#curufin/finrod

[gardensofthemoon]

Curufin/Finrod moodboard

#curufinrod #curufin/finrod #silm moodboard #silmarillion #curufin #finrod

[superloves4]

Curufin and Tyelko reflect on how to deal with explaining the kinslayings to their daughters.

Introducing my oc's:

Post-reembodiment Curufinrod baby: Italmë* Ríëlairë (I'm naming the way I did when I was ten, by putting things together and hoping the dictionary is correct! It should mean Sparkling Blessing, and Summer Crown)

Everyday someone thanks Eru for the fact that she wasn’t born in the first age, girlie is feral! If Tyelpe is the best parts of Curufin and Finrod then she is the worst of them, but for everyone’s well being she was also born when Curufin and Finrod are at their best and most stable so instead of murder and destruction she is merely mischievous.

Curufin is rather upset that neither of his kids got his eyes.

(*: Father name slightly pending, my original idea was Italinquë, the Ita being non-negociable as it's meant to be a connection to Itarille/Idril, but linquë could be hyacinth, grass or wet, and while I think I could argue for grass I don't think I can for wet, other options being: Itarinya, Itelena/Italena, and Ithilmë)

And Post-reembodiment Aretyel baby: Mírestel Áraiel (should be Precious Hope, and Daughter of Dawn)

Aredhel and Tyelko fully decided not to get married (yes I am disregarding LaCE) and everyone got very confused when they anounced they were expecting (and Turgon very violent)

The birth gets Aredhel emotional because her whole family is with her this time.

Áraiel has a mean look, and considering Maeglin and Tyelko, a lot of people on first meeting think she’s a cruel person but she’s really nice and helps keep Riëlairë in check, again she is getting her parents at their best and stable, but she’s also getting Maeglin at his best and stable and so she really likes her older brother.

(This prompts her to become a smith which leads Tyelko to joke that Curvo is stealing his kids, plural)

Also, everyone decides on very special and meaningful names meanwhile Curvo just pulls a Nerdanel and goes "Look at my baby, it's the most beautiful baby, everyone should just look at the baby I made!"

Better background and no writing under the cut:

#silmarillion #curufinrod #curufin/finrod #curufin #celegorm #tyelkormo #aretyel #aredhel/tyelko #feanorians #everyone expected Maeglin to take it badly #but he’s doing better mentally and he and Feanor had a good talk about half-sibs #the one that actually ended needing some time was Tyelpe #like ‘why does she gets the stability i never had??’ #he does come around of course #he just needed some cathartic cries with his dads #feanor absolutely claims he has 6 grandkids #fingolfin protests loudly #teen Rie’s hair looks like blond Merida #my ocs #oc #ocs #how does anyone color on procreate??? i feel like dying #my art #aredhel/celegorm

[elevenelvenswords]

"Political animosity and filthy, hate-sex are interchangeable."

-Celegorm, Curufin and Finrod in Nargothrond (probably)

#nargothrond disaster trio #celegorm #finrod #curufin #curufin/finrod #silmarillion #crack #curufinrod

[between-thepages]

Silm Smubbles!

I actually wrote enough Silmarillion (and also LotR, in some cases) inspired drabbles that they get their own post this time.

Early Mornings

Pairing: Celebrían/Elrond, Elrond/Gil-Galad

Rating: G

Tags: Early Mornings, Sleeping Together, Polyamory

Summary: Celebrían thinks Elrond and Gil-Galad look cute sleeping in each other's arms.

Show me

Pairing: Elrond/Gil-Galad

Rating: E

Tags: Voyeurism, Masturbation, Dom/Sub Undertones

Summary: Tonight, Gil-Galad wants to watch.

Rainstorm

Pairing: Gen, Elladan & Elrohir

Rating: G

Tags: Sharing a Cloak, Rain

Summary: While out hunting, Elladan and Elrohir get caught in the rain.

Silver Fountains

Rairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Ecthelion of the Fountain/Glorfindel

Rating: T

Tags: Nightmares, Canonical Character Death (Ecthelion) within a Dream, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling

Summary: Sometimes, Glorfindel's past comes to haunt him. But he is no longer alone.

In your Arms

Pairing: Curufin/Finrod

Rating: M

Tags: Making out, Hand Jobs, Modern AU

Summary: Finrod and Curufin are soft with each other because they deserve it.

The stars align

Pairing: Curufin/Finrod

Rating: G

Tags: Banter, Dates, Kissing, Modern AU

Summary: Going on a date when your boyfriend is allergic to everything romantic proves a bit of a challenge.

#silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #elrond/gil galad #elrond/celebrian/gil galad #Elladan #elrohir #glorfindel/ecthelion #glorfindel/erestor #glorestor #curufin/finrod #Silmarillion

[dalliansss]

Prompt: I have a confession to make. I've always secretly wanted to ride a dinosaur!"

Curufinrod + Turko hehehehehe

Intoxicated starters

For the love of the Valaroma, Celegorm could not understand why he is often the elf to be roped in whenever Curufin makes a fool of himself. The last time was a festival setting and Curufin had overdid it on the dwarven beer, boasting that he would not be stupid enough to drink -- but again, his brother lost track of his tankards (and Celegorm knew a great reason why, what with Ingoldo busy munching fruit beside Curufin the entire time) and he had found him passed out in a hallway, hugging a vase for a pillow.

At least tonight, he isn't alone. Celegorm is rolling his eyes to the next continent as he supports Curufin by the right arm, and their cousin Finrod has Curufin by the left arm. Curufin isn't walking -- in fact, he stopped walking or even functioning an hour before, and now he was busy babbling in his iteration of Black Speech, dark hair fallen forward to hide his face, for that was just as well, because Celegorm was decidedly torn whether to laugh at his plastered look or punch him.

Tonight, the bastard found miruilin. Found him and Finrod having little shots of the lethal milk wine as they discussed the updated routes for Nargothrond's scouts and patrols, and then Curufin asked if he could be given a glass. Finrod found him a shot glass, and Curufin gave the blond one a look so withering Finrod could only quirk his own eyebrows at him.

Then the wise elf said, 'Give me a real glass, I am not a child, Ingoldo.'

Well, he definitely wasn't an adult right now, Celegorm thought spitefully, in great annoyance, as he and Finrod dragged Curufin down the hallway toward the suites allocated to them.

Finrod was humming to himself, a small festive tune. He is rose-dusted in the cheeks, not drunk, just a bit tipsy to be on the more pleasant side of things. Celegorm...well, he wasn't even tipsy at all. A con for one of the tough drinkers of the family, alongside Nelyo and Amras. (The three of them never get drunk.)

Then Curufin's head snaps up. He makes a pained groan and he squints. "I have a confession to....to make," Curufin slurs. "I've always s-secretly...wanted...to r-ride an anna-bon. Yes. an---anne---anb--on. Yes. Gallivant across the-- the Anfoglet, and then....sweep the....BAH you get the damn i-dea."

Finrod explodes into a tittering of giggles. Celegorm quirks an eyebrow at his blond cousin, but Sunshine seems to ignore him, instead giggling like no tomorrow, the rose in his cheeks deepening into outright crimson.

Curufin turns his head toward Finrod. "Yeaaaaahhhhh....you laugh, huh?" Now, Curufin waggles his eyebrows at Finrod. "You like....that, Ingoldo....? I'm sure....you do. Ride....you all morning."

More scandalous giggles from Finrod.

Celegorm, horrified and disgusted both, clears his throat very loudly. "You're in no condition to be riding anything, Curvo, Eru-damn it, move your damn feet."

But that was futile, because Curufin has forgotten how legs and feet work, and was just dragging all appendages behind him.

"Turko!" Curufin exclaims, as if seeing him for the first time. "Turko! My beloved---brother! Y're here! I thought---you and Huan--- drownded!"

"Well-spotted," Celegorm grunts in disgust.

"Sooooooooooo," Curufin's head swiveled toward Finrod again. Again that horrific eyebrow-waggling. "How about....ride you? Or you r'de me? You can r'de me...."

Finrod bites his lower lip, and then bursts into an outright guffaw.

Celegorm shudders. This damn hallway seems longer tonight than it had ever been. He is half tempted to toss Curufin out of the window, send him splashing at the fountain outside. He dares a sideways glance at the two.

Disgusting. Curufin was now making moon-eyes at Finrod, who was now laughing so hard he was crying and trying to wipe his tears with his free hand.

Eru. Why did I encourage Curufin? Why? Sweet Yavanna, spare me, Celegorm thinks, desperately, and he shudders some more when Curufin makes kissy lips and smoochy sounds toward Finrod, who was clearly having the time of his laugh, laughing his heart out.

