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House of Feanor | Having A Human S/O

Request: Can i request a feanorian group headcannon about having a human lover? — @misfortunateleprechaun

A/N: I couldn’t resist including a short reader in the mix because I know most of us are tiny beside these elves :)

Fëanor

Curious to learn all there is about you. Whether you’re naturally short, how you age, your life span, your features, culture, linguistics, everything, you name it. And when he does, it pushes for him to become even more intrigued with YOU.

Wants to follow you around as much as possible. Just picture a short you and a giant elf nearly 8ft trailing behind you asking millions of questions or silently observing you in your natural world.

Understands that humans are delicate and much more breakable than elves, so he treats you with the same care as he does for his jewels. You are fragile and deserve the utmost protection and care.

With that being said, you are not spared from being blessed with the great riches he is endowed with. Showers upon showers of gifts bestowed to make your mortal lifespan enjoyable and full of luxuries.

An enjoyment of his would be your vast size difference, as would all the elves when you lie, sit or walk beside him. Even when he needs to make jewellery, he marvels at the sizes and concludes that you are no larger than an elfling.

He will keep to himself knowing how you react when being compared to an elf child…or he might mention it because he enjoys your responses and phrases unheard of to elven ears.

Feanor takes great pride in having you as his S/O and accepts no criticism from anyone. He adores you with every fibre of his being and will worship the ground you walk on.

Maedhros

“Why are you so tiny, unlike other mortals I have come across?” That would be words spoken to himself upon meeting you because he’s already a freaking giant. It’s worse when you must stand on objects to meet this over-eight-foot-tall figure.

Holds out his hand and watches as you wrap your entire hand around two of his fingers. He has to bite his lip to hold back the laughter, because you attempt to guide him, and it looks like a child leading him off to Eru knows where.

Prefers when you sleep on his chest while (awake) he reads or relaxes on the balcony. Never allows you to close when you’re sharing the same bed and he’s sleeping. Do you want to go flying through a window with one of his kicks? You’re fragile babes, sleep on the floor.

Deep down, he believes that you deserve a lover who doesn’t have to place a restrain on everything they’re doing to prevent hurting you…physically. Play fights are a thing that happens rarely because you once knocked your own hand on the bedpost, and he blamed himself for forgetting your fragility.

With that being said, he gets worried about you when you accidentally injure yourself because you’re a mortal…soft, squishy and delicate. Please, don’t make him wrap you in the duvets like a burrito for your safety.

Since your lifespan is shorter than his, Maedhros’ main goal is to in ensure as much peace can be granted in your life. Takes you to the most scenic places around Beleriand or just nearby Himring and keeps you far away from his brothers, minus Maglor. Gives you a Shetland pony to ride for the kicks of it and watches as you fold.

He doesn’t seem to understand how you joke so easily about ageing and grimaces every time you crack a joke about your soon-to-be wrinkled appearance or increased fragility. You’re set to give him the heart attack instead of you.

Loves to compare your size to an elfling and jokes about having to purchase ready-made clothes in the children’s section for you.

Maglor

Humoured by your size and delicacy, and equally motherly as Maedhros. Henning over every little accident with a read-to-scold expression on his face and incoherent words spilling out his mouth about needing to cover you from head to toe.

Maglor adores your compliments when he sings for you or writes sonnets or poems. He understands that his species differ greatly from humans, hence his voice would sound ethereal to your ears, sparking grand praises. It tickles his ego and spurs him into never-ending songs because he lives for your praises.

Adores carrying you around because you’re as light as a feather and he could lift you with his pinkie finger. Sit on his shoulders, piggyback rides, cling to his legs or chest as he walks around his fort and ignores all the strange looks his servants are giving him.

He’s someone who respects humans and mortal life, so at no point would he ever allow you to feel insignificant compared to his elven nature. Hates to hear you ill-speak your mortality or even condemn the relationship to failure because of your differences.

Still hesitant when it comes to playfighting and unlike a certain brother, he wouldn’t scold himself for your injury. However, he would still engage and quickly dissolve everything to cuddles or a nap.

Sleep atop his chest and he’ll fawn because you look so tiny and feel weightless. One time you both fell asleep, however, Maglor forgot you were sleeping on his chest (because you’re so light), so when he rolled, you fell right off the bed.

Surprisingly cool with your human ageing jokes, especially the wrinkly potato ones. Sometimes he’ll cruise in with an affectionate joke to make you swoon about being his favourite potato.

Celegorm

It takes a long time to get it into his head that you’re delicate because, in his mind, he saw you performing hundreds of daredevil stunts, why stop the fun for safety purposes. Wherever Tyelko is, you are curled up under his arm like a sleeping bag being carried around on his adventure.

If he’s riding a horse large enough to carry an elf, then so are you—doesn’t matter if you’re four or five feet. If you fit, you sit. However, you prefer to ride Huan because he understands your comfort and safety more than Tyelko does.

Playfighting to the roughness degree and be prepared to end up in the healer’s room sporting bruises or a sprained joint, he’ll even lie down on you. He has an affinity for challenging you to your limits, solely because it’s thrilling to him. “Try lifting me off the bed and walking to the door.” (you collapsed under his beefy body)

As big and scary as he appears, start coughing or having a fever and watch as he crumples like a left. Clingy and never leaves your side the entire duration you’re resting or in the healer’s room.

Acts as though you’re going to die in the blink of an eye from a single sneeze and the next thing you know, he’s praying that you survive your common cold when the healers have informed him that you’re alright.

In addition, he’s the perfect teddy bear for a cold night with all those muscles he has going on. The issue is his ability to cuddle to the highest degree. You cannot escape his cuddle grip, even if you need to pee.

Tyelko has confidence that’s out of this world, so no one can attempt to shun or berate your relationship, not even mock him for choosing a human to be his S/O over an elf. Celegorm makes it clear that you’re his choice and he’s proud to have you.

Caranthir

Someone who admires you day by day and how easily you overcome obstacles without lamenting the way his race does. For a human, you are quite fiery and able to keep up with his pace of living, though he prefers that you relax while he lavishes you.

Vocal about his appreciation towards you in private as you lay in his chambers on the sofa or bed, cuddling. Like his siblings, he prefers that you lay atop him, refusing to even displace an ounce of weight for fear of crushing you.

Spoils you, spoils you, spoils you more than you could even imagine because he wants your life to be filled with comfort and luxuries before your end. Complaining about how much he spoils you is like kicking a puppy.

The only thing you cannot do is tear this elf away from his duties when he’s locked away in his studies deciding who to conduct his next trade with. He’s married to his work and then you.

This brings me to you easily clinging to his body because you wish for him to stay in bed longer. All he does is roll his eyes at your antics and continue to walk around the room while you disguise yourself as a backpack.

Sneeze and there’s a deafening silence that follows before a grumpy Caranthir paces out of the room to call for the healers. You are not permitted to go anywhere, basically bedroom arrest. You want water, food, more blankets; he’s there. Want to go for a walk, sure; he’ll walk you around the room.

As much as he admires your resilience as a human being to the harsh reality of life, many of your natural occurrences terrify him due to rumours of terrible endings for others. So, expect the protectiveness to go up a few notches.

Curufin

Everyone was surprised that he had a human lover when he strolled into a ball with you decked out in jewellery from head to toe. Poor you were trying to breathe under the weight of the gemstones breaking your neck.

Curufin isn’t any different in my dating him headcanons with the addition of his protectiveness increasing. He loves to use it as an excuse to tag along with you anywhere when he really wants to spend time together (what a tsundere).

Finds himself confused at all your human terminologies because how can “Break a leg” or “Knock ‘em dead” mean best of luck. “You humans are strange with your words, why can’t you just say what you mean.” – Curufin

Finds your excitement and expressive manner endearing given elves’ lack of facial expressions and enjoys bestowing all sorts of gifts upon you just to witness your reactions. He finds them better than the simple use of words when accepting his creations.

Less inclined to school you like his father, but still peppers you with indirect questions to learn more about humans and their odd differences from elves. If you’re female, then be prepared to blow his mind with talks of your menstruation. He considers you a brave warrior for going through that every month.

Curufin doesn’t like talks of how your lifespan is short and you’re bound to die soon, and you tend to use this to your advantage when you want your way.  “But what if tomorrow doesn’t come, and I don’t get to eat chocolate cake? You should let me eat it now, so you don’t regret not letting me.”

 (Tries) Keeps you away from Tyelko because he’s a terrible influencer and causes the majority of your injuries which sends Curufin into cardiac arrest. If Curufin has never shown much emotion in his life, it was the moment he learnt that you were in the healing rooms.

