#galadriel x maglor

[polutrope]

Snakes and Ladders

for @silmsmutweek Day 1, Prompts: Solo, Rarepairs, Voyeurism.

It is the night of Tirion's masked ball. Fëanáro is after Artanis' hair, Artanis is after a distraction, Macalaurë is deploying all his wiles, and Findaráto is just trying to have a nice time.

Rating: E | No warnings Words: 4.6k Relationships: Galadriel/Maglor, Finrod/Maglor, Undisclosed Characters: Galadriel, Maglor, Finrod, Feanor, Aredhel, Aegnor, Angrod, Caranthir Genre: Humour and Smut.

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“No, Írissë, it isn’t about the hair,” Artanis said, her voice strained with frustration. “Not entirely, anyway. It is the principle of his request.”

“What do you mean?” asked Írissë.

Artanis sighed. Her cousin was terribly dense sometimes. “Has he asked my father? No, of course not! My brothers? No. He only asks me because I am a woman, and because I am young and insignificant to him.”

“Hm.” Írisse puckered her lips and shifted her mouth to one side. “But none of them has hair as beautiful as yours.”

Artanis fixed her mouth into a frown, resisting the urge to preen. Írissë noticed, though, and giggled into her cup of wine.

“I am sorry, cousin,” she said, “but I fear this is not the last you will hear from our dear half-uncle. Fëanáro is quite obsessive. You will either have to steel yourself against him or relent. But come!” Írissë set her cup down and leapt up, offering Artanis a hand. “We will not be drawn into the fixations and feuds of all these foolish men. A dance, sweet Nerwendë?”

“Very well,” Artanis accepted her hand and stood, “but I’m not returning to that hall without first replacing my mask.”

The disguise that Artanis had chosen for this year’s appearance at Tirion’s masked ball included a tall and unwieldy headdress, its menacing face with beady eyes and forked tongue sitting heavily on her brow. The wide scaly hood, however, had the benefit of concealing her hair.

In the time Írissë and Artanis had been gone, the number of bodies in the hall had doubled. The musicians were whipping the crowd into a frenzy. Artanis scanned the room. Good: Nerdanel had arrived. That should keep Fëanáro in check. She tucked the hem of her skirt into her belt and joined Írissë in the whirling circle. Artanis gave herself over to the dance. She was swept into the swirl of bodies, her heart pounding and her blood coursing hotly. This was when she was most alive, her spirit ignited by the exertion of her body.

The first chords of the next song signalled a partners dance. Artanis spun, grasping for Írissë — but her cousin had already darted off and slipped into the arms of an elf wearing the face and comically large antlers of a great stag, loose silver hair tumbling over his broad shoulders. How obvious. Typical Fëanárion.

Artanis scoffed and jerked her chin away from her only female cousin. A traitor not only to the line of Indis but to women everywhere!

Then a hand brushed her forearm. She tore herself from its groping fingers, prepared to confront the impertinent, presumptuous—

“Seahorse?” Artanis blurted. Now that was original, at least.

The elf laughed, and the lilting sound slithered straight down Artanis’ spine, a pleasant frisson. The slice of skin exposed by the plunging neckline of his robe intensified the sensation.

A smile broadening beneath the long elegant snout of his mask drew her eyes back up. “Cobra?” he said.

“Mm,” Artanis hummed in agreement.

“Excellent. I have somewhat of a natural ability as a snake charmer.”

Ridiculous, Artanis thought, but deepened her voice seductively and said, “We shall see about that,” and found herself in the arms of the handsome — albeit rather short — seahorse, his frilly orange train sweeping behind as he led her to an empty space on the dance floor.

Looking back on the events of that night, Artanis felt that she would have been able to resist the allure of both his voice and attire, but the beguiling smell of him had robbed her of her wits. The longer they danced, the more it filled the air around them: bright but heady, like honeysuckle and cinnamon. No doubt, she later realised, he had perfumed himself thus with the precise aim of seduction but, by the dew of Laurelin, it worked. Artanis was intoxicated.

So it was that when he abruptly flitted off, pressing his lips to her knuckles and murmuring an excuse about a promised rendezvous (“But I will return, my lissome snake!”), she discreetly followed after him.

Despite his vibrant orange costume and her longer stride, this was surprisingly difficult to do. Whatever rendezvous he had planned, it was taking place in some far recess of the Palace. That ought to have put Artanis off her pursuit. But with her heart aflutter and her flesh alight (for the brush of his lips against her hand had spread like wildfire over her skin), the possibility of observing a secret tryst only hardened her resolve.

She followed him through narrow corridors and up winding staircases she did not even know existed in the Palace — indeed, why did they exist? Last, she clambered up a ladder through a hatch in the ceiling. It opened onto a small round balcony set atop a turret.

She peered over the lip of the opening, took note of the two sets of feet facing each other near the railing, and quickly ducked out of sight. She perched near the top of the ladder.

“Where have you been?” someone whispered shortly. (Artanis would surely have recognised the voice, she assured herself later, had her normally keen perception not been blunted by wine and lust.)

“Never mind,” replied the deeper voice of her dance partner. “I am here now, am I not? Come here: I have something I think you will find hard to resist.”

A whine of protest turned to a groan of pleasure. “Mmm,” said the first voice. “So you have made up for lost time. I am afraid I will need some assistance rising to the occasion.”

Artanis’ chest heaved along to the smack of lips joining, a low moan. Jealousy had no place in her thoughts, which were filled with vivid imagery of what might be happening just out of sight.

“Worry not, my golden flower bud. You know I will tend you as diligently as I must, until your petals are all unfurled and glistening with dew.” These words were punctuated by more wet sounds and rustling silk.

Artanis’ hand slid down the neckline of her gown, fingertip teasing at her hardened nipple. Though the gown draped loosely over her chest, her swollen breasts now felt constrained; she hurriedly unclasped the gown down to her sternum, sinking her fingers into her firm but forgiving flesh.

A groan, both irritation and pleasure. “Longer, no doubt,” said the mysterious lover. “You will wait until I am a fruit nearly rotting on the vine.”

The flick of a fingertip over her nipple caused Artanis to gasp audibly. She pinched her lips shut and froze in alarm, but a timely clatter of metal on the tiles saved her from being discovered. Artanis peeked: a belt of linked gold discs set with emeralds had fallen to the ground.

“Not rotting, no. Only until you are swollen with nectar, so that I might lave sweet juices from you with the barest stroke of my tongue.”

This was followed by the unmistakable exhale of one who had just found relief for some pent up ache.

Artanis hooked her feet around the ladder to steady herself. With one hand she resumed kneading her breasts, and the other she placed over the throbbing mound between her thighs.

The hitched breathing of the elf above took on greater urgency and volume, until he was keening with pleasure. Artanis’ fingers pulsed in time with his cries.

“Oh, oh yes, please, like that,” he babbled.

Artanis inhaled the scent of her own desire, her tongue thickened, and her mouth fell open. Her head lolled back against the top rung of the ladder, her hips lifted and she rutted against her palm. A thin wail escaped her throat, and then another, and she could not keep herself from whimpering as the hardness and heat of her arousal uncoiled deep inside her. The ladder dug into the tops of her feet, her toes curled tight. She squeezed her trembling thighs together, crushing her fingers between them.

“Oh, oh. Oh, fuck,” cried the elf above, “I’m going to spill. Oh stars, take your mouth off or I’ll fill your throat. Oooh, eergghhh!”

With the slightest pulsing of her fingers and the lightest circling of her nipple Artanis too was coming, heart thundering, holding her breath to keep from crying out. As she shuddered through the aftershocks of her climax, Artanis heard laboured breathing, a wet pop, and soft laughter.

Then she fell.

~

Despite the loud thud of her body hitting the floor, and, in the next second, the clattering of the ladder coming down on top of her, Artanis managed to scramble out of sight before the two lovers saw her. Holding her headdress up with one hand and her gown closed with another, she hurried back down the way she came — but took a sharp turn before coming too near the hall, eyes seeking some room or nook where she could put herself in order.

A voice from behind halted her.

“Nerwen! There you are!”

Artanis turned to face the tall, lean figure of an elf wearing a mask with a black beak and golden hawk’s eyes. Long, mottled plumes fanned out to either side of his face.

“Aikanáro!” she greeted her brother. “When did you arrive?”

“Not long ago. Have you seen Ingo? Grandmother is looking for him. Apparently he promised to perform some poetry with her.”

“Oh,” said Artanis. She could not recall seeing Findaráto at all that evening. “Are you sure he’s come already?”

Aikanáro snickered.

Artanis narrowed her eyes. “Do grow up. No, I haven’t seen him.”

“Fine. Well, I’m going back to the party. He can make his own apologies to Indis. Why are you here, by the way?” He strode closer to her and reached for the top of her headdress. “And what happened to your hat? Oh — oops. One of your eyeballs fell out.” He held the large black bead out for her to see.

“I tripped,” Artanis said in a hurry, and grabbed the eyeball from her brother. “On my gown. Too much of it.”

Aikanáro laughed. “Ah little Nerwen, you never could manage in a dress. You ought to have worn trousers. Come on, let’s get you straightened out.”

~

Findaráto still had not appeared when Artanis returned to the dance hall, and Indis had started the performance without him. But at the climactic moment of the first canto, describing the raising of the Lamps Illuin and Ormal, suddenly he stood in one of the high arched openings behind the stage. His golden raiment shimmered in the light of Telperion.

The crowd roared their approval of these theatrics, but Artanis caught the look of surprise on Indis’ face. This entrance had not been by design. Artanis tutted and turned to the spread behind her: her brother would get no approval of his antics from her. She plucked a few plump grapes and stuffed olives from the table and added them to her plate.

Then she caught a heady whiff of that cinnamon-honeysuckle scent. Like a spiced wine it sank straight down into her belly and pooled there, pleasantly warm.

“Psst.”

Artanis looked up. With fluid grace, the seahorse-costumed elf slunk over the sill of an open window.

“Don’t tell me you are part of this ridiculous act,” said Artanis.

“What?” He glanced at the stage where Findaráto had begun to dance in time with his recitation. “Oh, no. No, I just got a little lost on my way back and came round the outside. Easier to get my bearings. I hope you will forgive the delay.”

Artanis cleared her throat and tilted her chin towards the ceiling. If only he were taller, she thought, and in her thought she heard the voice of Írissë rejoinder, “Why? You know it makes no difference lying down.”

“Forgive you?” said Artanis. “That will depend on how you intend to make up for it.” Artanis sliced her front teeth through a fat grape and licked a circle around the rim of her parted lips to gather its juices.

Through the openings in the other elf’s mask, she could see his eyes darken.

“Well,” he said, his red lips dancing around the syllable, “the dew is gathering on the primroses about this hour and they are most fragrant—”

“Yes,” said Artanis, who was going to go mad (from both lust and vexation) if she heard one more word about flowers spoken in that dulcet tone. “Let’s go.”

~

It was not well known among Tirion’s elite that the staid and formidable Nerwen Artanis Arafinwiel was as ambitious about the acquisition of lovers as she was about the acquisition of athletic and intellectual accolades. Because Artanis was decisive and efficient, eschewing the coquetry that normally preceded an act of pleasure, it was believed, by those she did not bed, that she was uninterested in such matters. As for those she did bed, the reverence and fear she inspired kept them from making any boasts about having breached the steely exterior of Arafinwë’s daughter — at which each believed him or herself to have been uniquely successful.

This included Canafinwë Macalaurë Fëanorion, who, when he had looked about the dance floor and spotted, on her own, an unusually tall woman with spools of silver-gold hair escaping her headdress, had rearranged the evening’s agenda to include concourse with not one but two children of the House of Arafinwë.

“Won’t you take off that ridiculous mask?” Artanis protested, as the tip of Macalaurë’s seahorse snout brushed the space between her bared breasts.

“Ah, but that would spoil the fun, now, wouldn’t it?” Macalaurë took one swollen breast in each hand, shaping her chocolate-brown nipples into hard peaks with his thumbs. He looked up at her. “I tell you what. I will remove my snout if you will remove but the hood of your headdress. I long to run my fingers through the beautiful hair you are hiding beneath there.”

Artanis shoved him off, hard enough that Macalaurë stumbled backwards over the wet grass. “No. We shall have to make do.” Then she tugged him back, navigating her way around the awkward protuberance of his mask to stick her tongue down his throat.

They were both gasping when she pulled back. “There is one way this could be made significantly easier,” she said. “And fortunately for you, I am in the mood to be fucked like a bitch in heat.”

Then she threw off the rest of her gown, spun around, and bent down nearly in half. She planted her hands on the low garden wall.

