#and Orodreth/Túrin

[aipilosse]

gil-galad/elrond for 23 (as encouragement), OR celebrimbor/orodreth for 54 (out of envy or jealousy)?

Celebrimbor/Orodreth is a really big-brained ship. I was very won over by Visitor's version of it in the Mamma Mia AU (btw everyone should read the Mamma Mia AU: here we go again)

Unfortunately, this is not that.

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Túrin looked grave as he always did, a permanent line etched between dark brows, but his mouth softened when he saw Finduilas holding out the wreath of flowers.

Celebrimbor's stomach twisted, ugly thoughts rising to choke him. Just a few months ago he thought he could feel only happiness for Finduilas and would have rejoiced to see the soft smile she now turned towards Túrin as he accepted the wreath. But a few months ago he had not seen the bewitching beauty of Túrin: raven-haired, eyes of fascinating matte-grey, smooth pale skin that contrasted with rough black hair on his chin and chest, and shoulders that stunned whether draped in thin linen or chain-mail.

After an evening consuming copious amounts of apple brandy with Finduilas to soften what felt like a stiff parody of their old friendship, he had confessed his jealousy of her.

Her musical laugh had discordant notes. "Túrin son of Húrin loves me not; nor will," she had said before discarding her glass to drink straight from the bottle.

Those were her words, yet in a city full of adoration, only Finduilas seemed capable of eliciting any warmth from Túrin.

"Hmph."

Celebrimbor turned to see Orodreth standing next to him with a look of sour discontent that mirrored his own heart.

"You too?" Celebrimbor asked.

Orodreth startled; a guilty look flashed over his face before his scowl deepened. "Valar forgive a father for looking in sadness upon his daughter's entanglement with a mortal," he bit out. "You cannot understand the pain."

"Of course not, my liege." Celebrimbor echoed Orodreth's sarcasm. "Our positions are utterly dissimilar."

Túrin set the wreath upon his head after an elaborate bow to Finduilas. Finduilas laughed and straightened the flowers, standing on tip-toe to do so. The two turned towards the table where Celebrimbor and Orodreth stood.

Celebrimbor thought for a moment that he should try to smile, to at least pretend that envy did not eat at him, but before he could summon the strength, Orodreth grabbed his shoulder and pulled him close.

Their mouths met in a rather painful bump. Celebrimbor's mouth open in surprised while Orodreth's was still in a tight frown. Then Celebrimbor snapped his lips shut as Orodreth opened too wide. He jerked back.

"What!" Celebrimbor could not quite manage a question.

"They're watching!" Orodreth hissed.

Celebrimbor's eyes darted over to Túrin and Finduilas. Túrin's frown had turned adorably quizzical, but Finduilas was staring at them chalky with rage.

Orodreth had a wild look about him, but he was very pretty, and did have the fetching gold curls Celebrimbor had once thought his greatest weakness before being introduced to the concept of chest hair.

They met again in alignment, with sweetly parted lips and gently questing tongues.

There were worse ways to try and mend his broken heart, Celebrimbor thought. And maybe he could finally get Orodreth to let him remake his horribly boring crown.

[chechula]

Túrin and Orodreth having a nice time, art trade for @elyksina ♥ Túrin is showing him plans for the new bridge, Orodreth is just enjoying the moment ♥ Glaurung is laughing

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

forgive me for rambling but i just realized turin being in nargothrond meant he would've met celebrimbor and ain't that a sight. like i don't expect friendship from these two but its funny af to see them beef with each other (especially the bridge issue) with orodreth as a mediator lmao

lmao! for some reason this formed an image in my head: orodreth finding himself in a room with the two of them (bad luck, very bad luck) and, as one does, attempting to keep cordial and civilized conversation going. his smile is strained but you would only notice that if you're really close with him. meanwhile celebrimbor and turin nodding along with him while staring straight at each other the entire time. they never exchange words directly -- they only ever speak to orodreth -- but they never break eye contact with each other either. orodreth is sweating at this point but again you would only notice that if you're really close with him.

[serregon]

hm narn hair headcanons

Túrin: raven black, thick and curly in texture. wears his hair partially tied back to make his round human ears visible. very pretty, when he actually takes care of his hair. out in the fields his hair is a tangled mess. he runs his hands through his hair when he’s stressed, leading to a lot of breakage. but like it makes him more handsome in a wildman of the woods sort of way. of course, he can clean up nicely when he wants. Beleg braids flowers and wooden beads into his hair. he doesn’t like it when people touch his hair, so it’s a major sign of trust to let Beleg braid his hair.

