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lamemaster · 25 days

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Elves with morosexual tendencies

AN: Random af idea. Sorry Nerdanel but I cannot resist writng Feanor with this one.

Genre: Fluff

Maedhros✋🏻:

Let's just say elder brother tendencies tend to carry on to other aspects of life. Specifically, when he sees you struggling with "deteriat" for the fifth time. Maedhros stifles a smile, the memory of your early love letters flashing in his mind.

He could still recall the scandalized heat that rose to his cheeks when one enthusiastic letter declared "coitus welcome" instead of "courteous welcome." Another endearing misspelling had him picturing you at court, charming dignitaries as a "courtesan" instead of a "courtier."

"Hey! It's not my fault that your world doesn't offer autocorrect," you mumble, your brow furrowed as you return your attention to the report – a rather dry document on trade routes that desperately needed a touch of your usual spark.

"My love, I am your autocorrect," Maedhros chuckles, his amusement evident as he plops down next to you. He reaches over, gently taking the parchment and circling the misspelled word. "It's 'deteriorate,'" he writes with a flourish, the familiar fondness warming his gaze as he watches you pout playfully.

🌲Beleg🌲:

He is no stranger to this special brand of humans. Turin Turumbar was a handful, but you... you were a different kind of chaos. Beleg blinked, taking in the scene before him. The door to your shared home lay in splinters on the floor, a gaping hole now marking the entrance.

"You did what?" he finally managed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and weary amusement. You stood there, a sheepish grin plastered on your face, your hands twisted together in a nervous knot.

"Listen!" you began, your voice taking on a frantic edge. "The door wouldn't open, and the baker was just leaving these incredibly heavy rolls, and I—"

"And you decided the best course of action was to batter it down?" Beleg interjected, his eyebrow raised. "Because apparently, pulling is a concept that eludes some humans."

"Well, it wouldn't budge!" you protested. "And I needed the rolls for lunch! Besides, I thought perhaps it was just slightly jammed."

Beleg sighed, shaking his head. Maybe living with a human wasn't such a bad idea after all. It certainly kept things interesting. He grabbed a nearby broom and gestured towards the splintered remains of the door.

🔥Feanor🔥:

"We cannot use flamethrowers to melt driveway snow," Feanor declared, his voice laced with a barely contained fury. A vein pulsed ominously in his temple, and his normally fiery eyes seemed to crackle with indignation.

You, however, remained undeterred. "Why not?" you countered, tilting your head in innocent curiosity. "It will get the job done quickly and efficiently."

"And burn the house down in the process?" Feanor retorted, his voice rising in disbelief. Had you truly lost all sense of reason?

"But Feanor," you persisted, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "think of the time we'll save! Plus, the dramatic exit the melted snow will make leading right down to the street? Unforgettable!"

Just then, a curtain twitched across the street, and a bewildered neighbor peeked out their window. "Is everything alright over there? We saw sparks!" they called out, their voice laced with concern.

"Oh nothing just my elf tweaking," you smile blindingly at the neighbor, completely oblivious to Feanor's growing sense of dread.

Feanor groaned, burying his face in his hands. He could picture the headlines already: "Couple Sets House Ablaze in Attempt to Melt Driveway Snow."

The sound of heavy boots stomping towards the front door did little to soothe his nerves. Curufin sauntered out, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and slung the coveted flamethrower over his shoulder with a dramatic flourish.

#the silmarillion #tolkien elves #maedhros x reader #beleg x reader #fluff #feanor x reader #sorry nerdanel

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animatorweirdo · 7 months

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Imagine Beleg comforting you

(I wanted to write this for @doodle-pops 's underrated character event. This was the best I got in the comfort section because I had only angsty ideas after reading The Children Of Hurin. It was a real rollercoaster that one. )

Warnings: getting lost, a bit of family angst, comfort.

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- It was by strange luck you had somehow managed to get through Melian’s girdle and get lost in the woods of Doriath. You didn’t even realize you had passed something magical. You just walked deeper into the woods and then realized you were terribly lost as the forest only seemed to continue and continue.

- You nearly got desperate trying to find your way out, especially when the night was coming and creatures of the night were awaking. Nothing good ever came at night, but luckily, you were found by Beleg, one of Doriath’s march wardens.

- He was surprised after finding you inside his kin’s woods without even them noticing you, but he was no less willing to help you, especially after learning you were only trying to find some herbs and got lost.

- Beleg was rather easygoing and helpful, nothing you imagined an elven march warden to be, but you were grateful and seemed to click immediately, conversing about things and making funny jokes. He helped you find the herbs you needed before escorting you back to the borders back to your hometown.

- You grew to like his company and didn’t want it to be a one-time encounter. You hoped to see him again, but since he likely had better things to do, you kept quiet and thanked him for his help before bidding farewell when it was time for you to return home before your family got worried.

- A few days passed, and you arrived at your usual spot where you liked to read in peace without your family bothering you. You enjoyed listening to the sounds of nature, and your spot offered a nice view of the surroundings.

- You had nearly forgotten the incident inside Doriath’s borders but you still missed Beleg and his calming presence. The thought of purposely getting lost again just to see him crossed your mind, but you didn’t want to bother him and possibly make him annoyed with you. It was perhaps better just to forget the elf and move on with your life.

- Well, you didn’t have to think about it too long– because after reading a few pages of your book. You were startled by someone commenting on the story and leaning against the tree right beside you, and that certain someone was Beleg himself.

- His appearance confused you, and the elf was only amused by your surprised reaction.

- Beleg told you he came to check if you had gotten lost again and then found you reading and decided to join in. You were happy to see him and slightly offended by his remark. You were not that bad in directions.

- He complimented your taste in stories because he enjoyed reading the book with you, and then strangely, you just started spending time from there, talking and reading books you sometimes brought with you.

- He was fun company, and you enjoyed listening to the stories about his kin and the forest he lived in. Menegroth and its forest sounded magical. You nearly wished to see it one day.

- He sometimes even brought books you might enjoy in the common language since you were not familiar with his people’s language.

- His free-spirited nature was so infectious that you sometimes wandered through the woods with him, discovering plants and animals you had not seen before. You began to enjoy his company more every day, and he gave good advice when times seemed rough and you felt down.

- You valued the friendship you shared with him, and honestly speaking, you don’t think you have ever felt so heard and valued by anyone else, not even with your family. You love them, but sometimes it feels like they brush you off more and leave your feelings invalid whenever an argument is born.

- Like this incident. You did not want to bother Beleg with your familial drama, but you were feeling so down after the argument with your family that you needed someone else’s company, so you wandered to your usual meeting spot and found him there.

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“Morning, (Name)! How are you feeling on this wonderful morning?” Beleg greeted with that usual grin of his. You nearly felt better, but the heavy thoughts in your mind only made you utter a greeting in return as you stopped beside the tree.

Beleg seemed to sense something was going on as his grin dropped, and he looked at you with concern. “(Name)? Is everything alright? You seem… like you have a dark cloud over your head,” he questioned.

You unintentionally choked and released a tear. “Sorry! It’s just…” You dried off the tear and tried to control yourself. “... I’m just having a bad day,”

“Well, it seems it's more than just a bad day,” Beleg uttered as he carefully observed you and your body language. He was now more concerned and could sense you were holding in deep emotions and not the good kind. “Tell me, my friend. What happened? Did something terrible happen to you or anyone you know?” he asked as he gently laid his hand on your back.

You struggled to hold in your tears, but they forcefully came out, and choked gasps escaped your mouth. “No! It’s… “You rubbed your eyes, but they still watered with painful hot tears. “I had an argument with my family, and nothing good was said,” you confessed. “I feel so empty… and like – nothing I do matters,” Beleg’s eyes dropped with sympathy as he comfortably rubbed your back.

“I don’t believe that. You had done quite a lot of things that mattered,” Beleg said. “It doesn’t really feel like it, especially to my family,” you said.

Beleg was quiet for a moment before wrapping his arms around you and bringing you in a gentle hug. You were surprised for a moment before wrapping your arms around him and weeping out all the tears you tried to hold in. Beleg gently stroked your hair as you cried against his chest, nearly feeling his own tears form in his eyes.

“It’s okay to cry for not all tears are evil,” he said as he continued stroking your hair. “What you might not see in yourself, others see in you. You do matter. To others and to me…” he held you as you two stood beneath the tree.

