#fingolfin x reader

[doodle-pops]

Think You Can Warm Me Up

[Elves and Cockwarming x reader]

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

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

Warning: smut, cockwarming

More: Brat Taming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[autumnshighlady]

Wildest Dreams (Feanor x Reader x Fingolfin)

summary: you've been caught in the middle of a competition between Feanor and Fingolfin's, and you can't imagine having to choose between the two. Thankfully, they make things easier

warnings: SMUT (kinda incest/y i guess since they're half brothers but nothing happens between them I swear), oral sex (m and f recieving), dirty talk

word count: 6k

requests: I’m not sure if you write for threesomes in this fandom (and if you don’t, please feel free to discard this ask): requesting Feanor x reader x Fingolfin, smut, where both of them are in love with the reader but reader doesn’t want to offend one by choosing the other, so she chooses to keep her difference, and Feanor and Fingolfin seduce her and agree to share her? Turn pleasuring her into a competition to see who is the better lover once and for all?

professor tolkien I am so sorry for this ily

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

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You wandered down the paths of the gardens, letting your fingertips brush the soft petals of the flowers that swayed in the gentle breeze. The air was sweet, something which you normally would have cherished on such a fine afternoon. But not today. No, today was different. Instead of appreciating the beauty of the nature around you like you usually did, your mind was far away. It was swimming in the afterthoughts of the dream you had last night, one that sent a blush to your cheeks at the mere thought of it.

That morning, you had woken up with a thin layer of sweat on your skin and a flush on your face. But it was not the product of illness, nor the result of a nightmare. No, it was from a dream filled with lust and pleasure. In this dream, your deepest, most shameful desires had come to light. You had been at the mercy of the princes Fëanor and Fingolfin, the two eldest sons of Finwë himself, as they performed acts on you so sinful that the mere thought of them sent shivers down your spine.

You could still feel their mouths on your skin, their fingers working magic and tongues hot against your body. The sensation of the princes inside of you lingered as if it had actually happened.

It had almost felt real. 

You had dreamed of them before, but last night was the first time it had turned that sexual. For weeks Fëanor and Fingolfin had been competing for your affections, each trying to outdo the other with flirtatious comments and gestures. It had begun when Fëanor interrupted your lunch with Fingolfin, stealing you away from his half-brother to show you his work in the forges. The next day, Fingolfin had appeared at your door to personally escort you to dinner, gently placing a flower in your hair, claiming it complimented your eyes. Their competition had grown less and less subtle, and was beginning to irritate you. At first, it was flattering, but now it had become more of an inconvenience. Truthfully, a small part of your heart had always harboured a crush for both princes, and up until now, you had thought it easily concealable.

And so you continued your path down the garden, head in the clouds and paying no attention to the world around you as you savoured the sensations lingering on your skin from last night’s dream. Unfortunately, you were snapped out of your daze as you collided with a tall figure, your head smacking into a very muscular chest. Startled, you stepped back and looked up at the living obstacle, only to be met with the amused gaze of Fëanor himself.

“My Lord,” You stammered, dipping your head. “My apologies. I did not see you there.”

Fëanor snorted, “Clearly.” He said, obviously finding the situation rather entertaining. You dared to look up at him, but regretted your decision immediately. His lips were smirking with their usual arrogance, his grey-blue eyes piercing your very soul. His dark hair was loosely hanging around his face, which was not covered in ash from the forges for once. The mere image of his face looking down on your much smaller frame only brought back the images in your mind from your dream, and it sent an instant blush to your face. You quickly averted your gaze, hoping Fëanor would not notice.

Unsurprisingly, he did, as his smirk only grew more arrogant. His hand grazed your chin, tilting it up so you were forced to meet his gaze. You bit your lip, desperately trying to force the sinful images from your mind. 

To make matters worse, Fëanor moved his hand from your chin to your face, pressing the back of his hand to your cheek. “Are you alright, my dear?” He said, the curiosity in his voice obviously feigned. “Your face appears rather flushed.”

You gritted your teeth. “I’m fine.” You said, much harsher than intended. The arrogant asshole knew exactly what he was doing. You hated the effect he had on you, how a simple touch could make your body react in such a strong way. 

And Fëanor knew that. He removed his hand from your cheek, letting his fingertips ghost your collarbone has he brought them back down to his sides. “Perhaps you did not sleep well enough…” He mused. You stiffened at the mention of your sleep, and Fëanor noticed immediately and cocked his eyebrow. “Or perhaps, you slept rather well…”

The both of you knew what he was getting at, and at this you squirmed even more, mind racing as you tried to think of a response. Usually you were much more composed than this, but not today. Much to your annoyance, last night’s dream continued to cloud your judgement. He extended his arm and you took it, and the two of you continued on your original path through the garden.

“Did you dream of me, dear Y/N?” Fëanor inquired as you walked, noting the blush that had returned to your cheeks. 

“I do not remember.” You stated, hoping that would be sufficient enough to make Fëanor drop it.

Oh how wrong you were, for your vague answer merely encouraged the prince. “Or perhaps you dreamed of my brother,” He sighed dramatically, but continued to watch you from the corner of his eye, studying the every reaction you produced.

This only made you squirm even more, as if he was reading your mind, delving into your deepest desires that last night had uncovered. You felt ashamed at your current state, how Fëanor was able to read you as if you were an open book.

“Uh…” You stammered. “I… I do not think so, my Lord.”

At this, Fëanor hummed, looking straight ahead. “So your dreams were not of me, nor my brother, then who? If you hold affections for another, Lady Y/N, I would have you tell me…”

“It’s not that.” You snapped, interrupting him mid-sentence.

At this, Fëanor stopped you both, turning around so that he faced you. He leaned down,   lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Tell me, my dear, perhaps you dreamed of us both…”

You breathed in sharply. It was all too much for you, his lips whispering things into your ear just as he had in your dream, his presence so close and threatening to consume you. You stepped away before your body could react further. “I… I am sorry,” You stammered, bowing your head with as much dignity as you could muster. “I must go.”

Without waiting for an answer, you walked away as quickly as possible. You knew it was rude, but you did not care. You hurried away before anyone could see your flustered state, mentally cursing at both yourself and the arrogant prince.

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You spent the rest of the day avoiding both Fëanor and Fingolfin, knowing that if Fëanor continued to further inquire about your dreams, he would end up with a broken jaw, and the guards would almost certainly throw you into a cell. You had skipped lunch, sneaking out into the forest through the kitchens and grabbing a loaf of bread from your friend on the way out. You chose to spend the next few hours under your favourite tree where you knew the princes would not look for you, letting your mind drift off again once more. Desperately, you tried to keep your thoughts civil, planning out your next letter to your mother and debating whether or not to continue the song you had been composing. But your consciousness would simply not allow you to focus on such trivial matters.

After a few hours, you finally surrendered to your thoughts, tilting your head back and resting it on the tree as you closed your eyes. You let out a sigh almost immediately, letting last night’s dream replay in your head over and over as you let the world around you fade away.

Unbeknownst to you, Fëanor was watching you from a distance. He had known of your favourite spot in the forest for some time now, but dared not disturb you. Normally he did not particularly care for the boundaries of others. He was a prince, and may inherit his father’s crown and titles one day and could do as he pleased. Fëanor would never admit it, but a small part of him feared that if he approached you in your secret spot, you would lose respect for him and become distant, which was the opposite of what he desired. 

So he instead grew content with simply observing you from a distance, something which had become a daily occurrence for him. He noted the content on your face, and the hint of a blush on your cheeks, reminding him of your earlier state in the gardens.

Fëanor relished in the memory. Normally you were much more composed, but he liked the way you squirmed beneath his gaze, unable to hide the obvious thoughts that were racing through your mind as his lips brushed your ear. At this point he was almost certain that you had dreamed of sharing your bed with him, and possibly his half-brother, and that was why your encounter in the gardens had been so unusual. But the prince was not quite prepared for what he would hear and witness next.

It was faint, barely audible even to his elven ears, but you let out a breathy whisper: “Fëanor…”

His name coming from your lips in such a manner sent an all too familiar sensation down Fëanor’s spine. He held his breath as he saw you ever so slightly press your legs together, chest rising up and down intensely. Countless times Fëanor had imagined you beneath him, his name spilling from your mouth as his hands explored your body. He had thought about the ways he would claim you, and while part of him wanted to take you from behind and fuck you until you screamed, the other part of him wanted to see you beneath him, receiving the most satisfaction and pleasure you’d ever had in your life.

He bit his lip, relishing in how blissfully unaware you were of your surroundings until you whispered another name, “Fingolfin…” 

Under any other circumstances, hearing your sweet lips whisper Fingolfin’s name would have sent Fëanor into a murderous rage frightening enough to make Morgoth cower. But not this time. Instead of being filled with jealousy, a brilliant idea came to his mind and he smirked. Your whispers were all the confirmation he needed to know exactly what you had dreamed of last night. Satisfied, Fëanor turned away and headed back to the palace. 

He needed to talk to Fingolfin.

**********

After a while, you finally opened your eyes and sat up straight. You did not know how much time had passed since you had drifted off into your haze. You felt a cold breeze, realizing it was about to get dark soon. Collecting your skirt, you stood up, shivering slightly at the cold as you headed back through the forest.

When you arrived inside the palace, you did not bother to see if there was any food left in the kitchen. Instead, you elected to return to your chambers, where you hoped to have a hot bath and go to sleep. You arrived at your door and pushed it open, but nearly shrieked in surprise at the sight before you.

Fëanor was lying on your bed, legs crossed as he casually fiddled with the corner of one of your pillows. He was not dressed in his usual fancy robes, but rather a simple pair of trousers with a loose white shirt. He gave you a smirk as you entered, noting the surprise on your face.

“Good evening, my dear Y/N.” Fëanor said innocently. “What took you so long? I was beginning to wonder if you got lost on your way to bed.”

After a few moments, your shock subsided. “What the fuck, Fëanor?” You snapped, not bothering with your usual polite greeting. “Why the fuck are you in my chambers? You can’t just walk in whenever-”

“Oh, but I can.” He interrupted, dismissing your outburst. “But that matters not. Perhaps now you will tell me more about your dream, little one.”

At this, you rolled your eyes, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind you. This time, Fëanor and his half-brother’s competitiveness had gone too far. “Seriously?” You said in an exasperated tone, your hands defiantly placed on your hips, all sense of embarrassment gone. “That’s what you came here to ask? Are you not capable of just dropping the subject?”

Before Fëanor could answer, a deep voice came from the darkest corner of the room. “I, too, would like to know about this dream.”

You practically jumped out of your skin. Out of the shadows emerged Fingolfin himself. But it was not the Fingolfin you had grown accustomed to seeing - the noble elf who always had a stoic expression on his chiseled face, consistently dressed in robes more elaborate than that of his brother’s. No, this Fingolfin was clad in similar attire to Fëanor, his toned chest showing behind the thin fabric. His dark brown hair was smooth, making you want to run your fingers through it. His eyes were even more silver than his brother’s, making contact with yours as he stepped closer to you.

“Okay….” You stuttered, beyond confused. “What the fuck is going on?”

Fëanor sighed dramatically, kicking his legs off the bed and standing up. The sons of Finwë walked towards you like predators stalking their prey. You felt your heart race, trying to step away only for your back to meet the wall behind you and you gulped. Simply seeing the princes like this was enough for all your sinful thoughts created by your dream to surface at the front of your mind. You pressed your legs together as they drew closer, stopping less than a foot away from you. 

“The thing is, my dear,” Fëanor said, reaching out and brushing your fingers against your wrist before slowly dragging them up the length of your arm. “I have come to the conclusion that the reason your head has been in the clouds all day is because of the dream you had last night. It only took one touch from me in the gardens this morning to figure out all I needed to know about it…”

“My brother tells me that you dreamed of the two of us.” Fingolfin said, his voice feigning innocence just as his brother’s had earlier today. “And what do you presume we did to our lovely Y/N in her dream, Fëanáro?”

Fëanor chuckled, his movements on your arm not ceasing. “I think we fucked her into oblivion.” His voice dropped an octave. “Is that correct, meldenya [my love]? Did you dream of being at our mercy as we worshipped that pretty body of yours?”

By this point, you could resist them no longer. All day you had been fighting the sensations and emotions that stemmed from your dream, but between Fëanor’s teasing touches and Fingolfin’s lust-filled gaze, you finally caved. 

“Yes.” You muttered meekly, face flushing with embarrassment. You felt arousal pool between your legs, and for a moment you hated yourself for reacting to the two noble elves so strongly when they had not really done much.

Fingolfin chuckled lowly, reaching up to cup your face with his left hand. “Do not be ashamed, my dear,” He soothed. “We only wish to give you what you desire.”

Fëanor leaned in, as he did earlier in the gardens, but this time his teeth gently grazed along the outside of your pointed ear. That sensation alone sent shockwaves through your body, every nerve in the sensitive area screaming that it was too much and not enough at the same time. “What is it exactly, darling, that your dream revealed your desires to be?” He murmured against your skin. “After all, we are generous elves — tell us exactly what you want, and you may have it. So, my dear, please do reveal exactly how that little dream of yours went down.”

Everything was spinning. Any sense of composure you had was  gone under their touches. Fingolfin’s left hand trailed down your neck, brushing against your breast before settling on your waist and giving it a firm squeeze. You sighed, allowing Fëanor to continue his ministrations along your ear as you let your head rest against the wooden door. The air felt hot, your clothes too tight - if you could only just slip your dress off…

Your thoughts were cut off but a sharp squeeze by that large hand at your waist. “Your prince asked you a question,” Fingolfin all but growled, his voice full of dominance and leaving no room for debate. It was akin to the tone you had heard him use when giving orders, only this one was dripping with heat. “Answer it, darling, before we take matters into our own hands.”

The image was tempting — to allow the two elves to make the choices for you, doing with you as they pleased. But then the reality of the situation set in: here you were, a common-born elf with no noble family, with two of the most desirable elves in Arda ready to comply with your every wish. They held such control, such respect everywhere else, except for at this moment in your bedroom. In this space, you made the decisions.

They were yours to command, to wield like a sword.

You smirked. “Well, in my dream you both took my clothes off and carried me to the bed,” You began, hearing Fëanor hum his approval. “You took turns tasting me, as if I was your last meal on Arda. I dreamed of you both on your knees, allowing me to get lost in the pleasure of your fingers and tongues. Then Fëanor took me from behind, while Fingolfin claimed my mouth.”

The words tumbled out of you like a river bursting free from a dam. So long had you contained your desires, but no longer. Evidently, your words had an effect on the two princes. Fëanor’s breathing had become more noticeable, his attention on your ear diverted to your neck in the soft spot beneath your jaw, making you see stars. Fingolfin’s right hand had come up to knead your right breast, his left hand migrating to your ass with a firmness and assurance that made your knees go weak.

“See?” Fëanor purred. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now let us take care of you, darling. Let us give you everything and more.”

You whined as he pulled away, but it was cut short as the two elves began working in tandem to remove your dress. Fëanor pulled your arms out of your sleeves with a shocking tenderness, while Fingolfin’s thick fingers worked at the laces on your back. Within seconds, your chest was left bare. Instinctively, your arms went to cover your breasts, but strong hands clamped down on your wrists.

“Now now, let’s not be shy,” Fëanor mockingly chastised. “Let us see you, princess.” Before you could even comprehend a response, your arms were back at your sides. You almost sighed with relief as you were free from the constricting top of your dress. But what happened next nearly made you climax on the spot.

Fëanor got to his knees, pulling your dress past your waist and down to your ankles along with your panties. Fëanor, son of High King Finwë, the Prince of the Noldor, was kneeling before you as if in worship. His grey-blue eyes, which normally were clouded like the sky of an oncoming storm, were clear and looking up at you — still arrogant, but with a newfound awe as they surveyed your figure. You stepped out of your dress, moment of awe cut short as Fingolfin, determined not to let his brother have all the attention, swept you up into his strong arms. 

