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Fandom: The Silmarillion Pairing: Maglor x Modern Fem Reader (Pre-Relationship) Note: This is where I'll be putting the fics I titled 'Ever Love', I had forgotten I already had a series for Tolkien x Reader.
You felt Maglor's eyes on you and turned, "What? Is something wrong?"
"Nay, I just…"
It was then when it hit you. "Ah, is my foreignness too obvious?"
Maglor hesitated, "If I say yes, would you be offended?"
Pairing: Beleg x Mablung Summary: "Your heartbeat is very loud." Words: 269 Notes: A series of short (100 to 500 words) stories Tagging: @lycheesodas
Beleg and Mablung were laying together in the grass beneath the stars. A quiet moment for them. One of those rare moments where they could be found in the same place at the same time.
Beleg had rested his head on Mablung's chest, closing his eyes and letting the strong heartbeat lull him. "Your heartbeat is very loud."
"Is it?" Mablung asked him.
"Yes." Beleg replied. "But I like it. It makes this moment all the more real. A reminder of your solid presence. It's nice."
Mablung smiled, even if Beleg could not see him do so. "It might also be because I am happy. Content in a way I had not been in a very long while."
"Truly? How so?"
"Because you are here. Because you are with me."
Mablung's words were spoken in a tone so soft, that had Beleg not been an elf and his hearing not been as sharp as it was, he would have missed it. But he did not missed the way Mablung's heart sped up, and that gave him the meaning behind his longtime friend's words. He smiled. "I am content too, here, by your side Mablung. You make me happy."
"And you make me happy, Beleg. Because I have fallen in love with you. And being away from you is... hard. I understand our duties to Doriath, its people and our monarchs, but I am greedy and I wish I did not have to part from you."
Beleg smiled, "And I have fallen for you also, Mablung. And I want you to know that you have my heart and soul. Forever."
Fandom: The Silmarillion - Post Canon Pairing: Celebrimbor x Original Female Character Summary: Celebmeril found Celebrimbor in his office, head bowed low and hair covering him. Her heart ached for him. "What troubles you, my love?" "A ghost from the past," was the whispered answer. She barely were able to hear it even with her own keep elven ears. "Your father," it was her turn to whisper. Words: 1014 Notes: @flashfictionfridayofficial
Celebmeril found Celebrimbor in his office, head bowed low and hair covering him. Her heart ached for him. "What troubles you, my love?"
"A ghost from the past," was the whispered answer. She barely were able to hear it even with her own keep elven ears.
"Your father," it was her turn to whisper. Hurriedly, she walked towards him. "Memories?"
Celebrimbor lifted his head, letting you see the haunted look on his face... and the Feanorian star that lay in the desk in front of him. "Yes," his voice was rough. "Of when I was a child, of my father and grandfather."
She stood silent for a bit, then she spoke. "I will not pretend to understand all the complicated emptions and feelings you must be going through, but you do know that I am here and I will listen if you want."
Celebrimbor took one look at his wife, and smiled. Then, pulled her into his lap. She immediately curled herself around him as best she could. "You are too good to me, meleth."
Fandom: The Silmarillion & The Children of Hurin Pairing: Mablung x Reader Summary: "Are you certain that you are going, Mablung?" You ask as you watch the elf you love pack everything he needed for this, his chosen quest. Words: 412 Prompt(s): 10.- "It's my name on the line." by @fictober-event
"Are you certain that you are going, Mablung?" You ask as you watch the elf you love pack everything he needed for this, his chosen quest.
Mablung stops and looks at you. "I already said that I would," he speaks softly. "And it's my name on the line. I gave our Lord my word..."
"And the fact that you feel terrible for not being able to protect Lady Nienor, right?" You said, bitterness coming through, even if you didn't want. All because Turin was an idiot who could not simply used his words, now Beleg was gone and your lover was about to undertake a mission that would take him away from you for however long. "I wish you wouldn't," you admit. "But I also know you, Mablung and I know that you will not rest if you don't. Eru, how I wish Lady Morwen had never gotten that idea into her head!"
