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doodle-pops · 5 months

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Shadows of Honour

Finrod x reader

A/N: I have an unhealthy obsession with angst and since Christmas is close by, I'd love to share it with you all :)

Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, abandonment, arguments, heavy angst, angst no comfort

Words: 1.8k

Synopsis: “If… If I had told you about my sworn oath and my impending death, would you still have loved me? Would you have accepted my love? Would you have given me a chance to experience the joy of everlasting love and family, or would you have turned me away?”

Rivers of tears cascaded down your burning cheeks as you stood face-to-face with the man you loved. His awareness and compassion for your distress was etched onto his face, unfortunately, he couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze. Those once–beloved blue–green eyes failed to hold the honesty and sincerity they once did; instead, they remained fixed on the floor, avoiding contact with you or the round, protruding bump that bore testament to your shared love. He heaved a heavy sigh, fully aware that explaining his reasons wouldn’t make sense to you, even as he allowed you to vent your pain and his pride. Were his actions truly so cruel and heartless as to bring his wife to tears and endless pleas?

“You can’t leave me; you can’t leave us!” your voice trembled with desperation, your hand instinctively cradling your belly, emphasising the life within. “You can’t abandon your family and people for the sake of a mortal you don’t even know, Finrod!”

Lifting his head to meet your tear–stained cheeks, he reached out to cradle your face, but his gesture was met with swift rejection. Your swatting hands pushed his away, and you took a step back, staring at him in disbelief. Controlling your breathing became a struggle; in your current state, maintaining composure was no easy feat. It was even more challenging when your husband, the one who was supposed to protect and cherish you, seemed to have lost all reason and logic. What happened to his sense and sensibility?

Covering your mouth in a futile attempt to stifle your sobs, you fought to speak with a broken voice, “Don’t...don’t try to smooth things over when you know I’m right. Don’t silence me! I have every right to be unhappy with your choice. You’re choosing a mortal over me, your daughter, and our unborn child! How else am I supposed to react?”

“You need to calm down, Y/N; it’s not good for the baby—”

“Don’t tell me what’s good for me when your actions say otherwise,” you hissed with discontent, refusing to let him dictate what was right or wrong, especially when he couldn’t seem to decide for himself.

Frowning, his eyes darted hesitantly to the door, sensing a third presence nearby before returning to your panting figure. Your disapproval of his touch stung, but he understood that your nerves needed calming and your mind needed settling. He observed as you instinctively rubbed your belly, the storm of emotions causing your little one to shift uncomfortably. Dragging out this argument seemed futile when he knew that his final decision was unchangeable. It was only a matter of time until you comprehended the purpose behind his choice. Without further ado, he spun on his heels, making his way over to the closet, gathering clothes and hunting gear. Prolonging the debate wouldn’t lead to a resolution; you couldn’t convince him to stay, and he was steadfast in his commitment to aid the mortal.

“So you’re not going to say anything?! You’re not going to fight with me, fight for me, fight for us?! You’re just going to let yourself be swayed by some mortal who wants to fall in love with an elf and give her the Silmaril? The same jewel your cousins would kill for?” Your voice regained its vigour, tinged with frustration, as you approached the closet where he continued to nonchalantly pack his belongings. Your accusations stung like barbs, and yet he felt the pain even more acutely with every word you hurled his way. He knew the consequences; it was his very understanding of them that fuelled his turmoil.

Biting his lip to suppress his trembling emotions, he kept his eyes averted, focusing on the task before him. He didn’t want you to see his own turmoil, as it would only make you feel worse. Your stress levels were high enough, and he racked his brain for a way to soothe you without further escalation. “Please, don’t worry, ĕrĕmelda. I will return to you, safe and sound,” he whispered softly. “This is the will of Eru, and I must honour it.”

Your voice cut through the air, laden with a mix of disbelief and frustration. “Eru? Did he also instruct you to swear an oath, marry me, and start a family, only to abandon us for some mortal who wants to show the world his bravery by pursuing a maiden out of his league? I thought you believed that Eru didn’t intend for elves and mortals to be together. Why are you acting in direct opposition to that belief? And, for that matter, why did you keep the oath and the foresight of your own death hidden from me?”

As the trousers slipped from his grasp, he turned to face your puffy eyes and cheeks. The remnants of his irritation dissipated in the face of your broken state. His mouth opened to reply, but his words faded away as he studied your misery. He was causing more harm than good, and he couldn’t quite understand why.

With deliberate steps, he approached you, his hands tentatively reaching out to touch your arms. He noticed your lack of resistance and gently drew you into a hug. Holding you close for the first time since that morning, he breathed in your scent, savouring the fragrance of gardenias and lilacs that clung to your skin. He felt your baby move within you, and it was a poignant reminder of the life you carried—a life he seemed intent on leaving behind. Finrod knew deep down that this might be the last time he held you like this, yet he hadn’t anticipated that the parting would be so fraught with tears and agony. Leaving for a self–imposed mission in the name of honour and duty felt hollow when he longed to stay with you and your children, the family he had fought so hard to build.

In his heart, he knew he was doing more harm than good.

His children.

His heart ached at the thought of his beloved children—his eldest daughter, Lairelótë, and his unborn child. The child he cherished and sang lullabies to every night would grow up without their father’s presence, knowing of him only through stories and tales as he would be revered among his people. And his daughter, what would she think of him for leaving, for prioritising a mortal’s quest over his own family? The weight of these realisations bore down on him, causing turmoil in his mind. What was he truly doing? He had vowed to give his life for his family, yet here he was, seemingly throwing it away.

“If…” he began, his words trailing off as he listened to the heart–wrenching cries of his wife in his arms. Your sobs cut through him like a blade, each one striking his heart with painful force. “If…If I had told you about my sworn oath and my impending death, would you still have loved me? Would you have accepted my love? Would you have given me a chance to experience the joy of everlasting love and family, or would you have turned me away?”

You found yourself speechless, unsure of how to respond. His question stunned you, anger and bewilderment coursing through your veins. It felt as if he had dropped a ton of bricks on you with his words. “Finrod, I...” you faltered, struggling to put your thoughts into coherent words.

As he continued to rub your back, your hiccups grew stronger, a peculiar trait of yours that had often turned gloomy moods into moments of laughter. However, not even that unique trait could lighten the heaviness of the situation today. Glancing towards the door, his senses alert, he knew precisely who the third presence was. He fervently hoped that she didn’t have to witness the full extent of this devastating argument, which could only amplify the pain of his departure.

“F–Finrod,” you hiccupped, your voice shaking, “do you understand the significance of all of this?”

He hummed thoughtfully, his hand continuing its soothing motion on your back, gradually calming the movement in your stomach.

Taking a deep breath, you rephrased your question, “This mortal knows that his quest will lead to death. By asking you to fulfil this oath, he’s essentially asking you to die for him, so that he can have his happily ever after while I suffer. He knows that he wouldn’t survive without help. Why accept the quest in the first place? Why risk a precious life? Doesn’t he consider you important?”

Finrod sighed, his tone carrying a mix of patience and empathy. “His heart is young and easily swayed by emotions, arimeldanya. Love often drives us to do whatever it takes to be with the one we cherish.”

