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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 4 months ago

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Can i request a second part for Ambar? Where reader and Maedhros meet again in Valinor. Please (*´∀｀)ﾉ

Ambar - Maedhros x reader Part II

Word count: 3.6K

Tags: TW attempted su!c!de, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: You finally make it to Valinor, ready to leave everything behind and come to terms with your lover's demise, or so you thought...

Author's note: This one has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time.. It got a little out of hand, but I hope you enjoy it still! You can find Part I here.

Quenya translations:

Ve fanyar - like clouds

Háno - brother

Órava omessë - have mercy on us

Blue was the sky above, blue were the waves beneath.

Blue, a color you had always harbored strong sentiments for. A long time ago, it would have certainly comforted you or brought a smile to your face, even. It would have made you feel safe and guarded, seen and caressed.

But that was a long, long time ago.

A long, long time ago, you would find yourself living in it to one day pass on to become it.

You were leaving the earthly realm now, only not to become the blue you had been hoping for, but instead a faded shade of grey. Be it your ashen face or your limply hanging hair that would only reveal its once vibrant color in direct sunlight, which you avoided at all costs. You saw no benefit in wandering in Laurelin’s light. You were chained to the ocean, chained to the clouds and foaming waves, bound to drink in their lowly saturated shades of grey for all of eternity.

Ve fanyar, was said about your eyes. You had become the one whose pupils were trapped in a persisting dusk, residing in washed out irises which a storm seemed to have passed through centuries ago, and had taken away every inherent light in its rage to replace it with a thick fog concealing any other hint of a differently colored hue that could possibly be shimmering through.

On this long journey, you had caught yourself more times than one, playing with the thought of just diving headfirst into the water, abandoning the surface for good.

It would make a poor replacement for the particular abyss you had consistently been yearning for all these years.

But it had the color of his eyes.

The longer you stared off into the blue, the more it made you indifferent about your past. It was like you had left it ashore with the rest of the world, finally letting it go.

Where this journey would take you, you did not know. Whether you would make it to the Undying Lands without being banned into nothingness, you did not know.

Why you had been so insistent on staying alive all this time, you now realized, you did not know. In the end, it did not matter. It never did.

And yet, you could not lose the tiny speck of hope that had been sound asleep in your heart for centuries. You would have cursed your optimistic nature if it weren’t for your condition. Although it had been in vain for all this time, nothing could ever extinguish it completely, even in your fading.

You remembered how excited you had been about eventually sailing into the West, imagining your arrival in Valinor. But as you stepped off the ship, finally touching down on these magical grounds you had spent your whole life dreaming about, you felt nothing.

The air was cool, but forceful. It seemed to have started to spin a web around you the moment you had set foot on the pier, to steady you in your exhausted state — as if it had a life of its own. Truly, a weight was being lifted off your shoulders, a pair of helping hands placing itself onto them instead. You could not deny how something inside of you began to stir, to come back to its senses, in a way.

To your surprise, your fëa reacted. You did not deem it strong enough to even show a flicker of emotion, never in a million years could you have imagined it. The Divine did not see it fit for it to fade completely, it seemed, because you were starting to sense more than a stir… but rather… warmth?

Your fëa felt. Not only did it feel, but it felt warm. And the more steps you took upon your arrival at the harbor of Valinor, the more it was beginning to fight the dangerous slumber it had been threatening to succumb to since that day.

The area around the pier was crowded. Your first instinct was to find the fastest way out of this suffocating amount of people. At first, you seemed to wander around aimlessly, looking for an opening in the masses, to no avail. You were trapped between families reuniting with their long lost members. Lovers meeting again. Even aquaintances recognizing each other after all these years.

It was odd, witnessing something you had never deemed possible. Not after what you had done and who you had associated yourself with. You had been sure of it, there would be no happy ending for you. It was all just an illusion to make you regret every heinous act you had committed during the sinister age of the Silmarils. Every life you had ruined. Every complicit being you had protected. The kinslayer you had loved. It would only be a matter of time until Eru Ilúvatar noticed your treacherous presence on his holy grounds and banish you into the abyss, once and for all.

You did not know whether it was your paranoid mind playing tricks on you, but you swore you had seen heads turn your way during your crossing of the Western Sea. They would recognize you. Spread the word. After all, you had betrayed them. You had sided with the traitor — left for Beleriand during Valinor’s darkest hour.

But the way you had loved him — still loved him — it was consuming. He was consuming. Each and every part of you and your fëa, he belonged to. And it hurt. After all these years, after everything you had endured, it still hurt. The haven only proved how indesputably dead he was. Dead, gone, never to be seen again. Doomed to never be reborn again. Only you had found your way back to where it had all begun.

Eru, how you wished it was all just a dream. A long torturous dream that you would awaken from any moment, and realize you were still ashore, watching the last fleet of Cirdan’s ships sail toward the horizon to leave you here as the only remains of your kin. Why you had boarded this ship, you did not know.

You had spent centuries wandering the shores in search of his brother, unsuccessfully. Perhaps that was the reason. Perhaps you had realized that you really were all alone, at last. That there was nothing holding you back there.

You had loved consumingly and you were to pay the price. Face the consequences of your reckless behavior.

A long exhale left your mouth as you were brought back to reality when someone brushed past you to embrace yet another cherished being. Like clockwork, a piercing pain shot through your head, urging you to leave this place. With your hands pulling your hooded cape tighter around your shivering frame, you began to look for a clearing again.

Your fëa seemed agitated as ever, keen on leading you out of the haven to safety. This time you did not wander, for it was pulling you through the crowd, like an electric string guiding you forward with a certain sense of direction. You did not question it.

Just as the first skeptical whispers were emerging from around you, you managed to slip away to a secluded shore not far from of the pier, which was hidden away behind steep cliffs. Here, the only audible sound were the seagulls and crashing waves.

Immediately, your feet carried you into the velvety sand, until you were knee-deep in the water, realizing that you were finally facing the East, after all this time.

The tears began to fall when the wind whistled around you. You still found yourself listening for his brother’s voice. How he would sing, cry and plea into the West, hoping his kin would hear. And although you were almost certain that even he had vanished off the earth, you could not bear the thought of him anxiously waiting for someone of his kin to acknowledge his suffering. You were separated for all eternity. Never to wander the same shore again. How cruel of a parallel this was to you, now that you had reached the other side.

It dawned on you that he was the only thing you had really left behind. The only part of your old life that could still be alive out there. Yet another person you had betrayed, at last. The only proof of his existence.

Your heart was beating faster than it ever had in the last century, when you realized. You had nothing to hold on to anymore. He was gone, every last memory you had of him, gone.

But still, you could not let the wind die down without yelling his brother’s name one last time, with all your might.

“Makalaurë!”

The tears were streaming down your cheeks and neck, wetting the collar of the intricately embroidered tunic you were wearing. And the wind howled with you.

“I am here! I hear you, háno!”

