#arafinwe x reader

[elficially-done-with-life]

Not Useless

Pairing: Finarfin x reader

Summary: Finarfin goes to meet his family. Later, the Reader finds him crying in the garden.

Warnings: Insecurities, I'm not the biggest fan of Finwë and it shows

A/N: First of all I would like to tag @batsyforyou (I hope I did this right, I never did this on tumblr before) and then I would like you to know, that right now I really LOVE Finarfin, so there are going to be more fics with him in the future. If anyone of you has a certain idea of just something you would like to see in a Finarfin x reader fic, just write it in the comments or in a reblog. Anyways, hope you enjoy this!

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When you woke up in the afternoon, you felt a little better than before.

Since yesterday morning you had been plagued by a dry throat and a running nose and that morning you had felt so bad that you hadn't even been able to get out of bed properly.

So Finarfin, whom you had been courting for several months now, had gone to the feast with his family alone.

At first he hadn't wanted to leave you alone in this state, but in the end you had convinced him to go.

However, you had to promise your beloved Arafinwë that you would send someone after him as soon as you felt too unwell.

You didn't know how much time had passed since Finarfin had left, but it must have been several hours.

Carefully, you sat up in your warm bed and realised with relief that the dizziness that had plagued you a few hours ago had passed.

You decided that some fresh air would certainly do you good and slowly got up.

You went to the wardrobe and pulled out one of Finarfin's cloaks and wrapped yourself in it. The cloak was a little too long at the back, but you didn't care. You would walk carefully anyway, just in case you got dizzy again. Besides, it was more important for you to have some of your Finarfin with you now. Satisfied, you breathed in the scent of his cloak and made your way outside.

There was a large garden behind the house, where Finarfin and you often went on picnics or where he planted new flowers every week because they reminded him of your beauty.

The warm summer breeze flowed through your hair and you immediately felt more alive.

But this feeling was immediately interrupted by something that made your heart sink.

A little ahead of you, Finarfin was sitting on a small white marble staircase with his back to you, which is why he hadn't discovered you yet, sobbing loudly.

As you stepped closer to him, you could see that he had buried his face in his hands and his shoulders were shivering terribly.

You knew the shivering wasn't from the cold, but you took the cloak off your shoulders and wrapped it around his.

He looked up, startled. Tears were running down his cheeks and there was a look in his eyes that broke your heart.

You had always seen something sad in Finarfin's eyes, as if he was carrying an invisible burden that he was not yet ready to tell you about, but that was nothing compared to the desperate and sad expression that now shone in his eyes now.

"Arafinwë?" you asked softly and sank down on the step next to him. Finarfin's cheeks coloured slightly and he pressed his lips into a thin line. Then he whispered softly, "I am sorry. I did not want you to see me like this."

You let out a surprised noise. "What are you talking about? Did you sit out here so I would not notice you crying?" you asked, shocked.

Finarfin nodded and another tear made its way down his cheek. You reached out your hand to catch the tear.

"Why?" you asked softly. "You are my dearest Arafinwë! I love you and when you are feeling bad, I want to help and make things better. After all, that is what you always do when I am feeling bad."

At these words, Finarfin looked at you with a gentle gaze and gently took your hands in his. "Vanimelda," he whispered and gently kissed both of your hands. "It is not that I do not trust you my love. It is more that I- " He paused briefly. "What I am saying is that ever since I was little, I have felt that I am not enough."

You could see that it was difficult for him to admit this. He continued: "People have always seen me as the little brother of Fëanáro or Ñolofinwë. But you never. With you, I always had the feeling of being alive, free from the chains of my family's expectations. But you had never seen me weak either. I was not sure how you would react if you realised how useless I really am!"

"Arafinwë!" you shouted angrily and he winced slightly. Tears ran freely down his cheeks again and he sniffled. You carefully stretched out your arms and gently wrapped them around him until his head was resting softly on your chest, you had one arm wrapped around his shoulders and were stroking the sun-coloured hair you loved so much with the other.

Then you whispered softly as tears welled up in your own eyes: "You are not useless and I never want to hear you call yourself that again! I do not know what happened to make you feel that way, but you are not."

Finarfin scrunched up his nose and let out a wet laugh. "I think my mother would like you very much," he said quietly. "She is the only one in my family who never wanted to make me feel like I had to be more than I am, but even with her I always felt like I had to do something great to make her proud, even if she always told me I was good the way I am."

"She sounds great," you whispered softly. "Like a person I would like to meet."

Then there was a brief silence before you asked, "Was it your father who made you feel that way today?"

Finarfin nodded faintly. "He gave a speech before we ate in which he said how proud he was of all his children. He spoke longest about Fëanáro and Ñolofinwë. But he also mentioned Findis and Írimë and talked about their achievements. Only me - he did not even mention me. When my mother and Ñolofinwë asked him about it after dinner, they had no idea that I was listening, my father said he would only mention me when I had done something worth mentioning."

Your heart beat faster with anger. How could anyone be so unfair? "Now listen to me," you said in a firm tone. "Your father is an idiot if he thinks you cannot do anything outstanding. I have rarely seen anyone as gentle and good-natured as you and who cares as much about others as you do. Anyone who has you in their life is very lucky because you are the best person I know. The way you feel for others is unique and makes you such a wonderful person. The most wonderful person in the world, in my eyes."

You made him look at you and rested your forehead against his. "And even if that was not the case, it is incredibly cruel of him to judge his children by what they have achieved in their lives. He should love you all equally, after all, that is what a father is there for."

Finafin's eyes lit up in a way you had never seen before. For a moment you were afraid you had said something that had hurt him, but then he smiled gently.

"I think," he said, "I have just fallen in love with all over again."

He pressed his lips gently to yours and you let yourselves sink backwards to the floor. Finarfin gently stroked your hair and arms as your legs intertwined and whispered words of love against your lips.

#finarfin x reader #finarfin #arafinwe x reader #arafinwe #finweans #house of finwe #tolkien x reader #x reader #tolkien #elves x reader #silmarillion x reader #silm #fluff #silm x reader #silmarillion

[doodle-pops]

Love in the Moonlight

Finrod x reader

Kinktober 2023: Mirror Kink

Warnings: fem!reader, mirror kink, some worshipping elements, soft! Finrod, soft sex

Words: 1.9k

Synopsis: “For some who possess the capability to distinguish the differences between light and darkness when painting,” he began, dragging his fingers tantalisingly down the centre of your spine until he cupped your waist, “and manipulate them into bewitching artworks, I find it insulting when you cannot recognise the same with your beauty.”

List of Requests

“For some who possess the capability to distinguish the differences between light and darkness when painting,” he began, dragging his fingers tantalisingly down the centre of your spine until he cupped your waist, “and manipulate them into bewitching artworks, I find it insulting when you cannot recognise the same with your beauty.”

There it was, the look of astonishment on your face, the light in your eyes which reflected the inner beauty you fought to keep hidden, ashamed that he would be dishonoured by it. How wicked was your recent husband since the start of your turmoil tonight? The ridiculous mirror he positioned at the far corner of the room, ostentatiously mocking you from the day you first saw it, now reflected his admired image. You could see the sweat running down his temple, clinging to his lightly golden tresses and turning them into a dark sunflower shade as he turned his focus on the panting and wide–eyed version of yourself.

Being forced to admire your beauty with the same compassion you treat your art pieces was foul; art was art, and you were nothing close to the magnificent masterpieces you produced. How difficult was it for him to understand such?

“Yes, I fell in love with your outstanding personality, however, it was your beauty that enamoured me at first,” explained Finrod. His lips were covering the shell of your ear, trembling as he restrained himself from indulging in the perfection your heat had to offer. Being newlyweds had its perks and frolicking in the bliss of intimacy was his number one enjoyment. He could not contain himself from revelling in the sweet embrace you held him in upon every entry; like you were always expecting him.

Finding the urge to scoff was impossible with the unorthodox position you rested in, most of your upper weight was resting on your shoulders as you lay face down on the carpet. Not the preferred position Finrod enjoyed whenever he was making love, but it was necessary, otherwise, it was persuading you to hang the mirror on the ceiling. It was one unwanted conversation to have in such perilous times.

“Where are your thoughts, my love?” he asked and gave a gentle sigh, eliciting a sharp intake of breath at the sudden movement of his cock rubbing along your walls. For most of the night, he took his time arousing you and cockwarming while mapping out your body like a canvas—him and his newly discovered self–control ability.

There was a moment of silence as your thoughts scattered across your brain and left you paralysed. Of all times to go brainless, now wasn’t the rightest. So, without further ado, you managed to reply through your teeth, seething. “They’re right here, meleth.”

Tongue in cheek, he pouted like a kicked puppy; not the response he sought. Disappointment surged through his veins at the route he had to take in order to prove his point. With hasty movements, he pried you into his arm and soon your back was pressed against his chest, kneeling before the mirror and exposing your entire body. The abruptness of his suddenness left the weight of his cock pressing salaciously against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud cry of his name and your fingers gripping his forearms.

The cry of his name never failed to amaze him; such beauty behind your tone and pitch as you produced a song only he would be able to create using your body as his instrument.

A hand bound around your waist and the other gripping your chin to face the mirror, he resumed the rolling of his hips, building a tempo and gradually increasing.

“Open those pretty eyes for me, nin lóth,” he desired as his lips remained fixated near your ear, panting as the pleasure was driving him wild. There was a fine line between him wanting to ravish you but also wanting to show you your worth and magnificence. “Look at how spectacular you appear as you come undone.”

There was no power in this world capable of defying the tongue of Finrod, not even you who played hard to get in the beginning. A sweet tongue, rich in honey and sharp as silver, became your reason for madness. Hence your inability to deny his command, you opened your eyes and met his gazing at your form with adoration. All the honey and nectar in this world were placed in his eyes as he marvelled at your ethereal presence in his arms; the reason for driving him insane with want and devotion. The only woman he would get down on his knees and worship the very ground you walked.

