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[doodle-pops]

House of Fingolfin | Being In An Arranged Marriage With Them

A/N: This takes place in Valinor, in a no–darkening verse and arranged marriages are common traditions among the elves. By now, I'm considering this an AU within the Silm verse with all the ideas that’s been swimming in my mind after writing each headcanon (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Warnings: feelings of neglect and loneliness, resentment, disputes, there is some comfort, angst because it's an arranged marriage

Arranged Marriage AU: Arafinweans ver.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Fingolfin

Fingolfin strongly resents being told what to do. However, if complying benefits his family and upholds his royal status as an exemplar for princes, he will reluctantly follow through. In this context, he would have no significant objections to an arranged marriage.

He genuinely believes in his father’s good intentions and considers his mother’s agreement as final. Fingolfin would attentively attend the meeting, listening to the criteria and rationale for the arrangement while occasionally glancing at your disheartened expression.

Initially, he might struggle to comprehend why you don’t view the situation as a win–win, given that you’re marrying a prince and about to enjoy a luxurious lifestyle. The notion of being forced into this or having a lover only dawns on Fingolfin when his younger brother or a friend brings it up.

He’s determined to make the relationship work and hopes you won’t be confrontational or resist connecting with each other. Your reluctance to make things work is a source of frustration for him, but his pride prevents him from complaining to others.

But it is important to keep in mind that as much as he’s fighting you to make this work, he is respectful of your boundaries and personal space.

“I may have been slow to realise your reservations about the arrangement, but may I ask that you at least attempt not to distance yourself when all I want is for this to go smoothly? Yes, we will be married soon, but I’m not suggesting a romantic involvement, just a basic level of cooperation to ease the tension, please.”

He’s eager to make the arrangement a success because he sees it as essential for his role as a prince and a way to outshine his older brother. In Fingolfin’s perspective, this is a competition, albeit unfortunate for you.

You must assert that for this relationship to work, it shouldn’t be a platform for competition or jealousy, but rather something mutually beneficial and meaningful. You seek a partner you can rely on and trust, while he desires a confidant.

Despite the challenges, you enjoy a royal lifestyle with extravagant parties, balls, and dinners, access to the finest materials and food, a luxurious house designed to your liking, and any other desired indulgence. Fingolfin explicitly mentions that the house was created with your preferences in mind in hopes of ensuring some form of comfort is achieved.

An added benefit of the relationship is Fingolfin’s trust in your abilities as a mediator and leader. As a means to enhance communication, he gradually opens up and seeks your advice in the hopes of strengthening the arrangement.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Fingon

Initially, when the news was broken to him, Fingon found it all rather amusing. He doubled over and laughed in his father’s face, thinking it was some kind of joke. It took a while for the seriousness of the situation to sink in, and he soon realised that this was no laughing matter. Fingon is a free–spirited individual who believes in choosing when to marry, not never for political reasons, as was the case in this instance.

When you’re in the room, Fingon prefers to keep his anger in check and maintain a pleasant demeanour, as he doesn’t want to frighten you. He’s well aware that you had no say in this decision, and his father is the only one he has an issue with.

The sorrowful look on his face when he meets your eyes is heart–wrenching, as both of you are victims of politics. Despite the circumstances, he does his best to shield you from the harsh reality and maintain the illusion of a simple friendship.

Among all his siblings and his father, Fingon is undoubtedly the most agreeable elf to be married to. Despite his inner turmoil and his father’s constant pressure to make the relationship work, he remains cheerful and amiable in your company, ensuring your comfort throughout the entire engagement.

However, in the early days of the marriage, he was the complete opposite of his usual self, largely due to your reserved nature. He was distant and mostly silent as he grappled with controlling his temper, trying to figure out how to make the relationship work.

If he’s going to be your husband against his will, he’s determined to be the best one you could hope for. Do you require your space? You got it. Do you not wish to see or speak to him? He’ll respect it. Do you want him to stop pretending that everything’s perfect? You’ll get that as well, although it may not be what you expect.

“You might be expecting me to shout, scream, or completely ignore you. I couldn’t bring myself to do any of that, though, as it’s not how my mother raised me to behave when I’m dissatisfied... I understand that you see through the façade I put up; it’s mostly to get my father off my back. But it’s not an act when I’m around you.”

Count on Fingon to make your forced marriage bearable and tolerable. He alleviates the typical anxiety associated with arranged marriages by filling it with unconditional love, support, appreciation, and trust. He never lets the burden fall on you and always stands by your side, ready to defend you.

One thing he won’t tolerate is anyone belittling your role as his spouse, whether it’s from your family or his. He respects your choices and ensures that you’re comfortable before engaging in anything personal.

Fingon never rushes you into anything uncomfortable and allows you to make decisions, trusting your judgment and revealing his vulnerability. He sees this as a hopeful approach to overcoming the arranged marriage label that hangs over your heads.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Turgon

Even if it were his father delivering the news that an arranged marriage was necessary to uphold the family name, Turgon was on the verge of overturning a table and vanishing before his father could reveal your name. However, Turgon knew he wouldn’t get far before being compelled to return home and address the situation.

It was the gloomiest atmosphere in recent memory when he was in the room, glaring at your presence as you entered with your family. The whole ordeal made him feel nauseous, especially when he observed how supportive his mother was in the matter.

Turgon didn’t speak or acknowledge your existence. If you were residing in your preexisting home, you both slept in separate quarters. He even made an effort to become familiar with your schedule to ensure you didn’t cross paths because he wanted to avoid giving the impression of any interest in making things work.

It felt like living alone with a brooding spectre who constantly muttered under his breath as though he was casting a spell. He was quick to anger and often directed his frustration at everyone around him, not just his and your parents. Congratulations, you were arranged to someone who unjustly blamed you.

Like his cousins, you had to assert yourself and demand respect, forcing your voice above his constant grumbling.

“Listen, I’ll make this clear just once, so don’t make me repeat myself. Stop blaming me and direct your frustrations at my parents and yours. We’re in this together whether we like it or not—so accept it and put an end to the complaining, just like I did. We’re going to make this work—we don’t have to share a bed or be best friends, but we should find common ground and understanding. I won’t accept ‘no’ as an answer, as it’s proven to be pointless, so stop whining and work with me!”

You earned his respect because no one had the audacity to confront him like that without fearing his explosive anger. From that day on, there was a subtle change in the household routine, like not avoiding your schedules and sharing the same space (excluding the bedroom).

Any attempts at conversation were initiated by you, and you had to strain your ears to catch his mumbled responses. When it came to public appearances, he was as stiff as a board and communicated sparingly.

However, it was his instinct to defend you and his family if anyone made disrespectful comments about your situation. That was something for him and you to contemplate, not for others to meddle in, so someone would be put in their place. That night, you saw the most emotion from him apart from his temper.

An incident like that brought you both a step closer to displaying your emotions and feelings, particularly your protectiveness toward him. As simple as it may seem, he wanted to know about your day and if anyone insulted you when you were out. It was a step in the growth of your relationship.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Argon

Argon is fucking bewildered and struggling to comprehend the situation because he’s still a young individual being informed of an arranged marriage he never wanted. He responds with profanity and loud protests until his father intervenes to calm him down.

He despises every moment of it, particularly when he recalls how his cousins and brothers were subjected to the same process. He can’t believe he’s in the same situation despite his strong desire to find love on his own. Even if you were present in the room, his anger blinds him to your concern.

For days to weeks, you two may not exchange words, with occasional glances and stares being the only form of communication. Even after the marriage, he only engages in minimal conversation, ensuring your well–being and comfort in the shared space, though his tone is often filled with bitterness.

Initially, your marriage feels like cohabitating with a mere housemate, as your interactions are limited to household chores. Meaningful conversations based on your interests are virtually non–existent. It would take significant time and effort before either of you musters the courage to address the awkward silence in the house, ideally during breakfast.

“May I speak? No, it’s not about breakfast; it’s about us. We’ve been living like roommates for months, hardly even acquaintances. All we do together is eat and do chores. I know you’re still upset about this arrangement—so am I—but I’d appreciate it if we could replace this white noise with something resembling friendship. We’re already living together, so we’re past the stage of being strangers.”

Argon is genuinely sorry to discover that you desire more meaningful interactions rather than distance, which he had assumed. Your first breakthrough occurs when you jest about his misinterpretation of your gestures, breaking the awkward silence with a touch of Argon’s playful nature.

Following in the footsteps of his eldest brother, he emulates his gestures in the hopes of fostering a deeper connection. Although his emotions make him eager and impulsive, he doesn’t want you to bear the blame for his dissatisfaction.

Eventually, a level of vulnerability emerges in your discussions, allowing both of you to overcome this significant turning point in your lives. More joy and laughter infuse the household as you both express your opinions, views on the situation, and expectations for the future. Given his youth and the wealth of advice he’s received on arranged marriages, he engages in meaningful conversations to ensure you share the same expectations.

He has no intention of subjecting you to the mistreatment that others might inflict on their spouses, placing trust in you and expecting the same in return. For the majority of your marriage, despite lingering awkwardness, you manage to build a friendship with someone who is open and respectful.

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[lamemaster]

Songs of Heart- Fall

Pairing: Turgon x Reader x Fingon (hehe)

Genre: Dramamamama and Angsssst

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Had you known better, you would have never looked his way. You would have shielded your eyes from his. Yet, despite the lament, you are certain that you would have done it. You would have betrayed yourself even with the foreknowledge of your destruction.

Fall | Winter | Spring | Summer | Epilogue

AN: Literally no one asked for this but I want to write a forbidden cliche fic. I want to write messed up yearning miserable meow meows. This one is to make Turukano the main character.

In the passing ages of the world, there is little that remains unchanging. Mountains that once stood unflinching have crumbled to dust, lands have drifted in the sea to form masses different from your times, trees have ceased to speak as they once did. Yet, in all this, your heart remains unchanging. It has, like an unrelenting rock, embedded itself into your soul. Anchoring you to the past that never intends to return.

Long ago, when the world was young and so were you, you fell in love. A stupid stubborn love that latched itself to you for eternity. Your love for Turukano.

Had you known better, you would have never looked his way. You would have shielded your eyes from his. Yet, despite the lament, you are certain that you would have done it. You would have betrayed yourself even with the foreknowledge of your destruction.

You have always known Turukano. He was glued to your cousin, Findarato, from birth. It hadn’t been hard to form a friendship in the early days of your existence. Even your younger brother Ecthellion had grown fond of the little prince, who always insisted on being the king in all your house games. 

You have loved him from the earliest memories of your existence. It was inevitable to not love someone who seemed to possess the softest heart yet, very few words. A being who felt like the comfiest haven in the entire world surrounding you.

Your days that had started with a Turukano that barely reached your and Findarato’s shoulders ended with him towering over almost every elf in Valinor. Much to your annoyance your younger brother, Ecthellion followed the suit. 

It was a pleasant sunny morning when you were dazedly sprawled in your aunt Earwen’s beloved garden, next to a Findarato who was lost in the act of whistling with little sparrows. Your eyes were almost glazed over with the sluggish warmth that carried the scent of citrus flowers that bloomed on trees your aunt had once made you and your cousin plant. 