Face appearing upside-down between her calves, she commanded: “Come now, get on with it. I have little patience for a drooping stem.”

Macalaurë, all the blood in his brain currently allocated to maintaining the rigidity of said stem, failed to note the reference to his earlier florid blandishments. With all the enthusiasm and cocksure confidence he brought to celebrating victory in the theatrical arena, he thrust into the glistening blossom of Arafinwë’s daughter.

~

What a splendid evening! Findaráto leapt off the stage, landing with another sweeping bow. The applause vibrated in his bones. The success of the recitation (and extempore dance) with Grandmother Indis had been a triumph, and all the more so for how perilously close it had come to disaster. Findaráto should have known better than to trust Macalaurë to be punctual for a warm-up on such an important occasion, but truly there were no other lips or fingers so skilled in all of Eldamar. And then the ladder toppling over! Scaling down the palace walls!

Findaráto laughed and threw his head back. He let it rest there, inhaling deeply. The chandeliers cast a myriad of colours over the domed and tiled ceiling. Marvellous!

A resonant, vaguely threatening voice drew his chin abruptly down.

“Have you seen your sister?”

Findaráto worked to keep the smile plastered across his face. No ‘Well done, nephew!’ Not even a ‘Good evening, Findaráto, how are you?’ Just ‘Where is your sister?’ Fëanáro’s interest in Artanis’ hair, amusing at first, was becoming a worrying fixation.

“Uncle,” Findaráto replied to the elegantly but plainly attired Fëanáro. He wore no costume or mask save a tall plumed headpiece — likely at his wife’s insistence. Fëanáro was vocal in his disdain for wearing disguises, even in fun (and yet his hand in crafting the bedazzled costumes of his sons was unmistakable). “Good evening. No, I have not seen Artanis.”

Fëanáro frowned. “Hm.” He threw back the last of his drink and shoved the glass into Findaráto’s hand. “Would you tell my wife I’ve gone for a walk?”

Without waiting for an answer, Fëanáro spun, heels clicking on the stone floor as he marched towards the hall’s exit.

Findaráto stared at his retreating figure. His mouth flapped uselessly. 'Leave my sister alone!' he wanted to cry. Especially now. Artanis’ proclivities were no secret to her eldest brother and primary confidant (or so Findaráto flattered himself into believing). If Artanis was nowhere to be found at this hour there was almost certainly a salacious reason for it. So far the evening had gone so well! Not even a word of aggression exchanged between the bifurcated lines of Finwë. But if Fëanáro were to catch Artanis in an act of passion—! Findaráto rather doubted the proud son of Míriel would come away unscathed.

By now, Fëanáro was nothing but a black plume rising above the crowd. Findaráto trotted after him.

~

Fëanáro stalked through the garden paths silent and perilous as a panther. Findaráto tracked him. It was due only to his greater familiarity with these gardens, which his uncle shunned whenever possible, that he managed to escape notice.

While keeping an eye on Fëanáro, Findaráto quirked his ears in the direction of various locations he knew from personal experience to be ideal for holding tryst.

His left ear caught on a staccato series of sharp cries. They were coming from the primrose garden. A low moan and murmur soothed the cries into silence. Momentarily — for they started up again almost at once, louder than before, and then broke into speech.

“Aahh, yes, yes! Fuck me, you wanton rogue!”

A knowing grimace tugged Findaráto's mouth down. He was by now mostly inured to the shock of hearing such cries from Artanis' mouth, but no big brother would ever wholly be free of the impulse to drag his little sister away from her ravisher, no matter how willing she might be.

Then he panicked: the path Fëanáro followed was leading him directly to her location. Findaráto broke into a run, thoughts grasping for a clever distraction while his feet raced to stop his uncle.

When he came to a breathless halt and Fëanáro spun on him, he still had no plan.

~

“Then I just blurted: ‘Uncle!’ — he grimaced at that — ‘I’ve been meaning to ask you about a point in your recent lecture on the tehtar.’ ‘Yes?’ he said. ‘Er yes,’ I said, frantically trying to remember something from the talk. ‘Ah! Yes, well, as you know, I am fluent in Telerin,’ — he huffed and rolled his eyes at that — ‘and I was interested in your point about the roots of Quenya méla as it relates to Telerin māla.’ He raised his brows impatiently, but his eyes lit up. I think my youthful enthusiasm must have saved me from humiliation. ‘Well, my Telerin prince,’ he said, ‘it doesn’t,’ then he took me by the arm and indulged me with an hour lecture on the coalescing of vowels, which might have gone on until Laurelin’s flowering had not your mother tracked us down and dragged him away. But it was a small price to pay to keep him from coming upon my sister and her lover. Can you imagine!”

Findaráto burst into a fit of laughter.

“Mm, clever Ingo.” Macalaurë nipped Findaráto’s collarbone. His hands tightened around his ribs.

“Ah, that tickles!” Findaráto shrieked.

Macalaurë settled himself on top. Findaráto was still chuckling as he stooped to kiss him. When he pulled away, his lips curled in that way that meant he was about to say something he thought witty: “Lucky you didn’t walk yourself into a bed of thorns.”

“Oh, please.” Findaráto smacked his shoulder.

Macalaurë’s smirk split into a grin. His thumbs followed the curve of Findaráto’s pectorals and toyed with the pearl rings piercing his nipples. When Findaráto responded with a shiver, he slipped his tongue through one of the rings.

Findaráto’s sigh of pleasure ended in another fit of giggles. He could not keep his thoughts from straying to the narrowly-avoided crisis in the gardens.

“Who do you think she was with?” he mused.

Macalaurë groaned and thumped his forehead against Findaráto’s breastbone. “I do not care!” he grumbled, then bracing himself on his elbows and adjusting his hips so that the hard length of his arousal met Findaráto’s abdomen, he said more seductively: “You are with me now, and there is something we need to finish.”

Findaráto’s own arousal jumped in answer, and he allowed himself to be rolled over and hoisted on top of Macalaurë, where their mouths joined hungrily.

It was not long before Findaráto’s neck was thrown back, breath coming in short gasps and hands clenching and unclenching around the sheets, while two slick fingers worked to ease him open. A tongue swirled around the head of his shaft. A shock of pleasure rushed from each point of contact and Findaráto cried out when they met mingled inside him.

Then suddenly he was bereft of both tongue and fingers. “Wha— What, no! Please, don’t stop, I’m— wha—”

A hand clamped over his mouth. “Did you hear that?”

“Herwut?” Findaráto mumbled against Macalaurë’s palm.

A shout and the patter of feet on the stairs answered for him.

“Ingo!” the woman’s voice called.

Ai! Findaráto cursed himself for not speaking to Artanis after the last incident with the wax ‘body painting’. “You have to draw a boundary, Ingo,” echoed Turukáno’s wisdom from the recesses of his memory. Too late now.

“Quick!” he squirmed out from under Macalaurë’s embrace. “It’s Artanis! Under the cover!”

Findaráto sprung up to tug at the blanket bunched at the foot of the bed, but with a flash of skin Macalaurë was out of the bed and—

“NO!” cried Findaráto.

—out the window.

In the same moment he disappeared from sight, the door swung open. “Ingo! You will not believe the evening I have had!” Artanis swept into the room, and her oblivious enthusiasm granted Findaráto precious seconds with which to cover himself.

She perched on the edge of the bed, flinging her cobra headdress onto the mattress beside her.

“Hello sister,” said Findaráto, and smiled.

Artanis laughed. “Ingo, did you know there are hatches in the ceiling of the Palace that lead to little balconies atop the turrets?”

“Mmhmm.” Under the cover, Findaráto’s fingers gripped his knees. His teeth clenched behind his smile.

“Well, there was this elf behaving very oddly — the one dressed as a seahorse, did you see him? — and he slipped off for a ‘rendezvous’, so I followed him.” A pained squeak rose in Findaráto’s throat. “Oh, don’t be a prude, I know you would have done the same. In any case—”

Abruptly, she stopped, her darting eyes landing on the nightstand on the opposite side of the bed. On top of it lay Macalaurë’s forgotten, and rather mussed-up, seahorse mask.

Her face fell. “Why do you have that,” she said darkly, a pallor of revulsion bleaching the rosy tint from her cheeks.

~

Angaráto was seated on the low portico wall when the nude elf landed in the flowerbed directly in front of him, arms extended like wings and mouth agape, as if shocked he’d stuck the landing.

Grinning smoothly, Angaráto shoved the dark head between his thighs down and draped his other hand casually across his hips.

“Hello Macalaurë,” he said. The body lying prostrate against the wall at his feet grunted. Angaráto kicked it.

Macalaurë blinked, mouth still hanging open.

“Are you lost?” Angaráto asked.

“I…” Macalaurë stammered. While he waited for his cousin to verbalise his thoughts, Angaráto’s eyes darted down the exposed plane of his chest to find him — as expected of one who had fallen naked from his older brother’s window — still half-hard. Macalaurë evidently took this as a sign of interest (which it was, on some level): when Angaráto’s gaze again found his, he was smiling smugly.

Macalaurë dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. “Lost? Not at all! I was just going for a swim — would you like to come?” His brows waggled suggestively.

This could be fun, Angaráto thought, stamping down on the body beneath him and leaning forward to come closer to Macalaurë. “A swim, eh?” he said.

Then several things happened at once:

The body on the ground sprung up between them, knocking Angaráto’s chin with one shoulder as he swung to shove Macalaurë into the greenery.

“Can you not leave anyone for the rest of us?” growled Macalaurë’s assailant.

“Carnistir?!” Macalaurë cried. “But I thought you hated—”

From upstairs, a shriek louder than both Macalaurë’s disbelieving protests and Angaráto’s roll of laughter: “I cannot believe you let a Fëanárion put his teeth near your—! Ugh!”

“I can’t believe you were listening! How could you not have known it was me?”

This was followed by a cry of dismay and several incomprehensible noises of disgust. “I don’t know! He was very— oh Varda save me! I can’t believe I let a Fëanárion fuck me!”

“You WHAT!?”

“I let him fuck me! After I heard him with you, I went to the gardens and he fucked me. And then he came back here, to you, the insatiable boar!”

But when Artanis and Findaráto appeared side-by-side, torsos thrust out of the upstairs window, shouting “Cáno!” and “You Fëanárian philanderer!”, it was only Angaráto they saw grinning up at them.

Concealed by a high retaining wall, Carnistir and Macalaurë made a slow retreat, mouthing curses, flicking, shoving, and tugging at the other’s hair.

~

The dining room in the seldom-occupied quarters set aside for Fëanáro and his household slowly filled with bodies. Fëanáro beamed as brightly as the rays of Laurelin streaming through the windows as each of his sons took their seats around the table.

When at last they were all assembled, Fëanáro addressed them. “My sons, I am most proud of your appearances last night. Seeing each of you like a jewel amid the crowd—” he ignored several groans “—swells my heart with—” a glimmer stopped him short. Laurelin’s light had caught on a long thread of gold on the tablecloth between Macalaurë and Carnistir.

“What is that?” Fëanáro asked.

His sons mistook the intensity of his tone for displeasure. “Oh, sorry,” they both said at once, reaching for the glorious strand of hair.

“No, let me see that,” said Fëanáro, extending his hand greedily. Macalaurë scowled (poor child, thought Fëanáro, he had clearly had too much drink), then plucked the hair from the table and held it out for his father.

Fëanáro snatched it from him and twisted it around one finger reverentially. He slipped it into a pocket. He looked from Macalaurë to Carnistir, briefly considering which of them— no matter. He had it now, that precious filament of mingled light he had so long sought.

“You did well,” he said to them both.

Sticking his fork into his eggs with satisfaction, he missed Macalaurë whispering to his brother: “Should we tell him?”

“No,” Carnistir replied, and shrugged. “Anyway, who's to say it isn’t hers?

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Elves (and Mairon) in their less random moments

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Elves' General Headcanons on Same-Sex Relationships

Request: I'm torn between how the elves would react to a s/o with DID or the opinions on male x male relationships. - Anon

A/N: Hey anon, decided to make your request a general headcanon for same-sex instead of focusing on one since the headcanons would cover both. Hope you're okay with this.

⇴ Firstly, elves believe that they connect to each other through their fëa and not the hroä. They are aware that this connection is different between two mortals.

⇴ Love is something very serious among the elves, so to them seeing two persons of the same sex in love, it's not going to be a strange sight.

⇴ It may not be a common, everyday sighting for them, but they are aware of the occurrence.

⇴ When they meet the couple, they would be interested in learning how they fell in love and their story.

⇻ They would drag you both off to a private area where you could relay your love story. Giggling and smiling at how funny or romantic your first meeting was.

⇴ Great support is given to them should they reveal that it's not a common sight among mortals in their homes.

