#aredhel x male reader

[lovefairymina]

(A nice ending for that sad Aredhel x male reader fic)

Aredhel had been taking care of you after the whole fiasco with Eol. You had miraculously survived from the poison and the wound and Eol was no more. It eased your soul that Aredhel and Lomion were safe, but surprisingly, Aredhel had not left your side since you woke up from the coma , especially when you all found out that you had lost the use of your legs. Your life was spared but the poison had taken your ability to walk.

You were sit down in a wheelchair and Aredhel seemed to have take it upon herself to push you around even if she didn't have to. She even refused to let servants to do it for her. It might have been out of protectiveness since you did nearly die.

Lomion had been protective as well. He always came to check on you while trying to adapt living in Gondolin. There was always a sense of fear in his eyes, like he was anxious to find you in worse situation than before. It honestly felt strange to have two elves looking after a human man like yourself so intensevely.

"Arrie? You do know you do not have to look after me. You are a princess and your brother had given caregivers to do that for you," you said as you two arrived to a garden. "I know, but I want to," she answered as she settled down on a bench beside you as you began feeding the birds that arrived. "Why thought? It feels a bit out of place that you are suddenly so intent to stay put and look after a mortal like me?" you questioned.

"You had done so much for me and Lomion. You looked after us. You even nearly died saving us and lost your ability to walk. I think its only fair I now look after you," Aredhel said as one of the birds landed on her hands. You looked at her with pretensious surprise. "Oh dear, who are you and what have you done to the wild untameable Aredhel ?" you questioned. She lets out a laught. "Is it really that big of a surprise I decide to stay put?" she questioned.

"Yes! You're usually either sad or depressed when you stay put. You are someone who can't even sit down for a one minute before venturing god's know where," you said and she released an amused chuckle.

"I'm glad thought. You're finally smiling again," you said as you petted one of the birds. "You're not putting on that fake smile to appease Eol anymore. You are finally smiling and grinning like the first time we met. It feels more like real you," you glanced at her. Aredhel looked back at you with hidden surprise before letting out a gentle smile.

"But you do know that I won't be here forever? I will eventually pass away from old age," you questioned. "I know…" Aredhel answered. "But… If I can help you live comfortably till the end of your days. I'm more than happy to oblige. Me and Lomion nearly lost you," she looked down.

You glanced at her and gently grabbed her hands into yours. You held on to it and rubbed her calloused fingers in comfort, knowing it would comfort her. "Even if I had died from the poison. I want you to know I would have done it again. You two are important to me. But… I would have also refused to die easily, not until I knew you and Lomion would have been okay," you said as you looked at your dearest friend.

“I know, Y/N. You've chanted those words to me more than I can count on my fingers. However, now it is our turn to ensure you are well taken care off,” she laughed and gave your hand a gentle pat before turning it into a squeeze. “And I am more than blessed that Eru had given you the opportunity to live after your heroic moment, for I have been given a good friend. I am blessed that you are here with me during your mortal years.”

[sugarfreeballoon]

Masterlist

This is a compilation of the works I post on this blog, all in one place (that I'll update regularly). I always love it when blogs have masterlists. It makes everything so much easier. Once I have more stuff posted, I'll put them in categories. Again, this is a new blog, both to the fandom and tumblr, so bear with me. Thanks. 🐻

Unrequited (main fic) (Elrond x fem!reader) (Elladan x fem!reader) -Elrond's Ending -Elladan's Ending

Honesty (Aredhel x male!reader)

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being a human and a father figure to Maeglin.

(Here you go, a little side project. It’s a bit long because this is a full out story I couldn't get rid off. Be warned, there are some sensitive subjects here and this is with a male reader to avoid the confusion. Hope you enjoy,)

Warnings; mentions of manipulations, guilt ripping, abusive behavior on both mental and physical. Child abuse. Injuries and death. There are some fluff like trying to be a loving dad figure when Eol isn’t. 

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-It was supposed to be a boring school trip, but then you wandered too far from the group and got lost in the spooky forest.

-You were mad, hungry, and unable to find your way out.

-And not only the better, but you also started hearing things, and you swore there were things watching you from the shadows.

-You were losing your goddamned mind.

-You then saw the bright light and followed it, hoping it would lead you out of the forest and back to civilization.

-Nope. It was some chick dressed in white and riding a giant horse.

-You were so freaked out that you screamed and almost fainted, thinking she was a ghost of some kind. She was pale as hell.

-You tried to run away, but you didn't get far since she was on a horse.

