#maedhros x reader request

[silmawensgarden]

Stages of acceptance

Maedhros x reader

Prompt: Hi! I loved your young Maedhros request/fic and I was wondering if I could request Maedhros x reader and they are reunited in Valinor after the destruction of the Ring and Sauron (e.g. reader had remained in Middle Earth and only left with Elrond once the ring was destroyed)? Thank you!

Requested by anonymous

A/n: I know it's taken long for me to get this one out. Though I tried my best to imagine a good scenario for this one so I hope you enjoy it! → It has some hurt/angst in it but its hurt with comfort. I hope the end is sweet enough to make up for it. ❤

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: angst/hallucinations/mentions of death

The time has finally come for you to return to valinor. Three ages have passed and the fourth was about to begin. The reign of the elves has waned into nothing. You are standing at the front of the boat, greeted by the salty air of the sea. This is the last ship to depart from the grey havens. You feel a mixture of joy, anticipation and fear. Your stomach churning uncomfortably from the feelings.

Your arrival in Valinor means that you must face someone you haven't seen since the earliest age. He's bound to be there, watching by the shore like a hawk for a sign of your existence. You don't know if you even want to face him after all these years. His death was like a poorly aimed arrow to the heart; a supposedly fatal blow, but instead turned into a curse you had to live with for the rest of your life. The nightmares made his death seem like it happened yesterday. The hollow look in his eyes as he fell into the flaming inferno remained fresh in your memories. The nightmares have subsided to some degree these days, but occassionaly you would still need the help of Elrond to be grounded into reality. Those days are the worst, in those moments dream and reality fuse together into horrible hallucinations that take days to recover from.

It took some convincing from Elrond to get you aboard the ship. Your hesitance was peculiar to them because you hardly ever divulged any information about your past. From the time you spent fighting in the first two ages of the world to a good while before your impromptu arrival in Imladris. They only know that you are one of the elves who left valinor in the first age. Not exactly an ideal amount of trust you gave them, but at the time it felt like the safest option.

What else could you have done? Tell them you'd been the ever faithful companion to a kinslayer? It would've been a far too harsh pill to swallow for a first meeting. Occasionally your story would fray at the edges, it made you wonder if any of them ever noticed the minor discrepancies between each recollection of the tales you told them.

Now that you thought about it, you haven't been truthful with him either. The one person you felt like running to and from at the same time. Especially now..... the thought of facing him was excruciating. You hadn't bothered to write to him, let alone use osanwe....the spiritual link between your fëar had remained all these years. Yet you refused to participate in the ages long tug-of-war your souls had been playing. Was it better this way?

You felt a firm hand on your shoulder, drawing you out of your spiralling thoughts. "Y/n, what is the matter? You have been completely mentally unavailable during our journey."

It was Elrond. A deep frown etched into his face. You felt a bit guilty about all the silent stewing but you weren't so sure if you should come clean right this instant or not. You were willing to take the bait in the end, after all you'd be spending quite some time together in Valinor. Even more so, Elrond was a trusted friend and companion to you, one you didn't want to lose.

"Elrond....I believe it is time for me to have a lengthy conversation with you. I have not been 100% truthful with you these past years."

You turn around to look at him and see an expression of surprise with thinly veiled concern on his face. Elrond nods and the both of you sit down a little further away from the other elves for privacy. "What is it that you wish to tell me y/n?" He asks.

"I have not told you the full truth of my identity. I believe you are aware of the Fëanorians? Specifically Maedhros...."

After a good hour of talking it had become clear that you had been involved with Maedhros quite closely. In return Elrond had shared with you his own interactions that he and his brother had with the eldest Fëanorians. Fond memories, but also the hardships that came with the turbulent times they had to live through. Elrond was not happy with you keeping the information to yourself all these years, it upset him that you never gave him any insight on your horrible hallucinations. Because now he also knew the reason behind them, had he known sooner he could've helped you earlier and easier.

However despite your silence he was not angry at you. Most of the upset had come from a place of wanting what was best for you, not because he had felt cross about your involvement with Maedhros. In the end you and Elrond remained good friends if not even better friends now that he knew who you were.

It wasn’t long before it was announced that the shores of Aman were in sight. The news made you freeze up. You knew that you would now have to face Maedhros face to face. So you braced yourself for the conversation ahead of you.

The moment you stepped onto dry land your soul felt like it was being squeezed tight by something, a tight grip that told you it wouldn’t let go. Within seconds after you felt this feeling you caught a sliver of fiery red hair in the back of the crowd.

Him.

Anxiety pooled into your stomach as you felt yourself being pushed forward by the people behind you. It seemed like every sound around you had become dull, save for your own heartbeat. The fast paced thumping in your ears was the only thing you could hear. You saw Elrond speaking to you for a brief moment, but your mind did not register what he said. You set out towards the last spot you had seen the tiny speck of red hair. Partially hoping for the confrontation.  

When you arrived at the spot there was no-one to greet you. He had apparently already left. The thumping had alleviated some but you were still processing your surroundings as if through a blanket of thick fog. Everything felt slow and dull. Your feet dragged you over towards a pathway that was all too familiar. You followed the road towards a familiar place mindlessly. Your feet stopped short by a riverbank. There he sat on a rock, his copper hair now long and swaying in the wind.

“So you have found it in you to return home, y/n.” He spoke slowly. It was deeper than you remembered and a little bit raspy, as if he had been screaming the night before. You stepped closer to him, now standing right behind him.

“Let me then simply state what is on my mind, why have you never bothered to send me letters y/n? You even refused to use osanwe with me, despite our status…….” He said solemnly. It was clear he was unhappy with your lack of communication.

“Maedhros….. I was so caught up with the destruction of the one ring and finding a way to defeat Sauron that I haven’t paid anything else any thought…..and I was also deeply wounded by your death. I was unable to respond to anything properly since. Including your bids for connection.” You fumbled over your words here and there during your explanation, partially knowing that it was a rather weak excuse that he may not accept. After all he was known to carry on until he could no more.

“Was it worth it?” His words stung like a papercut. You knew by the tone of his voice that it was meant to sound cold and removed, but his true feelings shone through underneath the façade. Saltiness. Maedhros the tall was feeling salty.  You pondered for a moment on what to do, you still loved him dearly and didn’t want to give him up. So you made up your mind.

“Maitimo….I am sorry for my lack of heartfelt response in those times when you reached out to me. I was unable to move past my own issues to reciprocate what you had given me all those years before and I am ashamed of it. I hope that you are perhaps still willing to give this another chance….I would be most grateful, if you’ll have me…” A lone tear slipped from your eye. You felt cross with yourself for your cowardice, maybe even your horrible dreams could’ve been eased if you had leaned into him back then. Unfortunately many things we only realize once we have been pushed onto the end of the road.

Maedhros’ form stiffened up at your confession, slowly turning around to face you. His face was stoic. Forcing yourself to make eye contact with him you saw the slightest flash of a deep heartfelt emotion in his eyes. You were now so close to each other that you could feel his breath on your face. In a moment of madness induced confidence you threw your arms around him into a bone crushing hug, refusing to let go. The lone tear now turned into full fledged waterworks. You felt your body being slowly pulled closer to him, a soft kiss was pressed to your cheek. In that moment your fëar had finally reconnected after two ages of separation.

A relieved smile graced Maedhros’ face as he whispers close to your ear; “Welcome home, melda…”.

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[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

How are you doing? ☺️

I was wondering if you could write a fic/ headcanons for Maedhros comforting a elf reader during her period.

Love you! (　＾ω＾)

Maedhros comforting you during your period

Author‘s note: This is fitting, I actually just got my period last week haha. Love you too! Enjoy!🥰

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Maitimo always notices when you’re not yourself or even just a little out of it

Taking care of people comes naturally to him, being the oldest son and firstborn prince, he’s used to it

So when you wake up this morning, curled into a fetal position, hiding underneath the blanket with your eyes shut in pain, he immediately knows what to do :)

He doesn’t speak much, makes a mental note to talk to you softly since there is a lot going on with you and he doesn’t want to agitate you any further

Mai is very observant. He always seems to know when to talk to you and when to leave you alone

Even when he has work to do, he’s always at your disposal, moving his affairs to the room next to your bedchamber just in case you needed something

He also makes sure to remind you that you don’t have to work, that you should take all the time you need to rest until you feel like you can be productive again

The second you call him he’s at your side, ready to bring you whatever it is you desire

“Mai?” your voice is weak, hands on your stomach as to calm the cramps shooting through your body “Yes, Melda. What do you need?”

He has had multiple trips to the healing quarters, asking the healers there how to help best during times like this because he wants to be a pillar of support as opposed to leaving you to suffer all by yourself

Mai is well-prepared, always ready to make your day better and seemingly never runs out of energy or patience

Probably because of his brothers and their shenanigans oop- Who wouldn’t have unlimited patience with siblings like that

When your cramps are particularly horrible, he sits next to you with a hot washcloth and gently wraps it around your lower stomach and back before opening the window

Even if you can’t move, he wants to make sure you get as much fresh air as possible

Whenever you have cravings, he makes sure to stock up on the specific items he knows you’ll ask for eventually

Cuddles are a must!!!

Mai always retires as early as possible during this time, so that he can hold you close for a while before going to sleep, because sometimes that is the most effective thing to do when you have mood swings

He can’t quite wrap his head around it, but whenever you snuggle into him, your entire being grows so much calmer and you seem to be in less pain

Maybe it’s his fëa comforting you from the inside <333

Either way, proximity and positive emotions on his part always prove themselves to be a huge help

All in all, having Mai as a personal comforter during your period is a 10/10, he really has everything under control and nothing seems to shake him and that’s on periodt see what I did there

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi anon for kiss 6 here! Can I change the character to Maedhros if you write for him and Finrod if you don’t? Thank you!!

Image from Unsplash

I actually don’t write for any of Fëanor’s son’s, but I’ll take up the challenge for this request.

Prompt 6 out of the kiss prompt list: on a falling tear.

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader (elf | second person POV)

Themes : Angst

Warnings : Kissing

Minors DNI | 18+ | Rules and tag form here.  

Summary : Maedhros has to leave you after having sworn an oath to retrieve the Silmarils.

There was no going back now. Maedhros had sworn the dreaded oath and pledged his sword. He would follow his father to Middle-Earth and beyond to find the Silmarils and strike down anyone who stood in their way.

This was more than you could bear. "This is folly!" you said, even as tears ran down your face. "The Valar will not forgive this. You and your kin may never be able to return!"   Maedhros continued to arm and armor himself. "The Valar will do nothing," he answered gravely, and turned to face you. "My grandsire has been slain and the silmarils stolen, yet they expect us to wait while they dither, and Morgoth laughs at us all."   "So you will honor the vow you made with your father?"   "To the last letter."   "What about your vows to me?" you plead, hoping to sway him. Your head swam dizzily, and you realized, with a sudden start of fear, that if Maedhros left, you may never see him again. "Do they mean nothing to you?"   "They mean everything to me." Maedhros tried to harden his heart but failed. There were many things he would willingly bear, but not your tears. He came to you, his boots barely making a sound while he crossed the stone floor. Maedhros slid his arms around you, burying his face in your hair as he always did. "But I must see this through. I will return, I promise. Then we can finally wed and start our lives together."   He drew back just a little and studied your face. It wounded him to see you grieve so deeply. "Have faith in me," he said, and leaned in. His lips brushed over one tear, and the other, and the other. "We will be together again, I promise."    You slid your arms around his broad waist and shivered. There will be no hero's welcome, no tender reunion. You saw his doom as clear as glass. Maedhros was never coming back.