Fandom: The Silmarillion Characters: Elurin & Celeborn Rating: T Summary: The first words that slip out of Celeborn's mouth are, "I know your face." Words: 957 Notes: Prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial. No Warnings Apply
The first words that slip out of Celeborn's mouth are, "I know your face."
Amdír gives him a rueful smile and pulls him into his office. He knows that there is no avoiding this conversation. "Come, my Lord, lets us have some wine and we'll talk."
Celeborn follows with a narrowed gaze, and sits when he offers him a sit. Takes the wine in his hand and takes a large gulp. "How is that I know your face. You look like..."
"The Lady Nimloth?" He finishes. If the way he says it makes Celeborn suspect anything, he's willing to risk it. Because he knows that there is no hiding his face, his blood. Specially when Celeborn happens to meet his twin. Because Celeborn is just not anyone from Doriath, Nimloth, his mother, was his niece.
"Yes." The word is spoken slowly, but he can almost hear the command hidden in the amiable tone Celeborn uses.
He sighs. "Well, since you've recognized my face, there is no denying it. Uncle, I am Elurín. Son of Dior, son of Nimloth. Brother to Elwing." He doesn't look away from his uncle, and he watches as Celeborn freezes, then his gaze narrows once more and he can tell that Celeborn is trying to find something to say.
"You lie."
Fandom: The Silmarillion Pairing: Celebrimbor x Fem!Reader Rating: T Summary: I wish I could count the ways I struggled with my thoughts and feelings for you. But I find that it would be useless, for if I were to do that now, I'm sure that I would find some sort of way to dissuade myself to keep my feelings for you in secret and hope that, one day when the fear of loosing myself into the same fire that consumed the rest of my family is gone, I would be brave enough to say it. Words: 1031 Notes & Warnings: None apply Tagging: @flashfictionfridayofficial
My darling,
I wish I could count the ways I struggled with my thoughts and feelings for you. But I find that it would be useless, for if I were to do that now, I'm sure that I would find some sort of way to dissuade myself to keep my feelings for you in secret and hope that, one day when the fear of loosing myself into the same fire that consumed the rest of my family is gone, I would be brave enough to say it.
"You smell different, are you using a new oil mix?"
You blinked surprised at Caranthir, "Yes, actually." You then beamed at him, "I'm surprised you noticed it!"
Caranthir arched a brow and one side of his lips curled upwards, "How can I not notice something you do?"
"Oh, you're such a flatterer love."
"Anything for you, beloved."
Pairing: Maedhros x Reader (gender neutral terms) Rating: M Summary: You weren’t prone to distractions at work, but today, there was something in the air that made it almost impossible to concentrate. Words: 1097 Notes: First on the series: “Tolkien Reader Inserts One Shots”
You weren’t prone to distractions at work, but today, there was something in the air that made it almost impossible to concentrate. You rose from your desk and walked towards the open balcony, breathed deeply the fresh air and relished the scent of the snow that you smelt. The sun was beginning its descent, its light was slowly fading away, and soon enough, the bells would ring for dinner.
Pairing: Maedhros x Reader Rating: T Summary: “Can you picture it? You and I together?” Words: 482 Notes: Pre and Post Canon
Once upon a time, you and Maitimo had been the best of friends. Somewhere along the line, things became a little more complicated. You realized that you loved him before he even said anything to you. Some of your friends teased you about that, but fear kept you from ever saying anything.
Until shortly before Prince Fëanáro’s exile.
“Can you picture it? You and I together?”
You had froze in place, your heart racing and beating so loudly, you were afraid that Maitimo would hear it. Your stomach felt as if you had swallowed a thousand butterflies. You took a quick gulp of the wine you had brought, desperately trying to find either courage or time. In the end, courage won. “Yes. I can.”
No taking it back now.
Next to you, Maitimo turned slowly. His eyes narrowed, he was studying you in such an intense way, that it nearly made you flinch. “Do you mean that?” He drawled.
Another gulp of liquid courage. “Yes.”