“But why does he have to take you away from me?” you pleaded; your voice tinged with desperation. “Tell him to ask someone else, to be less selfish. I need you; we need you.”

A small chuckle escaped Finrod at the pout that formed on your tear–streaked face. It was a brief moment of levity amidst the turmoil, a fleeting reminder of the bond you shared. Sliding his hand up your back, his fingers gently cradled your cheeks, tilting your head to meet his gaze. You saw the tears welling in his eyes, an ethereal light that shimmered with sorrow. To you, he was an angelic presence, a source of joy and happiness.

Testing the waters, he gauged your reaction before leaning in, capturing your lips in a tender, bittersweet kiss. The initial surprise was replaced by a shared intimacy, a final connection before his departure and the sorrow that lay ahead. His lips met yours with a mixture of longing and pain, a poignant reminder of the love you both shared. It was a memory to hold onto, a testament to the strength of your bond even in the face of adversity.

“I swore an oath to his House to aid in times of need, he had summoned me to fulfil it, I cannot deny its call. I can only hope that this quest won’t tear me away from you,” he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. “And I promise, I won’t give up without a fight if there’s a chance for my wish to be granted.”

“This still isn’t fair Finrod,” you replied, your voice soft but firm. “You’ve made a decision without me and I can’t change that. You’re so selfish...”

Eyes downturn, he licked his lips and cast one more glance at the door, sensing the presence fading. He knew his words were false hope when he had foreseen a certain destiny about him, but it was necessary to still give it. “There’s still a way to rewrite the future; it is not set in stone. My death does not have to be this way. Have faith in me, I will return to you and our dear little ones.”

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lovefairymina · 1 month

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y/n: *picks up a piece of glass*

y/n: "ow, i got a cut :("

finrod: "oh, okay, let me see"

finrod: *looks at y/ns cut*

finrod: "Y/N, YOU CUT YOUR ENTIRE ARM OPEN!"

y/n: "oh, alright nice :)"

“You’re a bloody walking hazard! You know that?! I turn away for five seconds and you tripped over nothing to slice your arm open! I should just...I don’t know—do something so you can’t harm yourself!” he fretted as he paced the room up and down gathering equipment to assess your injury.

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {finrod}#finrod imagine #finrod x y/n #finrod x you #finrod #finrod ingoldo #finrod felagund #findarato #findaráto #house of finarfin #arafinweans #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

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dalliansss · 1 year

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“Up, up, up, fair one,” Mairon whispers, cruel glee coating his tone. “I am aware of the beauty of your features but I want your eyes up. To what I gave you.”

Commissioned from @sauroff 🤩😍

#silmarillion #golden poster boy #sauron #mairon #gorthaur #finrod #finrod felagund #findarato #ingoldo #my writing #my fanfic #silm fanfic #commisioned artwork #sauroff #blood in the mouth #commissions

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wanderer-clarisse · 1 year

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"fairest and most beloved of the house of Finwë"

#finrod felagund #i love this guy!#have mixed feelings about the colors of this drawing and i will probably regret posting it #but I think green and gold suit him #it's somewhat christmas-y #HE #one of the only elves who was known as a 'friend of men' !#fought a werewolf with his bare hands !#finrod #findarato #ingoldo #him #sketch #tolkien #clarisse doodles #the silmarillion

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develinas-art-blog · 2 years

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Finrod

Sorry for disappearing, school has started so I'll be kind of busy hence art is gonna be slow 🥲🥲

Also thank you all very much for 300 followers! I really appreciate your love and support 🌼🤍

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caliawen · 8 months

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Childhood Crush

Pairing = Finrod x Mairafinwë (OC)

Genre = General audiences

General ratings = pure fluff <3

Content warnings = none

Word count = 1,9k

Notes = Hi, yes, hello 🫣 It has been a while, hasn’t it? Anyway, I found my inspiration back and I’ve finished this piece in time for day 5 of @tolkienocweek ! The prompt was ‘shipping’ so it was in theme and I thought ‘why not?’ Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Finrod never lacked love. He was loved, and he loved back. He loved his father, his mother, his brothers, his sister, his grandfather, his uncle (uncles, sometimes, but he didn’t see Fëanáro much. He was still cool, in Finrod’s eyes. He always received little gifts from his uncle when he visited. It was a little secret between them, because for some reason, Fëanáro didn’t want Arafinwë to know. Finrod thought it funny, because Arafinwë was aware, but pretended he didn’t.) loved him back.

However, as he turned around five (in men years), he noticed something. His father kissed his mother and looked at her with Starry Eyes. His uncles all looked at his aunts like that too, Uncle Fëanáro with Aunt Nerdanel and Uncle Ñolofinwë with Aunt Anairë. He saw teenagers do that, too. And he didn’t understand. Why did they do that? It was so weird!

So he asked his mother and she replied something that didn’t make sense at the time. She said : “People kiss each other and look at each other with ‘Starry Eyes’ because they love each other, dear.” Finrod looked at her dubiously. What did she mean, ‘It’s because they love each other’! Finrod loved his brothers, but that didn’t mean he looked at them with Starry Eyes and kissed them on the mouth!

It was when he turned ten (in men years), that he understood what his mother had meant. He was with his family at a banquet organized by his grandfather Finwë. For once, miraculously everyone was getting along, and then, he saw her. Seated between a teenager Makalaurë and a small Turcafinwë, sat the most beautiful girl Finrod had ever seen. She had long silver hair, just like Lady Míriel (Finwë kept her portrait in his study) and gray eyes like Fëanáro. To be honest, she was the perfect replica of Lady Míriel, but with Finwë’s eyes.

Finrod felt his face get hot, before he averted his eyes. But then, he found his eyes drawn back to her. He couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Finrod didn’t understand at the time why he felt so drawn to her. She was just a normal girl! But that was where he was wrong, because she was the only daughter of Fëanáro. And it was well known that his children are everything but ‘normal’.

He stole glances at her, greedily looking at her eyes and hair and cheeks and smile and- everything. He looked at her everything and felt weird inside.His heart thumped loudly and his stomach felt like it was dancing. He wondered why he was feeling this way.. It was then that they made eye contact. Gray eyes meeting blue ones, holding each other, drowning in each other.

Later on, when Finrod grew restless of sitting and listening to the adults talk about boring things, he got up and went to the gardens. The cool night air was like a balm to his still hot cheeks. He looked towards Telperion, sighing as he felt tiredness come over him. Normally, he’d be in bed by now. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy he could stay up late, but he really wished they were back home. He missed the feeling of the ocean breeze on his skin and the salty air. At the same time, he felt overjoyed at seeing his grandfather and Tirion again. The city was wonderful and a delight to his eyes. Art was everywhere and people were kind.

He was startled out of his thoughts by the most beautiful voice he had ever heard (after Kanafinwë’s, of course, but not that he’d ever admit it).

“Hello!”

Finrod whirled around, cheeks heating up as he saw her.

“H-Hi!” He replied, his eyes widening as she smiled at him.

“You’re my cousin Findaráto, right?” She asked, her eyes twinkling in the silvery light of Telperion.