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[i-did-not-mean-to]

Requests opening slowly again...

I have been swamped by event-writing (and it's not going so well, if you want to beta and are nice, let me know lol)

In order to overcome writing block, I've reached out to dear @eunoiaastralwings who was good enough to grant me a prompt.

To the poor anon who'll get me instead of her, I am so sorry...

So...here goes: Maedhros taking care of a GN!reader

Words: 1,5k

Warnings: injury, blood, sutures

Characters: Eh, it's me...so Maedhros x GN!Reader, Maglor, Celegorm and Caranthir mentioned 🙈

You felt so dumb for falling off your horse and slashing your whole leg open on an especially sharp stone that just had – as luck would have it – to lie exactly in your trajectory.

“Nothing to do but wait, old girl,” you grunted at your trusty steed, neighing in distress at the smell of fresh blood that made its nostrils flare.

As a matter of fact, you were an excellent rider and – had your mare not been spooked by some unexpected movement or sound in the forest – you would never have been thrown like that.

Clawing yourself upright, you took your spare tunic – a favourite piece as it was – out of your saddlebag and tore it to pieces to bandage your still bleeding leg, cursing all the while.

So engrossed were you in the activity that you only realised that another rider was approaching when a long shadow fell on you; you looked up sharply to discover Maedhros looming over you like the wrath of the Valar.

“Eru’s grace,” he cried out in a choked voice and scooped you up immediately, carrying you over to his own horse and inspecting the injury frantically, “what has happened? Are you in pain? I’ll get you back to the camp!”

Despite your relief to see him come to your rescue, you rolled your eyes and shook your head; you had survived worse wounds in skirmishes with the Enemy’s forces than this and you considered the young royal’s reaction to be somewhat exaggerated.

“I’m fine,” you ground out between your teeth as a wave of searing, white-hot pain washed through you when Maedhros tightened the makeshift bandages around your leg cautiously.

Before you could protest any further though, he had swung himself back into the saddle behind you, holding your mare’s reins in his hand and urging his own mount on with a sharp flick of his hips.

As soon as he had fastened the bridles – his arms snaking insidiously around your shivering body – he held onto you so tightly that one might have thought you about to fall into a dead faint.

“My dear Nelyafinwë,” you lectured with a grin, “I am not dying. There’s no need to squeeze me so.”

Moreover, the fast pace of the horse between your legs made your injury ache and burn fiercely.

“I just want to get you back to safety,” he muttered, his breath ghosting over the tender skin of your exposed ear and down the side of your neck in a sweet caress that was nowhere near as intimate as you yearned for it to be.

“I am safe,” you teased, but his hold on you only increased until you could feel the heat of his strong body bleed into your own damp clothes.

Named and teased for his extraordinarily good looks, Maedhros was not only tall enough to be looking over your head – by now leaning against his chest – with ease but also sufficiently broad and well-built to effectively shield you from the cool breeze of the dying day.

“Moryo can sew it shut,” he mumbled under his breath and – even though his voice was far from the blessed musicality of his younger brother – his words and inflexion soothed your discomfort considerably.

He sounded determined and in control, but there was a thrumming fibre of raw emotion threading through his statement as well that made you feel cared for and cherished. Your mother had always claimed that comfort was worth half the healing when it came to mending minor scrapes.

“I’d rather not be embroidered like a doily,” you commented dryly, “thank you very much. Maybe, Tyelko can burn it shut?”

Instantly, you felt a tremor run through his limbs before he grumbled: “I’ll not let any of those monsters anywhere near you with either a weapon or a torch.”

He loved his brothers, you knew, but he seemingly did not trust them to have the best bedside manners; the more you thought about that, the more you had to agree with him.

“If all else fails,” you laughed, “Curvo can make me a prosthesis.”

Your humour was apparently lost on the eldest of Fëanor’s sons though as you could hear his teeth snap shut in stark dismay.

Soon, the camp came into view, and you were considerably surprised that Maedhros not only lifted you off his horse but insisted on carrying you in his arms to the fire he had claimed to avoid so adamantly.

“Tyelko, water,” he barked, “fresh and clean. Káno, give me one of those many clean tunics you always carry around! Moryo, I need your skills with needle and thread!”

Dazed and confused, you let yourself be carried into a tent that smelled like Maedhros – earthy, warm, and slightly sweet – and be set down tenderly on a pile of finest blankets.

“Russo,” you gasped, “no. These are invaluable. Put me down on the floor; I’ll bleed all over them!”

“Hush,” he cooed, his hand caressing your hair awkwardly and his lips moving around words you could not hear for he had not given them any sound.

Before long, his brothers arrived with the supplies he had so imperiously demanded and – shooing them away like crows – Maedhros extricated a sharp knife from his belt to cut open your ruined leggings.

“I can do it myself,” you offered, but he would not hear a word of it; deep grooves of worry and concentration marred that elegant brow now as he called Caranthir back into the tent after having spread a blanket over you.

You were neither cold nor did you have any qualms when it came to the questionable display of indecency upon baring an injured leg to a friend, but you could clearly discern that Maedhros was in no mood to be argued with.

The sting of the cleansing of the wound was quickly eclipsed by the sharp bite of the needle as the torn flesh was pulled together again before being bound in finest linen and silk.

“I am a nuisance,” you moaned under your breath as soon as a red-faced and rather grumpy Caranthir had vacated the premises once more, fleeing as fast as he could from either the blood, your conditional nakedness, or Maedhros’ flaming gaze.

“Not at all,” Maedhros assured you, pushing you back against the soft bedding and kneeling beside you.

“Are you going to stare at me the whole time now?” you asked with a small peal of laughter; as you saw how grave his expression was though, you became serious once more as well.

“Yes,” he admitted, “I am worried about you. I could feel it in my bones – something was wrong – and…it could have been so much worse. I could have been too late.”

You could clearly see the self-recrimination – a flaw and curse so uniquely proper to his tormented soul – and you felt sorry for him.

“Something startled the horse; I was thrown,” you explained, “nothing serious. Nothing that hasn’t happened before or will again.”

Allowing yourself to extend comfort where none was asked, you cupped his pale, tense cheek tenderly and conjured up your most reassuring smile.

“I’m fine, Russo,” you promised, “but I am very happy that you found me in so timely a manner. Everything is better with you, even being hurt.”

His luminous eyes grew brighter yet at those words as they settled on your face to assess whether you were mocking him perchance.

“I do not like to see you in pain,” he muttered, covering your hand with his own – huge and slender-fingered – as if to keep you from retracting your own gesture of comfort and companionship.

“It barely hurts anymore,” you lied through your teeth and – because you could see that he needed this – you added softly, “but I’d love it if you could stay with me for a while.”

To be able and allowed to be there – this much everyone knew – was Maedhros’ raison d’être, his most earnest wish, and his most cherished reward.

You knew not what dark memories tortured him, just beneath the perfectly still surface of his marble beauty, but – in your heart – you could feel that he needed to be here.

Maybe, just watching over you and making sure that you were indeed as right as rain would dispel the storm clouds perpetually shifting through his grey eyes; you certainly hoped so for there was nothing you liked better than to see him happy and smiling.

“Come here, you big oaf,” you chuckled and pulled him down beside you, allowing him to curl around you like a protective shield and burying your face in his fragrant, luscious hair.

“I’m glad you’re all right,” he whispered into your ear, nuzzling the soft, sensitive skin in search of a solace he didn’t even know he needed.

“So am I,” you confessed, “and I’m truly blessed to have you here with me.”

The buzzing of his thoughts and the hacked-off humming of an old lullaby soon made you drift into blissful, restorative sleep, unaware of the smile hovering on your relaxed lips or of how much the elf by your side would have wanted to lap it up like honeyed wine.

So...this was that...

I hope it was not super terrible hahah

@eunoiaastralwings and @sorisooyaa thank you so much for having my back! I love you!

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[doodle-pops]

Think You Can Warm Me Up

[Elves and Cockwarming x reader]

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

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

Warning: smut, cockwarming

More: Brat Taming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[lamemaster]

The Curse of Bloodlines (Epilogue 😔)

Request: For the annon who sends me this request every day. You know who you are and you have my respect fellow gremlin.

Pairing: Thranduil x Reader

AN: I never wanted to write this. But alas for those who cannot live without a happy ending go thrive. Please no more requests for this AU after this.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue |

"Atyo!" You peel Celegorm's hands off Thranduil's throat. At once your uncles are at the task of taking him to another room as you follow them. Not daring to look back at him. Too scared that you might not be able to leave if you do.

Perhaps it was the fear of finding the same disdained look you had witnessed in Arda. The fear of being subjected to it had left your eyes anywhere but, Thranduil.

So you focus all your attention on your father, who almost escapes the grasp of 4 of his brothers, including Uncle Maedhros, who towered over the majority in Valinor.

"Ata, not now," your voice cuts through the din, surprisingly firm despite the tremor in your heart. Your father's face contorted in a snarl, but something in your voice, perhaps the raw emotion, caused him to pause.

"Let me go!" he roared, his voice thick with fury. "I won't be mocked by that… that…" he trailed off, his tongue failing him to find an insult that wouldn't ignite another confrontation.

You shake your head and lead him out. "Let's leave. Grandfather is waiting."

You clenched your jaw, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. This meeting, the one you'd dreaded since your days in the Halls of Mandos, had been a disaster. And the worst part? It was just the beginning.

Meeting your father was something you had wished for forever. An unfulfilled yearning you grew up with. The same yearning Legolas grew up with. Absence of a bond that made the entirety of an existence.

Settling in his arms was a comfort unknown to you in life. Death had been kinder in many ways.

The agony of right and wrong seared on both you and your father. Ignorance of the bond that is most priced above any other. Blood that had cost you the love of your husband and the chance to watch your son grow.

But things that once shredded your heart into pieces now were distant worries. The sting of betrayal and the ache of lost years paled in comparison to the warmth of your father's embrace. His tearful apologies, whispered promises of redemption, were a balm to your wounded soul.

You met then, your uncles, your grandfather, your great-grandfather, An entire clan doomed in the halls of death. And so the task of stitching back together the House of Finwe began.

From uncountable days spent sharing stories by the pillar of your Grandfather, Feanor's firey pillar, to bringing along the souls of your troubled cousins Aegnor and Maeglin. Finweans started healing.

And you became the princess of Noldor. A title that came with a hefty price.

Legolas' friendship with Finrod wasn't a surprise. Both, you realized, carried the weight of a love lost to time – a grief you could never fully understand or soothe.

Legolas, however, found solace elsewhere. Celebrimbor, with his gentle spirit, became his closest confidante. He regaled Amrod and Amras with tales of Middle-earth, earning their playful grumbles about being called "grandfathers." Feanor, a name whispered in legends, became a complex figure he learned about through stories and perhaps, even fleeting glimpses of him to and from the forge.

Your interactions with Legolas were tentative at first. You were a stranger to him, a face from stories whispered in hushed tones. He longed to know the woman who carried him.

Awkward silences hung heavy in the air, punctuated by whispered stories of his life in Greenwood. He spoke of Thranduil with respect, but a flicker of sadness lingered in his eyes. He spoke of a man named Estel, a human who had become a dear friend, a story that filled you with bittersweet joy.

Then came the inevitable – a meeting with Master Gimli. Their shared tales of their unlikely friendship brought laughter to the once desolate House of Feanor.

Finally, after much coaxing, you managed to convince Legolas to attend Oropher's feast. You knew a march to invite the entire Noldorian royal family was a tad excessive, even by his standards.

Noldor marching was almost always was a perilous idea.

