#fem!Maglor

[tar-maitime]

not a victory march

Rating: G Characters: Maglor | Makalaure, Maedhros | Maitimo, Turgon | Turukano, Fingon | Findekano Relationships: Maedhros & Maglor, Fingon & Turgon, Maedhros/Fingon, fem!Maedhros/Fingon Additional: post-Nirnaeth, Grieving, Siblings WC: 1k

This is very definitely inspired by this cover of Hallelujah specifically.

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The usual songs aren’t working.

Maglor has known Maedhros - Maedhros, the harder, stronger, and yet more damaged version of his sister, not golden Maitimë - for centuries. He took on the greater part of her care during those hard years between her reaching the strength to come away east and her truly reaching a manner of stability. He knows how to help her, or he should.

And yet Maedhros seems to have retreated somewhere he can’t reach. She still goes through all the usual motions, performing her duties and running this fortress they’ve retreated to and sparring more viciously than ever. But there’s an emptiness behind her eyes that shakes Maglor to the core, that he’s not seen before.

He’s not a fool. He knows why this is happening. He was there when, in the thick of battle, Maedhros’ knees buckled and she let out an awful, broken cry, and he knew at once that Fingon had died somewhere out there. He knows what that means to Maedhros, what it’s doing to her. He just doesn’t know how to fix it.

“It’s not your job to fix Nelyë,” Caranthir tells him bluntly, the one time Maglor lets his thoughts slip out in words. “Who knows if anyone can, at this point? Which isn’t your fault.”

It doesn’t matter what is or isn’t his fault. He needs to fix this for Maedhros, as much as he can.

So he hums the old songs from Mithrim and the early days at Himring, and slips into Maedhros’ room late at night to sit beside her as she lies awake and sing to her. Once upon a time, after all, Fingon’s song - ordinary and without power as it was - had reached Maedhros amidst her torment and she had sung back. Perhaps Maglor’s songs can reach her in the torment she’s in now.

It hasn’t helped yet, but it has to, soon. Something has to.

- - - 

Turgon knew this would happen eventually. That doesn’t make it any better.

He’s back in his city now, the one meant to keep at least a remnant of their people safe. It’s kept his daughter and nephew safe, and himself, and his sister for a while. But there was never anything it could’ve done for his older brother, and the knowlegde aches hollowly in Turgon’s chest.

He knows exactly when it all went wrong. There was a festival to Nessa in Tirion, and Turgon had looked over had his brother and seen him watching the Fëanoriel, who was dancing with two of her own brothers a little ways away. It had been clear, right then, tha Fingon was trapped and doomed, although the full extent of said doom hadn’t even been imaginable until much later.

It hadn’t been enough for the Fëanoriel to ensnare Fingon and marry him and drag him to this Valar-forsaken land and keep him wrapped around her finger. She’d had to drag him into her hopeless Union, right on the front lines, then leave him to die alone in the mud.

Turgon had tried everything, the last time he saw his brother, to get him to abandon the line and the whole doomed venture and retreat back to Gondolin. Fingon had refused. He’d believed even then that his precious Fëanoriel would break through and come to him. When Turgon, in desperation, screamed terrible things at him, he’d screamed right back as bad as he got.

Those were the last things they ever said to each other, and Turgon can’t decide if he hates the Fëanoriel, or Fingon, or himself the most for it.

- - -

Maglor doesn’t realize at first that anything is different. He’s sitting on Maedhros’ bed as usual, this time singing bits of a lament he’s been working on for the Nirnaeth since he can’t think of anything else, and resigned to Maedhros ignoring him entirely again.

Then she shifts, and rolls over to look at him. “Káno?” she says quietly.

He nearly startles, but suppresses it in favor of reaching out to grip her hand. “Nelyë. I’m here.”

“You’re here,” she echoes, and squeezes his hand. “He’s not. But I can try to be. Thank you for waiting.”

“Of course,” Maglor vows.

When he starts singing again, Maedhros falls asleep within a few minutes.

- - -

Turgon takes a slow first look around the Halls of Mandos. They are much as he expected, dim and a thousand shades of gray and casually infinite. 

The brush against his spirit that feels like a hand on his arm is unexpected. He turns, and sees Fingon there, gleaming faintly silver and regarding him with a rueful half-smile.

“I did actually want to see you again,” he says, “but I was hoping you’d be patient enough to wait for me to get out of here.”

“Finno,” Turgon says, out of all other words, and does his best to pull his brother into a hug. It seems to work mostly on the principle of very firmly ignoring any possibility that they couldn’t, but Turgon can work with that.

“I wanted you to not be here in the first place,” he chokes out. Then, after a moment, he decides to let it drop. He doesn’t want to have the whole ugly fight all over again for even less point.

Instead, before Fingon can say anything, Turgon pulls back and says, “Have you found Irisse and Atar in here? Do you know where they are?”

Fingon looks at him for a moment, then seems to take this as the flag of truce that it is. “Yes - I can take you to them both. They’ll be - well, not glad to see you as such. But we’ll all be together.”

Turgon nods, even as he suppresses a wince at having to tell Aredhel what became of her son. “Let’s go to them, then,” he says, “brother.”

They’ll still probably need to apologize to each other at some point, and Turgon is even less happy with the Fëanoriel than he ever was, after Doriath. But that can all wait. If Námo’s proclamation was any indication, they’ll have plenty of time to get to it.

#silmarillion #maglor #maedhros #turgon #fingon #fem!maedhros #background russingon #roots compliant #my stories #angst time again

[imfromthemiddlekingdom]

Another nonsense AU prompt: what if fem!Maglor and Daeron had a kid together but the child was killed during the dagor bragollach? And Maglor blamed Doriath for not helping them hold the long peace which the breaking of caused her daughters death, and therefore was also, maybe not quite eager, but also not reluctant, to sack Doriath since in her mind, reclaiming the Silmarils would be the only way for her to see her child again?

Maximum angst is that Daeron did not know about the pregnancy until he heard that a Feanorian Noldor princess has been killed during the Battle of Sudden Flames.

Probably not going to write this though. But it’s been on my mind lately with all the Daemags fan art Ive been consuming.

#the silmarillion #Fem!maglor AU #maglor #Daeron #daemags

[doodle-pops]

The Intoxication of Pleasure

Maglor x reader x Celegorm

A/N: A very happy birthday to my best chaotic girlie who shares a single braincell with me @someoneinthestars!! I hope you enjoy what my brain cells have put together for you!! Luv yah!! I've been impatiently waiting for more than 2 months to post this :)

Warnings: fem!reader, threesome, dom–sub dynamics, double penetration, fingering (vaginal and anal), cunnilingus, slight rimming, anal and vaginal penetration, sub!reader, soft dom!Maglor, rough dom!Celegorm, doggystyle, impact play (spanking), body-worshipping, praising, pet names (princess, kitten, vixen, sweetheart), titty sucking, overstimulation, mirror kink, jealousy, unrealistic sex, voyuerism and exhibitionism, mention of reader being a recently deflower

Words: 8.3k

Synopsis: You find yourself caught between the bedsheets in a spontaneous rendezvous with two desirable Noldorin Princes.

“Easy princess, deep breaths…atta girl. You’re doing so well for me.” His voice was more compelling and intoxicating than you last recalled. No, that was a lie; his voice always made you drunk and left you stumbling about the place, lost out of your mind. It stripped you bare and laid you on a table before him like some sacrificial offering—not that you minded. Or perhaps, you did mind. When other maidens flocked to the Noldorin prince like the dangerously, beautiful devil he was, and he returned all their attention, how could you compete? You had nothing to compare, not even a candle to their flame, and yet through the miracle of the unspoken prayer, you found yourself basking in ultimate pleasure.

Riddled by the toxicity of his fingers as they searched for your sweet spot, desperate to listen to the endless chorus of your moans to which he devoured, they crooked and twisted devilishly. His lips gave your neck kisses, planting a litter of purple artwork as he trailed up and down, relishing in the vibrations and echoes in each chord he struck. So easily with a curl of his middle finger, he brushed your sweet spot and relinquished a relieving sigh from your lips. Without hesitation, his saccharine lips, dripping with honey fell upon yours to suck the melody out.

A prince as highly esteemed and noble as he would place his lips upon those of a nobody. A nobody who could not even look at themselves in the mirror. What did he see in you, surely not your beauty?

“You’re thinking too much My Lady—I can see the tension in your face…” His whisper trailed off as he leaned forward to carry his lips away from yours and kiss the centre of your brow. “Relax, tonight is all about you.”

You hadn’t the courage to reply, you still didn’t know how you responded the first time he offered to take you to bed. Did you nod, squeak, moan, bark, howl? For a guaranteed fact, your words were not used—so you believed. Nevertheless, whichever response you gave, it allowed you to lie bare beside the completely garmented Prince with his fingers buried deeply within your cunt, searching for the treasure you locked away. His touches were fleeting, everywhere all at once, and leaving your skin on fire. Goosebumps rose with each touch and ghosting of his breath.

“M-My P-…Prince…ah!” you gasped as your words were cut off from the skilful act of having your chords struck. A whine followed along with your hands curling into his shirt and popping a few buttons off. His skills were phenomenal to pull such an easy reaction out of you—now you understood why he was the greatest harpist of all time. Brushing his lips against your cheek, his lashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings against your skin. His breathing was ghosting your skin and leaving goosebumps scattered everywhere. It didn’t matter the direction he came from or the strategy he used; you were putty in his hands.

“Ah, ah, ah. Maglor darling, it is Maglor,” he sighed, “if I’m taking a beautiful maiden like yourself to bed, we might as well become comfortable…because you will be moaning it later.”

There it was again. The undeniable, attractiveness of his voice and charisma. Every syllable that rolled off his tongue was perfection sucking you in like quicksand. Somewhere out in the desert he found and brought you into his mirage, treating you like a desert rose. The only difference was his mirage being perceptible.

Shutting your eyes because the sensation was too much, far less the intensity of his baby-blue eyes locked on your features, you tossed your head into his collarbones. Your position in his eyes appeared discomforting, leading him to hook your right leg over his left hip. Lying side by side and facing each other while his finger languorously thrust in and out your cunt, it was easier for him to pepper your face with more kisses and fill your mind with praises. Maglor was observant enough to distinguish the difference between a confident and unconfident woman. If you were bedding him, he wanted you to hold your head high as he took you into a field of pleasure.

Show him proudly that his pleasure was satisfying for a woman of your calibre. Show him his ability to make the intangible matter as much as the tangible. Prove to him that you value yourself above all others and praise your beauty as being the reason he was captivated to lust after you, a desert rose. Your delicacy and elegance despite your lack of experience was all too enthralling to not have you to himself—an admittance he would soon come to grumble over.