-After she managed to calm you down, you noticed her attire was too far from modern fashion, and her ears were round like some fairy.

-She asked if you were lost or if you knew a way out. You snapped at her because the light reflected on her white dress gave you false hope. You were lost as shit, so of course, you didn't know a way out.

-You both started snapping at each other, calling names, then she said that wasn't a way to talk to a princess of Noldor.

-You got confused because you had never even heard about this Noldor group until you asked what she was.

-You almost burst into laughter when she said she was an elf. Elves did not exist.

-She introduced herself as Aredhel. She was on a hunt and then lost her way into the forest.

-You explained your situation, but she had no idea what a school was or where your country was.

-Weird things started happening, and you got scared, so you ended up staying with her.

-Aredhel was obnoxious and mockingly promised to protect you, a little scared human boy.

-You never wanted to slap someone so badly. You didn't care if Aredhel was a princess or not.

-She did keep you safe from strange creatures and allowed you to ride behind her. You had not ridden before, and she was still a stranger to you, so you traveled weirdly by sitting behind her and keeping your hands up.

-It was difficult because your balance jumped from side to side, and Aredhel always snickered when you dumbed on her back or held on to her to avoid falling.

-Aredhel was not a fun company at first. She made fun of you and boasted about her accomplices as a huntress, speaking about pridefulness.

-You didn't talk much about yourself, but you did tell her you liked art, reading, and studying. You looked up to being a veterinarian one day because you adored animals.

-She would make fun of you again, calling them lame and unmanly because most of your kin were warriors with pride and muscle. You were more woman than her.

-At that point, you were not afraid to call her a biach and turn her name into AredHell. You swore you would steal her horse and ride to freedom when you got the chance.

-She only laughed, wishing you good luck on trying.

-You knew better than trying your luck since she was a freaking hunter. She was taller than you and had a bow and knives, so in the end, you didn't try to test her patience.

-She was nice to you on some occasions. She gave you food and water and treated your bruises when you got clumsy. She even filled out the boredom by asking for some facts about animals and how to treat them since you wanted to be an animal doctor.

-She didn't judge, so you were comfortable talking with her during those times. She even shared some knowledge about animals you didn't know.

-She helped you understand animals better, making you respect her a little. Her knowledge was better than your professors, which you didn't want to admit because she would boast it if you told her.

-During your trip through the forest, you started feeling like someone was watching you from the shadows. It wasn't a nice feeling, so you told your elven companion about it.

-She sensed it too, then surprisingly, you both dumbed on an elf named Eol. He came out of nowhere, so you felt very uncertain about him.

-He welcomed and took you both into his kingdom, where he gave you refreshments and some food.

-You stuck with Aredhel because she was the only one you knew, and you noticed that you might not be in your country anymore. Everything was different to you, so no wonder Aredhel knew nothing of your world.

-You tried to remain polite to Eol's hospitality but couldn't help but get bad vibes from him.

-You felt uncomfortable by the looks he gave toward Aredhel.

-You started noticing red flags and didn't like how he and his people saw you as an incompetent human child. You were 19 and almost finished graduation. You're more than capable of caring for yourself.

-You tried to exchange your worries with Aredhel, but she assured you everything was alright. They were from the same kind as her. You might be overreacting a little.

-You didn't feel assured, and the red flags kept showing until Eol approached you and offered to help you leave Nan Elmoth so you could go home. It happened when Aredhel wasn't around you.

-It was a huge red flag, and you became concerned for Aredhel's safety.

-You put on a false smile and rejected the offer, telling him you would leave with your friend.

-You lied on the spot that you were her servant. You couldn't leave her side.

-The lie pushed him away for a while, so you ran to Aredhel and told her what happened.

-She finally heard your concerns and started doubting Eol's hospitality and the smile he put on his face.

-You regret you didn't force her to leave with you because whatever magic lingered in Nan Elmoth, it messed with your heads.

-Eol managed to charm his way into her heart, and she decided to marry him after some time. The whole thing felt wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave her, so you stayed.

-Things looked normal in the beginning, you became Aredhel's servant, and Eol didn't show any signs of possible mistreatment.

-He treated her respectfully, but you saw signs when Aredhel started changing around him.

-Eol allowed her to go on hunts since it was her passion, but she couldn't find animals and always came back empty-handed.

-Eol explained Nan Elmoth didn't have a lot of animals and suggested putting hunting to the side.

-It was the first warning you saw because you saw a lot of animals when you sometimes took walks.