#beleg #underratedcharacterevent #beleg x reader #beleg imagines #silm fic #silmarillion #silmarillion imagines #tolkien #middle earth x reader #middle earth imagines #beleg x human reader

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lovefairymina · 8 months

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Beleg, my love, could you teach me how to listen to the trees? I want to listen to their songs as you do :)

“Come,” he beckoned as he took your hand and sat you between his legs. “Close your eyes and take a few deep breaths…clear your mind,” he commanded. His voice hovered like a careful whisper in the background, tender and patient. “Do not worry if you don't get it on the first try; practice makes improvements.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {beleg}#silm imagines #beleg x reader #beleg imagine #beleg x you #beleg strongbow #beleg cuthalion #beleg queuethalion #beleg #marchwarden of doriath #doriath #middle earth imagine

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 4 months

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Lovely M! I feel so out of touch with the Tolkien fandom recently D;

Would you be willing to write The Christmas Morning Breakfast with Beleg or Galdor please? I need some sweetness this holiday season and I love your writing!

I am fine with your strongest lemon if you decide to go that path<3 Thank you in advance!

Pairing: Modern! Beleg x Fem. Reader (second person POV)

Themes: Soft | Smut

Word count: 1.3K words

Summary: A game of chase ensues while Beleg tries to prepare brunch on Christmas morning

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

Divider by @estrelinha-s

Beleg set the wooden spoon he was holding down on the breakfast counter and sighed the way a father might after catching their child racing towards the house, all covered in mud. “My love, the blueberries are supposed to go into the pancake batter instead of your mouth. And the whipped cream is supposed to go on them after they’ve finished, not into that bowl you’re holding.”

You flashed a wicked smile at him. “Can I be blamed for waking up with a yen for berries and cream?”

“Yes.”

“But it’s Christmas morning!”

“Precisely. It’s Christmas morning.” Beleg removed the can of whipping cream out of your hands and placed it on a shelf far out of your reach. He laughed when you narrowed your eyes to thin slats and glared at him. “And we have guests coming by for brunch. Do you really want to serve them plain pancakes with neither berries nor toppings?”

“Yes. No. Please, Beleg, please,” you whine shamelessly. “Just a little more. Please.”

“I said no,” he replied firmly, but not unkindly. Then he reached for the box of blueberries by your side. “Now let me have the rest of those. Please.”

You snatched it before he could and leaped out of your stool. “You’ll have to catch me first!”

Beleg chuckled breathlessly, giving you all of ten seconds before he chased after you. “You will regret this, my love!” he cried.

“I doubt it!” You shouted back and raced out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Your heart pounded with exhilaration when you turned to your right and hid in the first room that caught your attention. Too late did you realize that it was Beleg’s office, and that Beleg had the nose of a bloodhound. You stopped and sniffed the air. Your perfume easily stood out against the orange beeswax polish used on the furniture.

Damn it, you think to yourself. If I can smell my perfume, he can too. He’ll know I’m in here. And I can’t get out either. I’ll run straight into him.

There was little else you could do but hide behind his desk and hope that he did not set foot inside this room. The first five minutes flew by, and you saw neither hide nor hair of him. You turned to look at the wall-mounted clock, and you kept looking at it. Five minutes became seven, and seven turned to ten. Ten minutes came and went, and Beleg was nowhere to be seen. Thinking he had gone back to the kitchen to cook, you scurried away from the table, thoroughly pleased with yourself. That feeling of triumph lasted only for a few seconds, for a powerful pair of arms went around as soon as you rose to your feet.

“There you are!” Beleg hooted when you squealed and squirmed in his arms.

“Beleg!” You gasped between giggles. “How did you get in here without making a sound?”

“I am a hunter, my love,” he growled in your ear. “Moving without making a sound is what I excel at. That and I took great care when finishing that door and the floors of this room. Sound does not carry in here. Now. You gave me a bit of a chase instead of helping me prepare brunch. I think you should be punished for it.”

Heat bloomed and surged just beneath your skin. Beleg was going to punish you, he said. How exactly was he going to punish you? It was something you craved to find out for yourself.

“Are you going to bend me over the desk and spank me?” You tease and lift your chin, your eyes ablaze with wicked humor. “Then admonish me and call me all sorts of colorful things for making you chase me around the house instead of helping you cook?”

A dare, one that he would have entertained had he had enough time for it. “Not now,” he told you, and he sat you down on the edge of the table. Then he took the box of berries out of your hands and placed it on the side. “Our guests are going to be here in an hour, and I do not have the time for it. I certainly do not have time to reward bad girls and their bratty behavior.”

“Oh, so I am a brat now?” Beleg undid his belt and took your hands. The leather was warm against your wrists when he bound them, but it was loose enough for you to move your hands without the edges cutting into your skin. “How big of a brat am I?”

Beleg did not answer you. He kissed you instead, spreading your thighs apart with his hands and pulling your skirt up to your waist. Adrenaline from the chase gave way to dark and heady lust, and he kissed and kissed and kissed, his mouth feasting on yours even as his hand slipped up your leg and came to rest between the apex of your thighs. There was a ripping sound. Your underwear came apart easily with a single yank of his hand.

So sweet, he thought to himself. I can still taste the blueberries and cream on her lips.

He feasted like one that was half-starved, kissing you until you were breathless, and until you shook violently beneath him. His skillful fingers slipped over, and then slid inside, the glorious heat of your body. His welcomed intrusion jolted you, and sent electrifying shocks pulsing up your spine. Moan after moan poured into his mouth, and plea after wanton plea asked for the same thing.

More.

“Not now.” Beleg drew back and unzipped his jeans. He tugged both it and his boxers down just low enough to free his cock. “And not for you.”

You gaped at him, unable to believe what you were hearing. No more for you? What did he mean by that? Beleg hushed any protest you would have uttered with a single look of warning.

“Good girl,” he remarked, and he kissed you again. He did not give you time to think, so desperate was he to lose himself in your flesh. He pushed himself inside of you, groaning deeply against your throat as he did so. He was so big. Gloriously, wonderfully big. You wished you could clutch at his back while he drove himself so relentlessly into you. However, you made yourself content with the feeling of him pressing hard against you, his arm vise-like around your waist, and his free hand gripping tight on your hip. Beleg took all that you could offer him without mercy.

“You are not to finish,” he commanded. “I will take care of you later, but until then, you cannot finish. Is that understood?”

He silenced more protests with yet another look of warning. And you knew better than to protest. Beleg would deny you and tease you for days on end if you did so.

“Yes,” you voice your acceptance. Beleg moaned softly and whispered your name. That thrilled you greatly—how he uttered your name with reverence. “I agree.”

He shook and gripped your hip harder. Beleg plunged deeper and harder and faster until the room had begun to spin in his eyes. Then you urged him to finish, and clamped your legs around his waist. It undid him completely. He fell apart with a silent cry, his teeth nipping at your shoulder while he shivered and emptied himself inside of you. He kept holding you to him, his chest heaving from the effort. Another minute or two passed in blissful silence before Beleg slid out of you and loosened the belt around your wrist.

“Let’s go get ourselves cleaned up quickly,” he said, and he picked up the ruins of your underwear from the floor. “I’ll make you a special Christmas morning breakfast as a treat, and then make you come after the others have left, but you must behave and help me first.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied eagerly, and you saluted him. Beleg grinned and led you out of his office.

Tags: @asianbutnotjapanese @stormchaser819

#whimsy's christmas fics #beleg #beleg smut #beleg strongbow #beleg x reader #reader insert #reader insert requests #the silm #the silm smut #twelve days of ficsmas

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awkwardkindatries · 2 years

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Ohohohoho! Yessss Wax play

Each drop of red hot wax against his skin made him tremble. Sweet, heavenly groans filling the near empty room. Beleg arched at the next few drops that landed on his lower abdomen. He let out another set of drawn out moans. Eyebrows pinched together, Beleg's eyes were teary as he looked up at you. Beleg let out a soft, sweet moan, wordlessly pleading for you.