If only you could stop doubting what he saw.

“Accept it,” softly he chanted and placed a kiss upon the tip of your ear, loving the shudder. “There is beauty in everything…but you hold the most. Look at how easily you make me come undone. No other holds a candle to your flame…only you could make me...”

His voice lingered with the aftermath of his vocalisation in the background as he seductively tossed his head back, revealing his swan–like neck. There was no denying that your eyes could not be removed from his holy trance. You had never noticed how much he became lost in the act of making love. This was all you; your body and hidden goddess abilities made him fold and combust, lose all restraints. No other ever genuinely made you feel so powerful as he did; you could spend eternity watching as he took you and lost himself in pleasure.

And you were fortunate that his unawareness, despite the urge to shut your eyes and allow them to roll into your skull from the out–of–body thrusts he was delivering, granted you a showstopping performance.

The soft tapping of his balls hitting your cunt followed by the repetitive sliding of his cock through your walls all led to his obviousness and your pot of gold. With each glide, your body surged forward, only held back by his arm bound to your body. The sensation of his sweaty chest against yours, feeling the ripple of his muscles from all his days of battle and faint scars aided the growing bliss. What started off as a repulsive act became glorious for you both. Your eyes couldn’t leave his face, falling in love all over with the parting of his lips and the moonlit image of where you connected. Gloriously did the moonlight shine through the sheer curtains he hung earlier; now you understood his purpose.

Love in the moonlight. An act of making love he recently came to enjoy after your first night together, claiming that no other light highlighted your spellbinding beauty like the moon.

Reaching a hand upwards and struggling to entangle in his hair, once you managed and leaned your back against his chest for his head to rest against yours, you called out to him. “F–Finrod, you look so fucking beautiful,” you hiccupped as the drove into your cunt faster at the sudden praise.

An echo of laughter erupted, and his hands gripped your chin to tilt your head upwards, bringing about an arch in your spine. It was perfect to witness the little flickers of stars in your glossy eyes—something he rather stare into compared to Lady Varda’s creation. You surpassed and outdid her creations, you were a painter after all. Everything designed and of you was perfection.

“Do you accept, ah—” he hissed, being cut off by the sudden heat pooling in his stomach as the pressure rose for him. “D–Do you accept that it is your b–beauty which becomes me?” he pants.

Unable to reply and only gaze frantically into his eyes as your orgasm was approaching in sync with his, you grunted and whined. In response, he leaned over you to bestow a sloppy kiss, stealing the very air you breathed from your lungs like the thief he was. His tongue pried your lips open the same way his cock rolled and nudged your sweet spot, gentle knocking for permission to offer devilry. A common trait you understood all males of the house possessed. Wickedness was all his kiss delivered. His tongue commanded yours like his cock did to your body and urged your orgasm to meet his, wanting to include a touch of romance in this insidious action.

Rolling and flicking his tongue against yours, he displayed his mastery with his favourite instrument, or rather yours, increasing the sensation throughout your body and driving your pulse into erraticism. Everything made perfect sense as the series of events played out, and it was due to the unmistakable charm of your husband. Some natural inhumane gift only he alone was gifted. What was it that made simple actions appear and feel different?

The unconditional devotedness he held for you.

Regardless, it wasn’t impossible to recognise it as you felt the waves of pleasure surmount its usual levels and meet his in a tumultuous dance before all became clear, warm and fuzzy. His kiss softened, and now light pecks scattered while those hands released their hold and felt your erratic pulse and vibration. It was as though he was the master painter and no longer you.

Collapsed on the floor in a mess of legs and sweaty bodies, he still hovered over you, resting on his forearms. His eyes held a softer glow, the hue returning to their sparkle of blue while a rosy blush covered his cheeks, melting them under the magical moonlight. Trailing his fingers across your face to your chest, drawing lazy intricate patterns upon your skin, there were unspoken words and things unclear. Yet, there was also peace of mind and bliss with belief and satisfaction.

“Are you—” he paused to gather intel on the right choice of words. “Do you see what I wish you would?” His fingers halted above your heart and gave two taps, matching your heartbeat.

Your hazy eyes slithered from his hand’s position and met his affectionate ones. “I saw more than your desires,” you answered with a hint of greed, impatient to have more. “I saw magnificence I desire to witness again, even if I must conform to yours, I desire it also.”

Rising from your position and causing him to retract, your hand pressed against his chest to push him onto the floor. Flat on his back, he stared at your figure mounting him like a prized stallion with eagerness dripping from your eyes. In one fluid motion, his cock returned to where it originally was and should be, you gave a teasing shift of your hips and moved up and down. The weight of his length nestled artfully against your walls snuggled and comforted. Immediately, his skilful hands reached out to grip your hips, steadying you as though you were not excellent in the art of riding and taming a stallion.

With a glint in your eyes, highlighted under the beauty of the natural light and reflecting off the mirror, you leaned down to meet his face twisted under pleasure. “I want to see you come undone while I watch how I drive you insane,” you seduced and kissed his lips before giving your hips a rise and fall, loving the image of his head tossed against the floor and hair messily scattered. “Let me enjoy your image, the artwork of my desires.”

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[lovefairymina]

*leans over and whispers* Finarfin, I’ll bet you 10 gold pieces that Feanor’s going to start a food fight at the family dinner tonight

“I'll bet you 20 pieces that him and Ñolo are going to fight within the first 10 minutes of the dinner.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {finarfin} #middle earth imagine #house of finarfin #finarfin imagine #finarfin x you #finarfin x reader #finarfin #arafinwë #arafinwe #arafinweans #finweans #sons of finwe #house of finwe

[lamemaster]

Glimpse of You

Request: Can i request a Maedhros x female teleri reader fic? They were madly in love with each other but fate had other plans for them. They would have been married within a few years, but Maedhros took the oath, which lead him to be on the opposite side. The Noldor's left valinor. Thousands of years later, reader, has an fateful encounter with Maedhros, who had just returned from the Halls of Mandos. Will fate give them another chance? The ending is up to you. I love the way you describe things. 💕

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Maedhros x Vanya Reader

Summary :It is just an infatuation you tried to remind yourself of, but all those thoughts seem to fly away the second you tried to muster them. It was a mistake. Hope in such situations was a cruel fate.

AN: Thanks for requesting. Soooo I already have a Maedhros x Teleri reader fic. Which is why I went with a Vanya reader. Hopefully that works.

“Maitimo,” a frail figure shuffled through the woods. Deep dark woods where once Ungoliant hid from light. Woods that were forgotten by the people of Aman. No one wandered in the unhabitable cursed forest. Even the beasts of Yavanna and Oromë had abandoned them. Whatever was left behind was twisted by the corruption of some unknown force.

In those woods walked one elleth. Aimless, without another companion, she walked as if searching for something. Something obscured by the darkness. Her own light dimmed with the passing of time. Every day the dark of the forest clung closer to her. Yet, she continued her journey.

By now her eyes, which had once shined with the divine light of the two trees, dulled. They seemed to be glazed as if lost in a dream-like state. Long golden tresses that had once shined with the glow of Laurelin were now matted with dirt and debris.

Weeks of restless walking had worn her feet now bled with countless untreated wounds and blisters. Whatever shoes she had been wearing were lost long ago but nothing seemed to break the trance that lay upon the elleth.

In quiet whispers, tearful pleas, or panicked screams, she called for someone. One name came to her lips. She uttered it like an unanswered prayer. Tears had dried a while ago. Elleth who had once held the fire of Illuvatar in her now nothing more than a wraith.

Stumbling on the wayward roots, she fell multiple times but no matter how hard the fall, she stood back up. Even as her breath became too heavy for her body and the trees closed around her, she pulled herself up.

“Illuvatar! y/n, he is coming this way.” A group of Vanya elleth huddled together. Together they whispered excitedly. One of the elleth in the group, you tried to swat your friend as you tried to hide away from the unwanted attention that your friend had bestowed upon you.

There seemed to be a hum of excitement in the palace of King Ingwe. The reason for this upheaval was the Noldorian princes who now made their way toward the court to pay their respects to the King of Vanyar.

It was an astounding event because these two princes were not sons of Prince Nolofinwe or Prince Arafinwe. They were sons of Crown prince Feanor. Prince Nelyafinwe and Prince Makalaure.

Rumors around the city said that their reason for the sudden visit was related to the second youngest son of Crown Prince Feanor. It was not unknown that Prince Makalaure held a deep love for music and songs. His craft was famous all over Valinor. So, many had assumed that the reason for the princes’ visit must have something to do with music. After all, Vanyar were known for their songs and poetry.

"By Varda, he is indeed well-formed," your friend exclaimed as she gazed at the Noldorian prince. The palace of King Ingwe was abuzz with excitement as the Noldorian princes, Prince Nelyafinwe and Prince Makalaure, made their way toward the court to pay their respects to the King of Vanyar.

This was an exceptional event because these two princes were not sons of Prince Nolofinwe or Prince Arafinwe; they were the sons of Crown Prince Feanor. Rumors circulating in the city suggested that their sudden visit might be related to the second youngest son of Crown Prince Feanor. Prince Makalaure was renowned for his deep love for music and songs, which were famous all over Valinor. Many assumed that the reason for the princes' visit had something to do with music, considering the Vanyar's reputation for their songs and poetry.

Your friend, however, appeared to care little about the reason for the visit. She had come to the court that day with one purpose in mind—to catch a glimpse of the most handsome son of Feanor.

Prince Nelyafinwe was admired by many. His honey-sweet words and unparalleled looks left many elleth stuttering and blushing uncontrollably. In fact, your group of elleth friends had spent hours meticulously preparing for this day. They had braided their hair with great care, and some had even purchased new dresses specifically for the Noldorian prince's visit. Many among them dreamed of a forbidden romance that would set both the courts of Taniquetil and Tirion on fire.