"Apply this twice a day," you mutter, handing him the small vial. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you allowed yourself to meet his gaze. "For the bruises," you clarified, pointing to the dark marks of your father's grip on his throat.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, then settled into a mask of stoicism. His eyes, those same eyes that once held the warmth of a thousand sunrises, seemed distant, etched with the weight of untold ages. They held an emotion you couldn't quite define - a far cry from the hatred that burned in them during your last moments together.

His hand brushed against yours as he reached for the vial, sending a jolt through you. The grief that had settled between you, heavy and suffocating, felt like a tangible presence in the air.

"I apologize for my father," you began, your voice barely a whisper. "He is…"

"Troubled," he finished the sentence, his voice surprisingly gentle. "As are we all."

A heavy silence descended upon you once more. He spoke, breaking the quietude, his voice laced with a weary resignation. "I do not know what penance I shall bear to ever right the wrongs I have committed. I have searched for ages, scouring the world, but I cannot find a path back to the past I crave."

"I do not know what repentance I shall bear to ever right the wrongs I have committed," he continued, his voice barely above a murmur. "This yearning for what we once had consumes me, yet I detest it, for I do not believe I am worthy of it." His voice cracked, and for a moment, the once proud king you knew of was now stripped bare, revealing an elf consumed by regret.

The air around you seemed to crackle with unspoken apologies and unspoken yearning. You gathered your courage, forcing the words from your lips. "I do not know much of right or wrong," you began, your voice surprisingly steady. "Neither do I understand the intricacies of penance or forgiveness. Yet, from all I have learned in this strange realm, one thing resonates."

He averted his gaze, his back turned to you, his broad shoulders slumped in defeat. All the air seemed to have been sucked from the room, leaving a hollow ache in your chest.

Your mind raced, searching for the right words. "No act is set in stone. No grievance can hold its power over the relentless march of time. My kin, they wronged many, yet even they found a measure of peace." You thought of your uncles, of your father, finally released from the burdens of their choices.

"They were able to return to the light of Aman because they allowed themselves to seek forgiveness," you continued. "Beyond mine or Legolas', it is your own that you require the most." You reached out then, your fingers brushing against his cheek.

"We have all the time in the world." You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a whisper of a kiss. A flawed marriage, a flawed separation, and a flawed reunion, yet, nothing had managed to make it any less sweeter.

#the hobbit #the silmarillion #tolkien elves #noldor #thranduil x reader #Feanorian reader #celegorm #angst #middle earth #thranduil x wife #thranduil #Istg I will not write this ever again

[animatorweirdo]

How to kidnap yourself a dark lord husband?

(The last request. This is for the Sauron x reader being a Hades and Persephone imagine. I'm sorry if this was not all you expected, but I was struggling with ideas and with the help of a friend, turned this into a crack fic. I might make a second part since this ended up being long. I hope you like it. )

Requested by Anon

Hi AnimatorWeirdo! Sending you a request for Mairon x daughter of Feanor!reader in a Persephone x Hades AU? (Like the anon requested a little bit ago? Thank you!

Warnings: Reader is done with her family, really wants a puppy, intensely flirts with Sauron, proposes marriage, and then kidnaps him from his fortress.

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You: *Travelling in the darkness of Beleriand* 

You: Okay. Is this the place to find other people* 

*Before* 

You: *Slowly losing her patience* 

Maedhros: (Name), you should consider going out more. It will do good for you. 

You: Alright *Goes outside* 

You: *Sits in the garden* 

Maglor: *Sings very loudly that the birds of the garden fly away, disrupting your peacetime* 

You: *Growl and leaves the house* 

You: *Check around the forest* 

Celegorm: Woohoo! *Rides past her with Huan, splashing mud on you* 

You: Fuck! *Leaves the for forest* 

You: *Arrive at a quiet lake*

Caranthir: *Appears in the shade doing embroidery or whatever he did in his free time*

You: Ah! Where did you come from?!

Caranthir: I've been here all this time. 

You: Oh, okay. What are you doing? 

Carathir: Embroidery. 

You: Cool. Can I try? 

Caranthir: No. I don't want you to ruin my things.

You: *silence* 

You: Fine. Goodbye! *Walks away* 

You: *Comes to a city to check around stalls and shops*

Curufin: *Bangs loudly his hammer in his workshop, startling you*

You: * You stare as he works, but decide to leave, not considering interacting with him*

You: *You come home*

You: *You sigh in relief when you hear the house is quiet, which means silence and peace*

You: *Step on a trap rope*

You: *Get splashed by a bucket of water*

You: *Scream*

Ambarussa: *Laughs at you* 

You: *Growling with rage* 

You: Naneth! Can I move with Grandpa and other cousins?

Nerdanel: *Deeply focused on her work* Ask your father.

You: Atar! Can I move with Grandpa and other cousins?!

Feanor: *Focusing on his work* No!

You: Please! I can't handle seeing my brothers everywhere! I just want one week of peace!

Feanor: As I said. No. 

You: THATS IT!

You: I AM SO DONE WITH ALL OF YOU! *Secretly leaves Aman and wanders into Beleriand without telling anybody* 

*Now*

You: *Stare at the dark fortress filled with strange creatures*

You: *Shrugs* Looks decent enough. 

*Inside*

Sauron: *Minding his own business*

You: *Appear and stare at him*

You: *Checks him out because he's quite good-looking*

Sauron: *Groans frustrated with a project*

You: You should probably consider adding this to make it work. *Points at something*

Sauron: *Nearly jumps off from his chair* Where the hell did you come from, elf?

You: I walked in. 

Sauron: You... just walked in? Without getting captured by the guards?

You: *Nods* I mean, they were on their break, and I didn't want to disturb them. 

Sauron: Elf, do you even know who I am?

You: *Looks at him and his height*

You: Really tall? 

Sauron: No! I am Sauron! Lord Melkor's greatest servant and the lord of this fortress! 

You: .... okay. 

Sauron: You... you're not even half phased or scared? I am technically a horror story to the local elves. 

You: *giggles* you're funny. I saw you have some troubles with this one thing: I know how to fix it, let me show you. 

You: *Began showing him how to fix the problem*

Sauron: *just lets you because it was working and he didn't know what to do else* 

*1 Day later* 

Sauron:*ordering orcs around*

You: *squealing loudly* that it startled most of the orcs*

You: Mairon? Can I keep him? *Holding a werewolf puppy*

Sauron: What? No! That's one of my werewolves. I can't let you keep him and who allowed you to call me by my original name? 

You: Please! My father still doesn't allow me to adopt a dog, and I'm a full-grown adult, and besides, you have hundreds of werewolves. You can afford to give one to me!

Sauron: As I said. No! 

You: *Leans in closer, fluttering your eyelashes* Please, my lord. Give this puppy to me. 

Sauron: Are you seriously trying to put up a seductive act just to adopt a puppy?

You: *Grins* Is it working? 

Sauron: *Sighs* Fine. If you really want him. 

You: *Squeals again in happiness* Thank you! I'm gonna name him Carna because his coat reminds me of your red hair. 

Sauron: You do know, he's gonna grow up into a werewolf, right? You don't find that even slightly abnormal or disturbing? 

You: No. Not at all. He's my baby now. I'm gonna love him even when he's grown up. 

Carna: *Whines happily, licking your face*

You: *Giggles while hugging him*

Sauron: *Muttering under his breath while staring at you with slightly reddish cheeks and ears because he finds the sight adorable* Oh shit. 

*8 Day*

You: Fuck!

Sauron: *Startled* What? What's going on? 

You: My family just started noticing my disappearance and knows I'm here. They now claim you kidnapped me or something. 

Sauron: And what are you planning to deal with that? 

You: Unless you want to face the drama of my family. I should probably go there to explain what's really going on between you and me. And trust me, you do not want to face my family drama.

Sauron: Fine. Go. I do not think I can stop you even if I want to. 

You: Alright. I will be back as soon as possible. *leaves the fortress*

Sauron: Finally, some peace and quiet.

*12 Day* 

Sauron: *dealing with deep silence and not being used to it because he had gotten used to hearing your voice most of the time*

Orc: Sire. Is something bothering you?

Sauron: Fuck... I actually miss her and her obnoxious voice. 

Orc: *Confusion*

*15 Day*

You: I'm back! 

Sauron: Finally! What took you so long?!

You: My family. Why? Did you miss me?

Sauron: *Scoffs* No.

Random balrog: *Pops out of nowhere* Yes, he did! He's been ten times more foul when you were away! He even created wolves to remember you since you liked his werewolves so much. 

You: Aww! You did!

Sauron: *Screaming at the balrog*  Shut up! 

You: Oh, don't be mad. I missed you too. 

Sauron: *looks at you confused* really? 

You: *Smiles* Yeah. I like how calm and collected you are. You don't bring too much drama in the house. You're creative with your work and respect my boundaries, which my family rarely does. And the best part— you have dogs. 

Sauron: Wolves, technically. 

You: It doesn't matter. If it's fluffy and cute, and I can hug it, then that's all that matters. And I do like a certain amount of wildness in them. 

Sauron: You are a very strange elf, you know that? Are you possibly the oddball in your family? 

You: Maybe. I just like things slightly unordinary. Valinor is nice and all, but It can get really boring sometimes. 

You: *Gets an idea*

You: I know how to get my family off our backs. 

Sauron: And what's that?

You: *Graps his hands and looks at him with an intense look* Marry me!

Sauron: Huh?!

The whole fortress: Ooooohhh! 

Sauron: *stutters for the first time in his life* No! Why?!

You: If we get married my family will finally stop bothering us. And besides, I think we make a good couple. We're both smart and pretty. We have dogs and if we get far in our relationship, we'll make beautiful children. 

Sauron: *stunned *

The whole fortress: Come on, that's not a bad deal. Get some!

Sauron: *Collects himself quickly* Aren't you being a bit too bold with your proposal? 

You: Is that a yes? 

Sauron: I'm— uhh—

The random balrog: Hey! How about you two kiss already?!

Sauron: Shut it!

You: Great. So it's settled then? 

Sauron: What? 

You: Let's go to Valinor to break the news. Let's go! 

Sauron: Hey! Wait a minute! *Screams as you take him away from the fortress*

#sauron x reader #sauron #sauron imagines #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion imagines #tolkien #silm fic #middle earth x reader #middle earth #middle earth imagines #feanor's daughter

[eunoiaastralwings]

Hi Eunoia, this is my first time requesting so I'm hoping I'm doing this correctly (I've read through your rules as well), but could I request a mini fic/headcanon about fem!reader reuniting with her lovers Fingon and Maedhros in Valinor after the Ring has been destroyed? (Plot: Reader stayed in Middle Earth after Fingon and Maedhros' deaths to look after Elrond, and only returns to Valinor on the last boat with Elrond, Bilbo, Galadriel, Frodo and Gandalf after Sauron is gone?)

Haven Reached

featuring maedhros x fingon x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

warnings slight angst

a/n i reply after 1658565 years - I hope this is what you intended hun sorry if it isnt as you hoped to have

You stepped onto the shores with help of the son you had raised.

As you did – many fair elves turned to you, captured by the beauty and elegance you carried effortlessly without fail.

With eyes that spoke wisdom of many passed ages and kindness that could sweep the many ellon or elleth right under their feet – you stepped gracefully into the shores of Valinor from the last boat.

For a moment – your eyes looked back into the seas. . .Arda seemed almost a distant memory now and while you were supposed to return to Valinor many, many years ago to heal your aching heart and crying soul for your beloveds. . .

As a mother – you stayed behind, willing to put your heartaches aside to the twin sons you had gained.

