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doodle-pops · 1 month

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Dandelions

Amras x reader

Request: Right, so first is with Amras, can I get a fluff fic with him, like the one you posted a few weeks ago, the "puppy love" one, it was so cute and id love to read something similar with amras! - anon

Warnings: none, all fluff

Words: 1.4k

Synopsis: A soft moment shared between you and Amras amidst the hectic life.

Prompt: “Dandelions? I thought they were a weed?”

The gentle winds were blowing through the room, ruffling the curtains, and sending pieces of your loose hair strands flying across your face. With your mouth wide open, lightly snoring and your hair covering your face, your husband who was up at the time, was admiring your sleeping form and thought you to be the most beautiful person in the world. Leaning in closer, doing his best not to wake you, he moved a few hair strands so he could kiss your forehead.

As his lips came in contact with your forehead, you grumbled slightly and shifted to roll over onto the next side, now facing away from him. Smiling to himself, he shook his head while rolling on the bed and made his way over to the door to go to the kitchen. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before he entered the kitchen, Amras yawned before he turned to the cabinet to gather the necessary ingredients to make you both breakfast.

Standing bareback in the kitchen, whisking away at the batter for the pancakes, he placed the bowl down to remove the eggs and sausages from the pan, he removed the pan to clean before using it for the pancakes. It didn’t take him long before the pancakes were finished, all he needed to do was wait for the muffins to leave the oven and breakfast was ready to be served. In the meantime, a smile graced his face as he remembered something to help brighten your day.

It wasn’t long before he finished his assignment and returned to the kitchen, holding a bouquet of flowers. Walking to the wares stand he picked two plates to place your food in while grabbing the jug filled with apple juice, to rest on the tray. After he had set the dishes on the tray, the muffins were ready to be removed from the oven.

Taking the tray and making his way back to your shared room, he noticed that your position changed, and you were now sprawled out in the middle of the bed, facing down. Placing the tray on the nightstand, he gauged your state before walking over to the windows and pulling the curtains apart, allowing for more light to evade the room. A loud groan was heard as the curtains parted, and turning his head to follow the sound, he saw you wriggling your body under the sheets and sticking your head under the pillow.

You weren’t much of a morning person. He knew this and still to your displeasure, he took the greatest pleasure in all the different ways he could wake you up, most of the time light was involved. If he wasn’t your husband, you would have taken him down for disrupting your sleep. Your sleep was important to you and you treasured it with all your heart, so currently you felt as though you were going to combust at the fact that it was interrupted.

During your grumbling and fussing, Amras stood there with his hands clutching his stomach doubling over while the other was covering his mouth stifling his laughter. Your reaction was golden. No matter how early or how late you went to sleep, no amount of sleep was enough. However, it was already one in the afternoon, and the morning was already over. It was way past time to eat, so you needed to get up.

Still laughing at your sleeping state, this time out loud, he climbed into the bed next to you and peeled back the sheets to reveal your head, “Love, it’s time to wake up. I made breakfast, well, lunch?”

Your hand shot out from under the sheets to cover his mouth, Unsuccessfully, you took a while before approaching his mouth, instead, his body received multiple slaps in the process as your hand travelled up to meet his mouth. He sat there taking in all the hits until your hand finally reached his mouth. He realized that talking wasn’t doing anything, so he moved his hands to travel under the sheets to tickle at your sides. You retaliated by hitting him some more while inching away from his fingers. His tickling was relentless, and he refused to let you return to sleep.

Determined to wake you out of your slumber, he crawled off the bed, moving over to the foot of the bed making you feel as though he had given up and decided to leave you alone. In reality, he was holding the sheets, ready to rip them off your body to get you up. Doing a countdown before taking it off, he laughed as he reached one and ripped the coverings off you, forcing you to shoot out of bed, fists balled up and ready to fight.

“Finally, sleeping beauty has arisen from slumber,” he spoke with a bright smile appearing on his face, happy with the outcome of his actions.

“Amras, come on,” you were kicking your feet, throwing a tantrum.

“I made breakfast, lunch, whatever you want to call it. Come on, you can’t let it get cold, plus I got you flowers,” he urged you to sit up properly so you two could eat.

“I want to sleep,” you were whining at him, still kicking your feet about the bed.

Sighing at your little tantrum, he quickly came up with a deal, “How about this,” he climbed on the bed to sit next to you, “we eat the food I made and then we, I mean you go back to sleep, though it’s already afternoon and I don’t understand why you still need sleep.”

Eyeing him suspiciously, you frowned. “You promise?”

“Promise.” He flashed a smile. “Now come, let us eat!”

“What did you make for us to eat?” you yawned as you forced your body to roll to the cool side of the bed.

“Pancakes, eggs, sausages, muffins, the usual, and I got you some flowers. Dandelions, because they remind me of you.” Getting up to retrieve the tray, he came back to sit at the head of the bed where you moved to lay next to him, snuggling him in the process. “Hey, you have to sit up, you can’t eat like that.”

“Dandelions? Aren’t those weeds? I remind you weeds?” you teased as you pressed your body deeper into his sides, ignoring his protests. “Oh Pityo, how romantic. At least you picked me first, get it?”

Torn between wanting to laugh and being exasperated by your antics, he shook his head with a playful roll of his eyes as he reached for the glass of apple juice and brought it to your lips. He fed you while you cuddled him and made small talk as the meal depleted. From conversing about what activities to partake in during your time off, to how much sleep was enough for you, you two spoke about everything before sleepiness returned to you.

“You should feed me like this more often,” you mumbled sleepily after he finished feeding you. “Make sure your little weed grows to be the toughest one of them all.”

“You aren’t planning on letting that go, are you?” he replied as he slid the tray onto the table before adjusting his body comfortably beside yours. His fingers grazed your back, dancing along the curve and tracing random patterns that lulled you to sleep faster.

“How,” –you yawned– “could I? I’m your favourite little flower you would always pick first.”

Feeling his heart melting as you spoke tenderly, he took in your sleepy figure; lashes fluttering as you fought against the sleep, head going slump, lips parted as soft snores escaped and body relaxed. It was a sight that could not get any better. He was indeed pleased to have picked you first since you were his first love. Nuzzling his nose against yours and following up with a kiss, he softly whispered, “You’re the only flower I’d ever pick.”

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lamemaster · 1 year

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Daughter-in-law of Feanorian Household (Maedhros x Reader)

Summary: a glimpse of how do your in-laws see your relationship with Maitimo.

genre: fluff

Some people are born to love, with the perfect recipe to find their other half. It's truly satisfying to witness their love. Even Tyelkormo, the gremlin of the Feanorian household, could see it. You and Nelyo were annoyingly good for each other. Every moment he witnessed you two together, he couldn't help but notice how beautifully the world shaped itself around you and his eldest brother.

Seated on the farthest couch, he observes as you follow Nelyo, trailing behind him with a befuddled look. Of course, his brother was late for court, again. "By Illuvatar!" Nelyo exclaims, one minute away from turning over the living room. "I swear I left my brooch here." The redhead is busy turning over the entire cabinet and you merely turn to wink at Tyelko, who remains mildly amused.

Tyelko watches as you walk to his mountain of a brother and gently turn him, whispering, "Here," as you open your fist with the brooch magically resting in it. "You forgot to take it off last night," you add as Nelyo returns to normal. Standing on your toes, you pull Nelyo closer, and for a moment, Tyelko wonders if he should leave, but he stops when you clip the brooch on Nelyo's cloak.

Tyelko can't help but witness the adoration in his brother's eyes, the soft look that melts with Laurelin's rays. For the next hour, he finds himself unable to move as he observes the subtle dance between you and Nelyo. It's as if you know his brother's needs better than Nelyo himself. His brooch, his papers, his quill, his satchel. Nelyafinwe's world revolves around you.

Nerdanel quickly figures out that her eldest is sulking, but the realization leaves her gawking at an unfinished statue. Maitimo doesn't notice the change in her expression, and thank Illuvatar for that! By some miracle, Nerdanel doesn't drop her chisel.

"I mean I've already looked over all the arrangements for the month. I've finished my court duties. Yet, I can't go," Maitimo drapes himself over the nearest chaise.

It's barely been two days since you left to visit your parents, a visit that is supposed to last a month. A month that Nerdanel suspects won't come to fruition if left to her eldest. "I barely have anything to do, amil," Maitimo whines. He's whining! Nerdanel finds herself with a 500-year-old elfling moping next to her, all because he misses you. He came to her to complain or maybe hear the words he really wanted - a suggestion to visit you.

Ai, Maitimo. Nerdanel resists the urge to coo at her son. Her son has always been the responsible one, and to watch him like this...Nerdanel can't help but find it endearing. Today, she won't give him the satisfaction of the answer he craves. For now, she wants to enjoy watching her son act petulantly.

Maybe tomorrow she would 'suggest' him to visit you.

The first time Maitimo brought Kano to meet you, he wore his best clothes. Kano, being a prince, had plenty of good tunics to choose from, so he carefully weighed the merits of each piece of clothing in his wardrobe the day before meeting you.

He had been excited to get an inside scoop on Maitimo's secret before any of his other brothers. Even his amil and atar had yet to find out.

