joy.

Then came the inevitable – a meeting with Master Gimli. Their shared tales of their unlikely friendship brought laughter to the once desolate House of Feanor.

Finally, after much coaxing, you managed to convince Legolas to attend Oropher's feast. You knew a march to invite the entire Noldorian royal family was a tad excessive, even by his standards.

Noldor marching was almost always was a perilous idea.

"Apply this twice a day," you mutter, handing him the small vial. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you allowed yourself to meet his gaze. "For the bruises," you clarified, pointing to the dark marks of your father's grip on his throat.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, then settled into a mask of stoicism. His eyes, those same eyes that once held the warmth of a thousand sunrises, seemed distant, etched with the weight of untold ages. They held an emotion you couldn't quite define - a far cry from the hatred that burned in them during your last moments together.

His hand brushed against yours as he reached for the vial, sending a jolt through you. The grief that had settled between you, heavy and suffocating, felt like a tangible presence in the air.

"I apologize for my father," you began, your voice barely a whisper. "He is…"

"Troubled," he finished the sentence, his voice surprisingly gentle. "As are we all."

A heavy silence descended upon you once more. He spoke, breaking the quietude, his voice laced with a weary resignation. "I do not know what penance I shall bear to ever right the wrongs I have committed. I have searched for ages, scouring the world, but I cannot find a path back to the past I crave."

"I do not know what repentance I shall bear to ever right the wrongs I have committed," he continued, his voice barely above a murmur. "This yearning for what we once had consumes me, yet I detest it, for I do not believe I am worthy of it." His voice cracked, and for a moment, the once proud king you knew of was now stripped bare, revealing an elf consumed by regret.

The air around you seemed to crackle with unspoken apologies and unspoken yearning. You gathered your courage, forcing the words from your lips. "I do not know much of right or wrong," you began, your voice surprisingly steady. "Neither do I understand the intricacies of penance or forgiveness. Yet, from all I have learned in this strange realm, one thing resonates."

He averted his gaze, his back turned to you, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat. All the air seemed to have been sucked from the room, leaving a hollow ache in your chest.

Your mind raced, searching for the right words. "No act is set in stone. No grievance can hold its power over the relentless march of time. My kin, they wronged many, yet even they found a measure of peace." You thought of your uncles, of your father, finally released from the burdens of their choices.

"They were able to return to the light of Aman because they allowed themselves to seek forgiveness," you continued. "Beyond mine or Legolas', it is your own that you require the most." You reached out then, your fingers brushing against his cheek.

"We have all the time in the world." You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a whisper of a kiss. A flawed marriage, a flawed separation, and a flawed reunion, yet, nothing had managed to make it any less sweeter.

#the hobbit #the silmarillion #tolkien elves #noldor #thranduil x reader #Feanorian reader #celegorm #angst #middle earth #thranduil x wife #thranduil #Istg I will not write this ever again

[animatorweirdo]

Aicarosse Alassindo

(This is a little introduction to my oc because I am going to post soon a fic with this character and a male reader.) Enjoy!  

Warnings; Mentions about the kinslaying, loss of parents and friends, trauma and internal conflict. 

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- Aicarosse was born in Alqualondë in the years of the trees. He is related to the house of Arafinwe from Earwen’s side. He is the son of one of her brothers. 

-His hair was flowing white like the pearly shores of  Alqualondë, and his eyes shined like the emeralds of the green sea. 

-His birth name is Alassindo, meaning joy soul. He was a child filled with joy as he often played around with other children and brought smiles to other people. 

- He often saw a silver lining to everything and hardly ever judged people. His nature made him very loved among his people. 

-His name Aicarosse, piercing rain, came as there was a wild storm when he was born. 

-He also had an odd love for the weather and didn’t fear even the wildest storms. 

-When he came of age, he even dared to sail through the wild waves and the unrelenting storms without fear. It was for excitement and adventure, as he once said. 

-He was close friends with the children of Finarfin. Aegnor, being his closest friend and companion.