He carried you over to your bed, placing you down on the mattress as if you were a piece of glass threatening to break under his strong arms. Almost immediately, he was on top of you, his muscular frame so close, but not close enough. Fingolfin leaned his head down as if to kiss you, but instead put his lips to your ear.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” His deep voice was like velvet, a silky fog wrapping around all your senses. “How many nights I have pictured you under me, those starlit eyes staring into mine as I enter you? How I have nearly dropped to my knees just to beg you for one taste of you? How I’ve pumped myself dry imagining those lips around my cock? My sweet Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“To us.” Came the other male’s voice. Fingolfin’s confessions had you reeling, to the point you had almost forgotten Fëanor was there. You turned your neck to the right, allowing the elf on top of you to press warm kisses down the left side of your neck, nipping and sucking as he went. In turning your head you were faced with Fëanor, who had discarded his shirt. His muscles looked like they were sculpted by Aulë himself, each one toned and defined in ways you didn’t know possible from countless hours spent in the forges. Parts of his loose hair hung over his shoulders, framing his angular face as he stared at you.

Naturally, the eldest son of Finwë almost preened at the lust-filled look you gave him. Under normal circumstances you would have mentally smacked yourself for so easily stroking the prince’s already inflated ego, but it mattered not in this moment. All you cared about was that he touch you with those strong, practised hands. You whined as Fingolfin’s teeth grazed a sensitive spot along the column of your throat before moving down to your collarbone, sucking and biting gently as he went. One of his large hands had come up to your breast, kneading the flesh and causing you to gasp. 

“You look so exquisite,” Fëanor purred as he approached the bed, looking down at your flushed form unabashedly. “Just laying there for us to ruin you. You are lucky Fingolfin is much gentler than I. He shall warm you up for me so I can make you scream loud enough for all of Arda to hear you.”

You yelped as Fingolfin harshly bit down on your nipple while boldly cupping between your legs with his free hand. “Do you think me unable to make her scream?” He growled, a dark glint in his eyes that sent chills through your body.

Fëanor smirked. “Not as well as I can.”

“Challenge accepted.” Fingolfin said boldly as he swiped a finger up your slit, collecting the ever-growing pool of wetness there. Your responsive noise was cut off as Fëanor’s large hand wrapped around your throat, his mouth swallowing your gasp and claiming your lips. He tasted like spiced wine and embers, encasing all your senses at once. The Prince groaned into your mouth, squeezing your throat harder. Your head spun between the dominance of Fëanor’s lips on yours and Fingolfin’s mouth slowly descending towards your core. 

“Watch it,” The younger elf growled, lifting his lips from your stomach. “You said we’d take turns.” 

Fëanor removed his lips from yours, rolling his eyes as he released your throat. “Get over it.” He said. “If you get to taste her pussy first, then I get to taste her mouth first. Fair is fair.”

Fingolfin huffed, but didn’t argue. With a new level of determination, he placed his lips back on your skin. You moaned, the sensation of his lips on your stomach making you tingle. The Prince’s hot breath fanned over your core, causing you to inhale sharply. “Ask me nicely.” He said, the closeness of his lips to your wetness making you squirm.

“What?” You mumbled, earning a chuckle from Fëanor, who had sat himself on the bed and was stroking your hair. Every so often, he tugged gently.

“I said, ask me nicely.” Fingolfin repeated, more sternly this time. The authority in his voice went straight between your legs, slick tracking down onto the soft sheets below.

Fëanor’s grip on your locks tightened as he chuckled again. “We’ve barely touched her and she’s already incoherent. Perhaps she cannot handle us and we should stop—“

“No!” You cried out, embarrassingly fast. 

Fingolfin rested his cheek on the inside of your thigh, and you peered down at him. The sight of the towering, noble elf on his knees with his chiselled face mere centimetres away from your pussy made you dizzy. You had fantasized about this moment more than you cared to admit, alternating between the two princes most of the time. “Well, my love, if you want me to taste your sweet pussy, you have to beg for it.” He said lowly.

You whined, pouting a bit. You were a proud elf, and begging was not your strong suit. Sensing your hesitation, Fingolfin smirked, and began snaking his way down the bed towards your feet. He grabbed your ankle and lifted your leg up, placing feather light kisses along the inside. Slowly as ever, the prince made his way down your leg, kissing and nipping as he went. Right before he met your core, he pulled away and repeated the pattern on your other leg, causing you to whine. 

“Poor thing.” Fëanor said in mock sympathy, stroking your face with his calloused fingers. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he bent down and whispered in your ear. “All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll throw him aside and show him how it’s done. You won’t need to beg, I’ll give you whatever you want, sweet thing.”

“Don’t listen to him.” Fingolfin said sternly, drawing your attention back to the elf between your legs. “Focus on me. Once you ask, I will be yours to command. All you must do is beg for it.”

“She won’t break.” Fëanor snorted impatiently, clearly waiting for his chance.

Fingolfin responded confidently. “Yes, she will.” Lazily, he lowered his head and dragged his tongue around the edges of your core, centimetres away from where you needed him most. You let out a shaky breath, toes curling as your eyes squeezed shut. It was torture — blissful, but excruciating torture. It wasn’t long before you felt your pride begin to crack, the tough facade you thought you had slowly crumbling.

“Please.” You mumbled, voice breathy and barely above a whisper.

The Prince smirked in satisfaction, kissing your mound lightly. “Please, what?”

“Please, Fingolfin,” You gasped, fighting the urge to clamp your legs around him and drag him closer. “Please use your tongue on my pussy. Please, my lord.”

Satisfied, Fingolfin finally lowered his mouth to your cunt, licking a bold stripe up your slut. You cried out, nearly in tears at the overwhelming pleasure as the prince began to skillfully devour you. Your hands quickly found themselves tangled in his hair, earning a heavenly groan from the male. He was taking his time with you, each movement confident and strong and eliciting an intense reaction. Your head spun, legs weak already with the pleasure Fingolfin was bringing you. 

“Open your eyes.” Fëanor’s strong hand tangled in your hair again, tilting your head down and forcing you to look down at the sight before you. “Is this what you dreamed of, darling? Being our little plaything, begging for us to make you feel better than any other male could? How many nights have those little fingers taken up residence between your legs as you imagine this very scene, trying to find relief but never quite scratching that itch?”

You garbled something of a response, but you weren’t even sure what. Fëanor growled, tightening his grip. “I asked you a question, pet. How many times have you touched yourself imagining this?”

“Many nights…” You managed to gasp, ensuring to keep your eyes on Fingolfin, who took your clit between his lips and sucked.

“Good girl.” Fëanor purred. “But I bet your fingers aren’t nearly as satisfying as our tongues, or our cocks, are they?”

“No.” You arched your back, feeling that tightening buildup inside your body as you approached your orgasm faster than you’d care to admit.

“Naturally.” Fëanor loosened his grip on your hair. “Now look at Arakáno as you cum on his face.”

You obeyed without thinking, letting yourself get lost in the pleasure as Fingolfin’s tongue tipped you over the edge, sending shockwaves through your entire body. Fingolfin moaned with you as you tugged on his dark locks, the animalistic sound echoing throughout the chamber as you rode out your climax.

Panting, you caught your breath as he pulled away, leaving your legs trembling. He climbed up your body, his massive form towering over yours as he leaned down and kissed you. You felt in a trance, body a trembling mess. You wondered how you would endure multiple rounds if you were this weak already.

You didn’t even realize how Fëanor had slunk down to take Fingolfin’s place until firm hands snaked under your thighs and gripped your hips firmly. Without a warning, he dove into your still sensitive pussy like a man starved, loud slurping noises filling the room. You cried out, trying to squirm away, but Fëanor’s grip was like iron and you couldn’t move. 

“That’s it, darling.” Fingolfin purred. “Let us hear you. Let the whole palace hear you.”

You no longer attempted to bite your lip and conceal your noises. Your moans sounded throughout the room as Fingolfin firmly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. You whimpered, almost completely immobile. You were overstimulated from your first orgasm, yet the older prince had no mercy on you as he continued to devour your wetness. While Fingolfin was like the water’s current, calculated and steady, his half brother was akin to a hurricane of fire. His movements were fast and unpatterned, designed to send you towards the edge as fast and as ruthlessly as possible. A single tear ran down your cheek as you pleaded — not even sure what you were pleading for.

“Ease up, Fëanor.” Fingolfin said sternly, noticing your tear.

The heir lifted his head for a moment and scoffed. “She can take it. Can’t you, pet?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yes, I can take it. Please, just don’t stop.”

“Thought so.” Fëanor smirked triumphantly before delving back between your legs, doubling his efforts. Two of his thick fingers found their way inside your tight walls, causing you to cry out even louder. Quickly, they found that spot deep inside you that made your entire body jolt.

You could practically see Fëanor’s ego inflate at your reaction, feeling the satisfied smirk of his lips on your clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. Your release approached at light speed within minutes, but just as you were about to fall over the edge, Fëanor pulled away.

“No!” You cried out pitifully, wanting to kick him in the face at your loss of an orgasm. Before you could protest further, those strong hands on your hips flipped you over onto stomach. Fëanor yanked your hips back so you were up on your knees, and Fingolfin released your wrists, allowing you to push yourself up onto your hands. 

“Are you going to take our cocks like a good little slut?” Fëanor cooed, unlacing his breeches and pulling them off. Fingolfin had also begun removing his shirt, letting the fabric fall to the floor to reveal his toned body. Your mouth watered as he began removing his breeches, his large cock springing free. He smirked with pride as you drank in the sight of him, giving himself a firm stroke as he walked towards the edge of the bed.

You gasped as Fëanor pressed his thick cock into you, rutting back and forth and caressing your ass with skilled hands. “We’re going to stuff both ends of you, pet. I’m going to fill that tight pussy of yours with my cum, and you’re going to take every drop of it with pride Understood?”

You nodded, pressing your ass eagerly into Fëanor’s cock. He chuckled, slapping your ass one last time before pressing the head into you. You moaned at the stretch, forcing yourself to relax as the Prince slid himself into you with surprising slowness. “Gods above,” Fëanor groaned behind you. “You feel incredible. Even better than I imagined.”

Your toes curled at the thought of the Prince fantasizing about this moment just like you did. Your thoughts were interrupted as Fingolfin brought his cock to your lips, gently tracing them with the head. “Open.” He commanded, gently but sternly. 

You obliged without thinking, body responding to his orders on its own. Eagerly, your jaw stretched to wrap your lips around him, sucking gently. Fingolfin sighed deeply, the noise sending pleasure down your spin. You inhaled through your nose, opening your throat as best you could to accommodate his massive size.

“Good girl,” Fingolfin praised as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. It was a sight that took your breath away — the noble prince with his head tilted back and eyes fluttered shut in bliss at how you made him feel. “Look at you, taking me in that smart mouth of yours so well. It’s like you were made for this, weren’t you?”

Fëanor grunted, beginning to move his hips and thrust in and out of you. He swore, picking up the pace. Fingolfin did the same, gently fucking your face. You were in heaven, the two elven princes filling you up as they found a rhythm that made you see stars. Your body jostled between them like a rag doll, your arms fighting to keep yourself upright as they increased the pace.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex as they mercilessly pounded into you for what felt like hours. Tears spilled down your throat as you gagged on Fingolfin’s cock, taking breaths through your nose whenever you could. Fëanor gripped your hips so tightly you knew there would be colourful bruises the next day — bruises you would be proud to stare at in the mirror.

Your body crescendoed to the release you were denied earlier, beginning to shake as you approached it fast. You began to clench around Fëanor’s cock, and he moaned. “That’s it, pet.” He growled, ploughing into your cunt. “Cum all over my cock like the slut you are. Fucking take it.”

You whimpered, screaming around Fingolfin’s cock as one of Fëanor’s hands reached down between your legs and firmly rubbed your clit. That was all it took for you to explode, shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm took over. You saw white, Fingolfin letting out a loud groan as the vibrations from your noises consumed his cock. Fëanor moaned fiercely, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you. 

Fingolfin followed a few minutes later, and you eagerly swallowed every drop he spurted down your throat. Your jaw ached and every bone in your body was spent, but you were in heaven. A thin sheen of sweat covered the Princes, their long hair clinging to their muscles as they panted. You collapsed as they pulled out of you, landing on the soft bed as you caught your breath. Wordlessly, the princes began to tend to you. Fingolfin grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand and gently brought it to your lips, smoothing your hair as he did so. Fëanor brought forth a damp cloth, gently wiping you down. They murmured gentle praises, and you basked in the glow of their attention. They settled you under the sheets, each prince taking up residence beside you and caressing your body.

“So…” Fëanor hummed as you began to drift off into sleep. “Who won?”

Fingolfin’s quiet but stern scold was all you heard before you let yourself slip into unconsciousness. 

#feanor #fingolfin #feanor x reader #fingolfin x reader #feanor smut #fingolfin smut #tolkien #the silmarillion #the silmarillion x reader #middle earth #jrr tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #middle earth smut #elves #noldor

[animatorweirdo]

Feanor, Fingolfin and Finarfin as horses

Requested by Anon

hopefully I made it in time and it's not considered to hectic to be fulfilled. congratulations on achieving 500 followers btw 🎉🎊🥳. we should go out an eat pizza!!

I'd like to request a continuation to the Silm horse AU that you were doing (I really enjoyed them). I noticed you spoke about the heads (feanor, fingolfin and finarfin) but didn't actually write for.them. so I was wondering if you'd be will to make a few headcanons like how you did it for the others with reader caring for them on the farm. Thanks btw

Warnings: mentions of horses being dramatic, Feanor being moody, reader not being a willing caregiver, mentions of horse passing, reader obviously having a favorite.

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- You were one of the famed horseriders. You were praised for your talent in dressage and your beloved Finarfin, who was considered one of the most beautiful white horses in the world.  

- You enjoyed what you were doing, but after traveling around the world on tours and winning competitions. You have decided to take a break with Finarfin and return to one of the horse stables, Tirion. 

- It was a homely place where you had spent most of your childhood and met Finarfin when he was a foal. 

- It was a fond memory. You were 14 or 15 years old at the time and wandered to one of the pastures, where you saw Finarfin for the first time, running around his mother and having the cutest whine. 

- When he saw you, he ran up to you, and you did not know what it was, but the next thing you knew, you were in love and playing with him. It was like an invisible bond was born between you when you locked eyes, and you started nagging your parents to take you to Tirion so you could see him most of the time. 

- Technically, you were breaking the rules since he was not yours, and your parents would have to pay a lot of money if they wanted to buy him, but when Manwe, Finarfin’s mother’s owner, caught you playing with Finarfin, he wasn’t angry at all. On the contrary, he had a feeling what you had been doing but couldn’t bring himself to separate you two since you two had an adorable bond. 

- And for your passion for riding and love for Finarfin, Manwe struct you a little deal. He told you if you managed to train Finarfin on the saddle and win three competitions in your choice of horse riding, he would pass the legal ownership to you. Since Finarfin was just a little extra, he could do that for you. 

- You were so excited that you started working tiredly to improve your riding skills and then started saddle training Finarfin when he was old enough. It was rough work to get him to wear the saddle, but you succeeded and then started learning dressage and competing in competitions. 

- Due to your determination and hard work, you managed to win gold three times in a row, crushing your competition and fulfilling the end of your deal with Manwe. 

- The man only laughed, admiring your determination, and then Finarfin was finally legally yours. 

- It was such a happy day, and your family threw a party when they learned you actually managed to fulfill the deal and became a horse owner. 

- You and Finarfin had been inseparable ever since.

- You experienced a lot of things together as you continued riding. You were there when he met the mare Earwen and became absolutely enamored with her. You were there when each of his kids was born and watched how doting he was toward them. It was adorable. 

- You were certain Finarfin would be happy to come back to Tirion and be with his wife. You simply adored how sweet he was toward her. They were a real married horse couple. 

- However, when you finally arrived in Tirion, two of your friends came to greet you. You caught up and shared some news, but then they asked if you could watch over their horses since they needed to go away for some time. 

- You first refused since their horses were Feanor and Fingolfin. You tolerated the latter, but there was no way you could handle Feanor. 

- Your friends begged you as they couldn't find anyone else to take the job. For some reason, Tirion was currently short on horse caregivers. When you heard that, you relented and agreed since you didn’t like leaving them in trouble. 

- They nearly cried and hugged you in gratitude. They gave you the worksheets and instructions on handling their horses and then scurried off to god knows where. 

- You could only hug Finarfin in despair and regret for accepting. 

- So much for having a vacation.

Finarfin

- Finarfin, your sweet white stallion with a golden mane and a golden heart. He had never been a troublemaker for you. He's friendly with people, sweet toward other horses, and doesn't shy away from many things.