But then, Makalaure met you in an unsuspecting garden, and a normal day turned into a life-changing event. He knew from the moment he met you that you were special to his brother and why.

You were kind and attentive, complimenting Kano on his tunic and listening intently to his compositions, praising every one of his songs. In Kano's eyes, you were the only one worthy of his brother.

Maitimo was all smiles, a contrast to his usual mid-day scowl. Kano noticed his brother's meticulously brushed and intricately braided hair, as well as the ruby hairpin holding your hair back. The lifted corners of his brother's mouth were enough indication that Maitimo was pleased. Immensely pleased must he add.

Even now, Kano can remember your shocked expression and Maitimo's flustered mumbling when he accidentally called you "nesa" at the end of your first meeting.

It didn't take long before you became Kano's nesa, his first sister-in-law, and the one he felt closest to.

#the silmarillion #tolkein #tolkien elves #noldor elves #feanorians #sons of feanor #maedhros #maedhros x reader #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion headcanons #maglor #nerdanel #tyelkormo #celegorm #makalaure #fluff

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koyunsoncizeri · 1 year

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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."

#silmarillion #the silmarillion #jrr tolkien #maedhros #maitimo #feanorians #sons of feanor #maedhros the tall #maedhros x oc #maedhros x reader

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lovefairymina · 8 months

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Celegorm: Women are easy to charm with good looks and big muscles. I even have a giant dog, so who can resist me?

Curufin: Oh yeah-- how about you try to charm that maiden over there? I heard she is the human chief's daughter, a talented painter, friends with animals but very hard-natured. I heard she even bit the next man that tried to become her suitor. *Pointing at you*

You: *Minding your own business and painting your mighty stag friend that stood before you in all his glory*

Celegorm: That's easy! Human women are especially easy to charm. They can't resist true beauty even when they might be stubborn about it. *Approaches you on his horse*

Celegorm: Greetings~ * Winks at you*

You: *Look at him with a frown*

Celegorm: Hello, what is your name?

You: Can…. I help you?

Celegorm: In fact you can -- Do you know the way?

You: To… where?

Celegorm: To your heart ~

You: *Stare at him*

Celegorm: *Grins and winks*

You: *Loudly pretentiously gag at him*

You: Okay the mood is ruined. Everyone go home! *Picking up your painting equipment*

Celegorm: Eh? *Shocked*

You: Aras, I see you later * Pointing at your stag friend*

Aras: *Nods and runs away into the forest*

You: *Staring at Celegorm* Bye! *You leave*

“You could have at least been a little more polite about your rejection,” voice dejected and body sagged as he stared at your retreating figure. Your lack of attention and care only fueled him to put on his best boots and apparel to impress you even better. “Game on princess! This hunter isn't giving up so easily.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {celegorm}#silm imagines #celegorm #celegorm imagine #celegorm x reader #celegorm x you #tyelkormo #turcafinwe #turcafinwë #feanorians #house of feanor #sons of feanor #middle earth imagine

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silmawensgarden · 10 months

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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…”.

#maedhros x reader request #maedhros x reader #maedhros #maedhros one shot #maedhros imagine #maitimo #nelyafinwe #house of feanor #feanorians #sons of feanor #silmarillion #tolkien #elves

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 8 months

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Lovely M! Your requests are open! So I was wondering if you would mind writing a lil something for my favourite wolf boi (or Celegorm!) With the prompt "jousting"

I'm feeling something comedic, but I'm ultimately leaving the vibe up to you

As always, you're welcome to make it lemon-y sour if you would like, preferably fem!reader, and maybe set in the normal time frame or thereabouts

Thanks in advance if you decide to write this! <3

Right. Since you prefer the normal time frame, how about Celegorm learning to joust somewhere in Middle-Earth?

This won’t be smut, but I’ve added some NSFW elements all the same.

“Little game”

Pairing: Celegorm x Fem. Reader (Mortal | second person POV) | Location: Middle-Earth / Himlad | Prompt: Joust

Themes : Soft | NSFW

Warnings : Kissing | Teasing | Innuendo | Use of a weapon (Lance)

Word count: 1.2k words

Summary: Celegorm is frustrated after not having mastered the lance quickly enough.

Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

"My lord! That is not how you couch a lance!"

Celegorm closed his eyes and groaned in frustration. Here he was, a son of Fëanor, a student of none other than the great hunter Oromë himself, failing to wield what was, to all intents and purposes, a heavy stick with a blunted end.

"This is cumbersome!" He complained, "and wholly unsuitable! I insist you hand me my sword immediately!"

"No." You took your time walking to the end of the sparring field, where a straw target was already mounted onto a pivot. "You wanted to learn, my lord. Now learn. Come now," you said, tugging at the straps, the shield, and the leather war-hammer stuffed with tufts of wool. "Surely you, a son of Fëanor, are not admitting defeat."

Celegorm narrowed his eyes, the tips of his ears flushing red and twitching in anger. "Hold your tongue, woman."

"Hold it?" Wicked humor fills your eyes. "What a shame, for I thought you dearly loved it when I swirled my tongue around the tip of yo…"

"Enough!" Red-cheeked, embarrassed, and more than a little inflamed, Celegorm gave you a cheeky grin. "Enough. Very well. Teach me how to couch this wretched thing."

You helped him with his grip and the angle of his aim. "Lean forward in your saddle," you counseled. "It will help with your balance. Keep your eye on the target. Extend your arm fully just before striking. The speed of your horse will do the rest."

Celegorm listened and took your advice to heart. He held the lance firmly, tucking it under his arm for support. You backed away when he dug his heels into his horse, and it broke into a gallop, racing towards the straw target with all the speed it could muster, its hooves tearing up the grassy earth beneath it. Celegorm waited until the right time, just as he was told. He extended his arm and released, just as he was told. The blunted end struck the shield square in the center. Celegorm hooted in triumph, then howled in agony when the target spun like a top and the stuffed war-hammer struck him square on the back. You ran to him as soon as it happened, alarm coursing through your body.

"My lord!" You cried. "My lord, are you hurt?"

"Just my blasted pride," Celegorm answers quickly, ridding himself of the lance. It fell to the earth with a soft thud. "Tell me. How old are mortal children when they acquire skill with this weapon?"

"Ten and six for most, my lord," you replied, pausing. "If they are strong enough to wield it."

"Ten and six." Celegorm sputtered in disbelief. "Eru save me. And how old were you?"

"The same age or thereabouts. Some are deadly with the lance by the time they reach that age."

"Deadly with it." Celegorm stammered again, ashamed that an elf should struggle to master a weapon. "If my brothers learn of this, I will not hear the end of their teasing."

"All the more reason for you to practice," you reply. You had heard of Celegorm's brothers and how they competed against each other. You felt for him. "But enough for today. We will start again tomorrow."

Celegorm dismounted and walked with you back to the tower house he had come to call home, to the chambers that gave him some peace. Once safely ensconced in his bedroom, you helped him undress.

"You said you were unhurt!" you exclaimed. An angry bruise had formed, just beneath his shoulder blades. "Pray give me a moment. I have a balm for it."

"No." Celegorm crawled onto his featherbed, biting back a helpless whimper. "Leave it be for now. Come, lay beside me a little."

The world outside changed and darkened. Golden light gave way to the dark, the animals of the night, and the full moon. Torches came to life, their light chasing away the gloom. A dog barked just beneath the open window. Someone shouted orders.

Celgorm was silent, brooding over his failure. You propped yourself on your elbow. "How are you, truly?"

He turned to face you, his rich blue eyes half-hidden in shadow.

"Ashamed," he confessed. "I am an elf, one who was born in Valinor, and a prince of the Noldor besides. And yet I struggle to master a weapon."

"This was only your third day, my lord." You reached out and brushed stray locks of golden hair out of his eyes. "There is no shame in not mastering a skill so soon."

"Yes, but mortal children do. By the time they are ten and six!"

"Because our world is more dangerous, we have no other choice. Do not fret, my lord. You will be unhorsing the best of them before long."

The games, or jousts, as the Edain called it were something they devised to train and prepare hopeful warriors. Celegorm had heard of it, after establishing a lordship for himself in Himlad. Those from amongst the Edain would ride against each other, seeking honor, gold, and glory, companions to shower them with all manner of favors. He was told the next games would be held on another turn of the moon. There was still enough time for him to learn. Celegorm grew more hopeful.

"Yes," he decided. "I will be ready then. Now, what shall we do to pass the time?"

You wrinkle your brow. "Read, perhaps? Shall I call for some candles?"

"No." Celegorm sat up, shaking his head, and said, "No. I am not in the mood to read."

"No books?" you said, tilting your head to the side and smiling slowly. "How about a game of dice, then? It is all the fashion now."

"As my brother Curufin would tell you," Celegorm said gravely, "I should be allowed nowhere near a game of dice. Or any game of chance, for that matter."

You smiled and sat up straight. This was all just part of a little game that both of you played every night without fail. Celegorm would fuss, you would offer other amusements, and Celegorm would fuss again. The game inevitably ended in fits of laughter and passionate embraces.

"Hmmm." You narrowed your eyes in mock concentration. "No books and no games of chance. How about some music, then?"