-The two would often play together on the shores whenever Aegnor wished to have time off from his family. The two sometimes would dream about the world beyond Valinor, and with Aicarosse, Aegnor would refrain his temper the most as Aicarosse’s calm nature would often help him to calm down. 

-He shared deep bonds with them and didn’t think much of their other family members till the darkening of the trees and kinslaying of the Teleri. 

-He was still relatively young by elven standards, and he witnessed the death of his family and friends at the hands of the Noldor. He survived the act but was left traumatized. 

-When the Noldor left the shores with the stolen ships, Aicarosse was found later beside his dead family, frozen and quietly mourning. It was Finarfin who found the young boy after turning back from the rebellion. 

-Earwen was heartbroken to see the state of her nephew, so she took him in after her children decided to leave Aman along with the people of Fingolfin. 

-He loved his aunt but couldn't help but feel bitterness when his cousins left her and journeyed along with the murderers of his kin. His bond with them became strained ever since.

-Earwen brought great comfort, and the two bonded over their shared loss. She promised to look after him since the death of his parents. 

-Aicarosse felt hatred toward the Noldor. Not only did they kill his family and his people and stole their boats. They dared to burn them like it was their right. 

-His people had made them with their fea, and the Noldor destroyed their creations like it was nothing after murdering hundreds to acquire them. Aicarosse couldn't help but mourn for them. 

-His healing took a long time but seeing his people were scattered. He decided to take responsibility early and become the lord of his house. Burying his grief in a deep dark enclosure of his fea

-With the help of Earwen and Finarfin, Aicarosse managed to stabilize the living conditions of his people, and the Teleri managed to get back on their feet. 

-He had left his love for sailing and adventuring of the sea and became one of the most outstanding and trusted leaders. 

-He decided to be referred to as Aicarosse, rarely allowing anyone but close friends and family to refer to him as Alassindo. 

-He was politically talented and cunning when it came to business. He was sometimes even a bit cold when the  Noldor were involved. However, he regained his kind nature and never judged anyone on appearance or background. 

-But even though all seemed well. Aicarosse never truly healed from the devastating act Noldor inflicted upon him and his people, and he still held bitterness in his heart. 

-His relationship with the house of Finarfin was strained, but when he heard about the return of Finarfin’s children, he decided to welcome them back. 

-He was saddened to hear Aegnor would not return from Mandos. Angrod explained that Aegnor had fallen in love with a human maiden he couldn’t be with, so he would not return till the end of the world. 

-That’s when Aicarosse became curious about the secondborns of the Illuvatar and would listen to the stories Angrod and Finrod shared with him about the Edain. 

-The Edain fascinated Aicarosse, but since he had a responsibility to his people and Aman, he pushed his wishes to meet a human back until one day, a human washed up on the shores of Aman despite the impossible.

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[emyn-arnens]

11, 14 and 16 for the ask game?

Thanks for the ask! (choose violence ask game)

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

I went and actually counted so I could see just how much of a hater I am, and I have 35 blocked tags, most of which I’d forgotten I’d filtered lol. Most are character x reader tags, as well as a slew of Hal/adriel tags because it kept finding its way onto my dash at one point, no matter what I blacklisted.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

Finrod being portrayed as cold/callous to Andreth and not actually caring about her. It’s the one thing that will immediately make me click back out of Athrabeth fics that I would otherwise enjoy. It’s my least favorite interpretation of their relationship, and I see it a lot, both on here and in fic.

I wish people would keep in mind that the Athrabeth is the only recorded conversation we have between Finrod and Andreth—e.g., it’s one snapshot of their relationship, and a rather tense one because they’re discussing topics that are close to Andreth’s heart and tread on her raw places. It doesn’t mean all their conversations were like this.

But also throughout the conversation, it’s clear Finrod cares about Andreth because he tries hard to understand her and her perspective—even if he is a bit tone deaf sometimes and finds it difficult to see beyond his culture’s understanding of the topics they’re discussing (understandable; they're things he's accepted for hundreds of years, and Andreth is presenting foreign concepts to him). That he asks her questions, prods her to develop her thoughts, and lets her push back at him shows his care for her and that he sees her as an equal and respects her. And he DOES come around to her perspective, which shows his high regard for her and her wisdom.