Cooing softly, you set the candle down. Brushing away his sweaty hair back, revealing all of his face. "You look so perfect like this," Smiling, you kissed his temple, "so beautiful." He let out a desperate whine as you trailed a hand to his chest, picking at the cooled wax that dotted his skin. Your free hand pulled at the fabric that filled his mouth, pecking his lips softly before pulling back to look into his eyes. They were filled with unshed tears as they met yours. "Do you wish for more, love?" You asked, searching for clarity.

Beleg without hesitation, moaned "Yes!" He threw his head back "Yes, please! Please!" The tears fell as he gave one more whine. "Please, mistress?"

Giving him a pleased smile, you kiss him fully on the lips, a loud moan left him at the contact. Pulling away, you pulled the gag back up to his mouth, he hummed as it muffled him once again. "Thank you, love," kissing his shoulder, you grabbed the candle again.

Admiring the red wax pooled around the flame, you tipped it just enough to allow five drops to trail down from his chest to his navel. He tensed before thrusting his hips up, only the air to meet him. Stopping briefly, you allowed him to recover. Inhale, moan, inhale, moan, sigh. You tipped the candle again, lower, down towards his thighs. The wax landed near the slope of his inner thighs, that led the wax to trail just slightly lower on his thighs.

Humming, you tipped the candle again, "I wonder," he gave a loud moan as the wax landed near his erect, leaking cock. "Can you cum just from this?" In response Beleg's cock gave a very noticeable jolt, a small amount of pre landed on his belly. Laughing, you sit back, "Well, only one way to find out. Right, love?" A sob and another thrust of hips was your only response.

Erest-whore

Yes!! Beleg!!

I’ve saved this one for inspiration for later

#spicy #beleg #Beleg/reader #Beleg x reader #kinktober 2022

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i-did-not-mean-to · 8 months

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Kinktober 2023

Ladies and Gents, here is the Masterlist for the Kinktober Challenge, brought to you by @cilil

Body worship & virginity - Caranthir x Finrod

Roleplay/role reversal/CNC & bondage - Thorin x OC/reader

Intercrural sex & wings - Day 1 - Gothmog x Eönwë

Bath/shower & incubi/succubi - Manwë x Ulmo

Cam & temperature play - Daeron x Maglor

Knotting & frottage - Finrod x Wolf-Sauron (dark)

Dirty talk & lingerie - Angbang

Voyeurism & dub-con/non-con - Gríma

(Pseudo) Incest & torture Fëanor x Fingolfin

Orgy & Predator/prey - Day 4 - Celegorm x Oromë x Aredhel

Size difference & friends/enemies with benefits - Glorestor

Breath play & humiliation/degradation - Maglor x Glorfindel for @maglor-my-beloved

Masturbation & massages - Ori x OC

Authority kink & oral - Russingon (for anon)

Somnophilia & impact play - Day 7 - Nerdanel x Anairë

Fingering & aphrodisiacs - Bagginshield

Blood play & wet dreams/dream sex - Nightmare!Irmo x Curufin

ABO & praise kink - Day 3 - Melkor/Maedhros for anon

Telepathy & sex worker/stripper - Gondolin ot3 (for @jaz-the-bard)

Crossdressing & pegging - Day 2 - Námo x Vairë (for @cilil)

Clothed sex & blindfolds- Finwë/Thingol

Electrostimulation & pet play - Finrod/Celegorm/Curufin for MoonLord

Knife/Sword/Gun play & cock warming - Fíli x OC/reader

Hand kink/gloves & toys - Celebrimbor x Narvi for anon

Daddy/Mommy & edging/OD - Théoden x OC/reader

Hate fucking & Emotional/therapy sex - Day 5 - Manwë x Melkor

Glory Hole & breeding kink/creampie - Maeglin x Gondolin (lol) for anon

Boots/feet & intoxication - Beleg x Mablung

Public & Biting/Marking - Day 6 - Curumo x Aiwendil

Tentacles & nipple play - Silvergifting

Extra: Monsterfucking, claustrophilia, mirror play, hypnosis/mind control, dumbification, oviposition, dacryphilia, voice kink, mistaken identity

ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ: Voyeurism, Virginity, and Sex Pollen - Gothmog x Eönwë, Thuri x Ilmarë, Russingon

I will try to write short ficlets for all of these ("try" being the keyword).

Please give it up for @cilil who has compiled this lovely list -> ✨post!✨

The original graphic is under the "read more" <3

And, as if this was not suicidal enough, I'll integrate the 7 days of @silmsmutweek into the roster (in green).

#og post #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt #Masterlist #Kinktober 2023 #cilil #Minors DNI

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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Can I get headcanons on how elves flirt in general or court someone they have a crush on? I'm assuming it's not like how humans do, since they are wise and fairer than most other races. 💘

How Elves Crush/Flirt or Being in Love ft. my original characters

pairing elves x reader (separate)

a/n I put many elves as I possibly could - added my ocs too (in italics). I may have changed it up a little - sorry it just flowed. As always I love for you @theladyvanya for helping me out with characters I haven’t written before

HOPELESS ROMANTICS: Sings songs or dedicates poetry or make handcrafted ornaments or trinkets to win you over - something made their with love and admiration for you. Sometimes stumbles when speaking to you. Showers you with compliments daily - although nervous. Brings flowers or handcrafted delicate hair clip pieces. Hair is important to very elf - but they would make it romantic, if even gifting giving is not your style. They makes things special and mark every little occasion and make it romantic. Basically they show their love to through gifts.

Maglor, Finrod, Nerdanel, Celebrian, Arwen, Galadriel, Celeborn, Fingon, Idril, Ecthelion, Míriel, Aredhel, Pre-Oath Maedhros, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Glorfindel, Lúthien, Beleg, Dior Lúthriel, Cóloniélë

THE OBLIVOUSLY OBVIOUS TO GIFT GIVERS: They are really head over heels in love without you - they are usually very stubborn act stern around most. But the moment you walk through that door, it like you ground them - suddenly whatever stress, frustration or anger they felt melted away with the site of you. They think they are being completely oblivious - but the stares and the visually relaxing of their stress-filled bodies, or how they speak to with the utmost care trying to throw in a few nice words here or there, that speaks volumes to others. They do not know show to show proper affection - or it would take time to learn so instead they showers you with gifts once they have come to terms with their feelings - once the gifts come in they will not stop until you tell them it is too much xD

Caranthir, Erestor, Thranduil, Feanor, Haldir, Feanor, Curufin, Argon, Post-Angband Maedhros, Ixalië

HELPLESSY AND HOPELESSY IN LOVE IDIOTS: The cannot make one sentence out correctly to their crush. They try to be discreet but it never goes as plans - easily when other elves easily point it out. They are blushing mess trying to speak with you. Sometimes they try the way of becoming your secret admirer - trying to build up their courageous through sweet little notes it trinkets, before they try and confess to you. They will stumble and fall over their words - embarrassed and flustered - they might try and make a run for it but hold on to them please.

Lindir, Maeglin, Caranthir, Finarfin, Penlod, Amrod, Amras, Beleg, Cala, Lúthriel

THE CONFIDENT ONES: They can be real flirts - yes the smirking, winking, innuendo jokes and all. They are not ashamed or embarrassed to flirt with you - but rather confident in their feeling of wanting to make you theirs. They try and snatch you up fast too as they are afraid of others trying to whisk you away - the faster your heart belongs to them the better. They will make it very obvious they are interest in you so - except lots of PDA when trying to flirt with you, especially when you fall hard and fast.

Celegorm, Egalmoth, Elladan, Elrohir, Amrod, Amras, Glorfindel, Rog, Angrod, Valinor!Quildalótien

AFRAID TO FALL IN LOVE AGAIN: They are truly and utterly in love with you - but they are afraid of the feeling of love or falling in love again. Especially if you are a mortal - they either cannot give up their immortality and watch you pass away or gain mortality and leave behind their family - but if they are from a high rank family or already have children unfortunately they would need to choose the former and it the hardest choice they ever had to make. They are afraid of getting their heartbroken again - please cherish and love them for as long as you can. While crushing on you - they are very overprotective of you and thats how you will know - perhaps an argument breaks out where they have been bottling it all up. They need to know where you are all times to keep themselves sane too. Their overprotectiveness speaks for their lover for you. They are also afraid to put you in danger by being involved romantically with them.