Your desperate voice echoed between the cliffs towards the ocean as clouds began to form on the horizon, gradually darkening the sky, and you swore you felt the same sense of impending doom that had infested you when he had decided to leave you behind forever. If Makalaurë would ever hear you, you did not know. But you hoped with all your heavy heart, that the wind would carry your voice to him, wherever he was, to ease his pain. To let him know he had been heard. And along the message you shouted into the sky, that tiny speck of hope still remained, secretly praying for your voice to be heard by more than one. How had it come to this? The once clear sky seemed almost sinister now. When the echo of your voice died down, so did your spark — as if you had sent the remains of your fëa toward the East to deliver your final message. How ironic. You wished it had ended when he had passed. You wished you had cast yourself into the abyss with him. There was no comfort in this final fading, not with the most cruel of lonelinesses plagueing your mind, hindering you to just let go of your earthly existence in peace. It had been Makalaurë who had kept you among the living all this time, this you knew. Perhaps you would have been able to live a somewhat unremarkable life if you had ever found him. In a way, you had been subjected to the same fate — forced to spent an eternity wandering, lamenting the crimes of your past — but you had done so voluntarily, in hopes of reuniting with at least one of your kinsmen, the last one left of the once glorious House of Fëanor. Now that you were no longer able to continue your search for his location, you saw no reason in further keeping this bodily form of yours. Everything was lost to you.

Exhaustion washed over you like the waves caressing your knees, making them weak to the touch, beckoning you to give yourself up to them. The tears were blurring your vision. And the roaring of the untamed ocean breathed a cruel cold inside of you only the Helcaraxë could measure up to. This is it, you thought, this is how it will end. This was how you would cease to exist, succumb to the centuries of suffering, searching, yearning. And Mandos would punish you however he saw fit. Your legs gave in, and the rest of you complied almost instantly. You waded into the ocean, until its cold water rose up to your chest, which was beginning to have a hard time rising and falling. Around you, you felt your cape and tunic start to float in consonance with the water. It must have been a wondrous sight, for the clouds on the horizon decided to pay their last respects. As you lifted your gaze towards them, a single ray of Anar’s light streamed down from above, bathing you in the warmth of Laurelin’s light for one last time. In the face of this striking moment, even Ulmo seemed merciful. The waves came to an eerie standstill and instead let themselves be illuminated from above, painting everything in the most vibrant shade of blue, as far as your eyes could see.

And in the midst of it all, the rivers on your cheeks found themselves merging into the waters of their origin. Into an abyss of their own, which was no fiery chasm, but that serene shade of blue that was beginning to consume you, at last. A blue closest to the eyes that had drawn you in centuries ago. Perhaps it was meant to end this way. You no longer felt bad for forsaking your once colorful existence if it meant you could spent your last waking moments like this. Releasing one last breath you had seemed to be holding in the deepest depths of your soul, you lost the ground under your feet, until you were completely submerged. You were sinking into his beautiful, loving irises, drinking him in, letting him swirl around you softly for as long as you could endure, for as long as it would take to make you become one with him again. And in the end, you did believe his eyes to be the last thing you saw before everything went dark.

In this semi unconscious state, a strong hand suddenly got a hold of your waist, and began to pull you back up towards the surface. You were pressed up against someone who seemed to be trying their hardest to get you back ashore. You could not get your eyes to open nearly enough to identify the source of your disturbance, but before they rolled back, you could have sworn it was-

The roaring of the ocean had ceased almost completely when you heard it. A low, muffled voice, trying to get through. Your limbs felt awfully heavy, as if locked in place, and it was no longer warm. The more you regained consciousness, the colder it seemed to get. The muffled voice grew louder and eventually, your ears cleared up just enough to perceive what was being said to you:

“Órava omessë…”

Praying. Someone was praying.

“I beg of you, Eru…”

You realized that you were no longer floating but laying on your back. A few more moments passed and you could feel a hand touch the crown of your head before caressing your wet cheek rather sloppily — a shaky breath fanned your skin from what you assumed to be the same mouth the hushed prayers had spilled from before.

The voice no longer was a whisper, but instead turned into a desperate string of sobbing and cooing, pleading for you to wake up. “Y/N… melmenya..”

You drew a sharp breath upon hearing your name. The name you thought you would never hear again, for as long as you should live. The name only one person was allowed to bestow upon you, in this lifetime and every one that would follow.

“Stay with me.. I beg you,” With all the strength you had left, you peeled your eyelids open, trying to catch a glimpse of your savior — and the second you did, your heart skipped a beat, you swore it would have stopped beating this instant if it weren’t for who was hovering over you.

Gazing into your eyes was a pair of orbs you knew all too well. Vibrant blue, deep irises with endless turmoils raging inside of them, baring a past full of battles and adventures long ago, a love lost and betrayal of the worst kind. You looked into them and were reminded of everything you had lived, suffered and lost, all over again. Only now, it was alive, right in front of you. His eyes were full of tears swirling around, pooling, and escaping upon your awakening. “Y/N!” he gasped. The frown on his forehead grew deeper and his beautiful face twisted into an expression full of agony and such indescribable sadness.

Unable to keep his composure, he cradled your head in his large hand and buried his face in the crook of your neck, releasing cries he had seemed to have kept locked away in his heart for as long as he could remember. You could not believe it. And yet, instinctively, your arms immediately came to rest around his shaking frame, holding him close as if you had never been separated. With your eyes still open in shock, you took notice of his copper locks spilling all around you, framing your vision field like the fieriest of sunsets. And it began to dawn on you, slowly. It dawned on you when you felt the warmth of his cheek against your neck. It dawned on you when his voice was all you could hear. It dawned on you when his scent crept into your nostrils, and with it every single memory of mornings and nights spent in each other’s embrace. It dawned on you then, that in this very moment, hunched over your rigid body, holding on to you for dear life, was none other than him. Alive. And you cried out. For the first time in centuries, you cried for him, his existence, hisreturn to you. With a grip as strong as iron, swearing to never let go of him again. How you wished it wasn’t a dream. How you prayed you were living this moment and not just imagining it, desperately trying to hold on to any memory you had left of him. His head slowly rose from the crook of your neck, resting his forehead against yours instead, and lovingly rubbing his nose against yours as his tears continued to spill on your face. He was all around you. His love was all around you. His fëa was all around you.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like this, entangled in the sand, but gradually, you caught your breaths until you were able to truly study each other’s faces after all this time apart. His gaze was made up of nothing but devotion and concern, hopelessness and so much worry. You could tell he was just as scared as you were, to suddenly awaken and find himself alone again. You wanted to pinch yourself when your eyes wandered across his copper brow and freckled skin which, in your memory, had been nothing but bright and silky. Now, it seemed almost leathery-looking and somewhat ashy, even. His mouth had stayed like you remembered it; lips full, although now dry and chipped, as well as the graceful curve of his cupid’s bow you would always trace with your index finger most intimately. His cheekbones still sat high as ever, though the sides of his divinely skulpted face now were hollow and telling of malnourishment. The bags under hiseyes spoke for nights filled with endless terrors and no way of finding solace. His nose, straight and strikingly similar to his father’s, still had a small scar stretched over it horizontally from one of the many battles he had fought beside you. Eru, you wanted to capture each and every fiber of his being for eternity. Even in his disheveled, battered and bruised state, you found yourself utterly enchanted, like you had upon first laying your eyes on him ages ago. A single, quivering breath came from between your pale lips when you spoke for the first time.