Amrod

Excited because he has someone to love him, but heartbroken about your shortened lifespan, which means he’s going to cram all his years of adventure into your lifespan so it can be shared with you.

Every morning, he walks you up with a brilliant smile as warm as the sun before dragging you out of bed to go hiking or host a breakfast picnic while the sun rises (sorry if you hate waking up early).

You are not spared from his pranks or the confusion between him and his twin when Amras decides to trick you. Aware that you are human and more breakable than elves, but he’s still going to engage in roughhousing or lying half his body atop yours so you cannot go anywhere.

As I had mentioned before, he’s touch–starved being the youngest bunch in the family with less attention being directed. So when you entered the picture, as a human, it was natural for you to be overly affectionate which stunned him. Never before had Amrod believed that he was capable of receiving so much love.

He doesn’t care about the fact that elves aren’t physically affectionate, he accepts every hug, kiss and touch you gift him. He considers them your greatest gift, second to finding you.

Already protective of his younger brother, so it’s natural when you enter the picture. Prefers being your bodyguard so he can spend every second with you, never allowing for there to be a moment when you aren’t together.

I have mentioned that he’s into woodcarving, so you can expect figurines of you and him (more you) to appear before your door in beautifully wrapped boxes. You have a collection by now and can consider it a hobby thanks to Amrod.

Amras

Prefers to spend all his time with you in tranquillity and away from his nosy and noisy family, including his twin who doesn’t understand the concept of personal space and attempts to chaperone each date.

The realisation of you being human doesn’t sink in for a long while because he’s pleased that he has someone whom he can love. Amras will be spending his dates surrounded by nature.

Waterfalls, hiking trails, rivers, ponds lakes or fields of flowers, you have seen it all in your human lifespan. Places you didn’t believe existed or could be viewed by the naked eye would be revealed to you.

Amras is more open to receiving affection from you and enjoys the lavish amounts you shower him in. He is stunned by the volume that humans are capable of delivering and how dependent they are on physical touch.

Like his brothers, Amras will shower you with tons of gifts, especially handcrafted ones. He is skilled in crocheting and competes with his brother for who can make the best look-alikes of their family. In between, you can expect to receive stuffed animals or a miniature of yourself.

Reaches out to his elder brother, Maedhros and Maglor for advice on how to date a human since they’re more aware of mortal mannerisms than him. It’s a cute sight to witness as Amras practices learning your mannerisms and culture so he can help you feel at home.

His major concern is ensuring that your time spent with him was the best years you’ve ever had in your entire life, and he was able to fulfil many of your wishes in the short space of time granted to you.

Celebrimbor

Tyelpё would like to know what he has done to inherit a significant other in the first place. Forget that you’re human, he wants to know how you can choose a person like him after the history of bloodshed his family has left.

Like any normal relationship, he’s doing his best to control his temper and be as patient as possible. He would hate to make you go running for the hills with a terrible slip-up.

Eyes of a hawk at your every move, wanting to learn as much as possible with the stark differences between you in particular and him. He’s already aware of how indifferent elves and humans are, it’s just to learn your netiquettes and mannerisms.

Like his father, you will be gifted tons of jewellery—it’s his love language—with your neck breaking under the weight of the gems. Tyelpё adores seeing you decked out and looking like a disco ball; you’re his mannequin for his pieces.

As one who spent years in the forge, he’s far from small and will crush you under his weight. Thus, he’s cautious when cuddling or any form of play fighting. The last thing he needs to hear is that he injured you from his bulky muscles.

Please hold his hands and let him fawn over the size difference. You’re only able to hold two of his fingers when tugging him about the place when you’re eager to show him something.

Did someone say standing on chairs to meet his height? Yes, that is exactly what you would have to do because he’s a giant eight-foot elf. Or even parading around in his long robes pretending to be him? Yes.

Protective to a degree, but not as overprotective as his uncles since it’s the second age and let’s assume that our buddy hasn’t shown up yet to ruin the peace. Tyelpё will gladly allow you to roam freely without worrying about your safety tremendously and would even request that you return with treats.

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[elficially-done-with-life]

Will You Stay Forever?

Pairing: Amrod x reader

Summary: The Reader and Amrod were friends before the Fëanorians went away. Now that Amrod is released from the halls, the Reader isn't sure how to feel.

Warnings: mentiones of death (burning)

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In the days when all had been right with the world, you had known Amrod well. You had been friends and you would have gone so far as to say that one day you would certainly have married. You didn't know if he felt for you the way you felt for him, but you loved him and there was no one else for you.

And then he just disappeared. At first you had hated Fëanor for taking your beloved Amrod away from you, but over time that anger had turned to sadness.

You could not hate Fëanor when he had been like a second father to you. Through your friendship with Amrod, you had met him many times and he had forged jewellery for you and helped you out in times of need.

That was also the reason why you and Nerdanel often met for tea after the disappearance of her family. She was like family to you too, and the thought that everyone else was gone weighed heavily on both of you.

But it was also at one of these tea meetings that a little bird with a letter flew in through the window.

It had been sent by Manwë to inform Nerdanel that the Valar had decided to release Amrod from Mandos.

The shock had been practically written all over her face and she seemed oblivious to everything around her, not even flinching when your teacup slipped from your hand and smashed on the floor.

They hadn't been gone that long. And already Amrod had died and come to Mandos? But how could that have happened? Was he okay?

Probably not, you realised grimly.

How had it happened? Were you allowed to see him?

Nerdanel was expected, if she wanted to see her son, to meet him at the gates of Mandos. And so she walked out the door without another word to you.

You couldn't blame her at all. You yourself were more than just shocked and had difficulty collecting your thoughts.

For a while, you just stared at the broken teacup on the floor, then you grabbed a large cloth to pick up the pieces.

You briefly toyed with the idea of waiting here to see Amrod, but then you were gripped by a fear you had never felt before. Your Amrod would no longer be your Amrod. He had probably changed or maybe he didn't want to see you at all.

So you ran as fast as your legs would carry you out of the door that Nerdanel had left open in her hurry.

It was many months after that before you saw her again.

Normally you met at least once a week, but now that you knew about Amrod's return, you avoided going near that house.

You didn't even really know what it was that you were so afraid of.

On the one hand, you could hardly wait to see Amrod again, but on the other hand, now that you had the chance, you suddenly had the urge to hide away somewhere and live for the rest of your life with only the memories of him that you already had. The good and peaceful memories of a happy life.

Nerdanel came by on a gloomy summer afternoon and knocked gently on your door. She looked more worried than usual, the circles under her eyes were deeper and her brows had drawn together.

"I need your help," she had said and then wordlessly motioned for you to follow her. At times like this, you missed Nerdanel's motherly smile, which she had often given you back then.

She led you to her house, the house you had been trying to avoid for months.

It hadn't really changed in appearance inside. Not that you would have expected that, but as vehemently as you had avoided it, you had somehow believed that something had changed.

Nerdanel stopped in the corridor just outside the front door and whispered softly, "He does not talk to me about anything." Then she looked at you, tears glistening in her eyes. "He always has these terrible nightmares, but he won't talk to me about them. I thought, since you are so close, you could try. Only if you want to, of course."

You nodded, swallowing hard. "I will do my best, but I cannot promise he will talk to me."

But Nerdanel only smiled. It was a small smile, but it was a start. "Thank you," she said and gave you a quick hug.

You knew the way to Amrod's room by heart. You had walked it so many times that you could find it with your eyes closed.

However, when you stood in front of Amrod's door, you hesitated briefly before knocking.

In the time he had been away, you had often come here and knocked on this door, but no one had ever answered, and each time it had broken you a little.

But this time there was an answer. "Come in." said... Amrod.

His voice sounded like it always had.

The tips of your fingers tingled as you placed them on the door handle and entered the room.

The room was messier than usual, but otherwise looked almost unchanged, which gave you a stab in your heart and made you think back to how much time you had spent here back then.

Amrod sat by the window, looking out over the forest behind the house where you had once gobe for a hunt with Aredhel, Celegorm and Huan. You felt as if it had all happened in another life.

He didn't turn to you until you softly breathed his name. He jumped up so hastily that the chair he had been sitting on tipped to one side.

Amrod looked as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't get a sound out. And then suddenly there were tears on his cheeks.

"You- you are here." he whispered so quietly that you barely heard it.

You nodded. "Yes, I am here, Amrod."

He took a step closer to you and suddenly it seemed only natural for you to step closer too. You held your arms out to him and silently asked him if it was okay.

Instead of answering you, he stepped into your arms and buried his face in your neck. His hands grabbed your clothing and held on to it as if he was afraid you would disappear if he didn't.

You gently wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his shoulder. "I am here Amrod. I am here."

For a while you just stood there, then suddenly he said, "It hurts so much."