Turgon, Caranthir, Elrond, Haldir, Nerdanel, Amrod, Celebrimbor, Fingolfin, Fingon, Post-Angband Maedhros, Ecthelion, Míriel, Dior, Beleg, Argon, Aegnor, Middle Earth!Quildalótien, Cóloniélë, Cala

Taglist form

tara's taglist: @wandererindreams @fizzyxcustard @ranhanabi777 @spidergirla5 @asianbutnotjapanese @floraroselaughter @mismaeve

silm taglist: @doodle-pops

Imladris taglist: @queenstarlight2

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vibratingskull · 3 months

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Incorruptible

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29

Tags : Angst/hurt/comfort, trial, reader is disabled

Nather's trial starts and you're on the witness bench. May justice be in your favor.

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You’re completely and utterly

disgusted.

You’re sitting in silence on the witness bench of the trial, seething as the time goes by. If you needed another proof that Nather was influential you had a whole display today.

Confined at residence.

That’s all.

You look at him in disbelief, comfortably seated in the dock, fanning himself with a satisfied smile, he looks like he’s enjoying himself. A single scar across his cheek is the only proof he got a bit shaked by the interrogators. You dig your nails in the fabric of your pants, fixed on him. Saying that you want to throw your fist in his jaw is an understatement. The media renamed him the butcher of Tyrahn, which appears to amuse him tremendously.

The church pushed back, lamenting that they didn't know about the situation on Tyrahnn, that such conduct was against all they stand for, that it was an heresy. The Beleg was quickly covered by the community and cleared by trial. Maybe the church as a whole was not a fuckfest of degenerates but each member of Nather's little playground is also a church member. At the start of the trial, the population was outraged and the backlash against the church was huge, in return it started its own defense movement. A lot of families and members left the cult either to create a fresh new church or to cut ties definitively. Other stayed and tried to salvage the honor of the church, denouncing the acts of Nather and his inner circle. In some weird way it actually strengthened the bond between the members, and they started huge protests to defend their faith.

Concerning yourself, this faith is dead.

You're a witness in this trial, not a victim. You quickly understand via Tarkin's agents that the trial would be about the damages he has done to the Empire as a whole and not to his victims, his "collaterals" as they called you. And despite that, he just lost his position and is consigned to residence, which basically means vacation under the sun for him. Oh, all the other members of this traffic are punished, the mere underlings will be sent to prisons like Narkina 5, but the instigators just got a slap on the hand, protected by Nather Satlove. Your only hope is that the lawyers of the plaintiff are not happy about it and will surely appeal that judgment.

But for now you're sickened by the verdict, you feel it down your stomach, the inner turmoil bubbling under the surface ready to spill out. You're so angered you feel a cold sweat down your spine. You wipe your forehead with the back of your head when you feel a burning gaze on your neck. You turn back to see Thrawn looking at you with an inquisitive stare. He exposed his testimony in an earlier session some days ago, as you did. It was clear and concise, exposing the fact of the matter, but even a grand admiral testimony was not enough to bring Nather's down, and you had the disagreeable impression it's because Thrawn is an alien. Not only that, the lawyers tried to remove his credibility by bringing his gestion of the attack, that he recklessly threw his troops against Nather's, creating a massacre. You have full trust in Thrawn's strategic abilities and know this to be untrue and grotesque, but the judges don't know him like you do and are sensible to suggestions. Nather's lawyers attacked him on his supposed attempts to raze the city to the ground for a "lowly Lieutenant Commander" much to Thrawn's confusion, he didn't understand the political repercussions this could have and the political trap he just stepped into. For an awfully long moment it became Thrawn's trial until the judge put the court back in order.

But the Empire is supposed to bring peace and justice, surely it can't contempt itself with such condamnation.

Surely it can't…

But for now you're witnessing this joke under your eyes, and you're not sure you can take much more of it.

You silently rise from your seat and squeeze yourself between the different witnesses to get out. You feel two pairs of eyes on you as you discreetly exit the room.

You walk as quick as you can with your crutches in the prestigious corridors of the courthouse and end up in some sort of square edged by some well maintained bushes. Each of your steps is echoed by the sound of your new metal legs against the stone. You're out of breath, at the end of yourself. You want to scream, to break something, anything to expunge your frustration, this injustice. You sit down on a bench, trying to get back control over yourself but the ire is so strong, it is unbearable. People avoid your bench as your aura is so bitter and dark, or because of your murderous stare. You’re so tired, you want to bury your head under pillows and not wake up for several days. You want to be left alone.

You're squirming and agitating yourself when a hand grabs yours. You spin on yourself, ready to give whoever this is a piece of your mind when you stop dead in your tracks.

“Thrawn… “

“Why did you leave?” He asks softly.

You sigh

“Because I couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. Seeing him with his dumb happy smile plastered on his face like that… I couldn't.”

You feel tears rising.

“What will I say to Vez? To his family? ‘Sorry, the man who destroyed your lives will live drinking cocktails under the sun ?’“

You fully broke sobbing at this thought and Thrawn embraces you in his reassuring arms. You snuggle yourself against his chest, hugging him back. He caresses the back of your head and the low of your back, cradling you gently.

“Oh maker, what will I say… “

“The truth, you will say the truth. You owe him that.” He murmurs.

You cry as you never cried, wetting his elegant trench coat. You ugly cry loudly with no regard for the people starting to leave the law court. You earn some strange gaze from them but you can't care less.

You hear numerous steps speeding in your direction then suddenly you're blinded by flashes and mics being pushed at your mouth.

“You're one of the victims of the butcher of Tyrahn ? What are your sentiments on the verdict ?!”

“Do you think the plaintiff should appeal !?”

“Miss, what can you tell us-”

You yelp and bury your head in Thrawn's neck, trying to protect yourself from the vultures.

“Miss ! Please just one word !”

“Enough!” Thrawn shouts “Get out of the way.”

He pulls you forward, away from the deranged crowd of journalists when some more deliberately put themself in front of you.

“Miss, just a word on the verdict: do you feel like you and the other witnesses still at the hospital have been heard ?”

“Move. Out. Of. The. Way.” Thrawn speaks slowly, almost softly but with an icy cold tone sending shivers down even your spine. And his eyes…

The journalists are taken aback, and even scared. All the flashes stop and they reluctantly move out of the way silently under Thrawn's flaming gaze. Only a faint strangled murmur crosses the group. With an arm around your shoulders, Thrawn guides you to the car, promptly takes off the ground and speedly flies away.

You let your head against the window with tears rolling down your cheek, eyes roaming aimlessly in the void.

You sigh.

“Is it what am I fighting for ? A half baked justice with two speeds ?”

“If it can reassure you, the plaintiff will most probably appeal that jugement. I had a quick discussion with Tarkin a moment ago and he is dissatisfied with the verdict.”

You have a little snarky snarl. Tarkin vs Satlove, the combat promises to be epic. But it could sign the downfall of Nather, for real this time. You don't want to get let down once again but you can't stifle that little spark of hope.

You let your head bounces against the window as you silently fly to Thrawn's apartment. It is full of your boxes waiting to be open to finish your installation. You push one out of your way with your foot passively angry. You fall face first on the couch with a sigh, letting your crutches fall on the floor. You curl over yourself, hugging yourself. You hear Thrawn doing things behind your back, respecting your pain by not talking, letting you and your reflections alone.

It was early in the evening but you must have fallen asleep because the next time you open your eyes the sun is high, you find a fuming cup of caff on the tea table beside you and a plaid has been laid over you. You observe the closed door of the bedroom, Thrawn must be working at this hour…

You just take the cup and pray for a fresh start as you sip on the drink.

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#thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth’raw’nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull

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lovelylovebug · 15 days

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Rules

♡ nsfw and sfw (but nothing "questionable" like e.g. non-con, pedophilia, violence ...)