Your father had followed his elder sister Earwen's suit and wed a Noldo. A noblewoman of stature befitting of a prince. So it wasn't a surprise that you and Findarato were two peas in a pod. Accompanied by Turukano, who expanded the pod to three peas, followed by Ecthellion who followed your trio in every way possible.

“Do you think the sparrows came with this tongue or our people made it for them?” Findarato asked flipping to his side facing you from where he lay. “If they did, why could they not have taught trees the same tongue? Would be easier if everyone could communicate I am tired of translating this tree’s grudge against spikey nests." He sighed with a burden he himself had sought in the first place.

Blinking away the sleep in your eyes you tried to think about it. “Could have been someone like your uncle Curufinwe, who wanted to torment everyone with a thousand different dialects,” you yawned stretching your body into the cool grass, almost scaring away the butterfly that rested on your shoulder.

Findarato grumbled about your lacking sense of humor and returned to mitigate the argument between the tree and the sparrow. 

You remember the exact moment when you turned your head to look in the direction that the vibration of his steps rang under the Earth that your head rested on. You raised your head to rest on your arms as you saw him rush in.

But the lazy smile that had etched itself on your face froze at the look in his eyes. How did you know? Turukano’s eyes held a horrified expression, his serene poised face was crumpled by a frown, however, what gave away were his eyes. Full of unshed tears and desperation you did not understand.

It would take you years to realize what that expression was. It was grief. Mourning as if someone had died. You did not possess that knowledge during your days of peace.

Perhaps someone did. Perhaps a dream had.

That peaceful afternoon turned out to be the first doom laid on your life.

Turukano’s marriage to Elenwe had been a diplomatic whirlwind. A process you were quite familiar with. Your own parents had been a part of you. Your mother a Noldorian courtier and your father, Olwe’s youngest son. 

A move on the part of an accommodating but cunning Nolofinwe, to lure his father from the hills of Formenos back to Tirion. It didn't hurt to strengthen the ties with Vanya for the second in line for the throne. 

But for you, it was a sentence worse than a lifetime in the Void. You never had a chance to confess. Never heard anything from him. The only thing you possessed was the fleeting look in his eyes as he slid the ring of betrothal onto Elenwe’s finger.

You couldn’t attend the wedding that seemed to have brought the high king back to Tirion. The entire Valinor seemed to have celebrated the union that reassembled the match of Finwe and Indis. Instead, you spent the rest of the year hiding the illness that plagued your body. A slow rot from your lungs to the rest of you. 

So it came as a surprise when you returned home from a year at Lorein to the sight of Princess Anaire in your home. With a simple letter in her hands, she smiled at you as she continued her excited chatter with your parents. 

A letter that contained the proposal that brought hopeful smiles to your parent’s faces. 

Etched in flawless handwriting was the proposal of your wedding to the firstborn of Prince Nolofinwe, Prince Findekano, who had returned from his century-long apprenticeship with the Maiar of Yavanna. 

A proposal that would have been sent to Elenwe of Valmar, had it come a year early. 

But you too were a match worthy to Anaire’s son, just not the one you had loved. Your father has been overjoyed. Most Teleri were. For their princess to marry the firstborn of Nolofinwe, was a fate similar to the one that your aunt Earwen had borne decades ago. Hers had been of her choosing.

Your first meeting with Findekano was arranged a day before your betrothal to him. A fever dream that is a blur of past recollections, distant conversations from childhood and Turukano. 

Every mention of his name seared your heart with marks that dug into the existing scars of the past. Like a Knave you yearned for him, even then. 

Your courting with Findekano barely lasted half a year before you were both rushed into a marriage that aimed to retry repairing the ties, Turukano and Elenwe’s union had failed to repair. To appease the infamous Feanaro out of his exile in Formenos. 

Invitations were sent to all and everyone. Especially, to Nelyafinwe, who Findekano claimed to be his dearest cousin. You visited the deary walls of Formenos with Fingon to meet the cousin who practically raised him. To urge the elf to attend a wedding you did not expect yourself to make it to.

The world revolved around the preparations for your wedding. Yet, your heart was stuck mourning a loss from the past. As if his name was written all over it repeatedly.

The smile on your face felt bitter. But it seems to work for all around you. 

Even Findekano, who serenaded you hanging from your balcony in the hours of Silver, seemed to believe the brittle laughter that fell effortlessly from your lips. And mistook the pained wetness of your eyes with tears of mirth.

But you felt your fea unraveling. Under your father’s gaze, Anaire and Nolofinwe’s feasts, Findekano’s jests. 

And perhaps they all had known the mess you were behind your act. Turukano knew. 

You saw the trepidation in his eyes when Elenwe excitedly whispered the news of her child to you. You had smiled brightly as you always did. You hugged her and wished upon her the blessing of Varda. 

You responded to Findekano’s subsequent jest with a well-versed roll of eyes and blushing smile but your heart barely held itself together. Ignoring the caving walls you smiled and laughed in the role that you were given. The world seemed to be drunk off your misery. 

And your smile did not falter when you congratulated Turukano as a friend should have. As a dear childhood friend. Your facade was immaculate to your belief. You have learned it well over the past year.

That night, the illness returned, only this time it managed to etch itself into your fea. A creeping realization of your fall. Self-loathing filled your every pore. You were envious of a child. You wanted one. You wanted him and his child. Your wretched self wanted everything that Turukano was. 

The elf you grew up playing house with. He was your prince. He had woven the tale of your play so well that you in your foolishness had believed it to be true. Were you too broken to give up on a silly dream he had moved on from? 

Back then no drought, no salve, no chant helped the rot that climbed into the crevices of your fea. 

The next day you married Findekano on the shores of Alqualonde with a blinding smile. Covered the rot of your fea with a wedding bond.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #noldor elves #angst #fingon x reader #turgon x reader #Turgon #Fingon #Shot goes down #unfulfilled love #love triangle #please spare my drama-driven heart ✌️

[lovefairymina]

Turgon, I don’t think you’re going to fit *blushes*

Panting and feeling himself slowly disintegrating with very passing second his remained nestled in you, his body shook. Beads of sweat rolled down his face and body and dripped on your frame underneath him. Leaning his in and dropping his lips to the shell of your ear, he snickered, “I thought the same thing, but here we are, perfect fit.”

#♡{sweet.kisses} ~ {turgon} #silm smut #silm imagines #turgon imagine #turgon x you #turgon x reader #turgon #turukano #turukáno #nolofinweans #house of fingolfin #middle earth imagine

[animatorweirdo]

Mermaid AU: Imagine meeting the house of Fingolfin

Mermaid AU

(I hope this will be to your liking Sunnie and I hope this works as a little special for getting your blog finally out of shadowban)

Requested by @a-contemplation-upon-flowers​​

Warnings: mentions of past violence, hunting, some racial stuff, curious mers, drama, reader getting almost and once knocked down by a wave. 

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It was a prominent rule for the merfolk never to approach the lands or humans. However, it did not stop some curious mers from coming to the surface, and coincidentally you just happened to be on the beach when certain members of the house of Fingolfin were swimming around.

Fingon

-He was swimming around the shores with his siblings and cousins, playing a game where they would try to spot a human on the beach. It was a harmless game since humans rarely showed around on the lonely shore. 

-It was a bit disappointing since he always wanted to see and talk with a human despite all the stories and rumors he had heard as a youngling. He didn't believe all humans were evil and that there would be one human who would not wish to harm a mer. 

-So, when he suddenly spotted you picking some seashells on the beach, he was excited. 

-His siblings and cousins dived away when he pointed at you, leaving him confused and alone. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to swim toward you. 

-Fingon quietly sneaked toward you, hiding behind rocks and observing you humming a song and picking up seashells. 

-He was fascinated as you looked and behaved nothing like a monster many described your kind to be. Your legs looked strange, and you looked happy when you found a seashell to your collection. 

-Tempted to talk to you. Fingon thought about approaching you, but before he could do anything, he got stopped by his younger brother. His brother tried to convince him to leave in a hushed tone while Fingon tried to calm him down and keep his voice down. 

-Without him knowing, you heard their voices from the rocks and decided to investigate. 

-Fingon shushed his brother and looked over the rocks to check on you, only to find you standing right in front of him. You stared at each other for a moment, making him nervous, but then you smiled and greeted him with a friendly hello. 

-He was encouraged by your friendly nature, and you two began talking. 

-He did not know you thought he was just another human until he jumped from the rocks to get closer to you, and you saw his tail. He froze when you stared at his lower half with surprise, but then you began to marvel at his blue scales and fins, calling them beautiful. 

-You excitedly asked questions, and Fingon felt delighted despite feeling embarrassed when you kept touching his tail and fins. 

-You quickly became friends, and he helped you find more seashells by diving them from the seafloor. 

-When he asked why you did not seem bothered that he was a mer, you told him your parents raised you to be respectful toward everyone, even those who are a bit more unique and strange. 

-You also grew up with your grandmother's stories about meeting a mer before, so you were excited to know his kind truly existed. 

-His siblings thought he was mad for talking to you, and he got an earful from his parents when he returned home, and they found out what happened. They grounded him for a week. 

-However, Fingon could not help but come to the beach more often, especially when you were waiting for him. He suspected he would get grounded, so you didn’t mind that you had to wait a week to see him again. 

-You two would tell stories and jokes about your kin. Fingon especially liked listening to all the rumors humans had about his people. 

-You sometimes brought him sweets and fruits from the land since he was interested in trying human food, and he became addicted to the sweets and fruits. He especially liked watermelons, and you made a habit of bringing watermelons whenever you visited him. 

-He was not fond of tart things like lemons and star fruits. They reminded him of the sour oyster soup he hated as a child. 

-He enjoyed spending time with you, and as your friendship grew, he brought you a golden ribbon since you liked them and how beautifully they decorated his dark hair. It was your sign of friendship and no matter what, Fingon would always value you as a friend. 

Turgon

-Turgon preferred to follow the rules, so he didn’t swim around the beach very often. He would keep his distance and not even think about approaching the shores unless he had to babysit his siblings and keep them out of trouble. 

-He believed that humans were nothing but trouble. If that wasn't true, why would his father and all the elders keep telling that to him and all the other younger mers? 

-He would not even think about talking to a human. 

-One day, he was on babysitting duty, and one of his younger siblings was playing around too close to the rocky shores. He tried to scold them, only to get himself lost in the rocks. 

-He was frustrated by his predicament, loudly rambling and complaining about his situation as he then decided to sit on the rock to bathe in the sun for a moment. He was unaware his rambling had caught your attention. 

-You were curious when you heard someone talk since no one else visited the beach but you for your knowledge. You walked to the rocks to investigate and found a merman sitting on a rock.

-He was muttering something under his breath while you observed him, and when the muttering stopped, he turned to look at you. You stared at each other for a moment before he shrieked and swooped his tail hard to splash you with water.

-You got hit by the wave, and you stood there shocked and soaked with water while the merman silently stared at you. You then called him rude. 

-Turgon was mildly panicking. He thought some of the stories of your kind were exaggerations, but he didn’t think of them as a joke. He picked one of the seashells you dropped and threatened to hit you with it like it was some sort of weapon. 