- He's one of the most perfect horses in the world—to you, he was perfect, and you do not care for others' opinions about it. 

- And you treat him as such. You always make sure he eats well and has something to do so he doesn't get bored, and use warm water during bath times because even you don't like the feeling of cold water against your skin. 

- The only troublesome thing about him is when you try to get some fly repellent on him. He doesn't like the smell, but unfortunately, he attracts a lot of flies and mosquitos to himself. You always ensure to give him a treat after that. 

- Since he's specialized in dressage, you mostly do basic exercises together, but sometimes jump and ride through the woods to break a real sweat.

- He likes spending time in the pasture with Earwen, and you always take cute videos of them together. 

- Sometimes, you two spend time together in the pasture, lying on the grass while you read a book and have petting sessions, where he enjoys when you give him a good scratch on the right spot. 

- He has a peculiar relationship with his brothers. He’s very playful with Fingolfin and would follow him around sometimes. However, he tends to avoid Feanor. It was perhaps out of fear since Feanor was rather temperamental toward them. 

- Finarfin would be your source of comfort whenever you feel down or stressed after dealing with his brothers, letting you hug him and rub your back in comfort. 

- You might have hidden in his stall a couple of times to avoid his brother’s owners or just to avoid reality. 

+100/10 Best horse. Your precious boy will always be the number one in your heart. You do not like the drama his brothers cause, but at least he’s there, so you manage to endure it all. 

Fingolfin

- Fingolfin was a large black stallion with a diamond-shaped marking on his forehead. He's calm and a friendly horse, so you don't have problems with him. You would have been more than happy to look after him if Feanor was not added to the list. 

- You usually let him run free in the riding field and the pasture to release the extra energy he has after being scooped up in his stall for so long. He sometimes plays with Finarfin, which you find cute, and Finarfin follows him around like a follower.

- But when it comes to Feanor, Fingolfin turns rather melodramatic, attempting to interact with the other stallion and failing to grasp the hint when the latter makes it painfully obvious that they don’t like him in the slightest.

- You don't know what it is, but you've had to keep them in separate pastures to ensure the idiot doesn't end up with a hoof to the face.

- You don’t know much about racehorses, but when your friend offered you to let you ride him once, you got curious and accepted. You wanted to know what it was like, and oh boy, you were stunned by the speed when you galloped together through the usual forest path. 

- It was also terrifying, and Fingolfin still had energy when you were done, so you just let him run free in the riding field to let it out. 

- You decided you would never try riding racehorses ever again. The speed was just too much for you. 

- Luckily, Fingolfin was easy to brush and wash, but one time, you forgot to turn the water to a warmer temperature, and he freaked out when the cold water hit his coat. You were lucky to avoid getting hit by the hoof when he neighed and nearly kicked you. 

- Apparently, he has a severe beef with cold water. The incident nearly gave you a heart attack, so you now remember to ensure the water is warm when it comes to bath times. 

- He did feel guilty, so you got over it rather quickly. 

- Fingolfin was pretty calm around his wife. He turns less dramatic even around Feanor, and you sometimes see him care for his mare. 

- It was adorable, so you sometimes take a video of them together and send them to his owner, who would gush about it for a week. 

10 /10 You grew to like him in a way. He wasn’t challenging, but you would appreciate it if he would finally get it in his head that Feanor did not want to be his friend or even look at him. 

Feanor

- Feanor was a black stallion with a peculiar star-shaped marking on his forehead. He's a relatively very gorgeous horse, but in personality, he is proud, and you are terrified of him. 

- He doesn't get along with his brothers, most likely because they came from a different mother. You heard that his mother tragically passed away when he was born, which is sad and likely the reason he refused another mare as his mother. He had to be fed with formulas and personally cared for by people until he reached adolescence and didn't require as much care anymore.

- He was a famous racehorse and considered one of the fastest horses in the world. He only tolerates your friend, his owner, so you prefer just brushing him, feeding him, and letting him run freely in the pasture and field to release his energy.

- He doesn't show much attitude, except when you brush him in the wrong spot or give him the wrong amount of food. 

- He refuses to interact with his brothers, chases Fingolfin away, and sometimes seeks a fight. You made sure to never put him in the same pasture as Finarfin. You're not letting that beast hurt your precious boy. 

- Your friend told you that he's very energetic and needs a lot of exercise, but you refuse to ride him or do anything else, so the best thing you can do is let him run free in the field or have others exercise him.

- He's surprisingly calmer around a red-colored mare named Nerdanel. He’s pretty sweet toward her and even tolerates other horses when she’s around him. 

- It was pretty surprising because he’s such a snob toward others. You didn’t mind it, but you never thought he and both of his brothers were such gentlemen toward their ladies. 

- You had heard the two were close and had seven foals together. It wasn’t even intended to make that many; the two just liked each other that much. Nerdanel’s owner wanted to keep them separate after her sixth birth, which ended up having twins. They wouldn't have been against making more foals, but they started to get concerned over Nerdanel’s health and the potential consequences if the two were allowed to mingle more. 

- But, they were allowed to be near each other. They just needed a fence in between with only certain exceptions being in the same pasture under supervision. 

- 9 / 10 You don't like him much. He causes you stress when he interacts with other horses with that pissy mood of his. However, he was not as bad as you thought. He at least makes caring for him easy. You do want to know how your friend manages him.

#finarfin x reader #fingolfin x reader #feanor x reader #horse au #silmarillion x reader #silm fic #middle earth imagines #middle earth x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #finarfin headcanon #fingolfin headcanon #feanor headcanon #silmarillion imagines

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hello M! So excited you've opened up kinktober requests! Sending you a request for Fingolfin x afab reader for the impact play (spanking) kink - thank you!!

Here you go!

"New source of pleasure"

Pairing: Fingolfin x Fem. Reader (Elf/second person POV) | Location:  Tirion upon Túna

Themes: Smut 

Warnings:  Spanking | Kissing | Explicit language | Dirty talk | Rough sex | Penetrative sex | Cream pie

Word count: 889

Summary: Fingolfin is asked to do something he had never done before. 

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

The plea was a shock for him to hear. 

Fingolfin, ever the consummate and gentle lover, was stunned by what was asked of him. 

"Mark me," was the desperate request. "Mark me with the flat of your hand."

He had never heard of pain being used to bring about pleasure. He thought it was wrong and wanted to refuse. Inflicting pain went against his nature. Still, it was what his love desired. For your sake, he swore to try at least, no matter how strange it was for him. 

The first strike was against your thigh. It was more than a little tremulous. Fingolfin did not want to go too far, to forget his own strength, or to hurt you. Yet, it was not enough. You urged him to strike harder. Please, you entreated. Please, please, please.

Fingolfin yielded again. This time, he did strike with a little more force. You writhed beneath him. Moaned in pleasure. His own breath quickened. 

What is this new source of pleasure I have discovered? Now he was truly curious. He struck your thigh a third time, harder than ever before. His name spilled free like a half-whispered chant. He moved and sought your lips—the welcomed warmth of your mouth. Hands that he would recognize even when blind moved to cup his arse, pushing him in even deeper. Fingolfin laughed breathlessly. 

"Are you that desperate for my cock?" 

"For all of you, my lord. For all that you are willing to give. The pain and pleasure both."

"Is that so?" Fingolfin, having shed his fears, struck your thigh once more, and watched. The pleasure that flashed in your eyes, the lust and the need, were wondrous to see. "Then please, allow me to grant you all you seek, my love."

Oh, he granted you all that you wished for and so much more. Fingolfin did not hold back, not even for a little bit. It was as if a wildness crept up on him; he allowed himself to be ensnared in its grip. His kisses were dark and damning, his embraces rough and bruising. He rose to his knees and took you with him. 

Smack. 

You see stars. It was not enough. "More," you say. For Fingolfin, your wish was his command. 

Smack. 

Now it was the soft flesh of your back. It was electrifying, and fed the flames that sprang to life. 

"More." This time it was a plea, wanton, and shameless. Fingolfin indulged you again. And again. And again. You took his face into your hands and kissed him. The sweetness of your lips and your tongue roused him. 

Smack. 

Your moan was thick with desire. You moved to meet his thrusts, your nerves already aflame. Fingolfin tore free of your kiss, only to dip his head and latch onto your breast. He suckled greedily, unleashing a fresh wave of ecstasy. The nails that dug into his shoulders were not even felt. 

"M-my l-lord." This was a surprise, and a most welcomed one at that. Fingolfin drew back, his cornflower eyes now dark and hazy, even in the light of nearby candles. 

"More?" 

"Please."

Your lips met his in another feverish kiss. Fingolfin plunged deep, and hard. 

Smack. The soft squeal that followed was rewarded with yet another slap that was so swift and sharp that it reduced your bones to water. It was dizzying, left you helpless and weak before the fiery wave that rose to claim you and dragged you to unfathomable depths. Your entire body pulsed, fueled by a need to be taken completely. 

"Do not stop," you heard yourself say. 

Fingolfin neither stopped nor faltered. He opened his eyes, inviting you to drown in a sea of the richest blue. They were dazzling, those eyes of his. You could not get enough of them. 

Smack. Your body tensed like a string that had been pulled taut. With just the right tug, it would snap completely. Fingolfin's hands were smooth, gliding over your body like water before leaving the mark you had hungered for. 

Smack. You jolted, your pulse quickening with each gasp. Fingolfin pulled you even closer; his arms were like steel. You drank in the stunning expressions that flashed in his eyes, the hunger hidden within their depths. It was all too much. The tension within snapped in a violent frenzy that consumed you. You shook, arched your back. His name now comes out like a sob. It shattered him. Fingolfin drove up and drove fast, his lips parting in a deep, guttural cry. With one last flash of need, he spilled his seed within you. 

Everything was a glorious haze. Fingolfin was the first to open his eyes and clear his head. He took in the bruises that had begun to form. In another time, perhaps, he would have been ashamed of such conduct and for using his strength to inflict any kind of pain. For the present, however, he felt no such shame, only pride, for being able to make you feel such intense pleasure. 

"Was it how you imagined it would be?" he probed, his eyes filled with worry. 

"All that I could have dreamed of and more," you vow. "And perhaps we could do it again the next time?"

Fingolfin blushed. "Yes," he promised eagerly. "we will do it again the next time."

#fingolfin #Fingolfin smut #Fingolfin imagine #Fingolfin x reader #x reader #reader insert #reader insert request #the silm #the silm imagine #the silm smut #the silmarillion #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[lovefairymina]

Fingolfin, where do I go from here? There's so many voices telling me to pick one path or the other when I don't even know what to do with my future yet! Do you have any advice, melda?

“Shut the voices out and distance yourself from those who provide nothing but confusion and worry. This is your path in life to walk, advice is wonderous to have, but it opinionated. Find your own answer and be steadfast about it. Stand firm and assertive. Seek help if lost, but never forget where you stand and be easily led astray.” He walked past you and patted your head with a proud smile on his face. “You have this; I believe in you.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {fingolfin} #silm imagines #fingolfin #fingolfin x reader #fingolfin x you #fingolfin imagine #house of fingolfin #nolofinwe #ñolofinwë #nolofinweans #finweans #house of finwe #sons of finwe #aracáno #aracano #middle earth imagine

[theelvenhaven]

Post Party Confessions

Part 1

Request: Im so happy & excited to see your requests are open. May i please request a Fingolfin x Reader fic confessing his feelings after a party due to being intoxicated. Oh and reader is friends with Feanor and finding out Feanor’s reaction.

A/N: I’m so glad that you were so happy when requests were open <3. But I was happy to do this request for you! Your request was so long and detailed I really hope you don’t mind that I changed the way your request was worded. It gave away SO much lol I wanted to keep an air of mystery to the story without giving it all away. I hope you don’t mind.

Fingolfin x Reader

2.3k words

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His mind hadn’t stopped wandering through the whole event as he boredly socialized and mingled with the other elves of upper society. Drinking steadily to try and help take some of the edge off of his nerves that still happened on occasion for these events. Though he didn’t let it outwardly show.

Ñolofinwë was also doing his damnedest to avoid his elder brother, not wanting to somehow reveal what had occupied his mind for the whole evening. With as warm and tingly as he was feeling, Ñolofinwë knew he was intoxicated, certainly it would be easier for Fëanaro to get it out of him.

Yet his mind continued to trail to you now that he sat at the table, wondering what it was you were doing for the evening… If you were still in the libraries where you worked or if you were off in the gardens taking the time to relax from being bent over the books you loved so much. He felt his heart stutter in his chest as he recalled the last time he saw you doing so… The way your lashes caressed your cheek as you looked down, how Laurelin’s light made you glow heavenly as the golden rays streamed in through a stained glass window. 

Your robes had been neat and orderly, hugging your figure in all the right places… Ñolofinwë felt the heat of a blush rise to his face at the idea of where his thoughts had begun to trail off too. It was foolish to consider you as a partner considering that his brother would protest immensely. You were his friend after all, and it was selfish of him to want you when it was clear his brother wanted nothing to do with him. 

But in all the time that he had spent in getting to know you, Ñolofinwë’s heart ached to be with you. He should end his friendship with you and work on staving off these feelings, so you didn’t get embroiled in the brotherly feud. As would that be your fate should you ever reciprocate his feelings. 

Yet aimlessly as the festival was beginning to come to its end Ñolofinwë stood from his seat deciding to take his leave finally. Though no one stopped him, seeing as he was entirely too intoxicated to stay for anything else. His mind was still so focused on you as he continued to walk through the winding and twisting halls of the palace that he had hardly noticed when he ended up at the doors to the library. 

Pushing them open and looking around the room before he registered what it was he had done. But since he was here now there could be no harm in looking for you to keep company right? Quietly he walked passed the many aisles of book shelves, looking down each one of them seeing no sign of you. Not even at the rows of tables and desks, before he let his currently sensitive feelings be so crushed that he hadn’t seen you, Ñolofinwë made his way out towards the gardens. 

Pushing again on another set of doors, and carefully trying to walk down the stairs as the world began to sway and spin slightly. Making Ñolofinwë mutter out soft curses in frustration as he was trying his best to appear composed and put together. 

Perhaps this was indeed a bad idea… But it was too late as when Ñolofinwë looked up from the ground- as he had finally made it to the bottom of the stairs- you were walking from around a tall hedge. Dressed in more leisurely and comfortable clothes… Yet it certainly didn’t detract from your beauty, leaving Ñolofinwë awestruck. 

“Ñolofinwë? What are you doing here? I thought you had a festival you were attending?” You smiled at him, making his heart stutter in his chest at the sight of it. Oh sweet merciful Eru was he hopelessly head over heels for you. 

“Y/N…” He greeted, slurring out and he watched the way you seemed to smile wider, raising your brows. You had never ever seen the Prince out of sorts before, nor had you known him to let himself get in such a manner before. 

“Nolofinwe are you drunk?” You teased lightly as you stopped just short of him craning your neck up to look up at him as you folded your arms over your chest. Your smile was absolutely mesmerizing and he couldn’t get enough of how you directed it at him. Ñolofinwë felt the heat of a blush rise to his face again at your teasing but he cleared his throat, pulling some on the collar of his shirt at your question.  

“I am indeed… intoxicated.” Ñolofinwë said, choosing his words carefully in how to present himself to you, and you chuckled softly at his words. The sound was positively heavenly and Ñolofinwë most certainly wanted to hear you laugh again, though not at the expense of his dignity. 

“Will you walk with me? Since you are here I would very much enjoy the company.” You offered, seeing the way his eyes seemed to sparkle at your request as his blue eyes trained on you. You watched a slight smile began to pull at his lips, before you watched him move to offer his arm to you. 

“I would be more than happy too.” Still his words came out in a slur as he spoke quickly, but you only shot him a grin moving to slip your hand in the crook of his elbow. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Ñolofinwë hadn’t ever offered you such an honor before, but you weren’t about to question it and turn it down. Though you were curious as to why it was he was out here. Was he looking for you?

Gently you began to pull him along back into the privacy of the hedges where you were free from the few curious eyes of other librarians that had been watching the interaction through the windows. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you for a moment with only the sound of rustling grass beneath your feet and chirping crickets to fill the silence. 

