#maitimo x reader

[witchofhimring]

To you who is lost

Chapter 1: Duty is the death of love

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

Warnings: Angst, abandonment, crying, pregnancy

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

Emmeril, Airin and llë are my OC's

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ithildin15]

Y/n : Maedhros?

Maedhros: * mumbling in his sleep *

Y/n: * thinking to herself * Is he in pain?

Shakes him.

Maedhros: Stop tickling me y/n, i love you. * smiles *

Y/n: * smiles ; places a kiss on his forehead * Good night love.

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[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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OMG;;;!!! your requests' being open could be the thing to happen this week 🥴 After I read the kinktober thing with Thranduil.. ahem-

Could I please request a Maedhros x Human!Reader...and with size kink and age gap🥴 I'm gettin all red in the face but I MUST ask🥺🤲!!!(#($($($ Thank you for your work I read and reread your stuff 🥴❤️

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: akshgfaksj sorry that this has taken so long but it was the sort of smut that I just couldn't keep short, the word count demon got me. For one of my favvvv followers, I've included lots of things from fics you've really liked in the past too hehe bon apetit xx

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Maedhros x human! Reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.1k

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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[aeonianarchives]

Maitimo x Short Reader

You know how Maitimo is really tall what would it be like if he had a short s/o

I am going to do this as HC's if thats alright with you Anon

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Maitimo with a Short S/O

Pre Angband:

-Maedhros would love to Hug you just to wrap himself around you in a hug, have you in his lap and hug you

-Maedhros would definitely Help you reach high places

-he would put you up on his shoulders

-he loves the height difference and he can pick you up easily

-size kink

-He would love whenever you jump into him to hug him

-piggy backs yes, carrying you yes, this man would love to carry you

-he would be the big spoon

-lying with you on his chest

Post Angband:

-He would be so worried for you thinking something so small would be so fragile if someone like him could be hurt like this what would happen to you

-comfort hugs he would love to comfort hug himself with you

-he would be a little spoon he would feel safe in your arms

-if you don't mind it he would set himself on your chest he would love if you played with his hair as well

-he wouldn't carry you so if you are strong you would carry him and he would get so frightened but you would assure him you can carry him after all elves are light enough to walk on snow

-he would still help you if things where to high for you to reach.

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi! May I please request the Sunrises / sunsets prompt for Maedhros x reader? Thank you <3

Hello! So for your request, I have decided to go with Sunrises.

"The new light"

Pairing: Maedhros x reader (Elf/second person POV) | Location: A campsite somewhere in Middle-Earth. 

Themes: SFW 

Warnings: Nothing

Word count: 600 words

Summary: The first sunrise is witnessed by the Ñoldorin exiles.

The new light was a revelation, and a welcomed one at that. The Ñoldor had not yet thought of what to call the orb that rose into the realm of stars and scattered the gloom with its pale, silver light. 

Seven times it traversed the heavens, and through those times you sat beside Maedhros, your eyes filled with wonder and awe. 

"What do you think it means, Maitimo?" You ponder aloud and draw your pelt even closer. The Helcaraxë was many and more leagues to the north, yet its deathly cold found its way as far south as it could go. Even now, vast mists encircled the camp with icy fingers. You shivered and grew mournful. Never in your wildest imaginings had you seen yourself drinking from the bitter cup of privation. 

Maedhros fed more wood to the fire and draped another pelt over your shoulders before moving himself to shield you with his own body. 

"I do not know," he admitted, even as he tucked stray locks of hair behind your ear. "The elders think this means hope remains and the Valar have not forsaken us completely."

His words offered little comfort. You knew Mandos' doom by heart. Everyone did. You even made peace with your inevitable fate. But perhaps the elders were right. There may be a glimmer of hope left.

"Look!" Further ahead, Caranthir cried and rose to his feet. He pointed at the sky. "Something is happening!"

Everyone rose as the heavens changed yet again, and slowly. A great lamentation arose and spread throughout the camp as the orb of silver left its place in the heavens and dipped and dipped until its light had disappeared beneath the horizon. All that remained was the feeble light of a few stars. 