“Mai…”

His hand slowly came up to your cheek and stroked it with such a feathery touch, brought the tears back into your eyes all over again. No words were exchanged when his lips laid themselves onto yours almost timidly, as if newly making their acquaintance. His kiss was soft and slow, so hauntingly familiar and invigorating, breathing life into you again like you had never felt before. And your hearts began beating in unison at last. You broke apart carefully, silently reminiscing about every memory made with each other, now that you were reunited.

How much time passed, you could not possibly tell. Only when the sky began to darken again and Laurelin made way for Telperion, did you feel the cold of the ocean in your bones again. Sitting up, you let your One hurriedly drape his woolen cape over your trembling shoulders before rising to his feet to assist you getting up. You raised your gaze to take in hisphysique, towering over you like the tallest tree in all of Ëa. And when he extended his scarred hand, you felt it. Warmth emerging from where you heart sat bashfully in your chest, and the tiniest of smiles tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Unbeknownst to why the Valar had decided to let you return to their Undying Lands, all you did know was that you were reunited at last. You could see it in his face, in the spark of hope glimmering now, after everything else had been so dull. You could feel it in your fëa, which seemed to regain more and more of its strength the longer you stared into Maitimo’s eyes. The time had come to face your fates, together now. Taking his hand, you prepared yourself for whatever it was that would come to pass upon leaving the shore. For taking on the responsibility of your actions before Valinor, before Arda, before Ëa — hands clasped tighty together with the intention of never letting go again.

#maedhros x reader #maedhros imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #hurt/comfort #maitimo #request

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 5 months ago

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Waking up next to them - Maedhros and Caranthir

Author's note: She's back with a cutesy set of headcanons :)

Maedhros

This is the most peaceful you will ever see him

His nights are short and sleepless, filled with terrors and discomfort

But in the earliest of morning hours, just before the sun rises high enough to wake him, that is when his forehead is free of his nightly frown

Copper tresses are spilling over his pillow onto yours, tickling your nose with their softness

And you awaken to see him sound asleep in a sea of orange

The faint sunlight dances over his freckles and you have to stop yourself from tracing them with your index finger

He needs the rest, you think, his terrors have been particularly heavy lately

So you decide to snuggle up to him and enjoy the feeling of his for once relaxed body against yours; no tense muscles, no shivering, no groans or jolting awake

His breaths are even and full and when the first bird starts his morning song, you look up to see him come to his senses

His eyes are like the fog at sea, clearing up ever so slightly as time passes

And the tiniest of smiles begins to form at the corners of his mouth, which you mirror almost instantly

“Good morning, Mai.”

“Morning..”

Caranthir

He’s most likely awake already

Cara is definitely a morning person, don’t get me wrong, but that doesn’t mean he wants anyone to utter a single word or even breathe in his direction

He tends to have rather scheduled mornings

You seldom catch him in a deep slumber, but he has pillow lines on his puffy face every morning, reassuring you of his well deserved, successful rest

Your eyes are still closed when you feel him stroking your hair gently as not to wake you, before the bed dips, signaling his dreadfully awaited leave

He lets out a soft gasp when you grab onto his tunic as to pull him back into your arms, and gladly lets you spoon him like a backpack

You can feel him smile against your cheek when you bury your face into the crook of his neck and inhale his indescribably comforting scent, sighing into his skin

He laughs, quietly. His voice is hoarse and has a boyish ring to it when he tells you “Good morning, melmenya,” and proceeds to turn around again to catch you opening your sleepy eyes

His arms envelop you in a most affectionate embrace

This morning, you awaken rather quickly to tell him about a dream you had last night, to which he listens intently, musing along to your thoughts

“That’s rather strange, don’t you think?”

Unfortunately, this bliss is short lived, because as soon as he hears the slightest commotion outside your chambers, he’s back to responsible prince mode

But before he inevitably leaves to attend the meeting scheduled for this morning, he makes sure to plant at least a dozen kisses all over your face

“We have to part for now, but I will see you at breakfast, my love..”

#maedhros #maedhros imagine #maedhros headcanon #maedhros x reader #maitimo #caranthir #caranthir imagine #caranthir headcanon #caranthir x reader #carnistir

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 6 months ago

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To everyone,

who has been reading my works and following my blog,

This past year did not go how I expected it to go, at all. When I created this blog, I felt so motivated to finally share what I loved; writing.

I have always been a writer, but I never dared to actually post my works anywhere, because I was afraid of judgement. Sharing my writing feels so vulnerable, especially when the works center around heavier topics.

A lot of unfortunate things happened to me this year and I just wanted to let you all know how grateful I am to still receive notifications, even after being so inactive.

Truth is, I am struggling a great deal at the moment. My sister got diagnosed with cancer around last year and she sadly did not make it. The time from her diagnosis until her passing was horrible, and I could not possibly have written anything substantial during that time. I am not going to go into more detail here, but I felt like sharing this with the few people who are still here, and might care, because this year really did affect my writing in a way that I never imagined it would.

Now, it is almost 2025. Time flies.

I think the new year, in more ways than one, should be a clean, fresh start. I want to get back to where I was when I started this blog, and not disappear for months on end, not knowing when or if I will ever write again.

So, my new year's resolution is to write more, and to find the motivation that I lost along the way. I hope everyone who reads this has a wonderful celebration, and I am sending each and every one of you so much love and look forward to sharing more with you soon!

Love, Em

#em talks

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 1 year ago

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Do you take requests for Gwindor or Beleg Cuthalion?

Hi Anon, I currently only write for the House of Fëanor and Glorfindel as well. I'll update my character list (it's on the navigation post) when I decide to expand it :)

#em talks #anon

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 1 year ago

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I know reqs ate closed, but would you please consider to finish Oialëa series when they are open again? My Cara simp heart is dying for it (and for some Fëanor drama hehe)

Hello lovely, I've been working on it! It's not quite finished yet but we're getting there :)) The Fëanor drama has to be good hehe

Also, requests are open again! Feel free to share your thoughts <3

#em talks #request

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 1 year ago

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Letters to Carnistir - IV

Author's note: It's been a while, time really flies these days. I hope you're doing good, wherever you are :)

A lot has happened over the past few months, my dear, that I cannot believe how much time has passed since I last thought of you.

Sometimes, in the darkest, most quiet hour of the night, when it seems like I am the only soul awake, my thoughts wander into worlds and universes far from my own and I am being haunted by my imagination.