Beleg: a light silvery gray, silky and slightly wavy in texture. being an archer, his hair is almost always tied up in some way to keep it out of the way. his go-to is a ponytail decorated with several smaller braids, both pretty and practical. he crafts his own little wooden beads to decorate those small braids. he doesn’t wear his hair up too tight, and he often has a lot of loose strands. in a more casual setting, he will typically wear a loose braid or he’ll let his hair down with some small side braid.

Niënor: honey blonde, curly and fluffy and thick in texture. she has fluffy bangs. her go-to style is two low twin braids tied with blue ribbons. in her teen years her hair is a mess and a half due to her insistence that she could cut her hair by herself, and it’s still kind of uneven. during her time in Doriath she learned how to braid her hair in an Iathrim style. though Níniel lost her memory, her muscle memory remained, and she didn’t know why she often defaulted to braiding her hair in this way

Mablung: dark brown, straight yet thick in texture. shaved on the sides, a Sindarin warrior style. his hair is almost always held up in a braid or ponytail. in the three years he spent searching for Nienor, he did not have the time to maintain the side shave style, and his hair started growing in these uneven layers. and he wears Beleg’s beads sometimes, he holds onto them after Beleg dies.

Orodreth: pale gold, wispy and slightly wavy in texture. also very shiny and glittery, actual l’oréal model. his hair care routine is like 10 hours long. he loves braids and he often tucks his hair into a crown, but just loose enough to free his heart shaped curls.

Finduilas: pale gold waves. her go-to hairstyle is to put half her hair in a crown braid with the rest falling in loose curls. she has these little curly ringlets on the sides. following Fingon’s style she braids pink or light purple ribbons in her hair. I also imagine her with some different late medieval/renaissance hairstyles with those pearl nets.

Gwindor: before Angband, his hair was long and slightly wavy, a glossy hue of midnight black. in Angband, his hair was cut short as part of a humiliation/demoralization tactic, and it slowly grew out to chin length when he returned to Nargothrond. the effects of torture on his hröa turned his hair a dull shade of charcoal, and it became brittle in texture

[theworldisquietheretooquiet]

Brushstrokes

AO3

2118 words

“Ugh!” Nienor drops her brush, and it hits the table with a clatter, rolling off and under the desk.

She stares at the easel, her brows drawn together tightly in frustration. She cannot get the princess’s portrait right. This time she swears the eyes are too far apart, and no matter how hard she tries the gold of her hair is never vivid enough.

As she walks over and bends down, trying to reach her runaway brush, the door opens. Nienor hurriedly clambers to her feet and comes face to face with the subject of her painting.

“Princess Finduilas!” Nienor quickly brushes the dust and dirt off the front of her dress and attempts to wipe away the worst of the paint smudges on her face. “Good day to you.”

Finduilas smiles widely at her. “Good day, Lady Nienor. I am glad to find you here! I had hoped to come and ask you something. Is now a good time?”

Nienor walks back over to her stool and stares at the ground. “Is it about your portrait?” She says quietly. “I am trying to get it finished as swiftly as possible, my lady.”

Finduilas sounds surprised. “Oh, no, it isn’t about that at all. Although you have reminded me how excited I am for it! I saw the one you did for Lady Egleriadis, and I am sure it will be just as beautiful.”

Nienor feels herself becoming angry, but she isn’t sure at what. “Well, I am sorry, but it likely won’t be.”

There is a pause. “Should I be insulted?” Finduilas laughs. “Is my face difficult to render pleasantly?”

Nienor does not return her good humour. “You are too lovely, Princess.” She exclaims in annoyance. “Even the paints of the Noldor cannot sufficiently capture the radiance of your hair or the brightness of your eyes. Every time I try, the imitation seems insulting!”

There is a long silence, and the air seems hotter. Nienor feels embarrassed and stifled, and looks determinedly at anything but Finduilas. She should not have said that.

“I beg your pardon, my lady. I am not sure what came over me. Do not worry, your portrait will be completed promptly.” She leaves the room and half runs down the stairs, without giving Finduilas a chance to reply.

Nienor stares out at the plains around Nargothrond and lets the rush of the river fill her ears. The weather is fair today and a fresh breeze is coming from the west. But the season will change soon and before that she must return to Doriath. She sighs heavily and rubs at her eyes. She does not know why she dislikes the idea so, after all she does very much want to see her mother.