♡ stay friendly

♡ asks are welcome too, but please direct them to my other blog @elficially-done-with-life

♡ sometimes I won't answer right away, sometimes I will. It depends on how much time I have

♡ only Interactions, if you have fic requests I would be glad if you send those to my blog @elficially-done-with-life

♡ also, only Interactions between reader and characters (both platonic and romantic is allowed)... no character x character

♡ no rings of power characters (because I haven't seen the show yet and won't be able to portrait them right)

♡ Characters:

Valar:

Yavanna, Oromë, Melkor, Nienna

Noldor:

Fëanor, Nerdanel, Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, Amras, Celebrimbor, Gil-Galad, Aredhel, Maeglin, Eärendil, Idril, Elenwë, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Lalwen, Findis, Indis, Míriel, Anairë, Earwen, Finrod, Argon, Celebrían, Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, Arwen, Finduilas

Sindar:

Luthien, Beleg, Nellas, Elwing

Other Elves:

Glorfindel, Erestor, Rog, Egalmoth, Haldir

Dwarves:

Thorin, Bofur, Kili, Fili

Humans:

Eowyn, Faramir, Boromir, Haleth

#interactive blog #silm fandom #lotr x reader #silmarillion x reader #the hobbit x reader #reqs open

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doodle-pops · 7 months

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˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Welcome back to Kinktober 2023 for The Silmarillion. As usual, this masterlist and the main one will be updated after each post under the respective characters. All work will be tagged under #silm smut and #mina_kinktober2023 for easier findings.

If you enjoyed my work, I can only politely ask that you positively comment, reblog and leave a like.

Week 1 [2nd–6th]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Cockwarming | CEO! Maedhros — Show Me Your Devotion

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Somnophilia | Elladan — Sunshine and Peaches

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Fantasy/Dream Sex | Fingon — Wild, Wild Thoughts

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ First Time | Argon — Honeymoon Sweetheart

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Size Kink/Stomach Bulge | Celebrimbor — Midnight Mischief

Week 2 [9th–13th]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Thigh Riding | Feanor — Let Me Dance For You

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Brat Taming | Erestor — Troublemaker

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Dacryphilia | Námo — Love Me as You Cry

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Breeding Kink | Fingolfin — Mr. and Mrs. Hours

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Lingerie | Curufin — Diamonds and Pleasure

Week 3 [16th–20th]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Squirting | Turgon — Dusk Till Dawn

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Cunnilingus | Glorfindel — A Matter of Honour and Pride

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Hunter and Prey | Beleg — Paradise at the Border

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Corruption Kink | Eönwë — The Delicacy of a Dove

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Fingering | Thingol — Let Me Indulge in Your Fantasies

Week 4 [23rd–27th]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Mirror Kink | Finrod — Love in the Moonlight

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Body–Worship | Egalmoth — One and Only

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Threesome | Finarfin + Fingolfin — A Dance Made for Us

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Exhibitionism | Irmo — Like the World Is Watching

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Bondage | Ecthelion — Sit Still, Look Pretty

Week 5 [30th–31st]

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Sensory Play | Manwë — Desert Rose

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen | Elrond — Kiss it Better

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lamemaster · 11 days

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A Penance Unwanted

Request: Hi!🙂 How are you? ❤️Can you please spin the wheel for Gwindor? Thanks 💝✨️

Pairing: Gwindor x Reader

Genre: Timeloop au

AN: @mairablue Thanks for requesting!! Gwindor is awesome gotta love him. Such a fun concept. (What in the Hell is Happening Event)

“God dammit! You should have held him.” You groan watching Beleg die for the 25th time. Gwindor winced next to you. And from a distance you both watched Turin lament in the same low groaning pitch for the same 25th time.

“I couldn’t have done that!” Gwindor replied indignantly. “Beleg wouldn’t listen. Look at these arms, do you think I can stop Cuthalion? You should have killed the orcs and then hit Turin on the head or something.”

There had been a time when Beleg’s death daunted both Gwindor and you into silence. But now, it was a recurring event. Painful but numbed by the inevitable recurrence.

You were back at it again. Stuck in the storyline of Turin and Beleg’s tragedy. Whatever deity found this funny had a messed-up sense of humor.

"Next time, take Beleg through a longer route," you muttered, forming yet another plan, your voice heavy with a weariness born of repetition. "I'll try to find a way to poison the orcs, and hopefully, knock Turin out before he…" You trailed off, the futility of the task gnawing at you. But giving up wasn't an option. There had to be a way to break the loop, a way to alter the story.

"I swear to god if this is damned Melkor," you muttered, waiting for the inevitable reset. For both you and Gwindor to return to the past, to relive Beleg's death, and Turin's despair.

Knocking out Beleg, setting traps, and almost battling the thought of driving your sword through the emo king of Arda. This stupid loop tested you in every way. And most of all Gwindor who, unlike you, couldn't escape the grasp of Melkor's evil. The weight of his struggle, the subtle changes in his personality with each loop, filled you with a cold dread.

“Melkor can only so long imprison the children of Illuvatar,” Gwindor replied gently. His voice- so peaceful despite the pain he witnessed every reset. Taking your hand in his he continued, “We will find a way. One way or another you will return to your world and I will come to bear my fate.” There was this amazing elf. Comforting you when the hell broke loose around him.

There was something truly extraordinary about this elf. Here he was, trapped in an endless cycle of loss, yet he offered you comfort when the world around him crumbled. You couldn't help but wonder if it was the same unwavering faith in the good that led to his capture in the first place.

It wasn't the scars or marks of torture that marred his once-handsome face that hurt you most, but the sheer unfairness of it all. He, who deserved a life filled with music and laughter, was trapped in this nightmarish cycle, forced to relive his torment while offering you solace.

"It isn't me you should be comforting," you chuckled, the sound hollow even to your own ears. "This is my penance. A fate that has led me to this nightmare, a well-deserved one." You didn't remember much of your world, only flashes – the resentful faces of strangers contorted in anger, the screaming voices that echoed relentlessly in your head, driving you to the teetering edge of insanity. You remembered everything but Gwindor from the rotten book you found in your dingy cell, the only companion in your solitary confinement.

The same one who now sat beside you, his hand warm against yours, a beacon of comfort in this unending darkness. "I deserve this. You don't," you whispered, the words heavy with a self-loathing you couldn't quite explain. He, who you sometimes questioned was real or a figment conjured by your fractured mind.

No. You wouldn't accept this twisted fate. You would break the loop, not just for your own sake, but for Gwindor's. Even if it meant defying the very fabric of this story, you would find a way to free him from Melkor's clutches.

Fuck Melkor, Ocrs, Turin, Valar, Illuvatar, and his wretched song. You were going to tear it all apart.

#silmarillion x reader #what in the hell is happening event #gwindor x reader #timeloop au #Beleg #Turin

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animatorweirdo · 1 year

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Mistletoes

Beleg x reader

(Sorry that this is a bit late. Thanks for my friend for helping with fixes.)

Requested by anonymous

You have been trying to confess your love for ages, but nothing seems to work. Who thought it would only take one human boy and a yule tradition to get your feelings finally through your dense crush.

Warnings: some obvious pining, crushing, hopeless romance, mischievous Turin and finally getting caught under the mistletoe.

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You and Beleg had been close since you were little elflings. You grew up together, played together, and became march wardens together. You were like two inseparable branches of the same tree, always together. You grew to know him in and out like he knew you, but for some reason, you have failed to confess your long-time feelings for him.

It was frustrating. Beleg was one of the smartest ellons you knew, yet somehow he constantly missed the signs and hints that you were interested in him. No matter how obvious it was.

You were one step away from writing it down for him.

You even tried to be straightforward and tell him you were hopelessly in love with him, yet somehow people always need him for something, and he forgot to ask about it even when he promised to hear what you had to say.

He didn’t get the hints, and people always needed him when you tried to confess. You even tried to employ princess Luthien’s help since she used to be your good friend, and even that ended up in embarrassment, with your confession left unsaid.

It continued for so long that you knew no other way to have your feelings crossed. You couldn't do anything but watch him from a distance, like a wallflower and imagine the life you could have if Beleg truly knew about your feelings.

You had hoped you would eventually get there, even though Beleg’s obliviousness drove you mad and made you want to push him to the wall and kiss him like crazy at times. Anything just to get it finally done.

You had a plan in mind when yuletide finally came, but after failing so many times, you could not help but constantly feel anxious about all the possible things that could go wrong and the dreaded possibility of your feelings left unsaid once again.

You were now thinking about how you would confess while packing for a trip with Turin. The young boy was eager for your trip to the forest, so he ensured he had everything in his bag while you were thinking about your complicated love life.

Your feet were tapping the ground as your thoughts wandered, thinking and thinking while the young human boy checked on his things. You were already done with the packing, so there was nothing you could do except wait for a certain elf to arrive.