⇴ Elves firmly believe that love should not just be limited to one race or sex, but to all.

⇴ To love someone is not to just love their physical appearance, but to love their soul.

⇴ As a same-sex couple, you will have your personal little group of elves that will support you both no matter what. They are happy for you and only want peace and love to come your way.

⇴ Some elves will host a celebration in honour of your newfound relationship and give you both high praises.

⇴ If you mention that your hometown isn't welcoming of your relationship, note that they would be horrified at the treatment.

⇴ Your elves would be quick to grant you stay in their home, whether it be in Himring, Thargelion, Imladris, Lothlorien and so forth.

⇴ You would have great support from the elves for your relationship and they would not accept any negative criticism being generated towards your relationship.

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[annoyinglandmagazine]

The Great Finwean House party

‘Nolofinwe’s on the way home!!! The dinner at grandads just finished the lights are off at the banquet hall!’ Aegnor’s yell over the noise in the house made Turgon freeze from where he was fetching another bottle of wine. ‘Oh fuck,’ and they set into motion trying to sort out this situation before they all got disowned. The first thing to catch his attention was the presence of several wild animals including a fucking stag so Turgon went looking for Tyelko and his darling little sister. They were trying to wrestle a moose, because of course they were and Tyelko was wearing disturbingly little clothing, though that may be down to the game of strip poker he recalls Glorfindel initiating earlier. It could also be down to the fact that Tyelko is always naked by the end of these things whether there’s an explanation or not. This may take a while. Aegnor also decided to go looking for his sister first, he had been thinking about getting Finrod, but decided he’d prefer not to be scarred for life. Artanis seemed to be in the process of fighting Argon and Curufin at once, seemingly over a game of cards. She was winning. He tried to pull her back but was met with a knee in certain reproductive organs. It was kind of on him, Artanis was always an aggressive drunk and he was fairly certain everyone had had a minimum of three bottles by now.

He decided to take a tactical retreat, and went to find Nelyo instead. He was the responsible one, he’d be able to take charge. Anyway he was the only one with any sort of success record in dealing with the rest of the Feanorians. He should have been expecting it. Rule number 1 of Finwean house parties (aside from the obvious don’t tell anyones parents rules) was that you should leave Maedhros alone during the course of the event. And preferably until the next morning just in case. This was the only rule the Feanorians all followed at all times and for good reason. He walked into the room he’d seen Nelyo disappear into just after ‘knife throwing for heavy drinkers’ and immediately wanted to bleach his eyes out. Findekano and Maedhros both seemed pretty preoccupied and didn’t even seem to see him come him. He decided to just yell ‘Nolofinwe’s coming’ from the hallway. It had the desired effect and they came scrambling out moments later trying to drunkenly find all the clasps on their clothing. Maedhros went bright red when he saw Aegnor in the doorway and opened his mouth to explain but Aegnor cut him off, simply saying ‘just lock the damn door next time.’ The venture turned out not to have been a complete disaster because Maedhros did end up taking charge. He seemed to flip a switch and when he raised his voice the entire house stopped what they were doing. ‘Ok everyone you know the drill! Nolofinwe’s getting back here soon and if any of our parents find out even a fraction of what we were doing tonight they will never trust any of us alone again!’ he was impressively authoritative for someone who had very obviously just been getting a blowjob less than five minutes ago.‘Tyelko, Irisse, I swear to the Valar if you haven’t got all the animals out of the house in ten minutes….,’ Tyelko groaned ‘on it, on it.’ ‘Good, Artanis, let go of Curvo and help him wipe the blood off the table,’ Artanis gave him a glare and for a second Aegnor thought she might refuse, she was the only one that would ever dream of disobeying the eldest, but eventually she seemed to decide it wasn’t worth her while. ‘Moryo, put down the knife, I know Angrod’s a brat but there’s enough blood from the drinking games already, help me out here,’ Caranthir relented with one last threat to his cousin before moving to help clean up.

‘Maglor, please stop singing, they’ll be able to tell you’re here from a mile away, and Finrod!’ he yelled up the stairs now, ‘put your clothes back on!’ ‘How do you know what I’m doing?’ was the reply. ‘Well are you or the approximately two people in the room with you wearing clothes? No? Thought not. Get sorted the fuck out. Same goes for you Glorfindel! And Ecthelion I guess.’ and then with a look of horror Maedhros looked around frantically ‘No one invited the Ambarussa right?’ ‘No, of course not, we must preserve the innocents, what you think we’re fucking mental,’ was the general consensus. Maedhros breathed a sigh of relief ‘Alright everyone let’s get to work!’

With that they all scampered about, defying all logic and cleaning faster than they would have were they even remotely sober. These things were a base instinct at this point though, and there was no trace of any of it in half an hour. ‘Scatter!’ was the final yell from Tyelko, and they seemed to melt into the walls slipping out windows and back doors with one final word of ‘same time next month?’

#Silmarillion #keeping up with the finweans #Noldor #i might play around with this a little more #Tolkien #finweans #russingon #celegorm #curufin #caranthir #finrod #glorthelion #glorfindel #Galadriel #aegnor #turgon #maedhros x fingon #maedhros #maglor #fingon #aredhel #argon #angrod

[lyrainbeleriand]

The Silmarillion | Fan-Made Animation of Noldor History | Blood Red Demon Under the Stone

I am posting this beautiful masterpiece on behalf of my friend 施九畹 because we chineses can’t access youtube lol.

Here‘s what she wants to say: "Thanks to all my friends for their hard work through many days and nights in order to accomplish this. We create this out of the shared love for J.R.R.Tolkien and his work the Silmarillion, using this famous track from the Japanese band Sound Horizon. It took us two months to finish this animation, quoting a lot of lines from the Silmarillion itself, but also mixed it with other story versions from the History of Middle Earth, (for example, the death of Amras) with some understanding of the characters of our own. We hope you will enjoy this video. To the Star of Earendil above, all glory goes to the kings of Noldor Elves and J.R.R.Tolkien!"  

When watching this please remember to turn on the subtitles for a better understanding of the lyrics!

#youtube #silmarillion #noldor #noldor elves #feanor #fingolfin #finarfin #maedhros #fingon #maedhros x fingon #russingon #maglor #feanorians #aredhel #elrond #celebrimbor #gil galad #galadriel #MAD #animation #fan made animation #jrr tolkien #the silmarillon #turgon #elenwe #haldor #gundor #amras #angrod #aegnor

[saturn-s-moon]

So, now that it's over here are some of my favorite pieces from tolkientober!

Day 6 - song. Maglor singing his angsty songs on the shore was all I could think abt lol

Day 9 - star. Cliche but star of eärendil + the kidnap family cuz I'm obsessed with them sorry

Day 10 - evil. Annatar & Celembrimbor !! They make me a Bit insane

Day 11 - king - Now the cliché thing would be just aragorn (return of the king is literally about him) but I love the silm too much to not include my elves so. My actual fav drawing in this entire thing !!! Colors!!!!

Day 14 - love. Celeborn + Galadriel getting married in traditional Tang dynasty clothes cuz of Reasons. Last colored one and I love this one too !!

Day 15 - tree. Coming up w something for this was hard but I had just watched fotr extended edition and thought about these parallels

Day 25 - Grow(th) . I had just read Little Bird and had feels about dad Amras w Elwing so I did this lol

Day 27 - fight. A silly joke cuz Turgon fighting his bisexuality is funny to me (the one talking is aredhel btw)

I have two more but those will be their own separate posts!

Happy Halloween <3

#The silmarillion #Lord of the rings #Tolkientober #Maglor #Maedhros #Elrond #Elros #Celembrimbor #Annatar #Silvergifting #Celeborn #Galadriel #Celeborn x Galadriel #Finwë #Fingolfin #Fingon #Gil galad #Aragorn #Frodo Baggins #Elwing #Aredhel #Turgon #Ok that's all #Bye it's 11pm #I gotta wake up at 5 💀

[imfromthemiddlekingdom]

I’m translating a crack fic I wrote three years ago from Chinese to English and I do not remember what I was on when I wrote that fic but apparently I decided that Orodreth and Galadriel were both the children of maglor and Finrod??? Like what made me decide that, yes this was the direction I wanted my fic to go in??? Like the whole fic is basically “what if Orodreth was the first born son of Finrod and Maglor but due to ‘circumstances’ they had to give him up to be raised as Arafinwes son? And *gasp* they had Galadriel about a century afterwards and since tensions were rising in Tirion Arafinwe claimed her as a daughter too????” The time line does not make any sense at all but I am too in love with this premise to give a fuck about it.

#the silmarillion #Finrod #maglor #orodreth #Galadriel #what if I made my crack fic not a crack fic? #idk what the ship name for maglor x Finrod is but I dig it

[animatorweirdo]

Frozen heart 3; the last echo

(This is a headcanon version of my continuation of frozen heart saga. I didn’t have the energy to make it into full series, so I made it into a headcanon version. I couldn't make this idea go away, so I wrote it and I hope you like it. I can assure the frozen heart series will end here, this is the last part,)

Warnings; angst, loneliness, fluff, family bonding, sad, a cannibal, harsh reality, injuries and mentions of death. 

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-It was dark and cold. Your mind couldn't progress with what was happening. Your mind was blank, so you couldn't even comprehend anything. It was just empty.

-You couldn't see anything. It was pitch black, but you heard voices. They were distant and unclear. So you couldn't make anything out of them.

-Something was weighing you down, yet you felt you were levitating.

-Your mind couldn't think anything. What happened? Was this a dream of some sort? And what are those voices you kept hearing?

-Something crumbled in the weightless space, then you felt pressure pushing you upward.

-It was like a jolt of lighting went through your body, and your empty mind started to awake with thoughts.

-You opened your eyes, but you couldn't see anything. It was dark, and your vision was hazy. You felt the bubbles pushing you up, but something kept you down.

-Your mind was confused by the bubbles until you realized you weren't breathing.

-Your mind awakened in panic when you realized you were underwater and chains kept you down on the bottom. You tried to free yourself, but nothing happened until you heard a loud sound, and the chains loosened.

-The water stream then snatched you and flowed you through a tunnel.

-You screamed in panic as water-filled your throat, but then you saw the light with your hazy vision, and before you knew it, your body shot through the surface.

-You gasped and coughed when you breathed air inside your lungs. Your body ached in pain as the violent water geyser ejected you onto solid ground.

-Your vision became unclouded, and the first thing you saw was the empty eyes of the deer skull, which looked old and had cracks on its white surface.

-Your mind was screaming for an explanation. The cold wind embraced your soaked form, and you were shaking with clattering teeth. Hunger and thirst for clear water filled your mouth, and the first thing that came to your mind was a question.

-Where the hell are you?

-You gasped in fright when you saw giant spiders, but they left in fear when they saw you. You were confused, then a pair of elves in green appeared and stared at you with confused and alarmed expressions.

-You didn't think of them as a threat, so you asked them what happened and where are you exactly.

-Well, the elven scouts brought you into their underground kingdom, which looked oddly similar to another place you couldn't remember.

-They gave you some dry clothes and water because you were almost passing out from dehydration. They then brought you to meet their king because you were a trespasser, and your sudden appearance frightened the spiders for some reason.

-You were scared because these elves weren't friendly, so you weren't excited to meet their king. However, things went weird when the king saw you and apparently recognized you.

-You had no clue who king Thranduil was and how he seemed to know you.

-It then clicked, and you recognized him as the elven kid who once made fun of you. You don't know when or where. It was just a gut feeling.

-He demanded to know how you were alive after hundreds of years, confusing you because you did not have the answer. You asked about the Noldor elves because you had a feeling you might find the answer with them.

-Thranduil looked mad when you mentioned the Noldor but did tell you to find Rivendel and seek counsel from an elf known as Elrond.  

-He gave you some stuff to travel, then kind of kicked you out of his kingdom.

-You were confused and frightened but then focused on finding Rivendel and talking with the guy named Elrond. Whoever he was.

-The snappy king gave you a map, so you had some idea where you were going.

-Traveling for days on foot was exhausting, but it gave you a chance to see and take in the world around you. Everything looked unfamiliar. It wasn't anything like the Beleriand you knew and remembered.

-When you think about it, you don't remember anything about what happened or why you were in that watery place. A headache would strike you if you tried to focus on it. It left you with several questions.

-Where was Himring? Is Camilla Okay? And what about Maglor?

-The last thing you remember was his scream and hand reaching out for you.

-Why was he crying? Did something terrible happen?

-Whatever it was, you hoped Elrond might have the answers you seek.

-You managed to find your way into Rivendel after a couple of days. You were exhausted and hungry. The lunch Mirkwood elves were so generous to give was not so fulfilling.