Pulling his two fingers out, listening to your whines and chuckling lowly, they danced around your entrance. A third finger had joined the mix and dipped in and out your entrance to secrete itself in your arousal; if you were going to take him, minimal pain to make the excitement pleasurable. Maglor refused to indulge in the inexperienced business of re-entering a recently deflowered lady. You were still sensitive to touch and pleasure, delicacy must be ensured. “Can you take a deep breath for me princess—just breath in…breath out…”

Following his words, hooked on every syllable like it was ambrosia, your breathing stilled before your chest heaved slowly to inhale and then exhale. The moment your body relaxed, there was the breaching of his fingers with the addition of tightness. The slight discomfort you first faced when he used two fingers returned as he used three. Somewhere in the distance while you focused on clenching and unclenching around his digits, Maglor was moaning and gasping under his breath at the awaiting tightness he would soon experience.

“You’re going so good for me, love,” he praised once again.

Your replies were broken moans and mewl the more his finger slunk further along your gummy walls. You felt stuffed from just his fingers; you knew he was more than those fingers judging from the bulge you felt earlier. Once all three digits were nestled nicely within your cunt, they flexed and crooked immediately to attack your sweet spot, not bothering to thrust or twist, competently. Maglor knew from the sheer pressure building up as your pleasure increased, that it wouldn’t take long for you to achieve the high he sought from the start.

The painfully digging of your nails as they switched from the front of his shirt to his biceps, curled and dug into his skin leaving moon crescents. At this point, he had no care for what happened to his garments—you could tear them apart for all he cared—they no longer mattered. You were the prize, the target, the treasure he sorted and lusted after; to have you he shall.

Continuing the arching of his fingers, his thumb stretched upwards and rested casually on your clit to rub lazy circles. It was the response he expected, your legs became incapacitated and spasmed around his slender waistline. Your body was torn between wanting to run away or stay bound to the pleasure, and Maglor was pleasantly gracious to assist you with a complex decision when his right hand snaked around your back and locked you in place. A heavenly sight you were the more you convulsed and moaned breathlessly in his arms. You clung to him like a leech the more his fingers abused your sweet spot.

“Just like that sweetheart…just like that. You’re almost there,” he cooed as he pressed his lips to your forehead, “come now my flower, cum for me.”

His words were a compulsive drug for within the moment they left his lips, your body reacted instantaneously. Clenching around his fingers and placing them within a vice grip, it felt like your walls were attempting to mould themselves and take their shape—an interesting act your body displayed. Your mind might have been foggy and attempting to unscramble the reason why a beautiful Prince would desire you, but your cunt was blatantly giving hearts and hugs as though it already knew why. Consider yourself slow or uncertain to believe that the Prince found you attractive.

Vibrating in his arms as your dams broke and coils snapped, tears sprung from your eyes. The little droplets of saline rolled down your cheek and dampened the collar of Maglor’s shirt, adding to the endless drool that soaked the material—not that he didn’t mind. “Shush, it’s alright darling, it’s alright. Just take a deep breath and breathe…”

Lifting your head out the crevice of his neck, you stared at him through your blurry eyes and sniffled. You never had the pleasure of experiencing an orgasm, be it solo or with a helping hand, and it was orgasmic. The slight shivers of your body were slowly fading, leaving behind random jolts to attack your senses. It didn’t help when Maglor nudged his head against yours to meet his devilish eyes before the feeling of a pair of lips colliding against yours. He was sending you into another bliss when his tongue slipped past your lips after the gentle nibbling of his teeth on your lower lip. You had no experience kissing the linguistically famed artist, even if though you engaged with him minutes earlier, no progress was made.

The left hand that was wedged between your thighs withdrew, smearing your arousal on your skin as it travelled upwards to grip your jaw and keep your steady. It felt like fire and ice blazing your skin at the same time. The thought of him smearing your arousal across your skin would have been a revolting act but caught up in the rapture of sweet passion, it turned you on more—much to your self-esteem. Your arousal flowed the more you locked lips and tongue and thought about his decorating you like his favourite artwork. It wasn’t often, or never, someone loved the image of your silhouette. You were caught in trepidation, resisting the urge to gag at the revelation of the Prince truly wanting to savour your temple.

Wanting to deepen the kiss, Maglor pushed against the tides and rolled you onto your back, hovering above. Knees between your legs, he pushed aside his robes to give you more samples of what was to come. He rubbed his bulge against your aching core, snickering at the high-pitched whines that escaped your lips and the frantic spasming of your legs. The sensation was too much, it was overstimulating, not that he cared. He was greedy and drowning in lust.

“You sound so beautiful when you sing like that.” He pulled away to kiss your neck. “I love the sounds you make for me.” Another was placed under your earlobe before his lips dragged lower to attach themselves at the junction. A vividly bright flower was left for the world to see and know he claimed you as his.

Squirming under him, your hips wiggled and rocked against his erection as the pleasure grew substantially. “Ma-…Maglor, fuck! Please, please…more,” you begged and tossed your head backwards.

At first, he hummed at your request before breaking into a chuckle. Feeling a sense of pride whelming in his chest, he leaned closer to whisper into your skin, “You want me to give you more princess? Is it that good?”

“It would be if you stopped teasing her so damn much and give her what she desired. I’ll tell you what, you really are the worst when it comes to teasing people Káno.”

Your body froze at the intrusion of another invading your privacy while Maglor visibly sagged, annoyed. Clinging to the prince and attempting to shuffle your body to hide from the scrutinising eyes of the dangerously seductive silver-haired male who came to stand to your right, you cowered. Above you, Maglor did nothing as he rolled his eyes and heaved at his peace being interrupted. Once he noticed your discomfort, he rolled over to your right and hid you from his brother. His right hand pressed you into his chest while you shrunk your body to hide the rest.

A round of boisterous laughter ricocheted off the walls. The prince was amused by your actions; you were still unconscious of your femme fatal prowess. He spent a solid five minutes observing the shyness in your motions and voice; his brother was doing one hell of a poor job at making you feel like the Goddess he would worship you as.  

Keeping his eyes on you, Maglor brushed a lock of hair out of your face and offered a sympathetic smile. “Have you no manners to knock, Tyelko?”

“Oh, I did háno, but her moans were clearly drowning your hearing abilities. I must say,” he hummed, then kissed his teeth, “she sounds delightful. Like a Goddess worthy of being worshipped.”

As the words left his lips, Maglor felt you sigh at the indirect praise before he tensed and cast his brother a side–eye. The glint in his eyes glowed under the luminescence of the fireplace as he was locked in a heated battle of determining his brother’s genuine intentions. No interruptions were done within purpose, especially ones like this. To make matters more trivial, of all the brothers, Maglor was the last person Tyelko would intercept given their…differences. Whatever the reason was, it had to be noteworthy.

“State your purpose,” he demanded, casting his head to give his full attention.

No response came—no verbal response. A hungry grin was returned with eyes roaming your lithe figure hidden from his lustful gaze. Maglor wasn’t the only person who was enthralled by you all night; two Feanorians you managed to capture and wrap around your dainty fingers; you were indeed a spectacle. Tyelko’s response was enough to drive Maglor off the edge in a spiral into fury. In return, Tyelko was faced with a harsh glare that would have seen shivers up his spine if the moment was…momentous.

“We do not require the presence of an unwanted guest. Leave!”

Finding his brother’s response more of a catalyst to jest than feeling threatened, Tyelko refused to leave. He remained tall and straight with his arms folded behind his back and head high. His green and brown robes, edged with golden embellishments rested seamlessly against his body and only shifted to the tune of his movements. His forest-green eyes glimmered and darkened.

“Oh, come now háno. It was no jest, nor my intention to make your skills appear inconsequential to mine. Consider it a…gift, to the lovely young, innocent lady in your arms. Why experience one when she can have two…for the first time? She deserves to be adulated in many ways; we can give that to her. What do you say?”

There was no mistaking his words as an act of compulsion, getting under your skin and kissing every inch of your body, and leaving you craving for more. Your insides clenched and tingled as his honey-like words lingered in the air, and butterflies pooled in the pit of your abdomen. Two Feanorian princes desired me.

“I don’t—”

“Not you háno, the little Goddess wrapped up like a present in your arms. What do you say to the proposal kitten?”

Stunned by the abrupt confrontation between both brothers, you felt as though you were intruding on something personal for a moment. The tension had risen, too dense to be cut with anything, and the sexual tension was following. Peeking your eyes over Maglor’s right shoulder, you caught the ravenous eyes of the predator eyeing you like a prize. It placed you in a chokehold. If he could growl and snarl to prove his dominance at this moment, he would; only his brother prevented the animalistic behaviour. His eyes were beckoning you to choose the answer your self-esteem would never allow.

Parting your lips to reply, you breathed and stared. You could sense Maglor’s stare on your face, reading and perceiving your micro-expressions; in combination with his brother’s stare, your arousal was increasing. The act of Tyelko pulling his lips back to reveal his pearly whites told you that he was aware. Nevertheless, you were unable to formulate a response.

“Still hesitant about why we would take you to bed? Oh, oh, kitten! We would never take a nobody to bed. Only a woman of your calibre and magnificence would catch our eyes; a sanctuary deserving of being praised.” Using the opportunity provided, he stepped forward and held his hand out for you to take, ignoring that darkened glare Maglor threw. “Why don’t you let me show you something. Don’t worry, I’m not stealing you away.”

Switching stares between his hand and Maglor’s face, you didn’t want to make a decision to upset the older, but you didn’t want to pass up an opportunity. With hesitation in your movements, once there was no one to prohibit you, your hand reached out to rest in his. Gentle were his actions as he pried you off the bed and guided you to stand before the body-length mirror.

Your eyes were anywhere but the mirror as they roamed behind to glance at Maglor who silently sat against the bedhead with his arms behind his head and lips pressed tightly. It was another hand that cupped your face and focused your attention on the image of you standing bare before the mirror. Tyelko’s towering figure stood ominously with gestures of the unknown. His famished gaze that roamed your body prompted your hands to cover up your erogenous zones, however, he was quicker. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, princess,” he whispered and dipped his head in the crook of your neck to land an unexpected kiss. “Don’t cover up your beauty.”

“Y-Your Highness…ngghh.” His actions made your words fall short once his tongue peaked past his lips and licked a bold stripe up your neck. Stopping behind your earlobe, his teeth came down to bite your flesh followed by his tongue licking the area to soothe the sting. His hands first started at your thighs, roaming the area and rubbing your skin with his calloused palms. It was a foreign sensation compared to Maglor’s softer skin, but nonetheless, enjoyable.

“I find it insulting that you allowed my dear brother a sample of your honey and not me. Say, sweetheart, will you give me a taste?” His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps across your entire body. Your eyes shut and your head tossed backwards to rest against his shoulder, giving him access to your neck. You weren’t sure what he was exactly asking for, but you were happy to oblige if he continued with his actions. They were equally addicting as his passive brother who sat like a mannequin on the bed.

Breathing laboriously, you nodded, allowing his hands to continue exploring your body. It wasn’t impossible to distinguish what his question meant when his enormous hands parted your legs and pushed you into his body. They roamed the inner of your legs, dancing torturously close to where you would kill to have him. “Open your eyes kitten, look at how beautiful you appear as I undo you,” he ordered. Even his patience was dwindling when the bulge in his leggings was aching at the sight of your glistened folds.