Although I lay awake, I do not raise my eyes to look at the moon. Although I feel a bittersweet loneliness residing in my heart, I do not attempt to contact anyone close to me to tell them about it.

But this loneliness is a different one. One I have never felt before.

When before, I used to shed tears at the thought of being all by myself at night, I have grown to appreciate the silence. In a way, I believe it to be some sort of compensation for my busy, hectic days.

I seem to be scattered everywhere, all at once.

It finally makes sense to me, when I remember you telling me how you feel trapped in time's grip. Sometimes, I feel like it is the only thing keeping me sane. Running around from one end of town to the other. Making endless acquaintances. Talking about each of our unique experience of this lifetime we share.

My heart has grown wistful. I find myself reminiscing about moments I am experiencing in real time, instead of leaning back and enjoying them to the fullest. Perhaps that is the reason I choose to keep my eyes open when night falls and revel in its quiet serenity, because each darkness is the same. There are no places I need to travel to, no people I need to meet. I can lay there, all alone and content. And I am allowed to be consumed by each and every memoria praeteritorum bonorum, no matter how insignificant, without failing to appreciate the present.

You are a child of the night, that I know. How it comforts me when I lay awake. Somewhere, sometime, our thoughts will collide in a loving embrace, that is when we shall meet again. I am certain of it.

#caranthir #carnistir #letters to carnistir #letters to comfort characters #caranthir x reader

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 1 year ago

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Letters to Maitimo - II

People always claim they could never imagine themselves in your shoes.

That your life and your responsibilities would overwhelm them and they would not even last a day as your substitute.

I used to believe them. I used to think I could never measure up to the things you do — I could never stay afloat like you. I used to think I would sink and succumb to the unbearable weight of your duties.

How unjust is it for us eldest children to bear the burden of responsibility, the sole reason being the time of our birth?

What makes us so different from our younger siblings?

What made our parents think they could take away the most precious thing — our childhood — and replace it with the worrisome truths of adult life?

Lately, my life has been swamped with these feelings, these seemingly unfulfillable duties. And Eru, I wish I could just disappear. I wish I could melt away into a loved one’s embrace and not think about the future, or how everyone will depend on me if anything bad ever happens.

And yet, it is my deepest, darkest desire to be taken care of. To not be taken for granted. To be treated as though I was one of my younger siblings and not the eldest for once.

And it embarrasses me so. This desire, this childish urge of mine to be swaddled and caressed. To be told how proud one is of me, after I have spent my entire life proving to myself that I do not need anyone to lean on. But that never happens. And so I continuously wander this never-ending circle of yearning and accepting the loneliness that will never fade — the soles of my feet are blistered.

I see you and I see each and every little sting it took to forge you into the person you are today: honorable, wise, reliable. Even-tempered, diplomatic, just.

Maitimo, my copper headed dear one, I just want you to know you can rely on me. You can let it all go if you want to, because I am here and I understand. Every eldest sibling is, that is what I wholeheartedly believe.

We may not have our families to lean on, but we have each other. We are interchangeable, we are aware of the attributes it takes to be the eldest because we had no choice in the matter.

And I assure you, we would last significantly longer than just a mere day if we were to be put in your shoes.

#maedhros #maitimo #letters to maitimo #letters to comfort characters #maedhros x reader

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 2 years ago

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Hey you're back, me after a stressful exam and I need something sweet. Reader and Glorfindel are married, and she's a pretty sweet person. Because of that, she was easily liked by everyone, so she was given a wreath by some children, and she put them on her head to show the children their work. Maybe Glorfindel accidentally returned from the meeting and saw her, I think he would be impressed.After being complimented by Glorfindel, she took her wreath and put it on him, she was just like "So beautiful!!!"

Flower Crowns - Glorfindel x reader

Word count: 1K

Tags: Fluff

Author's note: Hey Anon, a small drabble to brighten up your day :)

It was a peaceful afternoon, the clouds were closing in on the sun in the sky, reminding the inhabitants of Imladris that the rain would soon be upon them.

You knew, you could feel the moisture in the air. You could feel it creeping onto your skin and hair — hair which you were currently braiding anew for the group of elflings in front of you.

“Y/N, hurry!”

You laughed, finishing the low braid at last. “Alright, I’m ready.” Giggling was heard when you bent down, feeling a set of small hands gently smoothe down your hair before another one clumsily placed the flower crown on top of your head. Their coos grew louder when you straightened your back and slowly rose up to your original height, smiling down at their glowing faces and sparkling eyes.

“You’re so pretty!” one of them blurted out, quickly covering her mouth in embarrassment, only to have her attention shift onto your hand which descended upon her small head with tenderness, caressing its crown in gratitude.

“Thank you for this, I will treasure it forever,” you spoke, unable to hide the smile in your voice. Needless to say, you were standing a bit taller than usual when you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror the elflings had brought for you.

“You did so well, little ones! You will make fine artisans one day, let it be known!” There was laughter and applause all around you as you twirled for them, showing off their hard work.

Little did you know there was another pair of eyes on you, watching you with the utmost love and care. He was eagerly waiting for you to turn into his direction so that he could admire you in all your glory.

“Ah! I think I just felt a drop of rain!” one of the children called out, followed by the others joining in and quickly gathering their things to escape inside. “Come now, make haste!” you urged, and the group followed you back to the estate, giggling and squealing all the while. You slowed down a bit to make sure every elfling made it inside when someone suddenly grabbed your wrist, startling you. Your eyes fell on a familiar looking hand whose thumb was now caressing your skin in a way only one person would. You raised your head to Glorfindel, whose hair was shimmering in a cold shade of gold as a response to the timid sunlight.

“Apologies, Y/N, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he spoke, gentle eyes squinting just the slightest bit with the smile that began to blossom on his face — you didn’t realize how you were mirroring it almost instantly. His eyes drifted upwards and laid themselves on the wreath adorning your head. The hand on your wrist loosened its grip and instead travelledtowards the wreath as well, softly poking one of the colorful flowers braided into it.

“The children certainly outdid themselves today,” he mused.

He ghosted his finger over your cheek — you held your breath — and decided to let it rest under your chin. The adoration radiating off of him nearly drove you mad. And even though you'd been married for quite some time now, you prayed he wouldn’t notice your heartbeat that was now at the speed of a thousand horses riding into battle.

“It looks beautiful, you look beautiful.”

You released the breath you had been holding, a familiar, comforting warmth started spreading throughout your body. He really was something. Before he knew it, you decided to turn it all around, taking the wreath off your head and placing it on his instead, which earned you a surprised raise of eyebrows.

“Look at you.”

You could have sworn you saw the hint of a blush being dusted over his cheeks, momentarily breaking his confident exterior, but that couldn’t be, right? He was Lord Glorfindel of the House of the Golden Flower, your husband who would always pride himself on his ability to make you stutter and blush with his words — surely something as mundane as a flower crown wouldn’t phase him.