-Without Camilla, you were anxious to request the elven lord's audience, but you managed after he suddenly came to you when you arrived.

-You tried to explain your situation to him and asked if he knew anything about Maglor or Maedhros's fortress Himring.

-He was surprised when you spoke about them and asked many questions about how you knew about them.

-You tried to answer best with your current knowledge, but the conversation almost felt like an interrogation. What was up with these elves nowadays?

-Elrond then asked to meet you in private, bringing a strange wooden box.

-You were confused until he opened it, and you saw many of your old stuff in there, along with things Maglor liked to treasure.  

-Your old phone is in a surprisingly well condition. Musical notes, drawings, and things you gave Maglor as a gift during his birthdays, like feather quills you made yourself and a special blanket he especially loved.

-Elves didn't celebrate their birthdays often, but you made that into a tradition with Maglor because you loved seeing him smile.

-Elrond then told you everything when you recognized the stuff in the box. He had a sense of familiarity when he saw you, and your reaction to the items confirmed his suspicion.

-He explained what happened during the first and second age. He also revealed that Maglor was technically his adoptive father. Maedhros and the rest of his brothers had unfortunately passed away, but he went missing after fulfilling the oath for the silmarils.

-You were shocked. The information was a lot to take in. The realization everything had changed, and the what's worse. Everyone you ever knew is dead.

-Maglor was missing, and there was no way Camilla was still alive. She must have passed away from old age or suffered another fate. The lack of information and the realization made you incredibly emotional.

-You almost suffered a panic attack when you realized you were alone. Alone with the wendigo.

-Luckily, Elrond managed to keep you calm, and you took hold of yourself.

-You had no idea what happened or why you were still alive, so you weren't sure what to do.

-You took time to think through your current situation. Elrond was kind enough to help you rest and gave you the ingredients needed to make the medicine. You didn't feel the wendigo's presence, but just in case.

-You managed to bond with Elrond as he spoke about Maglor and the good things that happened. It broke your heart when you heard how much Maglor grieved after your supposed death.

-Your death was sudden, and Maglor kept your stuff to feel closure.

-Your motivation started to build up, and you decided that you were going to look for Maglor.

-You wanted to see him again, especially since he has grandkids.

-Elrond's twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, were super adorable. You started playing with them every time they saw you.

-Elrond supported your decision, giving pointers and possible locations to look from. It was an operation to find his dad and your lover.

-Last time Elrond saw him was when he vanished on the shores, so you might want to try your luck there.

-You felt sure and motivated. Elrond gave you a horse, supplies, and a weapon to defend yourself with. You were ready, so you set out toward Lindon.  

-Everything happened fast, but you were ready to take it on because you needed answers. Morgoth was gone, so middle earth should be much safe for traveling.

-Well, you got that part wrong because you were ambushed by a group of orcs when you decided to take the mountain road.

-Your horse had run off, and you got terribly outnumbered, so you made a risky decision and jumped off the cliff.

-The orcs ran past you, but after some time to make sure you were on the clear. Your hands started slipping.

-You tried to climb back up in a panic but lost the hold of the edge and almost fell if someone didn't grab you and pull you up in time.

-You turned toward your savior, who was an elf with the shiniest blond hair ever.

-Finrod, he encountered your ran away horse and followed the orc tracks to you. He complimented and scolded how brave and foolish your stunt was.

-You had no time to deal with scolding, so you just grabbed your horse, thanked him for the save, and left.

-He then stopped you and explained Ulmo had sent him to assist you on your quest.

-You were confused because what did the valar of the ocean have anything to do with you.

-You then remember Finrod was one of Maglor's half cousins and died by wrestling a wolf. The revelation made you even more confused.

-Finrod was happy to explain Ulmo had come to him and asked him to assist you in finding Maglor. He agreed, hoping his cousin would have a chance for redemption. Thus he traveled back to middle earth from the undying lands.

-He was also aware of your unique situation and that you weren't from this world.

-You were confused but then thought that maybe Ulmo was the one who released you from that place.

-In the end, you let him tag along, and he was interesting company, to say at least.

-He talked a lot about the first age and asked a lot about your relationship with Maglor. He was a stranger to you but slowly revealed sweet things you had with Maglor and the motivation to find him.

-He was peculiarly interested in the song you kept humming. You explained Maglor it, and it gave you comfort, so he didn't push further.

-The travel soon ended when you reached Lindon.

-The city you arrived in was impressive and unlike anything you have ever seen.

-The place was huge, so you asked Finrod to talk with some people and gain info while you go wandering in the taverns and ports to find some rumors that could help.

-He found the plan reasonable and wished you good luck with your findings.

-You went to the ports and decided to test your social skills. Sailors and travelers always liked sharing stories, so you have a big chance to find something useful.

-Well, you learned many things, but whenever you asked about the Noldor or even mentioned the infamous feanorians. People would ramble about how terrible they were and how it was a good thing they perished with their oath.

-It was shocking. You knew Maglor and his brothers had a reputation because of the kinslaying. It has been hundreds of years. It shouldn't be this bad. What did they do to deserve this kind of hate?

-And you heard a lot about a creature called Helceth, a beast of winter, who devoured the evil. It was apparently a famous myth. You felt strange because the beast sounded oddly similar to the wendigo.

-You walked around, trying to decide where to look next. You had a bad feeling that you were about to face a horrible truth, and things weren't like what they seemed.

-You then heard your name getting called and dumbed on a familiar face.

-You felt happy when you saw it was Melui, an old friend. He was surprised but happy to see you, and you both hugged each other.

-The reunion was heart-filling, and he invited you for dinner to catch up.

-It was nice for a while. You explained your situation, and Melui was understanding, but he went quiet after you asked if Nelle was around.

-He revealed Nelle had died during the ransacking of Doriath. She got killed by the hands of one of Maglor's brothers, who came to seek the silmaril from Dior's hands.

-You were shocked to hear it. Melui then continued telling how Maglor and his brothers had caused even more gruesome kin slaying at the haven of Sirion. Melui was there, witnessing it all.

-You almost didn't believe it, but it made sense why people spoke so hatefully about them.

-Melui understood your wish to find him since you were alive and he was your lover, but he discouraged it because you shouldn't waste your time on someone who had caused so much evil.

-He will never be able to forgive the noldorian because, without him or his family, Nelle would have been alive. The two got together and planned to get married.

-Melui gave you hints on Noldor elves who defected from serving the feanorians. Someone there might give you more detailed answers.

-You thanked Melui and traveled to the place. There were a lot of Noldor elves who looked familiar, but then you managed to find someone even more familiar; Rhaon, Maglor's head guard.

-Rhaon was shocked to see you, but he was willing to talk about what happened and even gave more insight into what happened before your supposed death.

-You were on a trip but went missing with many others. It was most likely an orc attack. Maglor went to find and rescue you, but he returned empty-handed and said you had died.

-Your death caused Maglor to go into deep grief, and it was like he became lifeless when even more bad things happened.

-Camilla left and never came back. Rhaon wasn't sure what she did after your death, but there was no doubt she died from old age after many years.

-Rhaon then apologized. He wished to look after his lord but couldn't handle the orders. They became more mad and evil every day, so he defected before he would do something he would regret forever.

-You assured his defection was reasonable. You thanked him and wished him and his family a good life before leaving to return to Finrod.

-You were drained, to say at least. You never thought Maglor would do such horrible things. You needed to talk with Elrond because he didn't mention that he and his brother were taken as hostages, not adopted.

-Finrod was excited to tell you everything he learned, but he got quiet when he saw how tired you were and that you had a horrible reality check.

-You asked if he was aware of things that happened, and he answered he might have heard when he was still in Valinor. News reached far.

-You were tired and wished to go back to Rivendell. You didn't want to stay in Lindon because it was such a hate-filled place, so you two traveled overnight back to Rivendel.

-Elrond welcomed you back, but you asked if it was true; that Maglor had taken him and his twin brother as hostages during the last kinslaying.

-Elrond admitted it was true but then explained the situation changed, and he grew to love Maglor as his father. Maglor never treated him or his twin like hostages.

-He never thought Maglor was a terrible person by heart, and he learned about you when he coincidentally found the box Maglor treasured so much. Maglor spoke very fondly about you and all the stuff you did together. He missed you more than anyone.

-Maglor might have made the story and the infamous songs about Helceth since they were about you.

-You pretty much had an emotional breakdown, and Elrond tried his best to comfort you, but you just hugged him. You were confused and scared. You were all alone, and things had changed drastically. You weren't sure if you should look for Maglor anymore.

-Would he be happy to see you? Or will you face another gruesome truth?

-Elrond made you take time to rest before making drastic decisions. You were grateful because it gave you time to think.

-You bonded with him, and you two exchanged stories about Maglor and how things could have been.

-You adored him and his little family. The twins once heard you talking about Maglor and asked if you were their grandma. It was a surprising turn, but you went with it since Elrond didn't mind. Celebrian was a lovely elleth, and you were excited for her since she was expecting another bundle of joy.

-It was a funny turn when Elrond met Finrod. Elrond was confused and startled like a child, while Finrod was excited to meet his niece and nephew-in-law.

-Elladan and Elrohir were most excited to meet their supposed great uncle.

-You enjoyed the peace and no doubt grew to love Elrond, sometimes imagining he could have been your and Maglor's peredhel child since Maglor would have loved to have a family of his own.

-You too. If having children wasn't so risky for you. The wendigo can't reproduce or be inherited, so another wendigo wasn't the problem. It was the health problems your children would have gotten if you decided to have them.

-After some time and resting, Celebrian suggested visiting her mother.

-Galadriel had a vast knowledge about mystical arts, so she could help you regain your missing memories.

-You have heard about her, but you were not eager to find out what happened when you died. But since you were not a coward and used to facing things. You went for it, or you will never know what happened to you hundreds of years ago.

-The travel to Lothlorien wasn't too long. The place was beautiful and enchanting to your eyes. The reunion between Finrod and Galadriel was heartwarming, but when she saw you, though, things got weird.

-She knew who you were and that you possessed a dark curse. It was strange because you had never met her in your life, so how did she know.

-She then revealed she had met Camilla after your supposed death.

-Camilla had come to her on many occasions and tried everything to bring you back. She knew you didn't die after the incident. However, she didn't manage to find a way and thus passed away in the sands of time.

-Galadriel brought you to her mirror that could help you remember what exactly happened. She warned you the truth might be more gruesome, but you had faced many gruesome already, so what was the difference with this one.

-You looked into the mirror, and the mystery of your supposed death finally revealed itself, and you remembered.

-You were on a trip with elves because you liked traveling, but then the orcs came and slaughtered everyone except those who survived. You were among them and watched as the orcs sacrificed the people for darker power, then it came to you.

-Maglor came to rescue Camilla, but they witnessed you losing control and slaughtering everyone on your path.

-You escaped and returned normal, injured and alone.

-There was a lake, and Maglor found you, but then an arrow struck you in the heart, and a creature from underwater came and took you.

-You tried to struggle yourself free, but the creature wrapped itself around you and pulled you into the depths. They turned into chains, and you watched as Maglor tried to reach out for you, crying out your name.

-The darkness took you into its embrace, and you lost consciousness, your mind wandering into a dream-like state when you took your last breath, then nothing.

-You gazed away from the mirror with a beating heart, feeling the scar on your chest. You almost had a hard time breathing by the revelation.

-You were right from the start. You were sealed away by some darker magic and recently woke up when the effect grew weaker.

-Finrod tried to comfort you, knowing you were going much by the information. You wished to be alone, but then Galadriel revealed the place of Camilla's grave.

-She took you there and left you in peace. You fell on your knees, staring at the tombstone where Camilla's name was carved, and hugged it, finally reunited with your best friend, your only family.

-You didn't leave her side for a long time, and the elves let you grieve in peace. Finrod came to get you to rest and eat before you two made their way back toward Rivendel.

-You felt broken. Nothing helped you feel better, not even humming the songs.

-Finrod tried to console you, but you just questioned why he came and wanted to help you find Maglor.

-He revealed he wanted his cousin to find a second chance, but now he also wanted to reunite you two because it reminded him about the time his brother and a maiden named Andreth couldn't be together.

-He helped Beren and Luthien to be together since he made an oath, but now he wanted to make sure you and Maglor find each other again. He made a mistake once with his brother and Andreth. He was not going to sit by and watch your separation.

-You would find some comfort in his words, but things went sour when bandits ambushed you and tried to rob you.

-Finrod tried to negotiate with them, but it ended up in a fight, and Finrod tried to defend you since you were not in the right state of mind.

-You knew how to defend yourself, but then one of the bandits struck you in the head, causing your heart to beat in panic and pulse with a familiar sensation.

