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doodle-pops · 1 year

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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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cambion-companion · 1 year

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Hugging the Elves (blorbos)

Elrond ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Elrond is a healer, of both body and heart. His home of Rivendell is where those blessed enough to gain entry find refuge for their spirit. Elrond would hug like a father comforting his child, he would wrap you into a secure embrace. He smells like familiar spices and fresh warm cloth as you bury your head against his shoulder. The long sleeves of his robes wrap around your body and offer solace under their weight. He will smile down at you gently, a fond crinkling around his eyes full of wisdom and starlight.

Glorfindel

Sunshine incarnate, Glorfindel's hugs are enthusiastic and don't be surprised if he lifts you into his arms and twirls you around once or twice, especially if he has been on errantry and not seen you for a while. His long golden hair would get in both your faces and he would laugh, bell-like, as he gently brushes it away. He smells of a fresh summer breeze carrying the light scents of flowers and evergreen trees as you press your cheek to his chest. I also see him as being fond of taking your face in his hands, enjoying looking into your eyes and reading your emotions there. When you are in need of comfort be assured Glorfindel will always be ready to offer you a warm embrace as you bask in his glowing presence. His very touch is enough to chase away any creeping darkness from your mind. (yes I am madly in love with him can you not tell)

Arwen

Arwen doesn't hug very many people, so when she opens her arms to you it is a gift indeed. She smells of lilac and midsummer nights spent by the lake under the stars. Her hair is as soft as goose-down and the gossamer of her sleeves slips between your fingers. She holds the back of your head lightly as you lean against her, closing your eyes and enjoying the feel of her chin tucked against your head. Arwen will also peer into your eyes, as they are windows to your soul, and give you a soft understanding smile before engaging you in light conversation and laughter.

Thranduil

(as a brief aside, I do not at all like the characterization of Thranduil in the movies as they turned him into King Thingol of Doriath who is much different in temperament. thus, this will be based on his book self)

Thranduil is regal and guarded, yet he has a warmth about him you have grown accustomed to receiving from the Elves. Like Arwen he does not embrace others readily, but will receive your affection with a broad smile and happy chuckle. His hands placed securely on your upper back as you lean against him, breathing in his scent of juniper berries and pine. This hug will be brief but meaningful and leave you feeling elated and refreshed. He will then invite you to dine with them and perhaps accompany his folk into the forest to dance and frolic to the sound of harpists and singing.

Legolas

Legolas is full of laughter and wit and will accept your hug with joy, squeezing you tight against him as he ruffles your hair about in an affectionate manner. You bury your face into the crook of his neck and inhale the smell of leather and woodsmoke. He will hold you against him for as long as you wish, even rocking you side to side if you remain in his arms for long. When you do pull away Legolas will grasp your forearms and beam at you, making a witty comment, his countenance brightening when you laugh.

Finrod

(Yes, I have to include this golden boy)

The first among Elves to befriend humans, even the first to see them, Finrod has a special place in his heart for his mortal friends. He loves giving and receiving hugs and will wrap you in his arms readily and with reverence. His golden hair tickles your face and he laughs, looking down at you as you scrunch your nose at the sensation. Finrod smells of the ocean winds that form the waves and the carpet of moss that covers forest floors. He is Valinor mixed with Middle Earth, belonging to both and yet neither. There is a sadness to his grip as he brushes a stray hair from your face after you pull away. But as ever with his kin the sadness in his eyes swiftly turns over to mirth and he takes your hand before pulling you along with him to your next adventure.

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lamemaster · 4 months

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Love her, not me

Request: Hey I love your writing! Really like your finrod works I love him with an edain reader and I think the potential internal conflict with him about amarie and reader would be so juicy??? "Do I wait for my past elven lover who will be with me for eternity? Or explore this new love with an edain who will leave me eventually." THE DRAMA

Pairing: Finrod x Reader

Genre: Angst and ✨DRAMA✨

AN: This has been coming a long time I am sorry for the delay. I hope you like it anon💕

"Don't be so nice to me, it might get my hopes up." You push away the cup of tea presented in front of you.

Seated next to you Finrod's smile freezes at your words. An awkward but perfectly diplomatic smile settles on his lips. It is unlike the one you have come to love.

The king of Nargothrond clears his throat, his eyes wandering all over the room. Landing anywhere but at you. Perhaps it was too much to even look you in the eye. "It is merely tea between friends. We are still friends are we not?" He asks, his voice meek. It is different from the elf who manages to charm every race on the face of Arda.

"Friends do not cancel meetings to meet up for tea, friends do not insist on meeting alone; devoid of any other company." Your words are sharp. They seem to cut the air laden with tension between you both. "And we Finrod can never just be friends. My heart won't allow that without stringing itself to foolish hope."

This marked your last chanced meeting with the King of Nargothrond.

Falling for Finrod Felagund was foolish but also foolishly easy. It was easy to forget that the world did not revolve around him. He, who was magnificent compared to any other creature to walk on the face of Arda, was not the center of the world. A presence too perfect that it felt as if Eru himself had taken the pain of shaping every inch of him.

So, yes you fell in love with him. It was inevitable. But you never intended it to be anything more than the burden of your own heart. You were afterall too prideful to confess to him like every other stary-eyed Edain.

Your entire time was devoted to transcribing the oral legends of your language to his while keeping your eyes from staring at him for too long. But somehow, your eyes met with his smiling ones. A fragment of the moment that you wished to never have happened.

The sole moment was enough to tug the King of Nargothrond by your side. What started as a conversation about rolling r’s lent itself into debates, evening strolls, sharing books, watching him play a harp, tracing constellations until the stars led your hand into his. And it fit so perfectly. As if it was made to be held by him.

The path from fingertips to the caress of lips was a slippery slope. It felt too right to cradle his face in your palms and feel his lips on yours. His curls slipped into your fingers settling into your palms softly.

You were eager. You wanted it more than anything else. Perhaps it was the eagerness of possessing that kind of love, that blinded you.

But it did not take long for the sweetness of your kiss to turn into the bitterness of the realization. Your love was doomed to perish from its conception. The celebration of Finrod’s reciprocity to your affection was dulled by a growing ache of the truth that he was not yours. You had known it. The King of Nargothrond had a lover waiting back in the blessed lands.

You pulled away from him. Your hands slipped off from his curls. Your heart had protested every single movement that took you away from him. You ached to be closer despite the abyss of truth between you and him.

However, more painfull the look of horror on Finrod’s face or how he had stormed off leaving you alone. It was a rejection that came with the broken hope of acceptance.

For weeks you did not see him. Those felt the heaviest of your mortal life. So, you busied yourself in finishing your work during the days and blacked out drunk at night. But even a glimpse of him seemed to evade you.

Bundling your misery into the fevor of finishing your labor, you stained your hands with ink. There wasn’t much that you could offer him but your absence. Then so be it. Finrod would never have to remember you or the insignificant kiss that centuries could bury into a forgotten memory.

You were ready to give him the present of your absence, until he showed up. Just the sight of him had deluded your mind into thinking perhaps…he too felt something.

But the Finrod who returned was different. He returned with an oblivion to whatever had transpired between you both. As all your heartache was a construct of your own making. For a fleeting moment you believed it.

He greeted you with a warm smile, the same smile that once marked the beginning of your friendship to him. It was as if the pages of time had turned, erasing the chapters of heartache and leaving only the ink of indifference.

"You seem to have been quite occupied in my absence," he remarked, glancing at the scattered parchments and ink-stained hands that bore witness to the agony you had poured into your work.

Your heart, which had dared to hope, now sank like a stone. The weight of his obliviousness pressed upon you, and you realized that the love that had gripped your soul had failed to leave a lasting mark on his memory.

With a forced smile, you replied, "Yes, I've been immersed in my tasks. A distraction, if you will." The bitterness of those words hung in the air, a subtle reminder of the wounds that refused to heal.

He could have fooled you, if not for the foreign distance that loomed between you both. Opting for the seat farthest from you, he did not pour over your work like he always did. He still laughed and rambled passionately about the characters of ancient legends but it was contained. It was King of Nargothrond not Finrod you had to yourself for a second of your life.

You played along the role he assigned you. A friend, a coworker, nothing more. It was better this way.

The distancing should have stirred anger within you, should have humiliated your pride, but instead, it became a silent torment that gnawed at your soul. Nights were spent in solitude, your mind spinning with futile thoughts of how to bridge the gap, how to reclaim the love that had slipped through your fingers.

In the quiet moments, when the world slept, your heart wrestled with the demons of longing. You crafted scenarios in your mind, scenarios where the King of Nargothrond melted away, and Finrod, with the sparkle in his eyes and the warmth in his smile, returned to you.

Perhaps his cruelty would have harderened your heart. Stripped you of irrsupressable longing had the slivers of his own desire not slipped into your meeting with him.

Finrod was subtle in his desperation, a master at concealing the traces of his own desire. A mere mortal might not have detected the nuances, the subtle shifts in his gaze, the hesitation in his voice, or the way his fingers lingered on the pages of your work. But your heart, fueled by its own yearning, became a relentless seeker of any sign, any glimmer of reciprocation.

The unexpected errands, the discussions about tea, the orchestrated crossings of your paths—each encounter with Finrod seemed to hold the promise of something more, yet every meeting left you with the bitter taste of a friendship that refused to evolve.

In a moment of desperate rebellion against the unending cycle of longing and unfulfilled desires, you threw yourself into the arms of a random stranger who happened to approach you during dinner. It was a bold move, driven by the need to sever the invisible threads that bound you to the King of Nargothrond.