"Maitimo?" You turned to Maedhros as fear gripped your heart. "Does this mean the Valar have had a change of heart?"

Maedhros did not know what this all meant. And he did not like seeing you fearful either. It made him feel weak.

"Do not let this trouble your heart," he replies, urging you to sit beside him again. "The Valar would not have set that orb in the heavens just to toy with us."

"Perhaps." Small comfort again, but you accepted it all the same. 

Someone made a stew. Another portioned out chunks of hard bread. Others passed out skins of water. It had rained, which in itself was a blessing, and the water was cool and fresh. Maitimo urged you to eat and drink and talk of happier times. Someone started to sing. Your eyes finally grew heavy as the need for slumber started to overtake you. 

Just as you were about to sleep, a watcher cried out, this time from the western side of the camp. "Look! Look over there!"

Everyone turned to look. The heavens had changed again, this time with a thin line of pale yellow light stretching across the horizon. That light grew brighter and stronger, and a vivid display of gold and orange and pink and buttery yellow slowly spread across the sky. The stars disappeared, one by one. The clouds looked like they had been kissed by fire. The air grew warmer, and birds began to sing softly. You turned to Maedhros again. A smile slowly worked its way across his face, lighting it up from within. That smile broadened, and you returned it with one that was part joy and part relief. Maedhros returned to his customary place by the fire, and you took yours beside him. The two of you sat together in companionable silence while a brilliant golden orb rose higher and higher and drove away the darkness. 

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[lovefairymina]

Maitimo! I can't believe you broke the bed last night while we were having sex! *groans* Now all of Tirion will will know what we've been up to!

Aggressively blushing, he scratched the back of his head and stared at you confounded. “Just how will all of Tirion learn of this?” He laughed.

“Only a carpenter is required to refurbish our bed, it would be unwise of them of then to spread word of one's business.” His cheeks were flushed and ready to pop at your assumption of the world learn of his abilities.

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[doodle-pops]

Dating Reborn! Maedhros Would Include...

𑁍 Dating Maedhros during a period like this would be a mixture of him during his time in Beleriand and Valinor. The good thing is that you no longer have to deal with the emotionally detached and hot-tempered Maedhros.

𑁍 No longer does he have to manage the pressure of carrying the entire Noldor on his shoulders or dealing with the silly oath. Now, he has all the time in the world to relax and enjoy the paradise his forgot about and yearned for years.

𑁍 He isn’t going to be open with his life since everything was laid bare before the rest of the world and everyone knew parts of their private life, so he’s going to be a lot more reserved.

𑁍 Private dates, private conversations, private meetings, private everything. He would even go as far as to keep things private from his brothers. The only brother he would be open to revealing minor details about would be Maglor.

𑁍 Maedhros becomes extremely physically affectionate with you – he has more time to kiss, cuddle, hug, and shower you in all the love he has. Kisses are gentler, hugs are softer, cuddles are longer.

𑁍 He does keep you away from the rest of his younger brothers, knowing that their behaviour isn’t the best and could/would scare you. He doesn’t want an argument to break out between them – they tend to get nasty.

𑁍 During his years in Beleriand, he wasn’t able to enjoy life to the fullest like his youthful years, thus he attempts to let loose a bit and have fun with you to create great memories.

𑁍 He isn’t going to be the embarrassing type of fun person. He’ll be more open to jokes and leisurely activities – the ones he refrained from enjoying during the war.

𑁍 He is aware of the stigma that surrounds his family after all the heinous crimes they’ve committed, so at first, he does try to persuade you to choose someone else even though he loves you.

𑁍 Maedhros detest the idea of bringing you into the hate that he and his family are still receiving because you don’t deserve it. Which is why everything is done privately.

𑁍 Similar to how he was in Beleriand, he remains the same when it comes to your protection. Quick to stand up and defend you should anyone outrightly insult you for courting him.