Celegorm's eyes blazed then. "Oh yes. I know just the music I want to hear now, and only you can provide it."

The true meaning of what he said was not lost on you. You made yourself look sober and grave, and replied thus: "You commanded me to hold my tongue, my lord, and I am not one to ignore such commands. Because of this, you will have no music from me."

Celegorm clapped his hand over his heart. "Oh!" He lamented. "Would you forgive me for my careless command, sweet y/n? How can I atone for it? Should I plead? Go to my knees? Abase myself like a lowly creature before my wounded love?"

It was hard to remain stern after his little display. You laughed, in small burps at first, before breaking into fits of it.

"You, my lord, are impossible." You leaned forward and kissed him. Celegorm slid his arms around you, his sweet breath leaving you dizzy and weak. "But I am glad you are mine."

"As I am glad you are mine," Celegorm laid back down, taking you with him. "Now come, loosen that beautiful tongue for me."

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venerable-sun · 1 year

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Stay (Maedhros x Reader)

Maedhros (The Silmarillion) x Reader

TW: Mentions of pregnancy, very mild spice at the end

Summary: Unexpected news results in Maedhros pleading for your forgiveness

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There are some days where you can almost pretend like everything is back to normal.

Those are the days when you can convince Maehdros to venture outside through a walk in the gardens, him walking quietly beside you while you chatter away. Anything to keep the silence that would otherwise enshroud the two of you at bay. Those are the days that you awake before Maedhros can slip out of bed, the hard planes of his face softened from their usual glower and the shadows of the young elf you married all those years ago reappearing to remind you why you have stayed with him through everything. Those are the days when you catch his eye from across the dinner table; when you smile at him, he almost smiles back.

But those days are few and far between, in the years after Maedhors’ imprisonment in Angband.

Most days, you awake in the middle of the night to screaming. Maedhros’ face twists in terror as he grasps the sheets tightly in the fist of his good hand. All you can do is sit and watch in despair as his nightmares torment him, having learned long ago its best not to wake him, lest you wish to get attacked by your husband’s fright before he realizes where he is.

Most days, you walk your gardens alone or with one of your handmaidens. Even on the days that you can convince Maedhros to accompany you, you never walk hand in hand as you had Before. In fact, it’s rare that he ever touches you anymore outside of when his anger and frustration at his affliction bubbles over, and you open your legs for him to take you as he wishes. It is not the tender lovemaking you used to share. It is rough and full of fury, and when it is over Maedhros can barely look at you. Yet, you never complain, not when it is the only solace you can now provide for your broken husband.

There are times when you feel as if you are drowning in the loneliness that comes with loving Maedhros. Before, it had been the two of you against the world. You would have followed him anywhere, done anything just to be with him. And you had. He’d pledged to lead you to a place where you could one day raise a family of your own. You remember how brightly he used to talk of the future, the home the two of you would create. ‘A big enough home to raise seven children, just like my father,’ he’d said with a wink.

Now, you walk on eggshells around him, terrified that a wrong look or word could set him off.

That was why when Maglor and the remainder of his people sought refuge in your husband's lands, you were ecstatic. You’d hoped that being so near one of his brothers would help Maedhros. Turns out, it helped you even more.

You’d always been closest with Maglor out of all of the brothers, but his extended stay brought you two even closer. You bonded over your mutual love of music, and many afternoons were spent in the gardens playing and singing together.

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You awoke one morning with a slight sickness, running quickly to the bathroom and emptying your stomach of its contents. Residual nausea made your gait slightly crooked as you crawled back into bed, electing to rest for just a little longer before you got on with your duties for the day.

Maedhros was already long-gone, his side of the bed empty and cold.

When your handmaiden came to fetch you, you were feeling much better. You chalked up your strange sickness to something you’d eaten for dinner and made a mental note to request an herbal tea later just in case. By the end of the day, it was all but forgotten, and you thought nothing of it as you laid down for bed that night.

But then the next morning, you got sick again. And the morning after that one.

On the fourth day, you finally took yourself to the healers. If you truly were falling ill, you wanted to put a stop to it as soon as possible. You’d run Maedhros’s lordship whilst he had been captured, and even upon his return kept many of the extra responsibilities so as to not burden him further. You couldn’t risk letting yourself fall even more ill.

You wished you could feel nothing but joy about the news the healers shared with you.

Of course, you were happy. You and Maedhros had always talked fondly of having your own family, filling your household with as many little ones as possible. But that was Before, and you couldn’t help the worry that twisted through your gut at what his reaction to your pregnancy would be now.

All day you agonized over how to tell him, going about your duties with half your mind wandering over the endless possibilities. Maglor noticed your distracted state instantly when you met him in the gardens that day, but gratefully never commented on it.

And so you decided to wait until Maedhros returned to your chambers for the night, pacing anxiously as you waited for him.

You turned as the door opened. Your husband looked at you with faint surprise. “Usually you are asleep at this hour.”

You fiddled with the flowy sleeves of your night-robe. “I wished to speak with you.”

“Get on with it then.”

Maedhros took a seat before the fire, leaning over to untie the laces of his boots.

You swallowed your annoyance at his flippancy, taking a deep breath as you prepared to speak. “I am with child.”

Grey eyes instantly snapped up to meet your own. “What did you just say?”

You swallowed again, hard. “I said I am with child.”

In a flash, Maedhros was towering over you, making you back away from the anger swirling in his eyes.

“I should have known that you would betray me,” he hissed. “I just never thought it would be with my own brother.”

Your mouth fell open in shock. “What!?”

Your husband scoffed at you, rolling his eyes as he leaned close to your face. “Please, don’t bother with the innocent act. I’ve seen you together, I’ve seen how much time you spend with him.”

You began to shake with fury, all the anger and hurt you had pushed down over the years in favor of not upsetting him finally bubbling to the surface.

“How dare you!” You burst out, pushing Maedhros away from you. “You barely even look at me anymore, much less treat me as your wife, and you accuse me of being unfaithful!?”

You turned away from him, angry tears spilling over your cheeks as you head towards the door. A grip around your wrist whips you back around to face the ellon, one that doesn’t falter even as you try to break free from his hold.

“Do not turn your back to me,” he growled.

Just like that, all the anger in you dissipated, leaving you deflated and hollow. “I never have, even after all this time.” You said softly. “I have done everything in my power to help you, to heal you. And it isn’t enough. What you went through was horrible-” Maedhros winced, but you paid no mind to it. The words kept tumbling out, an unstoppable gush of feeling you wouldn’t be able to stop even if you wanted to. “-but I will not allow you to treat me like this any longer. Nor will I subject our child to the same fate. Come find me when you decide you want to be a husband and father again. ”

You gently tugged your wrist away from him, and his hand fell back limply to his side as he watched you walk away. You paused at the door, waiting to see if he would stop you. Praying that he would.

Don’t let me walk away, Mae.

A handful of excruciatingly quiet seconds slipped by, and you exited, making it about halfway down the hall before the sobs you’d barely been holding back started to shake your shoulders.

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Life for you continued much in the way it had.

You went to bed and woke up alone, took your meals alone, and walked the gardens alone.

You went about your duties with the same quiet dignity as always, refusing to let any slips in your composure crack. Your entire world had shifted, even more than when Maitimo had disappeared and then returned a shell of who he once was. You had a child to think about now, and no one to share in this new world with you.

You had told no one else but your chief handmaiden of your pregnancy, unable to stomach the congratulations you would receive when all you really wanted was your husband back. You and Maedhros hadn’t spoken outside of curt words in passing in over three weeks, and soon you would inevitably start to show.

If he could barely stand the sight of you now, then how would he react when he saw the physical proof of your child? You knew he would never raise his hand against you, but you feared his wrath, and even more feared exposing your child to it.

Therefore you came to the decision that you would leave Himring and travel to Doriath to stay with your family. They would be delighted to help you care for your child, and you knew your younger sister Luthien would especially enjoy having a little one to cause trouble with.

You made arrangements for your travels quietly, not wanting to cause a fuss for your husband even after everything. You wished that you could just hate him and move on, but you knew that you would always love Maedhros. Your fea had been bound, you’d been married for centuries- left your home in Doriath for him.

And now he will never know his child, you thought to yourself. Various packed bags littered your chambers as you prepared to depart the next morning.

A soft knock came from the door. Thinking it to be your handmaiden, who would be accompanying you on the journey, you called out for them to enter.

Maehdros entered slowly, gaze flitting from the bags packed to the pile of clothes you had been in the process of folding. He stood in the center of the room, looking simultaneously too big and too small for the space.

“So it’s true then. You plan to leave for Doriath.”

You nodded hesitantly, not quite sure what emotion to read in his swirling grey eyes. “Yes, My Lord. I leave at first light. You will not be bothered by my presence anymore.”

Maedhros took a step forward, hand outstretched towards you. He winced when you took a step back from him, arm falling limply to his side.

“I have made a horrible mistake. I said things to you in anger that I should not have.”

You raised a single eyebrow, unimpressed.

Your husband looked at you with more emotion than you had seen in years. “You showed me kindness and understanding even when I did not deserve it. Even when I have not been a good husband to you.”