You felt his eyes on you, a gaze that had become a constant presence in your life. The decision to embrace the arms of another was not driven by the desire for a new connection but rather a desperate attempt to shake Finrod from his silent yearning. It was a calculated move, a ploy to force him to confront the reality of your actions.

As the stranger engaged you in conversation, you played along, allowing the charade to unfold. Finrod's gaze, once filled with a subtle longing, now bore witness to a scene that shattered the illusion of exclusivity. It was a painful spectacle, a dagger aimed at the heart of a love that had become entangled in a web of unspoken words.

You wrapped your arms around the stranger whose name felt awkward on your tongue. You let the man whisper filth in your ears. Words that could have been loud enough for Finrod to hear. You let his hands roam all over you. And then while you could still feel Finrod’s gaze glaring at you, you led the man to your room.

You spent the night with him breaking all and every chance of ever attaining love you desired the most. Even as the man held your body, kissed your lips, you could not help but wonder how he, the one you love, would have done it.

Finrod would have been more gentle, he would have never degraded you with the speech the man used taking you for an easy catch. He would perhaps have held you hand. But you don’t know. You will never know.

The tears that flow down your face that night are not of pleasure but of sorrow. Even as your body trembles with pleasure, your heart feels nothing but the pain of the hurt you have caused him.

After kicking out the stranger from your room, you lay back down on the sweat soaked sheets that smelled nothing like what you had once hoped for.

You made the choice for him. You have surrendered to the fair elleth who waits for your beloved seas apart. The fates have played as they were set to do. He will be happier next to her, you tell yourself. He had to be.

Someone out of you both had to find joy. It had to be him.

In the final moments of Finrod's breath, his eyes remained fixed on you. There, right beside him, you kissed his wounds with gentle lips, a tender gesture in the face of impending darkness.

"You are one stubborn elf, Nom," you chuckled, your arms wrapping around him. In this moment, nothing held you back from him. In the passing moments of death, you could love him freely, even if only as a figment in his mind.

“I love you,” he whispered aloud, a confession that resonated through the darkness of Angband. Your kisses paused, surprise flickering in your eyes even within the dream. “I love you so much that I cannot stop. I tried,” tears streaked down his cheeks. “I tried not to love you. I stopped Aegnor, but I myself could not resist. I still love you very much.” Ages worth of grievances and confessions spilled from his lips.

You wiped away his tears with hands that still held the fragrance of ink and paper. “I love you, Finrod. There is no other reason for my existence but to love you,” you spoke, tilting his chin to kiss him once more. “All my actions, all my motivations have been for nothing but you.” He knew it better than anyone.

He had known it, and the knowledge cut deeper than any wound. His inability to act on his feelings had led you to make a choice, a choice to bow to a man you never loved.

Bleeding out on the freezing ground, Finrod, the firstborn of Arafinwe, dreamed not of Valinor, his siblings, his parents on nether shores, or of Amarie as you both had wished. His dreams were of you. In those dreams, Finrod leaned into the warmth of your hands, which seemed to numb his pain and replace it with the thrumming pleasure of your touch. In those dreams, he could finally love you without the constraints of the waking world.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #finrod x reader #finrod felagund #bro angst #unrequited love #oomph

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 10 months

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I would love to request a dominate NSFW one shot with Finrod and Thranduil with a fem human reader. Like maybe Finrod comes back like Glorfindel did and he settles in Mirkwood or something.

I hope this serves. And thank you for the idea of Finrod in Mirkwood. This has given me inspiration for fics involving Finrod and Mirkwood.

"Shared pleasures”

Pairing: Finrod x Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Human / Second Person POV)

Themes: Smut (Lemon)

Wordcount: 1.3k words

Summary: You accept Thranduil and Finrod’s offer to spend the night with them.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥 Minors DNI | 18+

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It was a night of many dark and wanton acts.

"Such a sweet songbird, is she not?" Thranduil glanced at his companion, a golden-haired elf living in Mirkwood for nearly half a year.

"She most certainly is." Finrod, the elf spoken of in stories and legends, agreed. "Perhaps we should get her to sing a little more."

The Elvenking's lips possessed yours before you could even speak. It was a slow, languorous kiss, one that was filled with sweet promises. A hand gripped your chin, pulling you the other way. The kiss that followed was more teeth and tongue. The grip on your chin tightened. It was Finrod. You opened your eyes and found a pair of burning blue orbs staring right back at you, as if wanting to devour you.

Finrod had been tainted by the beast he slew with his bare hands and teeth at Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Its blood left a mark he had to bear during his return to Middle-earth. Only when he returned to Valinor for all time would this taint be removed. He pulled away, the light in his eyes dimming a little. He did not want to go too far and hurt you.

"Go on, little bird," he urged, "attend the king."

You turned to the king, anticipation coursing through your veins. Thranduil's kiss was soft and gentle, one that invited submission. Sinful lips that tasted of honey and wine opened over yours. You sighed and slipped your arms around his shoulders, whimpering when he palmed the soft swell of your breasts. He teased, gently at first, before pressing harder and harder.

Soft, ragged gasps made him groan. He dipped his head, eager to taste. The sensation of his tongue along the expanse of your skin made you cry wantonly and arch into him. Finrod was intoxicated by the sound.

"You are a little songbird," He cooed, watching and listening, stroking himself, eager for his turn. When Thranduil moved lower, leaving a damp trail all over your body, he took his chance and kissed you again.

His was a kiss that demanded submission instead of merely asking for it. It was violent and bruising and left you wanting for air. Finrod wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing gently every few moments. The pleasure of it all—him controlling your every breath and Thranduil’s lips settling over your clit was too much. You moaned again, deeply, and repeatedly. Thranduil pushed his tongue deep inside, fucking you with it one moment, then running it flat against your slit another moment. You could barely think. Your nails dug into the sheets, threatening to rip into them when jolts of pleasure licked up your spine. You were close, so very close. You could hear Thranduil’s grunts now. He rested his arm over your belly to stop you from squirming. He feasted on the warmth of your flesh and the sweetness that spilled onto his lips and tongue. It was slow and sensual, just as you would expect it to be. Your hands released their deathlike grip on the sheets and glided over silver-gold hair. Thranduil moaned when he felt the tips of your fingers grazing his scalp.

"I could spend all day like between your legs," he whispered, his eyes flicking up to yours. "Truly, little bird. I cannot get enough of how wonderful you taste."

He eagerly dipped again, bringing you closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. But Thranduil was in no rush. As soon as you began to tremble, your babbles peppering the air, he pulled away with parting kisses to the insides of your thighs.

The sensation of being brought so close and then denied was overwhelming. You were given no moment to gather yourself. Finrod moved over you, taking over where Thranduil left off.

"Spread those legs," he ordered. "And keep your eyes on me."

You did as he commanded. His eyes burned bright when your arms held onto his back and your legs rested over his hips.

There would be no tenderness with him, not when the mark of the beast reared its head and overtook him. Finrod’s lips captured yours in a heated frenzy. He growled softly when your nails dug into his flesh. It undid him, and he dove into your core without warning, filling you up completely.

"You were made for me," he hissed while thrusting. "You were made for us. Say it, little bird."

You willingly echoed his words. "I am made for you… the both of you."

Finrod chuckled wickedly. Thranduil pulled you in for a kiss. His lips and tongue still tasted of you. Finrod pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach, making it all the easier. He lifted your hips and took you from behind, moaning with delight when your cunt clenched around his cock. You propped yourself on your elbows, whimpering every time he pulled his hips back and pushed in, when he grabbed onto your hand and gently pulled on it so he could go deeper. He was big. So big. Pain mingled with pleasure every time he sheathed his cock in your cunt.

"There my lord," you mewled when he found that place that gave you unimaginable pleasure. "Right there my lord... oh my stars!"

Thranduil pulled you up until you were on your hands and knees. He wanted to do more than just watch.

"Open that pretty little mouth; I want to fuck it." He caressed your cheek with one hand, holding it firmly while he guided his cock into your open mouth. When he moaned, "You are such a pleasure to use," shivers went down your spine.

This was what you wanted—all of what you wanted. Thranduil and Finrod made it plain over supper that they intended to ruin you this night; all you had to do was say the word, and they would see to the rest. You had caught their eye while serving them, and they wished to know more of you. Whatever you wanted them to do, they would do. It thrilled you. Having two high elven lords ask you, a mortal no less, to share pleasures with them was something you had never even dreamed of. You agreed to their terms. When you did not care for something, all you had to do was say it, and they stopped without complaint. And now…

Now you did not want either of them to stop.

Finrod’s nails dug into your skin. He wanted to fill you with his seed. It was all he could think of the entire time. He went deeper and harder and faster, growing drunk on skin slapping against skin. His muscles coiled. Sweet tension grew in his belly as need whipped at him like new coils. One hard thrust and that sweet tension snapped. Finrod grunted when his orgasm ripped through him. He continued fucking you until your own release overcame you, groaning every time he felt your cunt milk his cock.

Thranduil was just as relentless. He relished the feel of your lips around his cock and your tongue running along his shaft. He felt the tension building within him. He was close. He wanted nothing more than to spill his seed in your mouth. He pulled on your hair and threw his head back, mouth open in a half-moan, half-whimper. Warmth washed over your tongue when he came.

"Swallow," he ordered, his voice thick and hoarse. "Good, little bird."

You felt strangely empty when they pulled out of you and laid you in bed. Your body was still humming when Finrod rested against you, his nose buried in your hair. You could only sigh dreamily when he mumbled sweet praises in your ear. He told how proud he was of you, praised you for listening and doing all that was asked of you. Thranduil left the bed and brought you water, whispering soothing words while you drank. He joined the two of you not long after.