𑁍 As the eldest of his brothers, that would make him the head of his household, which means he isn’t getting away from paperwork. However, being in Valinor means less chaotic paperwork so he’s able to spend as much time as he can with you as possible.

𑁍 He’s allowed to take his work home and multitask between showering you with kisses and writing his documents. You may have scolded him for that, only for him to kiss you with more vigour.

𑁍 Life with him would become slow-paced as there isn’t any chaos raging around, so you would help find mini-activities for the both of you to pass time wisely. Maedhros still complains a bit when you propose activities that may seem childish to him to perform, but he still partakes for the sake of good memories.

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[elficially-done-with-life]

Just a Shadow of myself

Pairing: Maedhros x reader

Summary: After Angband, Maedhros is unsure if you want to stay with him.

Warnings: mentions of Maedhros' torture

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"You should find someone that is better than me." Maedhros murmured weakly. His eyes were full of pain and sorrow as they stared up into your eyes.

He lay on your lap, for after Fingon had rescued him, he was still not strong enough to sit upright for long.

His red hair framed his face in such a way that he resembled a painting.

"What are you talking about?" you asked softly and began to stroke his hair gently. Despite everything he had been through, his hair was still soft.

Maedhro's brow furrowed in deep worry lines, causing him to grimace painfully. Apparently, even that simple little movement brought him hurt. You wished you could help him heal faster, somehow.

"You deserve better, Vanimelda. I- I am just not who I used to be. I am at best a shadow of the man you knew and loved," he said hoarsely and you could see that he was on the verge of tears. Others wouldn't have noticed that, but after everything you two had been through, you could easily tell.

You leant forward slowly and gave him a gentle yet deep kiss on his lips. "My dearest Maitimo." you whispered softly against his lips. "No matter what happens, I will always love you. And even if you are only a shadow of yourself, I prefer this shadow to all others. Because for me, there is only you. And you must not give up now. Together we can make everything better again."

Maedhros looked at you with those sad eyes. You swallowed. "Unless you do not want me anymore," you said in a trembling voice, because it would be your worst nightmare if that were the case.

Maedhros let out a soft whimper. "I love you so much." he whispered, "More than anything in this world."

It took him a lot of strength, but he lifted his hand and gently stroked your hair. "Just thinking about you gave me the strength to get through all the pain. It meant a lot to me if you would continue to stand by my side."

"Then that's exactly what I will do," you whispered softly and gently stroked his now scarred cheek with your knuckles.

It would be a long road, but as long as you were together, you would manage everything.

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[witchofhimring]

To you who is lost (Masterlist) Coming soon!

Synopsis:

They tell the story of the men and handful of women who left Valinor, out of bliss and into woe. But this is the tale of those they left behind. Their wives and daughters lament alongside the Valar in their grief. They may fight no battles, but their trials are just as heartbreaking.

One of these women is Y/n. Already an outsider in this family Y/n finds herself an outsider in the court of Finarifin. Her husband and father-in-laws actions are condemned her. Although Prince Finarfin supports her Y/n must find a way to stand on her own accord.

Pairings: Maedhros x Reader

(Minor) Maglor x OC, Celegorm x Aredhel, Feanor x Nerdanel, Curufin x OC, Caranthir x OC, Fingolfin x Anaire, Finrod x Amarie, Finarfin x Earwen

Warnings: angst, abandonment, mentions of divorce, pregnancy, childbirth

Chapters:

Duty is the death of love

The girl with daisies

Throw up those stone walls

More to come!

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[maedhrosiseverything2me]

Me:*staring at them*.

Me: I didn't know I had a very specific type...

Bestie: what type?.

Me: red hair with missing arm/hand.

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[eunoiaastralwings]

Oath Over Vows !

featuring maedhros x reader

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n from the imagine here I sent into @imagine-all-the-elves but unfortunely went in as anon for some reason - dealing with a lot angst lately I thought to put into words XD. thank you @theladyvanya for your feedback on this one as well as the amazing title ;)

warnings angst, no comfort

With the pristine white veil now over your face, you awaited your call. Your dress carefully chosen and handcrafted by the finest craftsmanship of the Teleri, decorated in silver and complimented your figure. 