Turin glanced at you and watched as you were deep in your clouds of thoughts. “What's on your mind today?” He asked, breaking your focus from your thoughts.

“Huh, nothing much. Why do you ask?” You asked.

“You have a brooding expression on your face. That’s when you’re thinking something sad and angry,” Turin explained while twiddling with his thumbs in a very adorable fashion.

You kneeled down to his height to look him in the eye. “Oh, I’m sorry. I promise you I wasn’t thinking anything bad about you or anyone. It’s just –” You hissed, sensing the gleaming curiosity in the edain child’s eyes. “It’s about Beleg. You know I have been trying to confess my feelings for him, right?” You asked to which Turin fervently nodded. You almost scoffed. This proved your efforts even a child could see, let alone a human child. How could Beleg be so dense.

“Nothing I do gets his attention, and he doesn’t get it even if I try to scream it to his face,” You explained. “Have you tried just telling him that you love him?” The little boy asked. “I have, but then people always need him for something before I get the chance,” You tried not to whine in front of a child younger than you by a couple of centuries. “I never have the chance to tell him,” You said, barely maintaining any semblance of your composure.

“How about you tell him now when he comes back?” Turin asked. “I could, but what if someone suddenly comes and takes him away for something?” You questioned. “I could keep a watch so that no one will disturb you,” He offered with a smile.

“That’s really sweet of you,” You resisted the urge to coo at him. By Eru, this edain is out for your heart. “But… I don’t think It would be that easy,” You sighed, dropping your shoulders at the thought.

“There you are! I have been looking for you two,” Beleg’s voice caught your attention. Your heart raced when you saw the silver-haired ellon march toward you. His smile and confidence making you weak from the inside.

“Ready to depart? I heard Daeron had composed a new winter song, so we might want to leave soon, or we might get forced to see him perform,” He chuckled. “Do it now!” Turin pushed you toward him. You were surprised for a moment before turning your attention toward Beleg. Guess you were doing it.

“Beleg. Can I say something because I do not think I have a chance to say it later?” You questioned. “Sure. What is it, my dear friend?” Beleg smiled at you.

“Do you –” You started, thinking your words carefully. “I mean – I’ve been meaning to tell you that I –” You fumbled, your heart racing as you were about to say it. Was this it? Were you finally going to tell him?

“Beleg!” Someone suddenly shouted, making you jump with fright.

“Beleg! Are you and (Name) going to join the yule’s celebration later?” They appeared, taking Beleg’s attention away from you.

You whined as you knew where this was going.

“Sure! We’re just going to take a quick trip to the northern woods and come back,” Beleg answered.

“Great. Oh, and before you go. Mablung has been asking for your assistance, so please attend to him first?” The Eru foresaken elf asked.

“Sure! I’m sorry, you two. You know how Mablung can get, so please wait for me for a moment,” Beleg uttered a quick apology and left.

“But!” You tried to say.

“I won’t be long, and I promise to hear what you have to say later,” He called out before disappearing to do whatever Mablung wanted from him.

You sighed, knowing he would forget about it anyway.

Turin stood beside you after watching the whole thing. “I see what you mean when you said you never get the chance,” Turin stated.

“Turin. Have you ever met someone so stupid that it’s kinda endearing?” You asked with defeat in your voice. “I don’t know. My father and lord Thingol probably check those boxes,” Turin said, making you groan.

When Beleg returned, you three went on that trip like planned. You said nothing during the whole thing, and Turin silently observed you and Beleg. You weren’t even trying to confess your feelings again, so the little boy got an idea.

“Hey, do you know about the mistletoe tradition?” Turin asked, gaining your and Beleg’s attention. “I – do not think I have. What is this tradition you speak of, Turin?” Beleg asked with curiosity in his eyes.

“It’s a tradition where you hang a mistletoe and whoever walks under it has to kiss the one who gets trapped under it with them,” Turin explained. “I’ve seen my father doing it a couple of times with my mother,” He continued without missing a beat. “Though, my mother rolled her eyes most of the time and left anyway,” He added.

"Hmm, what an interesting tradition," Beleg smiled. "I could see partners doing it to catch a kiss from each other," He said, seemingly lost in thought. "That would be sweet," You said, dreaming about kissing him.

After the trip into the woods and giving Turin a lesson, you thought about the whole mistletoe thing and couldn't help but imagine finally kissing him and confessing your feelings. It had potential, but you were too afraid of failing to consider trying it.

Luckily for you, Turin got you covered on the plan.

You were casually talking with Beleg, unaware Turin was waiting in the other room with a bow in his hand, and when you walked through the door, he shot his arrow above you.

You were startled when you heard something fly and hit above you. You and Beleg looked up and saw the arrow struck in the wall with an odd plant hanging from it.

"What is that?" You questioned. "A mistletoe?" Beleg said in a questioning tone, then Turin appeared.

"Now that you both got caught under the mistletoe. By the rules of the tradition, you're not allowed to leave till you share a kiss," Turin explained with a smirk. At that moment, you realized he had been planning this since he told you about the tradition with the mistletoe.

You were impressed but still left embarrassed.

"Bye then, have fun!" Turin then left, making you silently panic. The little human boy then left you alone with the silver-haired ellon.

"Well –" Beleg chuckled. "I did not expect this," He smiled at you as he found the whole thing amusing. You smiled and nodded awkwardly, not knowing what to do or say.

"Well, what do you say, (Name)? I think it would be rude not to follow the rules," Beleg said. "Yeah, and he didn't specify where you had to kiss. So to make this less awkward. How about just a kiss on the cheek?" You suggested.

"Sounds good enough," Beleg shrugged his shoulders. You let out a sigh of relief, then held on to his shoulder to lean in to kiss him on the cheek. You were close so kissing him on the cheek wasn’t a problem.

However, Beleg hummed and had a different thought. "On second thought–" He said, making you stop and look at him confused. You did not expect him to turn around, grab you by the face, and push his lips against yours.

You yelped, and your face burned, but when Beleg tenderly hugged you closer. You melted and wrapped your arms around his neck.

You were screaming happily from the inside as butterflies flew frantically inside your stomach.

You almost gasped when you stopped to take a breather. You looked at Beleg as he looked back at you with fondness in his eyes. "Since we're here, do you mind If I ask you to court me?" He asked with a smile.

Your heart fluttered as you had waited to hear those words for ages.

"I would love to be courted by you since I have been trying to tell you that this whole time," You said.

"I know, and I'm sorry," Beleg replied with a light pink dusting his cheeks.

"Wait? What?" Your eyes widened. "You knew?!" You questioned. "I did, and I have been waiting for the chance to confess," He admitted. At that moment, you found yourself lost for words and ended up spluttering like a fool.

"You're horrible! If you knew, why did you always forgot to come back to me and let me confess?" You swatted his shoulder in mock anger that was very much backed up by embarrassment

"Wait! I have?" Beleg asked, confused.

"Yes! You always forgot!" You almost yelled at him with your hands up.

"Oh, I'm sorry," He said, dropping his ears like a sad puppy.

"Oh, by the Valar," You shook your head and hugged him, making him laugh and hug you back. You made a mental note to thank the little human boy, who was watching from the corner with a smirk. There was no doubt he was dancing in victory in his mind. You have only one thing to say.

You loved human traditions.

#beleg x reader #beleg #elf reader #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #silm fic #middle earth x reader #middle earth #tolkien #turin #children of hurin

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lovefairymina · 10 months

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Beleg, if you ever decide to quit being a marchwarden, would you like to come and see the world with me? The world is such a big place, and I want to see all of it someday, especially with you by my side.

Perking up at the suggestion, his body rotated to face you head-on. “Do you really mean it?! You and I exploring the world together...just you and I...” he whispered dazed. “I quite like that sound of that, we can write all about our adventures as well.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {beleg}#beleg #middle earth imagine #marchwarden of doriath #beleg x reader #beleg imagine #beleg x you #beleg strongbow #beleg cuthalion #doriath

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 1 year

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If you would like to write that other idea for Beleg, then I say GO FOR IT. I would absolutely love to read it 💚💚💚

Thank you!

"The masquerade dance"

Pairing: Beleg x Fem. Reader (Human / Second person POV)

Themes: Smut | Soft | Aftercare

Word count: 2.6k words

Rating:🔥🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

Summary: A night out at the dance with Beleg turns out to be more than what you imagined it would be.