Well, that is not quite true. If she is honest with herself, she can make a good guess at why she longs to stay in Nargothrond.

“Hello, Nienor. Do you mind if I intrude on your peace?”

She turns, surprised, and there is Finduilas, smiling at her hesitantly, the sun picking out the whitest strands of her hair.

“No, I do not mind at all. And I think I owe you an apology.”

Finduilas draws up next to her and shakes her head. “I cannot imagine what for, my lady. All I heard was the true compliment of one who has an eye for beauty.”

Nienor glances at her sideways and smiles. “Thank you. Like all craftspeople, when I cannot replicate the image I see in my mind’s eye, I become a little frustrated.”

The princess nods. “That is fair, and a trait not uncommon among my people.” She turns to face Nienor. “When you are stressed, do you often seek the open air? I had assumed as one who resided mostly in Menegroth, you would have little trouble with the caverns of Nargothrond.”

Nienor sighs and looks away from her, towards the horizon in the north. They are not entirely alone; the guards who accompanied her out the Gate stand a little way away, joined by Finduilas’. But she feels secure in the safety of the princess’s confidence, and she wants to tell her.

“I am thankful for the beauty and protection of both kingdoms. But where I grew up, our freedom was heavily restricted. I could not go outside when I wished, and even crying too loudly was dangerous.” She smiles bitterly. “I learnt early on the benefit of screaming into a pillow.”

Finduilas is quiet. Nienor digs the heel of her shoe into the soft, mossy earth.

“So yes, when I feel my temper rising, open skies often do calm me, and I take joy in my easy access to them.”

“I am sorry you had to suffer such confinement. One so fair being cruelly contained is a great wrong.”

The princess’s words are kind and understanding, and Nienor feels warmer for them. But she detects an undercurrent in them as well, and when she turns to Finduilas, she is staring unseeing, ahead.

Nienor moves slightly closer to her, so their shoulders are brushing. “I believe you had something you desired to ask me?”

“Oh, yes!” Finduilas bestows her golden smile on her. “I am aware the time of your departure is no longer far off and that the plan had been you return to Doriath before the end of autumn.”

Nienor nods.

“Well, I wanted to ask that you do not leave until spring instead. I know your mother and friends must miss you dearly, but I thought to selfishly have you here over winter.” Nienor notices the princess’s cheeks have gone slightly pink.

“I have so enjoyed your company these months and conversing with you on many matters. Oh, and we have such a lovely celebration for Yestarë! I had planned to teach you some Noldorin dances.”

Finduilas falls quiet and smiles hopefully at her. Nienor thinks she is probably grinning back, but she can’t be sure as she feels rather lightheaded and distracted by joy.

“That would be… that would –” She shakes her head, laughs, then tries again. “I am so happy you ask this of me, which I will fulfil with delight. Yes, my lady, I will stay here for as long as the maiden of Nargothrond will have me.”

The princess reaches out and entwines their fingers. “That brings me great happiness, Nienor, thank you.”

Nienor smiles and squeezes her hand in answer.

“Of course,” says Finduilas after a moment. “It is only so you can finish my portrait.”

The princess’s eyes are bright with mirth, and Nienor wishes she had her paint and easel, so she could capture that face, as it is right now, forever.

She laughs. “Yes, of course. I can think of no other reason.”

The hour is late and Nienor knows the dinner bell will be ringing soon but she must finish this section. She had been so sure that once she blended the shadows on Finduilas’ neck, it would fix its length, but she is beginning to have serious doubts.

“I can hear you getting frustrated from all the way over here.”

Nienor glances across the room to where Finduilas sits, working on some embroidery. Without looking up the princess continues, “I thought it was going better?”

Nienor sighs and then looks at the half-finished painting. This time around it had seemed so promising but now… She lets out a string of Taliska curses.

“Bëor only said those when he dropped something heavy on his foot.”

Finduilas’ expression is amused, but when she is met with brooding silence, she sighs and says, “You must be aware it isn’t as bad as you think it is. The artist is their own worst critic.”

Nienor scowls. She knows she is being contrary, but she can’t help it. It feels as if she has been working on this portrait for an eternity. Last time she went outside the leaves had turned to deep reds and ambers.

“I think Morgoth has cursed it.”

“That is not funny.” Finduilas replies seriously, but Nienor sees her lips are twitching.

“Come here,” the princess says, and Nienor walks over and slides in next to her on the divan. She curls up close, leans her head on Finduilas’ shoulder and sighs.