-Aredhel had put hunting to the side because she couldn't find animals and tried things like embroidery or stuff wives would do.

-You helped her and tried to ensure she had stuff to do in her free time. You both shared fun with embroidery, making ridiculous designs, and sharing jokes.

-It was fun for a while, but eventually, she got bored with them and wanted to go out. She wanted to go outside Nan Elmoth because she learned the forest like the back of her hand.

-You suggested talking about it with Eol because it wouldn't hurt traveling a bit.

-She approved, and you accompanied her when she went to say she wanted to travel.

-Well. It didn't go well because Eol didn't allow it.

-At first, he said it was because he was worried something terrible would happen, but then arguments would take place when he denied the permission for several months.

-It was more obvious he was controlling Aredhel's freedom.

-You would finally see the red flags you missed when Aredhel's stubbornness and confidence started dropping.

-Eol was guilt-tripping her to stay, saying things she was ungrateful and that he felt saddened she wanted to leave him. He didn't budge even when she tried to reason with him.

-One day, Aredhel stopped, saying she didn't have the energy to argue anymore and kept going out in Nan Elmoth.

-You tried to tell her that something was wrong with her relationship. It wasn't normal or healthy.

-Even you know that a relationship should be healthy and respect should go both ways. Eol wasn't respecting her wishes at all.

-She took in what you said and considered demanding to see her family because she noticed she had never seen the borders.

-It didn't happen when you both discovered she was expecting a baby.

-Eol became controlling and pressured her to stay indoors so she wouldn't risk the unborn's health.

-She became distressed because she didn't want to stay bound to him and felt forced to stay in Nan Elmoth.

-She didn't want to risk her child's health, of course, but she started to see how bad her marriage was.

-You would try to stay as her pillar but felt hopeless because there wasn't anything you could do, and escaping would put the baby at risk, especially when she wanted to keep the child.

-You both agreed to wait until the little one was born. You stood by Aredhel's side, tending to her needs and being there for her. Though, it was Eol's duty as her husband.

-She felt better when you were there for her.

-You both exchanged stories and kept each other company. You missed the light of the sun, and she missed her family.

-After nine months, her little boy was finally born.

-He was a beautiful elven child and took a lot after his mother. You adored him on the spot.

-Aredhel gave him the name Lomion, which you thought suited him, but then Eol started showing his true colors because he prohibited using that name.

-His excuse was because it was in Aredhel's native tongue, and its use was forbidden in middle earth.

-You didn't have a problem with it since Aredhel told you her mother tongue was forbidden in middle earth, so you pestered him to give the little babe a name in his tongue.

-He gave the little one a name, which meant boy.

-You and Aredhel were shocked and told him to give Lomion a proper name because the boy wasn't even a name.

-He refused, and you argued with him because no one alive among elves, humans, and dwarves calls their children just a boy.

-He slandered you, saying you had no right to question his choice of a name for his son. His son will possess that name whether you or Aredhel liked it or didn't.

-At that point, you finally learn to hate him.

-Aredhel felt desperate because Eol would not allow using Lomion and didn't give a proper name, so she asked you to give her son a name.

-You felt concerned because Lomion wasn't your son, and you didn't have the right to name him, but after she pestered you a while and promised Eol would not know about it.

-She trusted you and would feel better if you were the one to give him a name.

-You weren't best at naming, so you gave her baby a nickname Milo. You remember it meant beloved or dearest in some language. She liked it, and you two used that name in secret.

-Her son grew to be a happy and bright kid. You and Aredhel called him Milo most of the time when Eol wasn't around but sometimes called him Lomion.

-You two made sure he wouldn't tell Eol about it because otherwise, Eol would get mad at you for no good reason.

-Something strange happened to you because your growing had been slow, and you reached your thirties when Lomion reached the age of 15, which was like 5 in eleven standards.

-You're supposed to be a lot older than that.

-One theory you managed to come with was whatever magic lingered in Nan Elmoth stunned your growth for a while. Eol seemed very frustrated about it.

-You grew to love the little boy like he was your son.

-Aredhel sometimes watched with a fond smile when you played with her little one. He would laugh whenever you played and told stories about warriors such as ironman, hulk, or Captain America. He would screech with happiness when you swung him around like spiderman.

-Her heart would burst when she caught you trying to teach Milo to say, Nana. A short version of naneth.

-You would have grown closer with Aredhel during that time, parenting little Milo and sharing deeper secrets.