“Uh, yes!” Finrod stuttered out, feeling nervous for.. some reason. She smiled at him, extending her hand.

“I’m Mairafinwë. Pleasure to meet you!” She said and he shook her hand. Mairafinwë… The name was exactly like her : beautiful, graceful, a joy to look at..

~~~

Since that night, Finrod found himself visiting Mairafinwë often : he had gained a friend. She was funny, witty, calm and talented. Their beautiful friendship blossomed and they became closer.

“Don’t move!” Mairafinwë tsked, frowning a bit at Finrod. He sighed, going back into his original position.

It had been two years since they had met and Mairafinwë had invited Finrod over at her father’s house. After talking for a few hours, she had proposed to sculpt him. Finrod, overjoyed, had agreed. Mairafinwë was good with her hands, he had seen the sculptures she made. Of course they were pretty, she learned from the best : her mother, Nerdanel. What he didn’t expect was that it would take so long to sculpt him.

He squirmed in his seat again, admiring Mairafinwë as she worked. The light that came in by the tall windows caressed her skin, making her look softer than normal. Her long silver hair was thrown up into a bun as she worked diligently, frowning in concentration. She kind of looked like Fëanáro when she was working : the same frown, the same twitch of the lips, the same analyzing eyes.

“Can we take a break?” Finrod said, sighing. Mairafinwë looked up and Finrod’s heart skipped a beat or two, his cheeks darkening. She sighed, putting down her tools.

“Alright, alright. We’ll take a break.” She said, smiling. She was as beautiful as always and Finrod found himself unable to look away from her.

When she took his hand and giggled as she dragged him outside, he thought he understood what his mother had meant all those years ago.

~~~

Finrod knew that Mairafinwë was older than him, of course. It wasn’t by that much, but it frustrated him to no end when people whispered that he looked like a lost puppy following her around. He was fifteen (in men years)! It wasn’t fair that people thought he wasn’t deserving of her!

Finrod had recognized that he liked Mairafinwë, maybe even loved her. He hadn’t done anything about it, yet. He was determined to court and woo her properly, but he didn’t have the right ideas at the time.

He almost had a heart attack when Nelyafinwë and Kanafinwë approached him with matching grins. They were usually the ones who were the most respectful and didn’t throw pranks, so to see them approaching him like that, he knew that something was going to happen.

Finrod wanted the ground to open up and swallow him when they told him that they knew he liked their sister. However, he perked right up and all his embarrassment was forgotten when they gave him a list of things Mairafinwë found romantic and liked to do that they had roped Turcafinwë into getting for them. He thanked them profusely, before having the scare of his life when their expressions turned grim.

“We support you courting our sister, Findaráto, but listen to my words and listen well.” Maedhros started.

“If we find out you broke her heart, for whatever reason it is, you will pay.” He said, a frown etched on his handsome face.

“Are we clear?” Maglor’s ethereal voice sounded stern.

“Yeah, of course!” Finrod said, a bit fearful. He almost had whiplash from how fast their demeanours changed as their expressions turned happy once more. Maedhros clapped him on the shoulder, smirking.

“Good luck.” He said before they left him with his thoughts.

~~~

Finrod had successfully started to court Mairafinwë. Dates had been arranged and he was happy, and so was she. The threshold of hand-holding had been passed and they spent more and more time together, almost attached at the hip.

Everything was going well. Too well.

That’s why Finrod wasn’t all that surprised when one day, returning from a date with Mairafinwë, his uncle Fëanáro approached him, saying he wanted to speak to him.

Seated in his uncle’s office, Finrod felt a bit fearful. He knew that his uncle was extremely protective of his children, everyone knew that. Fëanor looked at him pensively, saying nothing and making Finrod squirm under his intense gaze.

“Findaráto..” Fëanor started, making Finrod gulp as he tried to calm his heartbeat, his nervousness making his palm sweaty.

“Yes?” Finrod said, cursing in his head as his voice came out weak. His uncle gently smiled at him, making him calm down a little.

“Mairafinwë has told me that you have been courting for some time now.” Fëanor said, making Finrod nod in acquiescence.

“She loves you. Very much. It is.. clear that she has fallen head over heels for you. I want you to know, first and foremost, that I support this courting.” Fëanor said, tilting his head. Hearing those words made Finrod significantly calm down, his tense posture relaxing.

“Mairafinwë is someone who loves with all of her being. She is.. she is extremely like my mother in this way.” Fëanor whispered this part, his gaze turning longing for a second.

“I want to know if you love her. As in, you won’t want to leave her side in a century or two. You two are young, and there is plenty of time to grow and mature. These feelings you have for each other may change and that is alright. But I want to know now if you think it might happen.” His uncle said, making Finrod shake his head rapidly.

“No. I.. I love her. With all of my fëa. I think.. no, I know she is the one.” Finrod said, making his uncle’s lips twitch upwards. Fëanor hummed.

“In that case, I want you to know that I entrust my daughter’s heart to you. Be careful : it is delicate and bruises easily.” Finrod nodded seriously, relief washing over him as his uncle gave him his blessing to court Mairafinwë.

“However, I want you to know that if I find out you have not been treating her with the respect or adoration she deserves, or that you have made her sad, there will be consequences.” Fëanor said, a small smile on his lips to soften his words. Finrod nodded again.

That day, he left Fëanor’s mansion happy, for he had gotten his blessing.

~~~

It was a month later that Finrod kissed Mairafinwë for the first time. It was magical : something that made him feel whole in a sense and that made him giddy to think about. They laid underneath a tree on the grass, their fingers intertwined.

“I love you, Mairafinwë. I love you a lot. I… I wanted to know if you.. If you’d like to..” Finrod hadn’t thought about how he would ask her to become a couple. Well, he had, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The words were all wrong in his mouth and his mind worked faster than ever to find the right words.

Mairafinwë gently put her hand on his cheek, her plump lips turning up into a smile.

“Take your time, Findaráto. I’m not going anywhere.” She softly said with that magnificent voice of hers.

“I-… would you like to.. to become a couple?” Finrod asked, almost wincing at his clumsy words. In his mind, he had imagined asking her poetically with a grand romantic gesture. Still, Mairafinwë smiled gently at him, her pretty eyes twinkling with happiness.

“I would love to.” She responded, making Finrod nearly bowl over with relief. He smiled at her and she smiled back. And he understood. He understood what his mother had meant.

When she kissed him, he felt his stomach dance and his cheeks become hot and thought : ‘How I love her..’

End notes : I hope you enjoyed! I have one story and some headcannons in the work, so I should post more often! <3

@theladyvanya @koyunsoncizeri

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tengwar · 1 year

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Finrod with a mermaid crown

#.art #the silmarillion #silmarillion #silm art #finrod #finrod felagund #noldor #tolkien #findarato #ingoldo

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pengumi12 · 9 months

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Findaráto - First Born Son of Arafinwë

#finrod felagund #findarato #ingoldo #silmarillion #gil's art #ibispaintx #ibispaint art #ibispaintdrawing #digital fanart #digital drawing

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thelien-art · 2 years

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hello!! for pide request, can you do Maglor/Finrod with pan and non binary flag??? Thank youu ♡♡

Well, this ended with only being the pan flag and both of those music nerds being weird (or in love your choice) I hope that's okay

Under cut is it with nonbinary flag

Send in a character or a ship with a pride flag and I’ll draw it

#silmarillion #tolkien #maglor #makalaure #kanafinwe #finrod #finrod felagund #ingoldo #findarato #silm art #digital art #pride month #pan #nonbinary #pansexual

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that-angry-noldo · 2 years

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Of the Wrath (and the Candies)

[in which Finrod joins the War of Wrath, but with a plot twist. The plot twist being, Finrod is smol.]