-You tried to calm him down and explain you meant no harm. 

-Turgon was not willing to believe you, but since you looked harmless, he toned down his voice but kept his distance. 

-You two began to talk, and he asked odd questions like why you did not have razor teeth or green skin like some elders said your kind to have. It made you laugh when you asked why he believed that. 

-You decided to tease him by telling how some humans saw the merfolk as vicious sirens who lured innocent sailors away. Turgon was offended by that, so he lectured you, resulting in some small banter between you two. 

-You bantered mers being more dangerous than humans, while Turgon did the opposite. 

-Turgon felt frustrated with you, but he was relieved that you were not aggressive or vicious like how the stories made you out to be. 

-He was still weary of you, but he thanked you when you guided him out of that rock maze, and he disappeared beneath the sea. 

-He tried to forget the whole thing, but he only got more questions about your kind and sometimes went to the shore to see if you were there. 

-When you saw him again, you welcomed him with a smile and conversed with him. 

-He learned more about humans from you, and his views on them being troublesome creatures changed just a little thanks to you.

-Turgon did not like to admit it, but he was getting comfortable with you. 

-He tried to visit you just a bit, and sometimes you brought him human items and food for him to try. 

-He wasn’t planning to eat anything, but when you pestered him, he decided to try and see if some of them were so amazing like you said. Some of them tasted plan, but he grew to like tea and the almond biscuits.

-He grew to like your company, even if you irritated him, but he was afraid to consider you a friend because of the rules of his kin. 

-He did not know how his family and people would react if they found out that he had befriended a human, so he tried to see you little as possible and visit you for only educational purposes.

-He tried to limit his visits, so he would not get attached to seeing you because – Turgon knew deep down in his heart he cared about you like a friend, and it would break his heart to see you hurt if he suddenly stopped visiting you. 

-So, he tried to enjoy it while he still could. 

Aredhel

- Aredhel has always been curious about humans and never understood why she couldn’t interact with them. Of course, there were stories of how they used to attack merfolk and take their scales and tails, but those times were hundreds of years ago, so things should be different. 

-She understood the rules, but she has always been a rebel. So one day, when she was hanging out with her cousin, she spotted you picking some seashells on the beach, and her mischievous nature tempted her to sneak up on you and try to scare the living soul out of you. 

-It was troublesome to get closer to you, so she caught your attention and lured you toward the rocks where she was hiding, and when you were close enough, that’s when she made her attack. 

-You screamed when you felt someone grab on your ankle, so out of flight instinct, you dropped your seashells and kicked the perpetrator’s face. 

-Aredhel groaned when your foot made contact with her face, and she came out of her hiding spot with a swelling nose. You got angry and started angrily scolding her while trying to ease the bleeding from her nose. 

-Aredhel was snapping back at you as you sounded like her parents until she remembered you were a human, and her tail was out for your view, yet you didn’t scream or do anything like the elder mers once told her how humans would react to a mer. 

-You were pretty annoyed and agitated at that moment because all you wanted to do was pick some seashells and have a peaceful day, so when she asked about your reaction to her fishy tail. You told her you didn’t give a damn about her being a mermaid. 

-You got her interest, so she tried to make you stay and talk with her more as you tried to leave. 

-She nagged you so much that you snapped at her and asked if she would stop talking if you came to see her tomorrow. 

-It made Aredhel excited, so when she went home and spent the night. She left upon the first light of dawn and waited for you at the beach. 

-You didn’t plan to see her again. However, you didn’t like breaking promises, so you sucked in your pride and returned to the beach where she was waiting. 

-Aredhel was excited to see you again and wanted to play games with you. You first refused to enter the water, but then she pulled you in, and you got soaked from head to toe. It made you pissed, but since you got soaked – you decided to hold it in and play whatever she wanted. 

-Playing games with her was fun for a while, and then you began sharing some stories about your people, and Aredhel made you answer some old questions about humans and their habits. 

-You thought her questions were weird, but you answered and brought some stuff from the land for her to see and try. 

-Aredhel fell in love with the sour sweets and brought you some old human artifacts from her cousins’ old hideout so you could identify them and tell her what they do since not many in her home knew what they were. 

-You didn’t want to admit it, but spending time with her was starting to get fun, and you enjoyed telling her what each item did when she brought them for you to see. It was like educating an excited child. 

-You still thought she was annoying, but when she brought seals to the surface, and they were friendly, your thoughts about her being annoying vanished. 

 -You were excited to pet the seals, and their black googly eyes made you weak from the knees. They were like overgrown sea puppies, and it made you chuckle when Aredhel told you they were like their version of a hunting hound. 

-You started to see each other more often. You sometimes brought Aredhel some food and stuff to see, and she brought you some items from her home. 

-But sometimes, she liked to brag and bring her hunting trophies for you to see, and you had gotten several heart attacks when she suddenly picked up a giant squid or a shark from the water with her two bare hands. 

-You were impressed but found it quickly annoying. 

-She was no ordinary little mermaid, that’s for sure. 

Argon

-Argon has always been wary of humans. The stories about humans hunting his kind and taking their scales always made his skin crawl, even if it was an exaggeration to keep young mers in check. 

-Following Turgon's example, he avoided the land and anything related to the surface world. 

-So, when he and his siblings were swimming around the shore. He was anxious to go home since he didn’t like to spend much time near the human beach. 

-After playing hide and seek, his tail suddenly got caught in old fishing nets. 

-He went into a panic, trashing and trying to call out for his siblings, but his call ended up gaining someone else's attention, yours.

-You were picking some seashells until you were startled by someone’s calls for help. They were coming from the rocks, so you thought someone got injured, and like a decent person, you dropped everything and went to investigate, intending to help whoever was in trouble. 

- However, you did not expect to find a boy with a tail of a fish caught in old fishing nets. 

-Argon panicked when he saw you and your legs. He began to pull harder and hiss at you threateningly. You tried to calm him down since his trashing caused the nets to make cuts on his tail and lose a few scales. 

-You were taken back when he spoke to you in a threatening tone, but you did not mind and tried to convince him to let you untie him. 

-Argon was hesitant, but since he did not know any other way to get free without injuring himself. He let you approach him with a strict warning. You tried to comply and carefully started untying his tail from the nets. 

-Argon felt uncomfortable and weary as you used your fingers to open the knots and pull the threads away. 

-When you finally got the last of the nets off his tail. Argon didn't waste time and quickly swam away. You were happy and sad for a moment since the encounter was short-lived, but you hoped he would return safely to his home. 

-Argon’s siblings embraced him when they finally found him. They then panicked when they noticed the cuts on his tail and tried to coerce him to tell them what happened. 

-Argon didn’t want to get into trouble, so he told them he was clumsy and got stuck in some nets, leaving you out of the truth. 

-They were glad he was alright and finally decided to go home with him. 

-However, the encounter did not leave his mind, and he thought about how calm and gentle you were with him. You were nothing like how he imagined humans to be, and he was intrigued even though he did not want to admit it. 

-He sometimes came to the shore to see if you were there and when he saw you again. He decided to approach you. 

-You were startled when you saw him, but you quickly smiled and greeted him. Argon felt reluctant for a moment, but he mustered the courage to return your greeting. 

-You asked about his well-being and tail, and he felt courageous enough to tell you that his tail had healed from the cuts and decided to ask you some questions. 

-You were calm with him and answered his questions even if they were odd. 

-You asked questions about his people to keep it fair and when Argon felt comfortable enough with you. You two ended up talking throughout the day. 

-Argon enjoyed talking to you even though he most likely shouldn't have because you were a human, and it was forbidden for mers to interact with humans. He shouldn’t even be there. 

-You introduced him to human items and foods, and he grew to like the fruits and berries you brought from the forest. Apples and pomegranates being his favorite so far. 

-He thought about returning the favor and bringing some sweets and foods from his home, which turned out to be too sweet or sour for you. You tasted a little cake but had to spit it out immediately because it was salty as the sea. 

-Argon felt terrible about it, but you quickly brushed it off with a smile. It seemed the merfolk food tasted stronger than human food. 

-He started seeing you more often, and you would always wait at the same shore with a smile. 

-You sometimes go swimming together, and Argon enjoys bringing you to see some dolphin pods, which sometimes end up in playtime with them. 

-Argon knew he shouldn’t do this, but he couldn’t help it because he grew to like your company. It was thanks to you his views on humans had changed. 

-He was still weary of them when you told him some people were nasty by heart and would do anything for wealth and power. But he now believed there were good humans too. 

Fingolfin

-Fingolfin was a stickler for the rules, so Turgon most likely got that from him. 

-He felt weary about the humans and the surface world. He heard all the stories about how they used to hunt his kin thousands of years ago and how the surface world was full of strange creatures. And because of all those stories, he preferred to stay away from the shores. 

-However, there were those times when he had to break the rules, and this time it happened on the shores. 

-He was with Feanor, who had an odd habit of coming to the shore to think and sketch his new inventions and ideas for jewelry. 

-He always felt uncomfortable watching the lands from the rocks, waiting for a human or something else to happen, so he tried to convince Feanor to come back with him. However, since his brother was stubborn as a shark, the two ended up in a  banter that attracted someone’s attention. 

-You were startled when you heard the two argue. It was loud and like something you would usually hear from two arguing siblings. 

-You thought about leaving them alone since they were probably just two brothers having a banter, but when you heard them from the rocks and odd splashing sounds, you got curious and a little concerned. People usually avoid the rocky parts of the shore due to the currents and waves, so you decided to check if the two brothers were alright. 

-Feanor and Fingolfin froze when they heard someone call out to them from the land. Feanor took a quick look, then dropped down, telling Fingolfin it was a human. Fingolfin panicked when he saw a frightened look on Feanor’s face. 

-The younger mer asked what they should do, and Feanor snapped at him while trying to be silent, which led to another banter between them. 

-When you got closer and called out to them again, the banter stopped. 

-When you asked if anything was alright, you heard one of them answering and telling you everything was well. 

-Fingolfin was silently panicking as he watched Feanor answering your calls and questions while the two hid behind the rocks. Interacting with humans was forbidden, and here – they were, talking to one. Their father was not going to be pleased about this. 

-Feanor managed to assure you everything was well, and you decided to leave after making sure there was no emergency. You told them to be careful and call you if there was something since you were picking seashells on the beach. 

-Fingolfin was marveled by Feanor’s coercion skills and anxious since you were not leaving the shore, so there was still a high risk of being seen. It was only by luck you thought they were humans and didn’t see their tails. 

-Fingolfin tried to convince Feanor to leave, and he cursed under his breath when Feanor wanted to observe you like a rare fish. 

-Feanor was quickly irritated by him, and the two snapped at each other while trying to be quiet, which did not work since you could hear them. 

-You were confused when they talked about you like you were some rare animal, and you felt like something was not right, so you decided to investigate and silently sneak up on them. 

-You were silent and careful when you sneaked behind the rocks. You used their banter to your advantage, and when you finally found them, you were stunned. You had never thought you would see a real merman, so you stared with shock as the two mers argued about leaving and observing. 