-Aredhel sometimes wished Lomion was your son because you were there for her and more in her son's life than Eol. Eol only comes to check from time to time, but the other way was no show.

-It was hard to pretend family with Eol around.

-Eol finally decided to change the name and call Milo, Maeglin. You didn't mind it since it wasn't too bad, but you became concerned about how he decided to father Maeglin.

-Eol started training Maeglin when he was old enough to learn how to forge and hunt. It wasn't bad at first, until he went overboard with his training and punishments when Maeglin couldn't fill his expectations.

-Your heart always broke whenever the little boy came back crying, and you tried to give him the comfort he needed.

-Aredhel tried to reason with her husband to be more gentle with their son. He was still a child, and the expectations Eol put out for him were too high.

-Eol didn't budge with it and claimed there was nothing wrong with his methods. Maeglin needed to learn how to be strong. Otherwise, he would never be a leader or survive in the world. He refused to have a weak heir.

-He berated Aredhel for raising Maeglin to be soft, and that's why Maeglin needs to learn how to toughen up.

-You grew hateful and argued his methods were dead wrong and Maeglin would only learn how to be afraid of him. He might as well grow up hating him in the end.

-Eol wasn't pleased and went physical with you.

-You were weaker than him, so you couldn't do anything but take the beating.

-He considered he should toughen Aredhel and Maeglin to teach them a lesson to never go against his judgment.

-You knew what he meant and called him bastard before begging him to leave them alone and that you will bear the punishments of his frustration.

-He already mentally abused Aredhel. She can't handle physical, so you were more than willing to bear the pain.

-And that's what you did. Whenever, Eol became angry or frustrated with Maeglin's progress, he would lash out at you.

-Those wouldn't be the best time of your life, and you kept telling yourself it was for Aredhel's and Maeglin's sake. It was worth it.

-Eol pretty much tortured you. It took a toll on your mental health, but you still kept going and taking in the abuse.

-You tried to hide it, but Aredhel caught on to it quickly when you tried to avoid interacting with her and Maeglin. It was because Eol threatened you not to even look at them.

-Aredhel confronted you and tried to make you speak the truth to her about Eol's abuse.

-You tried to deny it but couldn't hold it in any longer when she told you she wouldn't be able to continue without you. And Maeglin had been asking for you.

-She knew the little boy was your weakness, so you cried and confessed everything.  

-She was angry and cried that you took so much suffering for her and Maeglin's sake. She hugged you, telling you that you were dear to her and she would figure something out for your sake.

-The moment could have been heartwarming if you didn't know Eol was watching from the shadows.

-He came at you, accusing you of meddling with his wife. You tried to defend yourself from the accusation, then suffered the worst beating of your life.

-He showed no mercy and almost took your life if Aredhel didn't interfere.

-She snapped when she saw what Eol did to you, and a physical fight broke out between them.

-What's even worse, Maeglin was there and witnessed it all.

-You were in pain and bleeding. You had no doubt Eol had broken some of your bones, but you still tried to comfort Maeglin and keep his attention away from the fight.

-Aredhel snapped at Eol and swore she would have stopped at nothing to kill him if you died.

-You begged them to stop because Maeglin was scared and crying in your arms.

-Eol stopped but sneered at you and left, telling Aredhel she could keep her pathetic human toy.

-He prohibited anyone and every healer from helping you, so Aredhel took it upon herself to care you back to health.

-It would have been hard for anyone. Aredhel didn't leave your side because she feared Eol or someone would come to take your life for good.

-Maeglin always cried and stayed many nights with you, swearing he would protect you from harm.

-You recovered slowly but felt heartbroken whenever Aredhel returned with a new bruise. You had no doubt Eol had turned his infamous punishments on her after that stunt.

-You hated seeing her like this. Sometimes she would rest beside you and stroke your hair as you talked about your current situation.

-You mustered the energy to suggest maybe it was time to leave.

-She took it upon herself to plan out the escape. She waited that you were at least able to stand before taking you and Maeglin away when Eol had to attend a feast and leave Nan Elmoth for a while.

-You had studied that there was a spell upon Nan Elmoth and found a way to break it. You never thought you would do magic, but with Maeglin's help. You broke the spell. And you all got out.

-You all were embraced by the warmth and light of the sun. You were overwhelmed with emotions, and the sensation of freedom almost made you fly.

-You and Aredhell hugged each other with tears. You were finally free from the hell hole you called home these past years.

-Maeglin would have been excited, finally seeing what was outside his home and realizing his father was wrong about everything.