And then the Lord of Himring, eldest son of Feanor dropped to his knees at your feet, tears streaming from his eyes. “I know I do not deserve your forgiveness. If you still decide to leave I will not stop you. But I beg you, stay and give me the chance to be the husband that you deserve.”

He reached out a shaky hand to lightly trail over your abdomen. “Give me the chance to be the father our child deserves.”

Your composure crumbled as you embraced him, your tears mixing with his as you held each other. You pulled away after a while, eyes still moist as you stared at each other. “I am still so angry with you. It will take more than one apology to mend this.” You said, causing Maedhros to bow his head in shame. You smile softly, tilting his chin up with your fingers. “But I know how you can begin to make it right.”

His lips brushed against yours tentatively, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, before pressing firmly against your mouth in a kiss that stole your breath away. His tongue traced against your bottom lip before diving in to tangle with your own. Your hands wove through the red strands of his hair as you lost yourself in him for the first time in what felt like centuries.

When the two of you finally pulled away you were both panting, and the sight of your husband’s smile stole your breath away all over again.

He picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bed, nestling you against his chest as you laid down together. He splayed his good hand over your abdomen once more, the warmth of it seeping into your skin and lulling you to sleep. The last thing you felt before you completely succumbed to slumber was a feather-light kiss pressed to your temple.

Maedhros slowly drifted off with you in his arms, silently vowing to himself to never hurt you ever again. And that was how your handmaiden found the two of you hours later when she came to check on you. She took in the sight of her lord and lady together once more with a sigh of relief, softly closing the door behind her and leaving the two of you to your much-needed rest.

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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Why did Maglor choose the shores of Arda?

Headcanon time and it’s Maglor my loves – Maglor is said to wandering over the shores of Arda until the ends of time singing his sorrows. Why do you think he chose the shores of all places? – He could have wandered the forests or among the mountains.

Personally – I think he chose the shores because of his mother, Nerdanel and to be closer to her. Tolkien said before ”In her youth she loved to wander far from the dwellings of the Noldor, either beside the long shores of the Sea or in the hills; and thus she and Feanor had met and were companions in many journeys” (Morgoth’s Ring) – I like to think Maglor was definitely closer to Nerdanel than any of his other brothers – because they shared the same temperament.

She definitely told him – about her long walk among the shores and they probably went for walks there too. Maybe – while himself and his brothers were trying to gain Feanor’s approval – Maglor also wanted his mother’s approval too, he valued both their approvals equally.

He chose the shores of Arda because it reminded of his mother and how they would walk side by side. He misses Nerdanel but feels too guilty and unworthy of his mother’s love and forgiveness – because in the end he chose to follow and value his father’s approval over hers – it wasn’t equal anymore. The shores of Arda is the closest possible be can be to Nerdanel, that’s why he chose it.

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theelvenhaven · 2 years

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Halloween Decorating

Maglor x Reader

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* * * You smiled widely as you carried your box through the Halls headed directly back to your apartment here in Rivendell, feet stepping upon crunching orange and brown leaves that swept in from the openings of the outside walkway. Today was absolutely perfect for the start of autumn with cool temperatures, and even cloud coverage hiding Anar. All that was missing was the warm smells of cinnamon and apples that you did in a simmer pot in your living area.

Something you were more than ready to do in your apartment, some place you had lived since just after you came of age. Your parents having departed for Lindon to live there, and giving you the option to stay in Rivendell or go with them. Master Elrond had been more than welcoming of you staying in Rivendell, and provided the space for you. Happy to have you as an addition to his home.

Every year did you partake in the human traditions you had picked up when you had left Rivendell to explore further with the twins. You had always been fascinated by their pumpkins with expressive faces, candles lit inside making them glow in the dark. The decorations they hung from trees outside or on their houses, with wreaths, costumes and other traditions you had never taken part in until then.

Now it was a month before October came, with cooler days and changing leaves in the Valley and you were more than ready to prepare for the occasion. Something you’d have done a couple of weeks sooner, but your newly budding courtship with Maglor had kept you occupied as of late. This was something you had hoped to include him in now that you two were together, wanting to share in something you found fun.

Quietly you opened the door to your home, entering the living space to find your partner staring pensively at what you knew were your pumpkins on the table. He seemed to jolt some at the sound of the door closing before turning to face you, his navy blue eyes finding yours before landing on the box in your hands.

There was only one thing, you hadn’t exactly explained what it was you were doing nor why you were doing it. So Maglor was perplexed at the sudden need for four pumpkins and a box filled with black, orange and from what he could tell purple looking trinkets all inside what you were holding. The confusion was clear on his face,

“Y/N what is all this?” He said in his gentle yet musical voice, sounding like a far cry from what he sounded like a year ago or so when he had been brought home from wandering the beaches. Healed and still healing. You kept your smile, setting the box on the table watching as your partner peered over to look inside the box, unable to contain his curiosity or patience.

“Decorations! For Hallow’s Eve.” You said simply, leaving it open for him to ask questions as his navy blue eyes watched the way you began to pull things out of the box. Little black cats, strange little white blobs with eyes… Not to mention the clear cut outs of bats, and even more pumpkins but these had faces on the vellum that you had clearly painted to be orange.

“What is… Hallow’s Eve?” Maglor asked, reaching in for what he saw was a cut out of spiderwebs, frowning as to why you would want fake spiderwebs… Considering you were afraid of spiders…

“It is a celebration of sorts, to keep the spirits at bay as well as to celebrate them!” You answered him honestly, as you pulled out a box of tacks. Maglor’s clear look of confusion still hadn’t left his face,

“But Y/N… All spirits go to Mandos.” Maglor argued weakly, pulling out another trinket, a little sculpture of a pumpkin with a menacing sharp toothy grin. You shrugged at his words, knowing it was mostly true, but you had heard the other accounts of humans and elves encountering spirits that hadn’t. But it had been a long time since Maglor was around to hear or recall such stories having been told to him.

“Perhaps, but the humans seem to think otherwise.” You answered simply, deciding not to press the subject and cause unnecessary distress between the two of you over differing beliefs. Maglor then reached for the white blobs with big black beady eyes… Or at least that is what he figured they were.

“What are these?” He asked that curiosity finding his voice, and you handed a small box of tacks,

“That is a ghost.” You answered, and before he could ask you continued, “What the humans say spirits look like.” Yet it didn’t help as Maglor only continued to frown even deeper, his brows furrowing harshly as he looked back at it. Maglor couldn’t even begin to fathom how humans could decide that this was what “ghosts” looked like.

“What do I do with these?” Maglor said trying to relax and flow with the fact that was what you did to celebrate the autumnal celebration and season. He liked that it seemed to make you so happy and excited, and that was enough to attempt to make sense of the well… nonsensical human festival. He was sure you’d explain more of it as you went along.

“Well I figured we’d pin some of these to the wall! And then set up the trinkets on the shelves and then carve pumpkins for the front door.” You smiled to him, bringing to him to smile softly at the plan you seemed to have in mind. Picking up a big bundle of paper cut outs, Maglor followed you, deciding to watch you enact your creative vision.

“The humans do this too?” Maglor pressed, watching as you opened the little box full of tacks before you pulled a few bats from the stack. You shrugged some at his words,

“Not all of them make as many cut outs as I have.” You said growing sheepish realizing how overboard you went for the festivities. But you loved it! Maglor smiled at your words,

“But yes there are humans who pin things to their walls too.” You answered him honestly, watching as he moved to set the pile down on a table in front of you. Reaching for one of the many bats and a pin before he looked up at the wall.

“Is there a specific way you are doing this?” He asked, and for a moment you paused in your pinning to look at the bats you already had on the wall. Looking it over in thought for a moment, before you began to shake your head,

“No I don’t think so, why do you have an idea?” You asked him thoughtfully, looking over to him as you grabbed another vellum bat. Maglor seemed to be lost in his thoughts for a moment, staring at your little cluster of bats before looking at the one in his hand. He hesitated to say what was on his mind, used to keeping his ideas to himself for so long. Something that he was working through with the Healers here in Rivendell.

“Yes.” He breathed out, looking to you almost sheepishly as he spoke before you could see him trying to muster up some more courage to speak what was on his mind.

“What if you put the bats like this?” He said motioning in a swooping manner before his hands climbed up in the air pointing to higher on the wall. You thought for a moment,

“Like… They’re flying up from the ground?” You asked him, and he nodded.

“Or we could have them flying down from the ceiling to the ground.” Maglor suggested, wondering if that made more sense to you. He watched you mull it over, looking over your bats on the wall and the rather large pile you had on the table in front of the wall. Before you nodded with a smile, and the tenseness Maglor felt waiting for you to answer left him. Relief taking it’s place especially as he watched a warm smile that found your lips.

“That is a wonderful idea, I say we have them look like they’re flying up from the floor and to the ceiling. Makes it look like they are trying to escape.” You said flashing him that smile that made his heart stutter in his chest, Maglor felt a warmth tinge his face. Grateful you couldn’t see the blush on his face, Maglor adored to see you so happy.