“Ñolofinwë?” You said in a gentle tone, garnering him to look over at you, and as you looked up… You could see something akin to adoration in his eyes. But you couldn’t imagine that the Prince would direct such a stare at you, surely his mind was elsewhere… He was intoxicated after all. 

“Yes, Y/N?” He said eagerly, making you let out a breath of amusement at how quick he was to answer you. 

“Did you come out here in search of me? Or were you hoping for some alone time and I have intruded upon it?” You asked him curiously, feeling a nervousness well in the pit of your stomach. Ñolofinwë loved the libraries and liked to spend his alone time out here in the gardens. You only wondered if you forced him into your company, seeing that he was intoxicated and perhaps pliable to give into your whims. 

For a moment the Prince thought on your words and what he might say as he brought you along to one of the fountains that was situated out here. But slowly he began to shake his head at your words, 

“No you didn’t intrude on my alone time. In truth… I was looking for you.” Ñolofinwë confessed, feeling emboldened with you on his arm. To hell with whatever his brother thought of his relationship with you! 

You couldn’t help but blink some in surprise at what he was saying. You certainly didn’t expect for Ñolofinwë to seek out your company beyond what was normal when he came to the libraries during the day. He could clearly see the shocked expression on your face as he brought you both to a halt before the fountain, that glittered brilliantly from the silver light of Telperion. 

“You were looking for me?” You asked him with some confusion on your face. When Ñolofinwë pulled his arm away from you, you expected him to walk away from you in full. But he only turned to face you, and you watched him curiously. Admiring him in the gentle glow of Telperion’s light as a silver halo surrounded him, his dark hair pulled back and away from his face with a circlet of silver sitting atop his head. 

His blue robes and silver tunic made his beautiful blue eyes shine brighter than they already did. You noticed though in those blue eyes the hint of admiration that found his face again, and how boldly a hand reached up to gently brush against your face. Not even second guessing himself as he did it, you felt your face burn hot at the sudden affections he gave you. Your heart pounding heavily in your chest. 

“Yes… In all honesty, I have not been able to stop thinking about you all night.” He slurred, trailing his hand gently from your temple down to your jaw where he cupped it affectionately. You could hardly resist leaning your face into his hand, it was warm and soft. Ñolofinwë’s thumb gently stroking your cheek, as you peered up at him you could see the slight smile that pulled at his lips to see you react to his affections positively. Little did you know you were only emboldening him to press forward. 

“I’ve longed all night to be in your company, Y/N. Seeing you every day in these libraries and spending time with you just here simply isn’t enough for me anymore.” You swallowed thickly at his slurring and trailing confessions, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. With every word you spoke you felt butterflies well in your stomach, excitement fluttering in the mix. Happiness and joy blooming in your chest and even now when you thought he was done Ñolofinwë only continued. 

“In all honesty, Y/N I am hopelessly in love with you.” You couldn’t help but look up at him completely shocked by what he had confessed to you. Prince Ñolofinwë was in love with you!? You simply couldn’t believe it, he was drunk and just making drunken statements. There was no way that he was. 

When you began to shake your head, it was then Ñolofinwë began to frown at your reaction. He had expected a more excited one seeing as you were so open to his physical affections. 

“No… You are just saying that. You are drunk and you won’t remember it in the morning.” You countered quickly in an effort to protect yourself as you didn’t want your hopes to get too carried away by what he had told you. But you watched as Ñolofinwë began to shake his head at your words in turn, jostling some of his beautiful dark hair. 

“I might be intoxicated, but I speak the truth Y/N.” Ñolofinwë slurred out to you, and he watched you curl your lips in for a moment as you stared up at him. Wanting to believe what it was he was telling you, but you feared he didn’t mean it. 

“I promise you I mean it, Y/N. I don’t care that you’re my brother's friend, or that you aren’t of high status. You are all that I want.” He breathed out to you, panicking internally that he had done something wrong by telling you. Oh sweet stars, what if you didn’t feel the same way and this was your kind way of rejecting him? He blushed realizing the possible mistake that he made, Ñolofinwë had been so caught up in his drunken state he hadn’t realized he might be forcing this on you.

“Oh.. I see. I apologize, Y/N. I hadn’t meant to force my feelings on you. Perhaps I should go.” Ñolofinwë began moving to pull his hand away from your face, yet he felt your hand grab his free one that was down by his side. It made him freeze in his spot and you could see the hopeful look in his eyes as he watched to see what you might say. 

“Ñolo… I love you too, but I am anxious that you don’t mean it.” You whispered to him honestly, staring up at him with some concern. You watched as Ñolofinwë seemed to find some relief at your honesty, before he leaned in to press his forehead against yours. His shoulders slacking in his relief. His heart was so full of joy and happiness to hear that you felt the same way he did! All this time of tiptoeing around it, in an effort to be careful and not give himself away and you had felt the same way this whole time. 

“I am relieved… I love you Y/N… Court me… Please?” It came out in a slurred stutter, his nervousness catching up to his boldness. He had envisioned this going much different, being more suave and confident to sweep you off your feet. But currently pictured if he attempted to even so much as lift you, you’d both be careening into the ground as at the motion of leaning forward the world grew dizzy again. 

You couldn’t help but smile hearing the nervousness and gentleness that was in his voice as he spoke to you. You brought your own hand up to cup his face, smelling his cologne and the wine that came off of him. Before you nodded softly.

“I would be more than happy to court you Ñolo…” You whispered to him, feeling him slowly dip his head in for a soft and chaste kiss. You pressed your lips to his, both of you lingering for a long moment before he broke it off. You were grateful despite his looser inhibitions that he was still sound of mind to not take anything too far. 

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[edensrose]

For the event, can I request a scenario based on this prompt - reader likes both (character a) and (character b) but they now demand a decision from reader. With Feanor and Fingolfin (if you write for him) - reader chooses Feanor.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 1k event: love triangle

ʚ pairing : fëanor / reader / fingolfin

ʚ cw : light angst

ʚ note : I don't write for fingolfin BUT I will make an exception because I really liked this concept ~ hope you like it!

A hand slams itself on the wall beside your head and forces a yelp from your lips. Your eyes quickly dart up to meet an azure shade, now misty and brewing with irritation, so much so that it prompts you to flinch and curl your body inwards as if wishing for the wall to swallow you whole. 

“I grow tired of these games.’’ “M-My lord -”

“Fëanor.’’ 

Grunting, the elf in question sends a glare that practically rivals Mandos’ stern gaze as he stares the other down. “Do not interfere, lest you wish for me to strike you right where you stand,’’ you just so manage to glance over Fëanor’s arm that cages you between his staggering figure and the block of stone, it is then that you catch sight of an unfazed countenance. 

“Fëanor, that is enough. Must you be so brazen? You are frightening the poor thing.’’ Similar in comparison to his brother’s yet softer, a pair of crystal-like irises find your own in an apologetic manner. You nearly sigh in relief yet it catches in your throat the second Fëanor’s harsh look alternates to you instead. “Are you afraid?” Dripping with annoyance yet with an almost-concerned undertone, he questions. 

He hesitantly withdraws at the subtle nod of your head and exhales in an attempt to vent his frustration. “You will never receive an answer should you behave so brash.’’ “No one asked you. She was about to speak until you decided to interrupt.’’ “Be gentle with her.’’ Fingolfin’s voice wavers only slightly at the stubbornness displayed but eases his shoulders once more when he disregards his brother in favour of looking upon you; a gentle expression returns. For a moment you presume you are safe and begin your subtle inching away from the wall and hopefully the two elves. Another day dodging the fateful question, another day left for you to deci - 

“Y/N. I would appreciate it if you remained present.’’ 

For Valar’s sake!

“Feanor holds some truth. We require an answer.’’ He steps closer and finds position beside his brother who grunts and ensures there is a decent gap between them, which Fingolfin blatantly ignores. “At least he agrees,’’ the eldest mutters and before long there are two pairs of oh so similar yet ever-as contrasting eyes meeting your gaze, expectant, firm - there was no getting out of it this time. 

“B-But. . .’’ 

“No more of that.’’ “This has been going on for decades.’’ 

You pull your lip between your teeth and threaten to tear into the soft flesh. Fëanor was right, this had been dragging on for long enough, This game of cat and mouse, will-they won’t-they and indecisiveness. It was nearing half a century since you first laid eyes on them and this rivalry to win your heart ensued. Much to your surprise their efforts had elicited a flurry of inconceivable emotions and now, somehow, your heart beats for both of them. One would consider it taboo, to fall in love with two ellons, let alone two brothers! And yet here you were, trapped by those two very men who eagerly awaited your answer. For you to choose.

How could you? 

If it had been such strife from the beginning how could you possibly make a decision now? When you were cornered and nearly crushed by the immense pressure weighing over your head and shoulders. 

On one hand, there was Fingolfin: wise, strong and kind-hearted. With irises that shimmered like the lake of Lorellin and a smile that set off a plethora of butterflies within your stomach. Then was Fëanor: diligent, blessed in every aspect of body and mind, his passion and vigour left you breathless. 

How could you possibly choose one? When it was obvious that your very soul yearned for both. 

Sighting your anxiety and uncertainty, Fingolfin takes a step towards you despite the other’s dismay and gently takes your hand into his warm, tender hold. “Whatever your decision may be — I will respect it, my lady.’’ Gentle lips find your temple and in an instant the tension releases around your heart. “Right, Fëanor?” He doesn’t bother glancing back as Fëanor, with furrowed eyebrows, eventually draws a sigh and nods his head. “As much as I would be disappointed beyond compare should you choose the Noldor half-breed -” he halts, taking your troubled features into consideration. “I will respect your decision.’’ 

You were grateful, even if the serenity was for but a moment before your chest tightened once more. With that assurance in mind you knew that the decision would not weigh too heavily on your mind; even if it would sting to have to let one of them go. 

Alas, it would have to be done. There was no universe in which you could lead both of them on and hope to remain as such — it was far from fair on either of them. 

It was now or never. The drumming of your heart was felt within your eardrums and you were certainly heard by the two of them. Bated breath, trembling hands. Was it time? Was it finally time? You could lead them on no longer. This had to be done. It was for the best. Perhaps then this guilty nibble at your insides would finally cease.

So, with a deep breath, you shut your eyes and repeated their names through your head like a broken record, a fateful prayer. Fëanor. . . Fingolfin. Fëanor, Fingolfin, Fëanor, Fingolfin, Fingolfin,

Fëanor, Fingolfin,

Fëanor, Fëanor

Fingolfin —

“Fëanor,’’ you murmur. “I choose Fëanor.’’ 

There’s a squeeze around your hands, gentle, lingering, as if hesitant to let you go. Before the warmth altogether leaves your skin and the shadow cast over you feels smaller. It takes all your courage to crack open your eyes and when you do you wish you had kept them shut — for azure pools that stared back at you brimmed with an unwavering solemn and a heartbroken countenance. 

Fingolfin notices the constriction of your pupils and pushes a bittersweet smile to his lips, bringing his hand to caress your face one last time before finally. Painfully. Letting you go and taking a step to the side. 

It is then that you finally catch a glimpse of Fëanor’s face. Dripping with pride and an evident smirk plastered upon him. In two simple strides he now replaces the position of his brother and warmth encases your hand once more; far different to Fingolfin’s yet equally as welcomed. “Well, I suppose that settles it.’’ He brings your knuckles to his lips, free arm looped around your waist as he locks eyes. 

“You are finally mine. My lovely bride to be.’’ 

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[onthesandsofdreams]

6SS: Fingolfin x Reader: Court

You stared at the elf in front of you as if he had lost his mind, his words came as if from far away, all you could hear was the rushing of blood in your ears, “What?”

Fingolfin was serious, much more than you had seen him in a very long time, “I said, that if you would allow me to court you?”

Your heart thundered in your chest, your hands felt clammy, “What about Anairë?”

Fingolfin gave you a rueful smile, “She has broken our vows, said her faith in me was beyond repair; there is no coming back, no getting back together again – and before you ask, our children know and they have given their blessing for me to remarry.”

You swallowed the knot in your throat, this was something you had wanted since you had met Fingolfin in Beleriand, and now that your wish was at hand, you felt scared, “If you’re certain, I would be honored.”

“I am,” Fingolfin smiled.

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[witchofhimring]

To you who is lost

Chapter 1: Duty is the death of love

Chapter synopsis: Your husband leaves for despair and death. Left behinde, you are left at the mercy of others.

Warnings: Angst, abandonment, crying, pregnancy

Note: Usually I save notes for the end but this time I will also put some at the beginning. I am using their Quenya names (ex. Maedhros is called Maitimo).

Emmeril, Airin and llë are my OC's

You would lament thereafter for the lack of foresight. The wise in Arda would mourn their kindred, who had stepped out of bliss and into woe. Nerdanel, Amarië, Anairë, these great women of the Blessed Realm were linked in sorrow to those left behind. You joined this tragic assembly, united in regret. Days would waste away as you asked " What was there to be done?". Anguishing over every time you could have forestalled these harrowing events.

It had been a storm, slowly strengthening until its power was too great to prevail. Deceived, one and all had been taken in. Melkor's repentance had seemed so genuine. Save Tulkas and Curufinwe none had heeded any notion of trickery. Now the dark Vala's laughter rang in Angamando, echoing off the stone walls. In your own halls, you sighed. Brought so low you were a specter of the beautiful young elf maiden whose laughter had lit up Tirion. These days were dark with the Alduya felled.

"Will you come to bed?" Amarië, whose suffering was as great as yours, came forward. Together they cast their gazes to the darkness beyond. All of Arda had been plunged into an impenetrable shadow. Amarië's light was much dimmed, her golden hair hanging forlornly. She had always been pale and thin but her boundless joy had given her strength which many envied. They need envy no longer. Findaráto had sworn to return and Amarië held him to it. She was bound to him, although not formally, and believed he would return. For a time Amarië would remain before departing. She would dwell in her home and wait for Findaráto.

You had been gifted no such reassurance. Cast off, Maitimo had spurned every vow he made. Bitter words were exchanged, things that could not be unsaid. Unlike Amarië's stalwart serenity, you had wept. Your marriage had been waning for some time now. When Curufinwe stormed into exile you followed to Formenos. In Formenos you would lose your husband.

The laws of the Eldar commanded that husband and wife be one in all things. Never had you any cause to doubt these customs. Naturally, a husband and wife must cleave together. Growing up in a big, tightly-knit family, a certain worldview had been formed. There was never any doubt that if you married your husband would always protect you. And how could you not? Your father had always been so devoted to your mother, his desire to make her happy endless.

Your worldview had been, to a degree, changed when you married Maitimo. The house of Finwe had been in turmoil for quite some time. Since Finwe cemented his union Indis despite the protests of his son Feanaro, his progeny had torn at one another. Though to Nolofinwe's credit, the war was pitifully one-sided. Even those who had never encountered either prince heard of the brotherly animosity. A pungent cloud of this great house, many feared for the day a storm would break. Coming from a close family this was something of an anomaly. Your father had quarreled with his brothers, but nothing could sunder their bond. Your mother had her gripes with her sisters, but their love always brought them together again. Being the eldest of your family you had the unenviable job of keeping rambunctious youngers siblings in line. However no matter what troubles came your, love and affection remained. Perhaps this made the end inevitable.

You begged him not to leave that day. The death of High King Finwë plunged all of Arda into grief. Sickening amounts of blood were saturated into the ground. From there after that very spot was stained by Melkor's vile deed. The smell sent your head reeling and burning bile to bubble. You had never seen a dead body before and abhorred the slaughter of animals. They might think you weak for it, but you knew this sight would curdle the blood of even the most austere of elves. Wails of despair took the place of joy. The light had faded and everything became dark. If only it had stopped there, oh by Eru how you wished this was the worst.

It all started on a day filled with joy. Manwë had summoned the Houses Fingolfin and Curufinwë, ordering peace between the two families. Brother took brother in hand and promised peace and friendship. Though how sincere Curufinwë was remained unknown. Many times you had witnessed Curufinwë rage over his younger brother. He howled over the "spawn of Indis" and cursed him. Such festering resentment could not be swept aside by simple sweet words. "I know we should be glad. But I can not help feeling dread." Maitimo simply took your hand in his. "I assure you that nothing bad will happen." His smile reassured you. Oh how wrong he was. When the darkness fell confusion and fear reigned. Finwë was dead, the Silmarills stolen and half of the Edain of Valinor gone. The only respite was Arafinwë returning to take leadership.