-Fingolfin had no idea you already saw them till Feanor went quiet and stared at something behind him. When he turned, you three began awkwardly staring at each other. You were still trying to comprehend the realness of the situation, but when they saw you, it became an awkward silence. 

-” Ummm…hi,” You waved. 

-Fingolfin shrieked and swept his tail to splash you hard with water, and he succeeded as the force of the wave knocked you off the rocks. You yelped as the water hit you, and you dropped your seashells. 

-When it was silent after your fall, Fingolfin and Feanor decided to check on you and found you knocked out on a rock, your seashells all around you. You were soaked, and it looked like sea stars were spinning above your head. 

-Feanor then congratulated and told Fingolfin he killed you. 

-Fingolfin could only groan at the remarks and asked what they should do since you were unconscious and it would be wrong to leave you alone on the rocks.

-Feanor suggested he should probably wait till you woke up, then proceeded to leave Fingolfin alone with you. 

-Fingolfin cursed his half-brother when he suddenly got left alone with you. There was no doubt Feanor would tell their father and get him into trouble for breaking the rules. He could follow him and prevent it from happening, but he would leave you alone with possible dangers. 

-He thought it was immoral to leave you, especially when you were unconscious and possibly injured by his mistake. Not to mention all the predators that could take the chance to eat you if he left you alone. 

-He decided to go against all the rules and wait till you woke up, and it took some time before you finally woke up. 

-You woke up with a terrible headache, and your seashells scattered all around you. You were confused and almost forgot what happened till you saw Fingolfin, and he explained what happened to you. 

-You thanked him for watching over you and tried to have a small talk with him, but he was already leaving after apologizing to you for what happened. 

-You were persistent in talking to him since you were excited and tried to make him stay a bit longer, which confused and unnerved him. 

-However, when you spoke about some rumors and myths about the merfolk. It got Fingolfin’s attention, and he decided to ask about them. 

-When he heard preposterous rumors and ideas about the merfolk, he was a little offended by some of the assumptions and decided to educate you on what was true and what was not. 

-You listened as he told you about his kin, and time began to pass since he got caught up listening to you when you talked about your kin and confirmed rumors some mers had about humans. 

-He was surprised at how pleasant it was to talk with you and how similar some humans were with merfolk. He was relieved when you told them the stories about humans hunting merfolk and scales were old stories of the past, and nowadays, humans don’t believe merfolks exist, so it was relatively safe. 

-Fingolfin then panicked when he saw the sundown and realized he had overstayed. 

-He quickly dived back into the water and bid you farewell, but when you asked if you would ever see him again – he hesitated. It was rather fun talking with you, and his views on humans had changed thanks to you, but there was still that feeling he should not interact with you. 

-The rules were rules, and it was probably only for the best. 

-When he told you his reasons, you nodded with understanding and thanked him for the experience of meeting him. You promised you’ll say nothing about him or his kin to other humans, not that anyone would believe you. 

-You would have liked listening to him more about his kin, but if it was for the best, you do not talk to each other– you’ll not push it. 

-Fingolfin was glad and trusted your words. You bid goodbye, and he returned to his home in Tirion. 

-He got into trouble as anticipated, but after telling his father what happened and how he only stayed behind to make sure you were alright. His father was lenient enough to understand and let him go with only a warning, which displeased Feanor. 

-Fingolfin couldn't forget about you for some time. You were curious and kind, unlike other humans and those he had conjured in his mind. You felt safe to be around, so he felt a bit disappointed by the rules for the first time in his life. 

-He will be forever grateful to you because after talking with you, he was proud to say he knew more about humans than Feanor did because Feanor only knew what books and other mers told him. His dear half-older brother wanted to know what happened and what you told him, so he kept his mouth shut, and Feanor was left frustrated. It was enjoyment Fingolfin had not felt in a long time. 

-However, like his brother. He would have liked to know more about humans from you.

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[eunoiaastralwings]

Your writing is so incredibly talented and you just have such a way with words, putting out ideas into beautiful stories! So for that thank you so much! Can I please request a Turgon x Female Reader in Gondolin where she’s a human his guards found outside the boarders and he’s crazy protective of the hidden kingdom and requests her to be brought in. But reader is actually a medic who lost her group. Kinda a slow burn love story and he falls in love and asks her to stay with him? Answer is yes!

Elen Lantanwanya (My Fallen Star)

Part 1 (reading), Part 2, Part 3

featuring turgon x reader

fandom tolkien — the silmarillion

a/n awe thnx hun! - am so happy to hear that! I turned this into a 2 part two— here's the 1st part let me know what you think and if i should continue — thank you!

warnings blood, injury, medics, trust issues

A heavy breath left as Turgon looked at you - bruised and frail, like a fallen star found on his borders by his guards. He was almost afraid to touch - you looked so delicate and fragile.

When he asked his guards to bring you in – he never expected you to look so beautiful.

Yes – your hair was matted, fixed with dirt and blood and mud covered your arms and clothes – but there was something Turgon almost found beautiful in the fallen and hurt.

You had fallen unconscious by the time his guards brought you in – drained and dehydrated.

His medics worked around the clock to bring you back to consciousness at least – Turgon didn’t understand why he desperately wanted you to regain consciousness.

The logical part of him thought it was he needed to interrogate you – make sure you weren’t a spy or servant of Morgoth.

For a few hours – Turgon watched you with cautious eyes as tried to fight for your consciousness.

How long were you out there to suffer badly?

You were injured and bruised too.

Turgon’s eyes were twitching at the ongoing unanswered question – he remembered it was something his dearest big brother Finno always teased him for.

Turgon wanted to know anything and everything – if it meant keeping his family safe and when he didn’t it annoyed him and his hano would advise him ‘You can’t always know everything, brother, wait and see. . .’

It was in the middle of dinner with his daughter – when a guard came rushing forward.

“My king – forgive me! But the human woke up and is causing havoc! – The human not listening to us!”

Turgon raised an eyebrow – his guards couldn’t handle one little human.

Even his daughter seemed surprised at the statement – nevertheless Turgon left his dinner to witness the wreck you were making.

When he entered he was quite surprised to see the room covered in broken pots and clays – those were easily replaceable – however it was the herbal medicine Turgon was worried about.

He rushed in – surprised to see herbs were left unharmed.

You were there to – your shaking body trying to hold you upright when you were carefully analysing a herb.

“Arugula. . .”

He heard you concluding.

“How do you know that?”

Turgon asked.

If you didn’t notice him before – you did not.

You gasped and tried to grab the first thing you could use as a weapon, – a piece of broken clay.

But your shaking feet gave you out.

You landed on the broken shards – hissing and crying in pain.

But you quickly scrambled up when the alarmed elf tried to reach you.

“No!”

You shouted – scared and frightened.

You hid yourself underneath a table – trying to make yourself as small as possible.

There were many nasty elves out there – he could be one of them.

One could never be too careful.

True – it wasn't the elves' fault you lost your group – but because of the orcs – Eru only knows how you survived.

But you still couldn’t trust just anyone easily.

Turgon recognized the fear in your eyes – a search for safety – willing to do almost anything to keep away from harm.

It was something he hoped never to see in the eyes of his own people.

Turgon sighed and bent your height – kneeing quietly on the ground.

He looked at you with a warm smile – it reminded you of moonlight over the still sea.

Slowly for you to see – he held out a hand.

“It’s alright – I will not harm you, elen lantanwanya” (My fallen star).

Still you shook your head – more afraid now because he used a language you didn’t understand.

You felt imprisoned in a world that was nothing like yours – you felt lost and scared.

Turgon sighed again and nodded – thinking it was best to leave you be.

You would come out in your own time.

He had advised his medics to give you anything you required and leave it at a safe distance – anything to keep from being more scared.

A week passed – while you had accepted the food and water they offered you after 2 days – you still refused to come out from under the table and greet them – especially Turgon.

He visited you everybody – you were almost getting used to his daily visits.

He asked you for your name – but you chose not to answer.

Then he asked for where you come from – you were reluctant in answering that, but you did.

Explaining you were from a village from the east – which had been destroyed. You meekly explained you were out with your group when orcs attacked and lost them.

You didn’t say anything more – he didn’t need to know anything, you decided.

So you kept yourself hidden.

Well – that was until one day – guards came in badly injured from outside the hidden city.

Your eyes widened at the number of wounded soldiers – even with all the medics present it still wasn’t enough.

You overheard it was an ambush by orcs.

You held down your pride and stood to help – after all there was a vow medics made to themselves – they would never let life die without trying to save them first.

You raced through the room trying to get whatever you required – the elvish medics were surprised with the knowledge you had – and the skills you performed with fast and careful hands.

You easily helped him – moving from one patient to the next.

You were almost sweating and exhausted by the end of it – there was a large number of them after all.

You sighed out in relief when a medic assisted you – you were too exhausted and scared you were going to mess up.

Your limbs feel heavy and you thought you would collapse any minute.

You tried to walk away from them – but suddenly your back collided with someone.

You turned to apologize – your eyes widened seeing it was that elf.

Turgon looked at you in shock and surprise – you were a medic?

You gulped – when you watched you carefully.

“You’re a medic, elen lantanwanya?”

There was it again – what did it mean?

You remembered you called you that again and again – probably because you never gave him your name.

You took a deep breath and nodded.

The both of you carefully looked at each other.

You still didn’t know if you could trust him – and you figured maybe he thought the same.

But his eyes were kind and wise – someone who held courage, goodness and bravery.

Over the years – as a medic you were learning to read people.

But those were humans – your own.

Are elves the same? 

should I continue?

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[aeonianarchives]

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

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

Mockingbird

Summery: Request

Pairing: Finrod x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Glorfindel's Sister?" Finrod questioned

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elvish Translations:

Aran - king

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[polutrope]

By the way, do you have the impression that Turgon and Thingoil are characters that I think Tolkien liked and admired much more than most people who write fanfics, that Tolkie really admired them and has better opinions of them than many people in the fandom in relation to fanfic about them.

Hi Anon!

I am probably not the most knowledgeable about fandom-wide opinions because most of the opinions I'm exposed to are from people on my dash that I've chosen to follow, and I read fic by and recommended by that community of people. That being said, I try to branch out and remain open to various interpretations. My experience participating in fandom this way has actually led me to a lot of people and writers with quite nuanced, generally favourable opinions on Turgon and Thingol! It's only from those people that I have heard that this is not necessarily the norm 😔.

Based on what I have heard and occasionally encountered, I do think Tolkien "liked and admired" Turgon and Thingol more than many readers in fandom, but, crucially, I don't think he was approaching them with the same mindset as most of those fans who take an unfavourable, even hostile, view of them.

I'm not an expert on Tolkien the Man, i.e. who he was as a person and how that was brought into his writing, but I do know that he was a scholar and enjoyer of literary traditions that did not follow the conventions of dominant contemporary storytelling. Many of the stories that inspired Tolkien were about legendary, epic heroes who were violent, fallible, selfish, etc... but still heroes -- basically because the genre said so. I didn't study Norse and Anglo-Saxon culture and traditions like Tolkien, but I did study Homeric literature a bit and the stories and heroes of the Silmarillion have always reminded me of those legends and characters (it's why I love it!).

