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Liz. Personal fic blog. A mess of many ships and fandoms. Writing for fun. Firm believer in: Ship & let Ship.
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6SS: Fingolfin x Reader: Court

You stared at the elf in front of you as if he had lost his mind, his words came as if from far away, all you could hear was the rushing of blood in your ears, “What?”

Fingolfin was serious, much more than you had seen him in a very long time, “I said, that if you would allow me to court you?”

Your heart thundered in your chest, your hands felt clammy, “What about Anairë?”

Fingolfin gave you a rueful smile, “She has broken our vows, said her faith in me was beyond repair; there is no coming back, no getting back together again – and before you ask, our children know and they have given their blessing for me to remarry.”

You swallowed the knot in your throat, this was something you had wanted since you had met Fingolfin in Beleriand, and now that your wish was at hand, you felt scared, “If you’re certain, I would be honored.”

“I am,” Fingolfin smiled.

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Realization

Fandom: The Silmarillion Characters: Fingolfin Rating: T Summary: Ñolofinwë watches at the swan ships sail away. Words: 301 Notes: Ner = man. / TW: Blood Mention

Ñolofinwë watches at the swan ships sail away.

He, his followers and those from Arafinwë wait until Fëanáro returns with the ships. They wait in bloodstained shores.

The scent is terrible, he has never smell something so foul. He would never had expected that, and he knows that he must speak with Findekáno. He rubs a tired hand over his face, this was not something he wanted. The slaughter – because that was what it was – of Olwë’s people is something that he knows they will not come back from.

The aroma of blood hangs heavy and thick in the air, it makes him nauseous.

But, he has promised to follow Fëanáro. He aches to avenge his father, to prove to his brother that he is not whom Fëanáro thinks he is.

And then, someone cries out in alarm.

His hand flies to the pommel of his sword. But there is no enemy to slay.

Because as he looks towards the East, where the swan ships are meant to take them, he can see what has made the rest of their people cry out in alarm.

In the distance, there are flames and smoke rising high and thick enough to be seen.

He feels dizzy and knows, without an ounce of doubt, that this is Fëanáro’s doing. And that Fëanáro, nor anyone of their followers will be returning for them. Because he knows, that the thing that burns, are the ships. In that very moment he knows, that Fëanáro has abandoned them. Both fury and grief rage inside of him. Many around him curse Fëanáro. He does also, but he has promised to follow, and he is a ner of his word. The only way to reach Beleriand is via the Helcaraxë now.

And he feels the ground opening beneath his feet.

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