After a few moments of quiet and Finduilas gently massaging her tired hands, she says, “I do not even know why Elves have portraits. You will always look the same.”

Finduilas laughs and pokes her shoulder. “Well, I am not sure why Men do! You will look different in a year anyhow. I am surprised your people don’t spend their days painting.”

“I would have said we might be happier if we did, but now I’m not so sure.”

She can feel Finduilas’ soft chuckle where their bodies touch and the tight knot of annoyance in her chest loosens a little. Nienor watches the fire. The change of the seasons is not felt in some ways, in the deep of Nargothrond. But it is colder now than when she arrived.

After a while, just as Nienor feels herself becoming drowsy, Finduilas speaks. “Perhaps I am glad you are struggling with my picture so. What would you think if I told you that?”

She twists so she can see the princess’s face and raises her brows. “I would wonder if I had done something to upset you.”

“You have not.” Finduilas frowns and she automatically reaches out to smooth the lines away, but the princess catches her hand and holds it tightly. “You were right when you said the Eldar stay like our portraits forever. Yet I am thankful, for it means you have forever to keep trying. Then if you keep failing, Nienor dearest, it makes me dream that perhaps you will stay here, forever with the subject.”

Nienor does not know how to respond and there is a lump in her throat.

After a few silent seconds she says, rather helplessly, “You believe it will take me until the breaking of the world to complete one picture?”

That had been an attempt at humour, Nienor thinks. But as she speaks the words and sees the flicker of grief in Finduilas’ eyes, the effect is lost even on her. She exhales and tries to work out how best to communicate what she wishes to say.

“Because I do not have the same forever as you, beloved. If it takes me until the end of my time in Arda to finish your portrait, it matters not. For there will come a day when you and it remain exactly the same, and even my bones are dust.”

Finduilas’ eyes are shining, and she attempts to pull her hand away. But Nienor holds on and presses it to her lips.

“And that image feels me with bittersweet joy! It makes my heart ache, but it is joy, nonetheless. The idea of my love for you lingering on, here and beyond the edges of the world, where I will take it. That is forever, enough, for me.”

Finduilas’ voice comes out a little choked as she says, “I would not need a portrait to remember the artist. There are not ages of this world long enough for me to forget her.”

Nienor smiles. “Good. And it means a great deal to me that you wish me to stay. I am happy beyond words about it, beloved, please do not let my morbidity confuse you!”

The princess chuckles wetly and Nienor pulls her into an embrace.

After a few moments of playing absentmindedly with Finduilas’ escaped hair, Nienor starts to grin.

“Darling! Perhaps you gave me luck with all your talk of taking forever. For I have thought of an excellent way for me to work towards improving my painting.”

“Oh?” Finduilas pulls back and looks at her shrewdly, eyes narrowed.

Nienor bites her lip hard to keep from laughing and nods seriously. “You see, although you have been generously modelling for me, even skilled artists like myself, often feel unfulfilled by a still, fixed subject.”

“Do they?” Finduilas raises an eyebrow.

“Yes! For it does not tell us so much of what is important. The feel of features, textures, how they look in certain positions, and it is very hard to get close enough…”

The princess laughs. “Oh my, Nienor! You are awful.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she protests. “Perhaps it is all this time spent with the Noldor. I will do anything to elevate my craft.”

“And pray tell, what sacrifice did you have in mind in this case?”

“Well…” Nienor leans in and presses her lips to Finduilas’. She feels the princess smile and deepens the kiss, pressing her into the cushions.

[camille-lachenille]

I read The fall of Nargothrond chapter in the Children of Húrin and I wanted to shout at Túrin so badly the whole time! Like, shut the fuck up you doomed idiot, and listen to the warning of Ulmo!!! Not listening to Ulmo is literally the second worse thing to do in the Silm after not listening to your wife! And Orodreth you complete dumbass, use your kingly authority and kick Túrin out of Nargothrond before he drags you all in his doom!!!

[arofili]

@aspecardaweek day one | asexuality | finduilace

Finduilas daughter of Orodreth the King knew [Gwindor] and welcomed him, for she had loved him before the Nirnaeth, and so greatly did Gwindor love her beauty that he named her Faelivrin, which is the gleam of the sun on the pools of Ivrin.

—The Silmarillion, “Of Túrin Turambar”

[art from this picrew]

[thelordofgifs]

Counting lines of dialogue in the Silmarillion

A while ago (before I even got on tumblr), for reasons best known to myself procrastinating writing cover letters, I went through the entire published silm and counted up the number of lines of dialogue assigned to each character. Here are the results!