-You would soon start traveling toward Gondolin. Eol would be pissed when he finds out you all left, so you needed to bail out somewhere safe.

-You were too weak to ride by yourself, so you held on to Maeglin as he rode, following Aredhel's lead toward Gondolin, her home. It wasn't the most comfortable ride, but you sucked it up, happy to be free.

-When you got there, you were impressed by the great city but felt slightly nervous.

-It was new territory for you and Maeglin, so you couldn't stop feeling guarded.

-Arriving at the king's court to meet Aredhel's brother, the king, was nerve-racking.

-Luckily, Maeglin was there to help you stand up and hold your hand since he was also nervous.

-Aredhel's reunion with her brother was heartwarming, and she happily introduced you and Maeglin to him.

-King Turgon thanked you for helping his sister and nephew and was more than glad to offer healer's assistance since you were still recovering from your injuries.

-However, things soon turned sour when Eol arrived, demanding to have his wife and son returned to him.

-He would have been kept at a safe distance, but the things he said infuriated you with no bounds.

-Especially how he said Maeglin belonged to him and would not have anything to do with filthy Noldor. Even though; the boy was half Noldor himself.

-Maeglin was quivering, frightened by the thought. Aredhel was holding on to her son like he was going to disappear. You didn't like those looks on their faces and knew; that they should never get separated.

-Angered and protective of them, you held onto your walking stick and screamed back at Eol. You told the court everything Eol had done to Aredhel and how abusive he was with Maeglin.

-You revealed every scar he had inflicted and that he was unfit to be a father. He referred Maeglin more as his pet than his son.

-You didn't hold back on everything and even revealed you had been protecting the two from his physical abuse and that Aredhel had the right to take full custody over her son without Eol's say. Maeglin also had the right to choose if he wanted to return with his father or not.

-Eol didn't take it well, especially when Maeglin refused to return with him.

-Your outburst convinced King Turgon and the other elves, but before the guards could capture Eol, he took out a poisoned spear and threw it toward Maeglin, intending to take him down with him.

-It was a time-stopping moment.

-Aredhel came to his defense, ready to take the shot for him. However, like an instinct, and pushing your weakened form forward. You did what you always did to protect those two.

-You pushed them away and took the shot yourself.

-The spear pierced your chest, and you fell limb on the floor. The poison caused you great pain, but you were happy because Aredhel and Maeglin were left untouched.

-The guards finally restrained the bastard, and he cursed at you, screaming how you ruined everything.

-You just said at least you did what a true father would have done for the one he loved and for the sake of his child.

-Eol was taken away to be executed for his crimes, while Aredhel picked you up and ran with Maeglin to the halls of healing, praying there was still time to save you.

-The healers did everything they could, but the poison had already taken effect, and the weapon had punctured one of your lungs.

-All they could do for you was to give a painless death.

-Aredhel was devastated, and Maeglin was begging for you to survive.

-You had accepted your fate and told them you were happy they were finally safe from Eol's awful clutches. You could rest without regrets.

-You tried to convince Aredhel to smile at you. Not the one Eol forced her to have, but the annoying smirk of an asshat princess you met in those woods and loved.

-You missed the real her more than anything, so she managed to muster that familiar smile you remembered.

-You pulled Maeglin into one last hug, telling him how much you loved him and that you would always be proud of him. You knew Eol would have never, so you poured all your love into that hug.

-You asked him to look after his nana and called him Milo one last time before closing your eyes and falling asleep, knowing you will never wake up from it.

-Maeglin and Aredhel would hug your limb body, not letting you go until it was time for your funeral.

-Aredhel dressed you in white, remembering you once said her dress reflected light, giving you hope. She also put a piece of hair from her former horse into your hands. There was no meaning to it; except to bring closure that you stole her horse and rode to freedom like you said all those years ago.

-Aredhel and Maeglin watched as the flames encased your body and the wind blew your ashes toward the sea.

-Aredhel cried, knowing she would never see you again because your fate wasn't like one with the Eldar. She would not see you again even in the undying lands. She thanked you for everything and hoped your fea would hear her last words.

-Turgon supported her and Maeglin throughout their grief and gave condolences for their loss.

-Eol finally paid the consequences of his actions, but the two didn't care about his fate.

-Maeglin was most devastated by your death.

-You were always there for him and were his best friend in the darkest times. It was a slap to the face because you loved him more than his father.

-He knew humans were supposed to die eventually, but your death was too soon, and he would even beg Eru himself to feel the warmth of your hug for one last time.