Look. Finarfin is not mad.

Finarfin isn't even disappointed.

Finarfin is just too tired for all of this.

Therefore, when on the fifth day of the sail from Valinor to Beleriand he entered the cabin and met his son's eyes, he only sighed and said, "Your mother will kill me, Findarato."

Finrod just frowned and dug his teeth into the cookie.

That evening two portions of dinner were ordered to be prepared for the king's cabin, and the news spread very quickly that Prince Findarato Ingoldo Artafinde was going with them to war. Which was logical, because the prince was one of the few who saw the war with his own eyes and commanded the soldiers. It was also illogical, because the prince was literally twenty-five years old. He looked twenty-five years old. That is, he didn't even reach the king's chest, had soft childish golden hair and generally looked like a kid.

Believe me, Finrod was annoyed by this the most.

Because he is not Findarato Ingoldo Artafinde Arafinwion. He is Findarato Ingoldo Artafinde Finrod Felagund Arafinwion, Prince of the Noldor, Head of the Third House in Beleriand, King of Nargothrond, for Morgoth's sake! He is a king, but this cursed body, this little childish body, makes everyone think that he is that little prince from the Tree Years, carefree and pure -

That's why he was now glaring at Finarfin, stubbornly crunching a cookie. Finarfin had already placed the bowl of sweets high on the dresser and was sitting in a chair, looking wearily at the spiteful little gremlin sitting across from him.

The hardest thing about this... situation was combining the fact that Finrod had already lived and died, and that Finrod was technically still a child. He did not get along well with his emotions. He could not explain his own motives.

Finrod - the old Finrod - was now confined in a body that could not contain his spirit.

So Finarfin just sighed, put a plate of dinner in front of his son and hoped that the cookies his son had been eating these five days had not killed his appetite.

The enthusiasm with which the prince took to eating made Finarfin heave a sigh of relief.

The host of Valinor had to get used to the child at the meetings very quickly. Well, not a child. Finrod.

(Elwing agreed to send a word to Eärwen just as she was preparing to say goodbye to Eärendil. Something made Finarfin feel that neither Eärwen nor Amarie would be happy about the news.)

Be that as it may, Finrod became a regular member of the meetings. However, several encyclopedias had to be placed on his chair so that the prince would feel comfortable. Finrod ignored it. Finarfin thought it was sweet, but remained silent.

And Finrod reminded them again and again that he was not a child. He spoke clearly, expressively, calmly; talked about the strengths and weaknesses of the enemy, about the various... creatures he uses, about tactics and strategy, about geography, features of the landscape, about potential allies.

Finrod was a war veteran.

Soon we all will be, Finarfin thought, gritting his teeth.

So, let's go through the points.

For the last few hundred years his nephews were succesfully doing Morgoth's job with their own hands.

The condition was so bad that the orcs began using poison on their blades and no one had the time or resources to find an antidote.

Beside elves, humans and dwarves quickly flocked under the banners of Valinor. And not just soldiers. Refugees. People fleeing from under the heel of Morgoth to the front line. Old people and children who fell out of the frying pan into the fire.

Tulkas was unaware of the limits of the Children of Ilúvatar's bodies, and would push them until they collapsed from exhaustion. (Tulkas also didn't know that Finarfin was angry and stubborn, no better than his famous brothers. After some very calm conversations with Finarfin and Eonwe, he eased up a bit).

And he also had a grandson, whose name was Gil-Galad, about whom Finrod forgot to tell.

(In Finrod's defense, he took a long time to apologize, because when you're locked in a child's body, the last thing you think about are grandchildren).

Under Gil-Galad's care were his... twice removed great-great-grandsons, twins, who were hiding behind his grandson's back.

Above his tent, in the heavens, shone a star, which was Eärendil, who was his great-grandson twice removed and the father of the boys.

And the boys considered themselves orphans, because his nephews destroyed their town and their mother threw herself into the sea.

Ah, yes, forgot to add. After that, they took the twins under their care.

And now they sent them to him.

Finarfin wished very much that his eye would stop twitching.

It was... a very strange family reunion.

Elrond felt himself... out of his plate. Yeah.

Elros was always by his side, but it didn't help much. BUT! His father was next to him! Well, not like next-next to him, more like "high in the sky" to him, but hey. "High in the sky" counts, because all the past years his father was across the ocean. Now they could even communicate! With torches! Yay!

And there was godsdamned Finarfin! And Gil-Galad, Finarfin's grandson! Oh, even better, here was a whole, Morgoth take him, Finrod!!!

The one who's also a child!!!

The same one standing right across from him looking at Elros who has the cursed ring of Barahir on his finger!!!

Elrond! Wanted! To run! To Cirdan!!!

"So is it true?" suddenly asked Elros, and his eyes shone with ill interest.

"Every word of it," Finrod nodded.

"Did you really slay a werewolf unarmed??"

Finrod nodded silently, and Elros exhaled, taking Elrond's hand. A dangerous, maniacal desire to know more burned in his eyes.

"Elrond. Elrond, Maedhros must hear this. Elrond, I knew it all my life. I knew-"

"What, Maedros didn't believe I did?" asked the prince - the boy - Finrod - and a childish resentment could be heard in his voice.

"No!"

"Why??"

"Sindar propaganda!" Elros chirped cheerfully and grabbed Finrod by the hand, pulling him to the tent with food. "I want to know everything from beginning to end!"

By the end of the evening, Finrod decided that Elrond and Elros were worth dying for. He also added a few points to his very long monologue with which he was going to greet Maglor and Maedros. Something about kinslayings being bad and replacing dead brothers with twin orphans, yada yada, nothing to see here.

He also decided that Gil-Galad was boring. The mature part of him knew that the boy was on the verge of a breakdown, but the child in him declared that Gil-Galad was grown-up and boring, and Finrod decided to agree.

He also prepared plan number 51 to steal weapons from his father's tent. Look, he fought. He is a warrior. He slayed the werewolf with his own teeth. He should be on the battlefield, not in a tent processing intelligence.

He planned to draw Elros into the plan, for he resembled Turgon and Beren at the same time, and neither Turgon nor Beren would ever refuse to do something that foolish.

Galadriel appeared after ten goddamn years.

Which was good and bad at the same time. Bad, because the lands of Galadriel were one of the few safe places where the refugees could hide, but Celeborn stayed there, so the problem was solved. Good, because Galadriel brought weapons, supplies, and information. And, well, because she was family.

It was because she was family that Finrod hid in the armory.

He did not even want to imagine the moment of their meeting. Gil-Galad told him that, honestly, he thinks Artanis will kill him, resurrect him, and kill him again.