I think it's impossible to reach a conclusive argument about the morality of or a verdict on the actions of e.g., Homer's Achilles or Odysseus. It can be diverting, an interesting mental exercise, creatively fulfilling, but I think the storytelling is ultimately incompatible with that kind of analysis. The characters just are what they are, and if the text says they are Great then they are. That's that.

I believe it's that way with Thingol and Turgon. We are told they are glorious and wise kings but a lot of what they actually do doesn't seem very glorious or wise. (Feanor is like this, too -- big time lol.) I think that's because the genre/traditions the Silm is inspired by do not necessitate that the story back up a character's "quality of excellence." We are just invited to accept it.

My sense is that that is not satisfying to many people (works for me though!). It is interesting to judge characters for their actions. It's what contemporary novels/TV/film/etc invite us to do, and many like doing it (again, not really me, but I'm strange).

(Tolkien's later writings, like LotR and some of the post-LotR writings, do invite this kind of reading, and I think that Tolkien at that stage was taking pains to show as well as tell us that X character was noble/wise/brave/etc. Which brings me to an issue that I think is at the root of so many interpretive disagreements about the published Silmarillion, namely that it's compiled from a selection of drafts written over decades and those drafts are not always compatible with one another in terms of genre and tone. Christopher did his darned best, and anyone who has read through HoMe will appreciate what an impressive job he did, but while he could iron out inconsistencies, without extensive rewriting -- which he was determined not to do -- I think incompatibilities like this were unavoidable. So we get Tinwelint from the 1917-19 Tale of the Nauglafring blended in a soup with Thingol of the 1950s Narn i Hin Hurin and the result makes for a bit of a strange aftertaste. There's even some full-on characterisation whiplash for those who are looking very very closely, as us fans like to do. Turgon is another character whose story is drawn from disparate strands of the Silmarillion's textual history, hmm... maybe something there.)

So, I have been theorising that all this is possibly why there seems to be a disconnect between Tolkien's presentation of characters like Thingol and Turgon and how much of the fandom receives and interprets them. Storyteller and reader are looking at things through incompatible lenses. Which is interesting! I think the problems (and vitriol) arise when people are not recognising that their opinions are filtered through a particular lens.

Probably far more than you were looking for with this Ask, but this issue has been circulating in my mind. I hope it makes some sense. I am trying to articulate half-formed thoughts through the fog of a head cold.

#asks #anon #turgon #thingol #meta

[doodle-pops]

House of Fingolfin | Getting Into a Fight For Their S/O

A/N: Finally decided to continue more headcanons for the other elves.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Fingolfin

He’s proper and never one for engaging in any physical altercations even if the situation escalated. Fingolfin is someone who would allow his men to dispose of the individual who dared to step to his level.

However, when the unknown situation arises and the need to become violent is necessary, I’m not sure who’s the one to put a leash on this terror of an elf, but it’s definitely more than five guards to hold him back from damaging the elf who spat absurdities at his family or you.

He’s made up of pure strength so brute force he required to drag him away from lunging at the ellon. Your appearance would assist in diluting his temper, drawing his focus to you and not the pulp of an elf lying on the floor.

Fingolfin would have landed hits to the elf, so his knuckles would be bruised, this you would nurse back to health while silently brooding and muttering under his breath at the speed of light.

You don’t pick up on anything he’s cursing on and on about, but you know it’s based on the situation. Just give him some kisses on his face and lead him far away to blow some steam off.

Take him for a long walk away from the kingdom and have him kick some rocks like a child. He’ll surely calm down after a week. “Have you calmed down yet?” “I’ve always been calm,” he says as his eye twitches.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Fingon

Can appear impulsive when he isn’t thinking right, but like his father, Fingon’s a composed individual and refuses to throw the first fist for something that can be solved otherwise. His solution is to walk away or laugh it off, which probably provokes the other person to take insulting jabs at those precious to him.

It’s gonna take a lot to make him lunge at the individual, preferably, the latter being the one to throw the first hit leaving him with no choice but to defend himself. In that moment, you can bet all his frustration would come pouring out.

The entire scene is unusual, watching Fingon engage in a physical altercation with a random elf which leads to everyone knowing it’s something serious and rushing to pull him away. It’ll take just Maedhros or Turgon to tug Fingon off the battered ellon.

To you, the scene is horrifying after watching a gentle–natured elf engaged in a fight. You know he’s not thinking straight with fury in his mind, so it’s for you to step in and dissolve his temper with soothing words and touches to his face. His siblings would stand guard, unsure of whether he’d break away.

For starters, he’s ashamed that you witnessed him so unhinged and would rather disappear for days into weeks before confronting you. It’s for you to ensure him that you don’t hate him for it. You have to hold him down and tend to his wounds while listening to his endless apologies.

Make him feel better with lots of cuddles and spending time with him away from everyone. “Come for some love, Finno,” you say as he wastes no time in running over to snuggle into your arms.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Turgon

Not the last person anyone would suspect to throw a fist, but the first person due to his cold temperament and judgemental persona. His temper is unmatched and will not hesitate to connect his fist with someone disrespecting him and his family.

I don’t believe anyone will survive his punches but let’s pretend this person does to receive a few more to create a brawl and you can witness Turgon becoming absolutely unhinged. It is quite easy to rile him up into becoming physically involved, yes, he would prefer to walk away but not when the disrespect is unspeakable.

Maybe his father has to pull him off or his brothers and cousins all together because like his father, he has the strength to match his stature. Turgon is a brute force of nature, so kudos to whoever is on the receiving end. However, what makes his attack dangerous is his stealth.

No one expects him to openly throw a hit because one minute he’s laughing and the next he’s on the floor beating someone up. Like?? It’s not a pleasant sight for you to witness though you’re aware of his sizzling temper and his bitter tongue. Plus, he probably got into fights as a child so it’s natural.

The only time you can approach him is when he’s already dragged off and in the healing wing being persecuted by his father (if he’s around). Your appearance would be the ice he needs to completely dissolve. He isn’t going to forget (this man holds grudges), but he’ll follow you as long as it’s far away from the altercation.

Take him on a random spur-of-the-moment holiday and pamper him like a baby. Of course, you will have to prepare yourself for hearing him complain about the incident. Every. Single. Day. “Are you finished Káno?” “...No.”

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Argon

It physically pains me to imagine this beanstalk engaging in a physical altercation with someone, however, he is described as impudent, so there you have it. Argon will throw around his fist like his older brother to beat some fool to a pulp for insulting his friends and family, and you.

He doesn’t want to hear a reason for why he shouldn’t do what he did, all he knows is that the elf said disrespectful comments and deserved to be handled with extra care. There’s no stopping Argon when he starts, given his hunk of a structure which has muscles to accompany his frame.

Definitely get the family to separate him from the perpetrator because he isn’t budging from his spot. They can pry him off and he’d slip away to finish what he started because he’s fighting them to let him go. You got to stand between him and the bruised ellon on the floor to catch his attention.

Talk sweetly to him, call his name—slip in a nickname—to soothe his unhinged nature. Reach for his hands and tug him away from the scene, telling him everything will be alright, and his family will take care of the rest.

Spend the time cleaning his wounds and littering kisses to his bruises. Use this moment to incorporate a ton of affection; maybe every time he feels angry, give him a kiss and a hug. Don’t think you’re escaping his grasp once he becomes aware of the affections you’re bequeathing.

Like many others, shame becomes him, and he’ll endlessly apologise for the manner in which you saw him behaving, promising to never act impulsively like that again without gauging the situation firsthand.

“It’s alright, Káno. You were simply being my hero, defending me from those naysayers. Now come for some kisses.”

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[lamemaster]

Songs of Heart- Winter

Pairing: Turgon x Reader x Fingon (hehe)

Genre: Dramamamama and Angsssst

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Had you known better, you would have never looked his way. You would have shielded your eyes from his. Yet, despite the lament, you are certain that you would have done it. You would have betrayed yourself even with the foreknowledge of your destruction.

Fall | Winter | Spring | Summer | Epilogue

Turukano

Before the ice even groaned and fractured, his hand finds yours…It happens faster than anything. Instinct. He has to hold on to the one his heart can't let go.

He watches your eyes widen as his fingers interlace with yours, pulling you back from the freezing depths that gaped open beneath your feet. A common peril in treacherous Helcaraxe.

No fate has managed to sever the affection he holds for you. It simmers under the veil you both wear. His marriage to Elenwe, yours to Findekano, fails to mask what thrums like a forgotten spring amidst the winter's despair.

 The warmth of holding your hand, a forgotten comfort, momentarily pushes back the despair of Helcaraxe.

He held this hand once, free of guilt, fear of rejection, or the shackles of forbidden bonds. Turukano fears your resentment. He has evaded your eyes for too long, the one who lets go first. He leaves you to find solace with your family.

Just as he steadies your steps, another crack echoes through the air. Behind him, a band of elves vanishes into the unforgiving water. Grief for the lost echoes in his heart, but his world narrows to you. You are safe. You are here. Away from his brother, a dark voice whispers in his mind.

But this is a comfort he allows himself. Just a sliver of the past that he has hidden from all.

It takes Turukano a precious minute to decipher the panicked look in your eyes and understand the choked scream that tears from your lips as you lunge for the water.

 Instinctively, he holds you back. His brow furrows at your actions. He has to save you. Everything else will fall into place.

"-we"

"Sa-e-nwe"

Your words barely reach him before he sees the last fading glimpse of golden hair disappear beneath the churning water.

 "Elenwe!" Your scream fills his ears, and a horrifying realization crashes down on him.

Findekano

Love blooms in Findekano's heart the moment he hears your laughter. All his reservations about marrying for political gain or the resentment of becoming the bait for his father’s elaborate plans of bringing family along shatter the minute he hears the trills of your laughter.

It is a beautifully delicate thing. In the early days of your courtship, he seeks to gain your favor. He treasures it. Your mirth is the truth of how well you fit with him, how his humor sparks your laughter.

His fondness for you only grows since the bond of your marriage unites you for eternity. How radiant you were beneath him, your hair spread out, your cheeks rosy with passion, your hands pulling him closer.

The next day, you seamlessly integrate with his family. You organize tea parties for his mother, bake Arakáno's favorite snacks, and take Irissë and Ektelion on outings together. You sing songs and poems to Turukano's daughter, even taking night shifts to care for her and give Elenwe a rest. Even Nolofinwe, the frowning stern father-in-law, is not spared from the warmth of the knitted socks you leave in his office. Your every action is for him and his people. You become an inseparable part of him.

You brighten Findekano's life.

When peril looms, you stand by him, packing your belongings while helping him cradle his entire life for the flight led by his uncle.

You follow him, even in tears as you bid your parents a farewell for what seems like forever. That day, for the first time, Findekano becomes the reason for your tears. That day, he pledges to return to you what he takes from you.

Deep into the march towards Alqualonde, his eyes find themselves drawn back to where you stand next to your cousin Findarato and Ektelion. He forces his mind to ease, though it doesn't quite listen. Turukano is there, so you must be safe. He has to allow you this moment of comfort, and for once, he cannot be the one to give it.