And in no time did you two begin in the endeavor of pinning tens of little cut out bats to the wall, with you starting from the floor and Maglor pinning them more towards the ceiling and at the higher points on the wall. Before finally you both came to meet in the middle, spreading them out and wide, making it looked as if there was a flurry of bats trying to find their way out. Maglor peeked over at you to see how giddy you were as you stood back,

“It looks wonderful!” You breathed out happily, clasping your hands together as you looked over your handiwork. If Maglor were being honest, between your happiness and seeing the fruits of the shared labor this was kind of fun… Even if it was something others might consider to be a chore. As he came to stand next to you, he felt you lean up and press your lips to his cheek.

“Thank you for your wonderful idea, meleth.” You said to him in a gentle voice, making Maglor blush again, growing a little bashful.

“It was of no issue, meldanya…” He breathed out softly, before turning to see you move to the next pile of cut outs and trinkets.

“Do you want to help hang up the rest? And then when we are done we can carve pumpkins!” You said to him, the first part certainly made sense, but carving pumpkins? A slew of questions met his mind, but this time he opted for it to be a surprise, wondering just how you’d explain it to him.

“Of course. I could find no better way to spend time with you.” Maglor answered, and you grinned bringing him a few more cut outs, Maglor certainly could get used to this celebration. Seeing how happy it made you, it was certainly growing on him. He couldn’t wait to see what else this celebration had in store for you two.

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Maglor NSFW Alphabet

Request: I'd like to request a SFW or NSFW alphabet for Maglor, please! - anon

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If you desire a malewife, Maglor is the perfect person to have at your beck and call after you have both finished a tedious activity. Once you have both finished and no other round is being initiated, Maglor will first draw you closer to lie atop him or halfway. One hand rubs your back while the other is massaging the knots and cramps out of your thigh. His voice has returned to its normal octave capacity, becoming mellow and tender. He’ll ask if you demand any specific requirements to be met apart from his normal routine. Should you desire a meal, more massages or a bath? He isn’t going to sing any songs given his also tired state, if anything, pillow talks will transpire before either one of you falls asleep.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Maglor is great love for your neck, breasts and legs. As someone who adores the songs you make, his lips are always attached to your beautiful, biting and kissing. It’s as though he wants to devour the songs you make and feel them as they resonate. As for your legs, as one who has an oral fixation and enjoys spending hours between your legs, he has no issue with you wrapping them around his head. In fact, go right ahead and suffocate him, he finds the rush of pleasure exhilarating. The growing tightness of your thighs around his head signals to him that you are close, and the pleasure is phenomenal.

On himself, it’s self-explanatory that it’s his skilful fingers. As artfully he plucks his harp strings, he enjoys using them to pull all the songs he possibly can from you. His favourite hobby is spending time fingering you in a serene location, near a lake or in his music room.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He isn’t messy but he enjoys releasing on your body, preferably your breast or lower stomach whenever he doesn’t release inside. As he gets closer, he’ll breathlessly ask you where he should release and once you direct him, he’ll take his time and pull out before cumming on your skin, thighs or your breasts if you decided to treat him well. Káno understands that he’s under an oath and bringing children, your very own, into the world during such times is a trial. He wouldn’t take that risk to release his cum inside you all the time knowing that pregnancy can occur.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Anytime he has to masturbate, he steals your underwear and uses it to glide up and down his cock to aid him in getting off. He knows that if you ever caught him, he’d be embarrassed to be known as someone who steals your underwear. So, he waits until you’ve left the house to freely use them without any suspicion or being caught.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As a performer and singer who writes his own songs and music, Maglor knows about writing erotica in many different forms, from vulgar to flowery languages. With that said, he is mentally aware of what must be done, where his hands and lips should go and so forth. However, he is also aware that every person is different, so the basic knowledge might not work on you; sensitivity would be different. This grants him the opportunity to explore and develop his confidence and experience with your body. He is semi-aware of the basics upon your first time and then graduates into a professional after learning your body.

F = Favourite positions (this goes without saying)

Missionary is his go-to and has the highest preference for all the different types of sessions he wishes to conduct. Whether it be rough, sentimental, your first time or last, he sticks to missionary as his number one position. Being able to get close and witness every micro-expression on your face to know whether he’s being too rough or he’s just enough, is a joy to experience. The sensation of having your bodies that close and being in your personal space will make love fill him with delight.

Cowgirl for when he’s in a cheeky or relaxing mood. Mostly on days when you two are basking in the calm ambience of nature or the tranquillity of the moment, he’ll suggest that you ride him. Of course, there are moments when you request to be in control, he’ll sit back and watch you do your thing. Regardless, he fancies the position since it surrounds a more peaceful ambience with him being cheeky and playful. He’ll pull you down for kisses, run his fingers across your skin, squeeze your thighs and so forth.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is capable of expressing humour during the activity and seriousness when the moment calls for them. Humour would always be displayed on his cheeky and light-hearted days when both your spirits are high. Laughter during either of your slip-ups, maybe he was a bit clumsy, and you accidentally bumped heads; share a moment of laughter and enjoy the moment as it brings you closer and fills the intimacy with more pleasure and joy.

Maglor rarely displays his seriousness during an intimate moment, and it majorly occurs when you’ve been acting up and being all bratty or he’s stressed out and requires a route to blow his steam. In this case, laughter is off the book otherwise he’ll view that you aren’t taking his authority or stress seriously. During these moments, he is rougher, firmer and sharper with his thrusts. They are either calculated or random to dismiss all the tension he’s facing.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As normally mentioned, elves don’t have bodily hair, so Káno is completely clean. This means the carpet doesn’t exist to match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

The musician and performer of the family is the most romantic person of them all. Maglor will lay the rose petals out for you, the scented candles, wine and the music, all to set and keep the mood. But his most treasured form of romanticism is his words and voice during the build-up and moment. Soft kisses and caresses upon your kiss are accompanied by his flowery words and ocean voice. Fleeting touches that weigh a ton against your skin and words that shower you with an avalanche of unconditional devotion and appreciation.

His skin and lips will be attached to yours the entire time for missionary would be his preference on this occasion. He wants the eye contact to know that your stomach is performing somersaults and you’re weak in your knees. Show him how much he’s giving you through your eyes and he’ll reward you with praises and more.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I would consider him a bit low on the urge to masturbate before and after you entered his life. He isn’t sexually depraved and needy for your touch to constantly require your attention and care, nor is his appetite sky-high. However, when the urge kicks in, consider it a rare moment when you’ve been away from each other for a lengthy period and a thought of you ran across his mind. Maglor considers it wrong to pleasure himself without you being around due to his idea of intimacy being conducted between two individuals, but once he does get into the idea of pleasuring himself, it would be during your relationship. In his room, preferably in his own house and not surrounded by his nosy siblings, he’ll sit in a bath and relax his mind to images of you or your voice and work his way to his release.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Voice kink should not come as a surprise considering his beautiful voice. He loves nothing more than to put it to use when making you cum or riling your senses up. Light whispers against the shell of your ear while nibbling your lobe, whispering all the things he wishes to do to you and how he wants you to react for him. With the addition of his voice kink, he uses it for body worship to sing praises upon your magnificence and watch as you crumble under his gaze.

Bondage because he enjoys the moment when the rush of power gets to his head and you’re squirming around helplessly dependent on him. Just seeing you blindfolded with the beautiful ropes around your wrists and ankles, pinned to bed as he ghosts his lips across your body or as he drives his hips into you. All you’re able to do is squeal and cry out his name, begging for him to let you touch him.

Voyeurism is one kink he adores greatly, especially when he’s in a worshipping mood. He wants to look upon you as you learn to appreciate and love your body; grinning from ear to ear as your own touch brings you to great heights. His words will be in the mix telling you where to touch and how much pressure to add while he leisurely strums his harp as background music to set the mood. That, or he walked in on you touching yourself and decided to peep the show.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

In Valinor, he prefers the comfort and safety of his house. To him, his house is where all the intimacy and private affairs between couples occur, thus, he would like to keep it that way. You are very lucky IF you can convince him to have sex outside the house, perhaps on a picnic far away from civilisation and closer to the forest where it’s easier to conceal yourselves.

In Beleriand, it is always behind closed doors and only within the privacy of his premises. You aren’t getting him to sneak around outdoors or in the woods when orcs are lurking about and he’s literally the closest to Angband’s front door. For any romantic activity, he’ll ask you to politely conduct it behind closed doors since his entire life is on display for the world. At least allow his privacy to remain private.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Hearing you sing, moan or groan (even if it’s non-sexual). When you crane your neck and it elongates, he has the desire to sink his teeth and lips into your skin. Seeing hickeys from your previous session or inability to walk (he’ll joke about knowing how to treat your incapacitation). Wearing dresses with a sweetheart neckline accompanied by a necklace resting between your cleavage (for the females), fitted trousers that elongate your legs or his shirts (for both).

If in Valinor, he would become turned on whenever you played with children and cared for them.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No extreme BDSM, branding or causing you to bleed. Nothing extreme to cause pain and actual tears.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Maglor has an oral fixation. Let that settle in so you’ll know exactly the good damage he can do when he goes down on you. Once he starts, he chooses when he’s ready to stop, and it isn’t anytime soon. He has no issue with spending hours down below, whether you’re sitting on his face or he’s on his knees, Maglor is enjoying his favourite part of his day. It is a mixture of the moans you’re able to produce when he’s eating you out that gets him into a headspace, refusing him to give up and allow your reprieve.