It’s also clear that he has a lot of empathy about her pain over her relationship with Aegnor. He wishes he could bring her comfort, but he knows that as someone who has, in her eyes, been blessed with immortality, he cannot give her any comfort that she could receive:

“If I could speak any comfort, you would deem it lordly from one on my side of the sundering doom. But what can I say, save to remind you of the Hope that you yourself have revealed?”

“'The Eldar have no healing words for such thoughts, adaneth,' he said.”

And finally: “Whither you go may you find light. Await us there, my brother—and me.” Tell me how those are the words of an elf who is callous and doesn’t care about her.

This turned into a meta, but suffice to say, I have many thoughts about them.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

Eldritch peredhil. I can’t tell you why I dislike it because I don’t even know why it bugs me, but it does. And it’s so popular. Actually, that’s probably why I dislike it. If I see something too much, I tend to start disliking it.

#asks #anonymous

[tamurilofrivendell]

The Dragon | part 3 | Thranduil x Reader

{Part One} {Part Two} {Part Three} {Part Four} read on AO3

Summary: An eventual unexpected encounter goes a long way to changing Thranduil’s thoughts towards the dragon.

Content etc: Angst. Threat of violence. Mutual pining/assumed unrequited feelings etc.

tags: @firelightinferno​​, @achromaticerebus​​, @coopsgirl​​, @birbixo0912​​, @desert-fern​​​, @ancient-rime​​, @faefairi3​

True to his word, Thranduil called you to his chambers again the next day to pick discussions of the dragon back up. The two of you sat at a table just inside the door while Aegnor played out in the garden. There was a little tension in Thranduil’s shoulders as you watched him poring over the maps on the table in front of you both. Apart from that, you thought he looked a considerable amount better than he had yesterday. His scars were concealed once more and he seemed in better control.

You did not miss the mildly sour glances he still cast out of the door into the garden, directed at Aegnor. You did not miss the way he would tense if the dragon made a sound from outside. You would have reassured him that it was only playing noises but you could tell that Thranduil did not wish attention to be drawn to it... so you didn’t.

“What about the mountains?” You asked after your eyes roved across the map, pointing out the Mirkwood Mountains with your finger.

Thranduil eyed the Mountains of Mirkwood on the map for a long moment, seemingly considering, before he shook his head. “Too close.”

“Thranduil.”

“What?”

You sighed and shrugged. “Nothing...”

He kept his gaze on you for a long moment, studying your expression, before he relented and shook his head. “No.” He said finally, lowering his gaze to the table as he felt mild shame. “Speak. It’s alright.”

You were still feeling tense and on edge from his previous moodswings the last couple of weeks and so you had defaulted to not pushing the issue for the simple fact of keeping the peace and not inciting the king’s wrath.

He sounded, right now, more like the Thranduil that you knew and, as you looked up, the remorse in his eyes was easy to see before he quickly banished it and glanced back up again, his face now blank though not unkind.

You bit your lip just slightly and shrugged. “I just do not think there will be anywhere else in Middle Earth that is suitable.” You said. “It is close enough that you may keep an eye on him if you wish. It is far enough away that he will not be a threat-���

“You cannot give me that guarantee.” Thranduil interrupted sharply, looking back up from where his gaze had dropped to the map.

You fell silent again, though your mind was still loud as ever as it chewed over Thranduil’s words. Was he right? Could you really not guarantee it? You truly believed that Aegnor was good.

“I will.” You said after a long silence, looking back up at him.

He was still looking at you and you saw no malice in his eyes, just... a sort of hopelessness. He thought that there was no way to come to an agreeable conclusion. He thought that he was going to have to use his position as King to get his way, slay the dragon, and he would lose you anyway. Whether it would be by you sacrificing yourself for the dragon, by his being forced to banish you, or you leaving by choice so you never again had to look upon him, he did not know. But he was certain it would happen one way or the other.