Your eyes twinkled and your lips stretched into a smile. The day when you would finally wed your beloved Maitimo was here, with nothing to stop you. From the early dawn you prepared yourself, wanting to look no less than perfect to your beloved Maitimo.

With your hair braided into intricate and exquisite patterns, you awaited sitting in front of the mirror, holding the bouquet of Teleri flowers in your hands. 

But that was this morning - before the news of all that of the Nolder was delivered to you by your maia friend that rushed through into your chambers with teary eyes. Then slowly, with every word delivered to you, the twinkle of your eyes dulled and disappeared, replacing itself with tears and the smile that your wore crumbled away and sobs now escaped your lips.

You had run out, not caring to even adorn your feet with slippers or boots as you ran to your beloved Nolder prince - ignoring every pain that infested your body, as your bare feet suffered sharp edges of the rocks and rubble it had to endure because of your running. Your body shaking with every cry of heartache.

Your heart was beating erratically - it was drowning out every other voice that desperately called after you as you ran. It was only the words screaming your head and your painfully beating heart that you could hear.

Meldanya. . .

Please, no - let it be not true.

It cannot be true !

No please, it cannot be true.

Please, please !

Maitimo

Your feet lazily and hastily climbed the steps, not caring for the amount of eyes casted on you as you watched upon the ner who was supposed to be your beloved stand in front of his respected father - with his head bowed in submission. 

Maitimo. . . 

You wanted to call out. . . but your voice died in your throat when the crown prince, now King of the Nolder spoke of his oath, in order to reclaim what was once his in front of the Valar without fear and utter dedication, holding no hesitance that made you shiver.

The very rocks Maitimo had worriedly talked to you about many nights ago as he lay on your lap and welcomed your fingers into his hair as you gently brushed it.

Your whole body froze - unbreathing for a second as the ner you were supposed to marry suddenly raised his silver blade in submission to the oath. Your hands that were still holding onto the bouquet of white and blue orchids suddenly heavy and slipped through your fingers, landing on the ground near your feet.

It seemed the voices and yells that disappeared as Maitimo - No ! Nelyafinwë - turned to see you. Your eyes met and the sapphire color of your supposed groom blinked in horror and disbelief as he saw you. 

You could only imagine what you looked like; tear dried face and unblinking wide eyes. . .unbreathing as you looked at him in utter betrayal with the ends of your pristine white wedding dress ripped and dirted.

Your eyes were unblinking as a stray tear caressed down your cheek and he gulped at the sight.

Your body begged to release the sobs you were holding in - the unshed tears that gathered in your eyes weighing as if it was a tidal wave.

Nelyafinwë stepped towards you for a moment, but as soon as he did his name was called over his shoulder - his father’s voice loud and stern.

Slowly you shook your head - almost silently begging him not to leave you. But he did not. . .-he could not pay heed to your words and turned away from you, wincing at the startled and unbelieving gasp that left your trembling lips.

The same lips he had kissed yesterday speaking of all and more, promising you nothing but your happiness and health as he held tenderly close - but now he turned away throwing you into icy depths, where the once warmth you felt faded away into nothingness.

Especially when you had heard of how himself, along with his brothers and father had brutally murdered those of yours, leaving you bloodied and bruised.

Your white dress covered in the red blood of those your considered your kin and friends and your heart endlessly cried.

The Maitimo you loved was no more. . .

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[kiatheinsomniac]

Ok, I love Maedhros very much, so much that my keyboard memorized his name, so I would like to request a fluff with him. Idk if you write for POC, but something where they've helped each other with their own insecurities. Maybe, reader has helped Mae with his physical and mental wounds and he has helped her with her skincolor or hair texture insecurity. Something, where they have gone from friends to lovers. I dont know if that would be reasonable. The final decision I leave in your hands and just wanted to let you know that I love your writing. 😍😍 Thank you for writing and sharing your talent with the world.