Even though one of your adopted sons, Elros had chosen a different path in life. . .a short mortal life, you still failed to return, staying behind for Elrond.

For deep down – you knew he needed you and would fare well if you departed Arda so soon.

But suddenly your thoughts were grasped away when a voice called your name – mending a part of your heart with the lightness of that gentle voice.

“Melda. . .”

Your heart fluttered – then turning your eyes immediately those nestling browns of one of your lovers made half your soul crying out to him.

“Finno. . .”

Your voice – soft, delicate, and beautiful just as he remembered -like the early spring breeze.

“Y/N. . .”

He didn’t waste a moment longer to swiftly embrace you in his strong arm – caging you to his chest as if you were the air that he longed to have.

“You’re here. . .”

He said almost breathless – as if he was unable to believe his own eyes.

His hand came to rest on the back of your head – cradling your head as he pressed a kiss to your head, lingering there for a few moments longer.

“You’re here. . .”

He repeated – holding you tighter. If you listened carefully, you could hear an emotional tinge in his voice.

“Finno. . .”

You whispered – the tears you had suppressed for so long coming in with full force and Fingon did not hesitate to soothe you.

Soon gently lifting your face and locking your lips firmly in a familiar and almost forgotten kiss – soothing half of your crying soul as he embraced you with his tender affection and love, with touch of his desires he was forced to hold back as you were still standing among the shores.

The kiss was nothing short of what you had imagined with Fingon on your countless nights dreaming of meeting him – it was tender, loving, tearful and blissful.

“Come . . .”

He softly whispered.

“We shall meet Maitimo – otherwise he will think I have whisked you away all by myself, melda. . .”

Your heart fluttered as his loving tease just as you remembered came.

You smiled – cupping his face and stroking his cheeks – the imagines of his death finally leaving as he held you. . .your soul slowly reached that peace you had always dreamed of.

Fingon lips stretched into that charming smile that never ceased to flutter your heart.

The softest of red coated your cheeks and her fingers gently traced that smile you longed to see for many ages now.

Fingon reached forward and kissed your forehead – soon taking your hand to guide you to your Maitimo.

You momentarily looked over your shoulder – your motherly instinct making your eyes search for your son.

Elrond met your eyes and nodded encouraging – silently telling all was well as he embraced your daughter -in-law.

“I always knew you would be a wonderful mother – I am very much proud of you, my love – in everything you have chosen to do, no matter how gravely we missed you. . .”

Fingon softly whispered as his hand protectively held your small hand in his strong large hand.

“Thank you, melda. . .”

You smiled -Fingon’s ears perked up recognizing the change of your accent now.

If anything, it pleasantly surprised him – and he endearingly loved how your accent changed to hold only a tinge of your former Valinor accent now – now vastly an accent of Arda with a tinge of your old accent.

His eyes sparkled getting used to the change – realizing how much he already loved it.

“You sound beautiful. . .”

He said – cupping the side of your face gently for a moment.

***

Fingon led you towards the gardens of Lord Irmo – your hands were delicately brushing the flowers of the garden, each one unique to the next.

A vast variety of textures and color you couldn’t find in Arda – making you realize just how long you have been away from your birth place.

Maitimo saw Fingon walking towards him from the corner of his eyes – immediately standing tall.

“Where is she? I heard the last of the boats have-”

But Maitimo seemed to have cut himself off seeing your small figure treading up behind his male lover.

A shaky breath left Maitimo’s lips as his eyes locked with your eyes – the part of his soul that had being missing about to be reunited.

But you could see the clear hesitance in your other lover’s eyes.

Fingon turned to you – giving you the soft encouraging nod as you step past him towards your other lover.

Maitimo’s entire body froze – his eyes wide as you approached him.

It pained you to see him so nervous and scared – he gulped now that you were so close, only a foot or two away.

You knew why he was hesitant and scared – for Maitimo did not even spare you a glance or even spoke to you one last night as he fled from Eonwe’s tents with the silmarils.

He knew you broke your heard as he discarded you for the sake of the oath – he had placed the oath above you.

“Russo. . .”

You said softly reaching out to cup his face – he flinched stepped back a little.

Your heart ached at the sight. He must have seen the flash of hurt that crossed your eyes – because then he left out sigh closing his eyes heavily, before he fully crouched before you.

“Y/N. . .meldanya. . .forgive me. . .”

He whispered – a heartbroken whisper.

You sighed reaching out to cup his face and gently stroked his cheek – he instantly closed his eyes leaning into your touch and kissed your fingertips softy.

“Oh. . .Russo. . .”

You called him softly and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he broke into tears in front of his two lovers.

Fingon came forward – laying a comforting hand on Maitimo and an arm around your waist, his thumb caressing you softly.

“We’re here now. . .together”

Finno whispered laying another kiss to the side of your head – as Maitimo finally had the courage to find your lips in a soft kiss realizing you had forgiven him.

“Together. . .forever. . .”

You promised the two of them – now had you had your lovers back you weren’t going to give them up again.

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[autumnshighlady]

i swear i haven't forgotten about writing y'alls requests so here's a list of everything I'm actively working on rn:

dark!azriel x reader part 3 (featuring Cassian and Rhys)

professor!rowan x reader

poly!rowaelin x reader enemies to lovers

IALTPWF part 19

maedhros x oc (acotar and silmarillion crossover fic)

i always bounce between fics which is why it takes me 9000 years to get anything done lmfao

silmarillion requests will be gotten to eventually but tbh i'm just not feeling them rn since i'm still on a sjm high from cc3

#updates

[silmawensgarden]

Oh your writing requests are opened!

May I ask for a fluffy fic or headcanon, whichever is easier? Perhaps a young Maedhros back in Valinor attempting to court reader for the first time and he's a bit nervous about approaching due to his massive crush. Thank you in advance 🌻

Your request is right here! I tried my best, but it's a little shorter than I wanted. I hope you still like it! 💕😊

#silmarillion #writing requests #silmawensgarden #silmereplies #maedhros x reader request

[memoriapraeteritorumbonorum]

Hi! 💕

Can i request a Maedhros x female elf reader angst fic?

Thank you 💗

Ambar - Maedhros x reader

Word count: 1.5K

Tags: Angst, character death.

Summary: Maitimo's fate catches up to him at last, and there is nothing left to be done.

Author's note: Ambar (Quenya), meaning fate or doom. I had goosebumps writing this. Enjoy!🥀

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"Where is he?" You were out of breath, almost every ounce of strength left inside you had been spent, desperately searching for him. Maglor’s eyes were wide, gleaming with fear. You did not miss his hand, burned and blistered. 

So they had found them. 

"Where is he, Makalaurë?" Your gaze shifted behind the singer’s figure and immediately, your heart sank. There he stood. Alone, dangerously close to the edge. 

"Maitimo!" You yelled. Anyone would have felt relieved to be reunited with their lover, but something inside of you told you this was no time to feel relief, or any positive emotion, in fact. Something horrible was upon you all, and you knew it. You felt it in your spirit which was intertwined with his — a terrifying premonition was beginning to settle into your bones. 

His face was wet with tears, twisted into an agonizing expression. Red hair sticking to his sweaty face, the fire in his remorseful eyes seemed to be stronger than ever, or maybe it was just the crimson sparks flying all around you that made it seem that way. There was a terrible turmoil raging in him. He was a vision in flames, beautiful, even in his demise. It tore your heart in the most woeful of ways when you realized what was about to happen. Panic was beginning to gnaw at you, growing worse by the second. You felt your knees grow weak. It could not end like this. 

His brows were furrowed, scars on his once gentle features enlightened by the flames below. He winced at his blistered hand growing redder until the smell of burning flesh was strong in the air. But he didn’t let go. He clutched the jewel, bringing it to his chest with a pained expression. You could tell he was trying his hardest to stand straight — in a way, he was fighting for what was left of his dignity to be able to take a last stand before you — however, the pain made him hunch over the closer he brought the Silmaril to his heart, surrendering to his father’s forsaken oath. He was crumbling. Everything he had lived, fostered and practiced was falling to pieces before you. 

"Mai," you begged "Maitimo, my love, please." Your voice was distorted, strained from the cries you were fighting to be able to speak to him. 

The memory of his happy face flashed before your eyes — skin unharmed and clear, blue eyes kind, merciful and full of love. Of hope. He used to be hopeful, determined to make things right, to keep the memory of his father alive. You found yourself searching for that spark, only to be met with nothing. It frightened you how dull his eyes were. How dejected and empty they seemed. Unrecognizable, even. How the fire in his spirit seemed to be going out. This was it. You locked in a stare with him, too stunned to say anything else, for the tears and his state of being had robbed you of your capacity to form a coherent sentence. He seemed so far away. So helpless. You tried taking a step towards him, beckoning him to come closer, only to be met with more tears streaming down his dirty skin, carving rivers into the grime that had accumulated on his hollow cheeks. He shook his head. 

No.

"I’m sorry. I love you. Please, close your eyes."

Those were last words he uttered before he released a breath he had seemed to be holding forever.  Only this time, something new was shining in his eyes — acceptance. There appeared to be one sole way to rid himself of this pain and you both knew it. This burden had accompanied him for what seemed like an eternity, only for all of you to realize it had been in vain. 

For the only remaining testimony of his father’s existence and brilliance to reject him. His brothers. Each of their deaths, their suffering. Everything they had done, for nothing. Maitimo turned towards the edge of the chasm, not looking back. 

No. 

The last glimpse you caught of your One were his tangled copper locks blowing in the wind, for a protective hand was cast over your glossy eyes from behind, just before you could witness the inevitable. 

No, Eru.

Maglor’s arms around your waist were the only thing holding you back from jumping after him. Your wails ripped through the thick air so loudly, any living creature in the farthest of realms would have shuddered at the sheer terror they carried. You screamed and cried like never before, because now, you felt it. The scorching pain shot through you relentlessly, as though you were the one going up in flames. 

He was burning. 

He was burning and there was nothing you could do about it. 

It felt like your heart was being torn out of your chest. Like Morgoth himself was opening your ribcage to rip it out as a souvenir of his malicious deeds, delighting in your torment. You were pulled against Maglor, locked in place no matter how hard you tried to escape. All you could see were flames. The scenery in front of you was eerily contorted and flimmering, partly because of your tears, partly because of the searing heat that was all around you. You found yourself reaching out towards the edge, praying he would float back up into your arms. It felt as though you were no longer in your own body. Your arms suddenly seemed much longer and Maitimo only seemed to stray further away. You felt your connection to his spirit weaken at an alarming rate. 

His fëa was vanishing. 

The security you had fostered for the last century was slipping from your fingers all at once. Your companionship and his vow to always stay by your side were now becoming nothing but a broken promise, a soon to be memory. All you could do was squirm in his brother’s iron arms, limbs flailing around aimlessly. 

You didn’t feel Maglor’s grip on you. You didn’t feel him pulling you close. You didn’t feel your throat growing hoarse from all the screaming, wailing, crying — hopelessly trying to hold on to the last whiff of Maitimo’s spirit. Only when he forcefully turned you away from the abyss to face him did it break over you. And when it did, you found yourself clawing at his hair, his shoulders, his face. Anything to keep you here, to keep you grounded. His arms enveloped your shaking form so very tightly as to remind you that he was here with you. That he was in just as much pain. That he had lost Maitimo in the same way that you had. 

But you needed him. Eru, you needed him here with you. 

Craning your sore neck towards the sky, you let out a cry, channeling all of your hurt and the last ounce of your strength into a plea: 

"Have you no mercy? After everything he has suffered! Eru, if you hear me, give me a sign! Any.. Anything," you finally sank to your knees, falling into the last remaining prince’s frame — knowing there would be no sign coming your way. Not after everything they had done. 