Finding it impractical to look at yourself being touched, you shook your head and looked at the ceiling. From the corner of your eyes, you noticed his silver hair shifting out of the way to reveal his domineering glare. “I’m not asking. I said look!” he demanded.

It was only natural that your body obeyed his wishes and locked eyes with your hazy, fucked out state. Your eyes roamed the mirror and landed on his hands running up and down your body, cupping and squeezing your breast before tweaking your nipples. While he did so, his hips casually grounded against your ass to ease the ache. A fire had engulfed your body as the mixture of his mouth and hands set you ablaze. His movements were aggressive, you could hear the guttural groans escaping his throat the more he groped your body.

Along the line, his fingers brushed lightly against your fold, occasionally parting them to slip into your entrance and collect your arousal. You found it impossible, now that the sight before you was hypnotic, to look away from his hand motion. There was a moment when the air became still, and all other movement ceased as his middle finger dipped in your folds and then brought to his lips for a taste. Your breathing froze as you marvelled at the action. That’s what he meant.

His vibrations passed through your chest as he hummed in delight at your taste. As a reward, his hand tilted your head to meet his lips in a vigorous kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. It was slightly salty, not too sweet, not too tangy, manageable.

“Only a Goddess could taste so divine, and I desire more—”

His words were hurried and broken, not able to spit the rest of his sentence out as he pressed you against the cold glass and dropped to his knees. You couldn’t move out of the constrictive hold he had on your waist or from the way your breasts were squished against the mirror. All you felt was the parting of your cheeks and a hot tongue against your cunt. A series of unidentifiable squeals and gasps left your lips at the crude act but turned into a deep inhale when his tongue travelled further south. He was shamelessly eating you out from behind, slurping and groaning as your arousal smeared his cheeks and dripped into his mouth.

Tyelko’s entire face was buried between your cheeks without any care as he continued to enjoy his dessert. His tongue probed around your clit, flicking the tiny nub like a switch before bringing it into a suction and rolling it around. The more he tasted you on his tongue, the deeper his face was pushed into your heat, almost like he was attempting to suffocate. His actions were animalistic, living up to the duty of being a hunter, as his tongue swirled, and lips nipped at your nub. In between, his tongue would lavishly lick bold stripes from bottom to top to bottom before slithering past your entrance.

“Y-Your High…ness…” Your voice was whiny and shaky as you mumbled incoherent speeches into the lust-filled air. In the background, Maglor had his attire discarded, leaving him naked with his hand wrapped around his cock. The sight of you being eaten out was provocatively sinful and heavenly. If only his brother hadn’t intervened, he would have had his tongue buried in your cunt for hours. Perhaps another time when Tyelko couldn’t be a bother.

With every push against your body causing your back to arch and nipples to rub against the cold glass, you exerted an opposite force prompting Tyelko’s face to bury deeper. He was having the time of his life as his tongue slithered across every surface he could cover. There were moments when his tongue travelled south and probed past the tight ring of muscles. All you could do was listen to the forceful commands of the princes telling you not to take your eyes off the image. You had to watch as he made you cum all over his tongue and dove back for seconds.

“Stop squirming so much!” he groaned with irritation. The oversensitivity was doing things to your body; you didn’t know how to react. It was different from Maglor. His was filled with softer touches and warmth encompassing, but his brother’s was purely rough and focused on sedating his appetite.

His large hands that gripped your waist, slid lower to your thighs and spread them wider. Its action easily allowed his tongue to wiggle its way along your passage and feel your walls clenching around it. Your body’s natural reaction as another wave of pleasure took over was to push against his tongue, riding it. Your consciousness was poking you to come to your senses and remember that it wasn’t ladylike to behave vulgarly, but your frivolous conscience told you to move. In the end, Tyelko didn’t care whether you rode his face or not, he knew you were close, and he needed to taste it again. However, he did notice the hesitation in your timid movements, and when he did, his hands assisted with your motion. Rocking your body and grinding your cunt against his tongue, he groaned and growled in satisfaction. He wanted you to lose yourself.

The jealousy from the sight before him was spurring him on to snatch you out of his brother’s hold and whisk you away. But he was adamant about getting you to see your worth; perhaps his brother’s interference wasn’t a terrible idea, however, he was practically taking you away from him. Narrowing his eyes as he looked on, he read your body and saw your orgasm taking over. Choosing to act now, Maglor scurried off the bed, ushered to your side in time to catch your convulsing body and pulled you against his chest.

A heated glare between the brothers was exchanged while you were losing all form of composure and functionality in Maglor’s arms.

“I told you háno, I’m not here to make you feel inconsequential. There’s no need to get jealous,” Tyelko jested. His mouth was covered in your arousal, and even his cheeks were smeared. Taking a moment to clean his face, licking his lips to savour your taste, he rose from his position to disrobe.

The action forced Maglor to pique in disinterest and anger, but he was shut down by the claim of this being desired by you. Had you not accepted his hand earlier, he would not have stayed to show you pleasure. “Consider it like this háno; we can have her together, and when I’m finished, she’s all yours…unless she seeks me out,” he suggestively chimed with a wiggle of his brows. His hands had already removed his robes and tunic, and now his fingers were unbuttoning his shirt, leaving him standing in his leggings and boots.

Dropping his eyes from forest green to your sweaty face, Maglor’s face softened, as did his voice. “Y/N, do you wish to partake in this union…being taken by both my brother and me?”

Calculatingly drifting out of your state of unconsciousness, your lashes fluttered and captured the image of the God that was holding you in his bare arms. His naked skin, flushed against yours felt fantastic. Your breast pressed against his chest and your nipples tingled with every breath you took. This is what it felt like to be truly desired.

“W-What?” you confusedly asked.

Humoured, he scoffed and graced you with a softened smile. “Is it alright if my brother and I take you at the same time?”

Jerking your head back at the vulgarity of the question, you had never heard of acts like this being performed. “Is that allowed? I have never heard of such an intimate act before; usually, it’s…it’s just two people,” you stuttered with widened eyes.

Your innocence would be the death of them both. The moment your words escaped your lips, they forgot all about the miniature competition and sought to ensure that you experienced the pleasure of two lovers simultaneously. Tyelko was the first to chuckle at your purity and reassure you that it was more pleasurable than one lover. Less to say, he was the more eager one of your three, hence his straining cock in his leggings. He wanted to get this show on the road.

“Rest assured my Lady, while it is considered taboo, it is equally pleasurable,” Maglor soothed and removed your hair stuck to your sweaty face. “I’ll do my best to ensure that you are satisfied…you might return for more.”

Giggling at his statement, you felt some jittered leaving your body while the majority remained when you came face to face to the sight of a naked Tyelko standing at the foot of the bed. Boots and legging discarded, his cock stood proudly with an angry head and leaking precum furiously. You had seen your fair share of male genital drawn in books, but never realistically. Come to think of it, you had forgotten you were naked in the arms of a naked Maglor whose cock was pressing against your thigh and smearing its precum. You weren’t made aware until now.

Your body froze but your eyes weren’t resisting the urge to look between you both and gaze at the proud erection he sported. It was equally as angry as his brother’s and lacked girth, though it made up in length and shape. Focusing on Maglor’s cock, the audience it gained caused it to twitch in anticipation the longer your innocent stare rested upon it. For instance, Maglor licked his lips and whispered for you to touch it, instead he praised you and withheld his patience to devour you. “Do you see what you do to me? No other woman can have that effect on me, my Lady,” he groaned in your ear before turning you around and guiding you over to the bed.

Tyelko stood impatiently stroking his length and rolling his eyes at the exchange. Poking his tongue past his lips in aggravation, he was rewarded his wait with the sight of you being guided to where he stood.

Your much smaller figure crossed the empty space and brushed closely past Tyelko, allowing him to breathe in your pheromones. He didn’t miss the small, coy smile you threw over your shoulder before approaching the bed. Cheeky vixen! His right hand released his length and made an impact with your ass, propelling you forward and stumbling onto the bed. The loud gasp that left your throat urged him to step closer and deliver another to your bare cheek. His left hand gripping your nape and his right hand rubbing your ass, a howl ripped past his lips as he landed another slap, reddening your ass with his large hands. Something for you to remember him by.

The cries that slipped from your lips were easily devoured by Maglor who came afront to comfort you. He knew how ‘lost in pleasure’ his brother was capable of becoming. His lips, you forgot what they felt like, swallowed all your cries as his tongue slipped into your mouth. There was a hint of that strong Noldorin wine on his tongue the further it danced with yours and coaxed your moans. Your position felt awkward, having to be on all fours and your ass being spanked while craning your neck painfully to meet the sweet lips of your Prince. However, knowing that you were about to experience the first-time pleasure of two princes instead of one, the awkward pain was worth it.

“How do you want us sweetheart?” Maglor asked, breaking the kiss to admire your reddened face and whisper against your lips.

Flashing your eyes to meet his, your words were cut short by the intrusion of a finger slowly probing into your ass, stretching you open. Jaw slacked and eyes rolling, your head dropped into the mattress leading to your back arching more into his touch. It felt foreign having something slipping in there, but your mind told your body to relax because it would become pleasure.

“I’ll take her from behind while you…get her the way you wanted,” answered Celegorm.

Nodding his head at the decision, Maglor looked down at your body and smiled at the reaction you expressed. You were doing so good for them; how could they not reward you. Reaching down to cup your chin and tilt your head upwards to meet his smirk, he bit his lower lip at the sequences of events to unfold before the night was over.

“I’ll take her first since I had her before you encroached, you can step in after she’s comfortable.”

“Oh?!” Celegorm’s brows raised; his night was growing more excited by the hour. “Well then, I’ll leave you to the first act háno; please don’t take forever, I’m getting impatient.”

Stepping away and walking over to the wine table to pour himself a glass, Tyelko made himself comfortable and waited for his turn. Meanwhile, Maglor seemed to be thrilled with having you all to himself and planned to stretch the moment out for as long as he could before his brother intervened once more. Rolling you onto your back and reclaiming his position above you, he brought your legs to rest on either side of his hips. His dainty fingers ran up and down your thighs, easily sliding closer to your sex to build the anticipation.

His lips were reattached to yours once more and prying all the moans he could devour in that instant. Your hands were excited running up and down his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles rippling under your touch from every shift in his body. With every touch, he would shiver and groan into your mouth, wanting you to know the effect you had on him. “Do you see what you do to me, princess? Look…” Breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against yours and breathing in each other’s air, he urged you to look down at where his erection angrily rubbed against your inner thigh. A slight shift in his hips and it would brush against your outer lips.

“Only a beautiful woman like yourself could do this to me,” he hissed, gasping when your lips brushed against his tip. Dragging his eyes to hold yours, he grinned and released a single laugh. “Eager for me just as much as I am.”

“I-I am. I…I want this, please,” you begged and flashed him a doe-eyed look.

Groaning at your innocence, his right hand moved to run his fingers through your fold and slip past your entrance to test the waters again. Finding no resistance and only warmth, he withdrew and used your arousal to coat his cock. Smearing your juices along his length, he sighed and shifted his hips closer to place his tip just at your entrance, though the action made you tense. He felt your nails dug into his back muscles while you sucked in your breath. Nuzzling his head against yours, he planted a kiss on your cheek to calm your erratic heart.