“What?” He asked, confused by what you meant by the remark.

“I will guarantee it, Thranduil. I will show you that he will not be a threat. Not to you. Not to any of us.”

Thranduil blinked, staring back at you for a few moments. His sharp gaze softened a little as he took in the hopeful light in your eyes. “Your optimism is commendable, mellon.” He sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. “However, I see no way for-”

“Please, Thranduil.” You reached across the map without thinking and took hold of his hand with your own. Whether it was the fact that he had called you friend or something else, you did not know, but as hard as this was for him you knew that he was trying... and despite what you had done, and the fact you probably did not deserve it, it was everything to you.

The king had fallen silent again, his eyes fixed upon your hand atop his. He was reminded of the previous night. Of you coming to his chamber, of soothing his hurts, and not just the physical ones.

The apology you had finally, finally, given him had rid him of a little piece of the wall that had gone up around his shattered heart. A lot of the hurt he had felt had been due to his wrangling with the belief that you did not care whether or not you had pained him and betrayed him. That the friendship he had so dearly coveted had meant nothing to you. He could see now - well, he always had he supposed, but now with more clarity - that you simply had such a good heart that you had found yourself in an impossible position. He had seen you show unease at killing a juvenile spider while it was literally hunting you, let alone a baby dragon just born looking at you with wide eyes as if you were its mother.

There was still a long road for him to travel, he was not so foolish that he did not think his temper might still flare. Elrond Peredhel may have healed his physical wounds after that dreadful day he faced the fire, but he had not been so well-versed in the healing of the mind... and Thranduil’s was far from stable over this particular event. He knew that well enough but controlling it, even for him, was another matter entirely.

Still. This was you. He would try to continue reminding himself of that fact.

“What, exactly, do you mean?” He prompted, slowly pulling his hand from your own. He missed the contact immediately but his mind flickered back to the kiss he’d embarrassed himself with and he did not wish for you to get the wrong idea should he linger. You clearly did not return his feelings and he would have you forget it or chalk it up to a moment of madness.

You watched him pull his hand away, doing your best to keep your expression neutral. You turned to look over your shoulder and out of the door that led to the garden. Aegnor was climbing up one of the pillars, standing at the top, and gliding across to a nearby flower bed. He did this over and over, seemingly pleased with himself each time. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips, the sight of which made Thranduil turn to follow your gaze to the animal.

“I mean.” You finally said, turning your attention back to the king, who was still looking outside. “That if you will let me, if you will open yourself up to the possibility, I will help you see past the imagined evil you have decided lives in him, and show you the goodness of his heart.” You watched Thranduil blink and turn his attention away from the dragon, back to you. “I will prove to you he is not a threat, Thranduil... but you have to do more than linger on the sidelines thinking black thoughts or you will never see. You have to meet me halfway.”

Thranduil’s eyes narrowed slightly but there was no danger written in them. He was merely thinking. Turning your words over and over in his mind. Anybody else who challenged him that way might have found themselves thrown out of the room and not entertained for a few months. Not many took it upon themselves to tell the king how he must behave or that he was looking through the narrow lens of prejudice.

Frowning, he looked from your face back out into the garden. A shiver ran through him as his mind conjured up the image of an adult Aegnor, all teeth and flame, dangerous and ready to tear this realm apart piece by piece. The image faded away and he was left looking at the juvenile dragon waddling his way out of the flower bed and then looking around for somewhere else to play, seemingly tired from all the gliding.

Thranduil nodded. “Very well.” He turned from Aegnor and looked back at you, his gaze flicking to the map for just a moment before landing back on your face. “I will give you three weeks.”

You broke out into a bright smile that almost melted the very heart of him and you nodded your agreement as you stood up to go and play with Aegnor in the garden. Before you went, you paused by Thranduil’s shoulder and then dared to lean in and kiss his cheek. The action surprised him but you had darted away too quickly for him to speak of it and, anyway, what would he say?