@skaelds

#silmarillion #my drabs #curufinrod #curufin/finrod #curufin #finrod #celegorm #crown of thorns

[sa-d-b-eep]

#silmarillion #finrod #celegorm #curufin

[nailsinmywall]

Descendants of finwë (incl. kidnapped children): sons and daughters of fëanor, fingolfin and finarfin

#silmarillion #silmart #maedhros #maglor #celegorm #curufin #oh my god how do i even tag everyone #anyways i am never rendering armor again ❤️ fuck this shit #this was a PAIN to color (i say this about every render) #i started this [checking date] 3 years ago #caranthir #ambarussa #celebrimbor #fingon #aredhel #maeglin #turgon #finrod #galadriel #ET CETERA #this started out as a height/size chart for myself and spiraled out of control

[prattling-she-elf]

Can we take a moment to talk about that generation that consisted mainly of the grandchildren of Finwë?

I mean, look at this:

Dead, Good as Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Only Alive Because Her Family Had the Presence of Mind to Stop Her, Dead, Dead, Dead, Survived.

Galadriel really was the only one who survived.

And this hits me hard when I think about it.

Because a writer puts a bit of themselves in every character.

The part of Tolkien that I see the most in Galadriel is the part of him that survived the war.

After all, he was part of the Lost Generation. Two of his closest friends—Robert Gilson and Geoffrey Smith—died in the war. Tolkien and Christopher Wiseman were the only two of their fellowship to survive.

Only Galadriel survived.

That was what the Grandchildren of Finwë were. They were the Lost Generation. An entire generation slaughtered.

The regret, the lamentation, the grief. Galadriel knew it well. She lived it because Tolkien lived it.

And I don't know why, but for some reason, this speaks to me louder than any history book ever has.

#Finwë #Fëanor #Meadhros #Maglor #Celegorm #Caranthir #Curufin #Amrod #Amras #Fingolfin #Fingon #Turgon #Elenwë #Aredhel #Argon #Finrod #Angrod #Aegnor #Galadriel #Tolkien #The Lost Generation #The Silmarillion #Silmarillion #Middle Earth #War of the Wrath #WWI #House of Finwë #House of Fëanor #And there came his cries calling faintly down the dark alleys of the dreary trees #and one there weeping weary on the threshold heard how the hills said 'my home is gone.'

[doodle-pops]

Think You Can Warm Me Up

[Elves and Cockwarming x reader]

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

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

Warning: smut, cockwarming

More: Brat Taming

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masterlist

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[melestasflight]

Two Half-Kings and a Full Lake Between

In the aftermath of their tumultuous arrival in Beleriand, Maglor has scarcely managed to hold together the bruised and splintering House of Fëanor and their Sindarin allies. Then, the Sun's first rising brings with it Fingolfin’s host of Ice-hardened Noldor, hungry for retribution. With battered hearts and fraying minds, the two half-kings must navigate fragile relations even as they face the impossible task of reuniting the Noldor under a single leader.

Join @polutrope and me for this Mithrim drama fest for @silmarillionepistolary. All chapters are now up!

Cover art by the brilliant @myceliumelium Read on AO3

#silmarillionepistolary #fingolfin #maglor #fingon #turgon #celegorm #curufin #edrahil #finrod #galadriel #aegnor #caranthir #ambarussa #maedhros #feanor #silmarillion #tolkien

[gardensofthemoon]

Family Dinner

👉🏻 read on AO3

Warning: No archive warnings apply

Rating: Mature

Category: M/M

Relationship: Curufin/Finrod

Characters: Celebrimbor, Curufin, Finrod, Celegorm, Huan

Tags: Drama in Nargothrond, Family Bonding, Wine, Awkward Tension, fake chess, Poor Celebrimbor, really what do you do when your dad gropes your cousin in front of you, Cousin Incest, Drunken Flirting, inappropriate pda

Word count: 2100

Summary:

The hour was late, and the fire had died down to golden embers. Celebrimbor fidgeted with the emerald-encrusted goblet. His reflection looked back at him, red and distorted, frowning from the ripples of the dark wine. Beside him, Celegorm gripped the armrest until the old wood creaked.

—

A regular evening in Nargothrond. Or, Celebrimbor tries to ignore whatever is going on between his father and the king.

#elio writes #my fic #silm fic #silmarillion #curufinrod #curufin #celegorm #celebrimbor #finrod #curufin/finrod #fanfic inspired by fanart

[debbiedart]

'The Reluctant Bride' but it's the Nargothrond trio 🌹✨ • prints!