“I know it has been a while since you last…” he trailed off not needing to complete the rest, “I need to you breathe for me; breath in…now breath out.”

It was the same directions he delivered earlier to ease your fear of pain.

Finding it difficult to look away from where his cock rested and into his hypnotic eyes, you shut them and followed his instructions. Your chest heaved erratically at first, breathing arduously with your heart hammering against your ribcage, feeling like you would pass out from the sheer intensity of the moment. Fortunately, Maglor was kind enough to breathe in sync with you once he became conscious of your trepidation. Breathing in and out, feeling his chest and his warm skin brushing against yours, your muscles relaxed, and the stress eased. Your nails eased their viscous grip on his back and your breathing flowed with a constant cadence.

“Maglor…” you breathed.

“Yes?” he responded breathlessly.

“I’m ready.”

There was a loud buzz in his ears when your words rang before the room fell silent, he even forgot his brother sitting in the distance sipping on his wine. His left hand moved to hold your hip while his right ran his cock through your fold before returning to your entrance and easing in. For every deep exhale you took, he moved an inch deeper and felt the tightness of your walls suffocating him, and for every inhale, he stopped. He was almost in, and with a few more pushes and he breached your walls to enjoy the pleasures of being purely visceral. The loud gasp let out by you both at the experience of being stuffed and suffocated sang in harmony, but it was short–lived when Maglor could no longer bear the wait and moved first.

His idea of testing the waters to open you up was to get your walls affiliated with the shape and weight of his cock moulding your gummy walls. To believe that you were this tight after all the relaxation methods was astonishing. Feeling incapacitated by the quick movements of the gentle Prince, he switched your positions to allow him to batter your walls from underneath. One hand in your hair to tug your head backwards and his mouth leaving dozens more of purple flowers, the other gripped the fleshiness of your ass and groped. You were doing so well for him, voice sometimes stuck in your throat, a vigorous thrust would choke it out. Gone was your nauseating feeling and in place was the plethora of ecstasy.

Crying out Maglor’s name sentence after sentence and begging him to not stop, his cock would push deeper, something bushing against your cervix. Your body would do nothing else but spasm and tremble like a leaf in his arms the further you both tumbled around in the abyss of pleasure. Feeling the immensity of the weight of his cock resting snuggly and sliding like silk along your walls had butterflies swarming in your tummy. Your toes curled at the rise of a new pleasure and your back arched, pressing your nipples against his sweaty chest. The luscious friction felt sensational with every push of your body for every thrust he sent your way.

But long had one sat in the shadows and awaited his turn; seeing that your fun had begun and despising the loneliness, he rose from his seat and strutted over. The interaction was abrupt and ephemeral when fleeting kisses from a cool mouth ran down your spine and bit your left cheek. Squealing, you fought to toss your hand around and glare at the perpetrator only to feel a sharp tug at your hair. “N-Not so fast princess, eyes on me; I want you to look at me darling,” crooned Maglor. His voice was beyond stable for someone pounding into you lightning fast.

Biting your lips to the sound of his angelic voice, your walls clenched around him in response, causing his hips to falter. You could hear the lowly whispered ‘oh fuck’ under his breath.

“Hold there Káno, I’m joining,” announced Tyelko.

Using the moment to still his hips, there were two pairs of hands that now rested on your hips and ass. Maglor, wanting to distract you from the tension and ache you would experience, dipped his head lower to capture your breast in his mouth. Your breasts were supple and round, a feature he eyed all night—one that caught his attention and had him tripping. The little sensation gained from his gesture relaxed your body but didn’t take away from the feeling of oil being drizzled over your hole and a finger slipping inside. As delicious as the sensation was, you hated the snail’s pace he was thrusting his finger and clenched to suck him in.

“Shhh, ah, fuck Y/N!” cried Maglor. Your walls choked the living daylight out of Maglor’s cock, completely forgetting that he would experience your contractions.

“Hmm, somebody’s eager for more!” cheered Tyelko at the same time.

Breathlessly chuckling and feeling a bit more light-hearted now that you were deeply engaging in the pleasures of the flesh, you whipped around to cast an impatient look at the silver-haired male. You received a flash of pearly whites and a finger wiggling at you to behave yourself. “Patience princess, I’m trying to make things smoother.”

Groaning and whining at his response, you dropped your head into the mattress beside Maglor’s while he was busy feasting away at your plump breast. By the time he was finished, you knew your chest was going to be covered in endless hickeys.

Resisting the urge to clench around his fingers was impossible for every new digit he inserted since you were constantly choking Maglor’s cock. The contrast in the gasp and laughter that escaped their throats whenever you did so earned the constriction on your hips tightening and turning into a vice grip. You were dangling on a leash the longer they dragged out your night, wanting to focus on their indulges. The desperation was growing under your skin till the point of not being able to take the impatience any longer. Nails digging into the mattress and teeth biting the sheets, you were drooling at the sluggish behaviour of Celegorm opening you up to take him.

You just wanted his cock to fill you up like he promised, not take forever, but your thoughts were soon incomprehensible the moment his digits withdrew, and his tip slipped in. You were choking on the air from the first few inches of his thick cock gliding deeper. Legs trembling, toes curling, drool escaping your mouth and eyes shut, you were clenching around them both at the shearing burn of being stretched painfully and stuffed by two enormous cocks. He wasn’t even halfway in when he paused to snort at your legs shaking from the increased satisfaction.

“Look at you, begging for my cock and now you can barely take it. Looks like you’re about to cum right now…” His voice was sickeningly aggravating the more he taunted your soul about your incapability to handle his well–endowed length.

“Fuck, please. Move, just move please, both of you,” you whined.

Finding your reply humorous, Maglor detached his mouth from your nipple and whispered, “As you wish love,” before driving his feet into the bed and thrusting into you with a newfound pace. There was a moment of confusion and disorientation in your brain when hands were reshuffled—one was rubbing your clit, and you didn’t know who—to grip your waist and press against your back, pushing you into a foul arch.

The impeccable satisfaction of being completely engulfed and devoured at the same time was magnanimous. The blindingly vivid spectrum of euphoria surging through your veins with each push and pull, the in and out and the weights of mouth and hands, pleased your appetite. Chants of perfection were hurdled across the room at how well you took them or how beautiful you appeared fucked out; only were able to attract such a reaction.

The power you held within your hands—and cunt—to make Noldorin Princes submit to their knees and worship you like the Goddess you were like you were beauty beyond comparison, your body a temple. You could feel the tears sprouting from the corners of your eyes the more their words lustfully infiltrated your senses and stimulated a pang in your heart. The heavy breathing and the sloppy kisses against your skin, the slipping of their hands to grip your sweaty skin, the roughness in contrast to gentleness, what an experience to behold.

With your eyes rolling into your head and drool running from the corner, a harsh round of slaps was equally delivered to your ass to wake you up. The regress from unconsciousness into awareness to meet forest-green eyes staring into your own had you confused. When were you yanked upwards to meet his chest?

“Welcome back kitten, we thought we lost you for a second,” he growled. His eyes were focused on your face, observing every microsecond of pleasure that was displayed. He wanted to read those pretty eyes and distinguish if you were still doubting your femme fatal prowess abilities. Honestly, you had him and his brother putty in your hands; neither could get enough of you. “Look at you, the most beautiful woman in the world in our arms, making us lose ourselves. Powerful aren’t you?”

Finding it impossible to formulate a coherent response, you breathlessly whined when Maglor brushed against your sweet spot. Your eyes twitched and rolled as though you were possessed and Tyelko found that impressive. To see how lost and dancing on the edges of something higher than the heavens you were, was praiseworthy. Leaning in to capture your lips and sighing once they collided, your tongues danced and pried songs from each other’s throats. It was messy and hurried from the energetic and frantic thrusts on either end; the acceptance from your walls with the aggressive moulding and reshaping was short-circuiting your brain. You were losing your capacity to function as durable as you were from the start. They were corrupting you to accept and let go, let loose and be free, express yourself and believe in your abilities.

The churning of the plethora of pleasure from every end, the kissing, the finger playing with your clit and hands all over your body, had your orgasm bubbling in a cauldron. The imperishable flame was building and strengthening to heights unimaginable, it burnt your insides and slowly melted the dams.

“You’re such a good girl for us sweetheart. Are you gonna cum for us?” praised Maglor, his face flushed and sweaty from the vigorous workout you were giving him. His brows were pinched as he observed the rhythmic motion of his fingers against your clit and you bouncing on his cock. The build–up of the ring of cream around the base was a filthy sight to behold, perfection.

Finally breaking from the orgasmic kiss with a string of saliva dangling between your lips, a feral grin was returned as an act of favour. Your lips were sweet as ever and he still couldn’t imagine how you weren’t aware of this. Trailing his hands away from your chin, it returned to your back to push against his brother’s chest so he could switch his position and change the angle of his thrusts. One foot on the bed and one hand on your back, Tyelko found the treasure of his pleasure. With the arrival of your orgasm, everything was contracting at an unrecordable rate, making his hips stutter. “Eru, you feel fucking good!”

Mewling at the increased pressure in your hips the more Maglor’s cock battered your insides and sweet spot and his fingers rubbed away at your clit, your body began convulsing. The violent convulsion sent every muscle in your body to suffocate their cocks with urgency to milk them. All three of you were hissing and groaning as your highs were approaching rapidly. Head lulled and resting in the crook of Maglor’s neck, hiding your face as the growing pressure made you easily lose composure, you dug your nails into his biceps and teeth into his shoulder.

“M-Maglor…it–it’s too much, I–I so…ughh.”

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, all he had to do was give a kiss to your forehead before you came tumbling down. The quick jerk of your body in his arms and twitching of your muscles pushed both of them into overdrive. First, there was a loud grunt, followed by moans before stillness took over and the feeling of their release flooded your passages. Unfortunately, with your sensitivity, the pulsing of their cocks as they spilt their release into you made you cry out and dig your nails deeper into Maglor’s arms. The overview of your orgasm breaking down and washing over you like tidal waves felt like rain after drought. Topped with their highs following yours, the feeling was indescribable.

Going limp in Maglor’s arms, you felt Tyelko’s silvery tresses tickling your back as he slumped over your form, dealing with the aftershocks. He secretly didn’t want to pull out, but he also needed to rest. Heaving and finding the energy to straighten, you felt a small kiss in the middle of your spine and a callous hand rubbing your ass while he eased out. The hissing emitted from you made him wince; he knew you wouldn’t be able to walk for a couple days, and he patted his back. Stepping aside to flop at the end of the bed, Maglor took the opportunity to ease out and roll you onto your side.

You lay in the middle with your left leg tossed over Maglor’s waist and facing him in the aftermath of your rendezvous. Behind you laid Tyelko with his face buried in your hair and an arm slung over your waist, sleeping. It was just you and Maglor left awake, pillow–talking.

“How are you feeling?” he asked politely.

Deliberating, you pressed your lips together to suppress a yawn before answering. “Tired and sore. My legs feel wobbly.”