Maitimo’s eyes bore into yours for what it felt like an eternity. In the end, he smiled and took your hand in his, and kissed it. “Good. Because I do too.”
And that had been that. The short time you two had together had been a blissful one, you followed him into exile, but you could not follow him after the Oath. The news of Alqualondë broke your heart into sharp, little pieces. From that moment on, you did the only thing you could, survive and hope.
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It was thousands of years later, while you worked in your small little pottery store, when the elf you had hoped so desperately to see again, walked inside. “Darling,” he said. His voice was full of love and regret, pain and grief and above all other things, hope. “I have returned.”
You had heard of his terrible deeds and of his valor, he had changed. It was in the way he carried himself, his eyes were older, but his love was still visible in them. You did your best not to tremble, “So I see,” you managed.
Maitimo (he would always be Maitimo to you) took a few tentative steps to you. “I have missed you. I – I know I have no right to ask for it, but I beg your forgiveness. I should have stayed.”
Your mouth felt dry, and you did your best to swallow the knot in your throat. “I will not pretend to understand why you could do what you did. And while your actions were knives to my heart, my love for you has not wavered. I still love you with the same intensity I did all those ages ago.”
Maitimo gave you a radiant smile and pulled you into his arms. You returned the hug, clutching and smelling his scent. “I am home, beloved. I am home.”
“That you are, my love. Welcome back.”
Characters: Elrond & Thranduil, Elrond & Gil-Galad Rating: G Summary: “It is an honor, Prince Thranduil.”Thranduil’s eyes sparkle, eyes as blue as the morning sky during summer, a friendly smile makes its way to his handsome face. “The honor is mine, Elrond Peredhel. I will admit that I have been most eager to meet you.” Words: 1836 Notes: Written as an idea from @eccentricmya regarding Eluréd & Elurín being Oropher & Amdír. Oh boy. I have been absent from this series for a VERY long while, on my defense, I had some serious writers block. Hopefully, I'll be able to finish it now if I write it out of order. I thought of making it a second chapter, but I decided that I would write that second part as another standalone. I have a reason for that, I want to give this and the coming one their own spotlight. Also, I'm going with Gil-Galad, son of Fingon for this series. Names: Eärmir - Sea Jewel / Elhîl - Star Heir / Eleriel - Star Daughter / Celebmeril - Silver Rose
Elrond stares at the tall blond. He has a portly look, he’s elegant and beautiful. Almost like any other elf. Except. Except that something inside of him calls him in, there is a certain aura about the Prince of the Greenwood that almost feels familiar. Which is strange. He bows, “It is an honor, Prince Thranduil.”
Thranduil’s eyes sparkle, eyes as blue as the morning sky during summer, a friendly smile makes its way to his handsome face. “The honor is mine, Elrond Peredhel. I will admit that I have been most eager to meet you.”
He blinks. That was not something he would have had expected. “I am honored, Prince Thranduil. I look forward getting to know you also.”
The smile that Thranduil send his is a dazzling one. “We should speak at some point, I am most eager to meet King Gil-Galad’s herald and minstrel.”
“It would be my honor.”
Fingon cleared his throat, "Darling, I have got a surprise for you."
You looked up from your embroidery work (a new formal robe for Fingon), looking to see Fingon had his arms behind his back, "Oh?"
In long strides, Fingon was at your side and gently depositing a small kitten on your lap, "And here she is, I hope you like her."
"Oh, Fingon," you said, immediately reaching for the mewling kitty, "she is adorable, thank you!"
Fingon kissed the top of your head, "I am glad to hear that, I rememebered the last time you mentioned wanting a cat, so, here you go beloved."
You lifted the small kitten to your cheek, happy with Fingon's gift, "It was most thoughtful of you, thank you, my love."
Characters: Galadriel & Maglor (Celeborn & Finrod mentioned) Rating: G Summary: Sauron is gone. We must go home. So, I came for you. Words: 529 Notes: Just a little idea I had.
“Maglor.”
The voice startles Maglor, even when he had heard the sounds of approaching riders, he had made no effort to hide himself. What he had not been expecting, was to see his only surviving cousin. Galadriel looked radiant as ever, a bit tired, but still. “Galadriel.”