So Findekano rushes to keep up with his father. He trusts you with his ever-reliable brother by your side. 

You both always find your way back to each other. So it will be again.

The next time he meets your gaze, his cheek stings from your stinging slap. Your eyes are red-rimmed with unshed tears. Your hair is disarrayed, at the mercy of the agitated sea breeze. And Findekano finds his eyes evading yours as the madness leaves him gasping on the bloodied shore of Alqualonde.

Surrounded by the bodies of your kin, Findekano witnesses your hatred for the first time. Your words blur into receding rage before he catches the ends of your sentence:

"-never show me this wretched face of yours." The words carve themselves into the bond

He watches you turn and crouch beside a wailing Earwen. In that fleeting moment, a terrifying realization dawns on him: your abandonment. He fears you abandoning him more than the piled-up bodies around him. Yet, it settles like an inevitable truth.

Hours ago, he had no doubt of his place by your side, or the fate that brought you together. But now, a chasm lies where once there was hope.

Your hatred feels more tangible than the love he once believed in. As if all that was once truth had been nothing but his hopeful desire.

Huddled with your sobbing aunt and cousins, you seem further away than ever before. Your bond, which he once considered his truth, shatters into pieces – so brittle, as if it had been a dream all along.

His eyes wander to where you are. Even in his heartbreak, Findekano remains tethered to you. He drops the sword his failing arms can't hold and instructs a guard to hand you his water flask. You would accept it from him, so he'll find another way.

Reader

You stood next to Findarato. That's all it amounted to. That was the only reason you let Findekano lead the troop ahead while you stayed behind. And if Turukano happened to be in the same place, it was merely a coincidence.

You walked beside your brother Ektelion, who had earlier in the march sworn loyalty to Turukano. It was easy to forget your title as the eldest daughter-in-law of the House of Nolofinwe when surrounded by the memories of your childhood.

 Even in the dark and gloom of loss, your heart found a strange peace in the oblivion of the responsibilities that had thrust themselves upon you.

That was before you held your sobbing aunt in an embrace. Or witnessed the bloodshed of your kin. So much blood. The sight that greeted you was as if a vicious stroke of a painter's carelessness had smudged everything in red.

But your world had shrunk to your kin. Your cousins, Findarato, Artanis, Angaráto, and Aikanáro, huddled next to your aunt. It had been a mercy of Illuvatar to spare your father of this sight.

You didn't know how you would ever face him again. How would you ever tell him about your inaction while your kin were slain? How could you confess that you stood frozen, watching your husband slaughter your uncles and aunts?

Lost in these thoughts, you joined the returning party with the new High King, Arafinwe. The decision was clear. You wouldn't follow those who stained their hands with your kin's blood.

That was what you thought before your eyes landed on Ektelion. In your mind, he too was to return with you. You both would return with Findarato and the others, beg for the Valar's and the Teleri's forgiveness.

 There had to be some way to make amends. Your presence and Ektelion's would be needed at Alqualonde. You could help rebuild…your father would need you by his side. Findarato could aid at Lorien. Yes, this would mend things for the best. Supporting your aunt, you planned everything, ready to bring it up to your uncle.

Yet, your brother was nowhere to be found near Aunty Earwen or the retreating faction of the Noldor. You searched for him, a sudden dread gripping your heart. He had been safe before, his sword unmarked by the violence on the shores.

And when your eyes found him, it wasn't your brother you saw, but a soldier. Standing next to the looming figure of Turukano was Ektelion, not by your side, but by his lord. Duty had proven stronger than the bond of your marriage to Findekano.

So it was with Findarato, Artanis, Angaráto, and Aikanáro. Your cousins, your brother, and the love of your life stood opposite the retreating party you had joined. A declaration that rang loud to your dismayed aunt, the grieving Teleri, and the new High King. The Noldor were no longer a united front.

The shores of Alqualonde became a chasm, splitting them into those under Arafinwe's leadership on one end and Curufinwe's on the other. 

Ages later, the question would still haunt you: what if you had walked the path back home? It would have saved many, the misery of your wretched fate.

Turukano perhaps would have led a life with Elenwe by his side. Itarillë would have grown up with a mother. Findekano would not have died with a heart of stone.

But this was your misery. Your redemption. To mull over the what-ifs. It was the price to be paid for your greed. Your selfish love that drove you to the lands that once doomed your ancestors.

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[lovefairymina]

Turgon, my love, I think the lords are getting a little antsy and bored here in the city, which is why I've scheduled a day for 'War Games' across the city to help them blow off some steam and sharpen their battle skills, strategies and tactics - I hope you don't mind - I'll be refereeing the games, you can join me if you'd like.

Widening his eyes with a worried frown marring his face, he gasped. “Are you attempting to have them destroy my city? You know how excited they get for the simplest of things...but at least they'll pay for the damage by their losses. Hmm, on second thought, that does not sound terrible at all, I think I'll join you.”

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[eunoiaastralwings]

Elen Lantanwanya

Part 1, Part 2 (reading), Part 3

featuring turgon x reader

fandom tolkien — the silmarillion

a/n yea - am sorry there's going to be a part 3

warnings blood, injury, medics, needles - i know nothing about medicine or the process of cleaning wounds - I apologize for my lack of knowledge

You were certainly overstaying your welcome in this hidden grand city.

But you couldn’t deny – it was rather nice to live in a magical looking city hidden from the outside world.

You thanked your luck stars day and night – you were brought to a place like this rather than somewhere else, where you would have to get by and survive with your bare hands.

Your bruises and scratches were slowly starting to heal – but the aching on your sides still take longer.

Anyone could tell from the large purple bruise that ran along your side.

`The healers were pleased – they didn’t have to worry about you too much.

You knew your way around herbs and medicines – to make yourself some and take care of yourself.

The torn and baggy clothed you had been replaced with shimmering robes.

Each on personally picked out by Idril – the princess and daughter of the elf you were still somewhat unsure around.

You were shocked to learn he was king – a father too, but you kept needing to remind yourself how elves – the mystical creations they are – did not age.

Elf or not – you had to admit Turgon was very handsome.

Multiple times – you accidentally lock eyes with him while at the dinner table – every time there was heavy blush on your face and you immediately turned away from him.

It was princess Idril that kept inviting you – and you thought it would be rude to decline, especially since she was being so kind to you.

You wondered about her mother – Turgon’s queen.

You weren’t being rude – but you did notice Turgon’s side was rather lonely. The place of someone important as the queen was being.

You were completely sure Idril was in no way adopted – not with the way they shared the same strikingly blue eyes.

Her mannerisms were similar to his too – she never forced you out of the healers room – but stayed with you for a few minutes and talked.

It was only the third of her visiting did you finally come out of healing quarters and change into something else – attend their dinners too.

Saying Turgon was shocked to you – would be an understatement.

In all the times – he tried to talk to you, he never gotten a more than a sentence out of you.

When Idril suggested she would try – Turgon was rather hesitant but in seeing you had swallowed your fears and helped his soldiers – he allowed it.

However – the first day or 2, he was eavesdropping from the corner.

He couldn’t help – it was daughter and as much as he as taken a rather odd liking to you – but it came to his daughter he rather be safe than sorry.

He couldn’t afford to lose someone else in his life.

You sat beside his daughter at every dinner – afraid to look up and converse with anyone among the table.

Glorfindel had tried once or twice to get something out of you – in the end he only received a warning nudge from Turgon to leave you alone.

You only either played with your food or looked around the room.

If you conversed with anyone – it was probably his daughter, no one else.

“Atar – you need to stop staring at her!”

Idril suddenly whispered to him – harshly.

She make sure you couldn’t hear – or distracted.

Turgon turned to his daughter and blinked.

“Am I?”

He asked – suddenly clear his throat.

“You look at her like she’s some sort of puzzle you can’t solve – you’re making her highly uncomfortable!”

Turgon smiled fondly at his daughter – the way she scrunched her nose when angry reminded him of Elenwe.

“Am sorry, nitya elen – I’ll make sure not to.” (little star).

He tried to stay true to his promise – but it was hard not notice you.

The way you moved your eyes across room, or the way you quietly tugged your hair behind your ear, or lazily pick up the cutlery again – Turgon would always earn a kick under the table or a glare from Idril whenever he did.

It was safe to say – when you left the king did get an earful from his daughter.

But Idril was right – you were like a puzzle he couldn’t solve.

There was something about you he couldn’t understand – why were you still so afraid of everyone?

Barely conversing outside your little circle of the healers and Idril – Turgon had visited you every day after you were found by his soldiers – but still he never really got a straight sentence out of him.

Not to mention – you always refused to hold eye contact with him for more than 3 seconds.

Has he frightened you? – Has his people mistreated you?

There were many questions running through his mind – he knew he couldn’t bombard you with them, that wouldn’t fair on you – especially since you were still very nervous around him.

Many times – Turgon thought amount the times he first interacted with you.

Was there anything you could uncomfortable about him?

Turgon tried to put himself in your shoes – he supposed being surrounded by people outside your kin can be difficult – maybe even scary.

You were cleaning around the healing quarters, you were staying here for a few weeks now, you might as well help out.

These were quiet lonesome moments — you would think about how you had overstayed your welcome here.

Sure — they were kind enough to let you stay and regain your health. But you definitely did not belong here — a place filled with creatures wiser and fairer than you.

It wouldn't make sense to stay here any longer.

Then suddenly — what had started as a calm turned for the worse — When an alarmed and panicked Idril came rushing – crying her eyes out in front of you.

Your eyes widened as the girl’s sobbed in front of you.

Whatever she was mumbling – didn’t make sense to you.

“Idril – here, sit down.”

You quietly prompted her to sit on one of the best – one your hands rubbered her back gently trying to get her to slowly calm down.

“Idril. . . easy, little one. Deep breaths.”

Though – you knew she was years older than you. She was really still just a child.

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

You said.

You tenderly held one of her hands and draw soft circles on them – you tried your very best calm her down.

“Atar. . .”

She sobbed.

You knew that meant father – she always referred to as such.

“What about him?”

“Orcs.”

You were confused when she said that – putting your aside your own frees you sat closer to her.

“What are you trying to say, little one? – Your atar? Orcs?”

“Atarnya – he when out to fight the orcs! Am scared Y/N!”

She suddenly hugged you – startling you – and cried on your shoulder.

“He left the hidden city?”

You gasped.

Idril nodded in reply.

Turgon really left to fight? — Should he be doing that?

How many orcs were out there for the king to get out and fight?

An uneasy feeling spread inside more so when Idril began the death of her mother.

“I can't lose him too”

She mumbled to you.

So there was a queen — someone who should have been queen but unfortunately got killed by the icy depths of the Helcaraxë as Idril explained.

That was the king's wife — the mother of the princess currently crying in your arms.

She had already lost one parent — losing another would pain her soul to death.

“Your father is strong, Idril — you know this. It'll be alright, please have faith in him.”

You rubbed her arm up and down — surprised she was allowing you to.

Elves didn't associate in this form outside of kin — so it bewildered you how Idril easily let you comfort her.

For the next few hours — you tried your best to console Idril.