All the lights went out. Melkor had drained the trees of all their light, and from there he fled. But there was no running from the darkness. Warmth and light were replaced by darkness and dread. Wails of the bereft took the place of laughter. You who had once been so full of joy had only despair for company. Things had been far from perfect even before the oath. When Curufinwë had been exiled your husband went with him. Of course, you understood his duty as the eldest son. But it didn't make the move from Tirion to Formenos. That day you had to leave behind all those you loved. Try as you might to sway Maitimo to stay, it worked to no avail. In those days you would have done anything for him, and so where he went you followed. You tried not to complain. Even when Curufinwë's temper became unbearable, or your friends stopped sending letters. You could not blame them, living in the court of temporary King Nolofinwë and keeping in touch with you was risky. At least your family was supportive. Your younger sisters and brothers But even in those cold days you still would never have thought Maitimo would leave you. The years had been trying, but he still cared for you in those days. Years later in the dead of night, as you lay awake, you wondered if every "I love you" had been a lie.

"Please, if you have ever loved me you would stay." He did not meet your eyes. He just looked back to the army assembling in the courtyard below. "Have I not followed you all these years? What could I have done for you to cast me aside!" You seized his arm. Gently he pried you off him. "Y/n, you must understand that I have to go. Of course you may follow me-" "I have done nothing but follow you! Maitimo this is suicide!" It was at this point your father in law chose to appear, ascending the steps in a storm of fury. "If you do not choose to follow your husband, as you are sworn to do, then you are no wife!" Temperamental, yes, but now there was the flame of madness dancing in his eyes. Curufinwë had taken leave of his senses. "My vows said that I would follow him as my conscious dictates! As your wife has stayed in Valinor so shall I." The comment was poorly timed. Anger beat so furiously in your chest that you thought not of the consequences. With a roar of unbridled fury, Curufinwë drew his sword. Horrified, both you and Maitimo stepped back. The tip was right at your neck, an inch further would slice the flesh. "Depart, faithless wretch! And do not let me find you lurking in these hall again lest I strike you dead!" Maitimo drew you away and behind him. "You will cease your insults of my wife." You stared up at him in awe. Here he was standing up to his father, possibly the greatest of the Noldor. You had thought at that moment Maitimo had seen sense. He led you off to a room, away from his father and the chaos below.

"Maitimo!" You flung your arms around his shoulders. An elated kiss was placed on his forehead. But his eyes were sad with what you later realized was guilt. Gently he pried you off of him. He was gentle but his actions indicated he wanted to put distance between you and himself. "Do-?" You were unable to finish. Maitimo closed his eyes and whispered something so quietly under his breath you almost missed it. Almost. "Please." "Maitimo?" Your temporary relief was dashed as quickly as it came. "Y/n, I must follow my father." One could hear a pin drop. Your world had been torn apart, fractured almost beyond repair. "My Lord-Maitimo! You must not!" Your body was shaking, horror gripping you like a vice. Your legs seemed unable to hold themselves, such was the agony you felt at that moment. Falling to your knees, you started to beg.

"Husband, if you have any love for me then-" Suddenly Maitimo's could not even meet your eye. "You will not sway me Y/n." His voice was hard, cold, a tone he had recently adopted and that reared its head more and more frequently. You could not believe what you were hearing. Your husband seemed to disregard the bond between man and wife, that they must always stay side by side. And here he was abandoning you at your hour of need. You were scared. Finwë was dead and the rest were in self imposed-exile. The journey ahead scared you. To leave the safe haven of Valinor was suicide. You could understand avenging the King, you had great love and respect for him. And as King he must be avenged. But this was beyond simple revenge. This very act would tear apart the house of Finwë, and all of Valinor. Your family. Curufinwë's heart had turned dark and following him to this end. And there was another, more overriding reason. A shaking hand went to your stomach.

It could be a lie to say that everything had been perfect before the darkening. Hard to admit, but your presence in the family was not welcomed by everyone. Curufinwë and his son who shared the same name looked upon you with disdain. You were to head-in-the-clouds for them to ever like. You tried, only to end in ridicule and failure. The escalation was partly your fault, afraid of causing trouble Maitimo was never told. Looking back, telling Maitimo might have been wiser. Alas, you did not. This was not to say the rest were unkind. Never had there been a great closeness between Tyelkormo, Carinstir and yourself, there was also never ill blood either. Though you were better acquainted with the latter's wife, Ilë. Macalaurë had always been kind but rather unapproachable, him being so proud. You supposed that was what Emmeril liked about him. The twins you were the closest to, out of the lot, Telvo and Pityo. His cousins hailing from the house of Nolofinwë you held a greater preference for. Save Turokáno who thought you rather silly.

There lay a great enmity between the houses Curufinwë and Nolofinwë. Or rather, Curufinwë held a deep mistrust and dislike of his younger brother. The ill sentiment had spread like a poison to all his kin, even the children. During the exile in Formenos you were forced to meet Findecáno and his younger sister, at times with Arakáno. Those years had been hard, especially for those such as Turkafinwë and Maitimo who forged deep bonds with their kin. Curufinwë the younger missed Írissë, despite his attempts to hide it. Those years in Formenos had been horribly lonely, bereft of company. With a family far away and friends forced to stay in Tirion company was limited. Only two friends had accompanied you. But denied company they soon started to despair. Despite what it cost you have them leave. Many tears had been shed that day. The resentment between the various members of Curufinwë started to devour the residents. Anger brewed, bitterness ensued.

"And Indis's brood wander those halls, our halls! What right... what claim does the House of Indis have to my father's throne! The throne of my forefathers!" Around Curufinwë's table everyone sat, save Ilë who pleaded exhaustion. The rest of you were not spared Curufinwë's rage. Sitting next to Maitimo your hands shook, his hand on your knee. The twins sat closest to their father, though Telufinwë not leaning in as close. Turkafinwë's seemed unusually thoughtful, for such a brash elf. Curufinwë the younger's face was obscured from shadow, his silent wife beside him. Morifinwë was leaning in towards Curufinwë with a red flush crawling up his face. Kanafinwë and Emmeril sat on the sidelines, observers of Curufinwë's rant. You would give anything to leave this table.

"What of our Uncle Arafinwë?" Maitimo was far too fond of his half-uncles for Curufinwë's liking. You could see his thin pale lips tighten. His dark blue eyes, bloodshot, narrowed in on Maitimo. "He is his mother's son." Curufinwë's stance was clear. Your thoughts went to Amarië who you had not seen in years. Last you heard Findaráto had pledged to marry her. Wondering if Curufinwë would allow you to attend their wedding, you looked outside. Formenos was cut off from the rest of Valinor. Held up in these mountains it was hard to see anything else. It only served to make you feel more nervous.

"Though, I do wonder if not everyone is paying attention." Curufinwë's tone made it seem he was scolding a child. Except it was you. "My apologies." Quickly covering your mistake, you sat there rigidly. "My wife meant no offense." Maitimo was swift to defend. Curufinwë looked ready to say more but chose to abstain. All you could do was stare at your lap, numb with anxiety.

Maitimo had changed. The bleakness and chill of Formenos had worn on everyone. Exhaustion had settled over the residents like a heavyweight. Loneliness became a constant companion, stalking you like a specter. In the beginning, it was not so bad. You spent time making this place a home. A small garden was built in the courtyard with help from Maitimo. Carefully you tended to the delicate petals, their white petals reflecting light. He would wind them in your hair, cascading down in a waterfall of flowers. They spent much of their time holed up inside their room. It became a safe haven, a world that separated themselves from all the torments outside. Light blue curtains adorned the windows, you had elected for a more simple style. Windows were left open a crack letting fresh air in. At times like these you could forget about everything.

The years passed and the bond between husband and wife started to crumble. A great toll was upheaving this family. Twelve years was but the link of an eyes to elves. For this family however, it dragged on. Every moment served to increase Curufinwë's rage and desire to avenge himself burned within. Like a disease it spread, its symptoms laying low the spirits of his heirs. Maitimo became sullen and the fire within seemed to flicker. The letters hailing from Tirion, where his beloved cousin Findecáno resided, remained unopened for days. When Maitimo finally did dare to gaze upon the contents they were for him only. Afterwards Maitimo would grow sullen once more and would disappear. Behind his back, although it brought guilt, you read its contents. It was the words of a cousin who missed his friend. He talked of times past and expressed joy in those to come. "I hope for further joy, so that all ill will become forgotten." He had written. Letters arrived from your sister as well. Airin was the closest in age to you, being only a few years your junior. Residing in the court of Anairë, Airin would provide information. King Nolofinwë ruled wisely and was much loved. Such tidings brought you no joy. Eru knew what Curufinwë might say. She was not the only one to bring information, Findecáno wrote to you as well, with affection that did little to curb a growing fear. He wished you well, that the days bring peace, but those words soothed not. There lingered an underlying anxiety to his words. Try as he might to cover it up.

"My dear daughter, we are well. But it would truly warm our hearts to know you too are well. Do not forget that all of us (yes, all of us) miss you dreadfully" Those letters remained in a safe wooden box. Sometimes you would read them when lonely. Even your brothers, who were a great many years younger, had written. Sadly, letters were no substitute for true company. Ilë, wife of Carnistir, was a good friend. But as time dragged on Ilë retreated and clung to her husband. Less and less she patrolled the halls, staying with her husband in solitude. Making friends with the other elf maidens, there was still a poignant loneliness. All they did was remind you of those left behind.

"It is merely your father's words, my love. Your uncle would never harm any of us." Your husband's anguish hurt you in turn. As a wife it was agonizing to know his pain and yet have no balm to heal the wound. Another one of Findecáno's letters lay forlornly on the bedside. Instead of bringing joy they served to torment. Maitimo was slumped against his chair by the windows. His bright blue eyes were focused on the mountains beyond. You stood beside him, fingers running through his red hair. For a while you said nothing. Gently you stroked his cheek which was unusually sallow. Leaning forward you kissed the cheek. Slightly, he leaned into your affection. "I know you will do what is right." Had those words strengthened him, or heaped on yet greater pressure onto Maitimo.

Everything changed when that great host left Valinor. You were left alone and exposed with no one to protect you. Everyone was either gone or wanted nothing to do with you. Maitimo had ordered those of his followers who stayed behind to protect you. But would they be able to? And could you, in good conscience, place those who were under your care into great danger? Thank Eru Arafinwë took pity on your condition. You had been barricaded in Formenos for fear when the youngest son of Finwë and his host came upon the fortress. To your surprise, he brought along Indis and Nerdanel. Despite your disgrace, they brought you with them to Tirion.

You sat on a bench with an outlook to the garden below. Despite its glamorous beauty, it brought you no joy. There was no light for the Two Trees had been utterly drained. It felt like divine providence, the trees set and your love as gone. Now it was dark as the hole in your heart. "Y/n, dear, you should no linger in the cold for so long. "Nerdanel stepped out onto the outlook. " Is it dinner already?" You drew your cloak tighter around yourself. Instinctively your hands cradled your ever expanding belly. "Yes. And Indis has prepared your favourite." At one times these temptations would have been rather tempting. But no food could fill you. Not now. "If not yourself then at least for him." "You are so certain?" Coming from Nerdanel the Wise the idea she might already know was not preposterous. Relenting, you got up. The baby was all you had left.

"And are we to forget that this woman chose to go into exile, against all common sense and decency." It was as you expected. Even with the new Lord of the Noldor beside you. It was Arafinwë's first council as leader (would that make him King now?) in the great halls. You remembered that last time you had been here. How Curufinwë unsheathed his sword and pointed it at his own brother. You recalled the horror and revulsion on the audience's face, and now all their eyes were on you. Every important lord and lady of Valinor were judging you. It hurt to know that some of them had once been your friends. Perhaps everything had been a lie. Your husband despised you and the rest of Valinor bore mistrusted.

"You forget, My Lord, that as a Princess and member of her lord husband's household, she was bound to follow him to whatever ends. It was only when it all became too much did Y/n depart from her husband. Her moral convictions won out, and despite their fëas being one she forsook him." Arafinwe's voice held a steely edge you had not yet heard before. The youngest son of Finwë was often misconceived as being shy, timid even. This was a misconception, he was simply quiet. Never should one misconstrue kindness for complacency. But one should never be complacent with the belief that silence means stupidity. Arafinwë stood up, white robes billowing behind him. You felt Nerdanel place a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Have we fallen so far that we would attack a lonely woman? If we are to proceed with revenge in this matter, are we truly worthy to live amongst the Vala and Maia?' Some had the grace to look ashamed. Despite this, there were still some who had misgivings.

"My Lord, if I may speak." Lady Nimlothel served the house of Nolofinwë, more specifically it was his Lady wife she owed her allegiance to. With an elegant stride, she took the floor. "You may." Arafinwë answered, although his eyes looked wary. "The Lady Y/n is not responsible for her husband's ill deeds. Although I would like to add that Lady Nerdanel never fled into exile, a most wise decision. I suggest that the Lady Y/n retire, at least for a time. It would be unwise to allow such a remnant of Curufinwë's treachery to remain here." You felt so cold, so alone. They might not lock you up, but exile was little better. You would hide away, a forgotten remnant in a far off castle. An embarrassing chapter of Arda's history. Arafinwë sat down, troubled. "This council is dismissed. We shall convey at morning tomorrow."

"We may reside by my parent's hearth. They extend this offer to you too." Emmeril had bolted the chest shut. Sitting on a bed you watched Makalaurë's wife hastening departure. She along with Airin, wife of Curufinwë the Younger (your husband's brother) remained in Valinor. Ilë alone had departed, swearing to follow her husband Morifinwë, to whatever end. You prayed to Eru she would be well. Airin had long since departed. Saddened over the loss of husband and son she departed, destination unknown.

"My Lady, is that all?" One of Emmeril's handmaidens entered. "Take these out to the yard, then we depart." Once the handmaiden departed Emmeril turned to you. "What do you hope to accomplish by staying?" The bond between Emmeril and yourself had never been great. It was not personal dislike so much as never truly understanding one another. Emmeril was stern and hard, chafing against your soft and easy nature. But she had never been cruel or given you reason for mistrust. Emmeril's reasoning was wise in this matter. Leaving Tirion could allow you to start anew. You might have done so if it were not for the babe that dwelt within you. What sort of life would your child have? A permanent exile for the rest of their days? Could you even call yourself a mother while condemning a child to such a fate? Emmeril may think you a fool, and perhaps she was right to think so. But you would not reveal this secret to her. Now was not the time and frankly you were not ready.

Emmeril did not stay long, but departed for her family's home. You watched her go until the last of her horses were over the hill. The room suddenly felt colder, more forlorn. A choked sigh bordering on sobs left your mouth. At times like these you would have walked in the garden with Ilë. Only it was pitch black out and Ilë was gone. A soft knock at your door alerted you. Amarië swept in, pink silk trailing behind. "Y/n, Nerdanel wishes to give council." Rising up you followed Amarië. The hallway was obscured with shadows, torches providing ailing light. Even with windows barred shut you could still feel a draft. Even Amarië seemed to feel it, drawing her robe tighter. Every step echoed in these silent halls. Most had either fled Tirion or barricaded themselves in their rooms. Only guards remained patrolling the halls.

Nerdanel had taken quarters next to Queen Indis. Was Indis even still queen? Suspiciously guards regarded your presence. "Lady Nerdanel had sent for Lady Y/n. Queen Indis is aware." They let you in with a look of reluctance on their faces. The swords on their sides glimmered in the torchlight. Only a short time ago none dared to disregard the Valar's ordinance. Now none dared leave their rooms without protection. Such were these sad times. Nerdanel bore her usual attire, baggy brown pants and a white shirt. Her hair, Nerdanel had her back turn to you, was tied in a loose braid. Rubble and tools lay scattered. When Amarië cleared her throat Nerdanel seemed to finally take notice. "Lady Amarië, thank you." Amarië curtsied and made to leave. "Hold-" "I must depart. Lady Nerdanel wishes to speak to you in private." Now it was just Nerdanel and you. Nerdanel lightly kicked a hammer out of the way and picked up a tray. You smelt citrus and a hint of cinnamon. Sitting down you watched Nerdanel pour a cup of tea. "Care for some?" You nodded. You had the feeling this conversation was not simple idle chat.