A beat of silence.
“Does your husband allow you to wonder out so far alone?” Maglor asks.
Galadriel snorts. “Celeborn knows I tend to do as I please. And he loves me all the same, and for that, he has my love. He did not ‘allowed’ me to wonder, I simply told him I was coming to get you.”
“I see,” Maglor says. Then, he frowns as he looks at Galadriel atop a white mare and the second, riderless horse she has also led. “Then Celeborn is far wiser and understanding that I would have guessed. No offense, cousin. But now, I must ask, why is that you came seeking me for?”
Galadriel smiles, “Sauron is gone. We must go home. So, I came for you. It is high time we went home. So, that is why I am here. Because I want you to come home with myself and Elrond.”
“You want me to what, cousin?!” Maglor near shouts in surprise at hearing his cousin request. One that he would never have guessed would come. At least, not from Galadriel.
Galadriel smiles serenely. “To come to Aman, to come home with me. Our time on these shores has ended. Let us go home, Maglor.”
Maglor stares at his cousin as if she had grown a second head, “You know I cannot, my sins are too great.”
“So, you would rather fade?”
“Mandos has always been my final destination, cousin, what does it matter how I get there?”
Galadriel remains unmoved, “You must come. It is time, Elrond is waiting.”
Maglor’s eyes grow sharp as he stares intently into his younger cousin. Galadriel holds his gaze, she had never been one to be yield. She did not yielded to Fëanor, Morgoth or Sauron, she would not to Maglor, of all people. Then, the corners of Maglor’s lips curl upwards, and there is a glint in his eye that Galadriel knows too well. “And what, pray tell, is the real reason of this generous invitation.”
Galadriel gives him a smirk, “Without you in Aman, Finrod is the best singer among the Noldor. We cannot allow that.”
For a moment, nothing happens. Then, Maglor lets out a cackle. His voice might not be unused, but his laughter is. But for one moment, Galadriel sees the shadow her cousin used to be before the fall, before everything else.
“Very well,” Maglor says. “Lead on, cousin, we cannot allow Finrod to be the best singer among us for a moment longer. May he enjoy the title during the time our trip back last. Let us go home.”
Galadriel laughs, and motions with her head the second horse she brought for Maglor. Oh, she was very much looking forward to see the chaos that would happen when Maglor descended the boat.
But, at the end, they are Finwëans, and when had their family been anything but unusual?
Pairing: Beleg x Mablung Rating: T Summary: Beleg had no time to react, one moment he was trying to hunt with a spear in the river, the next he was being lifted in someone’s arms. Words: 350 Notes: A series of short stories. Tagging: @lycheesodas
Beleg had no time to react, one moment he was trying to hunt with a spear in the river, the next he was being lifted in someone’s arms.
When he looked to see who it was, he was not surprised to find Mablung scowling at him. He arched a brow.
Mablung scowled, and when he spoke, his voice was clearly annoyed, “One of these days, you will get yourself killed Cúthalion.”
“I will not, I knew what I was doing.”
Mablung snorted, “Of course, never mind that the river is too fast and the rocks are completely slippery and you are barefoot. You could have fallen and broken your neck, or drowned. Why must you make me worry so much?”
He kissed Mablung’s cheek. “How do you cope when I’m away, then?”
“Simple,” Mablung said. “I know what our duties entail. I can make peace with knowing one of us or both die defending Doriath. But you are a walking hazard who seemingly enjoys making me worry needlessly. Perhaps one day, I’ll have my hair turn silver out of pure worry for you.”
He sighed, he knew that Mablung was right. “I know Mablung, and for what it is worth, I am sorry. I should have told you. Invited you even, we could have had a nice day fishing.”
“I could still not have been able to come,” Mablung said honestly. “Our Lord wanted to know how the everything was at the border. But he has given me two weeks of rest. He says I need them.”
“That is magnificent!” He beamed. “I have a week left off, we could simply spend time together, just enjoying each other’s company.”