“Well, I hope—” His words were cut off by the ill-mannered snoring from his brother on the opposite end. Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, he leaned closer so your noses were touching and whispered, “Well, I would advise you stay in my chambers for the next few days, that way I can care for you.”  

“Care for me, whatever do you mean?”

“I was not able to have you all to myself like promised…and the best way to treat your soreness is more therapeutic activities.” He grinned and leaned in to peck your nose.

Blinking at his assertiveness, you softly giggled. “One night is not enough for your hunger My Lord?”

“One night is never enough when it’s a person of magnificence like you…I want to cherish you more—” Another snore cut his words off as though it was deliberate. Huffing, he turned to you again and reassured you. “Perhaps in the morning when my brother has departed, I’ll show you what I mean.”

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Below will be fanfic recs for ASOIAF, 80 DAYS, THE BURNING KINGDOMS, and TOLKIEN. Once again, I’ve tried to break the Tolkien recs down by character groupings but you all know what a thankless task that is. (。・ω・。)

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Past fanfic rec lists

80 Days

One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy by Prox - T - 11.1k - Fogg/Passpartout - Wonderful characterizations; the author really captures Fogg's voice and keeps it feeling in-character throughout his tribulations.

ASOIAF/GOT

It's a Long Way from the Red Keep by Storytelling_Necromancer - T - 703 - Cersei/Jaime - The Lannisters and the Folgers incest commercial. What more needs to be said?

The Burning Kingdoms

Cautionary Tale by @meadowlarkx - M - 1.4k - Malini/Priya, Mani Ara/Priya - Lark blows it out of the water with the character dynamics here, and Mani Ara preying on Priya post-TOS when she's vulnerable, particular wrt her feelings for Malini, feels so on-point.

Tolkien

Sindar

A Word and a Kiss by Miss Kitty - NR - 1k - Luthien/Thuringwethil -  An oldie but a goodie–this take on Luthien and Thuringwethil has me foaming. Exquisite vibes!

Duet by @welcomingdisaster - E - 4.2k - Daeron/Maglor - Lena plays with a really interesting take on the emotional power of song on the singer in Tolkien’s verse. And some lovely Daemags sex!

Everybody Needs a Second Chance by myliobatis - G - 1.2k - Thingol & Turgon - This fic was just such a delight, a funny little fic about Thingol and Turgon meeting in Aman.

Interlude in a Minor Key by yletylyf - M - 2.5k - Aredhel/Luthien - Cute PWP with Aredhel and Luthien.

It Would Make Every Nightingale Sing by eye_of_a_cat - M - 6.6k - Elwing/Maedhros - The pairing is certainly unusual, but this author makes it work so well and follows such a captivating arc of development for it.

Love is Not Love Which Alters When it Alteration Finds by i_did_not_mean_to - E - 3.5k - Melian/Thingol - Delightful Thelian piece which just revels in the strangeness of their relationship and how much each of them enjoys it.

More Precious was the Light in Your Eyes by @searchingforserendipity25 - G - 1k - Daeron/Man OFC - Such a tender look at Daeron’s growth post-exile.

The Myth Hanging Heavy Over You by stormfallen - G - 1.1k - Elrond & Elwing - UGH so painful and tasty Elrond parental angst. I really love the framing techniques of this piece.

No Sacrifice Without Blood by everythingnumbs - M - 18.9k - Luthien/Thuringwethil -  F/F LONGFIC! A tasty 18k of Luthien imprisoned by Celegorm and visited by whom she thinks is a servant of his…all the while plagued with unsettling and lurid dreams…

Stained Glass by @polutrope - G - 400 - Elrond & Elwing - Bittersweet tenderness when Elrond arrives in Aman and seeks out his mom. Love this for them <3

Untitled by @swanmaids - NR - Dior/Nimloth - I looove the uncertainty here where neither Dior or Nimloth really know what to expect from their experience with children because of Dior’s strange blood. Also, love the use of the Silmaril for their own needs.

Wildflowers: The Tale of Aredhel and Luthien by lightofthetrees - G - 10.3k - Aredhel/Luthien - A sweet AU fic where Aredhel escapes into Doriath with Maeglin, who grows up there instead of in Nan Elmoth. I really enjoyed the glimpses into their lives in Doriath and the ending suited them very well!

Wild-Wandering by Wood and Glen by @meadowlarkx - M - 1.7k - Daeron/Luthien - Beautiful writing which so brings you into the physical and emotional space of this tragic fem!Daeron/Luthien story.

Winter Glowed on her Leaves by BloodwingBlackbird - M - 1.2k - Galadriel/Luthien - Luthien is a powerful force on Galadriel and I love her as a perpetual “what-if” in Galadriel’s memory.

Woman Into Bird by arriviste - T - 6k - Earendil/Elwing - Beautiful, heartbreaking Elwing piece. The final scene is a gut-punch.

Noldor

Berries and Starlight by Narya_Flame - T - 829 - Indis/Miriel - Indis and Miriel out during the winter <3 Does an excellent job capturing the natural atmosphere and I love the energy between the women!

Crescendo by Gilithlin - E - 3.7k - Daeron/Maglor - Fantastic Daemags; I was just delighted with Daeron’s character portrayal here.

Fouled Water by @grey-gazania - G - Another touching look at Elves and the land they inhabit, and the tragedy of Beleriand.

Her That I Call My Own by LiveOakWithMoss - M - 644 - Indis/Miriel - Tasty Mindis smut with feelings <3

Glasshouses by @searchingforserendipity25 - 2.5k - G - Glorfindel/Turgon -  Ahh such a sweet relationship here and wonderful characterization of both Glorfindel and Turgon <3

Indissoluble by @polutrope - E - 2.5k - Idril/Tuor/Voronwe - P does such a great job showing characters are are comfortable with each other and really beyond being embarrassed about their sexual foibles. This fic also does a great job balancing a committed three-way relationship!

The Kinslayer in the Woods by @elvain - T - 4.5k - Daeron/Maglor - Love this portrayal of Daeron, as well as the games he and Maglor play to avoid having to be who they are.

Life in Miniature by @thescrapwitch - G - 2.8k - This is SUCH a lovely little fic surrounding the memory of Gondolin in Aman. Author does an excellent job of weaving in the views and feelings of many characters and it feels so true to Elves’ strong memories, particularly to places.

Like I'm Set on Fire by corollaire - M - 808 - Indis/Miriel - Tasty Mindis oral; see Miriel on her knees for Indis.

One Whole with My Other by lonelyvisitor - E - 4.2k - Indis/Miriel - Now obsessed with the idea that Miriel and Indis are legally married to each other vis-a-vis Finwe. The author does a wonderful job with the feelings here.

Peaches We Devour, Dusty Skin and All by @niennawept - M - 2.2k -Aredhel/Elenwe -  Some very tasty Aredhel/Elenwe! Their dynamic here is sexy and the pull towards each other warring with Elenwe’s goals for herself 👌

The Most Precious of Treasures by AroaceMoon - E - 651 - Celebrimbor & Sauron - SHIT this dialogue is tasty and ever so painful. Silvergifting.

The Love I've Found by Corollaire - 1.4k - M - Indis/Miriel - Modern AU Mindis fluff with bonus kid shenanigans from Feanor. It’s so cute!

Picnic by @swanmaids - E - 1.6k - Aredhel/Vana - Ahh! Here we get the Aredhel/Vana partner relationship to Celegorm/Orome and I love it!! Vana is so carefree and relaxed here, but still concerned with Aredhel’s feelings <3

Pity For Your Hurts by @thelordofgifs - 666 - G - Finduilas/Gwindor - Finduilas and Gwindor before his capture </3 This piece captures a very ~courtly love~ kind of feel in their relationship and despite differences, you can see how much they care for each other.

The Plans We Make, the Memories We Record by LadyBrooke - M - 1k - Indis/Miriel - Bittersweet Mindis (w/ hints of Finwe/Indis/Miriel) as these women struggle to move on in the wake of everything that’s happened.

Sawdust by @starspray - T - 559 - Findis & Finwe - I love this exploration of Findis’ relationship with Finwe! I feel like that’s one that isn’t often explored and it’s done very well here.

Shadow-Song by Arveldis - T - 730 - Finrod & Sauron - This ficlet does an excellent job capturing the power play between Finrod and Sauron, as well as making Sauron terrifying.

Shadows of Valiance by Midnightjynx1813 - G - 2.5k - Azaghal/Maedhros - Azaghal and Maedhros bonding! This author works poetry into the fic to great effect and I really enjoyed how much Maedhros comes to rely on Azaghal.

Sometimes Too Hot the Eye of Heaven Shines by @welcomingdisaster - M - 2.6k - Celebrimbor/Narvi, Celebrimbor & Sauron - Crunchy look at the dynamics between Celebrimbor, Narvi, and Sauron from Sauron’s perspective.

To Give Up Control by @jouissants - NR - Maglor/Uinen - Ahhh just delicious Maglor/Uinen…Alix’s descriptions are always SO vivid and beautiful.

Two Queens by LiveOakWithMoss - E - 262 - Indis/Miriel - Miriel sure knows her way around a strap.

Untitled by @that-angry-noldo - Finrod at torment with Sauron :’) Author really does well with Sauron’s otherworldly presence and the fear that causes.

Untitled by @jouissants - NR - MY FUCKING HEART. Five sentences and I’m gone. Finrod stop hurting me challenge 2k24.

Untitled by @tanoraqui - NR - Feanor & Fingolfin - Love that tasty angsty awkward post-rebirth Feanor-Fingolfin bonding.

Untitled by @polutrope - NR - Daeron/Maglor - Beautiful little Daemags fic…<3 Really enjoy the touches of Maglor’s nostalgia and I’m a sucker for him treating Daeron like a treasure.

Void-Junk by arriviste - G - 2.2k - It’s so juicy, Maedhros finding his way onto Vingilot.

White Flowers by @starspray - T - 841 - Aredhel & Turgon - Weeping once again over Nolofinweans, especially Aredhel and Turgon.

Men

A Monster in the Shadows by @hobbitwrangler - G - 3k - Eowyn & Theoden - Really cute but also heartbreaking bonding between Eowyn and Theoden, when Eowyn is new to Edoras and still recovering from her parents’ deaths :( Author does a great job capturing how that grief might manifest for a child!

Celebration by maitimiel - NR - Tar-Miriel/OFC - Crunchy tasty Tar-Miriel’s favorite handmaidens sleep with her ft. her and Ar-Pharazon’s marital issues. Excellent look at the dying Numenorean state.

Courting Gifts by Muccamukk - G - 1k - Arwen/Eowyn, Aragorn/Arwen - This is such a cute Arwen/Eowyn piece focusing on the cultural differences between Arwen and the Men around her.

Cousin, Sister, Lover, Queen by broken_pencils - E - 11k - Eowyn/Lothiriel - This one is so good and so bittersweet and hit so many real notes. I’m just aching for Eowyn. The author does a great job of balancing her inherent unhappiness as a lesbian in a marriage with a man with the deep platonic love she obviously has for Faramir, and Lothiriel is such fun in this.