Notes on methodology: Quenta Silmarillion only; characters listed in order of first line of dialogue; dialogue that can be attributed to multiple characters because a whole group was talking/the speaker wasn't identified is omitted; so is dialogue spoken by unnamed characters. Also I may have miscounted slightly because I'm not going back to check this.

Eru: 4 Aulë: 5 Yavanna: 10 Manwë: 9 Tulkas: 2 Mandos: 9 Míriel: 2 Finwë: 2 Melkor: 7 Fingolfin: 4 Fëanor: 13 Ungoliant: 3 Olwë: 1 Maedhros: 6 Fingon: 2 Thingol: 19 Caranthir: 2 Ulmo: 3 Melian: 13 Galadriel: 3 Finrod: 5 Angrod: 2 Turgon: 10 Aredhel: 4 Eöl: 7 Maeglin: 2 Curufin: 5 Bëor: 2 Bereg: 1 "Amlach" (actually someone pretending to be him): 1 Amlach: 1 Haleth: 2 Húrin: 12 Galdor: 1 Sauron: 3 Beren: 11 Lúthien: 4 Celegorm: 2 Edrahil: 1 Draugluin: 1 Huan: 1 Huor: 1 Saeros: 1 Beleg: 9 Túrin: 18 Mîm: 5 Gwindor: 8 Finduilas: 2 Glaurung: 6 Aerin: 1 Brandir: 3 Niënor: 3 Gurthang: 1 Mablung: 1 Thorondor: 1 Morwen: 3 Eärendil: 3 Elwing: 1 Eönwë: 1 Maglor: 4

Some thoughts on this:

Thingol has a solid claim by at least one metric to being the main character of the Silmarillion! No doubt this would annoy literally everyone, including Thingol ("What do you mean it's called the Silmarillion?").

Anyone who features in one of the Great Tales gets a slightly disproportionate amount of dialogue, as expected for the more novelistic style of those chapters.

Lots of divine beings chattering in the early chapters, but they're obviously much quieter once the action moves to Beleriand.

Huan, despite famously speaking three times, only has one line of actual attributed dialogue (the others are reported speech).

Maglor, one of the most popular characters in the silm, is the literal last one to be given a speaking role and he only has four lines of dialogue (all of which are very good lines though. do not come after my boy).

Characters who notably don't get anything to say: Orodreth, Círdan, Tuor, Idril.

[elyksina]

I love Túrin/Orodreth. I’d love to hear any Orodreth thoughts you would want to share!

-@outofangband

These are my thoughts.

No haha I already compiled most of my main Orodreth thoughts in another ask here

[dfwbwfbbwfbwf]

Þingollo accidentally guaranteed Doriath's destruction - and not by the Second Kinslaying

The failure of the Union of Maeðros was one of the major step stones that led to Doriath's destruction, and I'm not even talking about the Second Kinslaying.

What led to Doriath's ultimate destruction?

Going backwards:

The Second Kinslaying

Dior refusing to give up the Silmaril

The Girdle of Melian dissolving

Þingollo's death and the Sacking of Menegroth - arguably Doriath's destruction

Þingollo commissioning the Dwarves to set the Silmaril in the Nauglamír

Húrin giving Þingollo the Nauglamír

Húrin arriving in a destroyed Nargothrond

Nargothrond's destruction

Húrin/Túrin's curse

Húrin's capture

The Noldor losing the Nírnaeth Arnoediad

I am NOT saying Þingollo's refusal to help the Union wasn't justified; it absolutely was, even if it wasn't a smart move. Fëanáro burning the ships was also justified, from a certain point of view. Doesn't make it a good decision.

I am NOT saying the Union would have definitively been victorious had Þingollo sent soldiers. It would require both Þingollo AND Orodreth to have a shot; Orodreth could have kept Gwindor from his premature charge. I do think Þingollo could have talked Orodreth into joining as well, if for no other reason than for the safety of their own realms.

But I AM saying that, by refusing to aid to Union, he did inevitably sign Doriath's death warrant.

(And something that would make this extra crunchy if this post happened and Melian was killed in the sacking.)

Once Melian and her Girdle was gone, it was only a matter of time before Dior's little kingdom fell. If it hadn't been the SoF, it would have been Moringoþo. And if it had been Moringoþo, Elwing would not have escaped.