Still, he found himself smiling as he sat there a moment longer, before rising to follow you into the garden.

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A week passed where Thranduil finally joined you in the garden, though he did not play with Aegnor as you often tried to get him to do. He stayed close but he still had a guard up, you could tell. You didn’t blame him but with only two weeks left, you were a little concerned that you had not been granted enough time.

It was at the end of this same week that Aegnor finally found his fire.

The three of you had been in the garden as usual. Thranduil had been sitting on the edge of the fountain, watching as the dragon chase a little ball that you had made him, back and forth. You would purposely throw it towards Thranduil and he would kick it away, Aegnor following gleefully.

It was after the game, when Aegnor was sitting comfortably on a little chair, that he first breathed fire. It seemed to come out of nowhere, just a flicker, but it was the very thing you had been dreading.

The sight caused Thranduil to turn completely pale and then lock himself in his chamber for three whole days. Nobody saw him and he would answer to no one. A couple of his people feared he had actually somehow died and it was simply being kept a secret.

You were wracked with a guilt that you did not know how to assuage, unable to gain entry to his chambers as this time he had made certain to lock the door. Not even Galion, his butler, saw him for those days and you despaired as even more of your three weeks slipped beyond your reach.

“You do pick your moments, don’t you, little one?” You sighed as you looked at Aegnor from your place on the bed, unable to concentrate on the book in your lap at all.

Aegnor had simply tilted his head, giving you a curious look before walking in a little circle and flopping down onto his bed, closing his eyes.

When Thranduil finally reappeared, the king looked tired.

He knocked at your door and instructed you to conceal Aegnor inside your cloak as usual, though unlike before he did not lead you up to his gardens but out into the forest itself. You hesitated, holding the dragon inside your cloak with a soft frown as you stared at the back of Thranduil’s head. He’d brought no guards but you knew that he didn’t need to if he wanted to rid himself of the dragon - and you, perhaps - altogether.

When he became aware you were not following, Thranduil turned with a frown. He was slower than he would have previously been, to catch on to why you were hesitating, but he soon understood and he moved back, stepping towards you with a gentle shake of his head.

“I am not going to hurt either of you.” He said, feeling a deep sorrow in his heart he could not put a name to. “I simply do not feel comfortable any longer permitting him into my garden.”

When you nodded, he turned again and moved off through the trees. You followed him, still a little unsure, but you hadn’t seen anything in his eyes other than exhaustion and, perhaps, that familiar hopelessness.

You had this horrible, sinking feeling that he was not going to keep up his end of the bargain now that he had seen the flames coming from Aegnor.

The forest was quiet, dark as usual but Thranduil knew the safer parts by heart and he led you and Aegnor to a little glade, where the forest river ran through, and he seated himself upon a rock by the stream, staring into the water. You crouched down and let Aegnor hop out of your cloak and then turned to move over to Thranduil, sitting down beside him.

Neither of you spoke for a long time, both of your eyes on the dragon as he walked around acquainting himself with his new surroundings. He seemed to like what he saw as he happily started to play in the ferns, the trees, and the river.

Turning your head to the king, you watched him watch the dragon for a moment before you finally spoke. “Thranduil...”

He turned his head to look at you, his eyes sad, but you couldn’t figure out what it was that he was sad about exactly. Not until he spoke and, even then, it surprised you.

“Forgive me.” He breathed, shaking his head as he fixed his sorrowful expression upon you. “I can only see what he will become.”

In the back of his mind, Thranduil knew that this was just a juvenile. A child. It was growing with the world it lived in, with the people it was around - namely, you. However, he could not shake the worry that dragons were innately evil, that nature would win out over nurture.

You found yourself shaking your head. “There is nothing to forgive, not really.” You sighed all the same. “I understand it. I do.” How could you not? He had suffered something traumatic, physically and mentally. “But he was not the one that hurt you...” You ventured, feeling braver with his many uncontrollable anxiety and anger attacks seemingly behind him.

Thranduil blinked at you, almost as if he couldn’t quite believe what you had said, but also because he realised that you were right. This was not the dragon that had attacked him.