"What?" you asked, startled, "What hurts?" Was he in pain right now?

"How it- " he sniffled, "how it happened." And you realised what he tried to say.

"Fire." he finally whispered and you pressed him even tighter against you, because he didn't have to explain what he meant for you to understand. "There was fire everywhere."

"It- "you wanted to say it is okay, but was it really? "You are here now."

"And you are with me." Amrod whispered softly. "And the fire is gone. And Atya- " he paused and sobbed quietly against your neck. "I cannot talk about it yet."

You gently stroked his spine with your fingers. "Then let us not talk about it yet. We have time."

"Will you stay?" he asked hopefully.

"As long as you want me to stay," you answered honestly.

Amrod nodded slightly. "I want you to stay forever."

"Then I will stay." you said resolutely.

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

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

Make it end up in fluff please 🙏🙏

Thank you and have a wonderful day/night ❣️

characters feanorians x little brother reader ft. Fingolfin

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

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

warnings angry overprotective family members xD

FEANOR:

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

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

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

NERDANEL:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MAEDHROS:

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

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

MAGLOR:

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

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

CELEGORM:

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

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

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

CARANTHIR:

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

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

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

CURUFIN:

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

AMBARUSSA:

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

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

FINGOLFIN:

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

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

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

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[nerdanel-the-wise-istarnie]

❄ Nerdanel's Feanorian Christmas ❄

I have seen a lot of blogs do this and I wanted to try myself :)

🎁Nerdanel has kindly allowed to let everyone ask anything and everything to her during this holiday season. She's willing to answer everyone Christmas letters until the 13th December 11 GMT (tonight). So only about 2 weeks as she's a very busy elf woman taking care of 7 kids, her hot-tempered husband and being the best sculptor in all of Valinor.🎁

❄ ·⊰ RULES:

୧ *·˚ ❝The same rules apply as before, but here are a few new ones to ensure fun and safety ┆↰

❄ There's a limit of one question per ask please because Nerdanel is very busy (building gifts for her 8 membered family). However, there is no limit on the number of asks from one person.

❄ You can ask her NSFW questions, however you must be 18+ to do this and these questions will be tagged accordingly.

❄ Will you like your letter to be privately send to your inbox so no one else can see, please state so in the ask with emoji:🤫

❄ Anons are allowed, however it would be more personalized if you wish to reveal yourself and as said before no one but Nerdanel will know who are if you choose the option above.

❄ Don't forget to have asks enabled if you choose the option of secret letters. DMs are too clustered and Nerdanel doesn't really like it. You can reply her privately too if so you want :)

❄ We know people love her unconditionally, both pre-oath and post-oath, but for this holiday season, please only pre-oath!

❄ If you could kindly follow and reblog, it would be great so more people can know about this <3

❄ ·⊰ PROMPTS:

Dearest Nerdanel, can you send me:

😲- a letter with a secret; the ladies love to gossip. Or would you like to know one of Nerdanel's secret recipes? Like her personal hot chocolate recipe that even Fëanáro doesn't know but tries to steal a second mug of it. Or do you want to share a secret with her?

🥰- an emotional support message? We all know Nerdanel is certainly one of the best at giving advice and this is why we had the option of secret letters, what advice would you like from her, it can be anything. She'll hug you and cry with you; kindly wipe your tears. Even ask Carnistir to knit you something or anything from herself or one of her other sons :)

💌- send her a love letter (describe 2 things about yourself anything you love about her). Word of advice, just don't let Fëanáro see you.

📝- ask her any question (the option is limitless, it can be anything about her sons, what they like for or to do for Christmas, how to make them swoon, how does she keep her husband's fire under check if the Ñolofinwë's or Arafinwë's family come over? Anything!).

🔥 - a very naughty letter (18+ only; choose a prompt if you like), again and big time, do NOT let Fëanáro see you.

🎅 - a gift from her (Nerdanel will make you something special, just let her know your favorite color and share one thing or more about you).

❄ ·⊰ NOTES:

Have fun and enjoy.

Pretty aesthetic by @sorisooyaa as per usual :)

Please kindly reblog so more people can see. Spread the love and joy.

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[lovefairymina]

Amrod, look! A fox kit followed me back home - can we keep it, please? He reminds me very much of you :)

"Why don't we see if its mother is still around and alive before making such hasty decisions. Don't want mummy to go berserk once she notices her baby missing," he chuckles as he turns on his heel, grabbing your hand and peddling in the other direction, in search of the mother.

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {amrod} #middle earth imagine #house of feanor #amrod x you #amrod imagine #amrod x reader #amrod #pitafinwe #ambarussa #feanorians

[silmawensgarden]

XIX-THE SUN CH.9

CH.9 Bake me a heart of gold

Fëanorians x GN Modern Reader Sub pairing CH9: Caranthir x reader x Amrod

wordcount: 2,6k

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People say that love goes through the stomach, and in a way it does. When we love someone we make them food and give them our peeled oranges. We want them to feel happy and be healthy.  Making something with your hands is and always has been a love language.

Especially for those with soft, ruddy and freckled faces.

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(Y/N POV)

Many people have head canons about Caranthir enjoying baking. Including me. And I’m hell bent on finding out today. The weather forecast said that today would be a rainy and cool day. So it won’t be excruciating to stand in the kitchen baking things.

I’m thinking about baking something with cherries and chocolate. The cherry harvest has been fantastic lately so there’s plenty to eat and work with. I wonder if Caranthir also likes cherries? Maybe something with coffee….  Now that I think about it, I should invite Amrod as well. He’s been quiet for a while. Perhaps more than usual.  

I’ve been sitting in a daze on the couch for quite some time now. The rain on the windows and rooftop isn’t helping with keeping me awake. Instead it’s lulling me to sleep. I decide to force myself to get up despite the onsetting sleepiness. I don’t want to miss out on an opportunity to get to know them better.

I walk towards the kitchen to prep the ingredients. Cherries, dark cacao powder, sugar, butter , eggs etc. I’ve placed most things on the counter. Eggs and butter need to be room temperature to get the best results. Otherwise you’ll waste too much energy trying to force the ingredients together. Now all I need to do is get Caranthir and Amrod to agree with baking something together.  I walk off towards their rooms quickly. Excited about the prospect of being able to see Caranthir’s baking skills. If the head canons turn out to be true that is….

I knock on the door and open it slowly. Giving the elves enough time to acknowledge my presence. I find Caranthir working at his desk, he doesn’t look up when I enter. He only grunts and continues to scribble away at his notes. I get greeted by a warm smile from Curufin instead. He seems to have gotten more comfortable with me the past few days. I remember the first day we met crystal clear. We butt heads pretty fast. He tried to disassemble my grandfather’s antique clockworks. I would’ve been in some serious trouble if he had succeeded. I’m glad we seem to be roughly on the same page now.

Celegorm and I though…..I sometimes think that we aren’t even reading the same book, so no chance of being on the same page here. Not at all times though,  sometimes we actually seem to come to a natural understanding of each other. It surprises me how he is so gentle, with wildlife and others he cares for, it’s a stark contrast to the predominating  “Lúthien stealing and cocky snob” elf I perceived him as before.

My train of thought was soon enough lost on all the ways I connected to these elves. It made me feel warm inside. Not a moment later my attention was brought back to reality by an arguing Caranthir and Curufin. I entirely missed the point of their discussion. So I kind of just stood there like a piece of misplaced décor. I really should be asking Cara about whether or not he’d like to join me… otherwise the butter will end up melting before we even get to it… I thought to myself.

I muster up some courage before I decide to jump straight into the lion’s mouth.

“Caranthir? I was wondering if you’d maybe like to join me and maybe Amrod to bake something? I heard that you enjoy baking so I thought that we’d try something with cherries and chocolate.” I said.

He fell silent for a moment, pondering whether to join or not. “Will there be coffee involved?” he asked. His face seemed to dance right past the line of ‘either there be coffee or no me.’ Does he really like coffee that much….

“Ah, yes sure! We can add some into the baked goods or just have a cup on the side if you’d like.” I said, aware of the sheepish expression on my face. He nodded, seemingly content with the knowledge of getting a few cups of coffee out of it.

He turned back to his desk, cleaning off and putting away any papers he still had on his desk. Neatly stacking them in a drawer. He turned to Curufin saying something along the lines of ‘we’ll finish this discussion later’. I wasn’t paying much attention to things today. It must be something in the rain.

I smile at Curvo and excuse myself from their room, walking towards the twins’ bedroom. Hopeful to catch Amrod on time. Again knocking on the door to their room I wait for a ‘come in’.  Though as soon as I knocked Amras had opened the door.  “Hey y/n, what brings you here?” he asks. “I was looking for Amrod, I was hoping he’d join me and Caranthir for a bit of baking.”  told him, looking over his shoulder to try and catch a glimpse of his brother.  Amrod has not only been fairly quiet but also hasn’t left his shared room much at all as of late. It worried me a little.