Fade by Lady Ash - E - 6.2k - Denethor/Gandalf - Can I say something other than "Denethor/Gandalf BDSM relationship" that would entice you more?

Ode to a Nightingale by @maironsbigboobs - E - 1k - Aragorn/Arwen -  Some light, fun, Aragorn/Arwen smut.

Plentiful as Sand is Plentiful by @searchingforserendipity25 - G - 675 - I so love this look at Aragorn and Elrond’s relationship <3

Shake Loose All Your Garnet Jewels by lastwingedthing - T - 2.8k - Arwen/Eowyn - Lovely lovely fic on “what if Arwen and Eowyn had been part of the Fellowship?” Absolutely cinematic!

Untitled by @swanmaids - NR - Annael & Rian - Rian :((( Her story is so sad and yet there are at times griefs that cannot be overcome and Heather captures that very well here.

Without Dawn, No Evening by pscoptera - M - 4.6k - Arwen/Eowyn - If you want a truly historic fic, this one was originally written before the Return of the King film had released. A really interesting look at Eowyn’s sexuality and desires with what feels like realistic muddling of the issues in her mind.

Hobbits

On These Hither Shores by Arveldis - G - 3.2k - Boromir & Frodo - Boromir and Frodo bonding (sort of)! This fic does a great job capturing their feelings.

The Power of Tea by @hobbitwrangler - G - 1.8 - Bilbo & Gilraen - Fantastic character dynamics! And Bilbo feels so in-character.

Twist to Uncoil by katajainen - G - 1.3 - Bilbo & Thranduil - Ahhh lovely lovely look at Thranduil and Bilbo’s relationship as Bilbo recounts his time living in Mirkwood unseen.

#fanfic recs #the silmarillion #lotr #80 days #tbk #got

[zealouswerewolfcollector]

My 2023 Fic List

I posted 78,856 words this year! It might not seem much, but it's a record for me. So here's the list of my 2023 works sorted by date.

Four Ficlets

Written for the SWG server's instadrabbling challenge - Elwing and Idril's First Meeting (124 words, G), Elwing and the Silmaril (76 words, T), Gil-galad and Cirdan Clean Up After the Kinslaying (228 words, T), Ancalagon's Death (106 words, G)

Gifts and Favors and a Trip (3560 words, M, Maedhros/Fingon)

My 2023 entry for My Slashy Valentine. A bit of angst, a bit of sexual tension, lots of fluff and a great deal of pining. Idiots to lovers.

Angsty Ficlet (792 words, G, Maedhros & Maglor)

Maedhros wakes up in the middle of the night, panicking for reasons unknown to himself. Maglor helps. An angsty ficlet with a little twist in the end.

Alone in the Unknown (4752 words, T, Maedhros & Maglor)

The latest part of my canon divergence AU. Maglor and Maedhros wander all alone - Maedhros nearly catatonic and Maglor trying in vain to reach him. The angstiest thing I've ever written.

Helcaraxë Cannibalism Ficlet (500 words, T, warning for cannibalism and character death)

Fingon doesn't want his body to be consumed after his death.

Maiar Hate This Simple Trick (2234 words, T, background Celebrimbor/Narvi and Galadriel/Celeborn)

My entry for Tolkien Remix 2023 is based on @elentarial's Desperation and Defeat. A series of letters between the main figures of the Second Age, trying to solve the mystery of Annatar running away from Eregion. Humor.

Proxy (5912 words, E, Maedhros/Fingon, Maedhros/Maglor, warning for dubious consent and unhealthy relationships)

Maedhros's love for Maglor is unrequited, but luckily for Maedhros, Fingon is hopelessly in love with him and somewhat resembles Maglor. A terrible love triangle between three terrible people. A deviation from my usual themes and characterization (and ratings), but the prompt in the kinkmeme spoke to me. I wrote almost 6k in a couple of days, which is a rarity for me.

Orodreth's Letter to Fingon (307 words, G)

Orodreth does everything he can to eviscerate Fingon in his letter of refusal concerning the Union of Maedhros.

Maedhros and Fingon Talk Cannibalism (247 words, T, warning for cannibalism and self-cannibalism mentions)

Another cannibalism snippet ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Maedhros and Fingon share their experiences with the subject in a light-hearted tone a little inappropriate for the discussion.

Lady Makalaurë Fëanáriel Dying of Poison, Late Second Age, Artist Unknown (8671 words, T, past fem!Maglor/Maglor's wife, warning for death and suicide mentions)

One of my two fics for TRSB 2023. Based on @independence1776's edit. In her space wanderings, fem!Maglor comes across a planet and finds out things that force her to return to Eldarin civilization. I always wanted to write a sci-fi AU, and I'm really glad I got to do it.

Now a Quill, Now a Sword (11817 words, T, Maedhros/Fingon, warning for character death and implied suicide)

My second TRSB fic, written in collaboration with @melestasflight. See their beautiful art here. It's a canon-compliant fic (with a bit of post-canon at the end) that tells the story of Maedhros and Fingon's relationship from the beginning to the end.

Two Ficlets

In this one (735 words, T), Fingolfin and Fingon discuss if Maedhros can be trusted. In it's companion (1082 words, T), Fingon and Maedhros talk about the same subject.

The Hunters (2016 words, E, fem!Maedhros/Aredhel)

Another kinkmeme fill. Baby's first PWP. (Proxy doesn't count. It has a plot and I tried to make the sex horrible.) Aredhel and Maedhros - two princesses of the House of Finwë - are cousins with benefits. I really enjoyed writing it, but I don't know if it's any good because I haven't reread it since posting.

Kaleidoscope (1436 words, M, Fingon/Sons of Feanor - all of them but not at the same time except Amrod and Amras)

Inspired by @melestasflight and @polutrope's The Seven Trials of Fingon the Valiant but darker in tone. Fingon sleeps with all of the sons of Fëanor. Why? Who knows? Up to interpretation. The fic doesn't make much sense, but I still like it and I'm really glad I wrote it. The third kinkememe fill.

That's all for last year. In general, I'm more happy than not with my writing. Hopefully, it will continue this year.

Thanks to every single person who's read, liked, reblogged, left kudos and comments on my fics. You make me want to keep writing.

#silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #russingon #maglor #tagging the main characters i write about #silm fic #zwc fic #my fic list #i've also been thinking about an original story idea #that dates back to ten years or more

[the-elusive-soleil]

Okay, I'm going to try an experiment and go democratic on this, so:

#silmarillion #tolkien #soleil writes things #or will I suppose #elrond #elros #maglor #maedhros #kidnap fam #haleth #caranthir #halenthir #narvi #celebrimbor #narvi x celebrimbor #second age #tumblr polls

[meadowlarkx]

10 first lines

tagged by @swanmaids and @polutrope to post the first lines from my last 10 fics, tysm 💖

There are streams in Mirkwood that travelers cannot drink from. (Less Wise, fem!Maglor/fem!Thranduil)

“Remove your helm." (bite thy wings and let thee crawl, Melkor/Maglor)

“Yet your position is vulnerable.” (Mapmaking, Maedhros/Maglor)

Stiff parchment crackled under weathered fingers as another page turned. (Scripts and Tongues, Gandalf/Círdan)

Afterwards, they went back. (elvenkings, Menegroth drabbles ft. Thranduil, Oropher, Elwing, Elrond)

Maedhros’ eyes were on him—he could feel them even when he turned upstage. (dress rehearsal, Maedhros/Maglor ficlet)

The cavalry of the Union of Maedhros was a haphazard affair, to Maglor's eye. (ere the morning, Maedhros/Maglor ficlet)

Ensconced by the bookcase, Makalaurë strummed a minor chord. (homing instincts, Maedhros/Maglor ficlet)

The prayer was granted—he had felt the currents of the world assembled and heard them answer yes. (the longed for that cometh beyond hope, Eärendil/Elwing ficlet)

The sweet cup overflows its brim. (pursuit, Nessa/Tulkas)

tagging @jouissants, @searchingforserendipity25, @i-am-a-lonely-visitor, @aipilosse, @undercat-overdog and anyone else who wants to do it!

#my posts #tag meme #soon more...........I hope

[gwaedhannen]

Maedhros & Maglor Week day 6: Respite

WIP of something for @maedhrosmaglorweek that became too long to finish in one day. fem!Maglor/Elwing, Maedhros/Eärendil, background Elwing/Eärendil. Most of this is from the Maglor/Elwing section as that's what I have written so far.

Maglor waits upon the waves for her fall. The houseboat is a compromise, and a convenient method of rules-lawyering. It is not quite in Edhellond, whose lord has little patience for kinslayers but whose lady has a softness for her only remaining cousin on these shores, and not quite on the Outer Lands themselves, where the Doomed may not walk again. But Elwing has never been keen on following the rules of the world before; rules which say she should have died in the cold with her brothers, should have handed her father’s (her father’s) jewel to its rightful owners, should have died on the end of Maglor or her brothers’ blades, should have died in the surf, should have died on strange seas, should have died a mortal in the immortal land. And Maglor may have been a follower all her life, but the world no longer watches her deeds, no longer judges and pities. She may do as she will. Maglor watches the descent from on high, the Evening Star fissioning and a fragment tumbling down to Arda-that-is, resolving from firmamental myth into bone and feather and weight in her arms. Little else can survive the transition, but every time she bears a single strand of red-brown hair, safe in her beak. A promise, a reminder. Payment for catching her. Maglor takes the hair, presses it to her lips, weaves it into the braid with its companions. Elwing slides to the deck, bird into woman, the shift woven from her own dark hair materializing over pale skin. White stars are patterned upon, and a white tree embroidered over the breast. They make their exchanges. Elwing dances as her heart wills while the wind which boosts her leaps threatens to carry her away, and Maglor’s tempo keeps her grounded. Maglor sings laments for the long-shambling corpse of Númenor, and Elwing’s tears wash her scarred palms clean. Elwing offers news from the sky, of strange new continents beyond strange new seas, of mountains high and forests deep, of faces lifted skyward in hope. Maglor offers news from the land, of a distant valley and the young twins who fill it with song, of kingdoms finding their places in a quieter world, of those who still remember Menegroth and its many lanterns. She does not speak of Valinor. She does not speak of childhoods.

Eärendil’s giddy mirth is impressively contagious, and Maedhros almost without realizing it is cackling in laughter alongside him as Vingilótë climbs out of its dive, careening upwards back into the Heavens where the stars gleam with laughter of their own. The Mariner drags him down for a fierce kiss (how in the name of Ulmo’s sopping tits did a descendent of Turgon and Galdor Orchal end up so damned short?), and by the Flame Imperishable, Maedhros has never felt so alive.

#silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #maglor #elwing #maedhros #earendil #elwing x maglor #earendil x maedhros #maedhrosmaglorweek #stormwritten #honestly most of the reason why I genderbent Maglor was to make the pronouns deliberately ambiguous #the white embroidery is also from Elwing's hair; my usual image of her has dark hair with a single streak of white/silver #going full “just guys being dudes” for the Earendil/Maedhros section #Earendil's not that short he's just remarkably average height considering his pedigree #maybe Elenwe and Rian were short queens #Elwing is (slightly) taller and will never let him forget it

[featheryfoxes]

LOTR fem!elrond fic idea with the info up front that I read the trilogy when I was younger and this is mostly playing with the movie and show verse.