-Your eyes froze, and your teeth came out, allowing the monster within you to come out and lose control. It didn't feel better when the anger and despair enchanted the temptation to kill.

-You started slaughtering the men in a mindless rampage, and Finrod bore witness to the onslaught.

-He was frightened by your brutality, then you turned your gaze upon him and attacked, tackling him to the ground.

-He avoided your teeth by blunging his sword sheet between your mouth and pushing you away. He tried to call out for you, but you didn't answer. At that moment, he realized that you weren't there anymore. A beast was staring down at him with killing intent.

-He would feel hopeless because he didn't want to hurt you until he remembered the song you kept humming to yourself, the one Maglor made for you.

-Finrod started humming softly but loud enough to hear between your groans and growls.

-Your humanity slowly returned when you heard the song, and watery tears fell from your eyes as the frost melted.

-You felt immense regret and couldn't stop apologizing for what you did.

-Finrod consoled you, for now, he knew the curse you possessed wasn't just a curse, and he saw how much pain it caused you.

-You two were on your way back to Rivendel until something caught your attention.

-There was a whistling sound that sounded like a song.

-It called upon you, so you wandered off, following it. Finrod panicked when he saw you gone and tried to look for you.

-You followed the whistling, which turned into humming. It sounded familiar, filling your heart with hope.

-You frantically followed the humming to a beach and called out for Maglor because you were sure that was his voice.

-The humming continued, then a thick mist rose around you. You had a bad feeling when you heard the humming cease into silence.

-In the corner of your eye, you noticed a dark shadow and what seemed to be a blade. It all happened fast. The only thing that crossed your mind was that you fucked up.

-You merely avoided the blade. It managed to slice through your clothes, and now there was a nasty gash on your arm.

-When you saw your attacker, you almost whined in despair when you saw who it was. It was Langon. The shithead who tormented you and a guy with the longest grudge. He was out to get you for what you did when you took over the fortress.

-You tried to talk your way out of it, but the silver-haired maia was unhinged and wanted to finish what he should have done ages ago.

-You had trained with the sword, so you managed to hold yourself for a while. However, Langon was still a supernatural being, thus faster and stronger than you, so he got you down in mere minutes.

-Langon inflicted several deadly wounds on you. There was a low chance you would survive after this.

-He was ready to finish you off until you found a chance to plunge the sword into his side, paralyzing him and making him drop the weapon.

-You pushed him down, making sure your sword was stuck deeper into his side, before falling to the ground with deep breaths. The mist dissipated, allowing you to see the ocean and the land around you.

-Langon threw curses at you, unable to move and bleeding from his mouth. You asked what's his problem and why he would hold the grudge for so long. It wasn't your fault he lost the fortress. You were paying back the torment he gave you.

-He told you it wasn't about the fortress. It was the misfortune that happened to him caused by you. He already had a bad reputation due to his original mistake, but then you arrived, took away his only chance, and no one believed him.

-He was punished and humiliated, so that's why he swore to get his revenge on you.

-You asked, what was the worth of revenge when Morgoth was already gone, and even if he was still around, what's the point of pleasing him when he caused some much damage over one mistake.

-Morgoth was a shit boss, so why Langon should do anything for him anymore.

-Langon would curse at you, but stayed quiet, so you both sat in silence.

-You apologized that he had a thought life and tried to talk sense that he might have a better life if he repented and returned to the valars.

-He denied but you said it might be more worth it than living under his former lord's shadows. He should do what's best for him in exchange.

-He thought about it for a moment, then you decided to stay by his side since he was in the same predicament as you. Alone.

-He tried to make you go away that he didn't want your sympathy. You weren't sympathetic toward him, but you knew he was alone and no one was there for him. It was more out of gratitude that he was still around when everyone else you knew was gone.

-You were grateful to him. It might have cracked him in the end. He shed only one tear and told you how you were one of the cruelest yet the kindest monster alive.

-You only wished him good luck before he passed away. His body turned into dust, and grey flowers bloomed from the ground.

-You grabbed the deer's skull from your bag and looked it in the eye.

-You were tired of searching, so there was a one way how you could get Maglor to come for you, or to at least let him know you were still here.

-Wendigo's can howl and signal their position to others. It was a useless feat for them since they prefer to hunt alone but at this moment. It might be your only chance.

-Finrod called out for you, but then he stood before a tall beast with a face of a skull. It was a terrible sight to behold.

-You sucked in a breath, then allowed a roar-like scream to howl throughout the air, making Finrod cover his ears.

-The howl was so loud that there was no doubt that everyone in middle earth now knew of your existence.

-The skull broke into the piece, and your body turned back to human. You almost fell to the ground, but Finrod managed to catch you in time. He held you carefully due to your injuries.

-You asked what's the chance Maglor heard you. Finrod chuckled and assured that a howl like that would even put the mightiest wolves to shame. There's no way his foolish cousin wouldn't have heard you.

-You smiled and almost lost consciousness. Finrod tried to heal you much as he could, but he quickly brought you back to Rivendel for proper treatment because his powers alone were only enough to preserve your life force.

-Elrond tried his best, but your injuries were terrible, especially when you had poison in your blood. It almost made you laugh. Langon went all out just to kill you.

-Your survival now depends on luck. There was a low chance you would even survive the night.

-Finrod tried to assure you everything would be okay, but you had accepted your fate. You asked him to burn your body after you die. It was the only way to take the wendigo with you.

- Finrod denied it, hoping there might be a way to prolong your life. You made him shut up when you told him that you were tired. You didn't have the energy to continue anymore.

-You had no regrets, except that you couldn't see Maglor and bid him goodbye because, this time, you were going for good.

-You thanked Finrod for everything and slowly closed your eye. Finrod held your hand, tears falling from his eyes as your skin became cold to his touch.

-Besides the sea, a cloaked wanderer walked barefoot on its shore, humming and singing laments of things long past. He hummed a song he once made for the one who held his heart.

-The wind blew against his back, and a loud distant voice of a howl reached his ears. He stopped, frozen. His fingers seized playing the broken harp, and he couldn't bring his voice out, ending the melancholic singing.

-He turned slowly around to face the way where the wind blew against his face. The howl disappeared into the silence, but he could still hear it in his ears and heart.

-His eyes filled with tears. He could recognize the voice anywhere. It was from a beast of great terror. However, he knew the true wielder behind it.

-Unable to follow logic or the sense of mind that it might be tricks of his mind. Maglor dropped his broken harp and followed the wind that whispered to him to follow the call.

-He called out your name, his heart beating with hope for the first time in ages. It was like the sun shone upon him as he understood the message of your call. You are still here.

#maglor x reader #silmarillion x reader #elrond #finrod #galadriel #slow burn #frozen heart #silm fic #maglor #silmarillion #maglor x human reader #tolkien #finrod x platonic reader #wendigo #silmarillion fanfiction #middle earth x reader #maglor headcanon #silmarillion headcanons

[cilil]

AO3 recommendations overview

A good chunk of the recommendations I received - thanks again to all those who sent me something! - were from AO3 and I couldn't always find a corresponding Tumblr post to reblog so I decided to make a list for convenience (an attempt at sorting has also been made). Please go show some love, enjoy and happy holidays/happy new year!

₊˚⊹ Ainur

♡ Back In Evernow by @the-red-butterfly (Melkor & Manwë, Gen)

♡ Feathers and Friends by @elennalore (Manwë & Ulmo & Maglor, Gen)

♡ Whenever our paths cross by @thedaughterofshadows (Tilion, Arien & Ilmarë, Gen)

♡ Go Get Him by @glorf1ndel (Eönwë x Arafinwë, T, WoW)

♡ To be Made of Fire by @hirazuki (Mairon & Arien, Gen)

♡ Worth While by @hirazuki (Mairon & Eönwë, T, WoW)

♡ Redeeming graces cast aside by @mirkwood-hr-department (Melkor & Nienna, T, canon divergence)

♡ No Sooner Looked by @verecunda (Melkor x Mairon, Eönwë, T)

♡ When Your Walls Fall by @curufiin (Melkor x Mairon, T, canon divergence)

₊˚⊹ Elves

♡ So do our Minutes Hasten to their End by @maglor-my-beloved (Caranthir x Haleth, Erestor, T)

♡ Anywhere With you by @last-capy-hupping (Maedhros x Fingon, past Melkor x Maedhros, E, modern AU, heed warnings)

♡ What Happens at Camp Eglarest, Stays at Camp Eglarest by @polutrope (Daeron x Maglor, T, modern AU)

♡ of a harsh and caustic nature (the root of hope) by @oopsbirdficced (Caranthir x Finrod, T, soulmate AU)

♡ A Compass Pointing North by @elentarial (Celegorm x multiple, E, modern AU (cam work))

♡ Pour Out A Drink For Me by @nothinghereisworking (Caranthir x Haleth, T)

♡ Star Anise by @maglor-my-beloved (Fëanor & Nerdanel & their children, Gen)

♡ Bureaucratic outcomes & oversights by @sortumavaara (Glorfindel x Erestor, M)

♡ Snow white and the hunts(wo)men by @goschatewabn (Celegorm x Oromë, M, ABO)

♡ Laws and Customers by @z-h-i-e (Glorfindel x Erestor, little Arwen, Gen)

♡ glade-song by @welcomingdisaster (Galadriel x Melian, M)

♡ Slow Flights by @searchingforserendipity25 (Maedhros & Irmo, Gen, coming back to life)

♡ The Seven Trials of Fingon the Valiant by @melestasflight and @polutrope (Fingon, various pairings, T)

♡ My Bones Divide and Shake by @sallysavestheday (Celegorm & Oromë, Gen)

♡ Nothing gold can stay by @mirkwood-hr-department (Thranduil x Glorfindel, E, long fic)

♡ Something in the Darkness by @hirazuki (Eöl x Aredhel, M)

₊˚⊹ Dwarves & Hobbits

♡ You Should Be Safe With Me by @fantasyinallforms (Bilbo x Thorin, E, canon divergent verse)

♡ And I’ll say I love you, and I’ll say that I do by @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book (Bilbo x Thorin, Gen, modern AU)

♡ Flowers that Never Die by @frosticenow (Bilbo x Thorin, T, pre-canon)

♡ Fuck Thy Neighbor by @lordoftherazzles (Bilbo x Thorin, E, modern AU, accidental marriage)

₊˚⊹ For Orc lovers

♡ Scars of Silver and Gold by @niennawept (Adar x OFC, E, ROP verse)

₊˚⊹ Old/older favorites that helped me through difficult times back in the day:

♡ Catechesis by @lvsifer (Melkor x Mairon, E, pope AU my beloved)

♡ the path of ecstasy by @bodhvild (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ In Utumno's Deeps by @foxindarkness (Melkor x Mairon, E, heed warnings)

♡ distractions by @tarmairons (Melkor x Mairon, baby dragons, unrated)

♡ Just This Once by @crackinthecup (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ ... and I burn for you by @echoesoftheforest (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Desire by @dragonofmordor (Melkor x Mairon, E)

♡ Sacrament by @mayakoroz (Melkor x Mairon, E)

I was a lurker back then and too shy to comment or make myself known, but I saved links to my favorite works and never forgot about them. Better late than never.

₊˚⊹ Gifts for yours truly

♡ His Malicious Majesty by @i-did-not-mean-to (Mairon, various pairings, M)

♡ Where there's smoke, there's a fire by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon x Gothmog, E, modern AU)

♡ Dog eat dog or something like that by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, puppy, gen)

♡ Aber bitte mit Sahne... by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, coffeeshop AU)

♡ Can't you see that I'm bound in chains? by @i-did-not-mean-to (Melkor x Mairon, Gothmog x Eönwë, E, mafia AU)

♡ Reaching for the stars by @i-did-not-mean-to (Manwë x Varda x Yavanna, T)

♡ The adventures of Crablor by @goschatewabn (Crablor x Faramir, E, heed warnings)

♡ Broken traps by @ruiniel (Andreth & a wolf, T)

₊˚⊹ Art collections (is this cheating? No idea - but this is my event and I loved these so let's put them in as a bonus)

♡ Kinktober by @sortumavaara (various, E)

♡ Kinktober by @elanna-elrondiel (various, E)

#cílil's fantastic ficmas #fic recs #cílil's fantastic ficmas recommendations #ao3 overview

[viola-ophelia]

let me know what your favorite is in the tags! ^w^

#silm #the silmarillion #tolkien #lord of the rings #maedhros #maglor #feanorians #sons of feanor #feanor #celegorm #eol #aredhel #huan #mairon #elwing #celebrian #eru #gollum #celeborn #galadriel #turin #oropher #ungoliant #silmarillion poll #jrr tolkien #tolkien meta

[velvet4510]

I guess I’m one of those weirdos who so deeply feels the essence of an instrumental leitmotif from a film score associated with a particular character or couple, that I start associating said leitmotifs in my head with ANOTHER character from an entirely different film/book/series. And I’ve built up a whole library of leitmotifs for LOTR characters even though I ADORE Howard Shore’s original score for the trilogy. I consider these leitmotifs to be add-ons, NOT replacements.