They asked you to join them again the next night, the night after that, and the night after that. You had only one answer. Yes.

#thranduil #thranduil smut #finrod #finrod smut #thranduil x reader #finrod x reader #thranduil x finrod x reader #x reader #x reader insert #reader insert request #thranduil imagine #finrod imagine #fanfiction #writeblr #💫a world of whimsy writes

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animatorweirdo · 7 months

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Imagine rescuing Finrod with your dragon

Link for the First headcanon

Requested by Anon

Hi Animator Weirdo! Might I request a one shot/mini fic where Ann (Ancalagon) and reader go and save Finrod and Beren, trash Sauron’s place and maybe even steal a silmaril later on? Thank you! And congratulations on the 500 followers! 🎉🥳

( I only recently realized you wanted a one shot kind of fic. I'm sorry. I ended up making a mixed headcanon/one shot, so I hope you still like it)

Warnings: mentions of Celegorm and Curufin being a pair of bricks, mentions of loneliness, fear, manipulation, imprisonment, burning orcs, and werewolves, saving Finrod, Ann having too much fun wrecking Sauron's place, and a lighthearted ending.

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- If you had known how things would have turned out for Finrod, when he left with Beren to claim a silmaril from Morgoth's crown, you would have tried harder to convince him to take you and Ann with him.

- Ever since he rescued you from the river and allowed your dragon friend to live in Nargothrond despite the differences— you were not willing to lose him to anything, including his oath. He was too important and dear to you for you to lose him to death.

- He first refused your offer to join him when Beren arrived in Nargothrond to seek his aid and when the two sons of Feanor, Celegorm, and Curufin, threatened his people to become unwilling to join him with only a handful of people ready to aid him on this journey.

- He feared for your safety, and despite the advantages your dragon friend could provide him, he wanted you both to remain in Nargothrond, away from the enemy’s hands.

- Your heart swelled for his consideration for your dragon's safety, even if it took months for his people to get accustomed and accept one of Morgoth's creations living among them. However, it only made you more determined to see him return safely, but despite your reasonings and fears, Finrod convinced you to stay.

- He left Nargothrond under Orodreth Care and you with false hopes that things might turn out alright in the end.

- You missed him terribly, and things began to change rapidly when he was no longer governing Nargothrond. The Feanorian princes saw an opportunity to take charge and appeal as more eligible leaders to Finrod's people, trying to overshadow Orodreth. And to your concern, Finrod’s people seem to take on their side each day despite Orodreth's rightful kingship.

- Luckily, some didn't and remained strictly on Orodreth's side. Most being those who still held grudges toward the brothers for something they had done in the past.

- You have never been fond of the brothers. They were arrogant and looked down upon you and Finrod for having a relationship because you were a human. They had even jabbed at you for your past, calling you Morgoth’s thrall, and even tried to make you look like a spy when you ventured to Angband to free Ann and returned on his back to Nargothrond.

- That stunt might have made you look like one, but you have never been one of Morgoth's thralls.

- They always played with people's fears, and perhaps since you had a dragon on your side, most of Finrod's people remained on Orodreth's side. It was not something you hoped for, but it seemed to help preventing the Feanorians from taking full control of Nargothrond and possibly overthrowing Orodreth.

- It was a stressful situation, and you couldn't seek much comfort from anyone except Orodreth and Ann, who had taken a liking to residing in one of Nargothrond's caves and guarding its treasures. He made an excellent treasure guard.

- Despite Ann's size and indifference toward emotional affairs, he knew how to make you feel safe and calmly talked about events that helped you feel better. He even allowed you to rest against his warm scales. It was an old habit whenever you wanted a moment of peace and quiet, even though lying on hoards of gold was not very comfortable.

- When days passed, your anxiety for Finrod's well-being only grew, especially when one of the Feanorians had begun trying to sweet talk to you. You never thought you would find someone's voice so agitating, and you hated acting polite and well-mannered with the Feanorian but knew you would end up in trouble if you didn't.

- Then, the day arrived when the Feanorians brought an elven princess from Doriath.

- There was something suspicious about it because the Feanorians should have brought her to meet with Orodreth as a matter of courtesy. However, when she suddenly seemed to vanish, and no new information was heard about her, you decided to investigate.

- You first tried getting it out from the Feanorians, and they claimed she was just a guest and wasn't available at the moment. She was resting or something.

- You were familiar with their patterns of lying, and then you found out in secret that the princess was, in fact, Luthien, the elven princess Beren has fallen in love with. The Feanorian brothers were keeping her as a prisoner and planned to marry her off to one of them despite the laws and the very nature of the elves. You found that utterly disgusting, and they once claimed humans were the only ones who could do such things.

- You knew how much Thingol hated the Noldor and how possibly a civil war could be born if he found out his only daughter was married against her will, so you decided to act quickly since her appearance also meant something was wrong with Beren and Finrod.

- You convinced Orodreth to assist you in retaining the two while you released Luthien from the room they had locked her in. Orodreth may have been easy to persuade, but his fear of Thingol's wrath outweighed any influence the Feanorians could exert, so he was firmly on your side.

- Luthien was incredibly grateful to you and explained how she saw visions of Beren and Finrod suffering in Sauron's isle of werewolves, where they had been captured and tortured with a ravenous wolf hiding in the shadows.

- Having a valid reason to leave, you allowed Luthien to go first upon Huan as the hound was against his master's treacherous actions and handled the Feanorians first before departing.

- Due to their vicious plan, they quickly fell out of favor with Finrod's and their people. You received Orodreth's assurance that they would be dealt with accordingly, and given the severity of their actions, they will most likely face banishment.

- After all that, you and Ann were good to leave. Finrod needed you more than anything.

- One perk of having a flying dragon is that you can get to places much faster than any horse or dog. You didn't waste time planning Finrod's rescue when you finally reached Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the isle of the werewolves. You did hope you were not too late to save your beloved from the fangs of death.

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The orcs and werewolves of Toul-In-Gauroth were unprepared for the attack. They were taken by surprise when a fierce wind swept through like a violent hurricane, tearing their master's banners from their places and drowning out all other sounds with what seemed like thunder.

The orcs in the towers had no time to sound the alarms as they witnessed a shadow descending from the sky, its wings enveloping Tol-In-Gauroth.

Only one managed to cry out and alert the others of the approaching beast. "Attack!" the orc screamed as fire engulfed the tower.

The black dragon unleashed a torrent of flames upon the towers and walls. The wretched orcs and werewolves wailed in agony as the dragon's fiery breath consumed them. Their screams of pain reached the fortress's lord, sounding the alarm.

Ann glided around the fortress as smoke pillars billowed from within its walls and the remnants of crushed towers. He landed gracefully on one of the remaining intact towers, gripping it tightly with his claws. With his immense strength, he began tearing through the stone and steel.

The orcs tried defending their fortress, shooting arrows at the dragon, which only bounced away after hitting his armored scales. Ann swiped his tail against the orcs, swatting them away like flies.

Ann then ignored the screaming of orcs and the howling of the wolves, who ran away from the sight of him and began sniffing the air, trying to find a certain scent. When he found the scent emanating from the lower parts of the fortress, he crushed the walls and the ceilings through his closed fist, allowing you to slip in through his fingers where you had hidden before the attack.

You looked around while Ann pulled his fist away and continued tearing the fortress apart, keeping the attention of Sauron and the defenders upon himself.

After ensuring the coast was clear, you ventured into the dungeon, intending to find and free your beloved and his foolish company.

Finrod, Beren, and the rest of their companions were taken by surprise when the stone walls of their cell began to shake, releasing dust and pebbles from the force. The wolf that had preyed upon them from the shadows had left, and a roar was heard from the outside of the dungeon. Finrod's eyes widened as he recognized the roar.

They then heard the door to their cell open, and Finrod saw you walking in with a set of keys and your axe in your hands.

"(Name)? What are you doing here?!" Finrod demanded in shock as you began opening their chains.

"Rescuing you!" you replied as you hit their shackles and chains open with your axe when the keys failed.

"From now on, you will not tell me to stay behind, especially when you end up captured by the enemy and when I have a bloody dragon who is more than willing to wreck his former master's place to free you," you stated as you helped him and Beren up.

"Come on. We need to leave fast before Sauron notices something," you said as you led him, Beren, and the rest of their company out of the fortress.

Ann ripped the fortress apart, crumbling the stone with his weight and setting fire to the rest of Sauron's werewolves.

A shadow rose from the fallen ruin, standing before the great dragon.

"Ancalagon!" Sauron yelled in fury. "Is this how you betray your masters, you traitor?!" he demanded as the dragon looked down upon him with a golden glare. "You fool!" Ann said in a grumbling voice. "I was never yours to begin with!" his eyes blazed brighter with golden fire.

Ann's chest began to glow. Sauron backed away when Ann opened his jaws and then released a barrage of fire upon the Maia.

Sauron changed forms and narrowly escaped in the form of a vampire. He cursed the dragon as there was nothing he could do to save his fortress and forces and flew toward the north.

You watched as Ann continued wrecking the fortress before turning your attention to Finrod and his company. Luthien had arrived later, riding upon Huan and reuniting with her beloved Beren. Finrod’s companions took the chance to enjoy the light and fresh air after being trapped in Sauron’s dungeon for so long. You began tending to Finrod’s injuries.