Amidst the crowd that had gathered for the prince's arrival were you and your chatty friend, who seemed incapable of staying quiet. A part of your mind couldn't help but wonder if her incessant talking might indeed draw the prince's attention, though perhaps not for the right reasons.

While you had put in a considerable effort to look your best that day, you didn't harbor much faith in the romantic fantasies swirling around you. You had seen the prince before, and despite his tall stature, soft-spoken nature, and enchanting green eyes, you had kept your feelings hidden.

Your father was not a renowned craftsman like Mahtan, nor was he an influential courtier. He was a tutor, dedicated to teaching elflings to read and write. Your mother had been a librarian, spending her days among scrolls. Growing up as an only child, your life had been uneventful but peaceful.

As you tried to silence your friend's chatter with your hand, you noticed disapproving glances directed your way. You attempted to avoid awkward eye contact with the onlookers when you suddenly locked eyes with the Noldorian prince. Panic surged within you as you realized he was staring directly at you. Your friend had calmed down somewhat, but you were frozen in place, feeling as if your entire being had ignited.

You attempted to remind yourself that it was merely an infatuation, but all rational thoughts fled the moment you tried to grasp them. They vanished completely the instant the eldest Feanorian prince bestowed upon you the gentlest of smiles. He looked at you in a way that no one ever had before. With one smile, Prince Nelyafinwe shattered every last bit of your self-restraint.

"Y/n! He looked your way!" Your friend's excited voice pulled you out of your stupor, and you tore your gaze away from Prince Nelyafinwe. Without a second thought, you seized your protesting friend and hurriedly retreated from the bustling crowd. You blocked out whatever your friend was saying, realizing that hope in such situations could be a cruel fate.

Looking at your retreating back, Nelyafinwe felt weird. He had intended to spot the elleth who was so openly impressed by his well-formedness, but when his eyes found the loud elleth, he could not ignore you next to her. You, who were unsuccessfully trying to quiet down your friend. The endearing pink that dusted your cheeks made his heart skip a beat. A smile had made its way onto his face. He knew his smiles well and had mastered them as a politician, but this smile was unlike any other. Then, just as you made eye contact, his heart felt full.

In that quick second, he saw your eyes widen. The pink of your cheeks darkened as you both gazed at each other. Y/n, your name, he heard as her friend shook you with the force of Tulkas. Flinching, you rushed away without a look back, leaving Nelyafinwe a little disappointed.

His smile remained yet; the emotion that had lingered in his eyes moments ago was now gone. Just like you, the name he had heard.

Hidden in a tucked-away tree in the royal garden, a nightingale sang a song. A song that had started to weave itself with a momentary glance.

And so, it came to pass.

Love came to your doorstep and barged in without so much as a knock. Like an uninvited guest, it made itself comfortable. With every passing moment, it blended itself into you. Becoming a part of you. Taking over your life, your senses, and your entire being. It took everything until all that was left was a wandering wraith.

Ages had passed. Sins had been repaid. But one still burned in penance. One ellon who after eons repenting in the hall of Mandos, now knelt in front of the dark woods. With every rise of the Sun, he made his way to the same forest and waited. He waited yet; nothing came. None answered his calls. Engulfing darkness remained, unwashed by tears shed.

“Y/n,” he called out.

“Y/n…”

#the silmarillion #tolkien elves #silmarillion x reader #noldor elves #maedhros x reader #vanya reader #maedhros #angsty #angst #there's nothing else here but angst

[elficially-done-with-life]

Being married to Finarfin hc

Pairing: Finarfin x reader

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♡ Every morning he cuddles up to you and presses gentle kisses on your shoulders and cheeks to wake you up

♡ if you are awake earlier than him and have already gotten up, he looks for you, wraps his arms around you and buries his face in the crook of your neck

♡ He insists on having breakfast with you every morning, no matter what

♡ Sometimes Finarfin has to work late in the evening, which is why he wants to spend at least the morning with you every day of your shared life

♡ sometimes brings you flowers during the day or has others bring them to you, if he can't bring them to you personally then he writes sweet letters for you

♡ Couldn't bear the thought of you feeling unloved

♡ If you wait for him to come home in the evening and fall asleep, he will carry you to bed to cuddle you

♡ If you are still awake when he comes back, he still wants to spend some quality time with you

♡ Sometimes you dance in the soft light of the stars

♡ other times your head is on his lap and Finarfin strokes your hair while he reads you a book

♡ When he is very stressed, Finarfin may want to go to sleep straight away in the evening, but he would never tell you for fear of making you feel unloved

♡ You then have to gently get Finarfin to come to bed and reassure him that everything is okay

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[elficially-done-with-life]

Finarfin with an insecure Reader hc

Pairing: Finarfin x insecure!reader

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♡ Finarfin notices after only a short time into your relationship that you are not particularly self-confident

♡ He is a good observer and likes to look at you in particular

♡ It's also extremely important to him that you're doing well

♡ So when he noticed how you would always lower your eyes when you spoke to others or how you always tugged at your dress at parties, as if you were trying to disappear into it and hide, he knew straight away that something was wrong

♡ At first he didn't try to show you that he had found out because he knew you probably wouldn't feel any better afterwards

♡ So he started complimenting you

♡ Not too extravagant, but rather subtle so that you wouldn't find out that you were very obvious with your insecurities - because he was afraid that it would make you sad

♡ He compares you to the beautiful flowers and butterflies you see when you go for a walk

♡ He also casually compares you to various things/people that he knows you find beautiful and admirable

♡ If you somehow mention to him that he's "too good for you", Finarfin will do nothing but spend the whole evening telling you about everything he loves about you (which is a lot) and kissing every inch of your skin

♡ Finarfin also has a portrait painted of you, which he hangs up in his home and tells you now and then how nice it is to see you, even when you're not there, because you're the most beautiful person ever for him

♡ But he also says that even if the portrait is good, it doesn't capture your true beauty and character, so it was always better to see you in real life as it wasn't possible to replace you

♡ He also constantly encourages you to do things you're afraid of

♡ For example, if you want to learn something new but don't think you can do it anyway, Finarfin is your biggest supporter

♡ He likes to listen to you for hours while you tell him about this new thing you want to learn

♡ He also wants to show you how important it is to him that you know you can tell him anything, no matter how insecure it might make you feel

♡ therefore he opens up to you first and tells you what his worries are and how he feels

♡ This leads to you opening up to him more too

♡ If someone says something mean about your appearance or you, he will immediately defend you - he would, however, not attack the person, as Fëanor and Fingolfin might do - but would destroy them with words

♡ He would then spend hours holding you softly in his arms and praising every part of your personality and body

♡ He would also glare at other people if they even look at you the wrong way - Finarfin might not be as impulsive as his brothers, but he could just as easily glare intimidating at someone, especially if it is for you

♡ However, he would want to prevent you from noticing, one moment he would glare at someone, the next moment you would look at him and he would smile as brightly as ever

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My Masterlist

Only write for the Tolkien Fandom so far (all x reader stories)

Every work with nsfw content is marked with *

Fëanorians

Fëanor:

My Little Fire

Maedhros:

A Hug To Make You Whole Again

Just a Shadow of myself

Celegorm:

Soft Celegorm hc

Soft Celegorm hc pt. 2

Needing Your Touch*

Caranthir:

You Are Beautiful To Me

Let Me Help

Dating Caranthir after his return to Valinor hc

Amrod:

Will You Stay Forever?

Celebrimbor:

Trust

Painful Partings

Helping Celebrimbor heal in Valinor hc

Ñolofinwëans

Aredhel:

Under the Trees

Meeting Aredhel in Valinor hc

SFW Alphabet - Aredhel

Argon:

Forever Together

Idril:

Idril helping you feel at home in Gondolin hc

Maeglin:

Not Safe Anymore

The Light of the Stars

Eärendil:

SFW Alphabet - Eärendil

Arafinwëans

Finarfin:

Not Useless

Under the Stars

On A Warm Summer Evening*

Being married to Finarfin hc

Finarfin with an insecure Reader hc

The Lords of Gondolin

Rog:

After all these years

The Elves of Rivendell

Elrond:

Elrond with a shy apprentice reader hc

Elrohir:

Take Me Dancing

Lindir:

A Magical First Kiss

I Need You Close*

Caring For You*

Exhausted

Dating Lindir hc

Glorfindel:

The only one who is beautiful to me

Erestor:

Safe Place

Celebrían:

Flowers and Kisses

Ainur/Valar

Yavanna:

Relax*

Others

Lalwen:

Enough

The Hobbit

Bofur:

Not Alone In This Cold Night

LOTR

Haldir:

Stay Safe

Hundred Years Ago

Faramir:

Faramir trying to tell you he is in love with you

Boromir:

You Are Important

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On A Warm Summer Evening

Pairing: Finarfin x fem!reader

Warning: sexual content

Summary: After being in love with each other for a long time, Finarfin and you decide that it is finally time to take the next step.

A/N: I love Finarfin so much, but even after searching for a long time, I wasn't able to find any x reader fic with him, that had sexual content (maybe I was just to stupid to find it, though, so please tell me if you know any) so I decided to just write one myself. Hope you like it <333

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It was your and Finarfin's first time and you talked and thought about it for a long time because he wanted to be sure that you were really ready to take this step. After all, it also meant that you would marry him.

But you had never been so sure about anything as you were now. You wanted him. Everything of him.

So, on a warm summer evening, Finarfin and you had retired to his room. Everything started very slowly. At first you only exchanged gentle kisses and he held your hands tightly in his.

Then he had slowly and carefully begun to remove your clothes while you slipped his robe off his body. You realised that he had already undone some of the buttons to make removing his clothes much easier for you. You were thankful for that, since you hands had started to shake a bit in excitement.