Amras turned back towards his brother and talked to him for a bit about whether or not he felt up to it. Turning back to where I stood, Amras told me Amrod would join us in the kitchen in a little while. So I smiled and left for the kitchen. Hopefully the butter hasn’t gotten too soft yet…..

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When I arrived in the kitchen Caranthir was already there. He had his hair in a thick braid, no longer wearing the layers upon layers of coverings to hide his reddened skin. Instead favoring something lighter, still modest, but not as suffocating as what he wore when I asked him to come downstairs. He looked nice, it seemed to help him cool down as well.

“What are you waiting for? For the butter to finally melt so far it drips off the counter?” he bit at me. I notice a small smidge of blush on his face. He might’ve thought I was judging his skin…. He’s always been made fun of it by his brothers.  I avert my gaze towards the poor, nearly melted clump of butter on the counter.  I guess the rain doesn’t cool down enough for butter to stay solid.

“Ah…you’re right, we’d better hurry then! Would you mind mixing the sugar, eggs and butter together while I pit the cherries?” I laughed some, renewing my motivation to bake. Those cherries look so amazing, I can’t wait to eat them.  Caranthir grunted in reply and went on to combining some ingredients together quietly. A faint blush on his face that just wouldn’t leave.

I knew cherries stained but this was ridiculous. My hands looked like I spilled a litre of reddish purple ink all over my hands. Luckily I didn’t get any juice on my clothes. There’s no way I would’ve been able to get that out. My train of thought gets interrupted by a snort to my right. I turn to look and see Caranthir openly laughing at the “dyed” state of my hands. As if he could do it without creating any less messiness in the process. I give him a pointed look. He only smirks and continues combining the damned eggs with the rest of the equally damned butter-sugar mixture.

Whatever for was I feeling so salty? I have no idea. As if he were the very answer to my prayers, Amrod walked into the kitchen. Interrupting my séance of saltiness.

“I see you already started. Anything I could help with?” He said while staring at my hands with a strange look. As soon as it had passed through his eyes it had already disappeared. He turned his gaze away from my hands to look at anything other than the red stains which adorned them.

I asked him to heat up the oven. This turned out to be a challenge since he had no idea how ovens here work. After explaining how the oven worked he managed just fine. I mashed up the cherries into a jam like consistency and strained some of the juice into a cup to use in the cake.

Caranthir was eyeing the coffee machine for a while now. So I took that as a que for a coffee break. As soon as the three of us had settled for a moment it seemed that it wouldn’t be for long, Amrod had sneaked his hand into the bag of flour and kept it close to him as if he had nothing in his hand. Within seconds all hell broke loose. Amrod had thrown a generous helping of flour in Caranthir’s face, I wasn’t spared of his trickery either. This led to an all out flour war between the three of us. The whole kitchen was covered in a fine helping of flour within a few moments.

Caranthir’s face grew redder and redder with each second to pass by. He was no better than his youngest brother, fully engaging in the flour fight himself. At some point I had hidden under the kitchen table trying to catch a break from getting white pasty dust stuffed up my nose. This didn’t last long as Amrod had found me under the table and not so graciously dragged me by the ankle from under it as a ‘war-prisoner’.

At some point we finally stopped our flour-fight in favor of finishing the cake we were planning on baking. Each one of us having cherry juice smeared on their limbs and flour in our hair and clothes. At least we all had some form of a smile on our faces, having somewhat enjoyed pummelling each other with flour.

After a long time of prepping we finally got to sit down at the kitchen table. The rain was still pouring outside the window. Now that I’ve sat down I can actually feel the chill in the air from the cooling rain, even inside of the house. A cup of tea in front of all three, to warm us up a little. It’s an incredibly wet and cold day for summer. It feels more like autumn really. We sat in silence for a while, none of us sure of what to say or do to spark conversation. The silence between us was comfortable.

“Why did you invite us to come bake something with you?” Amrod’s question startled me from my daze. “Mostly because I heard about the both of you enjoying baking and doing things with your hands I suppose. No real rhyme or reason behind it other than this.” I said. I wasn’t aware of any ulterior motives of my own. The only idea that came to mind was wanting to spend time with them and not having a real excuse to do so. Even in my world they still seem to be busy with matters of their homeland. Either directly or indirectly. So I can’t just pop into their rooms to spend time with them whenever I wish to. It makes me a little sad.

“Say, have you ever wondered or known what your love languages are?” I asked, looking up at their confused faces I realize that might’ve been a strange thing to ask. Both were silent, I now feel stupid for even asking. I was about to open my mouth to backtrack but I get cut off by Amrod. “I think something that is predominantly a Fëanorian love language is making things by hand. All in our family do it to some extent. Curvo and Atar are most noticeable examples, since they craft for those they love.”  He smiled remembering his home and family life.

“ Not to forget Moryo, he bakes things frequently as a sign of care.” He added.  Caranthir scoffed and turned tomato red at his brother’s remark. He’s so emotionally constipated…… I thought while watching poor Moryo be teased by his younger brother. “Ah! I remember once when I was sick he spent hours in the kitchen concocting some soup and warm honey cake. He cares so much yet he only shows it through his hands. If he likes you enough that is.” Amrod laughed loudly about the steadily reddening face of his elder brother. What was once a tomato red was now a deep cherry red. I was tempted to hold my hand to his forehead to check for fever.  It couldn’t possibly be healthy to turn that shade of red.

Once again our sweet moment was interrupted by the oven alarm going off to signal the cake being ready. Caranthir was the first to storm off towards the oven. Helplessly trying to get it to shut up. I got up quickly to make sure my oven didn’t get the angry- Moryo treatment like the door to the bathroom had gotten a week ago. If you look closely you’ll see it has a slight dent in it now. Nothing serious, but still there. Caranthir had calmed down some as soon as I turned the alarm off. No longer as irritated by the incessant beeping.  

An hour had passed and the cake was finally put together. It was a bootleg black forest cake. With golden hearts and halved cherries on the tuffs of whipped cream. It looked lovely. We put it in the fridge to set until everyone could gather to enjoy it.

When I turned around to put my apron back I lost my footing, tripping over air like I’ve done many times before. Though this time I wasn’t met with the hard ground, but someone’s chest instead.

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Caranthir POV

I was going to walk off after cleaning the mess we made with the flour when I heard a yelp behind me. I turned around and saw y/n falling over, straight into my arms. Luckily I caught them in time. Otherwise they would’ve gotten hurt badly. I looked up to see Amrod’s worried face staring back at them and me. Y/n looked dishevelled, leaning against my chest. They were having trouble composing themselves it seemed. I don’t know what to do with the close proximity between us. I don’t want them to feel uncomfortable. That’s the last thing I’d want after all I’ve somehow come to feel for this Edain.

I let them rest against me for a few moments longer until they pull away themselves. Still holding them by their elbows. They seem to have come to their senses, suddenly their complexion looking a lot more akin to the one I see in the mirror everyday. The color blooming over their face like flowers in the morning sun. It makes me feel softer than I should have ever allowed myself to feel.

They lean further away from me, finally disconnecting at the elbow. I am suddenly aware of how cold the room is.

Was the room always this cold…..?

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Amrod POV

I saw y/n tripping over their feet straight into Moryo’s arms. They seemed to have twisted their ankle somehow. I’ll need to make them some ointment for that… I thought. They must be in pain. I’ll have to ask them if I can use some of the medicinal herbs from the garden for that. Seeing y/n so close to him makes me feel a strange type of unease in my fëa. Something has woken inside me. I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

I should be happy that Moryo caught them on time……right…?

#silmarillion #the silm #moryo #caranthir #amrod #amrod x reader #caranthir x reader #XIX-THESUN #sons of feanor #feanorians #elves #tolkien #curvo #gender neutral reader #curufin

[animatorweirdo]

Archon’s handmaiden

(This was pretty easy to make and I hope its funny enought)

Requested by anonymous

Warnings; None really. You kill orcs with an electric booba sword. 

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You have faithfully served your lady for many years. She had cared for you and trained you for any possible outcome life may throw at you, but you were not prepared to travel to another world by mistake. 

You were investigating a mysterious portal with the traveler and lady Ei. No one knew what was on the other side, so you volunteered to go first. It was a foolish decision because the portal had shut down, and you got trapped in this unknown world. 

It was overwhelming and frightening because you sensed and saw nothing with your elemental vision. Everything made no sense to you. There were dangerous creatures, so you were more than happy that you had your sword and vision. 