And yet, the blush really did appear on the apples of his cheeks, and he smiled. Timidly. Lowering his gaze. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Thank you, Y/N.” His voice was quiet, wrapping itself around you in a satin-like embrace. Seeing him like this made you stand even taller now — when normally, he would be the one flustering you with his masterful words that were almost always dripping with honey in conversation, he surely hadn’t expected this.

“Well, I’m sure the children would be delighted to craft you a crown of your own.”

He nodded his head, laughing quietly.

“I insist. Until then, would you care to join me for dinner tonight? We simply must discuss the flower patterns.” The tone in his voice went back to normal in the blink of an eye it seemed, the reason for that being the secretive giggles that were heard from inside where the elflings were most definitely spying on your interaction with the golden haired Lord.

"I'd love to!"

There it was again, that twinkle in his eyes, which seemed to be increasing in brilliance when you nodded your head enthusiastically at the suggestion.

"I should freshen up first, though," you gestured to the grass stains on your skirt, to which he hummed in agreement.

"Then I will pick you up at sunset. I have some business to tend to myself," he gestured to a group of guards assembling on the courtyard by the gate.

"Border patrol," you concluded, observing the scene momentarily before you were brought back into reality by your husband clearing his throat almost comically, and the children were giggling even more behind the door. You smiled and decided to play along, making sure to look up at him as adoringly as you could.

"Have a wonderful rest of the day, my love." He bowed his head, placing his right hand on his chest — right above his heart — before returning the flower crown to your itching hands. You did not miss his fingers lingering on yours for just a tad bit longer than what was considered proper. The children squealed at the intimacy that was being displayed in front of them. You locked eyes with Glorfindel who was trying to hold back his laughter just as much as you were. What a show you had delivered to the children. You just knew you would be bombarded with questions about the Lord's affections for the rest of the day.

#glorfindel #glorfindel x reader #glorfindel imagine #request

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 2 years ago

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Waiting

Author's note: Something a little different for once. I've been going thru it lately and wanted to share a bit of the writing that came out of it :)

I’m just waiting for it to rain. Desperately.

I want it to drown me. I wish for it to drown me all at once.

I want to choke and squirm in its grip, but it won’t come to grab me.

For I am not sure how much longer I will be able to withstand the pressure.

Hands seem to grasp at me, left and right, pulling me into every direction under the sun. I can feel the pain in my head from where my hair is being pulled. Hair that I try to care for so lovingly, now tangled and limp. I can feel it around my neck, like a heavy iron cast being sealed into place for good, hindering me to speak up when I most desire to, hindering me to raise my head to look up at the sky.

What difference would it make, I think to myself, it’s grey anyway.

I can feel it in my eyes, where someone casts their palm over my face as to keep me shunned. I find myself praying they will just wipe my tears instead. That they will gaze upon me without malicious intent. But my visage is cold, never-ending streams of salt all dried up like a mask on my skin. Skin that seems to have forgotten the gentle caress of someone who harbours genuine sentiments.

I can feel it on my shoulders. I wish I could scream, beg them to consider my physical strength — I cannot endure the weight. I will break.

For the love of God, I will break.

I can feel it all over my back. Hunched over as I sit, trying to protect whatever part of me is still intact. Desperately shielding it from the world.

I want to believe in miracles. There is good in this world, there has to be. I will only make it worse if I succumb to the pain. If I give in and let it devour me like vultures that have been preying long enough. Sometimes, I catch myself thinking about letting them have me. About their pointy beaks breaking my dried up skin. I wonder how painful it must feel, only for it to dawn on me that I probably wouldn’t feel anything, disfigured and drained as I am.

I am unsure what it is I am holding out for, exactly.

I lie awake at night, thoughts of death eating away at my insides until my heart cannot take it anymore.

I want to be held. But whenever I am, I am horrified to realize that these thoughts do not vanish into nothingness the second I bury my face into your chest.

Nobody ever taught me how to live like this. Nobody ever taught me what to do when confronted with death. What to do when nothing seems to quench its thirst, when everything leaves you bleeding with loneliness — the blood streaming through my veins is cold. I wonder how long it will take for me to freeze up from the inside. For me to cease to feel anything.

How am I supposed to navigate with a compass that points anywhere but north? How am I supposed to stand up straight and look people in the eye, when every fiber of my being yearns for the chance not to be perceived. To be left alone in darkness, though secretly hoping someone out there detects my anguished screaming disguised as a radiant smile.

I’m just waiting for it to rain. Desperately.

I want it to drown me. I wish for it to drown me all at once.

I want to choke and squirm in its grip, but it won’t come to grab me.

#em talks #my writing

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 2 years ago

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Hello my lovely friend. How are you? 💖

Hi Anon, I'm doing okay! I know I haven't been active at all on here. A lot of unexpected things happened over the past few months that just completely threw me off. Someone close to me got really sick and I moved places, as well. Though I have been writing a lot, I never got to posting it, idk I just felt like marinating in my unpublished writing (also it's all so very sad haha). But thank you for your ask! I hope you're doing well! <3

#em talks #anon

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 2 years ago

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Honey, I love your hc! OK I need another set of the Noticing You've Picked Up Their Mannerisms but with Tyelko and also Glorfindel! Please and also thank you in advance! 💚💚💚

Noticing you’ve picked up their mannerisms - Celegorm and Glorfindel

Author’s note: A bit late but here it is! Enjoy queen💅🏽

Celegorm

Ever since he was little, Tyelkormo has had the habit of persuading others with a specific move whenever he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to be doing

He told you about it once, and you had burst out laughing because you simply couldn’t imagine him acting this way, since he was usually the one receiving the compliments — why would he need to turn it around?

It had all started as a joke, when he had asked his mother permission to follow his older brothers into the woods past sunset to go bird watching

Nerdanel, however, had denied her then youngest child and that was when little Tyelko had found out that his silver tongue could get him anywhere

You didn’t believe him when he had told you about this sneaky tactic of his, but then remembered how many times he had persuaded you to do certain things or turn a blind eye on what he was doing

Usually, he would have no problem with you doing your thing but today, you really wanted to practice sparring with the Ambarussar who were insisting you brought their brother’s precious longsword

You knew he wouldn’t allow it, since that weapon meant a lot to him it’s basically an extension of his ego but you decided to give it a try

So when you enter his room, ask nicely and end up getting rejected, you gently hug him from behind and tell him how much you would appreciate it, how he had such a generous heart and how his sword would be the only worthy weapon yadayadayada

Basically you’re sucking up to him like a champ, touch his biceps while you’re at it

Someone with an ego like that simply can’t resist a beautiful person complimenting him right?