-He treated your last words like an oath and looked after his mother. Your death took a toll on them, but they slowly recovered from the damages Eol had caused.

-Maeglin learned everything with his mother's guidance and gained a healthy friendship with his cousin, Idril.

-He went with his name and sometimes was referred to as Lomion, but if anyone called him Milo. He would fall silent.

-He was alright when his mother called him that, but it didn't feel the same without you.

-Maeglin was hesitant to add Eol's name to the papers but found the courage to remove him and write your name instead.

-Maeglin, Lomion, Milo. Son of Aredhel Ar-Feiniel and (Name) (Lastname)

-You might have been a human and not related by blood, but you were more of a father to him than Eol ever was.

[entishramblings]

I Will Watch Over You [Aragorn X Reader]

A.N: so I actually busted this one out pretty fast I am surprised at myself???

Request: @sokkasdarling — HEY LOVE can i pls request smth for aragorn? simping for this boy recently. with the prompts "i'll keep you warm" and/or "i've got you" thanks in advance! i hope ur having a wonderful day<3

Pairing: Aragorn X Reader

Summary: Aragorn and (Y/N) are traveling through the Mountains and things happen.

Word Count: 1,283

Warnings: violence, ugly golbin imagery, graphic-ish wounds, fluff

MASTERLIST

In simplest terms, being a Ranger of the North could be hard. In less simple terms, it’s the down pour of cold rain that drenches you to the bone, it’s the freezing hail that burns at your skin, and it’s the wicked winds that force your body backwards. All of these struggles, all of this pain—is it really worth killing a couple vile beasts born of darkness?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Therefore, when Strider, as annoying as he was, requested that (Y/N) come with him to examine the rising numbers of goblins throughout the Misty Mountains she obliged.

The two had been trekking through the rocky tundra, fighting the harsh weather and avoiding the stone giants’ games, for weeks now. To say that it had been laborious and demanding was an understatement—especially because the two were constantly bickering. And the worst part was that they hadn’t even come across any goblins, well until now that is.

(Y/N) used her two long swords to block all the axes and clubs there were being swung at her head. As a dual wieldist she was able to kill twice as many, but with twice as much risk considering she had no shield. Strider, on the other hand, was just an idiot—in her opinion that is. He only used a singular sword—no shield, no other blade. Stupid really, and exactly what got her slashed.

They had been fighting together, side by side, in the pouring rain. And one missed parry from the dúnedain man led to a harsh dagger slicing at (Y/N)’s ribs.

He instantly knew that he made a mistake for the sound of a desperate scream met his ears. Strider whipped his head around in panic, only to lay his eyes on the injured woman clutching her side. She dropped one of her weapons and stubbled backwards.

There was one rule to fighting: don’t die, and don’t let your partner die. And it was obvious, with his inaccuracy, that he had fucked up.

Strider called out to her, begging her to stay alive—just long enough for him to kill the remaining goblins and stitch her up.

He grasped her second sword and instantly buried it into an oncoming creature’s chest.

Using the strength of his leg to pull out the weapon, his kicked the disgusting beast backward. It tumbled into two of its friends and they instantaneously fell off the side of the cliff into the stone giants’ fun. Aragorn, with his jaw tight and his teeth baring, turned to the last remaining goblin. As swift as an elf, he lunged forward. Crossing his sword and (Y/N)’s, he cleanly cut as the creature’s blubbering throat. The most repulsive gurgling noise that could ever been made was, but Strider cared not. The only thing of importance now was (Y/N).

He rushed towards her form, the swords clattering at his side. The harsh wet rain blurred his vision, yet he desperately clasped her cheeks. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)!”

She released a muffled groan and a handful of curses, “You idiot.”

A sigh of relief left his lips as he tugged her to her feet. Strider draped the young woman’s arm around his neck and held her waist with one hand. As quick as he could, he snatched up their weapons and pulled the injured woman with him.

“I’ve got you, (Y/N). I’ve got you. Just—just hold on a bit longer.”

The two stumbled through the mountains as Aragorn searched for shelter. He would glance every so often at (Y/N) for he was deeply worried. The young female ranger was leaning heavily on him to the point where he was basically carrying her. Her hand clutched her injured side as she stumbled forward, desperate to get wherever they were going. Furthermore, her chest rose and fell rapidly while she gasped for breath—only for her to inhale freezing rain. Her eyes were squinted shut and her lips were pulled into a tight line. With the loss of blood and the amount of pain she was pretty useless and, quite frankly, Strider knew it was his fault.