"Please…Bring him back.." Your breaths were shallow, the burning sensation of your One’s cruel fate still vividly inside of you, stripping you of any power you had left. 

The last fragment of Maitimo’s fëa had thus faded from within you. He was removed from your soul for all of eternity. There was no chance of reuniting, for Mandos would not grant it. He was gone. Your One was gone.

And only now did his voice echo inside your head, warning you about how you were risking everything, throwing away any prospects of a happy, promising life if you decided to court him. Warning you about the Oath. How it would loom over you until the end of time, reminding you to let go of any hopes of settling. You had been naive, thinking it wouldn’t catch up to you eventually. Maitimo’s love and partnership had not only clouded your mind but also encouraged you to put off the thought process about your life post-quest. Just what were you to do? He had told you from the very beginning that there would be no chance of a happy ending for you. How could you ever believe your love would shield him from this burden, keep him safe and sound in your embrace and forget about his duty. About his brothers and their unfulfilled lives. Lives that had been stolen and fates that had been cruelly sealed the day they had made this horrible vow. 

Maitimo had never been yours, no matter how many times he had declared it to you. No matter how deeply he had loved and cherished you, held you close to his heart. You had simply forgotten because there was nothing you would ever want more than him. There was nothing your soul burned for more. Nobody. And only now that he had been taken from you did it catch up to you at last. 

He was his father’s son, after all. 

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Maedhros x human! Reader

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW content, MDNI, smut, size kink, age gap, virgin! reader, loss of virginity, age gap, older man/ younger woman, oral (f. receiving), fingering, creampie

You shivered slightly at the feeling of Maedhros’ hands on your sides, sliding down your belly and lightly squeezing the tops of your thighs. His hands were so much bigger than yours and could nearly wrap around your entire waist. He had always made you feel so small, towering over all his peers and especially over your human stature. 

“You’re ok, I’ve got you…” He murmured as he leaned down to tenderly kiss your lips, propping himself up on his forearm, “Just relax for me, this is all about you, ok?” You nodded your head softly and were rewarded with a smile and another kiss from him, “Good girl.” He truly was doing his utmost to make sure you were comfortable. He was more than aware of the size difference between you and that he might be a rather daunting first time for you. He’d spent the day pampering you: having breakfast prepared, taking you on a walk where he insisted on threading the prettiest flowers he could find into your hair, sharing a bath with you when you confided that you were shy to be nude in front of him, wrapping you in warm towels and cuddling up to you while he kissed your lips until swollen. 

His hands cupped the softness of your breasts, making you cover the lower half of your face with the back of your palm as you turned your flushed face to the side in embarrassment; the size of his hands made your breasts seem so small in his grasp as he cupped and squeezed and teased your pert nipples. 

“Don’t hide…” He cooed as his hands moved to give his lips access to your soft skin, “You look so sweet like this…” As much as he knew he had to be patient, Maedhros was beyond desperate to put himself inside of you. The only relief for his cock was the friction he could get from grinding his hips down into the mattress as he worked his way down your body. 

His fingers danced gently across your hips, tickling slightly as one of his hands left your body to reach for your hand as he rested his chin lightly on your abdomen, thumb caressing your knuckles as he looked up at you. 

“Is this ok?” He asked softly. 

“Please… don’t stop.” Your voice came out quietly, caught up in the anticipation of this moment. He smiled gently and turned his face to press a kiss to your lower belly and then trailing further down until he was pushing your thighs apart. His eyes closed to better delight in your reactions and to try and make you feel a little less embarrassed at having his face so close to your most private area. He revelled in the little moans that slipped from your lips when he left hot kisses on your inner thighs and began to suck down and playfully nip to mark you up some, knowing you were now also used to this sensation upon your neck. He felt your hips jump slightly at the first lap of his tongue against your drooling slit and how you squeezed his hand as your breathing picked up. Your other hand went down to tangle in his fiery hair. He rewarded you with a gentle suck at your clit, tearing more moans from your hips as your body began to writhe beneath him. 

He let go of your hand in favour of pressing your other hip down, guiding your hand to also tangle in his hair between doing so. A moan of his name slipped past your lips and he pressed a soft kiss to your clit before looking up to you. 

“Everything’s still alright?” He asked and you nodded your head, pushing his face further into your pussy to chase the immense pleasure he had been giving you mere moments before. You eagerly nodded your head. 

“Don’t stop, Mae, please…” You begged softly and the sight was so beautiful to him: cheeks flushed, eyes lidded and smouldering with lust, your breasts rising and falling with each panted breath. 

“Anything you want.” He replied with a smile at how endearing your eagerness was. His tongue got right back to work on lapping through your slit, pushing into your entrance and moaning at your taste, making you feel the vibrations of his voice. The room became full of the sounds of moans falling past your lips. It took you a few minutes to realise just how loud you were being and so you grabbed a nearby pillow that you could hide your face and muffle all your sounds in. 

Maedhros began to rise up from between your legs just as he began to sink one finger into you, not yet enough to cause you any sort of discomfort. 

“Don’t hide from me…” The pillow was pulled from your grasp and he was met with your shy eyes as he shallowly thrusted his finger up into you, watching how you gasped when he brushed over your sweet spot. He pushed even further into you and you pulled him down for a kiss to muffle your noises that you were embarrassed by instead. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it brushed against yours. 

Maedhros felt your body tense when he pushed a second finger into you, knowing that he would have to be gentle to accommodate your inexperience and how much bigger his fingers were than your own. A small whimper escaped you and he withdrew his fingers to gather you up in his arms, making you feel so small and light compared to him. He turned you so that your back was to his sculpted chest and he spread your legs over yours. As one hand went down to resume its work between your legs, the other came beneath your chin to turn your head enough for him to lean down and kiss you. The comfort of having him pressed so close to you, joined with the distraction of his dizzying kisses, made you relax more as those two fingers pushed back into you. He worked you open with a slow and steady pace, scissoring his fingers inside your sticky cunt to try and prepare you for his cock. You pulled away from his lips with a gasp and a wince as he sank a third finger into you, feeling how your walls had to stretch around him. 

“Mae!” You yelped, “...hurts!” He shushed you gently through even gentler kisses. 

“I know, I know, but we need to work through it, ok?” He used one hand to guide one of yours up to your breast, “Touch yourself here for me.” With tears welling in your eyes, you nodded your head compliantly as you cupped your breasts, toying with your nipples as he had done earlier, sending little rivulets of pleasure sparking through your body and down to your core. With his free hand, he rested his large palm against your abdomen as his fingers reached down to stroke circles against your clit. The added stimulation quickly made the pain melt away as he continued to scissor his fingers inside of you to work you open and prepare you for his cock. He could feel the way you tightened up around him and your walls fluttered around his fingers as you writhed in his lap, hips grinding into his touch as your head fell back against his shoulder, sweet moans pouring from your lips as you came undone. 

He eased you through your high until you were whimpering at the sensitivity of it all, prompting him to remove his fingers from you and turn you in his lap so that you were straddling him. He shuffled down the bed slightly so that he was leaning back more and with a hand cradling the back of your head, he coaxed you to lay on his chest as you calmed down. He could feel each heavy breath and your racing heart as you nuzzled against his warm skin, hand resting on his chest and beginning to play dot-to-dot across his freckles once you had opened his eyes. He coaxed you to lean up enough to kiss him, strong arms wrapping around you to pull you close as he sat up so that you were perched on his lap. 

You could feel his hard cock beneath you, just as you had felt it against your back earlier and yet you had done your best to not look since you had initially seen him naked in your shared bath earlier. The eldar were bigger than the edain, those of valinor being even bigger and the fëanorians even more so. Maedhros was an intimidating first time and the two of you were more than aware of that. 

“Why don’t you just grind down on me first, hm?” He suggested as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, brushing some hair away from your face as he sensed your anxiety, “Get it nice and wet for you?” You nodded your head once and were rewarded with yet another kiss, “That’s my girl…” The sound he let out when you lowered your slick pussy onto him and grinded down on his length was like music to your ears and only encouraged you to continue with more enthusiasm. 

You looked so endearing like this to the ellon beneath you. He knew that his age and experience intimidated you and made you doubt yourself but he just couldn’t explain to you how attractive it was to see you clumsily and eagerly chase pleasure and follow orders as you navigated your way through your inexperience. You were so responsive too! You had a blush stamped upon your cheeks, your eyes lidded or closed to better focus on how you were feeling, your limbs lightly trembling and your pussy absolutely dripping as you let out the sweetest little sounds. He just wanted to look after you and keep you as his forever, even if your version of forever had to be shorter than his, he would treasure whatever time your mortality allowed him to have with you. 

“Such a pretty little thing…” He cooed as he easily raised your hips up with one hand, taking his cock in the other and lining himself up with your entrance, “You just take as much as you can, alright? Nice and slow…” You nodded your head and leaned forwards just enough to lay your little hands flat against his abdomen to support yourself as you slowly pushed down, hips wiggling as you tried to get used to the sensation. He watched your face contort into a wince and yet you made no move to stop until at least the tip of his cock was resting snugly in your tight walls, squeezing down harshly on him and making him exhale raggedly and squeeze your hips and thighs to try and ground himself. He wanted to feel what it was like to sink his entire cock into you and yet he knew that he had to be patient for your wellbeing, he would never want to cause you pain or discomfort… even if you did look so hot as you teared up from the ache of just his tip inside of you. He was so big and you were so small and something about that just made him want to take and take and take from you, regardless of whether you were able to give. You were like a perfect doll in his lap, making little bounces to try and work yourself further down his cock, even as hot tears pooled in your eyes, never having felt so full in all your life. 

You let out little whimpers and whines as your hands curled into fists, nails raking against his skin in the process. You were so determined to take more of him and it made him fight the urge to thrust up into you and watch you fall against his chest as he set his own rhythm. He watched as you withdrew one hand from his body in favour of toying with your clit, making your head fall forwards as moans poured out from you. He could feel you grow wetter and consequently take more of him, eagerly bouncing up and down upon the few inches that you had already taken in and trying to take more each time your hips fell down over him. Wanting you to be able to better focus on riding him, he nudged your hand aside so that he could toy with your clit himself, caressing in gentle touches and watching as your tears spilled down your cheeks as you did your utmost to chase your own pleasure while pleasing him. You were desperate for the stretch of his cock to stop aching and simply fill you with pleasure and so you were impatiently trying to grow accustomed to the feeling of him stretching you out like this. 

You tried to focus on how hot and heavy he felt inside you, his moans and words of praise serving to make you wetter and you gasped when you pressed a hand to your belly and felt the head of his cock stroke against your palm. It was enough to make the two of you pause and you could have melted at just how small he made you feel. You wanted nothing more than to be pinned to his body by his strong arms as he took you and finally made you feel good. You wanted to know what it was like to feel all of him inside of you. 

“Mae… I need you, please?” You whined out, “Want all of you, wan’ you to give it to me, please?” You grabbed his hands and encouraged him to sit up so that you could look up at him with those begging doe-eyes and he groaned as your words put his restraint to the test. 

“This will be better for you though, so that you can take it at your own pace…” He replied and you adamantly shook your head. 

“Need you to do it… need you to make it fit, please? Please, I’ve been good.” His arms wrapped around your waist and you could feel one of his palms run up your spine. 

“You can’t say things like that, y/n…” He warned you with a guilty look in his eyes, knowing that he would likely hurt you if he had things his way as you were begging of him. 

“Please?” Your voice broke with desperation, “Need you, Mae, and- and ‘m all yours and just want you to make it fit and use me, please?” How could you say such filthy things with the most innocent eyes? He leaned forwards to softly kiss you as you squirmed on his cock, his fiery hair falling around the two of you. 