Thank you very much, Finrod did not sign up for this. He had barely grown to the point where his body began to take on the form of an adult, which meant that Finarfin couldn't stop him from participating in battles now. He celebrated the moment with the twins with a pint of ale for three. Finarfin still didn't think he could drink.

So, Finrod didn't want to meet Galadriel, because it would end in bloodshed.

And hiding in the armory seemed like a good idea. The twins brought him food and water. He could easily sit out his sister's visit here and show up in... ten years, when he finally grew up.

The evening and night went well. He suspected that his father was to busy catching up (read: comforting her while she sobbed) with Artanis now, but still let him know that everything was fine.

The next day he woke up and met his sister's face.

Galadriel blinked, her blue eyes studying him.

"Um."

Finrod sat down. Fake it 'till you make it?

"Have we met?" he asked innocently, and Galadriel exhaled sharply.

"You are a nasty little-"

"Rude."

"I swear to MORGOTH-"

"HEY! IS THAT MY DAGGER??!"

"Father," breathed Galadriel, holding her brother by the collar of his shirt.

Finrod broke free.

"She robbed my grave, dad!"

"Father-"

"SHE TOOK MY DAGGER!!"

"FATHER, HOW IN THE WORLD-"

Finarfin sighed.

He had a long day ahead of him.

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Choose Me, Not Him

Finrod x reader

Kinktober 2022: Jealous Sex/Bathtub Sex

Warnings: fembod, Celegorm being all flirty, males of the house of Finwe being their typical possessive selves, bathtub sex, soft dom! Finrod, calling Finrod King, aftercare

Word Count: 6.2k

Synopsis: The King of Nargothrond never thought that he would confess to you in such an unruly (pleasurable) manner.

Glancing above the rim of his wine glass as he rose it to his lips for a deep swig, Finrod glared at the ongoing interactions between you and his infamous kinslaying cousin, Celegorm. Of all the people you could associate yourself with on such a fine and excitement-filled night, the Feanorian. You could have chosen to spend it with him, which is what you were supposed to be doing given that he extended the invitation personally to you at your bedroom door. Instead, you’ve ignored his presence and sat alongside his silver-haired cousin who constantly gazed at you with the unmistakable lust swimming in his orbs as the conversation grew and the proximity between you both shrunk. Tightening his grip on his glass as he continued to look on, he observed how Celegorm would lean into your personal space every time he spoke, and your response was a broken smile as your brain short-circuited at the handiwork (so he assumed).

Breathing heavily, Finrod could feel his blood pressure rising with each passing minute despite being the least favourable jealous cousin. Not one for experiencing jealousy due to his friendly, cheery nature, anyone monitoring the King would notice the sullen look crossing his face as his direction of focus was solely on you both.

Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, his temper slowly rose at a snail’s pace as Celegorm leaned in to whisper into your ear, brushing a few strands of hair away from your neck in the process. The little shiver that racked through your body which signalled to Finrod that you enjoyed his touch, made him grind his perfect pearly whites. The little signs of his blue-green coloured orbs were retracting with each passing second and being replaced by midnight blue. The depths of the ocean could be seen should one gazed into his eyes and surely they would drown. Continuing to look on, he saw you throwing your head back, laughing at some sexual joke Celegorm spouted to you while licking his lips at the clear view of your throat. No longer able to take the torture playing out before him, Finrod rose from his seat almost gracefully and departed from the table wordlessly.

With every step that he took, his hands fisted his robes itching to tear at them, but he was aware of the time and effort his seamstresses placed into creating his garment. That would be unpleasant for them. Instead, his hands curled into fists at the sides of his robes, and he stood tall and rigid, muscles tense and swollen from the anger and praying that he didn’t perform any impulsive acts after the spectacular show. Finrod wanted nothing more than to march back inside and rip you out of Celegorm’s hold and into his own. For too long he’s been attempting to make advances and it would seem that tonight, his cousin would be successful before he ever got the chance to admit his feelings. Why weren’t you chatting with him and laughing at his jokes? Why weren’t you looking at him with that hazy look you gave Celegorm, or shivered at any contact he gave?

He didn’t want to give you up so quickly. What happened to the brave and daring Finrod who feared nothing, not even his own cousins? Would he allow tonight to be the last and final act which would determine the outcome between you both?

As if on instinct, the mahogany doors flung open to reveal you with rose-coloured cheeks and starry eyes searching the room and looking for your favourite elf. Standing near the staircase with his back turned, your footsteps quickened once you recognized the familiar outline but were cut short by the tug of a hand in the opposite direction. The grip held on your dainty wrist was rough and calloused and spoke in great volumes – possessiveness. You weren’t able to put up much of a fight against the pull, but you shrieked once the grip tightened and dragged you closer. Stumbling over your feet and crashing into the firm, muscular chest, the other arm trailed upwards to hold you firmly against them and press you into their embrace.

Looking up, you came face to face with Celegorm who bore a pouty look plastering his handsome features. The light from the chandelier cast five o’clock shadows and made him appear all the more dangerous but alluring. However, as much as you were drawn in by his rugged features and presence from earlier interactions, you still yearned for the company of your King. You wanted the soft presence, angelic presence of Finrod. The warm and bubbly smiles, intoxicating laughter and golden sunshine.

“Let Y/N go Tyelko.” And so your knight in shining armour came to rescue you. You turned your neck stiffly to view the source of the voice behind you and watched as he stood upright with a frown marring his face.

“Why should I, they were in the presence of my company all night and they should continue to do so. We were just about to leave to have some fun.” The gleam of lust was dancing like flames in his pupils. Bright flames that required no spark or fuel, they could light themselves whenever they pleased, like now. The grip around your waist tightened uncomfortably as if to prove his point and rub the meaning in the King’s face, but Finrod stood righteous without backing down. Taking great stride across the room, he before Celegorm, shorter than the other male and less bulky but in no way fearful of him. He was standing on his grounds, in his own Kingdom.

“I think you should let Y/N decide that for themselves, furthermore, you are in the presence of the King. You ought to watch how you speak to me, Tyelko.” And so, a great silence fell over them both. Two alpha males, one whom you knew excluded the aura and the other unsure off, stood baring their teeth to one another. It was only a matter of time before one was declared victor, but who. You knew Celegorm was of that calibre to upstage anyone who didn’t agree or disturbed him, but this was Finrod’s Kingdom, and he was King. Would the king allow his cousin to easily upstage him through embarrassment?

“Y-Your Majesty –”

“– Finrod. It’s Finrod and…are you – do you wish to spend the night with Celegorm?” and so, his pensive stare flashed to you but changes into a softened gaze you held. You could see the sadness swimming in his beautiful eyes with anger in the mix. It was a strange sight to behold considering Finrod was never someone who openly expressed his displeasure. Whenever you were in his presence, it was always a silver lining in grey clouds.

Holding his gaze for some time, you missed the taunting smile that Celegorm flashed at Finrod at the lack of your silence. Believing that he had won the decision, he wasted no time in making the attempt to walk away with you in his arms only for you to protest.