Nerdanel did not beat around the bush. After a sip, her grey eyes focused on you. The look was not critical, but the one she adopted when an important topic was at hand. "I heard Emmeril offered you a place at her family home. Why did you not go?" She was not being critical, just inquiring. "I have never been close to Emmeril. It would be an intrusion on my part." Nerdanel poured another cup. "Will you remain here indefinitely?" "Nerdanel I do not know what to do. I am lost. In leaving I condemn myself and the baby to exile. In staying ill may come too, for those that support the Houses of Nolofinwë and Arafinwë have no love of Curufinwë's kin." Nerdanel reached out calloused hands, worn by years of her craft. Your own was not so smooth, for years of gardening had hardened the skin. "Fate may be kinder to you. Our king wishes to provide what help he can." The attempt was well made, yet still you remained unsettled. "My fate is solely in the hands of others. If I stay then it is another exile. I banish my freedom. Perhaps I should leave and lessen others' hold on me." Nerdanel's gaze went to your belly. If one was unaware they would not know. But soon it would swell and then what would happen then? Your family would be harboring a potential heir. Arafinwë was good and wise, but the actions others you must look to. Would they see the baby as a contender? If you stayed at court then an alliance could be built and no one could accuse you of hiding.

"Do what you think is best for yourself and the baby Y/n. But do not forget, make sure you stand on your own feet."

Note: This story has been in my drafts since September and was originally meant to be a one shot. A story surrounding the lives of those who stayed in Valinor is something I have been interested in for a while now. I am unsure how long this story will be. I will also be using the Quenya pronunciation for everyone's names unless canonically one is not provided. All the sons of Feanor use their mother-name except for Curufin.

While I use Jodie Comers face in the gifs and aesthetics for this story it is not meant to be a face claim. I simply like to use a certain character/acter's face in each series.

My OC's (the unnamed wives of the sons of Feanor) are my stand ins for the wives in every fanfic going forward. This is unless I write an x-reader involving one of the three married sons. In that case I will simply write them out. But going forward in this story and others they will exist. I intend to make character profiles for them at some point.

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Trade Worth an Afternoon

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Nolofinwean + Celegorm x Sister Reader

Summary: Ambarussar = 1 Y/n?

AN: My soul said, "WRITE THIS SHIT RN!!"

“Hmm why yes Celgorm, of course, we can come to an agreement,” Aredhel drawled carefully, her voice laced with amusement as she glanced away from where you and Argon sat, engrossed in your toys.  Her eyes twinkled with mischief, a stark contrast to the seriousness of the "trade negotiations" she was proposing.

Stifling a laugh that threatened to erupt, Celegorm replied, playing along.  “2 Ambrussa for 1 y/n.  That is fair trade, Aredhel.”  His voice held a hint of playful arrogance, knowing full well the absurdity of bartering with children.

The mention of your name pierced through your concentration, and you looked up from your game of blocks with wide, curious eyes.  Argon, ever the follower, followed suit, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“You are right, perhaps,” Aredhel conceded with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she turned her attention to you directly.  “What do you think, little y/n?  Do you want to become Celegorm’s sister?”

A small patter of feet echoed across the polished stone floor as both you and Argon scrambled towards your sister and cousin. “No. I am your sister,” you declared bluntly, your voice clear and unwavering.

“Yes, y/n is our sister,” Argon parroted, his voice echoing yours in a perfect unison.  The pair of you, oblivious to the undercurrent of amusement between your elders, stood side-by-side, a united front against this unexpected proposition.

Pulling Argon into a playful embrace, Aredhel feigned a dramatic sigh.  “But you have a sister, me.  Now Celegorm and his brothers don’t have one.  Why don’t we share, just like amil taught us?” 

Argon, ever his mother’s pet and easily swayed by her gentle words, was instantly caught in a moral dilemma.  His brow furrowed as he deliberated, torn between wanting to please both his mother and his best friend.  “No… but,” he stammered, his voice laden with worry as he looked back at you with a helpless expression.

You, however, were not so easily swayed.  You set your jaw with a determination that belied your age and glared at Celegorm, who was trying his best to stifle another laugh.  “I won’t go,” you declared fiercely. 

Celegorm, caught off guard by your outburst, hoisted you into his arms with a playful rumble.  "And why not, y/n?" he teased, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. You flailed your limbs in protest, the urge to pull his hair warring with the ticklish sensation his leather cuffs sent against your skin.

"Finno and Turu won't allow this!" you sputtered, glaring back at him with narrowed eyes.  "And ata loves me more than Aredhel!"  This last declaration was more of a desperate hope than a statement of fact, but it served its purpose. Aredhel's smile faltered for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something akin to annoyance crossing her features.

As for Argon, the very notion of being separated from you sent him into a silent panic.  He looked mortified at the idea of sharing his room with the rambunctious Fëanorian twins, even more mortified at the prospect of leaving his unfinished drawing and the half-built block castle behind.  With a whimper, he tugged on Aredhel's sleeve, his lower lip trembling.  "No, y/n is my sister," he echoed your words, shaking his head vehemently as if denying the very possibility of the trade.

"Uncle Nolofinwe and my father already agreed," Celegorm declared smugly, a broad grin splitting his face. "Unfortunately, y/n, you will be now our sister."

His words hit you like a thunderbolt. Your eyes widened in shock, threatening to spill tears at any moment. "No!" you cried, your voice trembling like a leaf in a winter wind. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. "I'm Argon's sister! We promised Amil we'd finish building our castle together! And besides," you hiccuped, rubbing your eyes "Ambarussar are too big for my bed. They won't fit!"

Argon, mirroring your distress, began to wail. He clung to Aredhel, his tiny fists clutching at her tunic. "No! No y/n go!" he sobbed, his voice thick with tears.

"And when my brothers and I return from our next adventure," Celegorm continued adding fuel to the fire in his chaotic ways, "y/n will come with us.”

Argon, his lower lip trembling, clutched you desperately. His only playmate, his confidante. Galadriel was too smart to play with on normal days. 

The room erupted in chaos. You, fueled by a sudden surge of adrenaline, wriggled free from Celegorm's surprised grasp.  "Never!" you screamed, bolting towards the nearest exit. 

Argon, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, followed close behind, his small legs pumping furiously.

Fingolfin, his face a mask of thunder, stood before Aredhel and Celegorm, both of whom shuffled uncharacteristically on their feet. The usual twinkle in their eyes was replaced with a dull sheepishness.

"What did you do?"  Fingolfin's voice boomed.

"Well..." Aredhel began, her usual silver tongue failing her.  Celegorm, notorious for his smooth talk, coughed awkwardly, unable to meet Fingolfin's steely gaze.

And for once both Aeredhel and Celegorm were at a loss for their words. The prank…perhaps had been too harsh. The flushed faces of both Fingon and Turgon, who had spent the entire evening looking both you both were enough to answer that it indeed had been too much. 

And thus, the product of their prank lay in Fingolfin and Anaire's laps. Both you and Argon slept peacefully, your faces streaked with tears that had dried on your cheeks.

"Aredhel," Turgon's voice was a low rumble, devoid of its usual playful teasing. "We scoured the entire city for y/n and Argon. The entire afternoon."  His gaze, usually warm, was now icy with disapproval.

Fingon, his hand resting protectively on your head, patted Turgon's arm in a silent plea for calm.  "What did you even say for them to hide so fiercely?" he asked, his voice stern but tinged with relief.  "They ran away the moment they saw me and Turgon, then vanished for the entire day." Fingon usually retained the position of the most loved sibling for all Nolofinwean siblings.

"Y/n even hid all her belongings, and neither of them showed up for their evening snacks."

This last detail struck a deeper chord.  Evening snacks with Fingolfin were a cherished ritual for the younger members of the family, a time for stories and laughter.  That they would skip it willingly was a testament to the terror they must have felt.

“It was merely a jest,” Aredhel tries to weasel her way out of the situation. 

"A jest?" Turgon echoed, his voice tight with contained fury. "An entire afternoon of frantic searching constitutes a jest to you, Aredhel?"

Anaire, her face pale with worry, finally spoke. "They haven't said a word since we found them," she said, her voice trembling slightly.  "They were huddled together under their bed sobbing hysterically. What did you do to them?"

"We told them that we were going to trade y/n for the twins," Aredhel admitted, her voice barely a whisper. 

The room fell silent for a beat, thick with tension that quickly dissolved into an eruption of laughter. Fingon and Fingolfin, unable to contain themselves, doubled over, snorting with amusement. Even Anaire, despite her initial glare, found a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Finwe's crooked humor, it seemed, wasn't lost on his bloodline.

"Oh, my poor darlings," Anaire cooed, leaning down to kiss your and Argon's foreheads, a soft smile gracing her features. "That must have been terrifying. But you two managed to hide quite well.” While both the said, elflings barely stirred in their sleep.

Aredhel, relieved by the shift in atmosphere, puffed out her chest with a hint of pride. "They were! We even had them convinced Uncle Curufinwe and Ata were in on it."

Before she could revel in her mischievousness any further, Turgon, ever the serious one, swatted her playfully on the back of the head.

And that is how the infamous story of trading siblings came to be in the Finwean clan. One that often left a sputtering mess of Celegorm and Aredhel. And a slightly offended Ambarussar.

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House of Fingolfin | Being In An Arranged Marriage With Them

A/N: This takes place in Valinor, in a no–darkening verse and arranged marriages are common traditions among the elves. By now, I'm considering this an AU within the Silm verse with all the ideas that’s been swimming in my mind after writing each headcanon (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Warnings: feelings of neglect and loneliness, resentment, disputes, there is some comfort, angst because it's an arranged marriage

Arranged Marriage AU: Arafinweans ver.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Fingolfin

Fingolfin strongly resents being told what to do. However, if complying benefits his family and upholds his royal status as an exemplar for princes, he will reluctantly follow through. In this context, he would have no significant objections to an arranged marriage.

He genuinely believes in his father’s good intentions and considers his mother’s agreement as final. Fingolfin would attentively attend the meeting, listening to the criteria and rationale for the arrangement while occasionally glancing at your disheartened expression.

Initially, he might struggle to comprehend why you don’t view the situation as a win–win, given that you’re marrying a prince and about to enjoy a luxurious lifestyle. The notion of being forced into this or having a lover only dawns on Fingolfin when his younger brother or a friend brings it up.

He’s determined to make the relationship work and hopes you won’t be confrontational or resist connecting with each other. Your reluctance to make things work is a source of frustration for him, but his pride prevents him from complaining to others.

But it is important to keep in mind that as much as he’s fighting you to make this work, he is respectful of your boundaries and personal space.

“I may have been slow to realise your reservations about the arrangement, but may I ask that you at least attempt not to distance yourself when all I want is for this to go smoothly? Yes, we will be married soon, but I’m not suggesting a romantic involvement, just a basic level of cooperation to ease the tension, please.”

He’s eager to make the arrangement a success because he sees it as essential for his role as a prince and a way to outshine his older brother. In Fingolfin’s perspective, this is a competition, albeit unfortunate for you.

You must assert that for this relationship to work, it shouldn’t be a platform for competition or jealousy, but rather something mutually beneficial and meaningful. You seek a partner you can rely on and trust, while he desires a confidant.

Despite the challenges, you enjoy a royal lifestyle with extravagant parties, balls, and dinners, access to the finest materials and food, a luxurious house designed to your liking, and any other desired indulgence. Fingolfin explicitly mentions that the house was created with your preferences in mind in hopes of ensuring some form of comfort is achieved.

An added benefit of the relationship is Fingolfin’s trust in your abilities as a mediator and leader. As a means to enhance communication, he gradually opens up and seeks your advice in the hopes of strengthening the arrangement.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Fingon

Initially, when the news was broken to him, Fingon found it all rather amusing. He doubled over and laughed in his father’s face, thinking it was some kind of joke. It took a while for the seriousness of the situation to sink in, and he soon realised that this was no laughing matter. Fingon is a free–spirited individual who believes in choosing when to marry, not never for political reasons, as was the case in this instance.

When you’re in the room, Fingon prefers to keep his anger in check and maintain a pleasant demeanour, as he doesn’t want to frighten you. He’s well aware that you had no say in this decision, and his father is the only one he has an issue with.

The sorrowful look on his face when he meets your eyes is heart–wrenching, as both of you are victims of politics. Despite the circumstances, he does his best to shield you from the harsh reality and maintain the illusion of a simple friendship.

Among all his siblings and his father, Fingon is undoubtedly the most agreeable elf to be married to. Despite his inner turmoil and his father’s constant pressure to make the relationship work, he remains cheerful and amiable in your company, ensuring your comfort throughout the entire engagement.

However, in the early days of the marriage, he was the complete opposite of his usual self, largely due to your reserved nature. He was distant and mostly silent as he grappled with controlling his temper, trying to figure out how to make the relationship work.

If he’s going to be your husband against his will, he’s determined to be the best one you could hope for. Do you require your space? You got it. Do you not wish to see or speak to him? He’ll respect it. Do you want him to stop pretending that everything’s perfect? You’ll get that as well, although it may not be what you expect.

“You might be expecting me to shout, scream, or completely ignore you. I couldn’t bring myself to do any of that, though, as it’s not how my mother raised me to behave when I’m dissatisfied... I understand that you see through the façade I put up; it’s mostly to get my father off my back. But it’s not an act when I’m around you.”

Count on Fingon to make your forced marriage bearable and tolerable. He alleviates the typical anxiety associated with arranged marriages by filling it with unconditional love, support, appreciation, and trust. He never lets the burden fall on you and always stands by your side, ready to defend you.

One thing he won’t tolerate is anyone belittling your role as his spouse, whether it’s from your family or his. He respects your choices and ensures that you’re comfortable before engaging in anything personal.

Fingon never rushes you into anything uncomfortable and allows you to make decisions, trusting your judgment and revealing his vulnerability. He sees this as a hopeful approach to overcoming the arranged marriage label that hangs over your heads.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Turgon

Even if it were his father delivering the news that an arranged marriage was necessary to uphold the family name, Turgon was on the verge of overturning a table and vanishing before his father could reveal your name. However, Turgon knew he wouldn’t get far before being compelled to return home and address the situation.

It was the gloomiest atmosphere in recent memory when he was in the room, glaring at your presence as you entered with your family. The whole ordeal made him feel nauseous, especially when he observed how supportive his mother was in the matter.

Turgon didn’t speak or acknowledge your existence. If you were residing in your preexisting home, you both slept in separate quarters. He even made an effort to become familiar with your schedule to ensure you didn’t cross paths because he wanted to avoid giving the impression of any interest in making things work.

It felt like living alone with a brooding spectre who constantly muttered under his breath as though he was casting a spell. He was quick to anger and often directed his frustration at everyone around him, not just his and your parents. Congratulations, you were arranged to someone who unjustly blamed you.

Like his cousins, you had to assert yourself and demand respect, forcing your voice above his constant grumbling.

“Listen, I’ll make this clear just once, so don’t make me repeat myself. Stop blaming me and direct your frustrations at my parents and yours. We’re in this together whether we like it or not—so accept it and put an end to the complaining, just like I did. We’re going to make this work—we don’t have to share a bed or be best friends, but we should find common ground and understanding. I won’t accept ‘no’ as an answer, as it’s proven to be pointless, so stop whining and work with me!”

You earned his respect because no one had the audacity to confront him like that without fearing his explosive anger. From that day on, there was a subtle change in the household routine, like not avoiding your schedules and sharing the same space (excluding the bedroom).

Any attempts at conversation were initiated by you, and you had to strain your ears to catch his mumbled responses. When it came to public appearances, he was as stiff as a board and communicated sparingly.

However, it was his instinct to defend you and his family if anyone made disrespectful comments about your situation. That was something for him and you to contemplate, not for others to meddle in, so someone would be put in their place. That night, you saw the most emotion from him apart from his temper.

An incident like that brought you both a step closer to displaying your emotions and feelings, particularly your protectiveness toward him. As simple as it may seem, he wanted to know about your day and if anyone insulted you when you were out. It was a step in the growth of your relationship.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Argon

Argon is fucking bewildered and struggling to comprehend the situation because he’s still a young individual being informed of an arranged marriage he never wanted. He responds with profanity and loud protests until his father intervenes to calm him down.