“I suppose I could- hey!” He frees himself from your sensual grip and stares at you with wide eyes, a surprised, playful grin spreading across his face seconds later “I don’t believe it, using my own evil ways against me,” he muses in disbelief, feline eyes twinkling mischievously

You feign shock, mockingly placing your hand on your heart “Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

A for effort queen

Nevertheless, Tyelko is impressed. You almost tricked him! That deserves a reward

But now he’s staring at you through the window, hawk eyes watching his precious sword in your nervous hands — performance anxiety incoming

And be prepared to be charmed when you return

Glorfindel

This one is bittersweet

When he first returned from the Halls of Mandos, Glorfindel wore his hair in a single braid, never once letting it down like he used to ages ago

You know it was because of his last battle, and you also know that it had taken him a long time to overcome the habit of putting his golden tresses into a braid whenever he was about to leave his chambers

It just made him feel safer

You’ve seen him do it countless times. You’d wake up to him sitting on the edge of the bed, hands quickly working to weave a specific pattern into the braid

You hardly put your hair up, the sole reason being you preferred it down

But today was rather windy and you’ve been running around with hair blowing all over the place, blocking your view, tangling itself in your jewellery and tickling your face and neck constantly

Glorfindel is at your side, helping you pick some seasonal herbs for you to dry and press later this evening when a lock of your hair blows in his face, making him scrunch his nose

You laugh, gently pulling it back and begin to complain about the windy weather while your hands simultaneously start gathering the hair and braiding it in his unique style

He’s stunned and just watches you without really listening to you talk — that braid looks awfully familiar

The way your hands subconsciously move just like his astounds him

“Wait, Y/N, let me see,” he softly turns your head to the side to admire the intricate pattern worked into your braid, you literally copied each and every one of his techniques flawlessly

For some reason he feels emotional, knowing that this braid emerged from a deep wound within, and now his beloved is wearing it with a smile on their face

In a way, he feels proud to have had such an impact on you — a person who never really braids their hair in the first place

“What is it?” you ask before connecting the dots “I didn’t realize!” Your hand flies up to touch the back only to be met with his already caressing your hair in awe

“It looks beautiful on you,” he sighs, gently laying the braid across your shoulder

In that moment, Glorfindel feels closer to you than ever

He sees your love in that braid, his story coming into contact with yours and creating something wonderful

You make a mental note to wear your hair like this more often just to see the wistful expression on his face

He doesn’t talk about his last battle very often, but you feel like you got a bit closer to him today

And he feels it too, he’s already contemplating how to share more of his past with you, step by step :)

#celegorm #celegorm imagine #celegorm headcanon #celegorm x reader #tyelkormo #glorfindel #glorfindel imagine #glorfindel headcanon #glorfindel x reader #request

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 2 years ago

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How are you doing? ☺️

I was wondering if you could write a fic/ headcanons for Maedhros comforting a elf reader during her period.

Love you! (　＾ω＾)

Maedhros comforting you during your period

Author‘s note: This is fitting, I actually just got my period last week haha. Love you too! Enjoy!🥰

Maitimo always notices when you’re not yourself or even just a little out of it

Taking care of people comes naturally to him, being the oldest son and firstborn prince, he’s used to it

So when you wake up this morning, curled into a fetal position, hiding underneath the blanket with your eyes shut in pain, he immediately knows what to do :)

He doesn’t speak much, makes a mental note to talk to you softly since there is a lot going on with you and he doesn’t want to agitate you any further

Mai is very observant. He always seems to know when to talk to you and when to leave you alone

Even when he has work to do, he’s always at your disposal, moving his affairs to the room next to your bedchamber just in case you needed something

He also makes sure to remind you that you don’t have to work, that you should take all the time you need to rest until you feel like you can be productive again

The second you call him he’s at your side, ready to bring you whatever it is you desire

“Mai?” your voice is weak, hands on your stomach as to calm the cramps shooting through your body “Yes, Melda. What do you need?”

He has had multiple trips to the healing quarters, asking the healers there how to help best during times like this because he wants to be a pillar of support as opposed to leaving you to suffer all by yourself

Mai is well-prepared, always ready to make your day better and seemingly never runs out of energy or patience

Probably because of his brothers and their shenanigans oop- Who wouldn’t have unlimited patience with siblings like that

When your cramps are particularly horrible, he sits next to you with a hot washcloth and gently wraps it around your lower stomach and back before opening the window

Even if you can’t move, he wants to make sure you get as much fresh air as possible

Whenever you have cravings, he makes sure to stock up on the specific items he knows you’ll ask for eventually

Cuddles are a must!!!

Mai always retires as early as possible during this time, so that he can hold you close for a while before going to sleep, because sometimes that is the most effective thing to do when you have mood swings

He can’t quite wrap his head around it, but whenever you snuggle into him, your entire being grows so much calmer and you seem to be in less pain

Maybe it’s his fëa comforting you from the inside <333

Either way, proximity and positive emotions on his part always prove themselves to be a huge help

All in all, having Mai as a personal comforter during your period is a 10/10, he really has everything under control and nothing seems to shake him and that’s on periodt see what I did there

#maedhros #maedhros imagine #maedhros headcanon #maedhros x reader #maitimo #request

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 2 years ago

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Hi! 💕

Can i request a Maedhros x female elf reader angst fic?

Thank you 💗

Ambar - Maedhros x reader

Word count: 1.5K

Tags: Angst, character death.

Summary: Maitimo's fate catches up to him at last, and there is nothing left to be done.

Author's note: Ambar (Quenya), meaning fate or doom. I had goosebumps writing this. Enjoy!🥀

"Where is he?" You were out of breath, almost every ounce of strength left inside you had been spent, desperately searching for him. Maglor’s eyes were wide, gleaming with fear. You did not miss his hand, burned and blistered.

So they had found them.

"Where is he, Makalaurë?" Your gaze shifted behind the singer’s figure and immediately, your heart sank. There he stood. Alone, dangerously close to the edge.

"Maitimo!" You yelled. Anyone would have felt relieved to be reunited with their lover, but something inside of you told you this was no time to feel relief, or any positive emotion, in fact. Something horrible was upon you all, and you knew it. You felt it in your spirit which was intertwined with his — a terrifying premonition was beginning to settle into your bones.

His face was wet with tears, twisted into an agonizing expression. Red hair sticking to his sweaty face, the fire in his remorseful eyes seemed to be stronger than ever, or maybe it was just the crimson sparks flying all around you that made it seem that way. There was a terrible turmoil raging in him. He was a vision in flames, beautiful, even in his demise. It tore your heart in the most woeful of ways when you realized what was about to happen. Panic was beginning to gnaw at you, growing worse by the second. You felt your knees grow weak. It could not end like this.

His brows were furrowed, scars on his once gentle features enlightened by the flames below. He winced at his blistered hand growing redder until the smell of burning flesh was strong in the air. But he didn’t let go. He clutched the jewel, bringing it to his chest with a pained expression. You could tell he was trying his hardest to stand straight — in a way, he was fighting for what was left of his dignity to be able to take a last stand before you — however, the pain made him hunch over the closer he brought the Silmaril to his heart, surrendering to his father’s forsaken oath. He was crumbling. Everything he had lived, fostered and practiced was falling to pieces before you.

"Mai," you begged "Maitimo, my love, please." Your voice was distorted, strained from the cries you were fighting to be able to speak to him.