“No, wait! I-I want to stay the night with him, I came looking for him because he left…” your voice fell but the silence was loud enough to irritate Celegorm and plaster Finrod’s face with a smile. Wiggling out of Celegorm’s reluctant grasp, Finrod had stepped forward to pry you out of his hold and take you into his warm and soft arms.

You couldn’t help but melt as soon as he had his arms around your body and learn that the King was not as timid and weak as he appeared. The layer of muscles that rested under his robes, moved like silk as he flexed his muscles around your waist, firmly keeping you close to him and away from his dangerous cousin. It felt relieving to have you in his arms, long has he wished to hold you close and cherish you the way he would like to if you would give him the chance to propose. But tonight, he held you for different reasons that caused his blood to boil.

“Dear cousin, you should understand that Y/N wishes to spend their time with me and respect their request. Now, if you will excuse us, we have elsewhere to be.” Giving Celegorm a gentle smile that said more behind his eyes, Finrod turned with you in his arms and placed you before him, giving you a small nug to take lead. You didn’t wish to be out of his arms, but he was the King and there were behaviours that would be frowned upon should anyone notice you draping about him. Choosing to remain close, you walked almost glued to his skin, side by side and followed his movements as he moved towards the staircase.

“Tsk, bastard,” Celegorm’s whisper was way beyond the hearing capacity of Finrod, but his voice raised for the next words to ring out clearly to rile the swan-like King, “Y/N, I’ll see you later. Ensure that she reaches her room in one piece your Majesty.”

The sneer behind his tone was conniving enough for Finrod to hold his footings at the base of the staircase and swirl around to stare daggers at his cousin. Pulling away from you and briskly strolling over to the silver-haired feral male, for once, Finrod appeared as though he towered above his cousin as he spoke lowly and down at him. Dropping his voice an octave, you couldn’t make out anything that was being spoken between the two, but all you know what that Celegorm’s smirk dropped, and his face morphed into seriousness.

“Let me make something clear cousin, you are living under my roof, my Kingdom – you ought to be very careful with your word choices. As easily as I welcomed you, I can dismiss you if you prove to be a problem. What I do with Y/N is our business, she chose me.”

For the first time in Celegorm’s life, he felt some level of fear exuding from the threat his soft and chirpy cousin was dishing out. Staring him in his eyes to test the waters and attempt to dissuade Finrod, Celegorm was met with emptiness, there wasn’t anything he could use to defend himself. Not waiting for any response, Finrod spun on his heels aggressively, hair whirling dramatically and robes flaring up and returned to you. Holding his hand out, an action he would never perform boldly, you took it and allowed him to drag you up the staircase, leaving an angered Celegorm.

Trailing behind the King, you marvelled at the hand you were holding and how much larger it was than yours. There were little callouses to them but other than that, they were smooth and soft – a feeling you would love to become acquainted with more often. Bending the corners hastily and pulling you along, you weren’t aware of where he was taking you until you heard the twisting of a knob and the scent of vanilla waffling through your nose – your room. Finrod walked himself into your room as though it were his and he’d traversed it many times before gingerly tugging you along to follow him. As soon as the door was shut, Finrod spun around to brace you against the cold wood, cornering you like an injured animal. There was so much confusion swirling in the midnight blue of his pupils, you opened your mouth to question him before he could.

“Are you alright? Your eyes, they’re different.” You sounded so shy yet concerned for his well-being as you inched your face closer to his as you spoke.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…earlier I-I didn’t like how close – do you like my cousin? I didn’t…interrupt something between you two?” the sadness that left his voice and the sorrow and heartbreak that reflected in his eyes made you wish that the floor could open up and swallow. You weren’t aware of your interaction with Celegorm earlier would cause Finrod to become dull. He had lost the light that shone in his eyes and hair and was seeking reassurance. You knew the King liked you, but you never realized how far your actions would have pushed him to feel.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you; it was never my intention. I – that’s why I came looking for you, I wanted to spend time with you, but you were gone, and he just came out from nowhere –” lifting his hand up to cut you off, you watched as the corners of his lips lifted to show a fragment of a smile. He was somewhat pleased with your response, but it didn’t stop the fact that Celegorm still didn’t understand his place.

“ – I just want to ask one thing, if that’s alright with you,” taking a step back, he straightened his posture and dropped his hands to his side, “Do you – do you like me?”

Nodding your head while beaming at him brightly despite his face appearing sullen, you stepped close to him, quick to reach out to take him softer hands in yours. “I do, I do like you a lot Finrod. I don’t like your cousin if that’s what you think.”

Staring at the hand you were holding and listening to your reply, the words took some time to reach his brain since his focus was on the hand you were holding. He watched as you picked it up and gave it a light squeeze before bringing it to your lips for a peck. It was then, your words resounded in his head, ‘I like you a lot’ and a smile of realization grew upon his face. His lips stretched until they formed a blinding smile and you saw his eyes and hair and aura shining through. Taking the same hand that you held, he encased his fingers around yours and used it as leverage to pull you into his arms for a hug, squeezing his happiness into you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. I love you as well, though, I thought I was too late after…tonight.”

“I’m truly sorry about that, it’s just that his jokes were really funny that I couldn’t help but laugh.” You spoke sheepishly while fidgeting with the fabric of your dress, but to Finrod, the memory of Celegorm didn’t sit well with him. It caused a flame to burn in his chest – jealousy – and it was the least expected emotion he believed he would suffer. Allowing his mood to be soured by Celegorm’s actions, he heaved and unwind his arms from around your figure.

“Will you inform him that you are taken?”

“I will, he’s passing by later as he announced, so I’ll let him know.”

Passing by later. Passing by later not to speak with you, but an attempt to have you himself. If only you knew how dangerously charming the Feanorian was, you would never open your door to him. You would never invite him inside to speak, you would avoid him because when his mind was set, he accomplished all he desired.

Finrod's thoughts were loud enough for you to see them written across his face and before you could act, his mouth moved on its own as a thought evaded the gentle King’s mind.

“I have a better idea how to announce to him that you are taken.”

If you had known the predicament you were going to get yourself into after the King sent a playful smile in your direction when he dropped his idea, you still would have agreed. You didn’t know how the innocent and sweet-tongued King was able to convince you, but somehow he did and complaining was the least of your worries from the way he had you. There was no better place you would consider yourself to be than in the arms of the King in your grandiose bathtub, flushed and naked against his chest while one arm was holding your face to lock lips with him, and the other was busy fondling your cunt. His delicate and nimble fingers opened you up like you were a fragile flower, taking his time to toy with your fold and running a finger through it until it stopped at your clit to give your bud light touches. His fingers ghosted over your clit, teasingly brushing against it and provoking whines to escape your throat which his lips devoured greedily.

He couldn’t help but kiss your inviting lips, in fact, he couldn’t help himself from kissing you at all. Your dainty lips were calling out to him for the years that he loved you and he had found himself attached to the softer petals upon your face that he spent a good ten minutes kissing you until they were swollen and flushed with fever. Despite the redden, swollen image they portrayed, it most certainly did not stop Finrod from capturing them into another delicate kiss that made butterflies form in your stomach. His kisses as you’ve learned were always mild even if he was eagerly undressing and excitedly roaming his hands across your body. Waiting for the right moment as if he had already mapped out your body, Finrod chose the rightest moment to press his finger against your clit earning a series of gasps from you to then slip his tongue into your mouth.