As for receiving, he isn’t denying your request to return the pleasure and will sit back and let you do your thing. At most, his hands will gently cradle your head, fingers weaving through your hair while you’re between his legs. He doesn’t guide you or anything, instead, you are left to go at your own pace. Mind you, approaching his high, he gets twitchy, hence his grip on your hair becomes tighter.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Káno can be everything all at once in the same session and it will always blow your mind because in the end, you are usually breathless. The power he contains as son of Feanor is outstanding, though he may not display it in the manner of his other siblings. However, for most of Maglor’s sessions, he is slow and sensual. His desire to express the devotion and appreciation he holds for you every day is dire. Maglor wants to show you in every way he can, that he loves you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He is not subject to the topic at hand and welcomes the gesture when it arises, however, he does not engage in it often. Given the situation with the oath and war, his attention is at the forefront so thinking about sex and intimacy comes from your end. You are the one to approach and request for a quick moment before you depart and return to your dutiful duties. Quickies always happen in his studies and the majority of the time; this is where he hands over control and offers you the reigns. Maglor will sit back in his chair while you ride him till thy kingdom come.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The biggest risk I see him willing to take is indulging in threesomes and exhibitionism. For threesomes, he’ll partner with certain individuals he’s close with and whom he can get along with easily, preferably his older brother, Maedhros or a close cousin, Fingon or Finrod. As for exhibitionism, it’s usually done out of claiming you as his. His hidden possessive nature may spring out all of a sudden and his desire to ensure that a family member witnesses the dominating aura of him as he makes you scream and wright in pleasure would ensure.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He doesn’t believe in the need to make love all night long to show you his devotion and passion. A simple three rounds, if you provoke him, he’ll give four for the entire night. This is as time passes and your relationship develops. In the earliest as newlyweds, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other and would spend nights into mornings making love like two horny birds. His stamina was otherworldly since you were discovering each other’s body and let’s also say that you were back in Valinor when the world was at peace, and he could spend forever in your arms.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Not a big fan when his voice, fingers, and mouth are considered your playthings. They do the job far better than any contraption created since nothing could replicate the texture and sensation of his touch on your skin. But let us say there were a few toys around. Maglor would relish in a vibrator for when he has you strapped to the bed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This is the Kanafinwё Makalaurë, the most skilled and beautiful fair voice of all, who is mighty and the son of Mr Feener. He isn’t doing anything half-assed and if teasing ensures that his performance is sold and enjoyed, he’s teasing too until the very end. With his phenomenal strength, you WILL be pinned under his body as he drives into you with everything that he has, but always keeping you on the edge and begging for more. Edging is a kink of his I didn’t mention, so he’s going to constantly keep you on your toes, yearning. His favourite time to tease is whenever you’re being a brat. You give him all the excuses in the world to lay down his weapon.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Maglor is vocal, however he prefers to keep his notes on the low so yours can outshine his. Even when he is approaching his orgasm, he softly moans into your neck or ear. He is aware of how loud his voice can be, hence his name, so he does his best to keep it at bay, not wanting anyone to overhear (trust me, if he truly moaned, it would outshine yours and everyone would hear).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Maglor once allowed you to be dominant which led him to being tied to the headboard and earning the same treatment he normally gives to you when he’s in a teasing mood. For the first time, he had never been so aroused at your confidence and power as you took control in a new light over his body. It’s not something that occurs very often because you have a tendency of bragging about it to him which leads to you being shut up…very quickly.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As a son of Feanor, he has a nice-sized package going on in his pants. Not too big and not too small. It’s just the right amount of thickness, length and weight that it rests within your walls, it moulds your insides just right. However, I must say that he has a slight curve closer to the head which makes excellent use when aiming for your sweet spot right off the bat and he’s also a grower. Nevertheless, he knows how to put his dick to good use and make you experience the best time of your life.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

During his years in Valinor, it was midway. Two to three times a week and as newlyweds, it upscaled. However, as the years rolled on by and a couple of duties came in, it decreased to twice a month as Maglor always ensured in other ways that you never felt unloved.

In Beleriand, it plummeted drastically once war entered the picture. Sometimes for months into years you two don’t sleep together, but when you do after such period, you can bet that it’s going to be a long night of reuniting with one another.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maglor is what I’d like to consider, a daydreamer and thinker in one, thus his mind is brimming with thoughts after he’s finished a session. Firstly, he’ll ensure that you’ve been taken care of, speak with you until you’ve fallen asleep and then lie awake thinking. It takes him a long time before he dozes off to wonderland even if you’re snuggled up beside him. Sometimes he doesn’t sleep, and you’ll meet him in the same position wide awake. The times when he does drift off, he becomes cuddly and chooses to become the little spoon.

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lamemaster · 1 year

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10 Ways You Kiss Your Resident Elf (Maglor x Reader)

Love comes in many forms and your love comes in kisses. Load full of them and unstoppable kisses. And Makalaure loves them. He writes them in every single one of his songs. He weaves them into his songs that he keeps hidden away, songs only for him.

Kissing in front of your dessert- Makalaure sighs as he examines his plate of cheesecake and yours. And you, his dearest spouse, beam at your plate. “Dessert before dinner because OUR HOUSE, OUR RULES,” your declaration remains unchallenged. Makalaure being the dutiful husband he is fulfills the role and chomps down his piece of cake. In a matter of minutes, the cake is gone and with a frown, you turn to him. “Not sweet enough,” you mutter with a pout. Makalaure is about to object to your intention of another slice when his vision floods with you. A small peck on his lips and your face lights up. “Sweetest,” you say as you make a run without finishing the dinner for the third time in the week.

Something stuck in the eye- “Wait…by Illuvatar Kano!” You stand and swat away his hands as he almost pokes your eye with his stupid finger. “You can’t do that. You need to clean the debris not pluck my eyeball out.” The said elf looks comically offended, “Alright then do it yourself,” he proclaims but does not step away. “Okay little drama queen just blow some air in my eye you oaf,” you hold open your eyelids as you observe Makalaure inch closer to do as you instructed. With his lips pouted to blow the air when you kiss him. “Sike,” an innocent kiss that is not innocent as you wink at him.

Jump scare kiss- “Boo,” you scream as you jump outside the closet and Kano falls down on his ass. His face is frozen into an unchanging expression of horror. Laughing manically you descend to help your husband stand up. While doing so you bend down and offer your hand to the elf who still lacks any kind of reaction. “Melda?” You question. “Ai, snap out of it.” You wave your hand in front of his unfocused eyes. “Okay, I’m sorry.” You whisper as you bend down and place a gentle kiss on his lips. Then suddenly your feet slip and you find yourself falling towards the ground. From the corner of your eye, you see your dearest husband smirk, and oh boy it's on.

Butterfly kiss- you are sitting in Makalaure’s lap. The warmth of Laurelin’s rays fills your room. You breathe your husband’s lingering lavender scent. His fingers, lined with callouses from his beloved harp, rub unmatched patterns on your back. You turn your face to him so that your eyes line with his cheek. Smiling you lean in and blink your eyes. Your eyebrows flutter on his cheek and your husband pauses. He gives you a questioning look. Shaking your head you continue to bask in each other’s company.

Flying kiss- The room has burst into chaos. The Ambarussar are running wild chased by Carnistir and Tyelko. Nerdanel stands in the corner with a horrified look on her face. Your mother-in-law looks equal parts terrified and exhausted. Your father-in-law is nowhere to be seen. You marvel at Kano’s ability to be unaffected by everything as he continues sipping his tea. “The twins can come with us,” your voice breaks the chaos. Ambarussar instantly turn to their mother with the most innocent look in their eyes. Nerdanel seems nowhere close to refusing. And Kano looks at you with a deep look of faux hurt as he wipes the tea he spluttered moments ago. “It works right husband?” You question and you blow him a flying kiss.

Curtsey kiss- The court gawks. You bend on your knee, and even with your atrociously fluffy gown you kneel and offer your hand. Makalaure does not seem fazed. Instead, he looks proud. Without a moment of hesitation, he puts his hand in your hand which you kiss with the grace of a knight. Uncaring the pair of you lead the city of Tirion into a culture shock as they watch their prince being led by his wife. You dance unbothered by horrified elves.

French kiss- You moan and so does he when you tug his hair. Your kiss deepens with your tongues fighting a lovely battle. Kano’s hands explore your body as you both maneuver your way to your bed without breaking the kiss. “Bloody Fuck!” You curse and your kiss is interrupted as your back arches not in pleasure but in pain. “Did you leave your harp on the bed again?”

Morning kiss- Fading light of Telperion still fills the sky. You wake up to a still dreaming Makalaure. Entrapped by your husband’s peaceful expression you find yourself trapped in a dilemma. To initiate a tickle fight or to not. He was taller and somewhat powerful but you could win. However, your twitching fingers could not do it. You find yourself weak at the moment. So, abandoning your former plan for another day you settle for cuddling your husband as you kiss him to land of wakefulness.