#finrod #celegorm #curufin #silmarillion #silm art #fanart #lotr #lord of the rings #nargothrond #the reluctant bride #art #digital art #elves #noldor #feanorians #silmarillion fanart

[superloves4]

I still taste the past - Chapter 8

Relationships: Curufin/Finrod, Celegorm/Aredhel (background) Summary: Finrod wanted to see Curufin, get his closure after all they had gone through, end things once and for all. What he gets is a journey through the memory of where they've been and the choice of where they will go. TW: none. A/N: Enjoy!

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The other smiths and stonemasons watched the two of them like the most interesting duel they had ever seen.

Findaràto sighed and gritted his teeth "If we decide on the columns with the leaves we'll have the better aesthetics and the vanyarin influences would further our friendship," if the workers were asked there was a rather odd emphasis on the last word "for the next festival."

Curufin scoffed "The leaves design is an eyesore and the structure is unstable and completely unsuited for our purpose, which the vanya would understand if they could pay attention to anything past their own noses."

Findaràto opened and closed his hands, taking deep breaths as he tried to not scream his next argument, the workers had never seen him this way before this project "We already have plenty of perfect utilitarian columns around Tirion, if we want for this to be a success you need to be open to different approaches."

"With the leaves design there is no reason for my or my smiths presence past the structural phase, which you will desperately need," Curufin replied "It is an insult to our skills to pick the option that would render us useless."

"Look who's not looking past their nose now" Findaràto grumbled quietly.

"Anything you want to share?"

"Besides the fact that you are worse than a mule?"

"Very well then, you win Findaràto, we will go with the leaves design as you wish," Curufin got up and gave him a faux smile "And when we're done with the structural measures I will be returning to Formenos as I should."

The workers thought that was fantastic idea.

Curufin tried to leave but Findaràto followed right behind him, steps echoing in the corridor, their workers staring from the open doors.

"Come back here, Curufinwë!" he screamed, every semblance of politeness gone "Stop being an obstinate ass! We are not done discussing this!"

"Ass, mule, any more animals to creatively call me?"

The workers were of the opinion that prince Findaràto was in the right, from the start of the project any could see that prince Curufinwë was resolute in his objective of obstructing any decision from the other prince. Findaràto wanted one type of stone? Curufinwë disagreed until it became a screaming match. Findaràto wanted one color? Curufinwë disagreed and everyone feared it would become a fist fight. And now the prince was fixated on the minor detail of the column design before storming off.

For a long time they had discussed what had motivated that particular rivalry, alas, their curiosity would not be sated as the two disappeared into the family side of the palace.

Findaràto sighed again once they were safely in Curufin's bedroom "I'm tired of fighting, Atarinkë."

Curufin didn't spare him a look "And you think I'm not?"

"If this is about Amarië again-"

This time Curufin did glare at him "You know exactly how I feel and still invited her."

Finrod groaned "I know that," he said gesticulating for emphasis "I. know. But Tyelkormo had already invited Irìsse and-"

"Oh, I thought you were just made of friends!"

Findaràto stared at him unimpressed "I tried, Atarinkë, I tried! Everyone already had plans, it's not like you are any different!"

"Ah, yes, because Astalalmë is the same thing." Curufin rolled his eyes.

"You used to have a crush on her, Amarië is just a friend, I think I should be the one throwing the tantrum here."

He sighed, it was something he did a lot lately, but trying to bring Curufin closer was like hugging a marble column, cold and stiff.

"Please, just give me a few hours, Atarinkë" Findaràto asked him "A few minutes of just us, no petty squabbles, please."

Curufin nodded but they still felt more distant than ever. He couldn't understand why Findaràto was so blind, from the moment of their introduction to now he had observed Amarië and it was clear it was not friendship she hoped to receive from the prince.

"They look very suitable, would you agree?" Astalalmë asked him.

As he had predicted, Amarië and Findaràto were the talk of the party, to everyone this invitation was the sign of future good news, after all, it was after one such party that Turukàno and Elenwë had finally announced their betrothal, so why would it not be so for his closest friend Findaràto?

"You look tired," Astalalmë commented.

Of course no one would say that of Amarië, there had been nothing but praise for the vanya and several approving comments on prince Findaràto choice of partner although the most used word had rather been bride. And how were they not to confuse the two when Findaràto would oh so gently twirl her around in dance, not one unhappy moment to be found.

"Curufinwë!"

Curufin finally looked at Astalalmë and felt guilty, he really had not planned on ignoring her for most of the party, but he'd spent the entire time before arriving being sick and seeing Findaràto and Amarië so perfect in every way was making the bile rise again, it was really taking everything in him not to puke.