The memory of his happy face flashed before your eyes — skin unharmed and clear, blue eyes kind, merciful and full of love. Of hope. He used to be hopeful, determined to make things right, to keep the memory of his father alive. You found yourself searching for that spark, only to be met with nothing. It frightened you how dull his eyes were. How dejected and empty they seemed. Unrecognizable, even. How the fire in his spirit seemed to be going out. This was it. You locked in a stare with him, too stunned to say anything else, for the tears and his state of being had robbed you of your capacity to form a coherent sentence. He seemed so far away. So helpless. You tried taking a step towards him, beckoning him to come closer, only to be met with more tears streaming down his dirty skin, carving rivers into the grime that had accumulated on his hollow cheeks. He shook his head.

No.

"I’m sorry. I love you. Please, close your eyes."

Those were last words he uttered before he released a breath he had seemed to be holding forever. Only this time, something new was shining in his eyes — acceptance. There appeared to be one sole way to rid himself of this pain and you both knew it. This burden had accompanied him for what seemed like an eternity, only for all of you to realize it had been in vain.

For the only remaining testimony of his father’s existence and brilliance to reject him. His brothers. Each of their deaths, their suffering. Everything they had done, for nothing. Maitimo turned towards the edge of the chasm, not looking back.

No.

The last glimpse you caught of your One were his tangled copper locks blowing in the wind, for a protective hand was cast over your glossy eyes from behind, just before you could witness the inevitable.

No, Eru.

Maglor’s arms around your waist were the only thing holding you back from jumping after him. Your wails ripped through the thick air so loudly, any living creature in the farthest of realms would have shuddered at the sheer terror they carried. You screamed and cried like never before, because now, you felt it. The scorching pain shot through you relentlessly, as though you were the one going up in flames.

He was burning.

He was burning and there was nothing you could do about it.

It felt like your heart was being torn out of your chest. Like Morgoth himself was opening your ribcage to rip it out as a souvenir of his malicious deeds, delighting in your torment. You were pulled against Maglor, locked in place no matter how hard you tried to escape. All you could see were flames. The scenery in front of you was eerily contorted and flimmering, partly because of your tears, partly because of the searing heat that was all around you. You found yourself reaching out towards the edge, praying he would float back up into your arms. It felt as though you were no longer in your own body. Your arms suddenly seemed much longer and Maitimo only seemed to stray further away. You felt your connection to his spirit weaken at an alarming rate.

His fëa was vanishing.

The security you had fostered for the last century was slipping from your fingers all at once. Your companionship and his vow to always stay by your side were now becoming nothing but a broken promise, a soon to be memory. All you could do was squirm in his brother’s iron arms, limbs flailing around aimlessly.

You didn’t feel Maglor’s grip on you. You didn’t feel him pulling you close. You didn’t feel your throat growing hoarse from all the screaming, wailing, crying — hopelessly trying to hold on to the last whiff of Maitimo’s spirit. Only when he forcefully turned you away from the abyss to face him did it break over you. And when it did, you found yourself clawing at his hair, his shoulders, his face. Anything to keep you here, to keep you grounded. His arms enveloped your shaking form so very tightly as to remind you that he was here with you. That he was in just as much pain. That he had lost Maitimo in the same way that you had.

But you needed him. Eru, you needed him here with you.

Craning your sore neck towards the sky, you let out a cry, channeling all of your hurt and the last ounce of your strength into a plea:

"Have you no mercy? After everything he has suffered! Eru, if you hear me, give me a sign! Any.. Anything," you finally sank to your knees, falling into the last remaining prince’s frame — knowing there would be no sign coming your way. Not after everything they had done.

"Please…Bring him back.." Your breaths were shallow, the burning sensation of your One’s cruel fate still vividly inside of you, stripping you of any power you had left.

The last fragment of Maitimo’s fëa had thus faded from within you. He was removed from your soul for all of eternity. There was no chance of reuniting, for Mandos would not grant it. He was gone. Your One was gone.

And only now did his voice echo inside your head, warning you about how you were risking everything, throwing away any prospects of a happy, promising life if you decided to court him. Warning you about the Oath. How it would loom over you until the end of time, reminding you to let go of any hopes of settling. You had been naive, thinking it wouldn’t catch up to you eventually. Maitimo’s love and partnership had not only clouded your mind but also encouraged you to put off the thought process about your life post-quest. Just what were you to do? He had told you from the very beginning that there would be no chance of a happy ending for you. How could you ever believe your love would shield him from this burden, keep him safe and sound in your embrace and forget about his duty. About his brothers and their unfulfilled lives. Lives that had been stolen and fates that had been cruelly sealed the day they had made this horrible vow.

Maitimo had never been yours, no matter how many times he had declared it to you. No matter how deeply he had loved and cherished you, held you close to his heart. You had simply forgotten because there was nothing you would ever want more than him. There was nothing your soul burned for more. Nobody. And only now that he had been taken from you did it catch up to you at last.

He was his father’s son, after all.

#maedhros x reader #maedhros imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #angst #angst no comfort #maitimo #request

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memoriapraeteritorumbonorum · 2 years ago

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Hello darling Em!

Your fluff writing is so cute 😍

I was hoping to put in a request for something sweet with Káno. Y/N has been working very hard on a lot of projects and has not only overworked themselves, but also they feel very gloomy, unaccomplished, and tired. How would Káno react / how would he make Y/N feel better?

Please and thank you! I wanna know your take! 💚💚💚

Imagine Maglor comforting you after overworking yourself

Word count: 1.9K

Tags: Fluff, Maglor being the epitome of comfort ugh

Author's note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I had so much fun writing this little imagine💚🌿 Enjoy!

Today was the day. You had felt it when you had awoken this morning but decided to ignore the sinking feeling of exhaustion. There was simply too much to be done, you couldn’t possibly take a break — Eru forbid if you missed your deadline!

So here you were, hunched over a bunch of papers, trying to decipher the meaning behind the scribblings you had hastily written the night before. But to no avail.

"What were you thinking, Y/N?" You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed exasperatedly. It was late autumn and the harvest festival was upon the Blue Mountains. You had been asked by the neighboring village to kindly open the festivities with a speech commemorating the history of elven customs during harvest season, particularly since everyone knew you had an affinity for history; be it art, music or traditions. It was your duty as a noble of this house to attend events like this and while you enjoyed them more than anyone else in the estate — even your husband, who was known to be the biggest supporter of merry gatherings such as this one — you found yourself regretting to have agreed to this specific occasion. One could say your enthusiasm and eagerness to please were your toxic traits, for they drained you to no end, making you question your entire existence and role in this realm.