“Ann seems to have fun wrecking the fortress,” you stated as you wrapped his injured hands and legs in the bandages you had brought along. “I hope you don’t mind that,” you said, and Finrod dryly chuckled at your sentence.

“No…” he uttered. “At least, he ensures Tol Sirion can never be used by the enemy again. And it kinda of looks better. Sauron had a terrible taste in the design and the interior,” he explained, making you snort. “I guess it does look better,” you commented after you finished wrapping and offered him water.

Finrod grabbed the waterskin from your hands and stared at it with a look on his face before glancing at Beren and his other companions. “Don’t worry. I brought extra,” you showed the other waterskin you had taken with you. “I came in a rush, but I planned ahead what you might need after rescuing you,” you stated. Finrod chuckled. “You always come prepared,” he noted. “Well… after doing a few trips away from Angand and doing a trip there once. You learn a thing or two when it comes to preparing, and trust me– you do not want to taste the water in Morgoth’s lands,” you said.

“I trust you,” Finrod said, his voice filled with gratitude as he took a long, satisfying drink from the waterskin. It was evident that he had been deprived of fresh water for quite some time, and the relief was palpable on his face. After quenching his trish, he turned his gaze toward you.

“Thank you, my love. Many more of us would have perished if you hadn't come,” he stated.

You nodded with a hint of determination in your eyes. “It seems sometimes it's okay not to listen, especially when you have a good reason not to,” you said. “And I was already on the verge of going stir-crazy with Celegorm in the same house,” you added, prompting a snort of laughter from Finrod.

“I’m serious!” you exclaimed, your voice laced with playful frustration. “Don’t leave me ever again in the same place as that blondie. I was this close to fulfilling the urge to let Ann eat him alive,” you said, pinching your fingers together for emphasis.

Finrod chuckled, his laughter filling the atmosphere. “Understood, my dear,” he said with a grin, and the two of you shared a hearty laugh, finding solace and humor amid the adversity.

"I don't care what you say. I'm coming with you. I already stole from Morgoth once. I might as well do it again," you said sternly. "I do not think I can convince you otherwise even if I tried," Finrod said. "Good," you said, then chuckled and enjoyed the moment together as Ann returned to you, having reduced once Tol Sirion into nothing but rubble.

#finrod x reader #finrod #finrod headcanon #finrod imagines #silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #tolkien #middle earth x reader #middle earth imagines #dragons #silm fic #Ancalagon

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aeonianarchives · 1 year

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Favorite elf + Reader have a date at a frozen lake and the reader is in a silly goofy mood and is slipping and sliding everywere and the elf catches them.

Anon why do you have to make me pick a favorite elf boy so Instead i pick top six which would work well with this and add the Valar I write for, because who doesn't want to be caught by them.

Taglist: @eunoiaastralwings | @aetherofthepen

Valar Tag: @edensrose

Finrod:

"Are you sure this is safe" The King Questioned as you stood on the frozen lake

"Not 100% sure but 20% sure it holds the weight I doubt it will break and we will catch each other if we slip" you said

"You pulled me out of Nargothrond for this" Finrod said as he took your hand and stepped onto the ice

"Yeah so" you questioned him

"It's so stupid and I love it" Finrod said

"You fell in a fountain for me of course you love it" you said getting further away from him you took a run up a very slippary run up and skidded the rest of the way to the middle of the pound maybe sliding on ice was better with knifes on your feet you though as you slipped around trying to stabilize yourself only to be caught in the chest of Finrod

"Thanks" You said as you feet slid away from you and Finrod set you down gently on the ice you span around to face him and ended going to far the rest of the day was full of him falling on the ice or you falling into him.

Maeglin:

"Are you sure I can impress Idril with this" Maeglin said crossing his arms

"Yeah totally" you said as if it wasn't a total ploy for you to slip into him and 'accidentally' kiss him as much as you hated to admit it to the Lord of the Golden Flower and the lord of the Heavenly Arch you had fallen for the Dark elf's son.

Given the cold weather the lake had frozen over, you managed to tempt him out of his hole given you happened to befriend him which shocked all the Lords of Gondolin and the King, it was actually quite easy.

You almost slipped when you stepped onto the ice but you caught Maeglin's hand which he reached out for you "Be careful idiot" The dark haired elf grumbled you helped him onto it, he managed to walk pretty normally on it compared to you

"Stop sliding around you'll fall and hurt yourself" Maeglin said only for you to slid into him toppling you both over and you ended up kissing him you both heard a squeal from the edge of the ice and laughing.

"This is not what it looks like Idril" Maeglin said as he pushed you off him

"But you are so cute together I am glad you finally found someone and gave up on me you are unaware of how long Y/n has been hiding their feelings for you I am glad you both finally found eachother" Idril said

"If you would have me can we" You questioned

"Fine" Maeglin said finally giving up on Idril you grinned and kissed him again

Glorfindel:

"Come on" you said pulling Glorfindel with you

"Wait for a second I wish to be warm" Glorfindel said

"You will be warm you will be moving around you don't need that many layers don't over do it, don't blame me if they make the ice crack beneath you and you fall in" you said as you dragged Glorfindel down to the lake

"What if I tie blades onto my shoes" Glorfindel said

"Please don't be that stupid, I love you but that is way to stupid" you said as you got onto the ice, Glorfindel happened to join you in your antics but when he caught you in return you missed catching him back making him land on his ass you both stayed awefully still as a concerning crack formed before the ice below Glorfindel started tipping and dumped the blond into the water you managed to get away with nothing but one of your legs falling in once when running away from the cracks Glorfindel pulled himself out making you laugh

"You looked like a soaked rat" You laughed

"Come give me a hug Meleth" Glorfindel said

"OH HELL NO" you said running the blonde chased after you

"ELROND HELP ME I WILL NEVER INSULT YOU AND YOUR HALF ELVEN HERITAGE OR ADOPTED PARENTS AGAIN" you yelled as you ran into the house

"ERESTOR, ELLADAN, ELROHIR, GILDOR ANYONE HELP ME FROM THIS DROWNED RAT" You yelled

"It's your own fault, deal with your consequences" Erestor said ignoring you the blonde did managed to capture you in a hug but you got a warm bath with him out of it so it didn't end badly

Erestor:

You grinned as you tempted the advisor onto the ice "This isn't very safe" Erestor muttered under his breath

"Oh come on you promised to take me to the frozen lake" You said

"I was unaware you ment to get on it for entertainment" Erestor grumbled as he came to you you grabbed his arm and pulled him to you

"But you love me so you don't care" you said as you watched fear flash across his face as he slid towards you

"yes but this is dangerous, the ice could crack and we could fall in, one of us can gain a concussion" Erestor said you kissed him to shut him up

"Shhh, just stop thinking and have some fun, relax a bit" You said as you skid away Erestor followed you cautiously and slowly you skid around him before slipped right into him.

"As I said this is dangerous lets get off the ice" Erestor said as he lead you of the ice before he slipped he let go of your had and slid into a pile of snow at the edge of the lake you held in a laugh as he poked his head out and shook the snow off him

"Can we just get back to house now please" Erestor grumbled

"Sure" you said before joining him in the snow

Elrond:

Elrond watched out of his window as you slipped and sided up and down the pound every so often coming dangerously close to injury the Lord decided to join you by the pound side to make sure if you do get injured he was there to help you.

You didn't need to slip anywhere sure ice was slippery but you could easily walk across it fine "Elrond hey" you said as you slid passed him

"What brings you here" You questioned

"You" Elrond said catching you from having your face colid with the ice

"Play times over Meleth time to go inside and warm up you are not fully elven and your mortal traits outweigh your elvish ones I do not wish for you to gain a cold" Elrond said

"My only elvish trait is immortality" You said

"Exactly my point you get get sick if you are out in the cold to long"

"Fine" You said allowing Elrond to Bring you Inside

Manwë:

When you first came to Manwë with the idea of 'playing' on the ice he was fully against it he was still fully against it but you had taken his no and ignored it somehow making it a yes he would join you he had almost slipped a few times but his wings saved him.

"You are going to hurt yourself, do not come crying to me when you inevitably do" Manwë said as you slid passed him

"You got to admit this is fun" You said back to the Valar

"Sure if you want to say it is" Manwë said as you collided into him making him lose his balanced his wings manically flapped so neither of you fell down onto the ice which somehow worked you glanced up to the king who was giving you an I told you so face.

"Don't say it" you said looking down in shame

"How about we get back and cuddle if you wish" Manwë said making you grin and agree

Irmo:

"So you are saying I am your third choice" Irmo said

"Hey it would of been funny if the other two agreed that's the only reason why you are third my love" you said

"Fair I am still offended you didn't think I would also like to see Manwë and Namo slip on ice" Irmo said you laughed

"I would of come and got you" You said

"So now i am the subject of your prank" Irmo said

"No don't twist my words" you said funnily enough you never slipped on the ice with Irmo because he made an illusion of it as he though the real thing was far to harmful and knowing your clumsy self you would fall

Mandos:

"No" Mandos said

"Come on why not" You questioned

"I have elves to watch I can't take a break from them" Namo said pointing to the Fëanorian's

"Plus it's dangerous you will just hurt yourself" Namo said

"Fine" You pouted but set yourself in his lap

"You can't move until you say yes so if they do anything to bad you have to say yes to me" You said

"You are not going to make me say yes with Black mail" Namo said

"uh huh sure" You said.