Nor do I intend to completely dissasociate all of these themes from their intended films/characters; some of them are perfect fits for the films they were written for. It’s just my mind going wild like usual. (But I admit, in some cases, the pieces are from films I dislike, and thus I would rather see these great songs associated with something of LOTR quality rather than what they were actually stuck with, especially when the lack of lyrics gives you the freedom to let the melody take you wherever it takes you, personally.)

In the case of Silmarillion characters and relationships, well, it’s a different story - it really is my attempt to cobble together what could be a hypothetical score, if it were brought to the screen. Obviously it’d never be this exactly, but I would hope a composer for a potential screen adaptation of The Silmarillion might be inspired by themes like these.

In some cases, the characters these themes were originally written for don’t resemble the corresponding LOTR characters very much, or at all. Also some of them have titles that by themselves could not be more different from and unfitting for Tolkien’s world. It’s just the melodies on their own, without context or even name, performed by these gorgeous orchestras, that have come to remind me of particular Tolkien figure(s).

I also have found lots of “love themes”, both romantic and platonic, for character relationships, as you’ll see. I’ve included romantic themes for canonical couples, as well as for pairings that I personally ship. I know Shore already gave Aragorn and Arwen a theme, but as I said, these are all extra additions and not replacements.

And yes I have a lot of Star Wars stuff in here, because I love Star Wars…but I love Tolkien more.

For the heck of it I’ll share some of these, with links to each song on YT. It’s hard to explain why I made these choices/associations, but maybe you’ll get it if you listen to some of them.

CHARACTER THEMES

The Valar = “Guardians of the Whills Suite” by Michael Giacchino

Lúthien Tinúviel = “Once Upon a Time in the West” by Ennio Morricone

Túrin Turambar = “Anakin’s Theme” by John Williams

Nienor Níniel = “Helena’s Theme” by John Williams

Frodo Baggins = “Romeo” by Nino Rota

Sam Gamgee = “Rey’s Theme” by John Williams

Aragorn = “The John Dunbar Theme” by John Barry

Gandalf = “Yoda’s Theme” by John Williams

Legolas = “Rose Tico” by John Williams

Éowyn = “Marion’s Theme” by John Williams

THEMES FOR LANDS/LOCATIONS

The Undying Lands = “Out of Africa” by John Barry

ROMANTIC LOVE THEMES

Frodo x Sam = “Love Theme from Ben-Hur” by Miklos Rozsa

Beren x Lúthien = “Love Theme from The Godfather” by Nino Rota

Faramir x Éowyn = “Han Solo and the Princess” by John Williams

Aragorn x Arwen = “Love Theme from Cinema Paradiso” by Ennio Morricone

Sam x Rosie = “Love Theme from Dances with Wolves” by John Barry

Bilbo x Thorin = “Andante Cantabile” by Bernard Herrmann

Thingol x Melian = “Indecent Proposal” by John Barry

Fingon x Maedhros = “Wuthering Heights” (1939) by Alfred Newman

Galadriel x Celeborn = “Central Park” by James Newton Howard

Finrod x Bëor = “Somewhere in Time” by John Barry

Aegnor x Andreth = “Love Theme from The Scarlet Letter” by John Barry

Túrin x Beleg = “Across the Stars” by John Williams

Mablung x Niënor = “Wanda and Vision” by Christophe Beck

Tuor x Idril = “Conversation Piece” by Bernard Herrmann

E��rendil x Elwing = “Tennessee” by Hans Zimmer

Maglor x Daeron = “Midnight Cowboy” by John Barry

Elrond x Celebrían = “And Then I Kissed Him” by Hans Zimmer

Pippin x Diamond = “Love Theme from Spartacus” by Alex North

Merry x Estella = “Love Theme from Rebel Without a Cause” by Leonard Rosenman

Elanor x Fastred = “Theme from A Summer Place” by Percy Faith (composed by Max Steiner)

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP THEMES

Elrond & Elros = “Brothers” by Hans Zimmer

Merry & Pippin = “Flying” by John Williams

Legolas & Gimli = “Rain Man” by Hans Zimmer

Boromir & Faramir = “Luke and Leia” by John Williams

Bilbo & Frodo* = “The Mother’s Love” by Miklos Rozsa

Sam & Elanor = “The Ludlows” by James Horner

I may add to this as I think of more, or even replace certain songs entirely if I come across a better match. Always return to the pinned post here to see the most recently updated list.

* Bilbo & Frodo’s melody is heard in the first minute of the linked track, 0:00–1:01, and again at 1:48. Also, the love theme I associate with Frodo & Sam starts playing at 1:03, making this whole thing fit all the hobbits even better.

#lotr #jrr tolkien #lotr books #lord of the rings #film music #frodo baggins #samfro #frodo x sam #bagginshield #bilbo and frodo #legolas and gimli #eowyn x faramir #eowyn #aragorn #gandalf #luthien tinuviel #beren and luthien #aragorn x arwen #boromir #faramir #valinor #nienna #the valar #bilbo x thorin #farawyn #leitmotif

[doodle-pops]

[NSFW] Whomst are the most cunning linguists?

I like this question a lot because it got my brain thinking:

FEANOR

MAEDHROS

MAGLOR

CELEGORM

Fingolfin

FINROD

GLORFINDEL

EGALMOTH

GALADRIEL

Penlod

ERESTOR

Elrond

#reactions #silm smut #penlod x reader #erestor x reader #maedhros x reader #galadriel x reader #finrod x reader #feanor x reader #fingolfin x reader #elrond x reader #celegorm x reader #egalmoth x reader #glorfindel x reader #maglor x reader #silmarillion imagine #doodlepops responds

[eunoiaastralwings]

Can I get headcanons on how elves flirt in general or court someone they have a crush on? I'm assuming it's not like how humans do, since they are wise and fairer than most other races. 💘

How Elves Crush/Flirt or Being in Love ft. my original characters

pairing elves x reader (separate)

a/n I put many elves as I possibly could - added my ocs too (in italics). I may have changed it up a little - sorry it just flowed. As always I love for you @theladyvanya for helping me out with characters I haven’t written before

HOPELESS ROMANTICS: Sings songs or dedicates poetry or make handcrafted ornaments or trinkets to win you over - something made their with love and admiration for you. Sometimes stumbles when speaking to you. Showers you with compliments daily - although nervous. Brings flowers or handcrafted delicate hair clip pieces. Hair is important to very elf - but they would make it romantic, if even gifting giving is not your style. They makes things special and mark every little occasion and make it romantic. Basically they show their love to through gifts.

Maglor, Finrod, Nerdanel, Celebrian, Arwen, Galadriel, Celeborn, Fingon, Idril, Ecthelion, Míriel, Aredhel, Pre-Oath Maedhros, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Glorfindel, Lúthien, Beleg, Dior Lúthriel, Cóloniélë

THE OBLIVOUSLY OBVIOUS TO GIFT GIVERS: They are really head over heels in love without you - they are usually very stubborn act stern around most. But the moment you walk through that door, it like you ground them - suddenly whatever stress, frustration or anger they felt melted away with the site of you. They think they are being completely oblivious - but the stares and the visually relaxing of their stress-filled bodies, or how they speak to with the utmost care trying to throw in a few nice words here or there, that speaks volumes to others. They do not know show to show proper affection - or it would take time to learn so instead they showers you with gifts once they have come to terms with their feelings - once the gifts come in they will not stop until you tell them it is too much xD

Caranthir, Erestor, Thranduil, Feanor, Haldir, Feanor, Curufin, Argon, Post-Angband Maedhros, Ixalië

HELPLESSY AND HOPELESSY IN LOVE IDIOTS: The cannot make one sentence out correctly to their crush. They try to be discreet but it never goes as plans - easily when other elves easily point it out. They are blushing mess trying to speak with you. Sometimes they try the way of becoming your secret admirer - trying to build up their courageous through sweet little notes it trinkets, before they try and confess to you. They will stumble and fall over their words - embarrassed and flustered - they might try and make a run for it but hold on to them please.

Lindir, Maeglin, Caranthir, Finarfin, Penlod, Amrod, Amras, Beleg, Cala, Lúthriel

THE CONFIDENT ONES: They can be real flirts - yes the smirking, winking, innuendo jokes and all. They are not ashamed or embarrassed to flirt with you - but rather confident in their feeling of wanting to make you theirs. They try and snatch you up fast too as they are afraid of others trying to whisk you away - the faster your heart belongs to them the better. They will make it very obvious they are interest in you so - except lots of PDA when trying to flirt with you, especially when you fall hard and fast.

Celegorm, Egalmoth, Elladan, Elrohir, Amrod, Amras, Glorfindel, Rog, Angrod, Valinor!Quildalótien

AFRAID TO FALL IN LOVE AGAIN: They are truly and utterly in love with you - but they are afraid of the feeling of love or falling in love again. Especially if you are a mortal - they either cannot give up their immortality and watch you pass away or gain mortality and leave behind their family - but if they are from a high rank family or already have children unfortunately they would need to choose the former and it the hardest choice they ever had to make. They are afraid of getting their heartbroken again - please cherish and love them for as long as you can. While crushing on you - they are very overprotective of you and thats how you will know - perhaps an argument breaks out where they have been bottling it all up. They need to know where you are all times to keep themselves sane too. Their overprotectiveness speaks for their lover for you. They are also afraid to put you in danger by being involved romantically with them.

Turgon, Caranthir, Elrond, Haldir, Nerdanel, Amrod, Celebrimbor, Fingolfin, Fingon, Post-Angband Maedhros, Ecthelion, Míriel, Dior, Beleg, Argon, Aegnor, Middle Earth!Quildalótien, Cóloniélë, Cala

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tara's taglist: @wandererindreams @fizzyxcustard @ranhanabi777 @spidergirla5 @asianbutnotjapanese @floraroselaughter @mismaeve

silm taglist: @doodle-pops

Imladris taglist: @queenstarlight2

#Maglor #Finrod #Nerdanel #Celebrian #Arwen #Galadriel #Celeborn #Fingon #Idril #Ecthelion #Míriel #Aredhel #Pre-Oath Maedhros #Fingolfin #Finarfin #Glorfindel #Lúthriel #Cóloniélë #Lindir #Maeglin #Caranthir #Penlod #Amrod #Amras #Cala #Celegorm #Egalmoth #Elladan #Elrohir #Valinor!Quildalótien

[i-did-not-mean-to]

NaNoWriMo 2023

Here are the prompts for this month!

🍂🍂November🍂🍂

𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓎 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 - Ori x OC for husband

𝒞𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 - Námo & Melkor & Fëanor (aka Moggy and Feener get a candle)

𝐵𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓈𝓉 - Aulë x Yavanna (because of this art by @elanna-elrondiel)

𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁/𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 - Caranthir x Finrod for @dreamychaos

𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝒟𝒶𝓎 - Ori (because @elanna-elrondiel did this to me)

𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 - Glorfindel x reader for @elanna-elrondiel

𝒯𝑒𝒶 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎 - Elrond & Galadriel (because I am terrible at gen!fic)

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝐹𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 - Russingon for @thatfeanorian

𝒲𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈 & 𝒱𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈 - Fëanor x Fingolfin, Turgon x Finrod for MoonLord

𝐹𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁/𝒞𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓎 - Haleth (because she's queen)

𝒮𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝒞𝓊𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈 - Glorfindel & Legolas x Gimli, Glorfindel & Elrond + kids, Glorfindel x Erestor for my various servers

𝒮𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 - Firebird for @cilil

𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 & 𝑅𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓈 - Russingon with art by @the-red-butterfly

𝒲𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓈 - Nerdanel (to process stuff in my life)

𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 - Varda x Manwë & Irmo

𝒮𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈/𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 - Vampire!Elrond for @maglor-my-beloved

𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉 - Halenthir for @elentarial

𝐹𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 - Kíli x F!reader for @fandomfaeryreads

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓂𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓂𝓈 - Ulmanwë & Celegorm/Aredhel

𝐹𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 - Amras x Finarfin x Argon

𝑀𝓎𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒫𝑜𝓃𝒹/𝑀𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇 - DaeMags because of this art by @elanna-elrondiel)

𝒜𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓃 - Námo & Gorgumoth

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 - Ñolofinwë & his descendants for anon

𝐹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 - Bagginshield for @lordoftherazzles

𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 𝓅𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜�� - Celegorm x Eöl for the server. (Dark!💀 mpreg)

𝐹𝑜𝑔𝑔𝓎 𝐵𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - Caranthir x reader (because of this art by @sortumavaara)

𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 - Gondolin OT3 for @jaz-the-bard

𝐹𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓎 - Elenwë x Turgon x Finrod for @elentarial

𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒 - Fingon and the seven dwarves Fëanorians for MoonLord

𝒮𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 - Varda x Nienna, Eärendil & Elrond & Maglor

As always, I'd be happy and honoured to get requests for pairings and ideas from you all!