These creatures were horrid-looking and violent. You have never seen anything like them before. They didn't possess elemental abilities like hilichurls, so they were easy to deal with, but more always came after next. 

You have wandered for a long time and slowly lost hope. Your yukata your lady had gifted you were also getting tattered and dirty. You thought you would never find a way back home or find civilization. 

Luckily, you got finally found by people who called themselves elves. They were kind enough to take you in but, unfortunately, took your sword away for safety reasons. They did return it after concluding you were not a threat. 

The feanorians, or the seven sons of Feanor, were an interesting bunch. Maedhros was the most reasonable one. Maglor was friendly and curious about the way you dressed. You two conversed about your culture quite a lot, and you learned quite a lot about the elves from him. You enjoy listening to his music. Celegorm and Curufin were a peculiar pair but quite obnoxious. Caranthir frightened you the most, and then there was Amrod and Amras, the twin brothers. 

They kept an eye on you because they were suspicious of you. You dressed and talked differently and shared similarities with the people they called Easterlings. 

They were curious about you, especially about your peculiar-looking jewelry with the purple gem. You told them it was a vision, and it granted you the power to control lightning and thunder. They didn't exactly believe you. You could have demonstrated, but you chose not to because you were worried about how they would have reacted. 

Curufin was curious about your sword, and you allowed him to inspect it. It was a gift from Inazuma's talented smith, and it had served you well during your lifetime. 

He was impressed by the design but ridiculed that you shouldn't have such a weapon. You were a human woman, a mere servant to your lady. You didn't look exactly; strong or someone who could fight. 

You told them you have fought alongside your lady, the Raiden shogun. You were one of her close confidants and her handmaiden, so she deemed it necessary; that you knew how to fight. She also taught you how to use electro when you earned your vision as an orphaned child. 

They didn't believe your claims because how could a peaceful human lady as you could fight in battles. You didn't look strong or someone inclined to fight. You were harmless, like a bunny in a meadow. 

You would feel disappointed and annoyed. You might look harmless, but that doesn't mean you are. Judging a book by its cover is the worst mistake anyone could make. 

You are a pacifist and wish nothing but peace in life, but you can go on the violent route just as easily as your lady once commenced the vision hunt degree. 

Sometimes later, the feanorians were preparing for a battle against the forces of Morgoth. You wished to assist, so you joined the rear guard to defend the injured and the healers. 

The feanorians wouldn't have let you join the battle for being a weak human, so you dressed up in their armor and helmet, so they didn't know you were there. 

The battle wasn't going great. The feanorian's forces got overrun by the massive numbers of the orcs. You tried to help out as much as you could, but you were struggling to spare elemental energy. 

You try to spare it as much as you can so you can use most of it in critical moments, or at least to summon the electro sword if the situation got desperate. 

The situation became more critical, and the brother's forces got overrun, and Amrod was about to get killed. His brothers were too far away to reach him, so only you could save him on time. 

In a flash and fast as lighting, you blocked the attack. Amrod was shocked, and you quickly pushed him away from harm. You killed the beast but unfortunately ran out of elemental energy. The sky turned grey, and you could feel electricity restoring your powers. It was like your archon lady Ei had to heed your desperation, and your vision shone brighter than ever. 

You only saw orcs around you, so you finally decided to summon the electro sword. Your lady had gifted you with a medallion; that allowed you to manifest your power into a sword. It was similar to her weapon, and you pulled it out of your chest. 

The sky would thunder with fury, and you slashed your enemies with The eye of stormy judgment. 

The orcs were decimated by your strike. They began running away in fright after witnessing your power. You didn't stop there and began slashing them down. The battle would be quickly over, and the elves just watched in stunned silence as you took down their enemy. 

The feanorians were especially standing there, shocked and unsure what to do, but they now believed you. 

Maedhros

-He will be the most shocked out of the seven. He will require an explanation from you, especially how you pulled a sword out of your chest.  

-You would explain your medallion, and he would understand pretty quickly and shake his head because he thought you pulled it out; you know where. He would feel ashamed of himself. 

-He will now believe everything you say and is curious about your homeland and how visions worked. 

Maglor

-He will be pretty shocked too and bombard you with questions. 

-After that, he would be pretty fascinated by your electro powers, and you sometimes show him a few tricks or two. 

-He would be inspired to write a few songs about you describing your power and might and the beauty of thunder. You probably earned the nickname Strom maiden from him. 

Celegorm

-Boob sword, and he would say it out loud. 

-He would ask you if you just stored a fricking sword between your boobs. You would try to explain it, and he still wouldn't get it. 

-He would become even more obnoxious company and sometimes cross your personal bubble, so you zap him to tell him to back off. Maedhros told you not to zap Celegorm too much, or he turn dumber than he already is. 

Caranthir

-He was one of the ones who didn't believe your story or that you could fight. 

-When he saw you pull a sword out of your chest, his brain would break down and try to comprehend what the hell he just watched. 

-Couldn't understand and be, like never fucking mind. 

Curufin

-Speechless, just utterly speechless.

Amrod and Amras

-Amrod was grateful to be saved, and now he and his brother think you're the coolest human ever. 

#silmarillion x reader #maedhros x reader #maglor x reader #celegorm x reader #caranthir x reader #curufin x reader #amrod x reader #amras x reader #feanorians x reader #raiden shogun #baal #genshin impact #ei #electro vision #feanorians headcanons #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #silmarillion scenario

[awkwardkindatries]

Tolkien Holiday Event Day Five

Amrod & Amras/Reader: Snowball fight

The day was freezing, not at all to your surprise. Your valley had been anticipating a cold front for a few weeks now, and now that it had arrived, the ground was rich in plush white snow overnight. When you left your home the following day, you were left almost breathless at the sight. The roofs were frosting in a thick layer of snow, icicles had already begun to form on the corner edges, and crisp condensation covered every window from the contrast of homely comfort.

You were abruptly yanked from your moment of amazement by the sharp digging pain of the fresh snow against your exposed cheek. The shrapnel broke against your face in various-sized pieces as they made their way down the front of your winter clothes.

Immediately you were irritated, your face stung, and the ice cut through your body as it melted to the inside of your shirt. Immediately you began to search for your assailant frantically, quickly locking onto the twin red-haired boys grasping their stomachs as they tried to ease their laughter. Amras and Amrod stood a couple of yards away, obviously taking advantage of your moment of vulnerability. Without thinking a second more, you bent down a squeezed together a tight little ball of snow as best you could before reeling back and launching it with all of your might in the direction of the two ellons. Without any real aim, you were glad to have hit your mark. As Amrod turned to Remark further on their childish behavior, wiping a loose tear from his eye, he was greeted by the hard smack of ice as it crunched directly into the center of his face. He was so surprised that he scrapped backward, feet not quite catching against the icey slick beneath them, and toppled back onto his rear and into the cold below.

Amras, ever the doting brother watched the scene unfold, his attention turned from you to the scene of his brother absolutely eating your efforts, literally and figuratively. Had he been paying a lick of attention, he might have noticed your next oncoming blow before it was too late. Instead, he took a rather nasty smack to the side of his head, your snowball knocking him with such force that a good bit had filled his ear canal. He, too, had fallen to the same fate as his brother, feet failing as he fell, greeted by the squishy expanse of Amrods stomach.

You couldn't help the giddy laughter that bubbled out from your throat at the sweet taste of vengeance, only for it to be snuffled out by anxiety. As the boys sat up, they looked at/ each other with an air of understanding; not a word was shared between them before they looked back at you. Their eyes were full of determination, and excited smiles stretched wide across their faces. At this moment, you knew you were in trouble.

#amrod #amrod/reader #amrod x reader #amras #amras/reader #amras x reader #sfw #fluff #holiday event

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Letters to Atyarussa - I

Author's note: I recommend listening to this song while reading.

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Would you believe me if I told you that I do not actually enjoy getting caught in the rain?

I find it to be enjoyed from the inside, sitting by the window, wrapped in a soft blanket and sipping a warm beverage. Getting caught in the rain results in cold clothes chilling you to the very bone. Wet hair, a mess on your head. Catching a cold. I could go on and on, listing reasons for my preference to stay indoors, but I can already see you rolling your eyes at me, telling me how much I am missing out on.

Your boots are muddy whenever you step through the door, not realizing the mess you've made in your urgency to tell me about your newest adventure. You are a child of the forest, constantly searching for new discoveries to be made, plants to study, animals to talk to. I can see why people compare you to your silver haired brother a lot. It is when you enthusiastically show me the flowers you picked for me, when you take my hands into your still dirty ones, fingernails almost black, when you recount the tales he has told you about the magic slumbering inside each little organism in this world, that I see a great deal of him in you.