So the basic idea is that:

Elwing has some kind of dream or prophecy of some kind (still figuring it out) that would put any female child from her in danger so of course when her twins are born a boy and a girl she decides to hide the girl. Naming the child Elrond and raising her as a boy.

It's not till the twins are kidnapped and it's discovered that Elrond is in fact a girl that Elros and Maglor gave her a more feminine name Elanor ( star-sun which it was the best one I found but if anyone knows more about elvish names has a better one than lmk lol) and she was allowed to live as a girl.

Once she and her brother are found she sees that her life would have many limits as a half elf woman after everything (I've only noticed like two female warrior elves or higher up elves) so Galadriel helps her once more disguise herself as a man including using magic to hide her true voice modeling hers after her brothers and Maglors.

Eventually Gil finds out and while he never threatens to expose her secret and she does care for him and he for her it's very imbalanced.

Durin also is like 99.9% sure Elrond is a she-elf, but he is waiting on Elrond to tell him. Where as when Disa hugged him in greeting she knew right away cause many of the dwarf women who mine bind their chest when they mine.

Elanor does tell Bimby as they get closer and they end up secretly married because Gil isnt in love with Elanor but he is very much that's my court member that's my person no one can take them from me.

I'm not a 100% sure how to make the connective tissue to the main trilogy but this is the basic idea um thanks for coming to my rambling feel free to chat with me about this.

#elrond x celebrimbor #trop #rop!celebrimbor #rop!elrond #genderbend #lord of the rings: rings of power #rings of power

[tar-maitime]

found you, I'm not alone

Rating: T Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Fingon | Findekano Relationships: Maedhros/Fingon, fem!Maedhros/Fingon Additional: War of Wrath, reunions, angst, making plans for the future WC: 1.3k

Direct follow-up to "if you stay by my side"

Maedhros drifts in and out of consciousness. 

Or maybe they’re dreams. She’s not sure. Some of it definitely can’t be anything but a dream - the moments when she thinks she registers Fingon beside her holding her hand, or talking (or shouting) at someone. That can’t possibly be real, can’t be anything but her mind having finally cracked. He’s dead, he can’t be here. Even if he were alive, he wouldn’t want to be here with her.

She thought he was there with her on the battlefield, but she must have hallucinated it in the midst of her pain. It’s impossible that he could’ve actually been there.

When she finally comes awake fully, she’s a little surprised. She’d really thought, when she first passed out, that that was it. It wouldn’t have been such a bad way to die.

Ah well. She’ll do whatever’s in front of her. She always does.

As she catalogues her body - the usual aches and pains, dull throbbing where the spear got her, much less of a sleep deficit than usual - she becomes aware that someone is holding her hand.

It’s impossible, but she would know that warm, firm grip anywhere.

She pries her eyes open and lets her head roll to the side, and he’s there. Finno is there. He’s perched on a camp stool next to the cot she’s on, hunched over and with both his hands wrapped around hers. He’s wearing clean clothes, not what she remembers from the battlefield, but he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

The moment she moves, his focus sharpens on her. “Russë! You’re awake, are you all right?”

“Finno.” That’s all she can manage to say at first.

“Yes.” He’s holding back tears. “It’s me. I’m here.”

“...How?” Maedhros gets out. “How? You died, you were dead--”

“I came back,” Fingon says earnestly, squeezing her hand. “I came back for you. I got out of Mandos just in time to come over the Sea with the new army. I’ve been trying so hard to find you.”

Some of this is starting to sound familiar, like maybe it came up in that encounter on the battlefield that she apparently didn’t imagine, but Maedhros is still unclear on one point. “Why?” she asks. “I...I killed so many people, Finno, I killed people who used to be yours...”

“I know. I saw. I still love you anyway.” He says it like they’ve gone over this before, but Maedhros still doesn’t quite understand.

“How...why...Finn-Fingon, you shouldn’t have to. I’m not - this isn’t like after Thangorodrim, I’m not some broken little thing you can put back together; I’m a murderer. I’m the monster the Sindar tell their children about to make them behave.” She knows this for a fact. She heard some of the stories Elrond and Elros had been told about her, even though Maglor tried to shield her.

But Fingon’s jaw has that familiar determined set to it. “We went over this after Alqualondë, Russë. We’re both killers, and it’s terrible, but we love each other anyway. Do you really think my love for you is so little that this could stop it?”

“That’s not fair to you,” Maedhros murmurs. 

Fingon pauses a moment. “If it had been you who fell in the Nirnaeth,” he says finally, “and I had somehow ended up joining in with your brothers, if I had done all that you have - would you then stop loving me?”

The mere thought is enough to make her recoil. The mental image of Fingon covered in elvish blood is nightmarish, world-rattling, but even so, it is unimaginable that she could ever cease to love him.

He seems to read her thoughts on her face, and gives her a soft smile. “You see,” he says, “it is not unfair at all.”

Maedhros considers arguing, but is too tired and in too much pain to do anything but accept it.

“What’s going to happen, then?” she asks, since now that they’ve established that Fingon’s love for her makes even less sense than it ever did, that seems like the next most important topic. “What happened with the battle? Wait - where are Kano and the children?”

“Maglor should be back soon,” Fingon reassures. “He only stepped out for a few moments, under great persuasion, so I don’t doubt that he’ll return any time now. We sent the twins to get some rest; they insisted on helping the healers who worked on you, and wore themselves out pretty well. And Ereinion hasn’t been by yet today, he’s been nearly run off his feet--”

But Maedhros interrupts, barely daring to believe the unspoken implication. “Gil-galad came?” she asks. She hadn’t meant to include him in “the children”, when he wouldn’t want it.

Fingon’s smile is warm with understanding. “Yes. He’s come to see you at least once every day, more often if he can manage it. There’s been a lot going on - well, actually...” He pauses, like he’s not sure how to phrase it. “The battle we were in ended up making it all the way to Angband. And the Valar showed up. And so did Earendil, they say he fought a winged dragon. And...it’s over, Russë. The war’s over. We won. It’s over now.”

Maedhros can’t blame him for having to take a moment to find the words. She can hardly believe what she’s hearing. War, in one shape or another, has defined her life for centuries. That, and...

“What of the Silmarils?” she finds herself asking, hating herself for it. “Do you know what has, what will become of them?”

Fingon grimaces. “They were recovered from Morgoth’s crown, I will say that much. Who has them now, I will not say, because I want you to stay resting in that bed and not leaping up to go chase after the accursed things. We are working on a plan to deal with them, with the Oath. Once you are stronger, we will bring you into the conspiracy.”

For a moment, Maedhros tries to picture a world, a life without the war and the Oath. She almost can’t. She hasn’t really believed she would live long enough to outlast them both since the Union fell apart around her. The last version of her to actually live in peace died in Angband.

“That’s good,” she says anyway, because it has to be. Then, “What will be done with us, with Kano and me? Uncle Finarfin might have been lenient thus far, but I’m sure Eönwë and the Valar will want to see justice meted out for the kinslayings.”

“They may want to,” Fingon says with a slightly dangerous calm, “but I will not let them. You deserve to rest, Russë, in whatever fashion you wish. We all do.”

“What if the way I wish to rest is in chains, as would be justified, or cast into the Void?” Maedhros asks, half-meaning it, but that’s less than she would have been before.

“Then i will simply have to talk you out of it.” Fingon squeezes her hand. “You would never truly rest in captivity or bonds, love, and you know it.”

He’s frustratingly right. Maedhros sighs. “What, then?” she asks. “Are we to go larking off into the wilds, settle down in some peaceful valley and build a, a little house and live off the land and hope that the ghosts of everyone we’ve killed and failed to save stay away?”

She means it sarcastically, but Fingon nods with full seriousness and says, “If you want to, then yes. Personally, I think it might be fun to try.”

And as much as she wants to, Maedhros can’t bring herself to disagree. She can’t quite picture that warm scene, a home for the two of them and maybe Maglor and the children if they want it. It’s almost entirely impossible. But she’s alive and the war is over and her once-dead husband is sitting here holding her hand and making her believe in things again - so maybe one more impossibility wouldn’t be such a stretch after all.

#silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #maedhros x fingon #russingon #war of wrath #roots of my tree #my stories #finally getting around to posting this now that m&m week is done

[i-did-not-mean-to]

S&D 2023 Gifts

If I talk the talk, I will walk the walk. 😃

Here are my artworks (absolutely not necessary to go look at them!)

And here are my promo posts for the amazing fics (badly described by me) I got this year:

📖 A merry medley of drabbles by @goschatewabn

📖 A Firebird collection by @cilil

📖 Námo & Manwë by @cilil

📖 Ossë struggling by @cilil

📖 Thuringwethil & Fem!Balrog OC by @cilil

📖 Irmo spinning around to Melkor's annoyance by @cilil

📖 A spirited re-imagining of Romeo and Juliet by @tethysresort

📖 A haunting tale of loss and hope by @maglor-my-beloved

📖 A fascinating story of accidents, pining, and great strength by @maglor-my-beloved

📖 A hilarious, involuntary deification of Elrond by @maglor-my-beloved

📖 A heart-breaking tale of solace and doom by @maglor-my-beloved

📖 An amazingly compelling first chapter for the Gladiator AU by @maglor-my-beloved

📖A beautiful Russingon dream by lferion

📖 A very compelling Gladiator AU by @yuzukimist

📖 A hilarious "Night at the museum" meets Tolkien by Drag0nst0rm

📖 A very sweet "On-the-road" fic by @ysilme

📖 A hysterical toe-to-toe between Elrond and a pesky plant by octopus_fool

📖 A humorous drabble about Nerdë and Anairë by @thedaughterofshadows

📖 A touching, interesting, and very funny story about Nerdë, magic, and a mischievous fox by @thedaughterofshadows

📖 A story about Boromir, Merry, and Pippin...and a funny prank by @babe-bombadil

I shall update this list as I go.

Every day, I will post another few promotional posts.

@fall-for-tolkien this might tracking my posts a little easier &lt;3

#og post #s&d 2023 #scribbles & drabbles 2023 #fall for tolkien #Masterlist of gifts #not my writing #yes my art #beautiful fics #fic rec #Masterlist #Promoting others

[doodle-pops]

Unforgivable

Maglor x reader

Request: Oh oh, can I have some angst with my baby Maglor. I know this troupe is overdone but I love it so, a Maglor x fem! reader where he departs Valinor and leaves his wife behind. Maybe he begs her to come along? I'm excited to see what you'll create, thank you 💕💕 - Anon

A/N: Oh boy did I enjoy writing this! As you said, I wanted to take a different spin on the usual troupe and make it a lot darker. Our magpie is far from sweet and charming here. Turned out his skillful voice has other usage aside from singing.

Warnings: manipulation, Maglor being cunning and deceitful, mentions of blood (lots of times because it's a kinslaying), weakminded reader, heavy angst

Words: 1.1k

Synopsis: Vows were never meant to be broken and Maglor would ensure you fulfilled yours.