He gently kissed your eyelids. "Still sure you want this?" he asked gently.

"More than sure," you said, and without hesitation you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.

His fingers slid carefully over your exposed bare skin. His fingertips tickled as they stroked along your sides and you let out a soft giggle, which was slightly muffled as your lips continued to move against each other.

You too reached out to explore the skin of your dear Finarfin. It was softer than you had imagined and it made you press closer to him so that your breasts softly pressed against his chest.

Finarfin let out a soft moan and broke the kiss to catch his breath.

His cheeks were flushed, you were sure yours were too, and his eyes were shining with excitement.

His hands found their way to your cheeks and he gently rested his forehead against yours. "I am so glad to have you, Vanimelda."

You kissed him gently. "So am I to have you."

He chuckled, but unlike usual, there was nervousness in his chuckle.

His eyes slowly travelled over to his bed and then met yours again. When he noticed your gaze, he reddened even more.

"Maybe we should- "He nodded over to the bed. "I think that would be more comfortable for you- but if you want to stay standing, that would be fine with me too!"

It was somehow reassuring to know that Finarfin was just as nervous as you were.

It wasn't a bad nervousness, because you knew he was one of the best and morst trust-worthy people you ever met, but rather an excited nervousness. Because even though you had been together for a while now, you had never been so vulnerable in front of each other.

"No, that was a good idea." You pulled on Finarfin's arm so that he would follow you to the bed.

You lay down carefully and he crawled over you. A few strands of his blond hair tickled your bare skin and made you feel a little less nervous.

"I think this is best for the first time." he said a little sheepishly and gestured to the position you were currently in. "At least that is what Nõlofinwë told me." He looked embaressed to the side. "I asked him for advice, you know."

You reached out a hand and placed it gently on his cheek, making him look at you again. "I think that is the best position to start with, too. We can always try something else in the future." You put extra emphasis on the word future, which Finarfin didn't miss, judging by the soft smile that now shone on his lips.

Carefully, as if he was afraid one wrong move could hurt you, Finarfin slipped a hand between your legs. The feeling of his hands slowly approaching your clit and tickling the insides of your legs was overwhelmingly beautiful.

You spread your legs apart so that Finarfin found space between them.

You felt a growing warmth between your legs, and your heartbeat quickened even more than it had before.

As his fingers drew closer to your center, your breath hitched and you stared with fascination at his fingers.

Finarfin's touch was delicate and he hesitated for a moment, his eyes fixed on yours, seeking reassurance.

You gave him a gentle nod, encouraging him to continue.

Finarfin's fingers finally reached your clit, and a soft gasp escaped your lips as his fingers started to gently caress the soft and sensitive skin there.

His touch was careful at first because he didn't wish to overwhelm you. He traced his fingers along the outside of your outer lips, teasing you a little.

You felt a heat pooling deep within you, and a sweet ache began to spread through your body that you had never felt before.

Finarfin's gaze found yours, as if he wanted to see if he was doing it right.

Although you were only able to nod at him, your expression already spoke for itself.

Then his fingers became more assertive, sliding deeper into you. With every touch he seemed to get a little braver as he found out where he had to touch you to make you moan or whimper softly.

Over time, Finarfin's breathing became heavier and he leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips. The kiss was still gentle, but way more passionate now.

He let his forehead rest against yours while his touch became more urgent and he started to move faster.

You could feel his hot breath on your lips.

Your fingers found their way to his upper arms and you clung to Finarfin while the climax approached.

"Arafinwë!" you exclaimed breathlessly. You hadn't even thought about saying his name. It just seemed like it was a natural reaction of you.

Finarfin's movements intensified, his fingers finding the right spots almost perfectly.

The feeling was overwhelming, sending shivers down your spine.

And then you reached the climax. Your fingers almost lost the hold they had on Finarfin's arms.

For a few seconds you just lay there, your heavy breathing the only sound in the room.

Then Finarfin carefully pulled his fingers out of you again, causing you to whimper softly.

One of his hands gently stroked your hair back and he kissed you soundly on the forehead.

"Would you like to carry on, or would you rather wait?" he asked gently, kissing you on the forehead. "That seems to have exhausted you a little and I would hate to hurt you, Melda."

You shook your head and caressed his cheek with your knuckles. "I want to continue," you whispered, still a little dazed. "I want to feel you even closer, Arafinwë. Please."

He laughed softly and gently kissed the tip of your nose. "How could I ever say no to you."

His hands found their way to your head and held it tenderly as Finarfin's lips found yours again.

His body pressed against yours and it was incredible to feel so much of his soft skin against yours. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"Melda?" he asked softly against your lips.

"Yes?" you asked, already out of breath again.

"Before we take this step, I want you to know that I love you." he whispered gently.

You sighed lovingly. "Oh Arafinwë, I never doubted that. I love you too."

Then his lips were soft on yours again and one of his hands moved slowly down to your hip, while the other remained buried deep in your hair.

You could feel how hard Finarfin was as he pressed himself carefully more against you.

His lips parted from yours and he asked softly, "Ready?", his eyes searching yours for understanding.

Without hesitation, you nodded, unable to speak a word. Your heart pounded in your chest, as quickly as it had beaten when you had kissed for the first time.

Finarfin's lips met yours again, and the world around seemed to fade.

Then you felt him slowly and carefully slide his length between your folds.

It was almost impossible to describe what you were feeling because it was so much at the same time.

Just the idea of being so close to Finarfin was incredible and was only surpassed by the actual feeling you had as he slowly filled you.

You were sure he wasn't fully in yet when he stopped.

"Arafinwë?" you asked, but your voice was hoarse as your walls stretched around him, trying to adjust to his size, for he was much larger than his fingers had been.

"Melda." he whispered softly, "How does it feel? Is everything all right?"

You nodded slowly. "We can go on slowly." you whispered to him. "I just need to get used to it. Maybe- maybe it would be good if you took a short- short break when- when you are all the way in. Just for a moment."

"No problem. As long as you are okay." His hand still lingering in your hair began to gently massage over your scalp. "I will go on slowly now. Please tell me if anything hurts or is uncomfortable."

You nodded as your heart overflowed with love for your Finarfin, who was only ever concerned about you but hardly ever thought about himself.

Slowly he pushed himself deeper into you and soon he seemed to be completely inside you.

He paused and his eyes darted to your face, apparently to see how you were feeling.

Now that his whole length was inside you, it took your body a few seconds to get used to the feeling, and even though it was a little uncomfortable at first, it was also a nice feeling to know that a part of Finarfin was buried so deep inside of you.

And as your walls slowly got used to being stretched like this, it was one of the best things you'd ever felt.

You nudged your nose gently against his, eliciting a slightly strained but happy smile. "We can continue, my dear."

Finarfin began to move slowly inside you and your hands found their way to his back, where they clung as he moved back and forth inside you.

At first only soft whimpers escaped your mouth, but soon loud moans filled the air and you weren't quite sure who of you was making what sound.

Then faster than you had expected, you reached your peak for the second time that day, just before Finarfin reached his own.

You could hear him breathing heavily as he cuddled up to you and nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

His hot breath brushed across your face, but you weren't really able to do more than lay in the warmth you had created and catch your breath.

You had never felt anything like this before, but you were glad that you had had this experience with Finarfin.

A few minutes passed and as you were almost dozing off, Finarfin whispered, "You are perfect, you know that?"

You turned your head so that your lips were only a few centimetres apart. "So are you. Believe me, so are you."

"I love you." he whispered softly and then added with a joyful smile, "We are married now, remember?"

And all of a sudden it hit you again. Sex equals marriage. You were married.

"I could not be happier, husband," you laughed and had just enough strength to wrap your arms around his neck.

Finarfin also wrapped his arms around you. "And how happy I am, my beloved wife."

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[elficially-done-with-life]

Under the Stars

Pairing: Finarfin x reader

Summary: Finarfin takes you on a walk through the garden.

A/N: I am currently sick, which is why I have a lot of time to write, so I will hopefully publish a little more than usual in the next days. But I can't promise anything😅.

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You giggled and Finarfin was sure it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

Your hand lay gently in his as you strolled through a large garden.

It was slowly getting darker and the first stars were already appearing in the sky.

Finarfin was happy to finally spend time with you again. He had been very busy the last few weeks and hadn't managed to give you as much attention as you deserved, so he had persuaded you to go for a walk in the starlight.

But while you were looking up at the beautiful stars, he only had eyes for you, because you were more beautiful to him than all the stars in the sky.

He squeezed your hand and you looked up at him with a smile.

"I promise to try to spare more time for you from now on. After all, you are my lovely wife."

You leant forward and gently pressed a kiss to his cheek. "My beloved Arafinwë, I understand that your work is important, so do not worry."

Finarfin stopped and pulled you to him. He wrapped his warm arms around you and soon you were pressed chest to chest. You stared up into his eyes, which shone like the stars. You could feel your heart beating.

He loved that he could feel the rise and fall of your chest against his.

He gently nudged your nose with his. "You are so wonderful," he whispered tenderly, "what have I done to deserve you?"

"Arafinwë," you breathed lovingly, "if anything, I do not deserve you."

"That is nonsense," he said with a smile and kissed the tip of your nose.

"How about," you suggested softly as your eyes travelled to his lips, over which he carefully ran his tongue, "we agree that we are perfect for each other."

Finarfin chuckled happily and wrapped his arms around you a little tighter so he could twirl you through the air, making you laugh out loud.

As he set you back down on the ground, his lips found yours in a few gentle kisses. His lips were warm and felt so wonderfully familiar on yours.

Your hands slowly travelled into his silky soft curly hair and he wrapped one arm around your waist and stroked your hair with the other.

"I love you," he whispered against your lips before gently running his tongue over your bottom lip. You giggled softly.