Namo frowned at how he got here he had pushed your black mail to the side of his mind and got caught of guard, you attempted to spin but ended up knocking into Mandos

"So you can't leave my arms for long it seems" Namo teased you which made you frown

"Oh shut up" You groaned as he carried you off the ice

"Hey go back right now" You said

"No I can't leave the Children or you unsupervised" Namo said

"Did you just call me a child" You questioned

"You are child sized" Namo said it was true you were the height of his 'problem children' elves

"Your so mean" You groaned lightly punching his chest

"Sure I am" Namo responded with

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sanisse · 1 year

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I feel like Finrod would be into 4 (pegging) and 7 (mirror kink.) I love your work, welcome back!!!!

KINKTOBER.04 - PEGGING - FINROD

(because hello YES we are still doing this even though it's now March, 2023. asldkgh I'm so sorry y'all thank you for bearing with me!)

MINORS DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ (Medium-hot)

Warnings/Tags: includes penetrative sex with Finrod bottoming, of course. Reader has AFAB biology but nothing is described in detail and no pronouns are used. Slightly bratty Finrod, because of course.

Varda above, Finrod has never looked prettier than he does now: tangled in sage-colored bedsheets, flushed pink, hands hooked around the back of his knees as he spreads his legs for you to settle between them.

You wrap your hand around his cock and give him one light pump that has him arching that long neck, has his pale lashes fluttering against his sun-freckled cheeks. His mouth parts and his brow knits and he whispers: “Please.”

You drape yourself over him and kiss his throat. “I have you. Be patient.”

You let go of his cock and palm his balls, then stroke your thumb over the sensitive reddened perineum, down, down, down, to his puckered hole. Finrod keens — ever the singer, deliciously loud — as you rub a circle over it, coaxing him to relax.

“Patience was never a strong suit of mine and you know it,” he whines. “Fuck me.”

“So demanding,” you tease, but you sit back on your heels to adjust the straps of the toy you’ve lashed around your hips, making sure it’s good and tight before you line yourself up. When you finally do, when you finally tap the head of the toy against his hole, he whines again and tilts his hips.

You love this. You love him. You love the sweet moment of connection when you push in and his body yields to yours. The toy presses just so against your core and makes you moan in time with his own high-pitched wail.

String-calloused fingers clutch at your hips, curling into your flesh, pulling you deeper. You sink in a little more. A little more. A little further. Until your bodies are flush together and Finrod’s panting beneath you, stomach flexing as he adjusts. You draw out. Sink in. Angle for that spot inside of him that will make him scream.

You hit your mark on your next thrust and then you don’t stop hitting it. You’re so wet and a little empty and the dull bump of the toy against your core isn’t quite enough but you don’t care, because Finrod is divine beneath you, hair spread out in a halo of gold as he whines and screams and says yes, just there, and thank you, and then dissolves into a litany of curses that would make a Haladin blush as he rakes his nails down your back and draws blood.

You wonder if he can come like this: on nothing but your cock inside of him.

Tonight, you decide to find out.

It’s going to be such a joy to see him fall apart.

Finrod breaks beautifully.

#sanisse's kinktober 2022 #(in the year of our lord 2023 aldsgh SORRY)#finrod #finrod x reader #gn reader #silmarillion x reader #lotr x reader #spicy

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felagund-the-valiant · 4 months

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Masterlist

Maedhros

Caranthir

Fingon

All I Want Is You - 1.1k words - tags: best friends to lovers, first kiss

Finrod

Galdor

General hcs Procrastination Troubles - 1.1k words - tags: fluff, unintentional secret dating, sibling's best friend trope

Glorfindel

Having a crush on a reader who's friends with Ecthelion

Maeglin

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lovefairymina · 8 months

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"Come on, Finrod. Let me come with you on this journey," you begged as he was preparing to depart with Beren, who had come to seek his aid on his quest to claim a silmaril from Morgoth's crown.

"No, my darling. It is too dangerous. It's better if you stay here," Finrod said.

"Finrod. I already stole one of his biggest dragons. I might as well come to steal his jewelry," you said while pointing at Ancalagon, who was casually laying in the main hall, watching you and Finrod. "Don't you also think it would be very beneficial to have a dragon to assist you on this quest?" you questioned.

"No. I do not want to risk you and Ann getting captured and besides -- Ann is a talking dragon. He can do whatever he wants," Finrod said back.

"I want to steal," Ancalagon said with a grin.

Staring at you with a visible look of defeat, he chuffed with a sassy eye roll. “You steal enough of my jewels, you don't need anymore. And you,” he turned to point to you, a slight increase in his authority, “need to keep your behind home. If anything happened, I'd never forgive myself. The both of you can go explore the caves if you want an adventure.” His hands waved through the air with exasperation, hoping his messages were assertive enough.

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {finrod}#silm imagines #finrod x you #finrod x reader #finrod imagine #finrod #finrod felagund #finrod ingoldo #atarfinde #arafinweans #house of finarfin #middle earth imagine

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crazed-flower · 3 months

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❃ Omnia Paratus ❃

A Series Made by @crazed-flower

For faster update go to wattpad

Warnings: cursing, blood, violence, bad grammar, Indonesian words, female reader, typo, mention of nudity and SA.

Featuring: The Silmarillion cast and Southeast Asian Female Reader + Oc

Song playlist:

ღ Let's get to know the main character!

✾ (Prolog) The New Tune

✾ The Barrier Between Us (coming soon)

Coming Soon!

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doodle-pops · 5 months

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“How Much Do You Love Me?”

A/N: This was originally planned for the underrated character event and ended up being scrapped at the last minute. Enjoy!

I’D DIE FOR YOU…in a heartbeat, if you ever asked them to choose, they would instead give their lives so that you can continue living. They preferably die, even if the act was selfish, which meant leaving you alone for the rest of your life. It would pain them to leave you behind to suffer and grieve their deaths, but it was better than staining their hands with blood while continuing to live. It simply wasn’t a part of their nature. It felt more heroic to give their life to save the love of theirs.

Celebrimbor, Fingolfin, Fingon, Argon, Finarfin, Finrod, Angrod, Aegnor, Glorfindel, Ecthelion, Egalmoth, Rog, Galdor, Beleg, Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, Erestor, Gil Galad, Manwë, Irmo, Námo, Eönwë, Tilion

I’D KILL FOR YOU…and there’s no joking around when some got on their knees and swore to remove anyone and anything that threatened to harm or take you away from them. They have no issue in removing the enemy with their hands—getting them dirty was all a part of your protection. The act of taking someone’s life never or no longer bothers them so long as you remain safe and alive.

Feanor, Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, Amras, Fingon, Turgon, Maeglin, Thingol

I'D BURN THE WORLD FOR YOU…and they would do it in a heartbeat if that was the only way for the both of you to live in peace without any enemies and threats. A guaranteed method to sustain both your happiness and forever. A world without anyone to obstruct your love and steal either of you away. They would set the world on fire to remove everything so long as you remain at their side, and from the ashes, they’ll merely create a new world for you both to live in peace.

Feanor, Thingol, Melkor, Mairon

Masterlist

Taglist: @lilmelily @rain-on-my-umbrella @mysticmoomin @aconstructofamind @asianbutnotjapanese @batsyforyou @ladyenchanted @mcwentfandomtraveling @involuntaryspasms @stormchaser819

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theelvenhaven · 2 years

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Cuddling Finrod

Request: May I have a "cuddling finrod" headcanon?

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- When it comes to cuddling Finrod, the fortunate part is he already pretty affectionate with you regularly so it is going to be no issue when you request to cuddle with him.

- If anything it is one of his favorite things to do with you and show you affection as it brings you both to be so close with one another in a non-sexual intimacy.

- He will always make time for a cuddle session or two with you throughout the day, to make sure you both get your fill of endearing embracing.

- At night it is always a guarantee that you will find yourself cuddled up into Finrod’s chest while he has his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

- He will be pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head and breathing you in deeply while the two of you talk about your day and share things with one another.

- You don’t have to worry so much as holding him, as Finrod loves to be the one holding and doting on you in such a manner- though he won’t argue if you want to reverse roles.

- Don’t expect for the two of you to stay curled up together though at night when you both fall asleep.

- Finrod tends to spread out and away from you in his sleep, he’s a bit restless and a heavy sleeper.

- I don't recommend trying to cuddle back up to him if you wake up in the middle of the night without waking him up too.

- There’s the hazard he might roll over on you, or kick you in his sleep.

- Though when Finrod wakes up in the morning loves to roll over and immediately wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him.

- If he’s got the time to spare he will spend a long time just dozing off, while keeping you close to him and savoring the feel of your body against him.

- He loves these sweeter intimate moments with you, they mean everything to him so Finrod is always willing to try and get as much time with you as he can.

- While in the middle of the day getting the opportunity to lay down on a sofa or bed together to cuddle might be far and few between, Finrod makes up for it with long embraces.

- He will take being a little late for something to hold you close to him even if it’s in the middle of a public area.

- Finrod feels no shame in showing the rest of the world just what you mean to him.

- You can always count on any form of cuddling to fill your days with Finrod.

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#Finrod #Findarato #Finrod x Reader #jrr tolkien #tolkien #the silm #the silmarillion #silm #silmarillion #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #imagines #one shot #one shots #headcanon #headcanons

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lamemaster · 3 months

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The fucking elf of my dreams

Pairing: Finrod x GN Reader

Genre: Spyverse

Summary: You have been dreaming of an obnoxious elf and Finrod Felagund of Arda has been hearing an exasperated voice in his mind.

AN: This was so fun :))) hapi hapi hapi (Based on a poll long ago where @a-contemplation-upon-flowers suggested this-)

The elf in your dreams is an idiot. Trusting any moving thing, unable to shut up when needed, and piss poor disguises," he was annoying to the point of exhaustion.