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I do write for poc! I like to make my readers feel included and represented. You deserve good rep with your favs in fanfiction!! Also sorry not sorry I threw in my 'Mae lost an eye in Thangorodrim' headcanon into this bc I like to make him suffer. Constructive criticism on writing poc readers always welcomed! Was def feeling the whole nature-based romanticism here oops. And thank you for the compliment!!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Maedhros

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: hurt/comfort, injury detail

｡･:*˚:✧｡maedhros

♡ in Valinor, Maedhros had quickly become smitten with you upon meeting. You were the most beautiful elleth he had ever laid eyes on and perhaps that intimidated him because he never asked to be more than friends. He yearned for more, yes, but he simply couldn't bear the thought of your rejection and so he remained content enough to have you as his dearest friend and nothing more. The two of you spent decades together in such dear friendship, listening to each other's learnings, musings, insecurities. Maedhros feared he would never amount to what his father had while you felt overly self-conscious of how you looked. Oh, how he had wished to apply kisses alongside his soothing words. You were the fairest of all Eru's creations in his eyes - even beneath the light of the two trees, Yavanna's creations held not a flame to the radiance of your beauty.

♡ during his imprisonment in Thangorodrim, he couldn't have regretted this decision more as he spent those long years sure that he would never set his eyes upon your beauty again. If only he had known you felt exactly as he did, perhaps you would have even been enough to keep him in the West? Would he have taken the oath if he had already been content with you as his wife to be by his side always? Such thoughts plagued him for decades as he remained chained.

♡ eventually, he was freed by his cousin and brought back amongst his kin where he was shocked to discover that you had come to the East and you wished to see him. He had wept upon his cousin's shoulder at the thought of you seeing him like this: covered in scars, frail, missing a hand, bearing an irreparable eye. He felt hideous, unsightly, a creature never to be seen by the ethereal likes of yourself. But you had joined the last of the groups to cross the Helcaraxë when you heard of the fëanorians' oath and the kinslayings. You had wanted to bring him home and you had remained in Middle Earth, assisting Fingon in his quest to free Maedhros from the Dark Lord's tormenting prison. How could you ever love him as he was now? Broken, hideous, blood upon his hands.

♡ it had hurt to have Fingon relay to you that your friend did not wish to see you but the dark-haired ellon had implored you to stay, to not give up and simply give Maedhros some time to recover before he would be ready to see you. And wait you did.

♡ when Maedhros finally permitted you to see him, all his injuries had healed and scars reflected the memory of where they had once been. He had an eye patch across his left eye, scars covered his body like rivers covered the land and he was much thinner and paler than when you had last seen him. He no longer shone with health and happiness as he once had when you last knew him.

♡ he found it near impossible to meet your eyes as you sat down on the other chair at the little table where he had set out some tea for the both of you in an act of hospitality, knowing it can't have been easy to know he had refused your company for so many months. He was just relieved that you hadn't seen him as skin stretched over malnourished bones, as the bruised and mangled mess he had been when Fingon carried him back here.

"I'm sorry I... I thought I could do this but I can't..." His voice was shaky, scratchy, as though he were afraid it would waver or break should he speak any louder. He wanted you to leave.

"Maitimo..." You reached out to him and placed your hand upon his wrist as there was no longer a hand there for you to hold, "I just want to be here for you... I'm here to listen to whatever you have to say, just like we used to, hm?" He swallowed hard and wished to look into your dark and beautiful eyes that reflected light like stars against the night sky. He didn't have the courage nor the self-esteem to do so, finding it much easier to share his troubles with you if he looked away.

"How can you still want to be around me? How could you leave your home to chase after me, knowing what I had already done by then?"

"Because you mean the world to me." You had replied so quickly he knew it had to be an untainted truth, "Because I wanted to know what had happened and when I arrived here and heard what had become of you I..." He listened as you sniffled slightly, the memory of being told what had happened to your dearest friend still feeling so raw and fresh, "I cannot say I support everything you have done since leaving the West, Maitimo-" You always used his mother-name and it brought tears to his eye to recall how well you got on with his mother, how she adored you. You would have been perfect together, surely? How did he let his life take this turn? "-but you don't deserve to be alone."