“So you’re not following?”

“Why should I? I don’t have a reason for needing to leave my home behind.”

“…So you’re simply going to forget about us then? All the promises we made!”

Falling silent, you knew he was right. You gave him your words, your vow, on your wedding day. It wasn’t the first time he dangled them over your head like some unforgettable prized object. As his spouse, it was your duty to follow him until the end, to stand at his side through all his rights and some wrongs. You were a married couple, and a relationship was hard work in progress— always learning about one another as time flew by. So, this was simply another hurdle in your life you needed to overcome. All he was doing was motivating you and providing the missing support to win. Once again, he was proving to you that you needed him, you couldn’t survive on your own without him. He was your stability.

“Makalaurё, I…I—” you bit your lips as you felt the tears growing the building pressure. His stare, erratic breathing, the crimson coating his silver blade which twinkled under the torches, his sternness, his everything. It all made your heartstrings tug towards guilt. How could you possibly tell him you didn’t need or want to be with him anymore?

We are soulmates Y/N, you can’t be without me. We have to be, so come with me.

Gasping as you heard his voice in your head being whispered like a dainty flower dancing in the spring breeze, you looked up to meet his hopeful eyes glowing in the dark. While they appeared hopeful to you, underneath was a loose and crazed nér. A nér that was ready and capable of dragging you off whether you wanted to come with him or not. He couldn’t be without you, not when you were his entire life and the air that he breathed. You walking away meant death for him and he wasn’t ready for that. There was an oath to fulfil.

“Makalaurё, I don’t know. I don’t have a reason to leave Araman behind,” you begged in accordance to reason with him. Your throat was closing up as though wire was wrapped around it, tightening with every second you doubted.

Shaking his head and stepping forward, his bloodied right hand reached out to touch your clean, unblemished skin and tugged you closer. His grip remained on your upper arm, firm and secure, while his eyes blazed with the eternal flames. But those flames were doused by the coolness of his soothing fëa, brushing against your own. It felt like the cool rain on a spring day Manwë would bless the earth with. But you also saw the passion and his desire to have you with him at all times, and his voice portrayed the rawness, “Yes you do, me! You will never leave me, you are not to ever leave me. You need to be at my side, to keep me going. I will not leave you behind.” The growls and trembles in his tones raised the goosebumps on the back of your neck and down your arms. His words of passion and fire penetrated your heart and fёa unlike the many times before.

The hand that gripped your upper arm, trailed higher until it cupped your cheeks, sweeping a trail of blood across the perfect white you adorned yourself in. Moving in closer, he breathed in your scent of fear and stored it in the deepest parts of his memory. The sword in his left hand remained locked within his cold fingers as it rose to rest behind your back for a hug. Your face buried into his sturdy cerise armour, now being painted with the blood of the innocently fallen. “You know you need me darling…and you know I need you as well,” he cooed in despondency and hurt, but the tightening of his arms around your shoulders did not.

“Makalaurё…but my family, the people…”

“Shhh, worry not about them. Your family is us— you and I, remember? We’re married, you and I, that’s all that matters.”

You were still smaller than him. Noldor he was and ever so giant their race was, you felt like a child being consoled in his arms.

His melodious and poisonous voice poured into your ears and corrupted the very fibre of your being. Moulding your moralities and standards to match his and become dependent. It was like a spider leading it's prey into a web. . .of lies or the sweet honey bee being drawn in by the perfumed scent of a deadly flower, masked by it's beautiful parade. Standing your ground was never an ability you were capable of portraying, not when your sweet and loving husband was there to speak for you. He would take the lead as he always did, your knight in shining armour. Though, it didn’t matter if it was bathed in blood at the moment.

“…If I go with you, everything would be better and we’d be a family, right? No more killing?” peering up at him with your doe eyes, your tears brimming were your lashes.

Exhaling, he looked down at you and lifted your chin to meet his determined stare, “I promise. This was just an accident, you know we didn’t mean to do this. I told you before, I’m sorry, yes?”

You nodded your head once slowly, then twice before it broke out into multiple rapid nods. Feeling a tear cascading down your cheeks, you reached to wipe it away but he beat you to the action. Smearing more blood across your face, he removed the crystal that stained. “Okay. I just don’t want anything horrendous to happen again. We are leaving Araman for a better life,” you supposed.

Needing to complete your statement with the ultimate act of reassurance, he pulled away from you and dragged his crimson hand down to your wrist, tugging. Granting you the smile that you first fell in love with upon first sight, he tenderly pulled you along the flooded street of lifeless bodies to the docks. It appeared as though a tsunami plumaged the city and all along with it, destroying the stunning iridescent silver and pearls, the blues and green of the ocean and pinks of the sunset. Nevertheless, none of that mattered as Makalaurё led you through the streets with honey in his smile and the future in his eyes. “As long as you come with me, all that you wish for between us, will be. If you just follow me,” he artfully whispered.  

You could have sworn you saw a halo around his head as he fed you hollow promises and guile. And you followed him with an optimistic, mindless beam, swaying along and dancing to the tune of his untruthful song. Like an aimless flower, swaying in whatever direction the wind may blow it, he carried you along. From the depths of the city to the root of the evil, he led you into darkness and misery; footsteps blindly trailing and leaving behind all good things to the greatest mistake you had ever made.

Masterlist

Taglist: @spidergirla5 @lilmelily @eunoiaastralwings @noldorinpainter @ranhanabi777 @mysticmoomin @rain-on-my-umbrella @starborne0661 @floraroselaughter @singleteapot @asianbutnotjapanese @justellie17 @justjane

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

And here it is! The full masterlist for @silmsmutweek ! It was such a joy participating in this event and writing about characters and pairings and themes I had never done before.

Warning: Each post contains material of an explicit and sexual nature.

Minors DNI | 🔞 | You are responsible for the media you consume.

❤️‍🔥 Day 1: Seeds of desire / Gothmog x Melkor

❤️‍🔥 Day 2: To give and receive / Finwë x Indis

❤️‍🔥 Day 3: The ties that bind / Makar x Meássë

❤️‍🔥 Day 4: The invitation / Manwë x Eönwë x Ilmarë

❤️‍🔥 Day 5 : Little bird / Tevildo x Fem. reader

❤️‍🔥 Day 6: Beneath the stars /Oromë x Celegorm

❤️‍🔥 Day 7: While the seas roiled / Varda x Uinen

❤️‍🔥 Silmsmutweek writer's challenge : The same song / Maedhros x Maglor | The first of many glorious nights / Haleth x Caranthir

#silmsmutweek #gothmog #melkor #finwë #indis #makar #meássë #manwë #eönwë #ilmarë #tevildo #oromë #celegorm #varda #uinen #maedhros #maglor #haleth #caranthir

[elficially-done-with-life]

Request Rules

Requests are open!

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♡ only x reader, fics and hc ( and I will only write for fem reader or gn reader, since I indentify as she/her and thats why I'm most comfortable with that, when it comes to NSFW content only fem reader )

♡ I have nothing against people who love Rings of Power, but I haven't watched the show so far, so I won't write for it (maybe I will once I watched it though)

♡ I write SFW and NSFW ( but I will NOT include anything problematic )

♡ I also won't include anything that breaks a character unnecessarily ( angst is obviously fine though )

♡ Sometimes I may be more motivated to write my own ideas or won't feel like writing at all, so it can take a LONG time until I finish something

♡ If a request makes me uncomfortable or I just don't really like it, I will just ignore it

♡ You have to tell me if you want headcanons or one shots (I won't write multi chapter fics), otherwise I will decide

♡ Characters I will write for: Elrohir, Elladan, Glorfindel, Lindir, Kili, Fili, Thorin, Bofur, Celebrían, Arwen, Maedhros, Haldir, Maglor, Caranthir, Celebrimbor, Erestor, Celegorm, Maeglin, Faramir, Boromir, Finarfin, Finrod, Aredhel, Argon, Rog, Idril, Elwing, Nerdanel, Amrod, Amras, Eärendil, Egalmoth, Elenwë, Yavanna, Oromë, Lalwen, Gil-Galad, Nienna, Elrond, Lùthien

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[zealouswerewolfcollector]

My TRSB23 Fics

Now a Quill, Now a Sword

Maedhros/Fingon, 11817 words, T

Warnings: Major character death, implied suicide

This fic was written in collaboration with @melestasflight. You can find their incredible art embedded in the fic as well as here (main art) and here (additional art).

My beloved Findekáno,

As I sit down to compose the letter in my study, I cannot help but recall all those times you were here to distract me from writing. I still keep the quill that for a brief moment adorned your hair and came back with a strand wrapped around it. You said the sky-black did not go well with the green and blue of the peacock feather. I objected then and I still do. It is now my most cherished quill. 

It is silent here as it now often is, and I can almost hear you reciting Elemmírë as I rest my head in your lap. You laugh at the tears in the corners of my eyes, yet you are also moved by her words, and your voice trembles with emotion as you read. 

Lady Makalaurë Fëanáriel Dying of Poison, Late Second Age, Artist Unknown

Past Maglor/Maglor's wife, 8671 words, T

Warnings: Implied character death, implied suicide

This fem!Maglor space AU is inspired by @independence1776's fantastic edit.

Maglor landed on a small asteroid in an asteroid belt on the outskirts of the system. If the Sindar had somehow managed to follow her, they would not find her there. Though she doubted they had. Her ship was very old, but it was unlikely there had been much progress made in shipmaking since the War of Wrath. So much knowledge and technology had been lost together with Beleriand.

Bathor was Curufin’s design, engineered for lightning-fast attacks. Now Maglor used it for swift retreats. It used to be equipped with precise and destructive weapons that had brought ruin to orcs and elves alike. Maglor hadn’t charged the weapon bay since the War of Wrath ended.

#silmarillion #maedhros #fingon #russingon #maglor #maglor/wife #trsb23 #posting these two together so i can pin them #zwc fic #silm fic

[meadowlarkx]

Less Wise

When she had first seen Thranduil, her tall form had appeared a column of starlight. The feast itself had glowed between the dark shapes of the trees, bright with ruddy, glossy fruits heaped high around decanters of wine. There was singing, the clear snatches of merry voices drawing about Maglor like filaments of gold cloth. At its center, though, burned one flame.

At first Maglor knew not whether she beheld nís or ner. There was only hair the color of dawn sunlight, wreathed in red berries and autumn leaves, and a smile with the quick sharp joy of running water. The vision was laughing a great deal, flushed with the wine, and mantled all in power like a great lord, though no lord Maglor had ever known.

fem!Maglor/fem!Thranduil Romantic Third Age Times for @imakemywings, a late offering for @silmsmutweek Day 7 (Sea) | Read here on AO3

#silmarillion #the hobbit #maglor #thranduil #silm #silm fic #hobbit fic #? #maglor x thranduil #silmsmutweek #if you are still reblogging these #my fic #nsft #ALSO i don't think i have ever genuinely exactly written this like magical healing sex trope despite saying the other day it is one of my #favs to read. so thank you again to silmsmutweek for unlocking self-indulgence in all of us