Angry kiss- “Don’t go,” you whisper. “I will follow my father.” Your husband’s voice is full of steel and taut with tension. He is leaving Tirion. Going to the desolate land of Formenos. “Your mother stays back. Stay for her sake.” You beg. If not for you, you wish he stays for his mother. Gripping your shoulders Kano looks into your eyes with a wild look. “I will follow my father and if you don’t want to, you don’t need to.” His grip hurts but not more than his words. That day your kiss leaves you broken. Your lips swollen and bleeding are only reminders of your husband.

Goodbye kiss- You can’t. You can’t speak or stop him. He has bound himself to an oath. It is only fair he stands by his family. Avenging his grandfather is his duty. You know this yet, you cannot stop the agony you feel. He is there in your room packing his things and leaving yours. Your closet looks half empty and it rips your heart. You know you should not cry but tears don’t stop as you help him gather his belongings. You will not follow him. You will stay back for Nerdanel. For his mother on his request. “No…no, please. Kano” You caress his face, trying to memorize every detail of him. You’re weak as you kiss him goodbye. You kiss him longer putting all your love, pain, longing, and prayers into that one kiss.

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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Firecracker

Summary: the reader is a creature made by Manwë himself, they have the pride and the wings of an eagle.

Pairing: Maglor x Reader

CW: Male!reader, Gay very gay, They/He Pronouns for the Reader, Original Female Character, Fingon x OFC

TW: Morgoth *kinda* abuse towards reader

Song: Firecracker- A Dungeons and Dragons Inspired Original Song by Cami-Cat

A/n: I did change some of the lyrics of the song to suit the fic better

Servant of Manwë that was what you are, that's what you were made to do, but you couldn't help to want more, to want something else, to have a different Purpose, instead of stay by his side and act as his messenger.

Melkor offered you more you would no longer be a messenger, you would be the left hand man, a warrior, he had seen you training with the Fëanorian's you were skilled, and his offer was tempting.

Maglor came to were you sat zone out you didn't hear him approach you jumped when he touched your shoulder "What's got you like this Mellon-nin" Maglor question.

"I got a hard to refuse offer, but I know if I take it, it would mean the end of everything I have good here" You said Maglor was one of your closest friends and you found council in the elf.

"What is the offer" Maglor asked

"I get more, I am no messenger anymore, I get everything I want, but I lose everyone I care about, I would lose you as well" You said.

"I'm sure you won't no matter what you take I will always be their for you" Maglor said you sighed and stood making your decision.

"Ah have you come with an answer for my offer as well" Melkor said.

"I accept it" you said even if you would in the future look back on it and say it was the stupidest decision you ever made in your life, the Valar grinned you had no idea what he planned but Maglor's words ment nothing after Melkor did what he did and stole the Silmarils making you regret your decision immediately but Melkor would hold it to you and Manwë wouldn't take you back now you sided with his Brother who he somewhat hated with a passion.

You sighed as you sat with your legs hanging off Angband, you felt Mairon's Presents behind you "Do you need something oh great lord" you teased Mairon was Melkor's right hand man he made the same mistake you did but he did not regret it.

Mairon said nothing but instead joined you, so you thought to give him a little scare you stood up he was going to ask you were you where going but instead you just let yourself fall Mairon jumped up he yelled after you.

you turned and let your wings out they caught the wind and brought you up, "I HATE YOU" Mairon yelled at you, which you just smiled at as you landed next to Morgoth to save him walking all the way up to get to you, he sighed he may of got used to watching you fall off buildings and then save yourself but Mairon certainly did not

"Stop scaring him, he cares for your safety although he does not show it he's scared one of these times your wings won't be able to save you" Morgoth said you sighed

"You don't actual let me out to fly, i'm getting board, and thats the only adrenalin I get" you said

"if that's what you think, infiltrate himring say I let you escape, I know you want to return to my brother but you fear he won't take you back" Morgoth said

"And how am i suppose to do that looking like this it's rather clean and well dressed they will shoot me as soon as they see me coming and Maedhros knows i work for you, Afterall some idiot kidnapped him and strung him to a cliff to die" you said

"Stop calling him an idiot and for that we need to improvise" Morgoth said taking you down to the servant halls he made you change into rags and got orcs to harm you with their weapons as well as wargs.

"That would seem surfactant go" Morgoth said you took off as soon as you were outside, you flew over mountains and forests and flat plains until you got to the gap of Maglor and saw the city on the edge of the cliff time for some erratic flying which you did a bit to well as you slammed through a glass window of Maedhros' throne room, him and Fingon look at you.

Fingon walked down to you as you did not seem to move he crouched down beside you and checked your injuries over.

"They need a healer Maedhros and now, they may die" Fingon said the other reluctantly called a healer so they took you, it took some time before you were back on your feet you did not suspect a window could do that much damage to you or your wings.

"Leave" Maedhros said to you as he walked in the room.

"What" you questioned

"You heard what I said Leave, I am not going to take pity on you even if morgoth cast you out" Maedhros said

"I have no were to go and I gave you mercy, I feed you, I looked after you while they left you strung from a cliff, i showed mercy on you" you retorted

both of you were to caught up in your argument to hear someone storm passed the guards he was back from his patrol of his lands he stopped next to his brother when he saw you, he heard from Maedhros and Fingon you worked with Morgoth so why were you here.

"Go back to Valinor I am sure Manwë would love you back" Maedhros said.

"Shut up" Maglor said making his voice heard, the two turned from their argument to him.

"You used to be best Friends" Maglor said

"Yeah before that eagle became a vulture" Maedhros said

"Your just like your father, blinded by your emotions and anger, you never will be better than him your just stuck in his shadow" you shot back in response to Maedhros, Maglor didn't even stop you but he did stop his brother.

"Why do you protect her" Maedhros asked his brother

"Why can't I" Maglor challenge you ended up staying in Himring thanks to Maglor and Finrod, you heard their was a festival of the nobles going on two moons away.

Maglor smiled when he saw you, you were the only one with wings so you were never hard to spot he walked down the stairs and towards you.

"Maglor, hello, I have not had the chance to thank you" you said as you saw him approaching.

"Do not worry, are you coming to the festival two moons away" Maglor questioned

"I have not been invited" you said Maglor hmmed

"Will you do me the honour of being my date to the festival" Maglor asked you smiled

"I would love to" you responded, you did not see Maglor before the morning of the festival, he came to your door with clothes in his hand you were shocked but let him in.

"Can't have you failing to look like an absolute Valar can we" Maglor said laying it down on a table it looked to have many pieces to it which freaked you out but when you unfolded it, you realized it did not, Maglor looked away as you tried it on, it did look a lot like it was out of Manwë's wardrobe Maglor smiled seeing it fit you the colours matched your wings perfectly and it brought out your eyes, Maglor smiled as he gently placed the circlet on your head it went well against your hair.

"Your fashion taste is only rivalled by your musical ability" you told Maglor

"You are to kind" Maglor said before he left you, you got caught up in something before get to the festival which was in full swing when you got their the band was accompanied by Maglor's Harp, he began to sing.

There once was a Ellon who could blend into the night His speed was like lightning his step as if in flight And before he slipped away I tried to call him with a plea Please my firecracker come back and dance with me

you leaned against the pillar you were standing next to ever since Maglor had learnt you could control fire he had called you firecracker, Fingon looked at you seeing you with a small smile you your face made him curious especially as you looked at Maglor with an admiring gaze which bored with an infatuated gaze, he walked over to you.

"I though you were not ment to be here" Fingon said you gave him a side eye

"Maglor invited me" you replied to the High King

come and dance now firecracker Stomp your feet to the rhythm Come and dance now firecracker Won’t you now heed our anthem

Maglor knew you did not dance but if he asked you to most often than not you did "Nice little festival you have here" you told Fingon

"It's not my festival it is Maedhros'" Fingon said you smiled slightly at the king as you wings puffed up a bit.

"I see the way you look at Ellarian if you really want to talk of Maglor tell me of her" You said the tips of the kings ears turned red.

"I do not look at her in that way" Fingon said you hmmed

"Yeah sure you don't" you replied to him with a smirk as you both watched Ellarian dance.

Set all the world into a mighty blaze And dance the night away Light up the night with your fiery gaze I won’t forget your face

Fingon turned to you "Can't you use fire as a power you do have Maiar-ish powers as well as those wings" you sighed and shook your head as you walked down the steps you caught Maglor's eye and his original verse he was going to sing changed.

It was then that the Ellon came into my sight Shining brighter than any star in the sky Spinning round his feet kick the ground into a spark Setting fire ablaze inside my heart

Maglor said and if on cue with the words you did as he said kicking up a spark, Maglor stood but the band still played just without the harp.

With his dance he began to warm my world again And I knew I would love him until the end

You smiled as you danced with Maglor a trail of sparks following after your feet and going into the air and making wonderful moving pictures a rabbit jumped to Ellarian who put her hand up to it but then it jumped to Fingon and disappeared.

Maglor had a grin on his face as they danced, you pulled Maglor around his arm had wrapped around your lower back "I did not know you felt that way for me" you said the elf made a worried face.