On the inside you were panicked — terrified would a better word.

If something happened to Turgon. . .

You didn't want to think of what consequences it would bring — you prayed he would survive, at least for his daughter.

So when the doors to the healing quarters with injured soldiers once again — Idril and yourself desperately seeked out Turgon.

There were many soldiers and lords — but still no sign of Turgon.

The longer you waited — the longer the dreaded thoughts were approaching you — and fast.

You held your breath — worried if you moved or breathed something terrible might happen.

Idril began squeezing your harder and harder in worry.

You wanted march and check yourself — but you kept yourself grounded and tried to wait patiently.

When all the soldiers finally came —there was still no sign of the king.

You turned around — spotting the lord of the house of the golden flower to ask about Turgon's whereabouts — when suddenly Idril cried out.

“Atar!”

You watched as Idril left your side and flung her arms around her father.

He winced slightly — but nevertheless returned the hug of his only child.

Your eyes checked over him — you noted how his left arm was heavily bleeding.

“My king — your bleeding!”

The head healer was beside you in seconds.

“Don't worry about me! — Get my soldiers treated first!”

“But atar-“

“It's right, pitya elen — we only a few healers. I can wait.”

Turgon had gently told his daughter.

Idril frowned — then suddenly her eyes snapped at you.

“Atar— y/n is available! Y/n can treat you!”

Your eyes widened.

“Me?”

You suddenly pointed to yourself.

“Y/n. . .”

Turgon said — finally knowing your name.

“Y/n has great skills, my king.”

You were shocked when the head healer backed you up.

“What do you say, y/n?”

Turgon looked at you expectantly.

With Idril pleading eyes — it was definitely impossible to reject.

So you quickly asked the king to sit the table of whatever supplies you required.

“Please, sit here. I just need to get something else.”

You mumbled awkwardly and went to grab whatever else you needed.

In the meantime, Turgon insisted his daughter can go and he could take care of things here.

While, Idril was reluctant to leave — she knew she can trust her father in your hands.

Turgon sighed and sat down on the small chair next to the range of herbs, mixes, box of needles and cleaning clothes.

You came back as quickly as you left.

A pot of grinded herbs in your hands.

Giving him a cloth to apply pressure on the wound – you quickly cleaned up the mess.

Your nervous hands reached for the cloth again – wow, in all your years as a healer you never thought you would be treating a king – and an elvish king?

Carefully, you pushed away his heavy sleeves and took a good look on the wound.

Shakingly – you tried not to meet eyes with him – however you could feel his eyes on you.

He was watching you carefully – it was a little distracting, but you paid close attention to cleaning and disinfecting the large wound on his arm.

It looked like a sword’s slash – thankfully it wasn’t deeply, you just needed to stitch it up.

Gently – you grabbed the mixed herbs you had grinded up earlier and carefully applied it across the area.

You took as long as possible – you didn’t really want to be the one who had to stitch up the wound of the king of the hidden city.

You gulped and reached for a needle – he was sitting very still for you.

You desperately hoped one of his healers would be available to do the rest – you quietly looked around the room and rolled the needle and stitching in between your fingers.

“It’s alright.”

Turgon chose to speak up when saw you being reluctant and uneasy with this whole ordeal.

You bit your lip and sighed inwardly – before you reached down again.

He made no movement of uneasiness when you began to work – concentrating hard and try not to mess up.

You let your breath the entire time.

You didn’t want to think of the consequences of what would happen if you did this wrong – your life may be on the line.

Why did you ever agree to do this?

Once you finished – you shakingly cleaned around the stitched area.

“You are good at this.”

You peaked at him from underneath your eyelashes, but quickly turned away when you noticed he was still looking at you.

“T - Thank you?”

You mentally rolled your eyes at the sound of your voice.

You sounded like his hands were around your neck – like he was forcing you to do this.

You couldn’t help – this is the first time you came across important elves such as the one in front of you.

You grabbed the long bandages from the table.

“If I may ask – why did you become a healer?”

That question confused – no one has really asked you that before.

The bandages in your hands were really soft – you don’t think you ever came across soft and firm bandage. The closest to this what humans had were small pieces of clothing – elves truly had everything, didn’t they? – You were a little envious of these mystical creations of Eru.

With a nervous gulp – you wrapped the bandage around his arm as you thought about the question.

You shyly met his gaze - wondering what was happening behind those blue eyes. You always found yourself - out of breath because of them.

Turgon watched you with interest - there was a small smile as your shaky hands was trying to work as swiftly as possible.

“I don't know - I guess I always liked helping people. . .”

You timidly answered him.

“Why are you still nervous around me, elen lantanwanya?”

There was it again. . .

“Am not. . .”

“Really? - You purposefully treated my healthy arm? Instead of the wounded arm?”

He cocked an eyebrow at you.

Your eyes widened as you looked down – you had stitched the right arm yes, but completely bandaged the wrong arm.

Your jaw fell in shock – how the fuck did you manage to do that?

Turgon chuckled at our reaction – and you rolled your eyes.

Quickly getting to work again – you unwrapped the bandage and grabbed a long line of a new bandage.

The smirk on Turgon’s lips made you want to glare at him – but chose silently to curse at him.

This time making sure to wrap it around the right arm – you carefully tied it not to cause too much pain.

But you doubted he would even be bothered by it – elves healed exponentially faster than humans – there you go, another thing to be jealous about.

A little annoyed you reached over to grab another small line of cloth to wrap around it.

But accidently you had hit against the box of needles – causing the box of needles to knock off the table.

You gasped and cursed under breath.

Turgon only shook his head and chuckled – immediately reaching for the fallen needles on the ground.

Your eyes widened realizing the king was going on his hands and knees to pick it and suddenly without thinking you acted.

Two pairs of small delicate hands were placed top of his hands – gently stopping him.

Turgon froze – he held his breath and turned to face you.

His eyes widened looking into your eyes – you were so close to him; he could breathe in your scent of lavender and a herb he couldn’t put his finger on yet.

When you had realized your closeness – you quickly withdrew your hands and held them close to you.

“Am sorry – let me.”

You said and reached out for the fallen needles.

Turgon needed to blink for a moment before he reacted.

“No, it’s alight – I can help.”

In the process of both of you reach – it caused your heads to hit against each other.

You hissed out painfully and so did Turgon – and rubbed a spot on your head.

“Am terribly sorry – are you alright?”

When both of you had turned to each other – you stared at each other for a second then chuckling at your misfortune.

“Am happy to see you’re no longer nervous around – but laughing.”

Turgon smiled at you – with his strikingly blue eyes and black hair that was so dark and soft it reflected the light into soft silver white lines, it always reminded of moonlight.

He was truly an ethereal being.

You let out a laugh and returned the smile.

Unknown to you – another pair of the same strikingly blue eyes were looking at you and smiling fondly.

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[caliawen]

Haunted

Pairing = Glorfindel x Reader

Genre = Teen and up

General ratings = a twinge of angst, fluff, smut implied (?)

Content warnings = smut implied

Word count = 1,4k

Notes = ���…hi 🫣 I haven’t posted in a month 🙃 Life has been really busy and I haven’t really had the time (nor the motivation, truthfully) to write. I had a more regular schedule before, but I think for now it will stay… ‘irregular’. I have no idea when or what I will post next. Hope you can understand!

Glorfindel was being haunted. Not by ghosts- no. By the memories of his past life. Of his mistakes. Of his friends. Of their deaths. Of his death. The searing pain of his scalp as he was tugged down and down and down by the Balrog. Of the heat he felt as he fought for his life, for the lives of Idril and Tuor and Eärendil and everyone. His mind replayed those moments over and over, never leaving him a second of peace.

The slight smile of Ecthelion, Rog’s boisterous laugh, Turgon’s exasperation with them, Elgalmoth’s mischievous eyes as he gossiped, Penlod’s hums as he pretended he was listening, Galdor’s excited chatter about the trees and plants he saw, Duilin’s whistles as he walked, Tuor’s love-struck expression as his eyes followed Idril and Maeglin’s shy smile when someone asked him about his work…

Oh, Maeglin… Glorfindel had hated him, for a time. Hated him for giving Gondolin away to Morgoth, giving away their lives.. But that time had passed. In the halls of Námo, Glorfindel had had plenty of time to think before he was reborn. And think he did : about how Maeglin had lost his mother and father. About how his only parental figure was Turgon, who was too busy to really spend time with his nephew. About how he mistook his love for Idril as romantic and not platonic, and how that strained his friendship with her and Tuor. About how rumors spread that Maeglin was a vile being. About how none of them did anything to defend him. About how lonely Maeglin must have been.. About what impossible horrors he felt at the hands of Morgoth and Sauron. About how they never saw how broken Maeglin had returned. About how he didn’t care if he died anymore.

Yes, Glorfindel had thought, Maeglin had done something wrong. And he forgave Maeglin for what he had done, because Maeglin had been a child. A child who needed to be guided and shown love, but no one had stepped up to take up the role.

He thought about you. About your smile, your eyes, your nose. About the way you moved, how you talked and your passions. And he ached. Because he didn’t know what happened to you. He didn’t know if you had died, if you had suffered or if you were still alive. If you had moved on from him.. And that haunted him. His every waking thought, his every dream and nightmare.

Sometimes, Glorfindel dreamed of you. He dreamed that you were laying in his bed, in Gondolin, smiling at him. That you carded your fingers through his hair and told him that you loved him. And when he woke up, his heart ached and he did not know whether to thank or curse Irmo.

Glorfindel had a mission. He was going back to Arda Marred. And he found himself dreading going back. Dreading seeing how everything had changed and how the language had evolved. Dreading how no one he knew would be there. How he would be alone. At least in Valinor, he saw his mother and father. He found himself crying when he realized he did not remember what being embraced by his parents felt like. They took care of him and he couldn’t be more grateful to have them.

When Glorfindel departed, he stood looking at Valinor until it had been long since out of view. He stood still, wondering if he was dreaming. He thought, how ironic, for he was going back. Not anyone else. Him. Laurëfindelë Glorfindel, an emissary of the Valar, granted powers nearly as strong as that of the Maiar. And he didn’t want to go back. Nienna wept for him, for his sacrifice, for his fear and for his love. He found himself appreciating her understanding. She visited him, before he departed. He listened to her words, without understanding : “Dear Child, your heart is being haunted. Your mind is playing tricks on you, and your heart is rendered blind by your pain. But your gut, your gut is still there and strong. Follow it, follow what it tells you. But do not silence your heart and mind for it, listen to them. Listen, but do not follow.”

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When Glorfindel arrived in Middle Earth, he did not know where to begin. He was tired, but could not sleep. He thought about you. About your lips on his, about your laugh, about your hands in his, about the ring he had passed on your finger. He thought and thought and thought. And his heart ached. He walked on paths and in forests, stopping to wash himself in rivers. And he despaired.

It was later that he found Lindon. Days later. Or weeks, he did not know. He met Elrond, someone who would confuse and amuse him for the rest of their lives. Part man, part elf, part maia. He wore the insignias of Fingolfin and Fëanor with pride, daring anyone to confront him about it. He was a gentle soul with a heart of gold and the patience of the wise. He was as kind as summer and Glorfindel found himself basking in his presence, like a flower who had grown up in shadow feeling the sun on itself for the first time.