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The hall was filled with a riot of silk and jewels and elaborate outfits. It was vast enough for the large crowd and the room warmed despite the chill of the night. Food and drink and laughter flowed freely, and the musicians kept up a lively pace. No one wanted for entertainment, and by midnight, the dance was in full swing.

And Beleg was enjoying himself immensely. As an ellon who preferred forests, furs, and leathers, he thought there would be nothing about tonight's festivities that would bring him joy. Much to his surprise, Beleg enjoyed everything on offer, from the food to the music—and you most of all. Oh, how splendid you looked in that gown of yours, with your eyes sparkling behind an elaborate mask. Beleg was enthralled by it and how you looked in it. "You look beautiful, petal," he said, as he led you across the dance floor. "Melian herself could not be in finer form."

You looked up at him and fought a blush. "Flattery becomes you, my love," you said, your lips curling into a bashful smile. "And thank you. I was so nervous about wearing this."

At this, Beleg looked down at the dress you wore. It was simple but cleverly cut. The material clung to all the right places, revealing just as much as it revealed. And Beleg loved it; he loved how you looked in it. And that mask of yours—oh, how he couldn't get enough of that mask and how it made your eyes stand out. A wicked thought crossed his mind, one that he would have crushed right then and there. But seeing you like that, so tempting and alluring, made it impossible for him to do so, and he yielded to the demands of his baser urges.

"The dress suits you, my love," he said as he led you away from the others to a more private corner, so the two of you were alone. "As does that mask," he said, his hands gliding down to your back. "I wonder how you would look with just the mask on you."

You gasped and looked around, hoping no one had heard you. Everyone else was busy dancing; no one was looking, and you felt relieved. "Hush now," you chided, your cheeks warming instantly. "What if someone hears?"

The music was loud enough and no one was close enough to hear. "That is not possible, my love," Beleg said and gave a gentle squeeze, ripping out a gasp from you. "And you know it."

You looked around again, hoping no one noticed what he was doing to you. "Beleg," you breathed, shivering as those hands squeezed and squeezed, leaving you all flushed, lightheaded, and so very dizzy. "What are you doing?"

Here he gave word to the wicked thought that arrowed neatly into his gut a little while ago. "Seducing you, petal," he leaned in close and pressed his lips against your ear. "Is it working?"

You hummed, for it was working. "Maybe," you said and looked up at him, at those steely blue eyes that gleamed triumphantly. "But I think more effort is needed."

Oh, a challenge, and how Beleg loved his challenges. "I would take you to a room upstairs, petal. Then," he said, pulling you to him, "I will take my time with this dress, remove it inch by slow inch, run my hands and lips all over your exposed flesh..."

Heat started to gather in your core. Your pulse scrambled and you looked up at him, your lips slightly parted, your eyes slowly darkening with need.

And Beleg saw it and reveled in it. He continued on, relishing the effect he was having on you. "I will taste every inch of you. Touch every inch of you." he leaned in and whispered harshly, his body reacting heatedly when you trembled against him. "Run my lips, my tongue, my fingers, all over your body. I will leave you a mewling, whimpering mess. And then, when you cannot take it anymore, I will fuck you senseless. What do you say, my pretty little petal? Are my terms agreeable to you?"

It felt as if nothing existed outside the little bubble around the two of you. You hummed, your entire body pulsing with anticipation. To flee with Beleg to a quiet room, allowing this tall, powerfull ellon to have his way with you even as the dance continued... It made you both nervous and excited at the same time. You looked back at the revelers, too busy enjoying themselves to notice the two of you in a dark corner.

"Tell me, petal," Beleg moved his hands higher, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Is that what you want?"

The dance looked like it would continue till dawn, and you were no longer in the mood for dancing. Beleg's touch was enough to make you want other things. You fixed your gaze on him, your mind made up.

"Yes," you breathed, and let him escort you out of the hall.

The room Beleg spoke of was a large, airy bedroom, a place he made use of whenever he had business in Doriath. It was always for his use alone, and oh, how he planned on making use of it tonight. For now, he let you wander around, taking in everything that lay before you.

It was nearly dark, save for the light of a single taper that scattered some of the gloom. You barely made out the outline of a large stone hearth, of large chairs arranged in front of it. The carpet beneath your feet was thick and soft, muffling your footsteps as you walked around, trying to get a feel for the place. The delicate scent of fresh roses hung in the air.

Somewhere near you, a second taper came to light. And a third, and a fourth. Soon, a warm, golden hue subtly illuminated a bedroom with high ceilings, polished stone walls, and a four-poster bed large enough for the ellon looking at you expectantly. Beleg was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, as if waiting for you to go to him. And go to him you did, a smile spreading across your face.

"So," you murmured, your breath hitching when he uncrossed his arms and threw them around your waist instead, locking you into his embrace. "Just my mask, you said."

"Just the mask," Beleg hummed, his hands already gliding up to undo the clasps of your dress, "And nothing else."

Your eyes lifted to his, excitement growing in yours when you caught the flash of need in his. "And the things you wanted to do to me?"

"All that and more, petal," Beleg breathed as the last of the clasps came undone, loosening your dress at the shoulders. "All that and so much more."

Oh, how that made your body tingle. Beleg pulled your dress down your arms, inch by slow inch, taking his time to skim his hands over your exposed skin as he did. And he knew exactly how to touch: with slow, gentle strokes that left goosebumps rising in their wake. You shivered as your dress was pulled down past your hips when he sank to his knees, and his hands grazed their way down your bared hips, your thighs. Soon, your dress was pooling by your feet, and you found yourself slipping out of your shoes. Unable to help himself, Beleg leaned in for a taste, ordering you to stay still.

Sensation after sensation struck you, little arrows of pleasure and arousal striking you again and again as his mouth slowly moved up your legs, his teeth grazing over sensitive flesh as he did so. His lips grew so hot, and the air so thick, and then you moaned, long and deep, when he pushed your thighs apart and his mouth settled over your slick heat.

Gasps kept ripping through you, your body moving as if by instinct. Beleg moved slowly, gently, his arms hooking around your thighs to keep you steady. Stars. You saw stars when you closed your eyes. Each lick, each gentle tug sent wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you, pulling you into a darkened tunnel of desire. And he was relentless. Every time you moaned, every time you mewled or whimpered, Beleg would grunt and press deeper into your slit, growling in satisfaction when your hands got all bunched up in his hair.

He took his time to savor the sweetness of your arousal, the subtle taste of your quivering flesh. And he did not miss it, how your body trembled and trembled, how your muscles tightened like coils. Beleg held onto you even tighter, determined to take you over the edge, growing drunk on the sounds you made. His tongue was ceaseless, not stopping until it found a rhythm you liked, a place you liked being touched. "Th-there," you babbled as you grew breathless, as your heart fluttered in your chest. "R-right th-there."

Beleg didn't stop. Not when you cried out his name, not when your body shook violently. He kept lapping up as you poured onto his greedy tongue, groaning when your fingers raked through his hair. And he held you, keeping you steady while your body trembled, while your breath shuddered and shook. Finally, after what seemed like an age, he moved his lips higher, placing soft kisses around your belly. Beleg looked up, his arms still around your trembling thighs. He smiled when you opened your eyes and looked down at him, your cheeks flushed.

Your body still kept humming even as it recovered from its high. And you knew Beleg was far from done. The gleam in his eyes showed he was far from done and you eagerly readied yourself for what was about to happen next. Beleg's eyes reflected the pleasure in yours and in one swift move, he lifted you as he rose, and carried you to bed.

And that bed. A veritable lake of soft linens and softer pillows. You didn't have much time to enjoy it as Beleg made quick work of getting rid of his boots and his clothes, tossing them to the growing pile on the floor. You swallowed as he towered over you, his eyes drinking you in.

You looked even more stunning, clad in nothing but that mask of yours. Beleg took a moment to admire you, just one, before the demands of his body insisted on being satisfied. He joined you in bed, kissing his way all over your body and relishing how you started to tremble beneath him.

"The sounds you made, petal," he mumbled as his teeth left marks all over the insides of your thighs, your tummy. "I could not get enough of it. I wonder if you would indulge me by letting me hear them again."