I do not enjoy getting caught in the rain and yet, the rain always finds its way to me — through you.

It finds me through the coldness of your clothes on my body when you hug me and spin me around so carelessly upon returning from your daily explorations. I can still feel the wetness on my skin as I am writing this.

It finds me through your usually so vibrant auburn hair that is now several shades darker on my pillow when you rest your head on it. Even when I help you dry it with the towel your brother Carnistir embroidered for you ages ago, you look regal. I could admire the way it messily frames your freckled face for hours.

It finds me through evenings spent huddled together in front of the fireplace, your adorable nose running from having spent too much time out in the cold. I have lost count of how many times I have warned you to put on more appropriate clothing or wrapped an extra scarf around your neck before seeing you out and yet, the rain sends you back to me with that runny nose almost every time.

You are a wild one, always looking for adventures waiting around the corner while I prefer the comfort of our chambers, watching you jump around in the mud on the courtyard, tilting your head towards the cloudy sky. Your heartfelt laugh reaches my ears every time, no matter now loudly the rain is falling.

I do not enjoy getting caught in the rain and yet, I have grown to appreciate it more than I would like to admit — through you.

Because I know it brings out that shimmer in your eyes, that warmth and happiness of your nature, more than anything else.

And so, whenever I wake up tangled in your embrace, your nimble fingers mindlessly drawing patterns on my skin, I make sure to listen for the sound of raindrops hitting the windows. And when they do, I cannot help the smile creeping onto my face, especially when you mirror it so happily, knowing the forest is calling out to you once again.

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[maedhrosiseverything2me]

Y/N & the Twins singing a tiktok trend Somewhere in himring.

Y/N: oaoaoaoaoaoaoa, meow

Amrod: maw

Y/N: meow

Amras: maw

Maglor joining them: ✨la la la lala✨

Y/N: meow

Celegorm, dangling from some tree: maw

Y/N: meow

Curufin sitting under the same tree: maw

Caranthir appearing from nowhere: ✨la la la lala✨

Maedhros, already tired of their sh!t: please, just shot me already

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[doodle-pops]

Puppy Love

A/N: A little bit of fluff for the holidays :)

Words: 600

“Hey, where are you looking? Keep your eyes on me,” he whispered, his lips hovering just above yours, his voice commanding and gentle all at once.

You couldn’t deny that you had a tendency to avoid making eye contact with him. It was an intense experience that never failed to make you feel flustered. He had noticed this quirk of yours and took every opportunity to lock his gaze with yours, just to watch you stumble over your words and witness the bashful expression that would invariably spread across your cheeks. He found it endearing, and it became something of a playful game between you two.

His fingers reached out to pinch your cheeks between his larger hands, playfully squishing them together. He made it his mission to help you learn to maintain eye contact, but the task proved to be a challenge. So, he resorted to another tactic.

Peering at you from beneath his long lashes, his eyes took on a darker shade, focusing intensely on you. You felt the sensation of his gaze like a physical weight, and you bit your lip to resist the urge to look away. His hand on your chin held your head firmly in place, but despite his efforts, you blinked rapidly, trying to alleviate the intensity building inside you.

He couldn’t help but grin victoriously as he observed your struggle. “Eye on me, stars,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and mischief.

You gulped, aware that you were teetering on the edge of surrender. You longed to wipe that triumphant smirk off his face. For five more seconds, you held your gaze, determined not to give in. But eventually, you shifted your vision elsewhere, and he chuckled, releasing his hold on your chin.

Throwing his head back, he howled with laughter into the night sky, leaving you scowling in his direction, albeit under your breath. “I win. That last piece of cake is mine. I told you, you couldn’t beat me,” he declared, reaching for the final slice of marble cake and sliding the plate toward him.

“Whatever. It’s not my fault you have such beautiful eyes,” you grumbled, pausing midway through your disappointment to glance at him.

“Oh, come on. Didn’t you want to win the cake? I’m offering to share. Just one bite…” His smile widened as he enjoyed your sullen demeanour. He knew you wouldn’t stay like this for long; you just needed a little incentive.

His eyes flicked over to your sullen expression and pouting lips, and he couldn’t help but smile. Turning in his seat, he cut a small portion of his cake and wiggled the fork towards you. “Say ah…” He held a fork with a piece of cake poised before your lips.

Still sulking, you turned your head in the opposite direction, unwilling to share in his victory cake.

Setting the plate aside, he rested his hands on either side of your chair and leaned in to kiss your cheek. The moment his lips met your skin, you turned your head in disgust, prompting him to move to your lips. You squealed in protest, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. Your hands came up to cover your mouth, but he was undeterred. His hands moved to tickle your sides, causing your hands to drop and allowing his mouth to claim yours for a swift kiss.

“Are you done sulking, love, or are you going to pout some more because my eyes are beautiful?” he teased.

“As a matter of fact, yes, I have,” you replied, a mischievous glint in your eye, “but now I’m ready to beat you for good.” With that, you launched out of your seat, chasing him through the backyard of his parents’ house. The sound of your laughter filled the air, a joyful chorus that reached the ears of his parents, who sat nearby, smiling at the happiness their son had found.

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[twailia2455]

Sneak peak at something I may end up writing🙂

It was a calm and twinkling time under the stars like always. They were where you got your life force as all of the elder did at this time not yet knowing of a sun or a moon. Through the woods there was a cool breeze sifting through your hair as you wandered through the trees and moss in that ancient forest. It was the sleep cycle; most people took their rest in these hours and so you were out . Time alone is hard to come by as a princess, especially with a people as dynamic and connected as yours. Your horse was trotting along content with the state of scenery. The trees loved all animals and guarded them from the wretched and foul foes when they could. You went further and further into the placid trees that wove their arms of safety all around. Who would be out here if they were bad anyways?

He needed an escape. That should be easy enough in a place as vast and untrodden as this but with enemies all around and a foreign terrain alone time was far less peaceful that it was dubious. Alone time now meant truly alone, at a time not so long ago yet so unreachable it meant side by side with a brother. They’d managed to cross the relentless ocean together just to ripped apart at the shore. Burning ships and gleaming swords. No. He couldn’t think about it. He was out here to get away from the egregious pain that came with proximity to his brothers. They ones that were left and so different. If he had somewhere to run off to he probably would. I’d he couldn’t have his family whole and united he wasn’t sure he wanted the scraps at all. It sounded bad but in every one of their faces his own grief stared back at him. Through wading grass and encasing trees he wandered. Their arms welcoming him into the forest like they did at home. Whatever dangers we’re out here probably weren’t as terrifying as the empty seats at the dinner table. Who ever was out here anyways?

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[eunoiaastralwings]

What about headcanons of the Feanorians walking in on their S/O singing and dancing alone? 👀

characters feanorians x gn readers

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n here you are hun i hope you like it @eldritch-dad

warnings celegorm -lmao what do you expect? Some very light nswf for the others

FEANOR

With Feanor seeing you dancing and singing— he would take a seat and watch you. He would watch you intensely until you can FEEL that stare on you. If you turn into a flustered mess and stop, he would tease or even — "Oh— don't stop on my account, dearest. You looked rather divine." He would get and snake his arm around your waist slowly— so he gets to feel —and move you to the way he desires— your body would be fleshed up against his body— face inches apart and gaze into your eyes. He loves seeing you get all flustered and looking away as he holds you and dancing like this. He would ask you to sing the song again — and delights when you stutter sometimes — he loves he has this effect on you — even when it's just dancing.

PRE-ANGBAND MAEDHROS

When Mae walks into seeing you in your own world— humming a tune or singing to yourself and freely moving— for a second he'll forget how to breathe—you looked so beautiful and mesmerizing to him. He would lean against the door frame and just watch you for a few more minutes— then he would slowly make his way to you and gently take your hands in his hand from behind— pull your back against his front and sway the both of you to the beat of the song you're singing to, a little spin here or there— “You look breathtaking, my love. Let me join you. . .” — he would place a tender kiss on your hair or forehead and place your head on his chest.

MAGLOR

He’s all about class when it comes to singing or dancing — he would probably hear you first. Then— follow the sound of your voice, like you’re a siren and he’s your prey— but the second he sees you the roles get reversed. Maglor would creep up so quietly— he would surprise you a little. He’ll sing the same song— adding his own edge to it and then make you come into his arms— slowly like he’s putting you under a spell with his voice. It would be slow and almost magical they way you dance — he'll lead you into steps you never knew before and you won’t have to be afraid because he’s moving you - you would feel like you’re floating and he puts all the work into it. He won’t say anything- just sing and keeps eye contact with you throughout the dance.