You had, on several occasions, resorted to screaming sense into him, but the elf in your dreams seemed to be completely oblivious, if not averse to your words.

How did these weird dreams come to be? You have no fucking idea. Perhaps you were finally losing your mind after messing around for so long.

Finrod heard noises in his head. A loud screaming voice that he has come to name his conscience.

"Fuck can you shut up," The voice sighed in exhaustion almost. "Let the other blondie deal with it man," the voice muttered clearly talking about Angrod.

Standing before Thingol, Finrod ignores the voice and narrates the truth that had conspired on the shores of Alqualonde. The voice sighs, and Finrod barely conceals his wince as a string of curses echo in his mind.

And for days after that, the voice is quiet. Almost sulking. which is better than Angrod, who is throwing dirty looks his way.

Looking at the bleary-eyed men, you could see the awe in their eyes had you not witnessed the authentic Finrod Felagund for past years, you might have felt the same.

"Bro, that's freaky stop," you fail to look away from the scene of your dreamy elf sitting there and putting on a whole ass musical from a bunch of sleeping people.

Did he really think he was a Disney princess or something? The music is cool and all, but for godsake, Finrod is random AF.

It doesn't take long for the golden retriever to make friends with men. And yes, you do lecture him over the panic attack over discovering men sleeping with eyes closed.

"Build some weaponry for goodness," you mutter as you see Finrod lug another treasure chest full of his gems. "You can't fight with your pretty headpieces," the elf as usual ignored you, and at this point, you would have thought that he could not hear your rambling if not for the slight tremor of laughter in his body whenever you so much as uttered a word.

The King of Nargothrond prepares for another onslaught of curses as he senses Beor's heavy footsteps coming his way.

"Are you for real?" You huff in annoyance. "Why not accumulate an entire empire in the secret city? Just why..." The voice groans.

Perhaps Finrod would have been offended at your treatment of his dear friend if not for the coying fragrance of envy that seems to accompany your complaints.

"You sleep a lot these days..." Your partner, Jack was looking down at you from where you lay on the couch. Even upside down you could see the amused glimmer in his eyes.

You were indeed sleeping a lot. Napping when you could. All to witness the obnoxious elf in your dreams.

You had just woken up from another one. One where another man with a familiar emerald ring showed up with a favor to ask of your elf.

And shit was going down. That idiot.

Lifting the corners of your lips in a smile you conceal the anxiety that the supposedly relaxing nap had built in your system. "Maybe because I am pregnant with your child."

A cushion lands on your face, followed by a vase.

Jack clearly did not appreciate your humor. Not as the elf in your dreams did.

"Target the maw, it is the only vulnerable spot you can aim for" he hears it. The voice is back.

"The day we meet Finrod Felagund, I shall bind you to me, you are not to wander the face of this world alone. Not for your own good."

You do not look away. You witness every second of the elf of your dreams breaking apart in the dark halls of villains you cannot protect him from.

His nimble fingers grasp on the beast's fur with a force, you've never seen him exhibit. And then he rips the monster apart with his bare hands.

By the end of the fight, there are punctured wounds in his body, blood covers the cold hard floor your elf lay panting on. His companions are long dead. The man is gone. He is alone. Dying.

You weren't a stranger to death, you have delivered many to its door. You've almost met yours a dozen times. But his death is the most unnatural shit you have witnessed.

Sitting cross-legged by his cooling body you continue talking as you have done for decades."That day, you, Finrod Felagund will answer all my questions and obey all my commands." For the first time, Finrod sees the faint outline of your features before his vision fades into the dark and his fea floats in the sea of oblivion.

That night you wake up drenched in sweat, almost choking on your vomit. Fuck Felagund, you wipe the annoying tears streaming down your face.

Your death is swift. Finrod barely makes it to his dream before he watches you crumble as a sharp piece of metal embeds itself in your head.

Your eyes never meet his, given that you are not aware of his presence. Your legs falter and in a fleeting moment, you plop down on the unforgivingly unyielding ground.

You are the voice. Ever since his rebirth in Valinor, he had dreamt of you. Unlike you, he has kept you in the dark about his presence.

His life is different from yours. Your hands are full of blood of men, he does not know about.

After years of watching you, Finrod has come to know you as the master of disguise. He has witnessed your battle cries as you assassinate men of power.

And on frigid nights as you sit nursing a glass of wine, Finrod has found his name scribbled on a piece of paper. In those moments, when you are alone, Finrod barely clings to the silence of his choice.

After all, what does he, Finrod Felagund owe you?

That is the case, until the streets of Tirion brim with hushed whispers. Until Tulkas' Maiar are seen looking around the markets. Maiar of Mandos following them with anxious frowns upon their foreheads. Until he bumps into a hooded figure.

A small fall that he gets up to apologize for only for him to freeze hearing the familiar notes of "fuck," muttered in a voice he remembers.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 6 months

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Hi! Can I please request Finrod x reader (loved your mark of the werewolf headcanons) for the breeding kink, where even though he does not transform, he's in a sort of rut/heat because of the mark and the reader (AFAB) helps him through it/mates with him?

Aha. You have great taste, I see.

"Strange needs"

Pairing: Re-embodied Finrod x Fem. Reader (Human / Second person POV) | Location: Grey Havens

Themes: Smut

Summary: Experiencing the effects of the mark left on him for the first time, Finrod has to turn to someone else for relief.

Word count: 1.3k+ words

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

A/n: I wrote from the point of Finrod experiencing this for the first time.

The world had changed since he walked it last.

Finrod, too, had changed, and in ways he did not consider possible. A mark was upon him. It was the burden he had to bear upon his return to Middle-Earth. He could feel it in the strange beat of his heart. It was there whenever he examined himself in a silvered looking glass, and his eyes blazed like twin flames. They blazed when he was wroth, and they blazed when passions were inflamed. The former he fought to control, and succeeded. The latter on the hand…

The latter could not be suppressed. And there were certain times—not always, but certain times—when the call to lose himself in the flesh of another was unbearable. Finrod did not know what it meant. All he knew was that it frightened and shamed him. He could not approach the healers; none had dealt with an elf that had borne the mark of a werewolf. He could not approach Círdan either. His host departed on an urgent matter, bidding him to stay behind. That was nigh on a year ago, just after Finrod arrived and became better acquainted with Círdan and all those who dwelled with him. Until he returned, Finrod could do nothing but bear it all in silence, sometimes disappearing into the woods surrounding the Grey Havens. To see the world anew, he would say, making his excuses. The others would accept it and go about their day. He would walk and walk and walk until he was far away from prying eyes. Desperate for some relief, he would lean against a tree, his hand moving to rest between his thighs. The peace that followed was welcomed but brief. The call always returned and was always fiercer than before. This was how it was, and how it continued, until one of the Edain, a maiden that served in the kitchens, came upon him while looking for herbs. Finrod, thoroughly ashamed after being found out, ashamed of his weakness, confessed and laid his secrets bare. You were willing enough to hear him out. You even agreed to help him.

He was reluctant and unsure. Both of you were not wed, had made no promises to each other. Still, you insisted. It would be better to have this hunger satisfied now, you counseled, and with a bedmate who was willing and agreeable. Why wait until the strange needs that plagued him overwhelm him completely?

Finrod retreated to his chambers. He kept away from you and the others while he thought and thought. He pondered what you said, and for many days on end. He considered refusing. It was dishonorable, was what it was. He felt like he was taking advantage. Then he remembered the vicious tug, the need that would lash at him like a whip without warning. Would it truly be wise to ignore it, allow it to consume him to the point of madness? Where it may result in him doing something that could cause irreparable harm because he could no longer control himself? Finrod knew he could not let that happen. He found some wisdom in what you said. Finally, he sought you out and came to your chambers while the others were in the feasting hall, singing. The sounds that carried all over Círdan’s great home were wondrous to the ear, and hopefully, Finrod thought, loud enough to drown out all else.

Permission was sought. Permission was willingly given. His entire body was on fire, and filled with the unmistakable desire to just take and take and take, until there was nothing left for him to devour. He bent down to kiss you, his mouth tasting of wild berries and rich red wine, his touch impatient and greedy. He yearned to be gentle, to take things as slowly as he could possibly manage, but when his lips pressed against yours, when a strangled whimper greeted him, the need to sate the hunger that burned within rose to claim him, making him forget himself. Your dress lay in a ruined heap. His own raiment was right beside it. He threw his arms around you, lifted you, and carried you to bed.

All thoughts of proper behavior abandoned him. Finrod kissed you, hot, hungry, and demanding. The words that parted his lips were shocking.

“From this night forth, you are mine.”

“Take it all inside you. I insist.”

“See how well you take my cock. It is as if you had been made for me.”

He would brush his nose against your throat, your arms, as if he were drinking in your scent. He sucked down on tingling flesh, his teeth leaving a mark all of their own. Your skin was soon covered in bruises. It did not matter. You would simply cover them with longer sleeves, a high-necked collar, and with the seasons having changed and the days growing exceedingly colder, no one would have reason to question you.

Finrod rolled his hips, moaning softly whenever he sheathed himself in the wet heat of your cunt. The warmth of your body, its softness, the lushness that engulfed him, and the limbs that entwined around him were all that he had craved for and more. His lips plundered without end. His hand streaked down and your breast filled his palm, its hardened peak filling his mouth. Your moan was low and animal-like, as intoxicating to him as fine wine. You drew him closer, arching your back, crying out his name, crying out in ecstasy. The first orgasm struck you quickly, like a bolt of lightning. It was wholly unexpected, a shock to you both.