“Ok… ok, hold onto me…” You reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek in a silent ‘thank you’. You gasped when he began to shallowly thrust into you, working in more with each thrust than you had been doing previously. You buried your face against his shoulder to muffle all of your whines and whimpers as your fingers tangled in his hair. He was almost tempted to stop if not for your little moans of ‘just like that’, ‘s’ good’, ‘please don’t stop’, ‘make it fit, Mae, please?’. You truly had no idea just how adorable and alluring you were. You cried out when he sank all the way into you with one harsh thrust and you looked up at him with hot tears streaking down your cheeks, kiss-swollen lips pouted for a kiss and he had never seen something more beautiful. The way you were crying at the stretch of his thick cock in your tiny cunt and yet begging for him to not stop drove him insane and he kissed you like a man starved as he gave you an opportunity to try and adjust, tasting the salt of your tears where they had gathered at the corners of your mouth. 

Your moans only increased in pitch when he finally started fucking you, watching your eyes go blank as all you could focus on was how big he felt inside you, his tip kissing your cervix with each deep thrust and filling the room with the obscene squelches of your pussy, already creaming around him as he bounced you effortlessly in his lap, so small and easy to manhandle however he pleased. He was unsure how long he would even be able to last in you with the way your tight walls were clenching around him and you sounded so sweet right by his ear. He worked his hand between your bodies to tease your clit and felt how you shuddered in response, your thighs tensing and pussy fluttering tightly around him as you reached your second orgasm of the evening. Any words that you tried to get out became interrupted by moans and began to come out as just nonsense. You sounded utterly broken and beyond adorable when you moaned at the sensation of his arms coiling around you to keep you in place as he filled you with his sticky load, your face buried into his shoulder as he hid his face in your hair, moaning right by your ear as his hips stuttered into yours. 

You were covered in a sheen of sweat and panting for breath, arms still around his shoulders as he laid back so that you could rest upon his chest, cock still buried in you and keeping all of his cum inside as you hummed in tiredness and contentment. 

“Sleepy?” He asked, voice slightly hoarse from all the noise the two of you had been making. You snuggled closer to him and simply nodded your head with a heavy sigh. “Alright… get some rest and then I’ll get you something to eat and drink, ok?” Another nod. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” His voice came out much softer. 

“I’m sore but it didn’t hurt really bad.” You mumbled against his chest and he decided to stop questioning you and simply stroke your hair as you rested upon him, clearly exhausted and in need of rest. 

“Good, good. Get some sleep, I won’t go anywhere.” 

“Want you to stay inside too…” He let out a small moan as he turned his face to kiss the side of your head. 

“You truly know what to say to get me going, y/n…” 

“Good.” You replied with a cheeky smile before dozing off on your lover’s chest. 

He wanted to be with you forever. 

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Hot and Cold

Maedhros x Reader

2.6k Words

Request: Maedhros request if you like it: reader helping Mae cope with the trauma of leaving Angband. Ie: him learning how to accept and enjoy physical and sexual attention again, in a safe environment and at whatever pace he needs to heal. There are good days where it feels like he is starting to feel comfortable in his own skin, and then there are days where he can barely meet her eyes. But she takes her time, and he takes it one day at a time.

A/N: Hey anon I hope this is what you were looking for!

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Your mind wandered as you read the pages in the book, one talking of romance and love. Filled with the fictional hero and their partner reuniting after long captivity with the villain. Part of you wanted to scoff as you read it, knowing what the partner had been put through by the villain in the previous book you read. Seeing how their reunion was warm and love filled and touchy, especially from the victim. 

You couldn’t help but think of your reunion with Maitimo, and how different it had been. How it had been cold and distant, though he spoke of relief to see you and to be with you again, his actions at the time spoke more of how timid and fearful he was of being touched. No matter how gentle your touch had been, Maitimo had been apprehensive with every single touch. 

It had taken a long time to even do simple things like doing his hair, helping him up and about, holding his hand. It had been a struggle even in those moments to get him to do it for any length of time. You almost felt insulted reading this part of the book, as what the Healers described as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder was nothing to play around with. Though you didn’t know if you could fault the author for being lucky to be ignorant… Unintentional or no. 

Though your mind wandered back to last night and how far Maitimo had come since that fateful day that Findekano had brought him back to Mithrim. You could still feel the warmth of his lips melding with yours, the way his hand wandered over your body and pulled you close… You shivered as you remembered the slow and tender moment of him filling you.

It was a far cry of what had been, but that didn’t mean it was like that all the time. It was one of the few tender moments you two shared with one another, with Maitimo feeling comfortable in his own skin for a change. Something that you had been carefully cultivating, with the help and instruction of both Maitimo and healers in an effort to help him heal without the help of Lorien at your aid being all the way in Beleriand now. 

You sighed as your eyes blurred trying to continue to read the words on the page, but unable too. You were too disgruntled with portrayal of the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and how they seemed to speak of it yet none of the symptoms were congruent with what you and Maitimo- especially him- had experienced. 

Gently you shut the book closed and set it down on the coffee table that was in front of you, hoping to be able to at least read it later and enjoy it after you got some sleep. It was hours past when Maitimo went to bed, so you figured now was time to join him for bed. 

Quietly you stood from your spot, exiting the study that was just down the hall from your shared chambers. To the point you could see the door, one that was shut and probably locked. You had gotten in the habit of carrying the bedroom key on you in the event that it was locked. Regularly it was as an added measure of security for Maitimo. 

You entered your shared chambers with Maitimo, with a sliver of faint lamp light shining in to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He had gone to bed hours before you, or at least that was supposed to have been the case. But it was clear that it had been disturbed or he never made it to sleep. 

“Maitimo?” You asked in a soft voice, as you shut the door with a soft click, though he gave you no answer except a simple sigh leaving his lips at the sound of your voice. You patiently waited for him to acknowledge you before finally he sat up straight and looked in your direction, the look of distress was clear on his face. 

“Am I still dreaming?” He asked in a soft whisper, with distress and confusion in the tone of his voice. You began to shake your head no as you moved to approach him slowly, 

“No, Maitimo you are awake and I am very real.” You answered him honestly, knowing that he’d ask if you were real. His dreams were so vivid and imaginative there were times he couldn’t tell if it was a cruel vision from Sauron of you being present and him being home, or if he were really there. 

The Maia seemed to know his every weakness and preyed on them easily, especially when it came to you. Something Maitimo had disclosed to you, and it had explained why he had been so hesitant to get physical with you. For fear that you’d dissipate and he’d wake up from such a sweet and tender dream to just be in shackles in Sauron’s torture chamber all over again. 

Yet it was much to his relief every time you touched that you were more real than any vision he could’ve ever conjured. 

Maitimo’s heart began to speed up as you came nearer to him, pounding so loud in his ears he hardly heard your footsteps. Wondering if truly you were real despite your confirmation, it could be a trick of any kind for all he knew, especially being in this soft bed that smelled like you. Yet as he felt your hands gently touch his face, he shuddered before relaxing his tense body. 

You were indeed real and here with him. 

“You are cold, melda.” He whispered softly as your cool fingers traced over his scarred cheek and down to his jaw as you cupped his face. Maitimo leaning his head into your hand, and you hummed and shook your head. 

“No Mai, you are hot, from your nightmares I am sure.” You said gingerly, while your other hand came to rest on his shoulder as you stood between his legs. Maitimo let out a soft sound of understanding before he sighed, leaning forward and his forehead came to rest against your chest and stomach. 

Seeking out your touch for once, looking for you nonjudgmental comfort that he could gain from you. He admired your patience with him and how hot and cold he could be with affection. How some days he felt so confident, like now, to lean on you figuratively and literally, but other days… Paranoia got the better of him and everyone was his enemy. Though he pushed through such things and always kept why to himself, even though he knew you suspected why. 

Gently your hand came to cradle the back of his head gingerly, your fingers softly playing with his hair that now came to his shoulders as it had grown back in from where it had to be cut short from all the mats and tangles that had accumulated in his beautiful russet hair. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head as you held him. 

“I am keeping you from sleep aren’t I?” Maitimo murmured into your robes, and you smiled some, shaking your head. 

“No. I do not mind even if you were, I am still wide awake from my book.” You confessed to him openly, and he hummed, laying against you for a moment longer. He wasn’t very heavy, the weight was coming back on him and he was filling out again. But he was still lighter than what you were used too. 

There was a long moment of silence between the two of you with Maitimo wracking his brain trying to think of something to talk about. Something that didn’t have to talk about his nightmares, even though that went against what the Healers wanted out of him. They wanted him to speak with you or to them about the happenings in his mind, yet you never pressed really. But he could tell you were growing tired of being left in the dark or disobeying the Healers when it came to these things. 

“Here why don’t you lay down, and I’ll get ready for bed and we can lay together.” You said, regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth, as you doubted he’d want to cuddle. Probably having had his fill on affection, for a moment he didn’t move. Maitimo didn’t want to part from you, but did so regardless, before he sat back in the bed. 

To keep his mind from wandering, Maitimo’s eyes followed you as you reluctantly left his side of the bed. Taking his place again but sitting up, Maitimo watched as you went to the armoire, how you stripped down and out of your robes. You were used to him watching you so intensely after such vivid nightmares, it was like his mind still didn’t trust whether or not you were real. 

You didn’t shy away as you continued to strip down to your smalls, as there wasn’t an ounce of judgment in Maitimo’s eyes. It had taken some time to adjust to his staring in moments like these but you managed too, and only continued on with your task. Maitimo thought you were utterly graceful as you slipped back into the night time trousers and shirt, doing so with ease. He didn’t envy you, despite all his clumsiness to do it all one handed. 

His pale blue eyes were still fixated on you as you approached the bed and he gingerly pulled down the duvet for you allowing you to climb into bed next to him. The silence between you two was comfortable, you had grown used to either having to fill it or being stuck with it, never making it awkward. 

The pair of you sat there together before you felt Maitimo reach over to pull you towards him, you felt your heart leap into your throat in excitement. It, again, wasn’t often he seeked out physical affection- usually letting you initiate everything. So you were quick to scoot across the bed to be right next to him. 

Both of you sliding down the headboard to lay down, and for Maitimo to pull you in towards his chest. But you hesitated, 

“Mai, do you want me to hold you?” You asked him as you sat up at an angle looking down at his face, and slowly he shook his head no at your words. 

“No, I can’t- It’s-” He faltered trying to find the right words to tell you that he didn’t feel safe. It felt terrible voicing those feelings but you only nodded your head, 

“It’s okay you don’t have to explain, I’ll lay with you.” You reassured him, knowing it wasn’t often that Maitimo got tripped up over his words. But you knew there was a method to the things he did and you suspected why, Sauron had a hand in it. If not him then Morgoth, so you didn’t argue. 

Simply laying your head on his chest and cuddling up close to him, and Maitimo didn’t shy or scoot away from you. You heard the contented that left his lips, familiar with all his non-verbal cues and reactions by now. 

“Do you want to talk about your nightmare?” You offered up, and you felt him tense beneath you at the idea of having to tell you the horrible dreams that he had and suffered from. He didn’t like the idea of exposing to you to the terror that he went through, so slowly he shook his head no. 

“No. I don’t.” He answered you simply, and you nodded against his chest listening to his heart beating steadily. 

“They are things that I don’t want you to think about.” He whispered out softly and you nodded your head slowly against him, understanding that he was just trying to protect you. But you wished that he’d let you in, so he wasn’t shouldering so much on his own, but that Feanorian trait of stubbornness really shone through here with this. 