"How can you bear to be in my company when I look as I do?" He swallowed down the growing burn at the back of his throat at laying his insecurity so bare to you. But he had always done so with you anyway. Perhaps you and Fingon, maybe Maglor, would be the only ones to ever hear such vulnerabilities fall from his scar-dissected lips.

"Don't you dare talk about yourself like that. Don't you dare." Your voice had dropped to an urgent whisper and it was enough to make him finally meet your gaze. It was enough to make those tears run down from his eye and across his cheek. "You're beautiful Maitimo-"

"Don't lie to me to make me feel better." He cut you off but you persisted.

"If you think that the way you look now could ever change how much I love you, you're sorely mistaken. I, who often stayed awake wondering how someone so beautiful could possibly compare me to the two trees, to put me above them? I don't think you understand how much of my insecurity you healed and I'll be damned before I let you wallow in self-hatred like this." You took out a little battered notebook from your pocket and pushed it towards him. He reached forwards to thumb the pages open and found the pages covered in ink recounting compliments he had given you, words designed to combat your insecurity that he could never comprehend as you were so fair in his eyes.

You had worried that your hair did not flow like sheets of silk as other elleths' did, feeling singled out by your hair's volume and texture. He had likened you to the blossoming bows of trees in spring, so much lovelier, fuller in his eyes. There was even a pressed flower, one of many he had slotted into your hair to prove his point as blossoms and petals had fallen around you.

Your skin didn't resemble the porcelain or ivory of the other elleths around you. Once, by the coast, he had pointed out the similarity between your own skin and the rocks beneath the glittering light of the trees; dark and shimmering and seemingly transformed to the most precious jewels beneath the golden light.

Your eyes weren't the bright blues or pale greys of other elleths. He had likened them to the night sky and Varda's stars or Telperion's light dancing upon Ulmo's waters in the night, to jewels unknown to the eldar.

"And I'll return the favour." You spoke with conviction, moving your chair close to his once you observed that he had finished reading. "Your hair shines like copper in firelight." He tried to shy away from your touch when you brushed a stray lock behind his ear, cupping his scarred cheek and yet his resistance melted in your presence and instead he melted into your touch, leaning into the warmth of your palm. "So coveted and rare back home... a bit like mine in that sense." You offered him a sweet smile.

"Your scars tell your story. You were strong, stronger than even the Dark Lord and his servants who would have seen you broken. You survived, you escaped and you're here with us now. I had never seen such scars upon bodies until I arrived here but... dare I say there's a rugged attractiveness to them? And that they look especially good on you compared to any other I've seen?"

"You can't mean that..." He turned his face towards your palm, lips brushing against his skin and he yearned to be worthy enough to kiss your fingers.

"I would never lie to you, Maitimo." You spoke to erase his doubt and put forward your genuineness, "Likewise for your hand and eye... They hurt you so terribly and yet you survived. Your hand... It's not my place to tell you what you have or haven't lost, I know, but in my want to show you my optimism, might I suggest that this scar right here-" Your other hand brushed against the nub that ended at his wrist, "-was one given to you out of love? Not out of malice like all the others. This one was not to torment you but to free you. It was a sacrifice, yes, but it is a scar given to you out of love, no?" You weren't entirely wrong about that. To begin with, Maitimo wondered if it would have been better or worse to remain a prisoner or to have lost his hand but Fingon had been ever-present through his recovery and he couldn't hold it against his dear cousin now that he was free and learning how to use a sword with his other hand. He was quickly growing used to this new reality. "Can I... can I see your eye?" You asked carefully, earning a sharp shake of his head.

"No..." The word barely a whisper, "Not you... anyone but you..." The words stung slightly as you immediately took them the wrong way before reminding yourself that this was his insecurity speaking. You had once understood that well enough.