The Eru and Valar must have been listening to Aragorn’s prayers for the two stumbled upon a cave.

Strider unconventionally dragged (Y/N) into it and set her down against the smooth wall of the stone.

“I need light before I can examine your wound. Stay here while I search for something to make a fire with.”

(Y/N) groaned before speaking with sarcasm, “No I figured I would just continue scaling the mountains as I bled out.”

Aragorn rolled his eyes at her comment as he pulled off his hood, “Even as you are dying, you find a way to be a pain in my ass.”

She smirked at him and he scoffed in return. Strider then quickly scurried off. Luckily, the cave was not deep and someone must have occupied it recently for there was a small amount of kindling and wood. He rushed back to the injured Ranger and it was only a couple of moments before the sound of crackling flames met their ears.

He moved towards (Y/N). “Let me have a look.”

She began to pull off her soaked cloak, but stopped and hissed out in pain.

Aragorn lightly touched her hand to stop her action. “Don’t make it any worse,” he stated.

He gently pulled the fabric from her form, leaving her in a simple tunic. As carfully as he could, he began to pull her shirt up to reveal the bleeding laceration.

“Is—is it bad?” She questioned with heavy breaths.

He glanced up at her, “You will live.”

Strider ruffled through his leather bag before pulling out various needles, threads, pouches, containers, and a singular flask.

He looked at her once more, “This will hurt (Y/N).”

The male ranger poured the alcohol onto her side and watched as the clear liquor mixed with blood. (Y/N) bit back a groan and squeezed her eyes shut.

Strider then set to work. He wipped off her skin and began to sew it back together. (Y/N) was as stiff as a wooden plank as she clenched her jaw—a natural reflex in this kind of situation.

“Strider,” she hissed. “Could you be any more inept?”

He sent her a glare, “Maybe if you would stop moving it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

“I’m not moving.”

“Yes you are,” He reiterated.

She snorted and Aragorn continued to pull the thread taught for it needed to be done. Next, he made a paste for the wound using athelas leaves, echinacea stalks, and alder bark. He gingerly applied the blended mixture over (Y/N)’s stitching to ward off infections.

“Almost done, (Y/N).” He muttered.

Aragorn ruffled through his bag once more and his hand emerged with a clean dressing. He pulled her exhausted body forward and her head fell onto his shoulder. He began to attentively wrap the fabric around her until it was secure.

Slowly, Strider’s hands found their way to her face once more. He lifted her head and at that sensation she peeled her eyes open.

“I am so sorry, (Y/N). You should not have to suffer from my error.”

She shook her head and released a sigh, “Yeah you are to blame, but I am too cold to care.” She paused, adjusting her position slightly. “Just...just—“

Strider curled an arm around her waist and interrupted her stuttering sentence. “I’ll keep you warm.”

(Y/N) did not object, surprisingly. Instead, she let him shuffle behind her so that she sat between his legs. Careful not to press on her wound, he pulled her body to his chest which she gladly settled against. She leaned her back into him and rested her head upon his shoulder. (Y/N) let her eyelids flutter closed once more.

A soft kiss pressed against her temple and a quiet voice whispered in her ear. “Rest while we wait out the storm. I will watch over you.”

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[tolkien-fics]

Let Down Your Hair 2/2

Word Count: 1,173

Pairing: Fingon x Human! Reader

Trigger Warnings: Violence, death, abuse

Plot: Based on the fairy tale Rapunzel. Part 2/2.

The next morning, you was awake at sunrise to prepare Gothel’s breakfast and to bid her farewell, lowering your long hair over the open window so she could slide down it.

“Remember your chores!” She called up to you, leaving on a horse.

How could you forget? When you was sure she had left, you picked up your hairbrush and began to comb through your hair, singing a sweet song you made up on the spot.

Fingon was riding through the forest alone, sword at his sword. At this moment in time, he was a prince of the Nolder. He heard your singing and followed the sweet voice, until he came to face a high castle.

The prince thought it strange that the castle had no doors or guards. Only an open window, which he saw the figure of you brushing your hair.

“Fair Lady!” You heard a male voice call up to you. In shock, you stumbled to your feet, looking down to see who it was. You instantly became defensive, should Gothel return.

“You are not allowed to be here! Be gone! Quick!” You shouted down to the Ellon, who from above you mistaken for a mortal man.

“Is that a way to speak to the prince of the Nolder?” Fingon called, more of an amused tone than angry. He chuckled,

“How can you come down, my lady? I wish to see the beauty in person. I believe you’re voice shows only half of your brilliance.”