"I love you too, my Arafinwë," you whispered back, whereupon he pressed you tightly against him again and planted a long, firm kiss on your lips that made your whole body tingle.

Suddenly you were interrupted by a crack and a soft curse.

You both looked up and saw Indis standing some distance away, looking a little embarrassed.

"I really did not mean to disturb you," she said softly, "when I saw you, I wanted to leave quietly. But then- " Her gaze wandered to her feet. Apparently she had stepped on a branch which was probably the reason for the cracking noise.

Then she winked at you and grinned. "I do not want to interrupt you any further."

When she was out of sight, you turned to Finarfin, who had gone all red and was now hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

You giggled softly. "Oh my Arafinwë!" you wrapped your arms around him and kissed him several times on the hair before you continued, "I know a more secluded part of the garden where we can... We can continue where we just left off."

"I could never resist such an offer, Vanimelda," he whispered, kissing your neck gently before stepping back and taking your hand in his to go.

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Tales of the Heart

Finarfin x mortal!reader

Request: Boyah!!! ♥️♥️ So happy requests re open!! ♥️ Could I please request Finarfin x human!reader? Perhaps after the final battle, he decides to see ME with his own eyes :') but he is a bit lost, the change it too much ! So the reader finds him and helps him thru his stay :") and sun fluffy romance!! 🤲♥️ — @noldorinpainter

A/N: When I say that I enjoyed writing this, I most absolutely did! This was my first official Finarfin request and it was so fluffy and sweet! Thank you for the request. I got to write a soft and flirty Finarfin and I was squealing. Thank you for increasing Finarfin content.

Warnings: none, nothing but absolute fluff and a flirty Finarfin shooting his shot

Words: 2.8k

Synopsis: As the War of Wrath came to an end, Finarfin decided to explore the beauty of Middle Earth. Instead, he discovered another form of beauty, becoming enthralled.

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The sound of streams rushing vigorously echoed to his right as his foot crossed a maple vine. Animals were scurrying across the forest floor the further he wandered into the forest. Though it was creepier than what he remembered during his childhood days in Valinor, it appeared much livelier now that the war was over, and the majority of the evil had fled.

The squawking and singing of birds overhead and in the canopy and buzzing of insects filled his head with safe sounds compared to the reoccurring sound of metal clashing. The melody was sweeter than the memories of the horrors of the great war. His said reason for escaping the confinements of the camp during nightfall left him to wander until the sun raised on him.

Anor’s rays were caught in his mess of golden ringlets which was designed into a messy bun with tresses still falling out—something to keep the humidity under control. Worrying about his troupes and the others was the least of his concerns; he wanted to explore the lands his father originated. The stories of fighting wild beasts—well that part was already explored—and travelling the distant lands, over the mountain and yonder filled his heart with exhilaration.

Making turns at all different angles and parts, following blinding trails and the forest beasts to wherever they may lead him, having a guide in this new land simply slipped the High King’s mind. His heart contained too much anticipation to learn what was around the river bend or above the canopy of the tallest tree. For a moment, he felt like his little boy when he was in his youthful years. Dragging and tugging at his arms to show him a mud puddle or spider forming its webs. Now he understood who and where Finrod's the enthusiasm resonated from.

Wandering for over twenty minutes, pushing himself deeper into the woods, the idea of handing his hand on the hilt of his sword was faint. All the evil was pushed back to the outer skirts of the land, surely he couldn’t have covered grounds that rapidly. However, he found his left hand sliding up his thigh to comfortably settle on the hilt of his sword. His grip was loose, easy to tighten in a flash if required, positive that the looming eerie sensation was no danger, but rather…uncommon. A concoction of excitement and curiosity overtook his body and urged him to walk forward, overstepping the squirrels that scurried about his feet.

What lay before him was an image he believed to only exist in a land like Araman, nowhere else had the capacity to withhold a beautiful sight. The freshness and holiness of the atmosphere were light and enchanting as if it was untouched by the creatures of the land, save for the animals. It was there his eyes landed on the stream his ears had the fortunate pleasure of listening to. The bubbles of happiness the running water echoed flooded through the roots of a maple tree whose roots formed an archway over the stream. Its roots were planted deeply, and its foundation was firm for the smaller creatures to gather in unity and live. Currently, its leaves were still green, signalling that autumn was far away from stealing its youth.

The exhilarating sensation was still bubbling in his chest when his foot landed in the enclosure and touched the grass. He felt like it was a crime to enter the area clad in his boots. Toes melting into the grass, he sighed blissfully at the warmth the earth provided. Middle Earth isn’t as terrible as I believed it to be after all! At this point, the dangers that could present themselves during this moment were long forgotten as his eyes took in the serenity the land offered.

Laughter had bubbled up his throat and slipped past his lips when a pair of blue jay swooped down from their nest and fluttered around him, singing their morning song. Anor’s rays were still scattered throughout the trees, yet to peak the canopy. Lifting his hand for the birds to land as he assumed it was their intention, the sound of another bird breaks his concentration.

“They seem to like you, well, of course, they would. You’re an elf, all animals tend to flock to your kind with ease.” You were sitting on the opposite side of the maple tree, hidden from his eyes, but audible to his ears. They cocked in the direction your voice echoed and his head automatically craned to view the owner of the voice with curious eyes.

The birds perched on his arm were long forgotten. You had taken the stoplight and captured his attention. Were you a fellow elf or perhaps half-elven as he had come to learn existed. He had met the Edains…who were highly indifferent to his kind. Many qualities were noticeable to differentiate elves from men, so surely, you were on the elven side. But…of course, they would. You’re an elf, an elf wouldn’t make such a statement. You were mortal.

“…Would you be so kind as to reveal yourself, that way I can know who I am about to host a conversation with?” He attempted to hide his commanding nature and royal assertiveness, not wanting to scare you or propose the assumption that you were being forced. Though, he wanted to be a bit commanding, desperate to meet the face of this cheerful voice.

The sound of a book shutting, and clothes crumpling resonated behind the tree and prompted him to shuffle his bare feet across the grass the view you before you could present yourself. What, or as a matter of fact, who he saw, surprised him. Mortals weren’t known for their exquisite form of beauty, but for certain, you surely must have been. The way your hair moved with you as you arose, swishing and curling with your body and wind, was enthralling. Your much smaller figure still held grace and agility that was comparable to the elves. Even your voice reflected the beauty that the elves were known for displaying. Mortal or not, there had to be a trace of elven blood somewhere.

Finarfin gawked, unconsciously, while you ushered yourself off the ground and encircled the tree to prevent stepping over the larger and more complicated roots. More to avoid embarrassment before an otherworldly creature. The corners of his lips were upturned, and his eyes softened as you bounded over to his taller figure without an ounce of fear. That brought some sense of relief to his erratic heart.

“Greetings My Lord, may a star shine upon our meeting.” You greeted him formally with the extension of your hand from your heart to him. His eyes widened unexpectedly and his lips parted to inhale. While the High King received the greeting from the other Edains upon meeting them for their war meetings, there was something different about yours. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but it provided some volume of pleasure.

Being in a distant land for what was considered a few years, his interest in learning the mortal tongue fluctuated due to their ability to communicate in his. While he knew their tongue, the memories of the language were hidden away at the back of his mind. Finarfin’s turmoil began the longer he stood there gawking at you, blue jays already flown away and hand limp at his side, dying to respond. For a moment, he forgot all knowledge of the proper sequence of hosting a conversation, but that was not the reason for his hindrance.

His heart thumped like a hummingbird as warmth filled his skin. He knew it was not the sun, it was still at its 8 o’clock angle. The increase of air in his lungs, the rush of blood flowing under his skin, the lightness of his body, the chorus his fёa sang, Finarfin knew exactly what it meant. It was the last thing on his mind he would ever expect to re-experience again, let alone, here in a foreign land. Loneliness was forgotten and had never felt so foreign and unnerving now that he stood face-to-face in your presence.

What would the Valar say if he offered to return home with you? Did you even feel what he felt?

“Apologies for my…silence…uhh. Might I know your name?” He quickly asked to prevent you from being swayed by his lack of response. When was the last time I had ever attempted to swoon someone? Ah yes, since then…

The memory wasn’t merry to remember. It stung him twice.

“Y/N, My Lord! My name is Y/N,” you exclaimed. “Might I have to honour of knowing yours?”

A name so unusual and unheard off was the epitome of a rare jewel; his mind could never comprehend or imagine such a beauty. Though, he could see the way you peered up at his majestic figure, enthralled the moment you were caught by his welcoming smile and softened electric blue eyes. Knowing the effect of his beauty on others became normality, but when it was you who was affected, his composure was slowly chipping away behind the sole of his feet. Being bare feet on the grass was probably a terrible idea, any moment he could lose his barring and fall harder.

“Arafinwe, my dear,” he politely answered, struggling to keep his the frequency of his voice stable. The hand that once gripped the hilt of his sword reached out and lifted your dainty fingers, over your head, to meet his soft lips (he hoped they were soft enough) and enthral you more.

His ears picked up the faint gasp and his fingers detected the skip in your pulse at the contact. He still had it in him to place his effective charming spell over you.

“Y-Your name…it is unusual to my ears. Very different from the Sindar and the Noldor. Are you perhaps a Moriquendi?” Your question would have offended another whose natural instincts were to shun the rejected race and prideful boost of theirs, but Finarfin knew there were no negative intents behind your curiosity. Like any charmed person, he would enlighten you.

“No, my dear. Noldorin I am, and from across the sea, I came to like those you know. However, my name remains unchanged and dwells in the language of the High Elves, Quenya,” he spoke. A voice like honey, rich and heavy, luring you in with positive intentions to savour more. A taste unlike any other you had ever sampled. Your folks told tales of the Edain who fell for the elf-maiden, fairest of all them all in face and voice, and you wanted to protest against that saying. He was the fairest of them all. Never had a voice like his make butterflies erupt.