“That does not...” He began, gritting his teeth when you cut him off.

“You promised that you would meet me halfway. You gave me your word. I know that it’s hard but you... you know dragons fly and you know they breathe fire. It was inevitable.” You went quiet, not wishing to reprimand him or cause him pain over his already painful feelings, but you did not know what to do. “Thranduil, I do not know what to do! I am at a loss here!” You reached out for his hand, not bothering to hide your anguish. “I am all alone!”

Thranduil frowned, clutching your hand without realising he was doing it. “You are not alone!” He said firmly, shaking his head. “I am-”

The king got no further because, suddenly, Aegnor let out a shrill cry and leapt into the air. Thranduil’s head moved so fast that you almost thought it might snap off. You felt his grip on your hand tighten as he stared at the dragon, and then you turned too.

Aegnor was not simply gliding anymore. He was flying. However, it was not that that had the Elvenking trembling beside you.

It was the dragon’s open mouth and the orange-red colour of flames travelling up his throat as he flew directly towards the both of you, launching an attack...

...upon the spider that had descended from behind the both of you, readying an attack of its own.

The fear in Thranduil’s eyes melted into surprise as the flames did not touch him, but were instead aimed up and over his head. He jumped off the rock and spun around, immediately pulling you away behind him, to safety. His steel gaze was now on the spider, which Aegnor was flaming again and again and again, the foul creature screeching in agony until it was writhing upon the forest floor, and then lay still.

Silence fell in the glade once again. You were breathing heavy as you contemplated how close you had just come to being a spiders dinner. It took you a long few moments, Thranduil’s protective arm now wrapped around you, to realise that he was staring at Aegnor again.

This time, however, he simply looked astonished.

“Thank you... young one.” He said after a very long moment, causing you to look at him in complete surprise. 

Aegnor stamped his little foot and made a huffing sound from his nose, shaking his head as he hopped away from the ghastly spider and climbed up your leg, seeking warmth and rest.

Thranduil stared for a moment longer before he turned and led you back through the forest towards the safety of the halls.

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The next week passed more smoothly. Thranduil allowed Aegnor into his gardens again, though the dragon was growing at such a fast pace that you could no longer conceal him in your cloak.

One more week and he would be the size of a young wolf, Thranduil said. This worried you, because how would you continue to hide his presence from the rest of the realm? Thranduil had said he did not wish for anybody to know the dragon was here and as far as you knew, nothing had changed.

You were sitting on a blanket out on the grass in the garden, watching Aegnor as he roamed around, looking for something to chase. He seemed restless and you felt quite bad for him, but you couldn’t entirely figure out what was wrong.

“He feels hemmed in.” Thranduil said, seeming to read your mind as he appeared at your side with two glasses of wine. He handed you one and sat down beside you.

Aegnor came running over and sniffed at Thranduil’s chalice. The king chuckled and gently pushed the dragon’s nose away with his arm. “Go away.” He shook his head.

“What do you mean?” You asked, ignoring the fact that you were still so very surprised whenever Thranduil showed any sort of positive emotion in the company of Aegnor. It had been a week and yet, every single time, it was still as jarring to you as the last. It seemed that saving you both from one of the evil creatures of the forest went a long way to earning the Elvenking’s favour.

For Thranduil’s part, he was furious with himself for being so bogged down by his fear, letting it control him and his every action and thought, that he had not noticed the danger coming upon you both in that glade. He would never have forgiven himself if something had happened. If the dragon had not been there... he dreaded to think.

It was the wake up call he had needed and he had been doing what he could to keep himself together, to find his way back to the king he was meant to be. He had been acting like he was freshly burned and though he would never admit it out loud... he felt ashamed.

He felt, too, a newfound sort of respect for the dragon. It had not ignored the danger, left you and he to fend for yourselves. Nor had it been taken by the evil of the forest. It had not seemed drawn to the spider in any sense, or to the darker powers that Thranduil knew invaded his beloved wood. Indeed, it had defended not only you... but him. After all he had done. That was certainly something and Thranduil had found, this last week, that another piece of that wall around his heart had been broken through.