CELEGORM 

If you plan on getting caught singing or dancing by Celegorm — I wish you good luck and I hope you know what you’re getting yourself in to. When Celegorm sees you dancing and singing to yourself as if no ones watching— he’s going to have the biggest smirk on his face — watching you move and stretch — stirring his desires awake very easily. He would stalk over to you like predator and instantly pull you into his arms and keeping you pressed against him— hearing you yelp would only delight him turn him on further. “Looks like my kitten wants to dance. . . Hmm — I’ll show something more fun” - he would insist on you to keep singing as he starts kissing your neck — brutalizing it and running his hands over you sensually — miss a beat or mess up, he’ll tease you without mercy— except a few spanks too — the both of you either end up in bed or he takes you against the nearest wall — probably the latter.

CARANTHIR

Oh this baby —when he sees you dancing and singing alone, he would shyly stand near the door and watch you. You would need to coax him into dancing, he would say no and deny it several times, but pay no need, it’s all an act— it’s not something he always enjoyed because there’s a lot of closeness and touching involved that’s either too overwhelming— or he thinks it’s unnecessary. But the minute he holds you close and he started to understand why couples like to dance. Cara would pull you closer without thinking — expect him to blush a lot at this. He might grow a little stiff — but a single caressing touch or a little more singing can relax his muscles — slowly but surely he’ll start swaying you side to side. Poor Cara would die on the inside— if you decide to place your head on his chest. With Cara when it comes to dancing, everything is just slow and tender; he would breathe in your scent- it’s just the both of you dancing — alone, as if the rest of the world melted away.

CURUFIN

With Curufin, am afraid— you have to do most of the dancing by yourself. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it— he doesn’t like to be seen doing something so lovey dovey and look weak—even in front of you and it’s nothing productive either. Curufin would just like to watch you dance— maybe tap the rhythm. But if you keep insisting— pleading with him— he might or might not crack a little— depending on his mood and the type of day and take a few steps with you, but that would be it. Afterwards, he might even hold you or hold your hand, but nothing more - if he’s really feeling it - he might take the act to the bedroom - where things can get productive.

AMROD

For Amrod to see you dancing and singing — it would have to be in the evening or just before bed — a time when he's away from his schedule and has some free time. He would stand there — under the spell of your beauty — it would take him a moment to recover because you’re looking like an angel to him. Amrod would be there like — ‘Oh my Eru, that’s my lover!’ — like he can’t believe how lucky he is. You would have to turn around and tease him — for him to break free of the trance and run into your arms — he would instantly spin you around with him— “If you wanted to dance with me — you should have just said so.” — wink — oh he will try to turn this around— and make you a flustering mess — only fair he gets his revenge — time for him to hypnotize you.

ARMAS

When Amras sees you dancing and singing without him — he'll immediately run up and scoop you into his arms and spin you around —you wouldn't get the time to react, it happens all too quickly. One minute you're in your own world dancing alone to your own song, the next you're suddenly lifted off the ground and spun around. A lot of laughing and giggling — “We're dancing? — why didn't you tell me? I want to dance too!”

CELEBRIMBOR

Unlike his father — Celebrimbor would love to dance with you and isn't afraid to show it. He'll be a little shy — however. The last time he danced was years ago — when he was a little elfling standing on his mother's feet as she took careful gentle steps. When he seeing you on your own, like that — he dearly misses his mother, it reminds of how she used to sing and dance like there was no one else in the room. You have to slowly pull him towards you — take the first few steps until he learns to lead and dance with you — quietly humming to the song you're singing too. As shy as he is— he isn't afraid to pull you closer and rest his chin on the top of your head and step side to side swaying you gently — with all the chaos in his life you truly are his one source of peace and happiness.

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[lovefairymina]

Amrod, your ammë is so wonderful and so beautiful?! Like, her smile, her eyes, her laugh? She's one of the loveliest elves I have seen! Now I get where you and your brothers get your good looks from ;)

“Yes, indeed. She is beautiful, but I might have to disagree with you on something, I'm the more handsome twin. My brother wishes he was as handsome as I,” he proudly boasted while flexing his arms to show off his biceps and pushing his hair back to reveal his beautiful face.

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {amrod} #amrod x you #amrod imagine #amrod x reader #amrod #ambarussa #pitafinwe #feanorians #house of feanor #middle earth imagine

[silmawensgarden]

XIX - THE SUN CH.8

CH.8 Shenanigans of a higher rank

Fëanorians x GN Modern Reader Sub pairing in CH8: Amras x Reader x Amrod

wordcount: 1k (A short one due to exams.)

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Oftentimes we say the more the merrier, though now imagine what that would turn into with two mischievous twins and a poor soul who got involved with their schemes without even a moment to reconsider.  The more the merrier…..

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A fine summer morning once again graces you. Sun is shining, birds are singing, and the twins are scheming. You were still asleep peacefully when the Ambarussa snuck out. No one else was awake yet either. Even Celegorm, which is extremely uncharacteristic of him.

The grass is filled with dewdrops and everything looks so fresh. The heat of the day hasn’t kicked in yet. Amrod and Amras were outside in the herb garden, plucking away at some flowers and herbs. They had picked up an injured baby bird earlier. It had fallen out of it’s nest somewhere and had hopped under a bush in the garden.

They walked back to the house quietly, setting their plans in motion with a shared look. Creeping up the stairs towards your room. They walk in quietly. You were still asleep. Amrod opened a window for fresh air. The air in your room had gotten really stuffy from the heat the past days. You hadn’t been able to open any windows due to the huge swarms of wasps during the day. At this hour there was no risk of getting any wasps in the room. So it was the perfect opportunity.

Some small fragrant flowers were put in a vase on your bedside table. Ambarussa sat on your bed, one by your head the other by your knees. Amras put the baby bird on top of your head. It was rather content with just sitting there. To them you looked adorable with the bird on your head. And if it was possible they would’ve loved to keep you like that for a little while longer.

But for their plans to work they’d need you to be awake. Since Amras was the one sitting beside your head, he was the one to gently wake you up from your slumber. You woke up just a little. “Five more minutes….please..” You said. Spending so much time with the Fëanorians was exhausting, more than you’d like to admit.  You didn’t get your five minutes sadly.

Both Amras and Amrod started to still gently coax you out of your bed. After a few tries you finally gave in. You opened your eyes to two redheads on your bed. Within a few more moments you became aware of the baby bird on your head.  “Why is there a bird on my head..?” You asked with a small voice. You were careful not to move much, you didn’t want to squish it. “We found it injured under a bush. We’ll release it once its better.” Amrod replied. Amras picked the bird up and placed it on one of the extra cushions on your bed. The bird seemed to be snoozing.

The three of you got up and out of your room. Downstairs they spilled the beans on wanting to mess with their brothers for the day. Why? Boredom and wanting things to feel more normal. Back in Arda they used to tease and mess with their brothers a lot, everyone was in on some shenanigans towards another. It was a family thing almost. And who better to help them than you?

You were a bit shocked. You knew they were mischievous, but to flat out ask you to help them create chaos? That’s news to you. “Eh…that heavily depends on what you are planning. I love a good tease, but nothing harmful.” You said.

They shared a look between each other and pouted. Apparently the mischief they had originally planned was of a higher rank than allowed. “if you’d like we can go the classic petty route..?”

This caught their attention. “We can put salt in Caranthir’s coffee.” You suggested. “It might just curb his caffeine addiction of 8 cups or more a day.” You laughed. You were happy that Caranthir found something enjoyable in this modern world, but too much caffeine was bad too. Worse was that none knew if caffeine affected elves the same as humans.

After the initial idea the three of you brainstormed for a while on what kind of shenanigans to make reality. You at last settled on first putting salt in Caranthir’s coffee, second retuning Maglor’s harp to be just slightly out of alignment to piss him off, third hiding Maedhros’ hair oil which results in his curly hair looking like something exploded in it.  Most of these are truly petty jokes, but at least no one actually gets hurt this way.

How it went? Well 50/50 ish.

Caranthir exploded and started raging about having the person’s head for ruining his morning coffee. Better not say it was you who added the salt. He looked ready to kill.

Maglor was annoyed at the tuning of his harp the whole day. Amras tuned in a way that each time Maglor tries to put it right he ends up twisting it too far, he’ll have to tune it in a quiet room alone because of the multitude of strings that were tampered with. Safe to say there were no lengthy harp solos today.  

Maedhros was unamused but seemingly used to having the twins steal or hide things from him. He unfortunately walked around with poofy and hard to detangle hair for a few hours before he struck a bargain with the twins.

The twins were already planning the next attack shortly after Maedhros’ scolding. This time they wanted to attack Celegorm, who also spends a long time getting his hair up to his personal beauty standard. But that would be for next time.