“Ah, well that would explain your…accent, it is different from those who speak my tongue,” you stated.

Humming in a sing-song manner, he beamed. “Indeed it is. I have not developed the proper speech technique? …no, forgive me, phonetics of your language. I recently arrived.” He was still holding your hand in his, knowing that he needed to return it, but refusing to part from your touch. Finarfin was like a moth drawn to a flame.

“Then that means you are the elves who came to assist us in battle?! It is you, along with the King, from across the sea who won us the war and brought peace to our land?!”

“The stories have already spread? It has only been a month since the war ended,” he laughed enthusiastically and was intrigued to learn what you might have heard about him. “What have they said about the King?”

“Oh!” you exclaimed at the sudden pique in his interest. “Well, they said that it was he who won the war and defeated the great Dark Lord, driving him and his foul creatures from the land. He fought valiantly and fiercely, with the heart and strength of a lion.”

His heart fluttered at the impression the folks had on him, yet, he wanted to know what you thought of him.

Dropping his hand while maintaining his grip around your fragile fingers as he had come to understand about the Edain. Such delicate creatures you were, much need of care and protection would be required.

“And…what do you think of the King?” he peered, desperate to flutter his heart at your opinion of him. A start to understanding how you saw him through your eyes. A start to rekindle the fire in his heart.

“Well, My Lord…” you pondered. “I cannot say what I think of him for I have never met nor seen him. But I can say that he must be kind, strong and fierce to have led his troupes into battle and win.”

The smile on his face grew from your modesty. You were remarkably wonderful in the short moment he grew to know you. His ego was flaring up at the praises you threw innocently at him. Anyone else who praised him, and it would have been common knowledge from then, but you made a repetitive compliment sound like a prize. What other words could he successfully pry from your honeyed lips?

Turning his head up to the sky, the sun had already peaked and cast its noonday shadows. When did time fly this quickly? Did you cast and enchanting spell upon me? I surely do not mind. His troupes would be out searching for him, an interruption he refused to accept. If he stayed here, they would find him in a matter of hours, but of course, there were ways to evade unwanted interruptions.

“And what if I revealed to you that I am the Noldóran, the King, you speak of, will you continue to keep me company?” he teased. It was long since he felt the need to tease anyone. Not even his nephews he reunited with and he used to playfully tease as children could he attempt to taunt.

His heart was yearning for company…companionship, and you were giving him a sense of hope. Yet to truly understand and grasp the untold truth of the Edains, or perhaps like every other elf before him who did, he ignored it to fill the empty gap in his heart. When the time was right, what pain and suffering he had to experience, he would deal with it as such.

Appalled by his boldness, you stuttered, stunned, “T-The King? You are the King, Arafinwe…your Majesty? Why would you be out here conversing with me and not in the safety of your people?”

Chuckling while lifting his other hand to encompass the one holding yours, he held it between you both. Despite the great height difference between you two, looking down lacked discomfort. There was more mirth and dynamism the longer he locked his gaze with yours. He could see the way your cheeks became swollen and lifted to present your bashfulness and enthrallment to him. It was endearing to learn that he still had the effects he once possessed.

“The beauty of the land was calling to me, and I could not resist. So I came looking, and I was entranced when I discovered that it was you, beckoning to me,” he whispered delicately as though he was citing a soliloquy. “I do not wish to part from you so soon, I still have much to learn, and your company would be splendid.”

Falling speechless at his poetry, none which you ever heard from the elves, dwarves and men have ever sounded as sophisticated and eloquent as his. He was purposefully melting your insides a caramel. Looking up at his marvellously heightened figure, he appeared taller than most of the elves you witnessed. His aura was radiant and compelling.

“My King…surely you do not mean that. I am mortal and you, an elf. It is unlikely between us.”

“If it is unlikely, then why is my heart racing this instant as we speak?” His heart sped up and then clenched at the partial rejection. Never before had Finarfin felt the dire urge to act so direct. Affairs of the heart were always a dangerous situation to be caught in, and this was different from any he had experienced. “But, if that is what you wish, then I would respectfully understand and part ways, but if not, I will pursue no matter what they say.” But my heart would ache and cry for you.

Even you felt a pang in your heart at his sullen state of dejection. “…It is not every day you meet an elf who wishes to fancy you. Mayhaps we become a successful story to the others before us?” you breathed. “So how might I, a mortal, keep His Majesty company if he wishes it?”

“Ay, we can indeed,” he replied with little to no knowledge of the tragedies that couples like him and you faced, but eager was his heart and fëa to love again. He would put his affections and courage to the test to love you. “Arafinwe, my dear. And a tour of the area would be pleasing; that way I can find you easily when I wish to reunite with you again,” he smirked.

Shyly nodding and biting your lip, you hid your growing flustered state and mumbled, “Then I would be honoured to give you a tour to meet again…soon, Arafinwe.”

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Tales of the Heart | Part 2

Finarfin x mortal!reader

A/N: I couldn't help but continue this request as a self-written piece. Since we know he's already in ME and fell in love, why not place him in a dilemma.

Warnings: mortality contemplation, flashback

Words: 2.3k

Synopsis: Finarfin finds himself contemplating his future now that his love and duties were entangled.

Part 1 | Part 2

Knock, knock, knock. Three taps to your wooden door and the call of your name made your heart leap. He returned to you as promised.

Wasting no time, you dropped your dough half-heartedly into the pan and rushed to the front, tripping over the rug and steps on the way. Halting just a few footsteps away, you tied your hair and swiped the beads of perspiration down your face. Giving a few fans of cool air to your skin, you cleared your throat and ripped the door off its hinges to again greet his charming and fair face. This was the fifth time you were both seeing each other since your first meeting and Finarfin made it his business to ignore some of his unimportant duties that could cry a few days without him to attend to you.

“Hello.” Your greeting was always short and curt whenever you were meeting him; never able to get more than two words out. It was that silly elven effect you heard from many that they possessed. Lucky to know that you were experiencing it the same way for love.

“Greetings my love.” His voice was never above the howling of the wind, but as sweet as the merry tune of a nightingale. Eyes that held yours made you believe you were swimming in an ocean of blue. Lips that stretched into a grin made you stand on your tippy toes to crane your neck for sweet nectar. And a smile so heavenly that washed away all your worries and doubts.

The whispers of being a mortal and loving an elf had already spread throughout the town. Most villagers were eager to place fear and reminder that you would grow old and wrinkled, and he would no longer find beauty in you. How vacillating was mortal life compared to an elf? Your thoughts were plagued many nights with wondering if his love for you was true and he saw beauty, or if he was lying. But that kiss and smile…it melted your fears and filled you with positivity.

“I come baring gifts for you little bird,” he cheered, though his hands were empty, and nothing was present behind his larger figure.

Your eyes peered around him as best as you could glance for any noticeable trace of an object, but none came into sight. The action urged you to frown and pout, leaving the King chuckling at his lover’s sulky expression. It wasn’t every day Finarfin got to experience the array of emotions that mortals, even you, displayed. All he was familiar with were rage, fear, guilt, happiness and despair. The others expressed entirely differently from elves was an eye-opener for him. More the merrier as he would claim it to be.

Stepping backwards and ushering him into your house, you still marvelled today at the difference between him and your doorframe. Bending his poor back to enter a confined spacing, he had never made it his business to complain. You gathered that he understood the differences in living between elves and men.

“What gifts have you come bearing my love? I see no cloth or item in your hand,” you deliberated, roaming your eyes over his figure in case you missed something sticking out. To your disappointment, there was none.

“I believe you would be surprised to learn that your gift…is me!” he exclaimed with a cheeky wink. It felt unnatural for him to display himself so flirtatious when he was reserved and poised in swooning someone. He was never one for the youthful take on courting and showing affection since he was raised to act properly and above what was considered acceptable. All these rule-breaking would make his father and mother cast an eye at him while shouting his name.

You were turning him into a young ellon all over again. That he understood and accepted wholeheartedly.

Rolling your eyes at his antics, you smiled and walked over to him, allowing your smaller figure to become engulfed completely by the cluster of his robes, cloak and body. “You are so very childish at times Arafinwe…I love that about you,” you praised. “Most people spoke about the elves being stern and serious, only a few were described as light and cheerful.”

“Ah, perhaps the latter was my eldest and a few of his closer cousins,” he replied sorrowfully. He still was not over hearing how his family lost their lives all the way down to the last battle. At the same time, he was hesitant to reveal he was married and bore children; not many were willing to accept being with someone who was engaged before. It wasn’t familiar in elven society but heard of among the men.

Pulling away from him, you looked up and gently smiled, noticing the shift in his mood. “Well, your eldest had to get it from someone…like his handsome and cheerful father!”

Walking away and over to the kitchen to refocus on your unattended dough, he followed closely behind, stewing over words to return. A silence had fallen between you both and he used it to bubble over his next words. Glancing at you kneading the dough to the empty fireplace to the troughs that held your kitchen garden, he chewed his bottom lip. Your home was cosy as you fought to make it comfortable. Even though it was sufficient for one bedroom, kitchen, living and dining room and a porch, it was your patch of paradise. He knew that, but would you be willing to leave it behind.

“I am returning home.”

It was over a month since he broke your heart with those words, heartstrings tugging and begging to snap with every reminiscence of the scene. You hadn’t seen him since that day he came to your door and broke the sorrowful news. He stuck around to ensure you were well informed, but even the great King knew how grave his words were and how deep they had cut. You were left with invisible wounds to the human eyes, but open to the one who loved and sang his soul to you the most every night. The joyous look in his eyes, when those words left his lips, was replaced immediately with regret when he witnessed your status figure halting by the counter.

You weren’t pleased.