He despises every moment of it, particularly when he recalls how his cousins and brothers were subjected to the same process. He can’t believe he’s in the same situation despite his strong desire to find love on his own. Even if you were present in the room, his anger blinds him to your concern.

For days to weeks, you two may not exchange words, with occasional glances and stares being the only form of communication. Even after the marriage, he only engages in minimal conversation, ensuring your well–being and comfort in the shared space, though his tone is often filled with bitterness.

Initially, your marriage feels like cohabitating with a mere housemate, as your interactions are limited to household chores. Meaningful conversations based on your interests are virtually non–existent. It would take significant time and effort before either of you musters the courage to address the awkward silence in the house, ideally during breakfast.

“May I speak? No, it’s not about breakfast; it’s about us. We’ve been living like roommates for months, hardly even acquaintances. All we do together is eat and do chores. I know you’re still upset about this arrangement—so am I—but I’d appreciate it if we could replace this white noise with something resembling friendship. We’re already living together, so we’re past the stage of being strangers.”

Argon is genuinely sorry to discover that you desire more meaningful interactions rather than distance, which he had assumed. Your first breakthrough occurs when you jest about his misinterpretation of your gestures, breaking the awkward silence with a touch of Argon’s playful nature.

Following in the footsteps of his eldest brother, he emulates his gestures in the hopes of fostering a deeper connection. Although his emotions make him eager and impulsive, he doesn’t want you to bear the blame for his dissatisfaction.

Eventually, a level of vulnerability emerges in your discussions, allowing both of you to overcome this significant turning point in your lives. More joy and laughter infuse the household as you both express your opinions, views on the situation, and expectations for the future. Given his youth and the wealth of advice he’s received on arranged marriages, he engages in meaningful conversations to ensure you share the same expectations.

He has no intention of subjecting you to the mistreatment that others might inflict on their spouses, placing trust in you and expecting the same in return. For the majority of your marriage, despite lingering awkwardness, you manage to build a friendship with someone who is open and respectful.

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[autumnshighlady]

Tolkien Masterlist

Feanor

Wildest Dreams (ft. Fingolfin)

A Lesson in Language

Maedhros

coming soon

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SERIES

The Professor series [WIP]

completed: Nesta, Gavriel, Feanor

coming soon: Rowan, Eris, Dorian, Maedhros, Helion

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Mermaid AU: Imagine meeting the house of Fingolfin

Mermaid AU

(I hope this will be to your liking Sunnie and I hope this works as a little special for getting your blog finally out of shadowban)

Requested by @a-contemplation-upon-flowers​​

Warnings: mentions of past violence, hunting, some racial stuff, curious mers, drama, reader getting almost and once knocked down by a wave. 

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It was a prominent rule for the merfolk never to approach the lands or humans. However, it did not stop some curious mers from coming to the surface, and coincidentally you just happened to be on the beach when certain members of the house of Fingolfin were swimming around.

Fingon

-He was swimming around the shores with his siblings and cousins, playing a game where they would try to spot a human on the beach. It was a harmless game since humans rarely showed around on the lonely shore. 

-It was a bit disappointing since he always wanted to see and talk with a human despite all the stories and rumors he had heard as a youngling. He didn't believe all humans were evil and that there would be one human who would not wish to harm a mer. 

-So, when he suddenly spotted you picking some seashells on the beach, he was excited. 

-His siblings and cousins dived away when he pointed at you, leaving him confused and alone. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to swim toward you. 

-Fingon quietly sneaked toward you, hiding behind rocks and observing you humming a song and picking up seashells. 

-He was fascinated as you looked and behaved nothing like a monster many described your kind to be. Your legs looked strange, and you looked happy when you found a seashell to your collection. 

-Tempted to talk to you. Fingon thought about approaching you, but before he could do anything, he got stopped by his younger brother. His brother tried to convince him to leave in a hushed tone while Fingon tried to calm him down and keep his voice down. 

-Without him knowing, you heard their voices from the rocks and decided to investigate. 

-Fingon shushed his brother and looked over the rocks to check on you, only to find you standing right in front of him. You stared at each other for a moment, making him nervous, but then you smiled and greeted him with a friendly hello. 

-He was encouraged by your friendly nature, and you two began talking. 

-He did not know you thought he was just another human until he jumped from the rocks to get closer to you, and you saw his tail. He froze when you stared at his lower half with surprise, but then you began to marvel at his blue scales and fins, calling them beautiful. 

-You excitedly asked questions, and Fingon felt delighted despite feeling embarrassed when you kept touching his tail and fins. 

-You quickly became friends, and he helped you find more seashells by diving them from the seafloor. 

-When he asked why you did not seem bothered that he was a mer, you told him your parents raised you to be respectful toward everyone, even those who are a bit more unique and strange. 

-You also grew up with your grandmother's stories about meeting a mer before, so you were excited to know his kind truly existed. 

-His siblings thought he was mad for talking to you, and he got an earful from his parents when he returned home, and they found out what happened. They grounded him for a week. 

-However, Fingon could not help but come to the beach more often, especially when you were waiting for him. He suspected he would get grounded, so you didn’t mind that you had to wait a week to see him again. 

-You two would tell stories and jokes about your kin. Fingon especially liked listening to all the rumors humans had about his people. 

-You sometimes brought him sweets and fruits from the land since he was interested in trying human food, and he became addicted to the sweets and fruits. He especially liked watermelons, and you made a habit of bringing watermelons whenever you visited him. 

-He was not fond of tart things like lemons and star fruits. They reminded him of the sour oyster soup he hated as a child. 

-He enjoyed spending time with you, and as your friendship grew, he brought you a golden ribbon since you liked them and how beautifully they decorated his dark hair. It was your sign of friendship and no matter what, Fingon would always value you as a friend. 

Turgon

-Turgon preferred to follow the rules, so he didn’t swim around the beach very often. He would keep his distance and not even think about approaching the shores unless he had to babysit his siblings and keep them out of trouble. 

-He believed that humans were nothing but trouble. If that wasn't true, why would his father and all the elders keep telling that to him and all the other younger mers? 

-He would not even think about talking to a human. 

-One day, he was on babysitting duty, and one of his younger siblings was playing around too close to the rocky shores. He tried to scold them, only to get himself lost in the rocks. 

-He was frustrated by his predicament, loudly rambling and complaining about his situation as he then decided to sit on the rock to bathe in the sun for a moment. He was unaware his rambling had caught your attention. 

-You were curious when you heard someone talk since no one else visited the beach but you for your knowledge. You walked to the rocks to investigate and found a merman sitting on a rock.

-He was muttering something under his breath while you observed him, and when the muttering stopped, he turned to look at you. You stared at each other for a moment before he shrieked and swooped his tail hard to splash you with water.

-You got hit by the wave, and you stood there shocked and soaked with water while the merman silently stared at you. You then called him rude. 

-Turgon was mildly panicking. He thought some of the stories of your kind were exaggerations, but he didn’t think of them as a joke. He picked one of the seashells you dropped and threatened to hit you with it like it was some sort of weapon. 

-You tried to calm him down and explain you meant no harm. 

-Turgon was not willing to believe you, but since you looked harmless, he toned down his voice but kept his distance. 

-You two began to talk, and he asked odd questions like why you did not have razor teeth or green skin like some elders said your kind to have. It made you laugh when you asked why he believed that. 

-You decided to tease him by telling how some humans saw the merfolk as vicious sirens who lured innocent sailors away. Turgon was offended by that, so he lectured you, resulting in some small banter between you two. 

-You bantered mers being more dangerous than humans, while Turgon did the opposite. 

-Turgon felt frustrated with you, but he was relieved that you were not aggressive or vicious like how the stories made you out to be. 

-He was still weary of you, but he thanked you when you guided him out of that rock maze, and he disappeared beneath the sea. 

-He tried to forget the whole thing, but he only got more questions about your kind and sometimes went to the shore to see if you were there. 

-When you saw him again, you welcomed him with a smile and conversed with him. 

-He learned more about humans from you, and his views on them being troublesome creatures changed just a little thanks to you.

-Turgon did not like to admit it, but he was getting comfortable with you. 

-He tried to visit you just a bit, and sometimes you brought him human items and food for him to try. 

-He wasn’t planning to eat anything, but when you pestered him, he decided to try and see if some of them were so amazing like you said. Some of them tasted plan, but he grew to like tea and the almond biscuits.

-He grew to like your company, even if you irritated him, but he was afraid to consider you a friend because of the rules of his kin. 

-He did not know how his family and people would react if they found out that he had befriended a human, so he tried to see you little as possible and visit you for only educational purposes.

-He tried to limit his visits, so he would not get attached to seeing you because – Turgon knew deep down in his heart he cared about you like a friend, and it would break his heart to see you hurt if he suddenly stopped visiting you. 

-So, he tried to enjoy it while he still could. 

Aredhel

- Aredhel has always been curious about humans and never understood why she couldn’t interact with them. Of course, there were stories of how they used to attack merfolk and take their scales and tails, but those times were hundreds of years ago, so things should be different. 

-She understood the rules, but she has always been a rebel. So one day, when she was hanging out with her cousin, she spotted you picking some seashells on the beach, and her mischievous nature tempted her to sneak up on you and try to scare the living soul out of you. 

-It was troublesome to get closer to you, so she caught your attention and lured you toward the rocks where she was hiding, and when you were close enough, that’s when she made her attack. 

-You screamed when you felt someone grab on your ankle, so out of flight instinct, you dropped your seashells and kicked the perpetrator’s face. 

-Aredhel groaned when your foot made contact with her face, and she came out of her hiding spot with a swelling nose. You got angry and started angrily scolding her while trying to ease the bleeding from her nose. 

-Aredhel was snapping back at you as you sounded like her parents until she remembered you were a human, and her tail was out for your view, yet you didn’t scream or do anything like the elder mers once told her how humans would react to a mer. 

-You were pretty annoyed and agitated at that moment because all you wanted to do was pick some seashells and have a peaceful day, so when she asked about your reaction to her fishy tail. You told her you didn’t give a damn about her being a mermaid. 

-You got her interest, so she tried to make you stay and talk with her more as you tried to leave. 

-She nagged you so much that you snapped at her and asked if she would stop talking if you came to see her tomorrow. 

-It made Aredhel excited, so when she went home and spent the night. She left upon the first light of dawn and waited for you at the beach. 

-You didn’t plan to see her again. However, you didn’t like breaking promises, so you sucked in your pride and returned to the beach where she was waiting. 

-Aredhel was excited to see you again and wanted to play games with you. You first refused to enter the water, but then she pulled you in, and you got soaked from head to toe. It made you pissed, but since you got soaked – you decided to hold it in and play whatever she wanted. 

-Playing games with her was fun for a while, and then you began sharing some stories about your people, and Aredhel made you answer some old questions about humans and their habits. 

-You thought her questions were weird, but you answered and brought some stuff from the land for her to see and try. 

-Aredhel fell in love with the sour sweets and brought you some old human artifacts from her cousins’ old hideout so you could identify them and tell her what they do since not many in her home knew what they were. 

-You didn’t want to admit it, but spending time with her was starting to get fun, and you enjoyed telling her what each item did when she brought them for you to see. It was like educating an excited child. 

-You still thought she was annoying, but when she brought seals to the surface, and they were friendly, your thoughts about her being annoying vanished. 

 -You were excited to pet the seals, and their black googly eyes made you weak from the knees. They were like overgrown sea puppies, and it made you chuckle when Aredhel told you they were like their version of a hunting hound. 

-You started to see each other more often. You sometimes brought Aredhel some food and stuff to see, and she brought you some items from her home. 

-But sometimes, she liked to brag and bring her hunting trophies for you to see, and you had gotten several heart attacks when she suddenly picked up a giant squid or a shark from the water with her two bare hands. 

-You were impressed but found it quickly annoying. 

-She was no ordinary little mermaid, that’s for sure. 

Argon

-Argon has always been wary of humans. The stories about humans hunting his kind and taking their scales always made his skin crawl, even if it was an exaggeration to keep young mers in check. 

-Following Turgon's example, he avoided the land and anything related to the surface world. 

-So, when he and his siblings were swimming around the shore. He was anxious to go home since he didn’t like to spend much time near the human beach. 

-After playing hide and seek, his tail suddenly got caught in old fishing nets. 

-He went into a panic, trashing and trying to call out for his siblings, but his call ended up gaining someone else's attention, yours.

-You were picking some seashells until you were startled by someone’s calls for help. They were coming from the rocks, so you thought someone got injured, and like a decent person, you dropped everything and went to investigate, intending to help whoever was in trouble. 

- However, you did not expect to find a boy with a tail of a fish caught in old fishing nets. 

-Argon panicked when he saw you and your legs. He began to pull harder and hiss at you threateningly. You tried to calm him down since his trashing caused the nets to make cuts on his tail and lose a few scales. 

-You were taken back when he spoke to you in a threatening tone, but you did not mind and tried to convince him to let you untie him. 

-Argon was hesitant, but since he did not know any other way to get free without injuring himself. He let you approach him with a strict warning. You tried to comply and carefully started untying his tail from the nets. 

-Argon felt uncomfortable and weary as you used your fingers to open the knots and pull the threads away. 

-When you finally got the last of the nets off his tail. Argon didn't waste time and quickly swam away. You were happy and sad for a moment since the encounter was short-lived, but you hoped he would return safely to his home. 

-Argon’s siblings embraced him when they finally found him. They then panicked when they noticed the cuts on his tail and tried to coerce him to tell them what happened. 

-Argon didn’t want to get into trouble, so he told them he was clumsy and got stuck in some nets, leaving you out of the truth. 

-They were glad he was alright and finally decided to go home with him. 

-However, the encounter did not leave his mind, and he thought about how calm and gentle you were with him. You were nothing like how he imagined humans to be, and he was intrigued even though he did not want to admit it. 

-He sometimes came to the shore to see if you were there and when he saw you again. He decided to approach you. 

-You were startled when you saw him, but you quickly smiled and greeted him. Argon felt reluctant for a moment, but he mustered the courage to return your greeting. 

-You asked about his well-being and tail, and he felt courageous enough to tell you that his tail had healed from the cuts and decided to ask you some questions. 

-You were calm with him and answered his questions even if they were odd. 

-You asked questions about his people to keep it fair and when Argon felt comfortable enough with you. You two ended up talking throughout the day. 

-Argon enjoyed talking to you even though he most likely shouldn't have because you were a human, and it was forbidden for mers to interact with humans. He shouldn’t even be there. 

-You introduced him to human items and foods, and he grew to like the fruits and berries you brought from the forest. Apples and pomegranates being his favorite so far. 

-He thought about returning the favor and bringing some sweets and foods from his home, which turned out to be too sweet or sour for you. You tasted a little cake but had to spit it out immediately because it was salty as the sea. 

-Argon felt terrible about it, but you quickly brushed it off with a smile. It seemed the merfolk food tasted stronger than human food. 

-He started seeing you more often, and you would always wait at the same shore with a smile. 

-You sometimes go swimming together, and Argon enjoys bringing you to see some dolphin pods, which sometimes end up in playtime with them. 

-Argon knew he shouldn’t do this, but he couldn’t help it because he grew to like your company. It was thanks to you his views on humans had changed. 

-He was still weary of them when you told him some people were nasty by heart and would do anything for wealth and power. But he now believed there were good humans too. 

Fingolfin

-Fingolfin was a stickler for the rules, so Turgon most likely got that from him. 

-He felt weary about the humans and the surface world. He heard all the stories about how they used to hunt his kin thousands of years ago and how the surface world was full of strange creatures. And because of all those stories, he preferred to stay away from the shores. 

-However, there were those times when he had to break the rules, and this time it happened on the shores. 

-He was with Feanor, who had an odd habit of coming to the shore to think and sketch his new inventions and ideas for jewelry. 

-He always felt uncomfortable watching the lands from the rocks, waiting for a human or something else to happen, so he tried to convince Feanor to come back with him. However, since his brother was stubborn as a shark, the two ended up in a  banter that attracted someone’s attention. 

-You were startled when you heard the two argue. It was loud and like something you would usually hear from two arguing siblings. 

-You thought about leaving them alone since they were probably just two brothers having a banter, but when you heard them from the rocks and odd splashing sounds, you got curious and a little concerned. People usually avoid the rocky parts of the shore due to the currents and waves, so you decided to check if the two brothers were alright. 