"But I am glad my feelings are not one sided" you said as you turned him around the music soon found it's way to the end and you returned to where you stood before but this time with Maglor he handed you a glass of wine.

"I did not think you would come when you said you were busy, you came at the wrong timing if I knew would of come in as I started my song I would of sung something else" Maglor said

"Sure but then you would of never learnt of my feelings" you replied to the Elf watching Ellarian and Fingon talk.

"excuse me I will be back" you said and you walked to the two

"My Lady would you honour your king with a dance, he is to shy to ask you himself as he is head over heels in love with you" you said

"Y/N" Fingon hissed you turned your back to him with a wave and returned to Maglor.

"What was that" Maglor asked as he watched Ellarian drag Fingon to the dance floor with a smile.

"just a little wingman thing now where were we" you said to Maglor

"Oh yeah" you said grabbing Maglor's collar and pulling his face to you and kissing him.

"Gi Melin Meleth Nyello-Nin" you said

"Gi Melin Ana Firecracker" Maglor said

Elvish translation:

Gi Melin - I love you

Meleth - Love

Nyello - singer

Ana - to

Nin - my

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lovefairymina · 10 months

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Fëanáro, my spirit of fire, cuddle me closer? It's cold tonight

“I find it humorous in which you believe I am naturally a warm body due to my name. It is endearing, mírë.” His arms had encircled your waist and tugged you into his lap as he sat in the loveseat beside the fireplace.

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silmawensgarden · 9 months

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Only an ocean away

Maglor x reader

Prompt: Sending you a request for Maglor x reader where reader finally brings him home from his millenia of wanderings on the shore? (Home could be to Rivendell or Valinor or where you think would fir best!)

Requested by: anonymous

A/n: I really liked this idea of coaxing Maglor back home to Valinor through Rivendell. I decided on a chance encounter for reader & Maglor. I really hope you enjoy it and thanks so much for your request!

Word count : 1,8k

Warnings: none really

Today was a strange day, there was something in the air that felt heavy and familiar at the same time. Nevertheless you continued on your way back towards Rivendell. You had gone out for a few days to collect herbs in the nearby forest. The evil of Sauron had been subdued a small while ago. A small while for elves that is. The forest had once been filled with horrid creatures, nowadays surprisingly some incredibly rare herbs grew there. Despite some dangers from the remaining wild animals, the trek through was worth it. Your heart felt heavy at some point on your way back so you decided to change direction for a little while. Making your way towards the sea shore you finally felt yourself relax a little. It's been a while since you came here. The salty air reminded you of your home far away. Your home was in Valinor, not far from the shore. In your youth you used to come to the sea shore to play with your friends. The salty air made your heart yearn for those days with your friends.

You sat down by some rocks on the shore. The sand on this beach wasn't nearly as pearly white and gem like as in valinor, but it has it's own beauty. You've come to see Rivendell and it's surrounding environment as your second home. Out of nowhere a strange creaky sound came from behind you. Your breath hitched and you carefully turned around, ready to fight off whatever might be preying on you. However when you looked behind you, you saw nothing. You looked around with a confused look on your face. Then the sound came again. This time you saw something scuttle away into a cave. The last bit you managed to see was something that looked like torn clothes. Your curiosity got the better of you and you slowly moved towards where you had seen the muddy red cloth.

As you stepped forward behind the rock you sat on you saw a crude little cave hewn into the rock formation further back. It looked like something moved in there. It could be a child... you thought. In that case it might've been lost for some time judging by the poor condition of the piece of cloth you saw. You walked closer to the cave to inspect whether you were right. Just before you managed to get to the entrance an incredibly hoarse and creaky voice shrieked at you from inside. You could still manage to understand that it was likely a male, but nothing else. Taking up all your courage you stepped into the cave entrance and were met with a rusty dagger in front of your face. Behind the dagger sat what appeared to be a malnourished and traumatised elf. The elf had no strength left in him as even trying to keep the dagger pointed at you cost him so much energy that his arm was shaking uncontrollably. He had dark eyebags under his incredibly blue eyes and his features were sunken. You caught a few scars on his arms while you took in his appearance.

You wanted to get him out of the cave and maybe even manage to get him some help in Rivendell. Poor man has been through it it seems. You decided to sit down and see if he understood any language you knew.

You tried Sindarin first, he seemed to respond to it but did not speak it. Instead he spoke back to you in a mix of what you could only guess was first age Quenya. At this point you regrettably had to thank your tutors from when you were young for forcing you to sit through Quenyan literature classes. Seeing no other option besides attempting to speak to him in Quenya you gave it your best shot.

"Hello?...Not fear me, I am friend, not bad. Who are you?" You managed to wrangle out some poorly formulated sentences. The grammar would have sent your old tutor in to a shock induced coma if he had heard it. It appeared to be the same for this elf. The expression on his sunken face couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than displeasure. So much for trying to be nice...

However despite his initial displeasure he decided to attempt to speak to you. You were having an awful amount of trouble understanding him. Not just because he was barely audible but also because you had slept through most of your literature classes. He spoke with a specific dialect that you couldn't place. Seeing how much trouble you were having he gave you a small smile and started speaking to you like you were a small child. Word for word, to see if you understood.

Now you felt like it was you who had been hiding in that crude little excuse of a cave.

After a little while of throwing words around with each other he had calmed down enough to understand that you weren’t going to hurt him. Slowly he came out of his cave and stood in front of you. It was immediately clear to you that this elf was much taller than you. By quite a considerable amount. It was a mystery to you how he managed to fit into that tiny space.

The two of you made your way back to Rivendell together. Walking slowly and taking many breaks as it appeared that your new companion could not walk very far for very long periods of time. He was so malnourished that his legs gave out frequently during the journey back. During the journey you got to know each other better. The language barrier was still a big problem but you found creative ways to communicate with each other regardless.

After a full two and a half days of walking you finally arrived in Rivendell. You now also knew the name of your companion. Maglor. Maglor Fëanorion. It was surprising to say the least. But you dwelled little on the matter. By the looks of it, Maglor had already been through sufficient punishment. No need to lay any more on him. The healers rushed to take him to the infirmary so he could rest and gain some of his strength back. You promised him that you would visit in a few days once he is a little more stable.

A few days have passed and both you and Elrond have visited Maglor a few times. There’s been a rumor floating around Rivendell that Elrond could be related to the elf that was brought to the healers at the start of the week. You wanted to ask Maglor about it but weren’t sure if he’d tell you anything.

Things started to quiet down again as the weeks went by. Weeks turned into a few months and something started to grow between you and Maglor. At first it appeared to be a deep friendship but now it feels like it may one day be more. Only time will tell whether something could be between you.

Maglor was starting to make a speedy recovery now that a few months have passed. He no longer looked malnourished and could walk for a considerable amount of time again. His hair had grown fuller too. It pained you to remember how matted and gross it had looked when you first saw him.

However as time passes and seasons change so do our wishes. Your soul wanted to go home. So it became clear to you and a handful of others that you would be boarding the next available ship at the grey havens. You had talked this over with Elrond and a few of your other friends, one of which was Maglor.

He felt sad about your upcoming departure be he refused to let it show.

And so the day of your departure finally arrived.

It was early in the morning, the sun has just barely come out of hiding. You stood still on the docks, taking in middle earth for what would likely be the last time. You wanted to go home, but a tiny part of you was having trouble letting go. Maglor had promised to meet you before you left. The majority of elves had boarded the ship already, you were the only one stalling the departure. Finally you saw a figure in the distance that appeared to be Maglor. He ran towards you, pushing through the crowd of people to get to you as best as he could.

“I am sorry for making you wait y/n! I tried to come here as fast as I could. I overestimated my ability to run….I am unable to run as much as I once could.” He said, smiling sheepishly.

You smiled back and stepped a little closer to him. “It is fine, do not worry. We still have time before the boat leaves.”

Despite Maglor smiling warmly at you he was being torn apart internally. One part of him wished desperately to come with you, but a voice in his head told him he wasn’t worthy of returning to valinor and that he should forever remain in isolation. “I am not certain that I can go with you Y/n….I…I must remain here in Arda.”

You were saddened by his words but decided not to push him. After all it wouldn’t be the last boat to leave for valinor. “Maglor, no matter what or where if you decide to leave to valinor one day, know that I’ll only ever be an ocean away.” You smiled the best smile you could muster. It was in this moment that you came to the realization that you loved him. Yet you now would never get the chance to say it. It was now truly time for the ship to sail out towards valinor. There was no way that you could stall it any further. You said your goodbyes and boarded the ship. A coldness came over your heart and a tear slipped from your eye.

Maglor watched as the ship sailed out, boring holes into your back with his gaze. And then right at the least expected moment something took hold of his senses and he threw himself into the sea. The coldness of the sea forced him to swim forward as he called out to you. The elves on the boat saw him struggling to swim and threw out a fishing net to catch him up onto the boat.

He was drenched to the bone and shivering, but his smile was warmer than the sun on a summer afternoon.

He didn’t care anymore about people’s judgements and what the valar would say of his return. All he ever needed was you, and now that he had you…nothing else mattered.

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