Círdan was surprisingly mischievous. Subtle jokes, sarcasm and deadpan looks were all things he threw at others, uncaring if they understood or not. He was calm, but could easily terrorize anyone with his anger, like the sea. Board games were his favorite and Glorfindel spent time playing with him, thinking of strategies to beat the older elf.

Gil-Galad was as confusing as he was funny. His father was unknown and he liked to joke around about it. Glorfindel spent time with him when they could, talking about everything and nothing. When Gil-Galad felt Glorfindel starting to lose himself in memories, he would randomly tell a stupid joke. They made Glorfindel laugh each time.

Celebrimbor had been a bit weary at first. Glorfindel almost laughed at the memory of a small Curufinwë Tyelpërinquar staring at him with the exact same look. It wasn’t long until they became great friends. Celebrimbor understood : he, too, was haunted by his past actions and words. Maybe for different reasons than Glorfindel, but the important thing was that he related to how Glorfindel felt. Having his feelings validated was something that alleviated the pain in Glorfindel’s heart.

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Glorfindel walked around Lindon aimlessly and leisurely, taking his time to look around. You haunted him. Everything he saw reminded him of you. From pretty rocks you would have collected, passing by a stand selling your favorite fruit, to someone wearing clothes the exact color of your eyes. His mind played tricks on him, making him imagine hearing your laugh or seeing your beautiful hair swaying in the wind.

He stopped walking at a bookstore, a feeling bubbling up inside him. He looked at the door, curious. His gut screamed at him to enter that store, for some reason. His mind dismissed the feeling, but his heart held hope. They warred against each other. And then, Glorfindel was reminded of Nienna’s words to him. And he went inside the store.

Inside the store, which was cozy and homey, he felt pulled towards a particular bookshelf. His breath hitched as his mind reeled to a stop, his heart pumping wildly. There you stood, browsing the shelf while smiling. Feeling observed, you turned your head, your eyes widening as you saw Glorfindel, your husband, your soulmate, standing there. Glorfindel was frozen, his mind scrambling and heart singing with joy. You were the one to make the first move, throwing yourself in his arms, ecstatic. Glorfindel hugged you back, a sense of wholeness overtaking his mind and body as he kissed you long and passionately.

The two of you spent hours upon hours talking, laughing, crying and hugging. This long-awaited reunion was a balm on Glorfindel’s bruised and battered heart. That night, under the stars, in a magnificent glade full of flowers, you rekindled your fëas. Glorfindel made love to you slowly and passionately, kissing every piece of skin revealed as he undressed you, worshiping your body with his hands and mouth. That night, in your arms, Glorfindel had no nightmares. He woke up to your sweet voice and felt free. Free of the thing that haunted him. And he smiled.

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[aeonianarchives]

Finrod x Reader

Finrod falls into a fountain trying to cheer his meleth up who is currently watching him from the balcony while they are in a meeting with a scholar from Gondolin, and they have to apologize for Finrod's behavior.

An Idiot King

Summery: Anon Ask

Pairing: Finrod x Reader

Warnings: non

Reader Pronouns: They/Them

You had always had little faith in yourself when you compared to the scholars of Gondolin, you were a little shadow worth nothing compared to them, you doubted your ability and the reason why Finrod asked you to be the master of Nargothrond's Library was it because you and him were courting were you using him but didn't know it.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you Master Y/n" The Gondolin scholar said distracting you from spiraling down any further

"And you I am sorry I am afriad I have not learnt your name" you said

"Tiarior, I am Aran Turgon's Chief Librarian" Tiarior said

"Of course, please follow me" you said you lead him to one of the balcony the library had they were normally secluded away from anyone who entered the library your assistant got you both tea and the books Tiarior wanted to discuss

"Aran Finrod talks highly of you" Tiarior said, Gondolin elves were boring well apart from Egalmoth and Glorfindel, you listened to Tiarior draw on and on about the history of the dwarvish language before the intervention of Celegorm and Curufin, you had rested your head in your hand and had zoned out looking at the courtyard, Finrod took a double take of you before walking out of the sheltered walk way you raised a brow to him, and he started making silly faces and dancing, you tried hard not to laugh given the scholar next to you, the king soon jumped up onto the edge of the fountain, and started doing his little dance on the edge of it.

it had rained last night so Finrod ended up slipping and falling into the fountain, drawing Tiarior attention away from what he was saying and to the courtyard, to see Finrod pulling himself out of the fountain.

"I am sorry for him, If i may excuse myself" you said standing and straightening your robes, you bowed your head to Tiarior and left to the courtyard, you pulled Finrod out the rest of the way of the fountain.

"You are an idiot" you said with a small smile on your face

"I made you smile that is all which matters you've looked down a lot recently Meleth nin I thought you needed a bit of cheering up although falling into the fountain was not part of my plan" Finrod said as you fished his crown out Finrod was holding you down by your waist to make sure you did not fall in, you manged to get it in the end and set it back on his head.

"Your going to have to clean before your meeting with your advisors" You said

"They have seen me do worse" Finrod said as you straightened his robes for him

"It is highly unprofessional I do not get how you keep getting away with it" you said

"Well it's not like it is Turgon or delegates from a different Kingdom" Finrod said

"Yet their is someone from Gondolin he might not be here for you but i had to excuse myself to deal with you and he is most probably watching" You said punching the kings should

"Oh no I have been assaulted" Finrod called dramatically

"You drama queen i didn't even hurt you" you said finrod chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead

"Gi Melin Meleth nin But i have to go before i am late, you know how he gets when i am late, have fun with the gondolin guy" Finrod said leaving you.

"I hate you sometimes" you called after him

"I DISAGREE YOU LOVE YOU" Finrod shouted back

Elvish Translation:

Gi Melin Meleth Nin - I love you my love

Aran - king

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[felagund-the-valiant]

All I Want Is You - Fingon x gn!reader

There’s only one thing Findekáno wants for his Begetting Day – to finally start courting the love of his life.

Words: 1.1k

Tags: best friends to lovers, first kiss

A/N: sooo, this is the first proper one shot i've ever written for fandom stuff. i hope it doesn't suck.

Aikanáro - Aegnor, Angaráto - Angrod, Fëanáro - Fëanor, Findekáno - Fingon, Maitimo - Maedhros, Turukáno - Turgon

Findekáno noticed you the moment you came through the door and made a beeline towards you. “(Y/N)!” He exclaimed in his usual cheerful manner and pulled you in for a hug that seemed to linger just a second too long, not that you minded. You discreetly breathed in his scent and felt your stomach flutter. “Happy Begetting Day!” You said with a bright smile when he let go of you and handed over your present to him. He gratefully accepted it and went to put it with the other presents he had received. Even though you shouldn’t be, you were astounded at the volume. He was a prince, after all, and you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit self-conscious, hoping your gift wouldn't appear too simple next to the others. You pushed the thought aside and followed him to the opulent buffet to grab something to drink and a bite to eat.

You observed him carefully as you followed behind him. His hair was adorned with his signature golden hairbands that matched the artfully crafted jewellery he wore as well as the intricate embroidery on his royal blue robes. He looked stunning as always and you could only hope your own appearance was a suitable match.

After the two of you had filled your plates, you settled down at an empty table and you happily listened to him chatter away about all the planning that had gone into the celebration as well as the latest royal family drama. Apparently Maitimo – his oldest cousin – had managed to convince his uncle Fëanáro to attend and so far, he had only gotten into minor squabbles with Findekáno’s father. One would see what the rest of the evening would bring. After the recounts of drama were finished, he went over to presenting his newest jokes to you. He loved making you laugh. You were oblivious to the fact that he had practised all of his jokes on Turukáno beforehand, making sure they were actually funny, and he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of you. Although he sometimes wondered if his brother was the right choice for this as he wasn’t exactly known for his sense of humour.

When the conversation came to a natural lull he glanced over at the minstrels and the other guests dancing to their harmonious music. He rose from his chair with determination. “Would you care for a dance, my lady?” He asked with a dramatic bow and extended his right hand to you with a mischievous spark in his eyes. “You know I can’t dance, Findekáno.” You grumbled. You had been over this countless times, he seemed to ask you to dance every time there was a chance and you tried to not read into it, even though you desperately wanted to. It’s not that you disliked dancing with him – quite the opposite, you cherished every moment you got to be this close to him – you just hated making a fool of yourself in front of him. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll show you. Also, it’s my Begetting Day, meaning you legally can’t deny my wishes.” He gave you his best puppy eyes and broke into a triumphant grin when you let out a resigned sigh. “Fine, but don’t be upset when I eventually trample your feet.”

To your credit, the dance went considerably better than you had thought – you only stepped on his feet two times and both times he laughed it off, assuring you it hadn’t hurt at all, though you suspected that was a lie. “You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” He said out of nowhere and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind your ear. You felt your insides melt a little at the contact. “This colour really suits you.” He continued and gave you an earnest smile. “Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself.” You replied a little bashfully. Friends give each other compliments, you reminded yourself, there’s nothing more to it. Right? He stopped his movements after a while and threw a look at a set of doors that led out to an empty balcony. “I could use some fresh air.” He declared. “Care to join me?” You nodded and he led you out to the cool evening air.

Findekáno leaned against the railing and you followed his example. “Thank you for coming today.” He said. “Of course. You’re my best friend, how couldn’t I?” There was a short pause. “Have you … ever thought about us being more than just friends?” He asked with bated breath. You blinked rapidly at him, not sure if you had heard him correctly. “What do you mean? Like … courting?” He nodded, eyes filled with hope and nervousness at the same time. You felt an aggressive blush creeping up your cheeks and averted your eyes. “Maybe.” You said barely audible. “What about you?” “I have. A lot.” He replied and reached for one of your hands. “(Y/N), I’m in love with you.” He finally confessed. “I have been for a long time, but I was scared that if I told you, it might ruin our friendship.” He took a deep breath before he continued. “But I’m tired of hiding my feelings and it’s okay if-“ “I love you, too.” You blurted out and covered your mouth in surprise. “You do?” He asked and you nodded your head vigorously. His face lit up brighter than both Laurelin and Telperion together and he let out a laugh that almost sounded giddy. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.” He exclaimed and pulled you into his arms, squeezing you tightly before loosening his grip a little. You looked up at him and found your gaze wandering between his eyes and his lips. Findekáno smirked knowingly. “Is there something on your mind?” He asked in a teasing tone. You bit your lower lip slightly. “Can I kiss you?” You asked while subconsciously gripping the front of his robes. “You most certainly can, melda.” He replied and leaned down to which you rose to the tips of your toes to meet him halfway.

All your fantasies paled in comparison to the real kiss you were sharing, and you wished it would never end. When your lips parted you reached up to caress his right cheek and he lightly leaned into the touch. “I love you.” You repeated in a whisper. “I love you, too.” He whispered back and in that moment nothing else mattered.

If either of you noticed your other two best friends, Angaráto and Aikanáro, lurking outside the doors and triumphantly exchanging money, you didn’t comment on it.

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