Again there was a silence between the two of you. You thought for a long moment about what to say, something that wouldn’t make him grow too defensive and distressed. You didn’t like to put anymore on his plate than he already had. 

“I just want to help.” You answered him gently and without an accusatory tone, and you felt him shift, before his arm around you gave you a snug squeeze. 

“I know Y/N. And you are helping, it is just… I do not want to put this on you.” Maitimo said and there was a firmness to his voice, showing that he was adamant that he didn’t want anyone else- well you- interfering with this issue. You sighed out at his words, relaxing against him knowing there was no point in arguing. Once Maitimo had set himself on a path there was no stopping him, 

“This… Doing this is easier because of you.” Maitimo said giving you another squeeze to your shoulders, and this time there was a tentative kiss pressed to the crown of your head. 

“I’ve asked enough of you and what you dedicate your time to helping me with. You don’t have to help me with everything.” Maitimo said gently to you, he wasn’t angry or upset… If anything you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt as though he was burdening you with this task of healing from Angband. Not that you’d ever look at it like that… But it seemed that might be what he was insinuating. 

“And you can keep asking for more of me Maitimo, I will help you with anything you asked me too.” You said to him softly, your hand coming to rub against his chest affectionately knowing better than to wind your arm around his waist. Knowing it made him feel trapped. 

“I know…” He whispered quietly and for a moment there was an awkward silence that fell between you. 

“But let us not dwell on such things, you are helping me now being like this with me… Thank you Y/N.” Maitimo said and you smiled softly at his words, 

“I love you, Maitimo.” You answered in return as you felt his hand begin to rub your back softly and affectionately. 

“And I.. love you Y/N.” You weren’t offended at the hesitance, you knew it took him more courage to find the will to say it than it did if he said nothing. You felt loved, and you hoped he did too, and quietly you closed your eyes savoring this moment that felt far too fleeting. But you’d soak up every second of it until you fell asleep. 

Maitimo closed his eyes, sleep still far away from him. Something he was keeping at bay, until  you fell asleep at least, so quietly he listened to the way your breathing slowed and deepened. How you stilled fully and relaxed with all your weight against him, the pressure of your body against him was welcome. 

Finally with your little shifts and sighs, Maitimo knew you were asleep and let out a breath of relief. Relieved this was real, that you were here and he was with you. Relieved that there was no more pressing about the nightmares, he loved you and could see the toll he was taking on you. 

Not dwelling on it further, finally Maitimo closed his eyes and let sleep slowly whisk him away. Content that you two were together and that he felt comfortable enough in his own skin to be with you like this. 

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Better Than The Stars

Caranthir x reader

Request: Hi Mina! Can I request a one shot where Maedhros or Caranthir are married after being reincarnated and they're struggling with people opinions about their children (hair color, their patrents past, Fëanor...) meanwhile their wives don't care even more because they're noble and know about their society (plus Nerdandel Is supporting). However lots of fluff and family actitude 🩷 thank you!!!! - @foreverandadaydarling

A/N: A pleasure to create this piece on your behalf dear. Enjoy!

Warnings: female reader, angst, comfort/happiness, reborn!Caranthir, arguments, Caranthir wanting to separate

Words: 2k

Synopsis: There were days when even the great son of Feanor required reassurance that your choice to be a family was genuine and not out of guilt.

Pulling the blanket over your shoulders, you stood in the doorway, watching your husband tediously slave away, attempting to garden. A chore that once came easily during his youthful and glorious years of peace was now foreign and laborious. You would have been fine with assisting him, but quick he was to assure you that you shouldn’t be the only one labouring around the household. Your response? A simple smile and a pat on his shoulders before leaving him to his own devices.

It was now spring, and Arien’s rays were barely peeking through the clouds to relieve the winter coldness. What little crop you two managed to save during the previous seasons was now getting the opportunity to grow. Winter was harsh for you two since you no longer lived in the comfort of your parent’s homes or the lavish life you once did in Thargelion. Returning to Valinor, branded as outcasts or the darkened ones, most of your family turned blind eyes to many of the returned—as did the former servants of his house. Most were quick to beg for forgiveness and repent their rebellion towards the Valar and were easily forgiven; however, their compromise was to never serve under their house again.

You, along with a few of their spouses, openly chose to remain at their sides after their rebirth, believing that if they were given a second chance at life, then there was still good left in them. Unfortunately, your choice of dwelling with him left a stain on his heart when he realised the life you would have to live with him—giving up the lavish treatment you once had.

“Ease up on the hoe—the handle already has a crack, arimelda.” Halting his swing mid-air, he turned to gaze at you with soft eyes, but behind them, you saw the distant look of regret.

Yes, he regretted you being dragged along with him in a swirl of chaos and destruction. He promised you the world when you both wedded and instead, he brought death, pain, and heartbreak. Though you knew the true reason behind his actions, hence the force being placed on the handle with each swing the tool made with the earth.

His children.

Your two daughters became the newest victims of the backlash the House of Feanor faced. A brief excursion into Tirion’s market yesterday left them scurrying back home with tears streaming down their ruddy cheeks, a precious trademark that made them all the more magnificent in their father’s eyes. Keeping the incident a secret from him all day yesterday to maintain peace was broken this morning upon mindless eavesdropping as his girls hush-hushed the harsh words. His first instinct was to fly into Tirion and have his daughters pinpoint the individuals before giving them a good old-fashioned taste of his mind, the classic Moryo style.

Had it not been for his daughters' pleas alongside yours, the House of Feanor would have left another mark on their reputation.

Sharply exhaling and relaxing the flare of his nostrils, he gave a pained smile. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t notice. I’ll fix it when I’m finished.” And yet, his smile didn’t reach his eyes as it once did.

“No need, just go easy on it.”

Offering him a genuine smile, one that reached your eyes, he dropped the hoe.

He still couldn’t understand, to this day, how you could be happy amidst the life he had you living. You deserved the riches he bestowed upon you in Thargelion. Whatever you wished for, he would have been able to grant—be it the largest diamond, a platter of fruits, or the finest material for your clothes. Not this broken life of struggling to bring in a good harvest or being cursed at when you went into town for produce and meat. Even the relationships with a few of his brothers felt strained, the harsh, cold, blank stares you would give them whenever they visited.

You still hated them for persuading him to retrieve the Silmaril, even though you knew he had no choice. You just wished it had come at a later date so more time could have been spent. At least his mother did her best to reach out and act as a guidance counsellor when she could. Her words were harsh at times, despite the honesty behind them and bias towards her sons, giving recognition to her wisdom. But not once had she persuaded any of her daughters-in-law to leave her sons. That was the sole decision she left you ladies to make; your choices were your consequences.

Frowning, deep in thought, he parted his lips to argue. “Why—”

“Don’t, because I will give you the same answer as I always do. I just want to be with you. I’m happy with you,” you reminded with a single huff.

Returning a breathy laughter, wanting nothing more than to scream and yell at the now nonchalant and lackadaisical you were treating the crisis, he curled his fists into his trousers. “Really? Is that the life you genuinely want with me when we have children? If it were you and I, then I would be less inclined to leave, but we have a family who have now become victims! And for what?! Looking like me and coming from this accursed family! This is not the life I want for them and you!”

“Then you would prefer us packing up and departing after expressing your gratefulness upon your rebirth that we stayed?!” you snapped, lowering your tone to prevent your girls from picking up that their parents were arguing.

“Yes! Yes, I would have preferred that instead of having to listen to the vile comments targeted at my children and you!” He shook his head and turned to gaze at the dirt ground. Standing in the troughs he had dug, he felt insignificant for the first time in his life. He felt lost as if his purpose had been stolen from him.

Maybe if I covered myself with dirt and grew, I might be able to start over again? I’d be able to regain a purpose in life.

“Do you genuinely believe I would leave you so easily? Have I not walked through fire and gotten burned to prove my loyalty? Is that not what this family is all about? Do you honestly want to chase us away because of naysayers? I’ve said it time and time again, I don’t care about other’s opinions of us. What happened to the Morifinwë who didn’t care about other’s opinions?”

“He died long ago and has no intentions of returning now that he has children!” He allowed himself to stand there in the dirt and lifted his head to gaze at the overcast above. “You could return to your family, taking our daughters with you, and atone for your actions. You all would not have to struggle or be hated—everyone would adore you all, a life of luxuries and opportunities. You were never hated, always loved, so why do you still stay when the situation shows no sign of bettering?”

If the Arien was out, I’d be able to sprout properly. But even she would not wish to cast her rays upon a person like me—they were too beautiful to be wasted.

Tugging the blanket tighter around your body as a brisk cold wind blew through the garden, you shivered. Listening to the branches quake and shiver from the intensity of the violent wind, you could observe and ponder how long your actions had troubled his mind. He didn’t drop his head from the sky; he kept it facing upwards and left his hands curled into fists at his sides, controlling his temper. Opening his mouth to respond, he quickly snapped it shut, unable to provide an appropriate counter.

It was something he had done less and less since his rebirth. It was the most eerie change in his persona. Gone was the easily angered Caranthir, replaced by a mellowed and soft-spoken person. Still, he’d grind his teeth or grumble under his breath at the hate, but always bit his tongue because he knew it was the truth and there was no point in fighting it. Yet, there was anger behind your decision to remain at his side. You could have left him, never to be heard of again, and lived in a peaceful paradise.

“Because we would not have been at peace if you were not around. To hear our children ask for their father, why wasn’t he coming around or if he didn’t love them anymore are questions I would like to avoid. I want our girls to grow up knowing and seeing you in a different light compared to how others perceive you.” Your voice was soft and considerate, and his tensive posture was relaxed when it reached his ears. “I want them to know that their father was kind and loving, and someone who made an effort.”

Relaxing his fingers from their tight grip, he wiggled them around to alleviate the ache. Lowering his head to your level, he turned to confront you. His forest green eyes pierced into yours, seeking warmth and honesty behind your words. And you allowed him to—there was nothing to conceal. He deserved to witness the truth for himself.

“I want peace and I also want happiness Caranthir. Do you remember our vows, happiness and sows, for better or worse, through the good times and bad? I chose you from the start and I will continue to choose you until the end of time—we will stand with you until the end of time.” Walking out the doorway, you stepped barefoot onto the dirt. Grimacing because of the coldness of the earth seeping through your pores, you continued to walk until you stood before him.

Extending your hand, you tenderly grasped his freckled one and raised it until it met your lips. Returning a smile to him, of which he was unaware, you kissed the back of his hand before reaching your other hand to encircle his waist. Despite the stern and unyielding expression on his face, your actions were the exception that broke the ice, causing him to blush slightly. This was one occasion when he could not deny being captivated by your gesture.

Raising your head to meet his gaze, you captured the longing, desperate reassurance in his stare.

“Sometimes I wonder who is the more stubborn of the two of us.”

“I have never been happier Moryo; you make me the happiest person in the world.” Saying this, you took his hand encased by yours and rubbed it against your cheek before repeating the gesture upon his ruddy cheeks. “Your daughters love and want you in their lives; don’t push us away.”

“Even in this state of living when I can no longer provide the best?”

“You always give us your best.” At the whisper of your words, a warm wind blew through the gardens and wrapped its cool arms around you both, pushing you into one another. Within that moment, two extra pairs of footsteps were heard rushing out the backdoor. Lo and behold, the sight of two miniature versions of both of you came scampering out of the house to rush for a group hug. Never one for missing out on family hugs whenever they saw you both embracing.