Mablung smiled at him, “Absolutely. That sounds like a good plan. Also, our Lord gifted me a bottle of wine of his choice, which means, that will be a fantastic one.”
“The Valar keep our Lord.” He said with a smile. Then, he arched a brow, “Mablung, I must ask, do I even weight anything to you?”
“No, it is like lifting a fruit.”
He could not help it, he laughed.
You paced outside the room that held the object of both your worry and affection, finally, you made up your mind and knocked at the door.
Mablung opened it a moment later and he smiled at you, “I have been hearing you pacing for a while, and I was wondering if you’d knock or not.”
You felt heat rise on your cheeks, “I was simply worried,” you managed. “I did not want to disturb you, but I have noticed that you and Beleg have been quite solemn since returning, and well, I was worried.”
Mablung stared at you with a blank face for a while, then he smiled, “Thank you for worrying about me, would you like a glass of wine?”
“If you don’t mind,” you said and when Mablung stepped aside, you walked into his chamber, your heart thundering in your chest, you walked in.
You gasped when Maedhros knelt in front of you.
Maedhros smiled and took your hand in his, “Beloved, I know that we have spent millenia apart, that I am someone who has a less than desirable past. But I can no longer deny the love I have for you. Because all those years alone made me realize that I want nothing more than be a family with you. So, will you marry me?”
Your eyes blurred with tears and you choked out a, “Yes!”
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.
Pairing: Ecthelion x Fem!Reader Rating: T Summary: You ran in the same circles and you were casual friends, and you were nursing a crush on him. Words: 510 Notes: A series of short fics about reader inserts.
It was the very first Gates of Summer festival, and you were very much looking forward to it.
You had prepared a new dress, a lovely sky blue with white and silver embroidery. And you hoped that Ecthelion would notice you in it. You ran in the same circles and you were casual friends, and you were nursing a crush on him. You had hopes for the festival. And it couldn’t come soon enough.
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The day he had finally come and the whole of Gondolin had poured into the streets to celebrate. The music was in full swing, when you heard a cough coming from behind you.
You turned to find Ecthelion behind you, your heart skipped a beat. He looked so handsome dressed in his deep blue and silver, a circlet that had diamonds in it. “Yes, my Lord?”
Ecthelion gave you a bow and said, “May I have this dance, my Lady?”
You swallowed trying to calm down, for your stomach felt like it had grown butterflies. You bowed back, “I would be honored, my Lord.”
Ecthelion smiled and offered his hand, you took it gladly and let him guide you to the dance floor. Once there, he spoke again, “You look quite lovely today, if I may be so bold in saying so. That shade of blue really favors you.”
“Thank you so much, my Lord,” you responded. Your heart was beating so loudly, you could almost swear that Ecthelion would be able to hear it, even with the music and sounds around you. “And may I say, you look quite handsome.”
“That is very kind of you to say, my Lady,” Ecthelion said as he spun you around. “May I ask, are you enjoying yourself?”
“I am,” you said. “Very much. Truly, our King and his advisors have planned such a wonderful festival. And may I be bold of saying that the song you composed what so very lovely?”
Ecthelion beamed at you, “Thank you, my lady. I am very glad to hear so. Tell me, are you here alone?”
You shook your head, “No, I came with some friends. Some of them are dancing and the others are eating. And you, my Lord?”
“I came here with Glorfindel.” Ecthelion said. “But he is currently playing a game of chance.”
“Then, I hope he does well,” you said, and you meant it. Lord Glorfindel had always been kind and good to you. “Pass him my well wishes.”
“I shall,” Ecthelion laughed. Then, he said, “My lady, I have a small request to make of you…”
You blinked, looking into Ecthelion’s eyes. His countenance had grown serious and there was a strange glimmer in his eye. One you could not identify and made you nervous. “Yes?”
Ecthelion took a deep breath, “May I have your permission to court you?”
You froze, and you were sure that you were hearing things. Your heart thundered in your chest, and when you could breath again, you beamed and yelled, “Yes!”
Ecthelion beamed at you, and hugged you in joy.