[chechula]

a second wild idea for the TRSB challenge: Túrin meeting the sons of Feanor in Ossiriand instead of dooming poor Orodreth and the rest of Nargothrond. Claimed by Bloodwingblackbird , fanfiction coming soon ♥

[maironsbigboobs]

Since Cuarthol isn't your preferred ship, who *do* you prefer for both Beleg and Túrin?

I don't really have like one ultimate ship for Beleg, I could ship him with anyone LOL but I mostly like Beleg/Androg and Beleg/Mablung

Turin - well, Orodreth, naturally. I'm a convert. Apart from that I don't really have any shipping preferences for him he doesn't give me romance vibes.

[elronds-library]

Let Not My Love Be Called Idolatry

by sallysavestheday (@sallysavestheday)

Orodreth and Túrin's fascination with each other leads them to delight, and then to disaster.

Mature, No Archive Warnings

Words: 1,913

[serregon]

Turindreth for the ship game?

you and @elyksina both sent me the exact same ask lol. also there’s A Lot here so I’m trimming it down a little bit

How did they first meet?

obv they met when Túrin first arrived in Nargothrond. Orodreth greeted Gwindor welcome but then he pushed Gwindor aside like “and WHO is that???”

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Turin just arrived in Nargothrond and Orodreth was immediately like “omg free hot guy?? for me??”. it took Túrin a bit longer to reciprocate, still mourning Beleg

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

no, Orodreth didn’t feel stigma around being attracted to a human, being the nephew of #1 Humanfucker. like he saw Finrod bringing Beor home and he was like damn I’ve got to get myself one of those

Who initiated their feelings first?

Orodreth. his crush wasn’t subtle at all and he didn’t hesitate to start flirting with Túrin

Who said “I love you” first?

Orodreth flirted with Túrin a lot, but Túrin was the first to actually say the words

Who gets jealous easily?

“excuse you that is MY human😤”

Who is more protective?

Túrin, since he already lost one elf lover (and he’s going to lose another oops)

What does a first date look like for them?

Orodreth took Túrin into a big romantic garden. Túrin actually didn’t realize it was a date at first, he thought Orodreth was just like that. but he’s like ok cool guess we’re a thing now

What do they like to do together?

so have you seen that one post about the very wealthy and gay guy who had the football team train at his house just so he could stare at them working out? that’s mormedreth. but like they also go on dates to the gardens and concert halls and enjoy quiet nights in with fancy tea

Which one gets angry the most, leaving the other to calm them down?

Túrin doesn’t really get angry at Orodreth but he gets flashbacks to Beleg’s death and freaks out over it, waking up suddenly from nightmares, and Orodreth calms him down

Do they like PDA?

Orodreth is very much into pda, he loves showing off his trophy human. Túrin is a little embarrassed about it but his touch starved ass can’t say no to the affection

Who hogs the blankets?

they go to bed normally and then Orodreth wakes up in a full blanket burrito

Who’s more likely to initiate sex?

Orodreth. Túrin just enters his room like normal and Orodreth is just there chilling on his bed in lingerie

Who’s the kinkiest?

Orodreth isn’t super kinky but he does like to use those fluffy pink handcuffs that straight women go wild over at bachelorette parties

Who is the top and bottom in their sex life? Are they interchangeable?

Orodreth is a pillow princess, bottomest bottom to ever bottom. Túrin tops but he’s a switch by nature and sometimes he just wants to get fucked too you know. he asks Orodreth to top and Orodreth is like “I don’t know what to do 😭”

Who likes giving and who likes receiving oral?

they both like giving, Orodreth in a bottom way and Túrin in a service top kind of way (also in a pls let me bottom already kind of way)

Can they last more than one round?

so in my headcanon elves just don’t have refractory periods, they can just keep going again and again. he doesn’t actually realize that humans need to wait a bit and he’s like “on to round two!” and Túrin is like “blease,, give a man a break”

Which one is a morning person?

neither of them, but Túrin is the one who has to wake up earlier more often for his duties. Orodreth is like nooo stay in bed with me 🥺

Do either of them like to cook?

neither of them, Túrin can’t cook for shit (it’s the curse) and Orodreth is too pretty to cook

Does anyone object to their relationship?

Finduilas is kinda freaked out over the fact that her crush ended up with her dad instead lol. she doesn’t object per se, but she’s also concerned about the relationship taking over Orodreth’s role as king, ie the bridge

Do they have any kids?

Finduilas stepdaughterzoned

Do they have any pets?

Orodreth has some lapdogs of overly expensive breeds