The moment they ran out of the house giggling was the moment a flutter of warmth flowed into his heart as he gazed at his two loving children clinging to you both. Their short arms struggling to encircle your bodies as they squeezed your waists tightly added appreciation to the warmth. Arien’s rays took the most opportune moment to shine her light upon you both, encasing you in a swirl of golden light. A light finally shone upon you both, maybe a sign of acceptance or prosperity, or both.

Laughing at the action, Caranthir could not help but gaze lovingly at them, giving their heads small pats and then at you—finally, he was seeing the honesty and beauty behind your words in your eyes. Choosing him wasn’t out of sympathy or shame, it was all love and contentment.

“Then I will continue to give you all my best meldanya…for staying at my side.”

“You are all that I need.” Pulling him closer, you rubbed his nose against yours and gently pecked his lips before grinning at his blushing face.

“Can I have a kiss too atya?”

“Me too, I want a kiss please!”

With a smile emanating from the depths of his heart, Caranthir gazed at his girls tip-toeing with their lips puckered for their kisses and chuckled. Some things truly never change.

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“Alright, line up for your kisses!”

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Glimpse of You

Request: Can i request a Maedhros x female teleri reader fic? They were madly in love with each other but fate had other plans for them. They would have been married within a few years, but Maedhros took the oath, which lead him to be on the opposite side. The Noldor's left valinor. Thousands of years later, reader, has an fateful encounter with Maedhros, who had just returned from the Halls of Mandos. Will fate give them another chance? The ending is up to you. I love the way you describe things. 💕

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Maedhros x Vanya Reader

Summary :It is just an infatuation you tried to remind yourself of, but all those thoughts seem to fly away the second you tried to muster them. It was a mistake. Hope in such situations was a cruel fate.

AN: Thanks for requesting. Soooo I already have a Maedhros x Teleri reader fic. Which is why I went with a Vanya reader. Hopefully that works.

“Maitimo,” a frail figure shuffled through the woods. Deep dark woods where once Ungoliant hid from light. Woods that were forgotten by the people of Aman. No one wandered in the unhabitable cursed forest. Even the beasts of Yavanna and Oromë had abandoned them. Whatever was left behind was twisted by the corruption of some unknown force.

In those woods walked one elleth. Aimless, without another companion, she walked as if searching for something. Something obscured by the darkness. Her own light dimmed with the passing of time. Every day the dark of the forest clung closer to her. Yet, she continued her journey.

By now her eyes, which had once shined with the divine light of the two trees, dulled. They seemed to be glazed as if lost in a dream-like state. Long golden tresses that had once shined with the glow of Laurelin were now matted with dirt and debris.

Weeks of restless walking had worn her feet now bled with countless untreated wounds and blisters. Whatever shoes she had been wearing were lost long ago but nothing seemed to break the trance that lay upon the elleth.

In quiet whispers, tearful pleas, or panicked screams, she called for someone. One name came to her lips. She uttered it like an unanswered prayer. Tears had dried a while ago. Elleth who had once held the fire of Illuvatar in her now nothing more than a wraith.

Stumbling on the wayward roots, she fell multiple times but no matter how hard the fall, she stood back up. Even as her breath became too heavy for her body and the trees closed around her, she pulled herself up.

“Illuvatar! y/n, he is coming this way.” A group of Vanya elleth huddled together. Together they whispered excitedly. One of the elleth in the group, you tried to swat your friend as you tried to hide away from the unwanted attention that your friend had bestowed upon you.

There seemed to be a hum of excitement in the palace of King Ingwe. The reason for this upheaval was the Noldorian princes who now made their way toward the court to pay their respects to the King of Vanyar.

It was an astounding event because these two princes were not sons of Prince Nolofinwe or Prince Arafinwe. They were sons of Crown prince Feanor. Prince Nelyafinwe and Prince Makalaure.

Rumors around the city said that their reason for the sudden visit was related to the second youngest son of Crown Prince Feanor. It was not unknown that Prince Makalaure held a deep love for music and songs. His craft was famous all over Valinor. So, many had assumed that the reason for the princes’ visit must have something to do with music. After all, Vanyar were known for their songs and poetry.

"By Varda, he is indeed well-formed," your friend exclaimed as she gazed at the Noldorian prince. The palace of King Ingwe was abuzz with excitement as the Noldorian princes, Prince Nelyafinwe and Prince Makalaure, made their way toward the court to pay their respects to the King of Vanyar.

This was an exceptional event because these two princes were not sons of Prince Nolofinwe or Prince Arafinwe; they were the sons of Crown Prince Feanor. Rumors circulating in the city suggested that their sudden visit might be related to the second youngest son of Crown Prince Feanor. Prince Makalaure was renowned for his deep love for music and songs, which were famous all over Valinor. Many assumed that the reason for the princes' visit had something to do with music, considering the Vanyar's reputation for their songs and poetry.

Your friend, however, appeared to care little about the reason for the visit. She had come to the court that day with one purpose in mind—to catch a glimpse of the most handsome son of Feanor.

Prince Nelyafinwe was admired by many. His honey-sweet words and unparalleled looks left many elleth stuttering and blushing uncontrollably. In fact, your group of elleth friends had spent hours meticulously preparing for this day. They had braided their hair with great care, and some had even purchased new dresses specifically for the Noldorian prince's visit. Many among them dreamed of a forbidden romance that would set both the courts of Taniquetil and Tirion on fire.

Amidst the crowd that had gathered for the prince's arrival were you and your chatty friend, who seemed incapable of staying quiet. A part of your mind couldn't help but wonder if her incessant talking might indeed draw the prince's attention, though perhaps not for the right reasons.

While you had put in a considerable effort to look your best that day, you didn't harbor much faith in the romantic fantasies swirling around you. You had seen the prince before, and despite his tall stature, soft-spoken nature, and enchanting green eyes, you had kept your feelings hidden.

Your father was not a renowned craftsman like Mahtan, nor was he an influential courtier. He was a tutor, dedicated to teaching elflings to read and write. Your mother had been a librarian, spending her days among scrolls. Growing up as an only child, your life had been uneventful but peaceful.

As you tried to silence your friend's chatter with your hand, you noticed disapproving glances directed your way. You attempted to avoid awkward eye contact with the onlookers when you suddenly locked eyes with the Noldorian prince. Panic surged within you as you realized he was staring directly at you. Your friend had calmed down somewhat, but you were frozen in place, feeling as if your entire being had ignited.

You attempted to remind yourself that it was merely an infatuation, but all rational thoughts fled the moment you tried to grasp them. They vanished completely the instant the eldest Feanorian prince bestowed upon you the gentlest of smiles. He looked at you in a way that no one ever had before. With one smile, Prince Nelyafinwe shattered every last bit of your self-restraint.

"Y/n! He looked your way!" Your friend's excited voice pulled you out of your stupor, and you tore your gaze away from Prince Nelyafinwe. Without a second thought, you seized your protesting friend and hurriedly retreated from the bustling crowd. You blocked out whatever your friend was saying, realizing that hope in such situations could be a cruel fate.

Looking at your retreating back, Nelyafinwe felt weird. He had intended to spot the elleth who was so openly impressed by his well-formedness, but when his eyes found the loud elleth, he could not ignore you next to her. You, who were unsuccessfully trying to quiet down your friend. The endearing pink that dusted your cheeks made his heart skip a beat. A smile had made its way onto his face. He knew his smiles well and had mastered them as a politician, but this smile was unlike any other. Then, just as you made eye contact, his heart felt full.

In that quick second, he saw your eyes widen. The pink of your cheeks darkened as you both gazed at each other. Y/n, your name, he heard as her friend shook you with the force of Tulkas. Flinching, you rushed away without a look back, leaving Nelyafinwe a little disappointed.

His smile remained yet; the emotion that had lingered in his eyes moments ago was now gone. Just like you, the name he had heard.

Hidden in a tucked-away tree in the royal garden, a nightingale sang a song. A song that had started to weave itself with a momentary glance.

And so, it came to pass.

Love came to your doorstep and barged in without so much as a knock. Like an uninvited guest, it made itself comfortable. With every passing moment, it blended itself into you. Becoming a part of you. Taking over your life, your senses, and your entire being. It took everything until all that was left was a wandering wraith.

Ages had passed. Sins had been repaid. But one still burned in penance. One ellon who after eons repenting in the hall of Mandos, now knelt in front of the dark woods. With every rise of the Sun, he made his way to the same forest and waited. He waited yet; nothing came. None answered his calls. Engulfing darkness remained, unwashed by tears shed.

“Y/n,” he called out.

“Y/n…”

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Imagine Maedhros comforting you from a nightmare

Requested by anon

Maedhros x female elf reader, where Maedhros comforts her after she has a nightmare. Thank you 💛

Warnings: Mentions of torture, past imprisonment, death. Nightmares. Comfort. Angst. Maedhros being supportive.

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- Unfortunately for you, nightmares were a common thing. 

- They have tormented you ever since you escaped the hellish caves of Angband.  It was like your torture still continued even if you had long escaped the place. They weren’t bad when they first started. It was likely just your mind adjusting to the freedom, but they didn't leave after a month — they only got worse. 

- Maedhros had been a dear and tried to help you. Having been a thrall himself, he understood you better than anyone. He comforted you, kept you company, and even tried ways that helped him deal with his nightmares. 

- However, despite your efforts to use calming teas, scented candles, medicine to prevent you from dreaming, and even trying to open up about your experiences in Angband. The nightmares only kept coming. 

- They would switch between your memories to the horrible visions of torture and the fate of those who were not as lucky as you. Sometimes – they even woke you up and made you question reality – If you had truly escaped Angband. 

- You didn’t want to bother Maedhros as he already had a lot on his mind, running his fortress, dealing with affairs, and even with his own nightmares.  You desired his presence and comfort but couldn't bring yourself to add your troubles to his list, so you kept quiet. 

- You managed to keep it to yourself for some time, but apparently, you looked more tired each day, so Maedhros began to suspect. 

- He started visiting you many times to check on your wellbeing. You always told him you simply didn't sleep well and claimed you would start taking naps to get enough rest for the day. It was a lie. You were afraid to see another nightmare, so you didn't even dare to take naps. 

- Maedhros seemed to see through your lie and told you to come to him if the nightmares began to be too much for you. 

- You appreciated his thoughtfulness, but you continued keeping to yourself. You didn't want to appear weak to him till one night -- you saw the worst possible nightmare of your life. 

- It woke you shaking, crying, and nearly unable to breathe. You needed several minutes to calm down, but the nightmare had left you paranoid about the dark. 

- Giving up, you decided to go to Maedhros, unable to handle the emotions that flowed out of you like a wild river. 

- Maedhros often worked through the nights, so he was there to receive you when you knocked on his door. 

- He let you in and made you sit on the chair. You told him what you had seen, and he looked at you with sympathy when you shared what had happened during your time in Angband. 

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Maedhros gently wrapped his arms around you and then pulled you into his embrace. You rest your head against his chest, taking in the scent of his shirt. He strokes your hair in comfort. 

"It's okay. You're safe here," Maedhros said as tears began to fall from your eyes like a waterfall. You wrapped your arms around him and began to cry, clinging onto him like you would fall if you didn't. Maedhros allowed you to weep and sob in his arms. 

"(Name)..." he said after your weeping began to calm down. "It's only been a couple of months since your escape. It will take more than that to heal from what you have suffered. You do not need to act strong. Take all the time you need." he softly explained. "You may rest here if you like... if it makes you feel safe," he said. 

"I'm sorry..." you uttered against him. "Don't be," he hushed. "There's nothing you need to apologize for... you didn't do anything wrong. Just tell me from now on whenever you need me the most," he said as you two spent the night together in each other's comforting arms.

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