Finarfin didn’t truly know how to feel after that incident; even his mind haunted him day and night with memories of your teary eyes. Tossing left and right each night in his room he was kindly gifted by the Gil Galad; he would hold his head and wonder if falling in love with you, a mortal, was his mistake for the agony he was causing. The last time he ever loved, his heart was shattered by the actions of family and the crown, and now the crown was repeating the same heartache. The chance to love again beckoned to him like the earth held the moon; he hadn’t the strength to let go of the opportunity the Valar presented to him. A way of them making up for the problem they and his family caused. But it was still an issue and not a simple blessing; how half-hearted of them to cast a blank canvas and have him figure it all out.

He wanted to paint a picture of his future and yet they gave him no paint.

Sitting on the edge of your bed like a silent whisper of night, Finarfin's hands were curled into his lap like a child the longer he observed your peaceful state. The soft rise and fall of your chest, the twitching of your lips and eyes and the flutter of your lashes, how odd were you as a race of beings weaker than his but more fascinating than anything. He loved to observe you in your slumbering state; too many times he had often wondered where you went when you closed your eyes, wanting to follow you into the astral realm. His brows would frown whenever he attempted to evade your mind the moment you shut your eyes and slipped into your sleep.

Now, it was the most beautiful state of peace he has ever witnessed.

Roaming his eyes over your figure once more, he reached out to ghost his fingers over your cheeks and brush your hair out of your eye. The windows were opened to allow small gusts of wind to breathe the midnight ambience into your chambers. It helped his mind to wander the more he gazed at you, contemplating his future. You were a breath of fresh air after years of loneliness, too angelic to slip through his fingers without a fight. The idea of leaving you behind while he returned to Araman while you remained here, alone and with a broken heart, to wither and die without him at your side, made him choke on a sob.

Was he the moth that was drawn to the flame or were it you? He couldn’t live without you any longer.

Faith and destiny were two of the cruellest entities he had ever discovered and had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting. They thrust unwanted burdens into his heart and left him to suffer, a crown for emptiness. Now that the void could be refilled, it was at a time when the crown mattered. But I could do it. Give up the Crown and have the Valar choose Ingwё to govern; he would obey Lord Manwё’s decree without opposition. I could stay here, even if it was fifty years, I could stay. Would they let me return or deem my act as defiance, rebellion even? If it didn’t meet their wishes, everything was a crime in their eyes, but I could also…

His thoughts were abruptly cut at the suddenness of your body rolling to face him. The air in his lungs halted at the sight of the moonlight slipping through the thin sheer curtains and shining on your ethereal form. Finarfin's hands couldn’t help but brush your cheeks while his face grew warmer as you shuffled close to his touch. Your body was familiar with his scent and presence, you were craving him…missing him. The consciousness made his fёa tremble.

The things he’d do for love. They say love is dangerous, love is powerful, love drives the sanest person crazy, love makes you touch the sky and soar the heavens, love makes you do the impossible. Love was making him rethink all his purpose and duties.

The fire you rekindled within him was an imperishable flame now that the beacon was relit. He dared not allow himself to be parted from your side no matter the consequences he could face. Should his flame be doused, his world would crumble, slipping under his feet and plummeting into the abyss. Second chances didn’t come around often, especially when elves loved once, this was a miracle and a sick twisted gameplay he couldn’t afford to lose. What were the chances of snatching you into his arms and boarding his ship to depart to Valinor this instant? You would hate him for taking you away from his family.

“Would you hate me if I begged you to come with me? I am a lonely elf living in a palace like a masquerade,” he breathed wearily. His soul was growing tired from all the constant back-and-forth run-around. “I can do with someone to keep me grounded…you’d be perfect.”

Running the back of his knuckles along your cheeks, he softly smiled when you sighed and nuzzled subconsciously into his warmth. He had been here for years, slowly fading into the regular routine of his fellow elves who adapted to the changes of Middle Earth, no longer under the watchful gazes of the Valar to scold. It felt refreshing to be diverse, with no one to bark at him for any unethical and unprofessional demeanours. He knew if he took you overseas, you would face the harsh end of the stick for poor etiquette, setting you up for discrimination.

You are the High King Arafinwё, you could arrive at a peaceful conclusion.

“But what if I stayed with you…forever. What if I followed like her, the elven maiden who gave her life for her mortal lover, would you still accept me as I am? Mortality,” he brokenly whispered and clutched his chest, “it sounds painful, but I’d get to be with you forever. You’ll never slip through my fingers.” Dragging his eyes away from your face and roaming them around the room, they focused on nothing as they circumnavigated the tight enclosure.

How capricious was mortality? Today you existed, tomorrow you perished and vanished into the world beyond the outer doors. He didn’t want to suffer like his son did or undoubtedly was, but his opportunity was laid before him like a golden road with hundreds of signs. The only obstruction was his path to walk with you. He snickered. It was always he who walked the mystifying paths in life and suffering was all that he was guaranteed to know.

“Would the Valar grant you immortality likewise the opposite for me? They say I am important, but I’ve never felt so until I met you. I’ve only been at their convenience…at everyone’s convenience actually.” Shuffling his position to gracefully lie on his side and face you, he paused to marvel at the love he found. His right hand reached out once more to cup your face and rub his thumb against the softness. As a mortal, you had such remarkable and unfathomable beauty. “I’m sure they can forgive me for the decision I will make, they always do.”

When the sun rose and the ship sailed, his decision would be made.

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Modern AU: CEO! Finarfin

SFW and NSFW Headcanons

A/N: Back again with another Modern AU headcanon (you probably thought I gave it up). The last one I did was for the Sugar Daddies, I had a hard time deciding if I should have done one for Finarfin (maybe a next time)...here's CEO! Finarfin to continue this Modern AU.

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CEO! Finarfin who…inherited the smallest share of his father’s company after the will was read and turned out to have the most successful business ever. More successful than Feanor and easily surpassed him in the markets with a grand welcome of deals and shares. His company ran the most prolonged, longer than his father's rule.

CEO! Finarfin who…was pleased to hire you as his forensic accountant and was blown away by your credentials. There wasn’t an area on your resume that showed you being incapable of anything. This pushed him to have you as his certified forensic accountant, not wanting to have anyone else sort out all his financial reports. He needed someone with vast skills who could keep up with his business work etiquette, and you had them all.

CEO! Finarfin who…asks for you to do background research on all of the companies before he makes a deal or co-signs with them. He respects your words and looks forward to your guidance, believing in your final say about companies, their work ethics and financial history. He doesn’t have the need to consult another accountant to clarify if the data acquired is true or false.

CEO! Finarfin who…not only loves your advice in business but also in life. He looks forward to the motivational words you give him whenever he’s stressed out by his eldest brother or family problems. There are moments during meetings you would notice the stress and make a few comments here and there to relieve himself and have a break. Other times, when the meeting is over or midway, the conversation changes outside of work matters.

CEO! Finarfin who…also insists that you tag along to lunch because you do so much for him, way out of your job description, thus you deserve some time off to take away his stress (that is if you are living nearby and not overseas).

CEO! Finarfin who…can’t help but feel touched by the extra distance you’re willing to go and can’t help but wonder what your motives were. Were you trying to get closer to him because it wasn’t the first time someone attempted, plus, he was a single desirable bachelor? Many were lining up for his hand in marriage. Or were you genuinely sincere towards him? He hoped the latter, he did fancy you.

CEO! Finarfin who…takes the chance to ask you out for dinner one day out of the blue and almost walked into his office door after you told him yes. You saw the natural radiant beam of light shine out from him when realised he still had his game and charm.

NSFW

CEO! Finarfin who…takes the opportunity to bring you to his company whenever face-to-face meetings are being held. Sometimes, the chauffeur will retrieve you before him at Finarfin’s request just to have you sit and wait for his return after a morning jog. When he comes in, he’s wearing a simple thin tee and sweatpants that do not hide his physique. Thus, you are caught drooling at his body and he takes notice.

CEO! Finarfin who…loves to hold you close when kissing you so you could feel the outline of his physique through his shirt and shiver at the close contact. He runs his own hands up and down your body as the kiss escalates and lifts you onto his table to press his bulge into your core. The little gasp you would make just turns him into a little demon who walks you over to his sofa and allow you to grind over his crotch.

CEO! Finarfin who…would unbutton your shirt as you’re making out in his office and leave a litter of hickeys around your chest and neck and send you back to the accountant firm, with at least the top two buttons undone, hot and bothered. He knows that your underwear was soaked and was itching to have it off, but he’s a patient person.

CEO! Finarfin who…waits until you’ve both returned to his home, where he presses you against the walls to have his way. A passionate lover who has you speaking in tongues — he’s that good. King of aftercare and indulges in shower sex and morning sex. He tends to have more energy in the morning, so his pace is faster.

CEO! Finarfin who…doesn’t take the chance of fucking you in his office when you visit because he’s always busy and anyone could walk in, so he prefers his house. He does take back his word when he’s stressed out by his elder brother’s competitive behaviour, and you’re around to save the day with a blowjob under his desk and then riding him like no tomorrow. He lost his mind at your actions and didn’t hesitate to bend you over his desk, whispering in your ear about how good you were always for him.

CEO! Finarfin who…hates to use you as a stress reliever but loves how you feel around him when he’s stressed. His senses are heightened so he seeks you to dispel his tiredness with a nice rough fuck. Prefers when you call him affectionate names with the exception of ‘Sir’, it gets you bent over any surface. Hates and loves when you run your hand through his hair or tug him by his collar and call him Sir.

CEO! Finarfin who…invests in buying you pretty lingerie because he’s a sucker for them and loves the way you look. He’s torn between taking you in them and ripping them off your body, either way, you’re always getting a new stock. He acts like your sugar daddy even though you can more than afford the same things he purchases for you (he just wants to spoil you). Once you dropped the comment and he just raised a brow and smirked because he knew how true it was.