"I'm sorry, please, have fun without me," he bowed and he heard her sigh in disappointment "I will fetch a drink, do you want anything?"

Astalalmë glared at him and just gave him a curt no before leaving, Curufin knew she would not return even if he asked her to. It would be better if he left as well.

He dodged elbows and stepped on some feet, finally making his way to the beverage table where the assortment of mostly alcohols stood beautifully decorated. Curufin groaned and went around in search of water.

"You know people are talking right? I thought that was why you insisted on secrecy?"

Curufin didn't answer, picking instead a pink liqueur in front of him.

Findaràto took a deep breath "Why can't you just dance with me, is any of this truly worth it for you?"

Nothing.

"Curufinwë, is any part of us worth it to you?"

"Oops."

Findaràto closed his eyes, forcing himself to find anything inside of him to calm down and not make a massive scene in front of everyone, even as he felt the cold of the drink Curufin had thrown at him, not even pretending it had been a mistake.

People closest to the table had stopped their dancing to stare at them, and talked, hushed voices trying to understand what happened, Curufin gave him a practiced bow and uncaring of the eyes on him, left the ballroom.

Curufin thought he could escape, if he could just get where none of the gossip court would deem worth following, if he could only be left alone, but he should've known Findaràto wouldn't just leave him be so easily.

"You are a coward, Curufinwë!" the blond screamed at him "Can't you just look at me as you keep throwing me away! Am I not worth more than your contempt?"

"Leave me be!" Curufin cried, looking around to see if there was anyone watching them.

"I'm not leaving!" Findaràto said, voice rough "What have I done now? What is not enough, Curufinwë?"

Nothing, he wanted to reply, You are the most perfect thing that has happened to me and I don't want to lose you.

"She is in love with you, you blind fool," he replied instead, tears falling on the grass "When will you realize?".

"But I'm not in love with her!" Findaràto screamed, finally reaching Curufin "I don't want Amarië, I want you, I want to be with you but you're making it so difficult to love you."

"Then maybe you shouldn't!"

Findaràto shook his head "You can't be serious."

Through the tears, red eyes glaring, Curufin, however, continued "I release you, Ingoldo"

"Curufinwë, please."

Curufin screamed and shook Findaràto's arms away from him "I release you, Ingoldo, and be glad that no deeper bond existed between us now."

"How can I be glad when you're leaving me?!"

Findaràto stood there, not knowing what to do or how to fix things, he just watched as Curufin ran away, all his dreams, all he thought they had, castles of fantasy falling as his lover was more and more a dark silhouette under Telperion's light, until there was nothing left and he could see Curufin no longer.

"Atarinkë?"

#silm fic #my writing #curufinrod #curufin #finrod #finrod felagund #the silmarillion #silmarillion #feanorians #silm #trans curufin #not really explored tho #dysfunctional to functional #curufin/finrod #finrod/curufin #tolkien

[thelien-art]

In Nargothond´s Halls

#tolkien #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #celegorm #curufin #nargothrond #my art #digital art #silm art #turkafinwe #tyelkormo #curufinwe #atarinke #finrod is there in spirit

[naarisz]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#silmarillion #silm #tolkien #elwing #maedhros #melian #turin turambar #idril #finrod #thuringwethil #sauron #aredhel #curufin #polls #silmarillion rpg game

[dalliansss]

Finrod is eating. He tears into the perfectly-cooked chicken tenders with bare, oily fingers, taking apart a morsel, raising said morsel to his moist, softly-pink lips, and there is here a glimpse of perfectly-aligned teeth; the pink insides of a mouth, and the warm, cooked meat is imbibed, and Finrod makes a sound of delight, innocent perhaps to others there by the table, but to Curufin, it is anything but. A long string of mmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhh…! And Finrod licks his fingertips, a quick flick of the tip of his tongue, and then he puts the ends of his right index and middle fingers into his mouth, sucks on them for about five seconds, and he resumes tearing another morsel of the chicken tender on hand, and repeats the entire process.

(That jawline and neck he has bruised with his nips and biting kisses; those lips he has smeared with things truly not for eating; those perfect teeth he has licked, that mouth, ah, that mouth– he has delved in it and found wonders that the Valar were never capable of bringing into existence.)

[AO3]

#silmarillion #my writing #my drabs #curufin #curufinwe atarinke #finrod #finrod felagund #crown of thorns #curufin/finrod #curufinrod #murder smith #golden poster boy