"Eager for my seed already," he growled against your throat. "That is what you want, yes?"

"Not just your seed." You whined softly when teeth nipped at your flesh, and confessed. “I will not lie when I say I have always desired you, my lord.”

Finrod shivered, half-whispering words in a tongue you did not know. The language was ancient, from another time and place, but they were tender, and as sweet as honey. They brought about fresh needs, feeding them until they had you ensnared in their grip, and left you helpless. Finrod took you up, taking you higher and higher; his rhythm was ceaseless. A new wildness came over him, one that was both swift and brutal. Losing himself in the flesh of another was no longer enough. He wanted to fill you with his seed. He plunged deep and plunged hard, your name coming out like a sob. He rose to his knees and took you with him.

The room felt like it was spinning, and turning faster and faster. Your rhythm matched his, desperate, frantic, your vision blurring and dimming. Finrod latched onto the crook of your throat. The sting of his teeth grazing tender flesh was barely felt. He took you higher still, over the peak and over the edge, until you were falling into a darkened chasm of euphoric bliss. Finrod could no longer constrain himself. He allowed himself to shatter against the rocks and surrendered without shame. With one last glorious thrust, he emptied himself inside of you.

Outside, the others were still singing. No one had come to knock on your doors. Finrod slowly dragged himself out of the fog that had surrounded him. He opened his eyes, found yours fixed on his. His hand slowly moved to rest over your belly. A smaller one moved his. It was yours.

Finrod reflected on his actions, on what just happened, and on the consequences of the choice you both made. Desire and need receded. Shame slowly took its place.

What have I done?

His hunger had been sated, but at what cost? And would this be the end of it at last? Finrod suspected it would not, not as long as he bore the mark of the beast he slew. He now knew he would need you near him, and that was not all. He needed to speak to your kin, and soon. He had to protect you, your honor. He also had questions.

"About what you said earlier," he began, and touched your cheek. His palm was so warm, it reminded you of the fine bolts of silk merchants brought with them to the Grey Havens. "About you always desiring me. Is that true?"

"Yes," you reply, hoping this encounter will not be the last and that something deeper and more meaningful may come out of it. Being with him had been your greatest wish for almost a year, ever since he first arrived. Such wishes had treated as a fool's dreams, and dismissed as such. Finrod was a high elf. You were a daughter of the Edain. Never did you truly believe he would even consider you until tonight. "From the moment I first laid eyes on you, my lord."

Finrod nodded, and made a decision. "Tomorrow you will take me to your kin. I will speak to them, and make the necessary arrangements. Everything will have to be hurried along. There will be a great many questions, I am sure, and I insist on answering them myself. I hope you understand why. For now, tell me more about yourself, y/n."

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animatorweirdo · 7 months

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Imagine being a fracture minded knight from Lordran and being healed by Finrod

(I played Dark Souls. That's why I made this. Hope you enjoy it)

Warnings: mentions of war, wounds, ambush, near death, broken-minded reader, children, dogs, mentions of darkness, headaches, and Finrod trying to heal reader.

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- Your encounter with Finrod was sudden and unexpected. Finrod was fleeing with his men from Dagor Bragollach, chased by legions of orcs and monsters Morgoth had bred over the years in his fortress and now had released upon the world.

- It was a tiring chase, and it would take time before Finrod would reach Nargothrond and bring his men to safety.

- He managed to take cover in old ruins and take a breather. However, it didn’t last long when Morgoth’s spies found him and alerted the rest of the orc legions of his and his men’s location.

- Finrod cursed his bad luck, and he and his men were forced to take a stand against the army despite being injured and badly outnumbered.

- He and his men had an advantage of surprise and managed to push their assailants back for a short moment. Finrod tried to work out a path for them to escape because if he didn’t – he and his men were going to be either killed or captured, and he did not prefer the second option for himself or his men. And he doubted anyone would make it to them in time to help them.

- Finrod prepared with his men for assault till something happened. They heard loud screaming and panicked yelling behind the barricaded doors, and the pushing of the orcs ceased. Silence followed, minus the sounds of something heavy being moved behind the doors and walls.

- Finrod did not dare to send anyone to investigate, so he moved in front while his men followed, ready to take action as they proceeded through the emptied hallways.

- Dead bodies of orcs lingered upon the floors as Finrod moved further. He carefully observed the bodies. It looked like something big and powerful had sliced them into pieces.

- Finrod then noticed orcs and goblins running away from something. They screeched in terror as something suddenly appeared from the shadows, plunging its large sword upon one of the goblins. The goblin shrieked in agony as the large armored creature sank its blade into it, twisting it till the goblin withered and lay dead beneath it.

- Finrod and his men stepped back as they stared at the creature. The large creature looked like a person, a warrior of sorts, wearing silver armor with blue clothing and wielding a large sword that was taller than any weapon he had ever seen. Its master also stood taller than any man or elf Finrod had ever met. It nearly stood tall as a troll, and something menacing surrounded the warrior, darkness of sorts.

- Heavy breaths escaped the tall warrior. It then turned to look at Finrod and his men.

- Finrod stood back cautiously. He could not see the warrior’s face but knew it was looking at him. Something was deeply wrong – the warrior behaved like a lost-minded creature, and Finrod could sense the deep darkness surrounding it. Darkness he had never felt before. He did not feel like the warrior was a friend even though he was killing his enemies.

- “Artorias… where… are… you?”

- Finrod was momentarily stunned to hear the warrior speak, but when he sensed a tone of distraught and pain – he was filled with pity.

- The warrior suddenly picked up its sword and let out a piercing roar. Finrod and his men were startled and ready to fight, but then they heard the roar of a balrog behind them.

- The warrior leaped with incredible speed. Finrod dodged as the warrior began attacking the balrog, furiously striking with its great sword and defending with its large shield.

- He was nearly frozen as he witnessed the battle. The warrior was fierce and didn’t give the balrog a chance to strike back. It took Edrahil to snap him out and take the chance to escape the ruins. He then ran with his men even though he felt a sense of guilt and hesitation to leave the warrior alone with the beast.

- They escaped the ruins, but when they reached outside, they were ambushed by an even larger force of orcs. They fought back, but due to being outnumbered, they lost quickly. Finrod was ready to meet his end, but then Barahir showed up with his people and saved him and his men in a nick of time.

- Finrod gifted the man his ring and swore an oath to aid him and his descendants in their time of need before safely traveling back to his hidden kingdom with his men.

- No one even uttered a word after what happened in the ruins, but Finrod desired to know if the strange warrior had survived, so he sent some scouts to the ruins to look for the armored warrior, but they found nothing except the dead body of the balrog.

- The warrior had defeated the balrog, but where had the warrior gone? It was a question that deeply bothered him. He told his people and travelers to be on the lookout for the warrior during their travels.

- He was relieved to hear some news his scouts managed to bring him about the warrior. It had been seen wandering through orc-infested lands, seeking orcs and monsters to kill. Moving like a mindless beast, dragging its large sword like there was nothing else to live for. It was like the warrior had no mind of its own and its only purpose was to fight till it collapsed.

- His scouts had also seen Morgoth sending more orcs and creatures after the warrior, but the warrior had remained undefeated, and the scouts had even seen the warrior use strange magic.

- Eventually, the news stopped coming, and the warrior seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.

- Its disappearance deeply bothered Finrod, but as time passed, and nothing new was heard about the warrior. He allowed it to remain a mystery and focused on his people’s protection. However, one day, fate allowed him to meet you, the mysterious warrior who had saved his and his men’s lives at the ruins.

- Finrod was visiting a human town with his people, intending to negotiate peaceful terms and beneficial tradings. He was riding through the forests with his people and was graced by the sight of laughing children running near a stream, playing with paper boats. It made him feel joy then he noticed you sitting beneath a tree.

- You caught his attention as you were quite tall for a human. You were sitting down, but he could clearly tell you were taller than any man in your town. There was also something familiar about you. You had a dazed look in your eyes and didn’t react when the children greeted him.

- He carefully observed as one of the children ran up to you, and you stood up, letting the child grab one of your large hands and guide you away. He was surprised as your height and size matched with the warrior that had vanished. Could it be you? And if so, what happened to your armor and sword?

- He asked the town’s chief about you when he got the chance, and what he learned filled his suspicions and hopes.

- The town’s chief told him you had appeared out of nowhere when their children got attacked by a vicious group of orcs. You brutally killed the orcs while shielding the children from harm. When the danger was over, and the townspeople came to see what was happening, you collapsed from exhaustion.

- You were thin and covered in wounds. The townspeople dared to nurture you since you saved their children and then decided to take you in when you woke up and discovered the state of your mind.

- Finrod inquired more about the state of your mind, and the town’s chief described how your mind was absent most of the time and how you were unable to speak coherent words. It was like some strange dark magic had been cast upon you, making you behave like a living doll instead of a person.

- The only words you usually muttered were two names, Artorias and Sif, and sometimes you muttered about a place called the abyss. However, neither of the two was your name, so the townspeople decided to give you one.

- Finrod felt sympathetic toward you since he could sense the darkness lingering in your mind – it was most likely the cause of your current state. When the townspeople asked him if he could heal you from this dark enchantment, he felt obliged and agreed since without your help that day– he would have not lived to see another day in those ruins.

- Finrod only felt slightly intimidated when he stood before you the first time. You were two times taller than him and wielded a sword that could likely slice him in half. He felt like a dwarf compared to you. When he saw a hit of recognition in your eyes when you looked at him, he felt comforted. However, he did not expect you to lay your hand on top of his head and say–

- “Shiny…” you said and nothing else.