CEO! Finarfin who…fucks you a little rougher than usual whenever he meets with his family and complains the entire night about them as he’s fucking you — it’s the one time he’s very rough and doesn’t let you have any control. You’re literally his personal stress reliever.

CEO! Finarfin who…calls you ‘his baby’ and enjoys taking you to events, loving to see you decked out in the finest jewellery and clothes. His heart swells even more with the realisation that he’s more than just spoiling you and treating you like his sugar baby, he fancies you. Later on, asks for you to officially move in with him and make things official between you two.

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[caliawen]

𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐨𝐲

Pairing = Finarfin x reader

Genre = mature

General ratings = 18+ (explicit sexual content), fluff, smut

Content warnings = mentions of pregnancy & of birth, mentions of vomiting, oral sex (f!receiving), male masturbation

Reader’s gender = afab!reader, but no ‘explicit’ gender (the only pronoun used to describe reader is ‘you’)

Word count = 1.7k

Notes = yayyy! This is my first ever fanfic, so please be indulgent and leave constructive criticism! Also, melmë means ‘love’

The sun rays caress your skin gently, waking you up from your slumber. You crack open an eye, before smiling. You are cocooned in your bedsheets and you can feel your husband nuzzling his face in your back. You turn around and smile as you see Finarfin grin in his sleep, his sunny mane flowing like rivers of gold on his pillow.

It’s then that you lose your smile as you’re hit by a wave of nausea. You quickly get up and make a run for the bathroom, falling to your knees in front of the toilet.

“For Eru’s sake!” you murmur, a little angry that your morning was ruined by this. You start to vomit, sweating as your body works hard. You distantly hear your husband call out your name worriedly.

“Melmë, are you alright?” He asks, holding your hair back and stroking your back comfortingly.

You smile a little at your husband’s worry and because you’re finished vomiting. You look up at him after you wiped your mouth.

“I’m fine now, my love. It was just morning sickness!” You tell him, trying to ease his worry.

His shoulders relax and he smiles back at you, helping you get up and get to the sink so you could wash out the taste of bile from your mouth.

~~~

You were seated in your bed, head on Finarfin’s shoulder as he hand-fed you, despite your protests.

“My dear, I can feed myself just as well as you!”

“I know, honey, I know. I just want to do it. You deserve to be pampered!” He says, smiling brightly.

You roll your eyes while smiling. Finarfin had gotten even more dotting when your pregnancy started, almost letting you do nothing so that he could do everything. You had to fight him tooth and nail to be able to do certain things on your own, as he seemed dead set on spoiling you. It seemed to get even worse as time passed and as your belly bump grew.

“You know, my love, we could go take a walk in the gardens today. Have a picnic, just you and me..?”

You smiled at your husband, love overflowing your heart as you saw him bite his lip, as if you could refuse such a wonderful date idea. That was one of the things you adored about Finarfin. He never took you for granted and still made efforts to please you, long into your marriage.

“I’d love that, sweetheart!”

~~~

You were seated on a soft and smooth nap on the still damp grass, leaning against a tree. Your legs were stretched out in front of you and Finarfin used that to his advantage. His head was resting on your thighs and he was telling your very pregnant belly a silly story, claiming he was telling the little one so that he would stop kicking you.

“Onece upon a time, there was a very pretty golden bunny that adored carrots! He liked them so much, he ate all the carrots that existed! The bunny was then sad, because there were no carrots left to eat and he realised he was also lonely ; he had no friends. A majestic and beautiful swan then descended from the sky on day, calling out to the bunny. She told him ‘I will give you carrot seeds, bunny, but only if you promise to let your greed rest aside and share the carrots you grow to all the other animals that are starving!’ The bunny, having learned his lesson, accepted the deal. Later, when the carrots were finally ready to be eaten, he shared all of them with the other animals. There was a magnificent crow, a beautiful fox, an enchanting nightingale and a baby lion! No longer famished, all these animals thanked the bunny and promised him that they would come to his aid if he ever needed it. When they were about to go on their way, the bunny called out : ‘Wait!’ The animals turned around and looked at him, confused. The bunny shyly told them : ‘I would like to be your friend, if you would have me!’ The animals all looked at each other, unsure. This bunny was the reason they had starved! But in the end, they accepted. And so, the animals never went hungry again and the bunny wasn’t lonely anymore. The End.”

You giggled at Finarfin’s story, asking him with a raised brow :

“Where do you get your imagination, love?”

“Well, I have the most inspiring muse of all times!” He responded, winking at you.

You both laughed and spent the rest of the afternoon lazily lounging under that tree.

~~~

It was now night, and for someone who had such a lazy day, you were exhausted, to say the least. Finarfin was of course there to take care of you, murmuring terms of endearments to you. Finarfin started to massage you and you relaxed back into his hands. He then started humming a song you didn’t know and you smiled, appreciating his voice. That is, until your baby kicked you hard.

“Ouch! Oh, Eru! You’re going to be the death of me, little one!”

Finarfin chuckled and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. While you grumbled, faking being irritated with your baby, Finarfin started leaving gentle bites on your neck and ears. When he sucked upon a particularly sensitive spot, you moaned.

“Ahh, Arafinwë..!”

You yelped when you felt him pick you up and carry you bridal style to your shared bed. He put you down delicately on your back and you looked into his eyes, lust beginning to make heat spread in your body. Your husband took one of your hands in his and kissed your knuckles, while simultaneously disrobing you with the other. When you felt he was taking too long, you took matters into your own hands and finished undressing yourself and started to do the same to your love, who simply looked at you, adoration and devotion pouring out of his eyes and making you want to cry.

When you were both naked, you started to kiss him deeply, hearing and feeling him moan. You lost track of time as you made out with Finarfin, but your pussy was aching to be touched and filled. You pulled back from him and chuckled a little as his mouth followed yours. You looked into his eyes and he seemed to get the message, making you lay down on the bed excitedly. He kissed his way up your legs, passing a particularly long amount of time on the inside of your thighs. Your moans became impatient and louder, frustrated that he was so close but not where you wanted him to be!

You put a hand in his silky locks and pushed him closer to your cunt, practically desperate at this point to have any possible friction on your throbbing pussy. He went happily, moaning as he finally started to eat you out. He did so like a man starved, like your juices could make him a Vala, like this was what his purpose in life was. Your moans increased and they were the only sounds that could be heard, along with the obscene noises of Finarfin’s mouth on your pussy did. At one point, he started to rut into his hand, making him moan and grunt into your cunt, which gave you a delicious kind of pleasure. It wasn’t long before you came, chanting his name over and over, as he also spilled in his hand.

You both laid on the bed, sweaty and tired but feeling satisfied. You closed your eyes as you heard Finarfin get up and going to get a rag, shivering a little as the heat left your body, making you feel cold. You opened your eyes again as you heard Finarfin coming back, already cleaned, and starting to wipe you down with a wet and hot rag. You sighed contently and closed your eyes, Irmo’s calling becoming too insistent to resist. You vaguely heard your husband tell you to have good dreams before you fell asleep.

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You woke up, feeling too hot and uncomfortable. You opened your eyes, moaning in despair as you saw the light of (telperion?) coming in through the curtains. You looked at the ceiling and suddenly tought. ‘Now’. You quickly put yourself in the foetus position as you felt an unbearably painful cramp take hold of your abdomen. You held your tummy as you cried out. This woke up your husband, who you tought called the healers in a strong and powerful voice, as you could mostly just hear your blood being pumped by your frantic heart. The healers arrived, and the rest was a painful and hazy blur, your mind seemingly hiding itself from the pain you felt.

You came back when you heard the first cries of your sweet baby and the healer telling you it was a baby boy that was healthy. The healer gently laid you small child in your awaiting arms, and you cooed at your baby.

“My small and perfect boy…” You realized as you said this that you were crying, Finarfin hugging you and kissing your cheek.

“What will his amilissë be, my love?” He gently asked you, like he was afraid of startling you.

You smiled adoringly, thinking back to the dream you had of the name of your child.

“His amilissë shall be Findaráto.”

Your husband smiled at you lovingly, before turning his eyes back to your child.

“Well hello, Findaráto.. I think your ataressë will be Ingoldo..”

Finarfin then looked back at you.

“What a beautiful name you chose for our son! He even inherited your beauty!”

You snorted, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“He has your hair and your beautiful eyes, my dear.” You said, grinning.

“Well, he has your nose, your ears and your hands.”

“How could you know if he has my hands? His are so tiny!”

“I just know it, melmë. Call it father instinct!”

You snort again, smiling softly at your husband. Finarfin smiles back, before leaning in and kissing you on the lips, softly. He then looks down as your precious son yawns.

“Welcome to our family, Findaráto… our little bundle of joy.”

End notes = I know that in canon, Ingoldo is Finrod’s amilissë and Findaráto is ataressë, but I wanted to change it up, sooo I did. Also, ataressë means ‘father name’ and amilissë ‘mother name’.

#arafinwe #finarfin #x reader #smut #fluff #finrod #the silmarillion #the silm fandom #jrr tolkien #tolkien #imagine #fanfic

[lovefairymina]

Finarfin, do you prefer sweeter wines?

"Not overly sweet, but just sweet. Why? Are you planning something?" he quizzed with a curious smile on his face.

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {finarfin} #finarfin x you #finarfin imagine #finarfin x reader #finarfin #arafinwë #arafinwe #ingoldo #house of finarfin #arafinweans

[lovefairymina]

Arafinwe, please, just fuck me already 🥹🫣

“You wish for me to take you and have my way, but you're shyly asking me? Hmm. . .” humming seductively as he removed himself from his throne, he walked over to your meek figure before him and encircled your body before whispering in your ear, “disrobe for me.”

#♡{sweet.kisses} ~ {finarfin} #finarfin #finarfin x you #finarfin imagine #finarfin x reader #house of finarfin #arafinwe #arafinwë #ingoldo #arafinweans