"Please?" Your fingers brushed over the eye patch and he met your dark eyes for a brief moment before nodding his head minutely. You carefully removed it to find that a great scar ran over it and the pale grey of his iris had turned milky white, his pupil completely sliced through. He could no longer see with it and yet tears could well in it all the same. Carefully, as though approaching a deer you could so easily spook, you leaned up out of your seat and let him feel your breath fan softly against his face before you pressed your lips to his scarred eyelid, cupping his face tenderly in his hands as you did so. "I love you, Maitimo, and nothing will ever change that. I love you as you are now, despite what you've done and even with the way you look, not despite it because you will always be beautiful in my eyes."

"I just don't understand how you can..." He gritted his teeth to hold back a sob as he looked down at his hand and wrist in his lap, a reminder of how beaten his body was and always would be now.

"Then let me show you, let me tell you every day because I don't just love you, I'm in love with you. I have been for decades." That was enough to finally catch his attention and you never imagined that Maedhros the tall could ever look so vulnerable as he looked up at you with misty eyes and a quivering bottom lip.

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked aloud, whether to you or himself, you didn't know but he soon wrapped his arms around you and buried his face against the softness of your chest, finding an unspeakable comfort in your embrace as you wrapped an arm around him in turn and caressed his hair with your other hand. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I've loved you too." He whispered urgently and you could feel the dampness of his tears as you hushed him until they dried and the two of you were sitting closely to each other on the window seat, catching up and gossiping idly about his brothers like you had done all the time back home.

He closed his eyes and imagined that nothing had changed except for the fact that you were his and he was yours.

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[koyunsoncizeri]

A lil maedhros animation.

I...am also finally sharing a lil fic? Ficlet with Mae x Oc - angst and fluff. Under the cut!

I would be SO grateful if y'all would tell me what ya think :') !!! Especially my writing mutuals!! ♥️

Dove彡

"Don't go…" he softly whispered to the small figure lying next to him. "You don't have to go, little dove…"

She opened her eyes slowly. She'd been awake for sometime, she'd feigned sleep to feel his hand smooth over her hair, and caress her cheek, just to savor the warm feeling he radiated.

"I can't stay, elf lord." she said slowly. He glanced away when their eyes met. She smiled. There was something so innocent and childlike about this otherwise intimidating elf.

"Don't call me that…"he sighed, and turned to lie on his back. 

"I'm sorry…my lord." she grinned. He rolled his eyes but pulled her to his side. She pressed her body against his and rested her hand on his chest. 

"Why?" he asked after some time, but there was a defiance in his voice. He still saw this as an argument he could win…and convince her to stay. 

They'd met a week ago, when she asked for a sanctuary at their gates. It was apparent she was on the run for some time. He ordered them to open the gates and assist the human, which he later realized because she was tiny. The memory brought a smile to his lips and he turned his head to press a small kiss to her forehead. She opened her eyes, she was about to fall asleep in this elf's arms. She returned the loving gesture by kissing his neck, but a surprised gasp from him stopped her. Instead, she smiled gently at him, and assumed her former position.

"There is no life for me here,"she said. 

He fell silent.

He knew she was right, she would be better off living as far from him, and here as possible, and yet… he wanted her, selfishly, irresponsibly. He frowned, he felt bad to even entertain the idea; this was not like him at all.

"There can be," He chastised himself as soon as the words left his lips, what was he saying? How could he promise something like that, when he had naught to offer, not his affections, nor security.

"I'm sorry my lord…" She leaned to him on her elbows, his eyelids fluttered at the sudden proximity. He held his breath when she reached for him, placing her hand gently on his cheek. His lip was caught between his teeth and he fought so hard not to turn his eyes away from hers. She caressed his cheek, then her hand combed lightly through soft locks of his russet hair. He sighed softly, and closed his eyes. 

"I shall remember all that you have said, all that you have made me feel," she whispered, and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, and he quickly opened his eyes. "I shall remember the quiet and kind laughter of yours and the soft touch of your hand."she kissed his cheek. "I shall cherish every moment you have kindly graced me with your presence, every glance you bestowed upon me." She cupped his face. "You shall forever remain in my heart, and I hope to be in yours at least for a while," she gently smiled, and wiped the tear that rolled down from his cheek when he tried to blink it away. She pressed her lips softly on his, and he welcomed her. He deepened the kiss as she let herself fall on her back and he followed her; covered her much smaller frame with his large one, trying to burn how good she felt under him into his memory. 