You found it hard to focus with the skilful finger on your clit, rubbing your nub with accuracy, and the proficient tongue dancing with yours. He easily danced with yours, nothing overly forceful or possessive as you would have assumed since jealousy was the force driving his motives. His kiss was feathery and graceful, and you could not help but sigh into his mouth every time his tongue would touch yours. As for his fingers, with precision they rubbed your clit, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it around making your body arch. You buckled off him and had it not been for his arm secured around your waist you would have slipped out of his grasp.

“Does it feel good nin lóth?” he inquired as he looked upon your ethereal form shaking and gasping in his arms from the pleasure he so freely gave.

Unable to form any coherent words, all you were able to do was nod with a whine slipping past your lips when his finger left your clit and encircled your entrance. He was testing the waters and teasing you at the same time and was still able to keep himself calm despite the rigid erection pressing into your lower back. He was patiently building the intensity of your pleasure before staking his claim on you before his menacing cousin did. The famous jealousy among the males of the House of Finwe. Finrod had all the time in the world with you as it was just you and him and should Celegorm decide to pay you a visit now, at least his silver-haired cousin would understand the message. You were taken and off-limits.

Breaking the kiss, Finrod gave you the opportunity to catch your breath but was naughty at the same time to slip his finger into your cunt, snatching the air right away. Freezing upon entry, an alleviating sigh was sung by you when his finger travelled deeper and crooked to find your soft spot. A series of his name fell from your lips, and it made his cock twitch in delight at how pleasant it sounded. His name had never sounded so charming falling from the lips of another except yours; you made it sound like a prayer. He was spellbound and it drove him to add another finger alongside the other, crooking them both to find your soft spot.

He started off with slow thrusts, listening to the slosh of the water against your cunt, squelching as his fingers dived back into your heat with a flick of his wrist and then gradually increased his motion, scraping along your walls. Your insides were hot and soft, clamping down on his fingers and refusing to allow him to leave. Your lips gripped with all their might to keep him buried deep, wanting his fingers to continue its abuse and Finrod was most happy to oblige knowing that you loved his touch. It was a miracle that you found yourself loving the musically skilful prince whose elegant fingers were gifted with the harp and plucking their strings apart because that’s exactly what he was doing. Knuckles deep, two fingers twisted and crooked their way to aim for your soft spot living for every squeal and cry that was produced. Only he could make those melodious melodies spring forth from your lips.

Gazing at how your face contorted in ecstasy, his eyes soften and smiled when he noticed the lagging in your responses. You took too long to act on the pleasure as your brain was becoming mush and rewiring itself – you were in too much pleasure to focus on a response, all your body was able to do was cry out his name and take pleasure. Finrod did not seem to mind, for it was his actions that were making you lose your mind.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, for me. I know he wishes he could have you like this...” His voice was like the sweet spring breeze, carrying millions of sweet, scented flowers across a field and into your senses calming you.

You had never known the King to be competitive since he always portrayed himself above pettiness, unlike his two infamous cousins. Never one to indulge in drama or problems but rather the problem solver, thus, this was a first. Finrod continued to watch you in awe as your head fell onto his shoulder, tossing and turning about as your pleasure increased. From two fingers, your King now had three buried deep within your cunt, stretching you out and enjoying the obscene squelching. His mind was filled with hot flashes of having you on your back while he wrapped you in his arms while gave you eternal pleasure. Speeding up the pace of his fingers and flicking his thumb to rub your clit, Finrod’s cock twitched and smeared his cum across your back your body moved in sync with his thrusts.

His grinding against his fingers, Finrod was receiving pleasure from your body rubbing against his cock and could not prevent his own moans from escaping his mouth. His moans were equally angelic as his voice, and it stirred your insides with greater desire and anticipation of the oncoming sequence of events. Resting his mouth near your ear and releasing a string of heavenly groans, Finrod gleamed delightfully at the clenching of your walls around his fingers and noting that his voice had an effect on you while he continued his vigorous ace. Your back bowed off his chest and your nails dug into his biceps, which wasn’t painful to him at all when your cunt began to spasm around his nimble digits. Finrod was finding it difficult to pull his fingers out and gave a deep chuckle when the tightness increased. Keeping his thumbs on your clit and rolling it around, it wasn’t long before he felt your body going stiff under him before collapsing into his embrace.

“F-Finrod!” You shrieked his name before your body collapsed into his chest.

Your legs were ready to give out and collapse onto the floor had it not been for his quick guidance of walking you over to the benches and sitting you on his lap. It was then Finrod who decided to remove his fingers and rest them on your waist, rubbing small circles into your skin. His touch was tranquillizing and easily brought you back down to earth.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

Taking a moment to regain your senses and focus on your surroundings, you were sitting on one of his benches as the water sloshed around your waist in his grandiose bathtub. His arms were clinging to your waist for dear life as you were pressed against his chest. Lifting your head to gaze at him, he was already observing you with quiet eyes and a tiny smile at the corners of his lips as if he already knew your response. Always with the mind reading.

“I’m sorry, it’s not always my intention to make you uncomfortable meleth. Forgive me.” he consoled. Just like you said, he already knew how you were feeling, responding was just re-iterating.

“You already know how I feel my King.” You responded with a hazed smile.

“Then you would not mind if we continued?” he asked with the most dazzling smile he could muster as though he was attempting to seduce you despite not needing to. Finrod could have asked anything of you, and you would have given it.

Wordlessly, you pried yourself out of his hold by lifting his vice grip arms off you and resitting yourself onto his lap, but this time facing him. With your legs resting on either side of his waist and your arms around his neck, Finrod’s own arms lifted to press you closer to his body, guiding you to sit above his excited cock. His tip was pressing into your entrance and providing unintentional teasing like its owner. The little gleam in Finrod’s eyes told you that it was on purpose and right on cue to make matters escalate, he shifted his hips upwards allowing for his tip to just slip into your entrance and nestle. Scrambling in his lap and clutching his famed golden curls, you tugged his hair in retaliation as his hips grind his cock into your heat.

The both of you were competing against each other in a moaning match from the strings of musical notes that left both your throats, though you would say Finrod won from the throaty groan he released. It was your hand that snuggled its way into his hair and dug into his scalp that make him a moaning mess. His chest heaved as his moans easily slipped past his lips with a grind of his hips against your heat which prompted you to tug. The hands on your waist were working their magic to guide your hips against his cock to increase the pleasure. Finrod was enjoying this more than he believed he would and never thought that finding himself in this situation would be this beneficial.

Oh, how his silver-haired cousin would love to be in this situation.

At the flash of memory, Finrod’s grip around your waist tightened drastically and tugged your body against his chest, latching his mouth to your neck for proof. If his cousin was audaciously brave to visit later, then he should get the message when you greeted him. Your neck was going to be littered with iridescent flowers as if you were a priceless painting. The way his tongue ran across your skin left butterflies in your cunt and made you run juices onto his cock like crazy. Finrod felt the trickle of your flow onto his cock and grinned into the hickey he was placed at the base of your throat – a very risky place to leave one when everyone knew you were with the King.