It wasn’t like anyone would be mad at you for declining the opening ceremony, however, you simply hadn’t had the strength to say no when they had asked you. Harvest season was a busy one. And now, you were responsible for not only the festivities taking place at your estate but consequently the neighboring village as well. How you were supposed to shoulder all of that, you had no idea. You knew Makalaurë was knee deep in his own affairs, but it frustrated you to no end seeing how he seemed to be able to balance all of his tasks while simultaneously enjoying them. How did he do it? How could he still dance around the corridors of this house, interacting with everyone with that huge smile on his face while you had no capacities to even drink enough water for the day? You felt pressure on your forehead where a frown had formed.

"I don’t have time for this right now.."

Sloppily gathering the indecipherable papers on your desk, determined to start anew — hopefully this time your notes would actually be readable — you accidentally knocked over a stack of books that had been balancing rather dangerously on the right edge of your desk. That was it. The last straw.

Angrily scrunching up and ripping the papers in your hand, you kicked your desk with all your might and a nasty pain shot through your foot. You yelled and the papers went flying, along with your composure. The books were scattered all over the floor, shreds of paper were raining down on you to remind you of your failure, and all you could see were your ink stained hands shaking in front of your eyes before the tears inevitably took over.

Eru. You were a mess. Your entire room was. This entire season had been. You had officially hit the wall head-on. There was nothing more to be done. You could already see the mayor’s face in your head, eyeing you with that disappointed look. How did you ever think you could fit this speech into your schedule? It was quiet for a moment, and you tried your hardest to suppress the tears because you simply did not have the time to be crying right now.

Get it together, Y/N, you’re such a joke.

That was when the door opened and in came Makalaurë, holding his lyre and a book in his hands. He was glowing, about to tell you something wonderful it seemed. But the second he saw the scene in front of him, he clutched the lyre tightly in shock.

"My love, what’s wrong?" He rushed to your side and put down his things, completely focusing on you. His eyes were blue like the sky on a summer’s day, something you hadn’t seen in ages it seemed, for the sky was grey and cloudy today. And it had been yesterday. And the day before that. Eru, you hadn’t left your chambers in almost a week.

"I can’t do it, Laurë," you sobbed, clumsily wiping your eyes with your sleeves. "The festival’s in three days and I can’t even read my own handwriting, and there’s so much to be done- the speech isn’t even halfway done- the decorations for the foyer- a-and the dining area- oh Eru, I’m going to have a meltdown,“ you cried, arms flying around his neck to hold onto him for dear life.

Makalaurë was shocked to see you this hysterical, you had always prided yourself on your hardworking nature and ability to thrive under pressure, but he had feared this day would come. Soon enough, you would have had to realize you had overbooked yourself. He had told you multiple times to always make time in the day to care for yourself so that completing tasks would be easier and more enjoyable, but stubborn how you could be, you had dismissed his advice. He couldn’t blame you, really — you did have an impressive resume so surely, you knew better than him. Not this time though.

"Oh, love…" he sighed, gently kissing the top of your head before cradling your face, eyes scanning over the morbid looking nuances of your skin. When was the last time you had eaten? Or seen sunlight?

He felt horrible for not noticing earlier how exhausted you had been this whole time. Granted, he had been completely immersed in his own duties as the Lord of the House, but that did not excuse him disregarding your wellbeing. Because here you were, arms almost limply around his neck, breathing heavily, the bags underneath your dull, reddened eyes prominent as ever. He needed to get you out of this godforsaken room.

"We are to leave this room immediately," he began and you moved to open your mouth in protest but found yourself too tired to speak up now. He was right and you knew it. Carefully helping you stand up, he guided you around the books on the floor before draping a soft tunic over your shoulders. "Let’s get you something to eat."

You snuggled into the fabric, leaning into his form next to you. You did not know where he was taking you, but the idea of fresh air and food already lifted your spirits in ways you could not have imagined back in your study.

You ended up in the old greenhouse at the far edge of his estate, hidden away in the gardens. The air was humid, it seemed like rain was upon you. Makalaurë lead you inside, towards an upholstered bench where you sat down, immediately pulling your legs up to your chest and closed your eyes, inhaling the fresh air and soothing scents of the plants around you. When you opened them again, he stood in front of you, smiling lovingly before moving to get a blanket from a cabinet next to you, wrapping your body in it.

"I’ll be right back, anything specific you wish to drink?" He asked, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. You took a second before replying "Some herbal tea, perhaps? I think I need it." That was all he needed to hear before nodding and hastening out of the greenhouse, keen on bringing you whatever it was you desired.

It didn’t take long for your lover to return with a tray of the finest selection of fruits, a vibrantly colored salad, a bowl of steaming pumpkin soup and a cup of your most beloved blend of herbal tea. He took a seat next to you and began feeding you small pieces of fruit first, to encourage your appetite. "You could have told me, Y/N," he scolded you softly, to which you would have looked away sheepishly if it wasn’t for his hand tenderly grasping your chin so that he could feed you a spoon of the delicious soup. When you felt motivated enough, you carefully took the bowl out of his hands and began eating on your own accord. You did not miss him watching you like a hawk, making sure you did not waste a single drop. It was quiet in the greenhouse, except for some birds chirping in the distance.

"I didn’t want to bother you," you spoke, to which he raised his eyebrow. That was a bad excuse and you knew it. "I just- I didn’t want to admit to my failure. So many people were counting on me, how could I possibly decline any of their requests?" The empty bowl in your lap was replaced with the cup of tea. His hands lingered on yours, sweetly caressing your knuckles.

"I understand. But your health and wellbeing are of the utmost importance. You cannot possibly fulfill all of these tasks without taking care of yourself, love. There are many things I admire about you, and your enthusiasm and drive are a big part of that. You are such a determined individual with intentions purer than the lullabies a mother would sing to her child. You put everyone first, and it is my job to remind you not to be too selfless, to give yourself the treatment everyone else receives from you. Look at me," his gaze was warm, concerned and wistful "You are never a burden, understand? I would never play down your abilities, but seeing you so exhausted tells me you need a hand. And you should never feel ashamed to ask for help, especially not from me." Your brows furrowed, and you found yourself fighting the tears yet again because you knew he was right.

"As for the speech, I forbid you to set foot into your study for the rest of today. Tomorrow, we will work on it together, but today is no longer meant for working. Don't even think about it." You nodded quietly, grateful to have him here to ground you. He truly was your rock.

"I already talked to the staff about the dining area and the foyer — they are more than happy to assist with putting the decorations up, seeing as you already sketched most of it out." His arms came around you in an embrace, squeezing you so tightly you almost spilled your tea. With his soft lips meeting your forehead, you closed your eyes and for the first time this week didn’t feel guilty about it. "Thank you, Laurë," you whispered, overwhelmed by his affections and caring soul, "I don’t know what I would do without you."

“Perish, I’m afraid," he replied, his chest rumbling with a hearty laugh, sending comforting vibrations throughout your body. So you remained, in each others arms. It didn’t take long for the rain to arrive, and soon enough, the pitter-patter of each little droplet contributed to a soothing symphony sounding on the glass walls around you. The last thing you perceived was Makalaurë's beautiful voice humming an innocent memory to greet the rain, feeling thankful and relaxed at last.

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