The shenanigans for today were luckily over. Though you were now worried that you might one day also be one of their victims in stead of their partner in crime.  You hoped that day wouldn’t come anytime soon.

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[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being a pirate in Middle Earth

(Anon I’m so sorry. From my lack of creativity, I made up dumb scenarios with quotes I cherry picked from youtube. I do have one serious so I hope you like this dumpster fire) 

Requested by Anonymous

Warnings: Pretty much none on the first part. Only Amrod is gonna have rough time. Most is jack sparrow like but the last one is Barbossa. 

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-What happens when you pick up a washed-up pirate from a beach? Nothing good, especially if that pirate’s last name is Sparrow. The feanorians learned that the hard way with all the nonsense you caused when you woke up. 

Maedhros

*How you first met*

You: So, let me get this straight. You start murdering our kin, stole their boats, abandoned your other kin who helped you murder our other kin, then proceeded to burn to the boats which might had not burned your youngest brother alive? 

Maedhros: Uhm

You: Wow, and people tell me I’m stupid. Do you have any idea what you did when you burned those boats? 

Maedhros: I know it was wrong, but it was my father’s orders. 

You: Well, your father was an idiot because all the peaceful bonds and treaties you wished to have here on Middle Earth are not gonna happen because burning those ships marked you as the enemy of the Eldar and the sea. They’re protected by an honor code even we the pirates follow. So, what you technically did is that you told everyone you’re a bunch of orcs. 

Maedhros: … shit. 

You: Heh, how odd that we, the so-called foul pirates, have more honor than you. 

*You helping him and Fingon escape Angband with unimaginable means* 

Maedhros: This is either madness or brilliance

You: It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide

*You about his hand* 

You: Don’t be sad about it. You can now have a hook you can poke eyes with. Did you know there are sea creatures such as starfish that can grow their limbs back? 

Maedhros: …

Maglor

*Maglor talking about something* 

You: You know, your singing is good as a siren’s. It’s gonna kill me if it doesn’t shut up. 

*When he’s having a rough time* 

You: Close your eyes and pretend it's a bad dream. That's how I get by. 

Celegorm

*While in Nargothrtond*

You: Elf, Your dog has more honor than you and knows how to be a gentleman, unlike you. Which reminds me?

You: *Kneel in front of Huan, holding his paw*

You: Would you like to join my crew, mate?

Huan: *Barks*

Celegorm: What? You can’t just ask my dog to be a pirate. 

You: And you can’t just force a princess to stay in the tower like a prisoner and force her to marry you, especially when she said no. 

Celegorm: …

*When the silmaril quest was over*

Celegorm: That didn’t end well. Hey, where’s Huan?!

You and Huan: * Standing on a ship. Huan wearing a hat and an eye patch, holding a knife in his mouth*

Huan: *Staring with a judgy look* Arhhhg

Curufin

*When you kept him prisoner after attacking Luthien* 

Curufin: Hey, you can’t just leave me here tied up!

You:*walking away* You'll broke free moments ago. You have just been waiting for a chance to jump me. 

You: *Turning around to block his attack* 

You: See

*Talking about saving and stuff* 

You: If it ever came to that I would have to choose either you, your brother, or the dog. I'll take the dog. 

Caranthir

*When arguing something later and succeeding now* 

Caranthir: You actually were telling the truth. 

You: I do that quite a lot yet people are always surprised. 

*When Caranthir did something to the rum*

You: Why is the rum gone?!

Mairon 

*When saving Beren and Finrod* 

You: Me, I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly ---stupid. 

Melkor

*When you got a jar of dirt*

You: Look what I got. I got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt and guess what's inside it!

*When you make an escape* 

You: "You'll always remember this is the day that you almost caught --- Captain (Name) Sparrow!" *Makes an epic escape* 

Amrod

-He had jumped off into the sea when his family had set the boats on fire. He tried to scream for them to stop and tell them he was there, but they did not hear him. He had nowhere else to run, so he had to jump through the fire into the water. 

-He suffered terrible burns, which burned and stung harder than any blade. The pain was deep and agonizing, making it nearly impossible for him to stay on the surface, and when he tried to swim toward the land, the current suddenly swept him away. 

-He panicked when the land became more distant from his reach, and he didn’t have any energy to swim. 

-He was on the brink of drowning. He kicked his feet as hard as possible, but it only fastened his energy loss, and he was submerged under the water. 

-He thought it was the end for him as his lungs began to fill with water, making him feel even further pain before they became numb. 

-His mind nearly fell into darkness till he heard something heavy, and something suddenly yanked him out of the water. 

-He was thrown against a stern deck, and water gushed out of his lungs, making him cough and slough over the floor. His lungs gasped for air, and his mind awakened back to reality. 

-He was frightened when he saw his rescues. They were elves yet looked vicious and wore clothing no ordinary sailors wore during their journeys. It didn’t help when they sneered down on him, calling him a burned-wet rat and an orc. 

-He took a quick look around the ship, which was ten times bigger than the ships his family used to sail across the sea. The mast stood tall, carrying haunting black sails, and there were round metal constructs that looked like weapons of sorts. 

-His attention was brought back when his rescuers pushed him in a sneering tone. Amrod thought about all the stories he heard as an elfling about the sea and knew from them that he was dealing with pirates– real pirates. 

-They demanded to know if he was part of the burning of the swan ships since he possessed red hair. He didn’t dare the answer till they forcefully picked him up and took him to what seemed to be a captain’s cabin. 

-They pushed through the door, and there you sat, feeding a strange four feet creature with a long tail that screeched at him. 

-Your crew members talked about their suspicions about him to you, and you calmly listened and looked at him. 

-Amrod tried to hold up a calm face, but even though you were an elf, there was something strange and eerie about you. 

-You spoke softly to him, asking if he was hurting and if he would like to have a warm change of clothes. Amrod didn’t know how to answer– he felt reluctant even though the burns on his body were hurting. 

-You softly smiled at him and asked your crew members to bandage him up and give him dry clothes so you could have a proper discussion later. 

-Amrod felt hesitant, but when his wounds were treated and he got out of wet clothes and given time to rest, his body shut down from exhaustion. And he was glad just to have some rest even though he was on a pirate ship. 

-He felt odd the next time he woke up. The crew still treated him suspiciously, and when you invited him for dinner, he didn’t dare to refuse, so he accepted. 

-You spoke softly to him, letting him eat first. You apologized for the rough treatment and explained about the swan ships. 

-It was a prominent rule in the sea to never attack swan ships for they were considered neutral and were your kin. Attacking and burning swan-resembling ships will mark an orc or an enemy, so you stayed around when you saw several swan ships burning at the shore. 

-You discovered the heinous act was done by a group of elves, so you and your crew had been agitated by the news. 

-You asked if he knew about it, and Amrod hesitated, knowing what might come if he told you what he and his family had done to get the swan ships. He didn’t know why they were burned, but having heard such a sacred rule. He knew he wasn’t in a good situation. 

-Amrod decided to play ignorant, but he tensed when he saw you look at him strangely like you knew he wasn’t telling the truth. Your monkey only hissed at him. 

-You then started telling him a little story about you and your crew. How you sailed around the sea and resisted the orcs from the shore. How you found a treasure and how there was a curse of death and lies. 

-You told him how lying was a bad habit and how many end up as the victim of their own consequences before you offed him an apple. 

-Amrod acted out of his brashness, taking a knife and striking you in the chest. You staggered back, taking out the knife, looking unaffected. Amrod paled at his mistake and how you didn’t seem to bleed. 

-” I’m curious. After killing me, what was it that you planned on doing next?” You held the bloodied knife, looking at him with a sinister grin. 

-Amrod tried to leave, but when he got outside. He was faced with the crew, who looked like walking corpses, screeching at him and doing their chores under Tillion’s light. 

-He was struck with terror. He had never seen anything so horrifying in his life. He tried to hide, but even your monkey was a walking corpse, screeching out of his hiding place. 

-You grabbed him and made him look at your crew. 

-You explained to him the curse that made you undead and how the moonlight showed your true form before making him look at you. 

-You told him how long you have been unable to quench your thirst and starved yourself, unable to die. You told him how felt nothing and showed your arm, which turned dead and rotten under the moon. Amrod backed away in fright. 

-” You better start believing in ghost stories, little elf,” You said, showing your true form, which was a rotten skeleton. “You’re in one!” You said. 

-Amrod watched in horror when you opened a bottle of rum, drinking it which flowed through your bones and withered clothes. 

-Amrod ran inside, and you mashed the bottle while closing the door, laughing with your crew. Amrod was hiding in a corner, holding his knees and hoping the nightmare would end soon.

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