You bit your lip. “I-I can’t. There is no way I can get out.”

“Then I shall come to you!” Fingon steppes off his horse, wondering how he was going to fulfil that.

“Hold on!” You gathered your hair and let it flow out of the window. The elf prince climbed up, joining you in your chamber.

You both conversed about life, how you were both raised and what went on in day to day life. You explained how you were locked away in this tower: Never to feel the earth beneath your feet, or the wind blow in your face.

“So your mother keeps you here, correct?” Fingon asked with a frown.

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. “I am not sure if she is even my mother.”

There was a pause of silence. The sun was passing over, signalling midday.

“You must go.” You stated, letting your hair fall over the window. “She will soon return.”

With a nod, Fingon rose from his seat and made his way to you. “Until we meet again, my lady. I will return tomorrow.”

He brought your hand to his lips and placed a chaste kiss to the back of it. One last smile and he was sliding down your hair.

Fingon returned everyday at the same time when you was certain Gothel was gone. This had been going on for a month. When you wasn’t talking to each other, you were both singing. He taught you a new song, and you taught him embroidery. All was going well, and you felt you was falling for him. And he for you.

“Y/n! Let down your hair!” Gothel’s sour voice called from below. You let your hair down immediately, grunting at the painful tugging.

“Oh Mother Gothel!” You began. “You are much too forceful on my hair than Prince Fingon!”

You froze. Did you really just say that?

Gothel entered your chambers, glaring at you.

“What was that, girl? Is this the repayment I get after taking care of you all these years?!”

You trembled. “Mother Gothel, I apologise.”

Smack! You was down, holding one side of your face. The burning pain made your eyes water, coupled with the coldness of her hand.

“You have betrayed me!” She concluded, narrowing her eyes at you. She knelt down to you, grabbing your face in her hand.

“How long have you been seeing him? Answer me, child!”

“A month.” You admitted, biting her quivering lip.

Gothel hummed, “We will soon sort this out. Get up!”

The witch grabbed your arm and dragged you to the bed, sitting you down in front of the bed post. With some robe, she tied you there. She made sure you couldn’t easily escape.

Then with a dagger, she cut your hair. There was nothing you could do but let the tears fall, feeling like you lost something important. There she left you, your h/c hair surrounding your feet.

It was the evening but it felt like days had passed. You hadn’t fallen asleep yet, still in shock with what happened. Just as you felt your eyes begin to close against your will, a voice called up to you.

“Y/n! Let down your hair! You need not be in this tower again!” Fingon called. He had come on horses with the elven guard railing behind him, willing to put up a fight should it come to that.

“I-I can’t!” You replied. “She cut my hair!”

“Now she will kill you.” Gothel’s voice came from your door, grinning at you mercilessly. “Did you think I would let you betray me again?!”

Fingon’s body froze as he heard you let out a blood curdling scream. He felt like the world came crashing down on top of him.

Then the anger came. Emotion flashed in his eyes as he nodded to the captain of the guard. “Fire!”

Inside your chambers, you managed to fight Gothel off with your legs, kicking your feet. She threw your hair over the window that she weaved into a rope, holding a dagger.

“Farewell, Y/n!” She cackled as she charged at you. Your eyes closed tightly, bracing yourself for what was to come.

But it never did. Still fearful, you opened your eyes to see Gothel on her knees, an elvish arrow pierced into her back. There she died at your feet.

“Y/n?!” Fingon was halfway up, you could tell by her close his voice sounded. “Can you come down?”

“She tied me up.” You said, still struggling with the knot. More footsteps sounded against the castle walls before Fingon appeared, sword in hand.

“Hold still.” He put his sword back in its holder, revealing a dagger from the other side of the belt. With no hesitation, he cut your bonds.

Fingon brought you up to your feet, holding you in his arms. “Are you well?”

You nodded, placing your hands on his arms. “I am now. Thank you for rescuing me, my prince.”

You placed a kiss on his cheek which earned a blush from the elvish prince.

“You are worthy of rescuing, my lady. Please, come back with me to my kingdom.” He held both of your hands in his.

You smiled, “I gladly accept, prince Fingon.”

Fingon took you to his kingdom, introducing you to his family. Turgon has yet to fully warm up to you, Aredhel loved you instantly and welcomed you with open arms and Argon politely acknowledged you as his brothers’ love. You became Queen when Fingon wed you a year later.

You both lived happily ever after.