Lots of love!

Explanation: in red the nsfw, in orange fluff, in green dark (and nsfw) fics, blue for sadness

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[jetiisyandereclones]

Adar x reader

Alright, The Rings of Power fic that absolutely no one asked for, because the interrogation of Adar had me in a death grip.

Spoilers under the cut.

Warnings:

POTENTIAL SPOILERS

Adar x (f)reader

(F)Reader insert, MC (main character)

(F)Character of no description

Smut (semi public)

Nudity

Mentions of blood and injury

Manipulation

This works on the theory that Adar is Maglor, second son of Feanor, with my own idea that he was alive during the Quest to Erebor, meeting reader in the Misty Mountains after she was separated from the company

After its revealed he’s an escaped prisoner that the Elves had been hunting for years, MC goes to him. She refuses to believe what he’s done for her. All the times he’s helped her and saved her had been a lie. A manipulation.

She couldn’t believe that.

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The Uruk looks up at her. He looks like he’s on the verge of tears. Not unusual.

Strangely, he always looks like he’s about to cry. No matter what his emotions may be. But this time he looked much closer to crying than normal.

Mc eyed the black blood drying and flaking on the side of his head. It was from the blow the wizard dealt him when he tried to run. MC kept her eyes on the wound, staunchly refusing to look him in the eye. Another one he wouldn’t have if not for her.

She had been in pursuit when her borrowed horse hit a root and fell, breaking his neck from the fall, trapping her beneath him. Adar had stopped, looking towards the caves before turning back. Prying the horse off of her.

Amazingly, she had avoided injury, and was looking over her. Trying to pull her up. Pick her up.

MC knew she couldn’t do this. He was her friend, she thought.

She couldn’t be the one to stop him, to imprison him. shes far too attached to see him in chains on her account.

“Go. Just, please go. I won’t stop you. But they will!”

Adar looked over her, watching the horizon as he heard howling and hoof beats in the distance, coming ever closer.

“No. I followed you here. I will not give you up now.”

MC squirmed in his arms, trying to fight against his strengthening grip on her body.

“Are you mad?! They’ll kill you!”

Adar was about to retort when he was struck with what looked like a bolt of lightning. Knocking him out and opening a large gash on his temple. Gandalf had been in closer pursuit than he had thought.

Adar fell to the ground, his body crushing MC below him, knocking the breath out of her.

After that day, he was shackled in a tent outside of camp. They had dragged him back and left him there to bleed and starve while they tried to contact the Lady Galadriel.

He had been her prisoner for years and years before he escaped. And by all accounts she was eager to have him in her cells once again.

MC was left to deal with her own conflict. She needed to see him. Talk to him, against everyone’s wishes, especially Thorin’s.

But MC payed them no mind, she had her own quest to find answers, and she would complete it.

Taking a bucket of hot water and a clean rag, along with some antiseptic soap, she made her way to her supposed ‘friends’ cell, entering without so much as a warning, but he showed no shock, if anything, he seemed to relax a little in her presence.

Looking up at her, at the soap in her hands as she put down the bucket, kneeling next to him.

Adar chuckled wryly.

“How hospitable of my enemies to allow me the materials to bath. They are most generous captors indeed.”

MC’s face warmed a little at his speculation.

“Those enemies are my people, my friends and allies. Family even. By association that makes me your enemy too.”

Adar tilted his head back and to the side, a brow arched slightly and a small smirk twisting his features.

“Narrow mindedness is unbecoming of you, Sunlight.”

MC wrung her wash cloth out with a little extra aggression, agitated at the Uruk’s apparent lack of care, even amusement at his predicament, at her.

“Lies and deceit don’t suit you. Besides, they didn’t want me to come here. Unsurprisingly The King and The Elves would much rather see you die from infection. There are guards outside to, in Thorin’s words, ensure I'm not damaged while wasting supplies.”

Adar hummed. His distaste for her company apparent, as it always had been from the start.

“And these are the ones you call allies, friends and family? You are far too giving in your good will. And in any case, how did you procure the supplies if I was forbade from their use? Did the good girl steal them on my own account? I’m flattered.”

MC curled her lip at his mocking, stinging words.

She was well aware that she was seen as being ‘too soft hearted’ for the quest, an image she had done everything to prove wrong. Not that it mattered now, Adar had successfully undone any progress she had made to try and prove herself worthy of ‘The King under the Mountain’s Company.

“You have no right to condemn my ‘good will’ not as the current main receiver of it. Keep in mind it is my ‘Good will’ that keeps you alive right now. And for your information, the supplies are my own. He can’t dictate how I use my own property.”

MC carefully dabs the lathered up cloth against the mans head a little too roughly to be a mistake, expecting him to hiss at the contact. He doesn't blink, staring at her with what she would almost call affection.

“Thank you.” Adar whispered softly, sensing MC’s agitation.

“Huh?” MC questioned, having distracted herself from the conversation by cleaning his head wound.

Adar looked at her, his eyes seemingly sincere.

“I know your will has kept me fed and sheltered these past months. And I am grateful.”

MC nodded, not knowing what to say. Instead she decided to focus on his head wound, the black blood had long stopped and all that was left was to clean his face.

A few minutes passed, MC had moved on from his wound, cleansing his entire face. Adar couldn’t suppress a shiver at the gentle attention she showed his lips.

But it wasn’t meant to last and finally, MC broke the silence.

“Why are you doing this?”

Adar shrugged slightly, rattling chains emphasising the small movement.

“It’s been an age since someone cared for me like this. It feels nice”

MC narrowed her eyes, not in the mood for the Uruk’s games.

“No, Not that. Why are you still here. You could have escaped into the mountains, but you chose to help me.”

“I recall a vow made to ensure no harm came to you. Had I left you there, you would have been devoured by wolves before the wizard could find you.”

MC looked down at the bloodied rag in her hands.

“I wasn’t aware you took your vows so seriously.”

Adar looked sharply at her.

“There’s not much I can still claim to have, but for you, I could discover the last bit of honour in my heart. For you, I will always keep my word.”

MC didn’t say anything, the sheer sincerity and intensity forming a pit if anxiety in her stomach.

Rising the rag of the rancid blood, she looked down at the slightly brown water, then eyed the rest of Adar. Standing up MC went to the entrance of the tent, calling for another 3 buckets from the pot she had boiled at her own campsite

The guards, reluctant and begrudging as they were, agreed to it.

Adar tilted his head at the younger woman.

MC looked back at Adar, noticing his quizzical expression.

“You’re filthy. Do you want me to leave? I can leave the soap if you-”

Adars hand shot out. Making MC jump at his grip.

Slowly he brought her hand up to his shirt, his armour long stripped from his body. The Uruk pressed MC’s hand over his heart. He felt warm under her palm.

“Stay, please.”

MC nodded, throat dry. She took her slightly shaking hand away to slide a bag around to his side. He hadn’t even noticed she had it.

Adar gestured to the bag

“What’s in that?”

MC looked down at where Adar was staring.

“A gift from an old friend of yours. Apparently from before your days as an orc.”

Adar froze, his only movement was the flutter of his eyelids as he looked up and into empty space, mind 1000 miles away.

“Elrond…” He whispered, his eye twitching a little.

MC nodded.

The emotional storm behind Adar’s eyes broke slightly. A single tear slid down his face and she didn’t know if he was angry, sad, jealous, or elated.

She could only describe his expressions the mounting emotions of a thousand years of loneliness and longing.

MC quickly wiped the tear away as the guard came back with the water.

She told the guard him and the others they could go. There was no danger here for her. They hesitated, but eventually complied, having no desire to remain in the corrupted elf’s stench.

Once they were gone, Adar confirming they were back at camp, MC slowly started to cleanse his head and upper torso, starting with his greasy hair, massaging the scalp and loosely tying it up so it didn’t get in the way.

She swore she heard him purr as she rubbed behind his ear. Then working her way down his neck she hit his shoulders, blocked from view by his shirt.

MC couldn’t get it off. Not with his chains. So instead she reached into her skirt, procuring a small dagger. She held it up to the light, showing him the gleaming blade, allowing him to keep it in his sights.

“I'm just going to cut that shirt off okay. I'm not going to hurt you.”

Her face was burning with the implications of her words. MC knew for a fact they were not lost on Adar either, if his sighed laugh was anything to go by.

“Oh sunlight. My body is yours to do what you want with.”

MC nearly choked at this. Both the words, and the fact he seemed so genuine. Even going so far as to lean back, his head tilted to rest against the pole he was tied to, his neck open to her. Completely vulnerable as he closed his eyes to enjoy the woman’s hands working over him

Adar felt the tell tale coldness of steel against his skin,, heard the tear of his filthy undershirt being cut, then the tug of the woman tearing it off. However it took longer to get the shirt off than she thought.

The material was old, but thick and sturdy. It did not tear easy. But MC was determined to have him bare chested.

After several minutes of cutting and ripping in the wrong places, his Sunlight finally managed to get the shirt, Which was now reduced to ribbons, off of him.

She was panting a little from the effort and Adar couldn’t help but smirk a little. He could have told her where to cut, or even offered to rip his shirt off himself.

But what fun was that?

Trying to get her breathing under control, MC went to get her rag, dipping it in the dirty, but still usable water.

She’d get rid of most of the grime with the dirtied water, before cleaning him fully with the cooling clean water.

MC soaped up the rag, and approached the man. She truly did think of him as a friend, but she had to admit.

He stank.

The smell of the road, sweat, blood and orc all over him. Kneeling in front of his pallid, scarred, but still very strong chest, MC decided it was safest to work on his arms first.

Somewhere neutral.

Or so she thought.

He was grabby. Flirty even.

Whenever she brought the soapy rag close to his hand, he'd grab at her, entwining their fingers only fro her to have to untangle herself from him to move on.

His affections did not dim as she moved to his neck and chest.

She stuttered a little when it came to cleaning his chest. The intimacy spooking her, but swallowed and continued on.

If he was displeased by her contact, he wasn’t showing it, preferring instead to just watch her, a hand resting on the floor next to her thigh.

Sometimes he flexed and stretched his fingers, to whatever memory had captured his mind and occasionally, she felt them brush against the skirt of her dress.

Despite the fact that she had him shirtless before her, his chest out on full display, these light touches made her breath catch more than the sight of his broad shoulders.

And if she didn’t know better, shed say he was doing it on purpose, reaching for her through the haze of his daydreams.

Eventually she was done with his chest and back, a massage having coaxed sweet whines and moans from him. The kinds of which she hadn’t heard a man produce before.

The ones she had gotten so close with had been guarded, too concerned with appearing in control that they hadn’t allowed themselves to enjoy her own touches.

An issue that doesn’t seem to effect the man in front of her.

Moving out from behind his back and gently laying him back to lean against the pole, she was faced with another issue...

What was she going to do with his lower body? She couldn’t possibly just undress him fully...

Could she?

Adar noticed the woman’s dilemma and decided to put her out of her misery.

“You may remove them.”

MC snapped her face up to his.

“Huh?”

“I am giving you permission to undress me, lay me bare and Finnish your mission of cleaning me.”

MC swallowed hard, her face warming at an alarming rate.

“Uh, all of you?”

She really didn’t want to gesture down at the bulge between his legs, but it wasn’t needed. He knew what she was getting at.

“All of me, my Sunlight. Do not worry. I will make no advances towards you…”

“Even so, wouldn’t it be better if I left you to clean yourself up for this part?”

Adar laughed.

“Oh no, sweetheart. You're hands are much more pleasurable than mine.”

MC giggled nervously. Trembling hands reached for the strings of his pants, pulling them loose.

Mc looked straight down at Adar’s thighs as she pulled his pants off, him helpfully raising his hips. Absolutely no shame to be found.

MC silently huffed.

She guessed if she lived that long shed probably give no fucks either.

But still. It didn’t escape his notice that she was NOT looking up from her task. The rhythmic and soothing sound or the rag getting dipped in the water bucket and lathered up the only sound breaking the deafening silence.

Adars legs twitched as she ran the rag up his thigh. Cleaning his inner leg before veering off towards his hip bone...