Nibbling on your skin like candy and it was to Finrod, he was beginning to get impatient and slipped on hand between you both to rest on his cock to guide it into your heat. Freezing your hip motions, there was silence between you both – his lips stilling on your neck and your panting ceased – as his hands pushed the rest of his cock into your cunt. The loud intake of breath as he sunk further and further until he could go no further ripped its way across the room from you both. You felt overly heavenly, there was no better feeling than being welcomed by your snuggly heat the longer his cock nestled without moving. Hiss after hiss flew through his teeth as he ground them when your walls began to contract around him, attempting to adjust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re killing me here meleth.” His voice was forced through his teeth as they remained clenched.

The grip on your waist was strained as he made the first move to rock your hips back and forth along his length. There was slick pop that resounded from your cunt as his length glided through your walls. Your juices had perfectly coated his length; however, it was washed away by the bathwater and Finrod strained his eyes as his head hung between you both to observe. He had long forgotten about marking your skin and wanted to watch the union between you both in action. It was a beautiful sight that he wished his eyes would be granted but the water was blocking his line of sight.

The hands in Finrod’s hair tightened with each roll of your hip along his cock and your panting grew high-pitched and whiney. You had reached a stage where you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded; all you knew was that you were being on the receiving end of excellent pleasure that you wouldn’t pass up.

“My King.” You praised him as he guided your hips faster on his cock.

It was the way his title rolled off your tongue exquisitely that made his hips stutter. He didn’t expect his title to slip past your lips, he expected his name to be called like honey falling from your delicate tongue. His cock twitched as his title tumbled from your lips again and again and again like summer rain from the heavens and it was driving him mad. Finrod planted his feet firmly into the ground and stilled your hips to pump his vigorously into your heat. The water sloshed aggressively around you both, splashing across your naked bodies as Finrod held onto you for dare life pumping his hips into yours and enjoying your whiney cries for more.

“Please, please, please, my King, don’t stop. More please.” You cried in a whiney voice.

“As you wish my love, whatever you desire.” He replies breathlessly.

His head had finally decided to lift from where you two were connected to meet your closed eyes and tossed back his head. Your mouth was wide open releasing desperate moans, loving the way his cock kissed your cunt and how your clit rubbed against his lower abdomen. Gazing at you through hazy eyes, Finrod could not help but think about how he was lucky to have met and had you in his life. You were a gift from the Valar and one that he had to cherish for eternity. He hated the idea of having to fight for your love and attention, especially from his kinslaying cousin. Your eyes should never have landed on him, he didn’t deserve your affectionate stares.

Travelling his right hand from your hip to entangle it into your hair, he tugged your head down to meet his impatient lips. He was quick to swallow your lips in a passionate kiss, moaning into your mouth deliciously, wanting you to know how well you were also pleasuring him. The kiss was filled with breathless sighs and struggles to catch your breaths. Teeth and tongue collided with every upthrust from his hips and bumped your noses together and it made you chuckle. Knocking noses and foreheads together was humorous to you as it proved how hungrily you desired each other without a care in the world. Breaking apart for air, it was Finrod who pulled back to lock eyes with you and bore a soft smile on his face.

“W-Will you be m-mine, forever?” there was sincerity in his voice and eyes as he proposed the question.

Without a second to waste, you didn’t hesitate to nod your head as tears were forming in your eyes, “Y-Yes, thousand t-times yes.”

This was the moment he waited for, to hear you accept him. Finrod didn’t need to be told what was required next because his fingers were eagerly rubbing away at your sensitive nub causing you to convulse in his arms. Your body was shaking, and your eyes crossed at the vigorous speed he rubbed your clit. Nails scraping his scalp and tugging his hair aggressively Finrod returned to favour by placing more pressure on your clit as he gave little tugs. Perfectly times thrusts to match the onslaughter on your clit and the dangerous whisperings in your ear about how much he loved you, Finrod could feel your walls spasming around his length, tightening their grip around him and refusing to let him easily slide out.

It increased his own pleasure and made his hips stutter. His groans turned into grunts with every new thrust he threw, pushing you over your high and allowing it to easily tumble over your body, coursing through your veins and burning every fibre of your being. Finrod followed you soon after with the pulsing of your heat around him which pushed him into overdrive and stilled his hips. A deep grunt reverberated through the room as he held you tightly to his chest with each pump of his cum into you. It was a euphoric bliss that washed over you both while embracing each other, sweaty and cum-filled, but overcome with love. The grip he had on you felt right, it felt safe, just where you belonged.

“I’m tempted to stay like this, but we must clean up meleth-nin.” Finrod’s voice was the first to break the long silence between you two.

“I am also tempted to stay like this, it feels too good, too right.” You responded.

Leaning into your face, he nuzzled your nose against his before giving it a playful nibble. He couldn’t help but wish to stay with you like this, but he was aware that soon, Celegorm would be passing to check, thus, you needed to be in the best condition for his observation. Pushing a lock of hair out your face, Finrod spoke with a twinkle in his eye, “I have another idea that would satisfy us both.”

Aftercare with Finrod was quick but thorough, he didn’t hesitate to wipe up his release and give your thighs massages as he washed your tired body off. Tenderly touching all the sore areas and giving little rubs to the area until his hands travelled south and cupped your heat once again. Your King was on a roll tonight and did not stop with one round believing that there was not enough proof to reveal until his cousin that you were taken. From cupping your heat and staring into your eyes with want, Finrod had your legs wrapped around his waist once again but this time, pressed against the stone walls driving his cock deliciously into your heat once again. His lips were everywhere at once wanting to sample your honeydew skin like he did earlier.

By the time you and the King were finished, you had both collapsed on his bed with the sheets around your waist and his arms wrapped around your smaller body. Your skin was littered with the perfect amount of hickeys for his cousin to capture the perfect view since he loved to wander his eyes inappropriately. Looking down at your fast asleep state, he felt pride welding in his chest knowing that you were officially his and he yours. Continuing to observe your tired state, a soft knock on your door broke him out of his revere and alerted him of the intruder, his cousin, finally coming to check up on you. Throwing himself out of his bed and grabbing a robe, he marched over to the door with a triumphant grin on his face as he opened the door slightly to reveal Celegorm.

“Ah cousin, how may I help you?” he beamed overly joyous.

Celegorm had said nothing as he observed his cousin's features and recognized a difference in them. He appeared far too giddy and glowing brighter for a matter of fact. Celegorm knew from the start what was up with the King, and he was late to the game, he’d lost, but still wanting to check for you in the room his head attempted to gain visual around the King’s large golden mop of curls.

“Y/N is resting, quite tired if I might say so myself and unavailable…from now on.” his voice had deepened at the end of his little warning to make himself clear, however, it made Celegorm chuckle.

“Well played cousin, I didn’t know you had it in you. Congratulations.” And with that, Celegorm departed with a sour look on his face.

Staring at his retreating figure, Finrod waited until he was out of sight before shutting the door and returning to your side. Quick to snuggle you, he planted a chaste kiss on your forehead and gleamed as you leaned into his warmth. Finrod was pleased with his efforts and it had sent him to sleep with the most pleasant smile on his face.

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