-Feanor and Fingolfin froze when they heard someone call out to them from the land. Feanor took a quick look, then dropped down, telling Fingolfin it was a human. Fingolfin panicked when he saw a frightened look on Feanor’s face. 

-The younger mer asked what they should do, and Feanor snapped at him while trying to be silent, which led to another banter between them. 

-When you got closer and called out to them again, the banter stopped. 

-When you asked if anything was alright, you heard one of them answering and telling you everything was well. 

-Fingolfin was silently panicking as he watched Feanor answering your calls and questions while the two hid behind the rocks. Interacting with humans was forbidden, and here – they were, talking to one. Their father was not going to be pleased about this. 

-Feanor managed to assure you everything was well, and you decided to leave after making sure there was no emergency. You told them to be careful and call you if there was something since you were picking seashells on the beach. 

-Fingolfin was marveled by Feanor’s coercion skills and anxious since you were not leaving the shore, so there was still a high risk of being seen. It was only by luck you thought they were humans and didn’t see their tails. 

-Fingolfin tried to convince Feanor to leave, and he cursed under his breath when Feanor wanted to observe you like a rare fish. 

-Feanor was quickly irritated by him, and the two snapped at each other while trying to be quiet, which did not work since you could hear them. 

-You were confused when they talked about you like you were some rare animal, and you felt like something was not right, so you decided to investigate and silently sneak up on them. 

-You were silent and careful when you sneaked behind the rocks. You used their banter to your advantage, and when you finally found them, you were stunned. You had never thought you would see a real merman, so you stared with shock as the two mers argued about leaving and observing. 

-Fingolfin had no idea you already saw them till Feanor went quiet and stared at something behind him. When he turned, you three began awkwardly staring at each other. You were still trying to comprehend the realness of the situation, but when they saw you, it became an awkward silence. 

-” Ummm…hi,” You waved. 

-Fingolfin shrieked and swept his tail to splash you hard with water, and he succeeded as the force of the wave knocked you off the rocks. You yelped as the water hit you, and you dropped your seashells. 

-When it was silent after your fall, Fingolfin and Feanor decided to check on you and found you knocked out on a rock, your seashells all around you. You were soaked, and it looked like sea stars were spinning above your head. 

-Feanor then congratulated and told Fingolfin he killed you. 

-Fingolfin could only groan at the remarks and asked what they should do since you were unconscious and it would be wrong to leave you alone on the rocks.

-Feanor suggested he should probably wait till you woke up, then proceeded to leave Fingolfin alone with you. 

-Fingolfin cursed his half-brother when he suddenly got left alone with you. There was no doubt Feanor would tell their father and get him into trouble for breaking the rules. He could follow him and prevent it from happening, but he would leave you alone with possible dangers. 

-He thought it was immoral to leave you, especially when you were unconscious and possibly injured by his mistake. Not to mention all the predators that could take the chance to eat you if he left you alone. 

-He decided to go against all the rules and wait till you woke up, and it took some time before you finally woke up. 

-You woke up with a terrible headache, and your seashells scattered all around you. You were confused and almost forgot what happened till you saw Fingolfin, and he explained what happened to you. 

-You thanked him for watching over you and tried to have a small talk with him, but he was already leaving after apologizing to you for what happened. 

-You were persistent in talking to him since you were excited and tried to make him stay a bit longer, which confused and unnerved him. 

-However, when you spoke about some rumors and myths about the merfolk. It got Fingolfin’s attention, and he decided to ask about them. 

-When he heard preposterous rumors and ideas about the merfolk, he was a little offended by some of the assumptions and decided to educate you on what was true and what was not. 

-You listened as he told you about his kin, and time began to pass since he got caught up listening to you when you talked about your kin and confirmed rumors some mers had about humans. 

-He was surprised at how pleasant it was to talk with you and how similar some humans were with merfolk. He was relieved when you told them the stories about humans hunting merfolk and scales were old stories of the past, and nowadays, humans don’t believe merfolks exist, so it was relatively safe. 

-Fingolfin then panicked when he saw the sundown and realized he had overstayed. 

-He quickly dived back into the water and bid you farewell, but when you asked if you would ever see him again – he hesitated. It was rather fun talking with you, and his views on humans had changed thanks to you, but there was still that feeling he should not interact with you. 

-The rules were rules, and it was probably only for the best. 

-When he told you his reasons, you nodded with understanding and thanked him for the experience of meeting him. You promised you’ll say nothing about him or his kin to other humans, not that anyone would believe you. 

-You would have liked listening to him more about his kin, but if it was for the best, you do not talk to each other– you’ll not push it. 

-Fingolfin was glad and trusted your words. You bid goodbye, and he returned to his home in Tirion. 

-He got into trouble as anticipated, but after telling his father what happened and how he only stayed behind to make sure you were alright. His father was lenient enough to understand and let him go with only a warning, which displeased Feanor. 

-Fingolfin couldn't forget about you for some time. You were curious and kind, unlike other humans and those he had conjured in his mind. You felt safe to be around, so he felt a bit disappointed by the rules for the first time in his life. 

-He will be forever grateful to you because after talking with you, he was proud to say he knew more about humans than Feanor did because Feanor only knew what books and other mers told him. His dear half-older brother wanted to know what happened and what you told him, so he kept his mouth shut, and Feanor was left frustrated. It was enjoyment Fingolfin had not felt in a long time. 

-However, like his brother. He would have liked to know more about humans from you.

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hello M! Requesting Fingolfin x reader with the prompt horseback riding please! Fluff and sfw thanks!

I hope you like this!

“Through starlit fields”

Pairing: Fingolfin x Reader (elf/second person POV) | Location: Fields just outside Tirion upon Túna

Themes: Soft / SFW

Warnings: None

Word count: 400 - 500 words

Summary: Fingolfin agrees to ride up to a little hill believed to be the home of sprites.

A/n: Inspiration for sprites- The book of lost tales.

As the stars burned brightly in the sky, Fingolfin rode on, certain that you were beside him. There was nothing to be heard but the soft sigh of high grasses swaying in the wind and the murmur of a stream nearby. Winding paths and verdant fields filled with flowers—their pale faces limned with starlight—lay all around. 

Fingolfin took a deep breath of clean, sweet-smelling air and declared, "Glorious, is it not?" 

He peered over his shoulder when you did not reply and found you far behind him, beside a grove full of little trees and new blooms. Fingolfin turned his steed around and rode to you, his curiosity piquing when you dismounted and strode towards the trees.

"Y/n," he calls softly. "We must not tarry. My lord father expects us both to attend the feast."

Fingolfin gave you a measured look upon dismounting, thinking it best to refuse. He had offered to take you horseback riding through the beautiful starlit fields just beyond the borders of Tirion, but it had to come to an end. The appointed hour for the feast his father had planned to celebrate Finarfin taking Eärwen to wife was almost at hand, and neither of you could delay. 

"I know. But look!" You cry and point towards a grassy knoll in the distance. "I hear the sprites of woods and trees dwell there. May we go there? Please?" 

"We can always come back after the feast is over," he replied, not unkindly.  

Your plea may have been brief, but it was potent enough to sway him.

"I know, but it would not feel the same," you implore with soft, entreating eyes. "Only for a little while. Just this once. Please."

"Of course," you answer gratefully. "And thank you."

"I could never deny you." Fingolfin laughed indulgently and mounted his horse in one smooth movement, one that you hoped to master someday. He waited for you to do the same. "Very well. Lead on!"

The horses trotted slowly over a winding path that had aged with time. Roots and vines and wildflowers had pushed through the stone, and other parts had fallen through. Fingolfin kept a steady hand on the reins of your horse, for you were but a novice still. 

"There." Fingolfin slowed the horses until they stopped at the foot of the knoll and whispered. "Over there. Do you see that?"

Tiny orbs of gold and yellow light danced on branches and hovered over leaves, and the sounds they made were barely louder than a gentle murmur.

Your eyes grow wide with awe. The sprites flitted from leaf to leaf, their light sparkling like the light of the stars, and sang and called out to each other, paying no mind to the elves that stood not far from their home. And you did not go further, content to stay and watch and listen. Fingolfin turned to you, and his gaze softened even more when he found you enraptured by the sight before your eyes.

"We can stay here a little longer," he decides after a moment of silent reflection. "And then we must leave."

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[lovefairymina]

*Curls up in Fingolfin's lap*

Don't mind me, I'm just going to take a little nap

Staring at you perplexingly, he tilted his head from side to side as you fitted your small body in his lap and curled up, completely unbothered. He blinked once, then twice before blinking in series as he opened his mouth to protest. “You are the strangest big cat I've ever seen melda,” he humorously whispered.

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[theelvenhaven]

Post Party Confessions

Part 2 

Fingolfin x Reader

1.6k words

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The following morning Ñolofinwë paced quietly in a long empty aisle of the library. Thinking back on how finally he had confessed his feelings to you. It made his heart soar with excitement to start this courtship with you.

Though he wished he had been sober to have properly asked you, yet he had been a drunken fool before you. Ñolofinwë couldn’t have been any more grateful for how gracious you had been in receiving his drunken affections and words of confession. 

Ñolofinwë was also grateful he had enough of his wits about him to not do anything terribly foolish regarding you. Drunkenly confessing everything was embarrassing enough, scorning you with overzealous affections would’ve been worse. He simply sighed out.

Feeling another blush rise to his face as he had thought more of you, Ñolofinwë simply couldn’t get you off his mind. He smiled faintly to himself at the very idea that he would be able to see you today and plan for a dinner between the two of you. To celebrate the new and budding courtship, and to properly dote on you while he was in his right mind. 

But it was the sounds of his brothers voice that filled the library that pulled him from those thoughts. Dread falling into his stomach like a heavy lead weight as he realized that he would need to tell Fëanaro that he was courting you now… Surely it would just make the rivalry between the two of them worse. It was selfishly dragging you right in the middle of it and Ñolofinwë realized that he had unintentionally made you choose between the two of them. 

You rounded the corner at the other end of the long line of bookcases, with a book in hand ready to return it to it’s place on one of these shelves. Hardly paying any attention when you caught the sight of Ñolofinwë standing there with a rather stern look on his face. Regardless you smiled as you made your move to approach, seeing that his attention was peering out from the aisle, almost like he was hiding. 

Gently you brushed against him, leaning over to look out of the aisle. If you startled Ñolofinwë at your sudden arrival, he hid it very well. 

“Who are we hiding from?” You asked in a soft voice seeing that there was secrecy here it felt best to use a gentle tone. Ñolofinwë let out a breath of amusement at your question before bringing a hand up to brush his long black hair back and away from his face. He couldn’t help but return the smile seeing how you gave him one, it was breathtaking and Ñolofinwë couldn’t get enough of it. 

“My brother I am afraid…” He confessed honestly to you, and you hummed at his words. Knowing full and well about the feud between the two of them. It was no secret that Fëanaro couldn’t stand Ñolofinwë and that Ñolofinwë tried his best to get on his brother's good side to no avail. Mostly you stayed out of it, but you supposed now it was somewhat of your concern. 

“Is there a particular reason as to why?” You asked him, moving over to the shelf to place the book upon it, as Ñolofinwë leaned against the bookshelf adjacent to where you were at. He sighed out for a moment trying to think about how to explain it to you exactly, but he figured there was no delicate way to put it. 

“Well Y/N to be frank, I do not think Fëanaro will not be happy with us courting.” Ñolofinwë said, bringing a hand up to rub his chin as he quietly thought further. You frowned at his words, turning to look at him. Ñolofinwë watched you as you did so, seeing the gears turning in your mind. 

“Will that… be a problem for us to be together?” You asked him in earnest, but quickly Ñolofinwë shook his head, standing up straight to approach you. His hands coming to the side of your arms to gently rub with care, 

“No, not between us. I just fear that I have dragged you into the feud I wanted to keep you out of.” He sighed as he looked down at you. Slowly you nodded in understanding what you were hearing. But you concluded mentally to yourself, it was worth being dragged into this feud if that meant you got to be with Ñolofinwë. 

“Then you are trying to figure out how to tell him we are courting?” You asked him, raising a brow watching as Ñolofinwë began to nod, sliding his hands down to grab yours. Wanting to have some part of you that he was holding and being close with in this private moment. 

“Yes, but all I can picture is him yelling at me regardless of how I try to break it to him.” Ñolofinwë confessed to you with a heavy sigh, trying not to let his shoulders fall and look defeated. He truly wanted this to go on pain free for everyone involved, especially regarding you. Ñolofinwë didn’t want you to be on the receiving end of Fëanaro’s wrath, certainly not at his expense. 

You simply smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, knowing exactly what it was you needed to do. You’d tell Fëanaro yourself, and Ñolofinwë could just be present for the whole thing. If Fëanaro got angry then it would at least be directed at you and not him as terrifying as it would be. Though you knew your friend to be understanding and considerate of your feelings versus how Ñolofinwë knew his brother. 

“Then I shall tell him.” You said softly and held his hand snugly moving around him and pulling him along before he could have time to argue with you about the idea. Though as soon as you two emerged holding hands, Ñolofinwë was trying to put on the brakes and gently was calling your name to try and stop you but you simply kept going. 

You walked down the long aisle, coming to another book case that you had seen Fëanaro dive in between in search of something. Easily finding the Prince standing at the shelf with a heavy book in hand, quietly skimming over the pages, 

“Prince Fëanaro, may we speak?” You said in a warm tone with a friendly smile, for a moment Fëanaro peered up from his book. His eyes immediately landing on his brother for a long moment, unbeknownst to you there was a fire burning behind them. Then looking to where your hands were joined and then to you. Hiding the smoldering anger at the sight of his friend hand in hand with his nuisance of a brother.

“Of course, my friend. What is it?” He said, immediately tearing his eyes back to his book, flipping the page and paying neither of you any mind at this point. Simply waiting for you to say what you needed, 

“Ñolofinwë asked me to court him last night, to which I said yes.” You smiled, the excitement was clear in your voice. For a moment there was silence, Fëanaro slowly closed his book, turning to face you both. His eyes focused solely on you, and for a moment you felt completely transparent, like the ner was looking right through you. 

“Are you happy with that?�� Fëanaro asked, tilting his head sending black hair trailing down his shoulder and arms as he watched you curiously. Seeing you continue to give him a genuine and happy smile as you gave Ñolofinwë’s hand a squeeze of reassurance. 

“I am very happy with that.” You answered him in earnest, and for a moment Ñolofinwë saw a faint but pleased expression on his brother's face at your answer. Sending some relief through him that it was such a positive reaction. Except as his pale but very bright blue eyes moved to look at him the expression wavered, a promise of retribution to come later, but they didn’t stay on him long. 

“Good. Then I am happy for you Y/N.” Fëanaro said, moving to open his book again. Emphasizing on you and not on you and Ñolofinwë.

“Thank you my friend.” You answered him and Ñolofinwë wanted to ask if that was it? Was that really all his brother had to say? But Ñolofinwë knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when his brother’s approval was the gift horse. Nor did he miss the glare and wrath that would certainly be shouldered on him later, he’d take the good mood reply with you present, rather than your spirits being crushed.

“If you’ll excuse me there is reading I must catch up on.” Fëanaro said and with that he turned his attention back to his book. Gently you began to pull Ñolofinwë back through the library before you felt him tug you into another empty aisle between the book cases. Ñolofinwë felt as high as a cloud with joy that you both had his brother's approval. It was such a rarity!

“Thank you for that Y/N… He certainly took it better coming from you.” Ñolofinwë whispered, letting his shoulders slack in relief and you smiled. Moving in closer to him, standing on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It was of no issue, I am happy to help mediate if I can. But I am afraid I must get back to work Ñolo.” You said to him almost with a sad note of having to part from him, you certainly wished you could spend all day with him. But alas you couldn’t. 

“Before you go… I would like to invite you to dinner tonight in the main gardens. It will be just the two of us.” Ñolofinwë said quickly not wanting to miss out on the opportunity to do so now, he watched as you gave him another charming and bright smile nodding at his words. It was certainly a wish that came true for you. 

“I would love that. I will see you tonight then.” You said leaning up again to press another kiss to his cheek, before finally you pulled away from him completely. Ñolofinwë only watched with joy as you departed from him, now he too could attend to his own duties with confidence and though having to look over his shoulder. It was worth it. You were worth it.

He couldn’t wait for this evening, already desiring to be back in your company. 

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