Next day came too soon, and with that last goodbye.

"Farewell, my little Dove. May winds always favor you."

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[theelvenhaven]

Dating Maedhros as a Human

Request: could you do headcanons with maedhros and human!reader </33 - @noldorinpainter​

A/N: Of course I can! <3 I am so happy to do this for you!

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- To be perfectly honest, Maedhros was apprehensive first about courting a human, considering your short lifespans compared to his immortality. 

- Nonetheless when you told him how you felt, and how you’d rather spend your life with him, happy and loved. Maedhros surprisingly agreed to a courtship despite his usual defensiveness and distance.

- You bring Maedhros a bit out of that self-protective shell of his, as he realizes he doesn’t have all these years to dote or learn to be affectionate with you and take his time. 

- That doesn’t mean everything is super quick going, but it just means that Maedhros learns sooner how to be more open with you about himself rather than holing it up all the time.

- Still though there are boundaries that are naturally set in place, that don’t change regardless of whether or not your mortal or not.

- Displays of affection are still going to be an extremely private thing for him, he doesn’t want anyone to see him as vulnerable and weak. 

- In public he doesn’t mind the occasional handholding, or you coming to lean against him, and sometimes he’ll let you get away with a kiss to his cheek. 

- But other than that kisses and long embraces and cuddling are purely for private times only- chambers, empty studies and sitting rooms.

- The doors will always be locked, that way the two of you can’t be interrupted when he is wanting to dote on you affectionately and in private. 

- Because you are human, Maedhros looks at you to be extra fragile knowing healing and your life works so much differently than his own. 

- As a result it makes him really protective over you and your care, though he is very subtle in how he expresses his overprotectiveness as he doesn’t want to make you feel as though he is suffocating you.

-Every time you get sick, you can absolutely expect that Maedhros is on top of making sure that you get the care that you need to make you feel better.

- With him hovering over the Healers as well to make sure that they are diligent in taking care of you and he doesn’t really care if it seems like it’s too much.

- Maedhros wants to make sure that you recover fully and without any difficulties at that.

- Because he is so protective over you, you can absolutely expect that your safety is his top priority and he is constantly making sure that you either know how to defend yourself or have someone who can help protect you.

- Regardless of your thoughts on it, Maedhros teaches you how to wield a dagger at the very least, so you if you find yourself in a compromising position, you can fend off your attackers. 

- He won’t really accept any arguments on why you don’t want to do it, it is a requirement, and helps put his mind at ease when you agree to it. 

- If you are willing and ask, he will also teach you how to wield a sword.

- Any travels that you might have to make on your own that he cannot attend, expect that you will have a small guard with you to help keep you safe.

- It is non-negotiable, Maedhros would rather be safe than sorry, losing you any sooner than he has to worry about would be unbearable. 

- Though at home Maedhros will seem really relaxed with you around in Himring, but he’s intermittently checking on you somehow or another, though it is very discreet.

- Should anyone try and bully you- spread rumors, sully your reputation, speak ill towards you, they will indeed be met with Maedhros’ wrath. 

- He will make sure to make them regret for every trying to do you harm in such a manner.

- Eru forbid if they try to lay hands on you, it’s not often he likes to get physical but he absolutely will subdue someone who tries to lay their hands on you.

- Maedhros loves you, you mean everything to him and he will make sure that your life with him is well spent with him. 

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[lovefairymina]

Hello Mae, I was wondering if you had the spare time to teach me how to play chess? I never really got the hang of it and you're one of the best strategists we have! I'll give you a kiss if you let me win *winks*

“Hmm, I don't know how to feel about letting you win, it would wound my pride as a great chess master,” he boasted and held his head high to prove his point of being a great chess master. “If anything, I say you should give me those kisses if I win. I'm in need of them.”

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