- It was unexpected but amusing at the same time. However, it did give him a better insight into your condition. Your mind might have been more broken than he thought since you behaved like a tall confused child.

- You mostly stayed in place, but when you were curious, you would silently observe and follow him or one of his people when they discussed ways of treating you. It felt strange to have someone tall as you follow them around, but soon got used to it even if you sometimes stared at them for hours.

- Finrod was slightly amused and sometimes talked to you in a comforting way, trying to see if he could teach you new words to help you speak or perhaps ignite memories.

- You were really good with children, and one peculiar thing he noticed was how you behaved around local dogs, feeding and petting them. You obviously had some experience. When he tried to ask if you liked them, you uttered the name Sif.

- He thought the dog’s name was Sif till you shook your head and called the dog something else. When he tried asking about Sif, you began to utter the name over and over again with tears in your eyes.

- He quickly realized Sif was most likely someone important, and something terrible had happened taken by your devastated reaction. He couldn’t do much except try to console you as you cried.

- He felt guilty for causing you to cry and had to avoid an angry woman who cared for you and threw a shoe at him for making you cry.

- Finrod and his people didn’t know how to handle the darkness that followed you. Sometimes, you would groan in pain like you were having a headache, but sometimes, you would just stare into nothing with lifeless eyes. Finrod had an odd feeling that Morgoth or any of his creatures had nothing to do with your current state. It was something else, something darker and more sinister.

- The only thing they could do was to give some medicine to alleviate the pain, but to deal with the darkness — they needed something else.

- Finrod was taken by surprise when he began to see dreams of ever-lasting darkness. It was cold. He couldn't see anything, even with the light his presence created.

-However, he could sense something in there, watching him. He was filled with fear as the creature continued watching him. But then he saw a flicker of light through the dark. You appeared with a blade in hand with another warrior who looked similar to you. You two were accompanied by a large wolf with a sword in its mouth, and you three then attacked the dreadful monster that lingered in the dark.

- Finrod watched the battle unfold, but despite your and your companions’ efforts to subdue the creature, the abyss, it was too powerful. The wolf, Sif, became too injured to continue the fight, so you and your other companion used some kind of magic to send him away. You two continued the fight without your wolf companion, but soon the darkness overwhelmed you with its toxic touch, and you were struck down. In your last moment, you cried out for your companion, Artorias.

- Finrod felt immense grief for you when he woke up and realized the dream might have been a vision of the darkness that broke your mind and a memory of your past, your efforts to defeat the monster in the abyss.

- In his efforts to help you relieve from the pain and the heavy weight of the dark cloud that followed you, he used the power of a song and sang for you, singing of healing and light.

- You listened in delight as the song brought you happiness. He could sense the dark cloud that was following you dissipating for a moment, and at the end of the song, you suddenly groaned painfully. Startled, he asked for your well-being. However, he did not expect an answer.

- “No… I think I’m fine, my good lord. It’s strange though… It feels like something heavy had been banished from my mind,” you answered as your eyes looked around in confusion like you were seeing everything for the first time.

- Finrod was thrilled to hear you speak and see you look more like your former self. You two talked but when he asked about your home and the abyss. You suddenly struggled to answer, and the darkness returned, reducing you back into your absentminded state.

- Finrod wanted to try again to free you from the darkness, but after hearing Edrahil’s advice, he didn’t since the darkness that held you in its claws might have been too powerful for a song of power to banish. It could only weaken its hold on you.

- Sorrowed by the thought, he began singing to you and the townspeople, helping you rest and have peaceful dreams.

- The darkness over your head was powerful, but to Finrod’s surprise, life and light slowly returned to you. You began understanding more words, and you had fewer headaches than usual. It was not much, but it was something.

- When the time for him to return to his hidden kingdom came near, he spent his time helping you have good memories since it eased his heart from the thought that he couldn’t heal you. He told you and the children stories, and sometimes you raced through the forest with him on his horse while you ran with a child on your back. Despite his kin having fast horses, you were incredibly fast and swift on your feet, so it wasn’t much of a race for you. But seeing you have fun and smile with the children, the loss was worth it.

- When the time came for him to return to his kingdom, he sang his last song to you and watched you peacefully sleep. It sorrowed him to leave, but he knew he had responsibilities elsewhere, so he uttered his goodbye and prepared to depart with his people.

- However, the night took an unexpected turn because the next thing he knew, you suddenly woke up screaming and covered in some sort of dark air.

- It was so sudden that even the townspeople felt the darkness seeping out of you. It frightened them, and you quickly fled from your home into the woods. Worried, Finrod decided to follow with a few of his men.

- He found you near a lake, groaning and slouching in pain. He wanted to help, but then you screamed, and some kind of force released from you, nearly pushing him and the trees off their roots.

- When everything calmed down, you were on your knees, weeping loudly and staring into the moon. Finrod cautiously came to you and saw you bearing the look you bore when he managed to banish the darkness from your mind that day. Your mind had returned to senses.

- He dared to speak to you, and you spoke of your brother’s fate.

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“Artorias is dead,” you said while tears fell down from your eyes. “He has finally been freed from the abyss, the prison that had kept him ever since we failed to defeat Manus from devouring our kingdom,” you looked at the moon. “He has finally found peace with Sif, who had guarded his grave,”

“How do you know?” Finrod asked.

“Artorias was my twin brother,” you answered. “We shared a link that still kept me bound to the abyss and its toxic touch, making your attempt to sever it futile,” you explained. “Your songs and magic did weaken it, and now that Artorias is dead. I am no longer bound to the abyss. I am now free,” you said.

“I am sorry for your loss,” Finrod said sympathetically. You shook your head. “He was in agony. I felt his pain and how the abyss was eating away his soul. I’m glad he’s finally free of it. I’m glad he can finally rest peacefully,” you stated.

You then turned toward the golden-haired elf. “I am grateful for all you have done for me and if you allow me, lord Finrod. I wish to repay you. My honor as a knight will not let me live peacefully if I cannot do something in return for your help and efforts,” you bowed. “You do not have to give your servitude to me. You had once saved mine and my men’s lives from a balrog, so you can consider this a repayment on my part,” Finrod shook his hands.

“Perhaps, but I wish to do so since your part in my release from the abyss is much more meaningful to me,” You said. “So, please— accept this bell,” you suddenly created something in your hands with bright magic. Finrod looked in wonder as a small bell appeared in your hands, and you handed it to him. “When you need my sword and shield. Ring this bell, and I will come to you. I fear no monster or the dark as there is nothing that could compare to the abyss I have finally escaped,” you said, and he took the small silver bell in wonder. He then gave you a soft smile since he sensed you were not changing your mind.

“Very well then, (Name). If you so insist,” he said as the moon above the sky continued to shine brilliantly in the sky with silver light. With a distant song of a wolf howling.

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aeonianarchives · 1 year

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The reader was singing for the humans, at night, alone. Then finrod wakes up from his sleep because he hears a beautiful singing voice, he follows the voice and sees a beautiful elven woman singing to the round-eared people, and falls in love with her! What a surprise lol- He cannot help himself and goes to near her and sings the song with her.

For more details if you want: she is glorfindel's daughter and she already know him since their days in valinor, because cmon he was the prince of House Finarfin. But finrod doesn't know her. Anyway this is an extra detail and you don't have to use it

Mockingbird

Summery: Request

Pairing: Finrod x Reader

A/n: I am sorry I took so long, and that i lost it the first time you requested luckly you weren't an anon so i could ask for it again

A mystical voice floated through the woods around them, finrod sturs to the voice and sits up, his guard still awake on look out didn't notice him, Finrod stood, taking his cloak which hung on his sword, he wrapped it around himself and followed the voice through the trees his head was still groggy from sleep.

he pushed open the tent door he stayed silent as he was not noticed, the sword still strapped to your back reminded him of a Lord back in Gondolin which served his brother so did everything about you, it was as if you were the female version of glorfindel, in short you basically were you were his daughter after all.

Finrod was aware of the song you sung his cousin had made it and sung it back in Valinor, he did not know were you had learnt it however, you had learnt it from your previous king, who also happened to be Finrod's cousin Turgon.

Finrod watched you for a while before deciding to join you, he harmonized with you easily his voice complemented yours perfectly as a bass line to yours, the golden haired king came and knelled next to you, he took one of the small round eared children into his lap the others were sat about both of you, the two had soon put the children traveling in their company to sleep.

"Thank you King Finrod, and My lady" The man said as you both left.

"I do not believe we have met before lady" Finrod paused so you could finish his sentance

"Y/n of the house of the golden flower Aran-nin" You returned Finrod's brow raised

"Glorfindel's Sister?" Finrod questioned

"Daughter actually" you returned to him as you followed him on his walk around the forest

"You come with Nargothrond's party and yet you are from Gondolin" Finrod said

"I am Aran Turgon's Advisor to his trade with your Kingdom, it is quite odd we have not run into each other before" You said Finrod nodded, you have to admit the king with attractive in person, his hair felt like it was plucked from golden strands of fire, and his eyes a wild and untamed ocean

"I have people who do their jobs well so their is no need for you to come to me with anything" Finrod said 'although it is a shame you don't come to me i wish i had known you sooner'

"It seems so" You responded you paused in your tracks and turned to the king

"I know you have only just met me formally, but i have seen you around, forgive me" you said stepping towards him and moving a lose strand of hair out of his face Finrod stood there is slight shock a light blush covered his cheeks he truly had fallen hard.

Elvish Translations:

Aran - king

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