Your back arched when those teeth nipped over your ribcage. "Beleg-" you began, but that look he gave asked for silence. You swallowed and held your tongue, your body pulsing beneath his.

"Your skin is so soft," Beleg moved higher and higher, kissing the soft swell of your breasts, leaving a damp trail all over your body. "And perfect. Meant to be touched by me. Marked," he said, before dipping to nip again. "By me. Kissed by me," his hands shot up, running their way all over trembling limbs. They touched and caressed over and over again, not stopping till you were a trembling mess beneath warm palms and skilled fingers. Beleg moved over you, his lips just a hair's breadth over yours, his thighs pushing yours apart. "Fucked by me," he rasped, before that sinful mouth of his captured yours in a kiss.

Oh, how that kiss seared. Beleg kissed you till you moaned; he kissed you until your lips parted for his tongue. Pure instinct was driving you now. Your arms circled his shoulders, your legs hooking around his waist. His hair was a tangled mess in your hands; his chest heaved heavy against yours and you didn't care. All that mattered was what he was doing to you and what he was making you feel. You felt him, thick and hard against your hip. You could taste yourself on his tongue, on his lips. It was all so intoxicating and pulled you under again, and you couldn't help but arch into him, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders. Beleg groaned, his own need to take and devour overwhelming all else. "Fuck," he muttered before flipping you over, making you straddle his lap.

You blinked and forced your eyes open at the feel of his cock rubbing up against your soaking slit. You knew what he wanted, what he craved to do and you let him guide you, his hands firmly on your hips as he lowered you onto him little by little. You scrunched your eyes when he entered you, going inch by glorious inch, stretching your fluttering walls, with pain and intense pleasure pulsing through your body as you sheathed him. And you whimpered. Oh, how you whimpered. It was slow, borderline agonizing, and you feel him, all of him, your entire body burning as he filled you to the hilt.

"Fuck you are so tight," Beleg groaned harshly, his skilled hands gliding over your waist, your belly, moving slowly to cup your breasts. You could only hold on, your body trying to adjust to his length. Your breath had shallowed out to pants and before you could even think, he started rocking his hips against the insides of your thighs.

It felt like you were clinging to the edge of some high cliff with just the tips of your fingers. When Beleg's hands moved back down and grabbed onto your hips, to bring you down harder, you lost all sense of control, your body moving in rhythm with his, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. You could feel him, deep inside of you, his hands leaving their mark over tender flesh, his hips bruising the insides of your thighs. And the room grew hot, deliciously hot, as he thrust greedily, moaning when you rode him, your own body nearing its peak again. "Y-yes B-beleg!" you sobbed shamelessly as he drove hard and deep, hitting that one spot that gave you more pleasure than you thought possible. "Please! Please!"

Beleg lost all sense of control, and his body snapped as a hot wave of pleasure washed through him, moaning like a dying man. He shuddered and used every ounce of willpower that he had to see you through to the other side.

You felt your muscles coil even as your hands scrambled for purchase against his shoulders. You barely heard his moan, barely felt his hips still rocking, and then, something shatteredm and the world felt like it skidded to a halt. You could do nothing but arch backward, your fingers digging into his flesh, your mouth open in a silent moan, your body feeling as if you were drowning. You lost your balance and fell against him, your chest heaving as his arms hooked around you, holding you steady. You barely heard the soft words he whispered while he stroked your back, and your body went limp, suddenly tired.

It took a while for that haze to clear, for Beleg to open his eyes. "Petal," he crooned softly, refusing to let go. "Are you alright?"

You swallowed, blinking once, then twice, as the room slowly came into view. The faint strains of music and laughter floated up the stairs to the rooms above. The dance was still going strong, but you were content to stay where you were, in his arms.

"I am fine," you managed, your body still trembling when he reached behind your hair to undo the ribbons of your mask, tossing it to one side once he pulled it off of you. You felt lazy, not wanting to stir out of bed and leave him. "We... We do not have to go down, do we?"

Beleg sighed contentedly, as he did not want to leave the room either. "No, petal, we do not. Come here," he said, holding you closer. "And rest a little. There is no hurry to go anywhere."

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

⟶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: legolas x (fem/elf) reader

⟶ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

⟶ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dragons, inaccurate lore

⟶ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 893

↳ 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Mithrandir had formed many an alliance during his time in middle earths’ third age, having learnt a great deal about the realms of men, elves, and dwarf. He had recently gotten wind of the whereabouts of a fair elf maiden, whom was thought to originate from an ancient noble bloodline in the first age.

Rumour had it that she had inherited a large dragon egg from her father, which not long ago had hatched to produce the last dragon believed to exist within Arda.

Of course, on hearing this, Gandalf had to see for himself! How magnificent it would be to lay eyes on such a historic beast, especially one which was supposedly ‘tamed’? (well, as tame as a dragon could be) Valar! a rare opportunity like this must not be thrown aside.

For you see, the previous dragons whom dwelt in middle earth were bred to be foul war weapons, prone to fits of fiery rage and absolute devastation of nearby villages, ransacking and hoarding any leftover fortunes they may scrounge from the ash.

Powerful and cunning, dragons had made quite the name for themselves in stories of old, and the very thought of one residing between established elven halls, lands of men and great dwarf cities struck fear in many a heart.

And well, Gandalf did what he set out to do, he befriended you (at the time, you were rather young for an elf, at only 1,568 years old) and finally laid eyes on your dragon, which you had proudly named ‘Beleg’ after chief March warden of King Elu Thingol, Beleg Cuthalion. ‘Beleg’ also meaning mighty in your mother tongue, Sindarin – a fitting name for such a beast.

Beleg was the size of a large hound when Gandalf first met him, and mostly ate rabbits or other small rodents he would hunt in the surrounding wilderness of your home.

Something about you intrigued the wizard, you were on the shorter side for an elf, slim and extremely well groomed – a regal air to you. Your hair was long and cascading, loose waves reaching your lower back with a couple of small braids keeping it out of your face for better visibility during completion of your (very) mundane daily chores (yawn), and two strands which framed your face.

And you became great friends, allowing Gandalf to reside in your spare room for a couple of months whilst he studied Beleg, writing parchment upon parchment of observations he made on this rare creature. It was a miracle really, that the egg had hatched at all, he thought to himself, though decided it was down to your caring nature and somewhat magical aura. Afterall, elves were mysterious beings he was still surprised by, even at his big age.

On the last Sunday in September – a warm, still night, Gandalf departed. You suspected you’d never see the wizard again, though he was your friend, he was mysterious and evidently had rather a busy schedule, what with leaving quite abruptly, you thought.

He had told you there was a council meeting of great importance which he had to attend immediately, something about a necromancer? Not the type of dealings a princess would want to involve herself in, you told yourself – yet remained intrigued in the matter long after he had left.

Because even though you WERE a princess of a long-lost line of elves descending from Valinor (you had reluctantly admitted to Gandalf – not wanting to boast), you were adventurous, strong willed and intelligent, no common traits for a fragile framed elf maiden.

Living alongside Mithrandir for many weeks, you had learnt your fair share of secrets within the realm, he informed you who the current high elf lords were, the dwarf lords and anyone else who was of great importance.

Being highborn had its advantages, but your father had sheltered you from birth, so you hadn’t learnt much about politics, aside from general history you’d read about in the books your father kept in his rather extensive library.

But your father had passed a few years ago now, and your mother had tragically died during a painful childbirth, so it was up to you to figure out this dangerous world on your own (accompanied now by Beleg, of course), so Gandalf was a very welcome source of knowledge for you.

Rumours of a dragon confirmed, friends of the grey wizard would turn up at your doorstep from time to time, some being quite rude, demanding to see the beast and refusing to leave until they caught a glimpse.

On the contrary though, Lord Elrond had stopped by a few weeks after Gandalfs departure and proposed you come and meet his kin in Rivendell, to which you gladly accepted.

But nothing could have prepared you for the morning you opened your door to Galadriel, Lady of Lorien. What a sight to behold, she radiated light, her golden tresses akin a gleaming river. Like Gandalf, she too, took you under her wing.

Eventually you would end up residing in Lothlorien, making many friends there. Beleg was fully grown now and had a large appetite – much to the local livestock farmers dismay. He was fiercer in his older age, only allowing you to ride him, and if anyone harmed you at all, certain death would come their way in the form of fiery breath from his belly.

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