Adar had to smirk at the scene before him.

Without knowing it, she was managing to give him the best tease he’s had in a long, LONG time.

But still, he decided it was time to move this game forward.

“I think my legs are clean enough. Don’t you?”

MC froze.

She had deliberately been avoiding the area between his legs, hoping he’d take over for her.

Not because she didn’t want to touch and care and feel him in his most vulnerable state.

But because she did.

However now he had cornered her.

Adar leaned forward towards MC.

“Don’t be shy. I vow I mean you no harm Sunlight”

Mc hesitated, rinsing the rag before going for one of the clean buckets.

She supposed this area would he more delicate, and would require completely clean water.

Adar watched in amusement.

She was so flighty. So obvious.

He could smell her want from across the camp, the poor thing.

She had been needing for a long time.

However. Determined to save some face, she bravely ignored her own needs, and if he was right, her own heart.

No mind. He’d show her soon.

For now, he would have mercy and guide her.

Adar took the cloth from her hand and left it to the side, taking the soap and putting it into her hands.

At her shocked look of realisation he again tilted his head.

“The material is too rough, sweet one. You may use your hands. Like this.”

Adar took her smaller, soapy hand in his. He wrapped it around his proud, leaking cock gently and guided her hand up and down, taking her free hand to clean down the base of his shaft and his balls.

She must've had some experience cause muscle memory kicked in. And she started gently massaging without his direction.

Adar sighed, his head leaning back as she stroked him.

But soon enough she had deemed him clean, scooping water with her hands in order to rinse off the delicate and sensitive flesh of his manhood.

They were almost done, mc directing him to kneel up, grant her access to the back of his thighs.

He swore she took great pleasure in lathering him up, an ass woman, he supposed.

He also noticed her increasingly bleary eyed expression, the way her face leant against his thigh. Rubbing closer and closer to his cock as her clever little fingers worked their way in between his leg and up towards the base of his spine, dragging soapy water behind them as a thin disguise to her true wants.

Finally, MC’s face was where he had dreamed of it being for so long, lovingly pressed against him, soft lips brushing maddeningly against his shaft, her fingers playing around his ass before moving to squeeze at him, digging her fingers into his skin.

Adar wanted nothing more than to let her have her fill of him, but their first time would not end in him emptying down her throat.

So reluctantly, almost painfully he bid her to back off, stand.

MC whined at the loss of contact before blinking, her eyes widening at what she had almost done.

The woman scrambled away, babbling apologies but Adar would hear None of them.

He grabbed her, snagging her by her cloak, and pulled her to him.

Holding her in a tight embrace he took her face in his hands, crouching down so he was eye to eye with her, hoping that she saw nothing but his adoration.

His devotion.

Gently, he placed a kiss on her forehead then spoke.

“I think, it might be getting too cold to be in this state. Would you mind rinsing me, then helping me redress?”

MC nodded silently, grabbing another bucket.

Looking him over she decided how to do this.

“Can you stand, tip the bucket over yourself?”

Adar nodded as he stood up, the chains keeping him close to the pole with the added height

Somehow being naked only made him seem bigger and more imposing to his human audience.

MC couldn’t say he was perfectly sinewy and lean like the other elves shed seen.

Adar was older. He’d seen more punishment and pain.

Victories and failures painted his sickly pale skin, in areas his flesh seemed to hang off his bones from lack of eating.

But all of these facts MC didn’t see. To her, he was as strong as stone and unstoppable as a raging river. The scares over his body carving their way over his body like the carvings on his armour, almost hypnotising.

A grotesque work of art.

MC watched as she passed Adar the bucket, admiring the shift and flex of his body as he raised it above his head, emptying the water over himself and sighing as he felt truly clean for the first time in the longest time.

Mc broke herself out of her trance, her gaze shifting to the small sack of clothes.

Rifling through it, she found a small, lightweight towel and threw it to Adar, smiling as it hit his face.

MC then picked up his clothes and handed them to him.

“I didnt know you could take an elf by surprise.”

Adar hummed in amusement.

“My lady your attack was cowardly and underhanded.”

MC handed him his pants.

“I'm sure the shame will follow me to my grave. Here.”

Adar looked at the clothing. Eyes far before finally taking them from her.

“These are mine...”

“what was that?”

“These. They are mine. From...so long ago. He kept them all these years. Elrond.”

MC looked at the way Adar brushed his thumb over the soft material in his hands.

“He didn’t tell me what your history was...”

“That’s best left in the past. For now at least. Now is not the time to be reminiscing.”

Adar fastened his pants. Soft and worn in perfectly to him, despite the twisted years reflected on his body.

Mc handed him his shirt.

“What is it the time for then?”

Adar awkwardly wrestled with the shirt, trying to find a way to put it on despite the chains. Eventually simply feeding the thin cloth under his shackles.

“I believe I owe you an explanation. Come, sit.

I was in those caves a long time. Inconceivably long, for someone of your kind. I had forgotten what warmth felt like.

But then you appeared. But it had not been the first time in saw your face.”

MC’s brow scrunched. She KNOWS she had never met adar before.

“Has anyone ever told you elves were prone to prosthetic dreams?

Visions of an ever changing future. As shifting as sand.

Well. I have had one dream. Ever since I was imprisoned by the lady of Lothlorian.

It sent me to those caves. Kept me there until that day came around.”

The sinking feeling returned to MC’s stomach,

“What was the dream?”

Adar swallowed.

“You. I saw you. Us together. Bound by blood and rope and steel.

I waited for 1000 years for you and then suddenly, there you were.

Why, do I keep following you, only to be chained once again for it?

Because you kept me prisoner. All those years in the dark I waited Sunlight. Waited and waited and waited. And then you were there. You held the key to my prison and thought you could just run off with it?

I don’t know why the Valar sent me those visions but they never changed. As steadfast a comfort as they were an unrelenting torment.

But you're here, with me now. And I wish to keep it that way, come hell or high tide.

You were sent to me for a reason. The gods made you for me.

As my doom or my saving grace, we will have to wait to find out. If you'll have me.”

MC was frozen. Whatever she was expecting, it had not been that.

“Adar....”

Adar closed in, his nose bumping against hers gently.

“Maglor. My name is Maglor.”

MC leaned in, bringing her lips so close to his.

“Maglor, kiss me?”

Maglor closed the gap, sealing their lips together. MC moaned into the kiss, only getting louder as they split apart.

Maglor nipped at her bottom lip in reprimand.

“Hush, Sunlight. Do not let them hear.”

MC went to nip back at Maglor’s lips but he pulled back.

“Sunlight, do you want this. If you say yes. I will not stop. Ever.

Elves bond for life, where you go, I will be. Do you understand?”

“I understand. I will have you, Maglor. Uruk or elf, I will have you.”

Maglor groaned almost imperceptibly as he kissed his Sunlight, enjoying the intoxicating warmth of her lips.

MC’s hands fumbled at the draw string of Maglor’s pants, frustrated that she couldn’t get them undone.

Maglor chuckled.

“Peace, my love. Let me do this, you get comfortable.”

MC straddled his lap, facing the man as she went to pull off her dress, fully ready to bare herself to the elf in front of her but he stopped her.

“There is nothing I wish for more than the two of us to he able to love under the sky, naked to the gods with nothing to hide, but I fear this time we shall have to be cautious. Our enemies are listening. Waiting. And you are for my eyes only. The dress stays on.”

MC groaned, but cooperated. His words held truth.

Finally, FINALLY Maglor had freed himself.

He was as ready as he was before and MC wasted no time sinking down onto him, the stretch of him burning and she whimpered, her head buried in his chest. The neck of his shirt exposing his skin to her as she rested her cheek against it.

Maglor shushed her, cooing and rubbing his scarred cheek against her.

Once she felt she had relaxed enough, MC began to rock on Maglor. Slowly and gently.

It was a tender coupling despite the circumstances, full of whispered praises.

However, it was not to last, Maglor had just slipped a hand under MC’s skirt when he heard footsteps, their unfortunate arrival coinciding with the irresistible pulsing of his Sunlight’s warm, wet walls.

The lady of Lorien herself burst into the tent, and saw the position they were in.

She immediately tried to reason with the young, enchanted woman, not daring to come any closer to the dangerous Uruk before her.

“MC, don’t listen to him, he’s bewitching you. You don’t have to do this!”

Maglor sighed, smirking. The slight release of breath the only giveaway to the raging pleasure and love he was releasing into his Sunlight that very moment.

“I'm afraid it is already done, we are bound”

His face was the absolute image of composure as he faced down his long time captor, his orgasm washing over him

Galadriel looked down at the scene in disgust, MC’s legs shaking as Maglor granted her her own release, thumb discreetly playing with her clit under her dress, which covered them both, hiding their actions.

She tucked her head into Maglor’s chest, hiding from the elves in the room as she came down from her orgasm.

Galadriel sneered at Maglor.

“If you are bound, then she is truly lost to us. Chain her, with her lover. They can rot together in lightless cells.”

Galadriel stormed out of the tent, followed by the guards once they had chained the elf and human together, binding them to the pole. She would not admit the guilt that ate her at allowing her cousin to take a human into his web of lies and deception.

Inside the tent, still held tight inside his sunlight Maglor held her close, kissing her forehead before pressing his against the crown of her head.

Looking her in the eye, a whispered “good girl” was all she heard before falling asleep against him.

Come morning, the only thing in the tent were the shackles that helped tie the woman and elf together. Open and empty

#rings of power #Adar #adar x reader #smut #Yandere

[sanisse]

sanisse’s kinktober event rules

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Below are a list of prompts. These are first come, first serve. 

You can request any character or pairing you wish. Whether that’s a reader insert or a ship pairing you like. I will be accepting one request per each prompt, but characters/ships can be requested multiple times.

please try to be courteous and don’t send in a whole bunch (maybe max 2 to be safe until we get this thing filled out more). Let other people have a chance to have a turn. 

Characters from the Silmarillion, The Fall of Gondolin, the Lord of the Rings, The Rings of Power (I characterize people a bit different based on the show > specify if you’d specifically like a rings of power version of a character (i.e. Gil-Galad, Elrond, Celembrimbor...), etc. are all valid. Same rules apply: I don’t really write dwarves, hobbits, or orcs...nothing against them, I’m just not good at writing them. If you’re not sure about a character or ship, feel free to ask! 

All ships must be safe/sane/consensual and of age. Not up for debate!

PROMPTS (will be posted in no particular order. To be updated with assigned pairings & requester tags) 

vouyerism AND/OR exhibitionism - FEANOR X READER (anonymous) 

mutual masturbation - GLORTHELION ( @esteemedbastard )

size difference kink - MAEDHROS X READER (anonymous) 

pegging - FINROD X READER (anonymous)

threesome - RUSSINGON X READER (anonymous) 

mommy kink - LINDIR X READER (anonymous) 

mirror sex - FINROD X READER (requested TWICE, by two seperate anons lmao) 

body worship - Chef’s choice of top!Female Elf x Reader (GALADRIEL, I choose YOU.) - ( @creativity-of-death )

daddy kink - FINGOLFIN X READER (anonymous) 

sadism/masochism - MAGLOR X FEM!READER (anonymous) 

soft dominance - ELROND (yeAHHHH BOI) - (anonymous) 

power imbalance - THRANDUIL X READER (anonymous) 

blindfolding - ECTHELION X READER (anonymous) 

blowjobs - GLORFINDEL X READER (anonymous - with an instructional bent, which is really fun!) 

handjobs - FINROD X READER (anonymous) 

consensual nonconsent (consent play) - CELEGORM X READER (anonymous) 

degradation kink - THRANDUIL X READER (anonymous) 

uniform kink - ECTHELION X READER (anonymous) 

breathplay - MAEDHROS X READER (anonymous) 

praise kink - RUSSINGON (anonymous) 

overstimulation - CARANTHIR X READER ( @strategic-wombat )

spanking/impact play - MAGLOR X READER (anonymous) 

hero worship - GLORFINDEL X FEM!READER (anonymous)

boot and leather kink - THRANDUIL X FEM!READER (anonymous)

substitution - GLORESTOR > substituting in for Ecthelion (Anonymous) 

getting caught - SILVERGIFTING ( @antares0606 )

cock warming (1) - RUSSINGON ( @medusas-hairband )

breeding kink - FEANOR (YEAH!!!!) X READER - (anonymous) 

cock warming (on here twice. I’m cheating. I’m very fond of this kink) - ELROND (TRoP) X GN!Reader - (Anonymous) - 

orgasm denial OR ruined orgasm - CURUFIN X READER (anonymous) 

brat taming - CELRONDUIL (anonymous) 

#sanisse's kinktober 2022 #sanisse speaks