Aegnor rushed off again, spotting a bird he could chase.

Thranduil turned back to you, lifting his wine to his lips before he gave you the answer you were waiting for. “He does not have enough space.” He explained, watching as you simply blinked back at him. He sighed. “He is getting bigger by the day and he only ever sees your room or these gardens. He is getting frustrated.”

You frowned, turning away from him to look over at Aegnor.

“He cannot stay much longer.” Thranduil echoed one of his earlier statements, though this time you could not hear any animosity in it. He was merely stating a fact, for Aegnor’s own good.

“But we have not yet decided where he could go.” You frowned, looking back up at Thranduil, suddenly worried.

He was still looking at you and his gaze softened at your worried expression. A small smile played on his lips. “Yes, we have.”

You had found yourself thinking that the smile, the lightness that had started to come back to him, suited him very much. You responded too slowly, tilting your head as confusion soon took over your thoughts.

“No... we didn’t.” You said as you cast your mind back over the last weeks, to the day you both spent poring over those maps. You were quite sure you had come to no conclusions at all.

Thranduil’s smile only widened at your confusion. “You were right.” He said then. “The Mountains of Mirkwood will be a fine place for him.”

“Oh!” You tore your gaze from his face, looking over to Aegnor, and then turned back to Thranduil. He could have drowned in the light that shone in your eyes then. “Oh, thank you!” Before you could stop yourself, you had thrown your arms around him. Thranduil quickly held his wine out to the side, surprised by the sudden gesture, but he chuckled all the same.

You did not pull back right away, finding that you had missed the closeness you used to share with him quite dreadfully. You missed his touch and his attention and you missed the sound of his laughter and the easy-going way with which he would speak to you, which had been brought home once again by this last week.

The relaxed air that had hung over the moment slowly drifted away and a sort of tension soon replaced it, though not one of the same sort that had plagued you both since he found out about the dragon. You could not see his face but you could tell that he was not upset.

Thranduil had slung his other arm around you in return, the one that held the wine still out to the side. He had not expected the hug to last quite this long and he shifted a little, doing his best not to be overcome by your close proximity. He missed you, he did, and he regretted the way he had treated you. His fingers briefly brushed through your hair before he closed his eyes and then he forced himself to pull away from you, gently easing you backwards. He smiled, hoping it was not too strained.

It was.

You bit your lip, feeling as if you might have done something wrong or made him uncomfortable, and you moved to sit back again, reaching for your own cup of wine.

Thranduil watched you down the contents of the glass with a frown. You seemed to mirror on the outside what was happening to him on the inside. For the very first time, he wondered if perhaps you could possibly be feeling as he was.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, a loud chirp came from the other side of the garden. He was on his feet before you were, hurrying away in search of the dragon that had strayed beyond your line of sight.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you stood and hurried after him, thinking that before the spider Thranduil would never have rushed off like that, not for Aegnor. He would have tensed and his guard would have gone up. It made you feel warm. Happy.

You soon found them both and couldn’t help but laugh at the sight you stumbled upon.

Thranduil was kneeling in the dirt by a large patch of ferns, which had somehow gotten all tangled up around Aegnor’s legs, effectively tying him up.

“Oh, poor thing!” You cried, moving closer, though Thranduil was already freeing the dragon from its leafy bonds.

“Poor thing?!” He shook his head. “Poor me, more like!” He scoffed, freeing Aegnor finally, who jumped high into the air and landed on the king’s broad shoulder. Thranduil rolled his eyes, looking up at you as he gestured to his robe, which was now covered in dirt and grass stains. “This fabric is expensive!”

He was rewarded to another loud string of laughter falling from your lips, to which he responded by rising from the ground and giving you a look which sent you careening over the grass to find safety, the Elvenking racing after you.

Aegnor jumped off the king’s shoulder and started to fly in a circle, making a noise that - if you hadn’t known better - sounded suspiciously close to a laugh.

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