#egalmoth x reader

[doodle-pops]

Modern AU: Brother’s Best Friend | They Get Jealous When You Bring A Boy Over

Headcanon: Maedhros, Celegorm, Fingon, Angrod, Egalmoth & Beleg

Request: How about this, remember your brother's bestfriend au with Beleg, Maehdros, Fingon, etc? How about the sister brings over a guy because she thought that the elves didnt have a genuine interest in her? And they get jealous. With all the same elves - Anon

A/N: It was a pleasure writing these headcanons for you, anon :) My stomach was performing cartwheels writing them jealous.

Warnings: female reader, heavily suggestive content, making out

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Maedhros

Just your typical Friday night when he pays your brother a visit and the first sight he stumbles upon is you and some…GUY being all close and flirty with one another as if nothing ever happened between you two.

Being the eldest of seven siblings, his temper and jealousy control knows no bounds because has been through it all. So when he notices the interaction, he quietly shuffles aside to meet with your brother in his room and BOILS.

Y’all really thought Mae wouldn’t become jealous, especially after all those nights of spending hours in your room while your brother peacefully sleeps like a log? He wants to launch that guy out of the house like a javelin for simply breathing in your direction.

The entire time he’s in your brother’s room, he’s creating all the excuses to step out just to return downstairs so he can stalk the interactions until he can no longer take it and corners you the moment you step aside.

“I like your friend.” His deep voice startled you as he stepped into the kitchen after your friend ran off to the washroom. Mae’s eyes never left your figure standing behind the counter and shyly looking away as though you were caught committing a crime. You were in his eyes.

“Mae,” you softly replied with a scoff and a shake of your head. “It’s not what you think.”

“Then tell me what it is,” he growled.

Your eyes snapped upwards and met the darkened look in his eyes as he fought against the restraints he created whenever he was around you in the open. His silvery orbs were shifting into darker hues of grey, swirling around as his look morphed into jealousy with a touch of hunger. His footsteps were light and calculated as he slid into the kitchen and came to stand behind you, pushing a lock of hair away from your ear.

His towering presence and body heat radiating off him made your stomach flop and butterflies erupted. Just the mere act of him pushing your hair away from your ear left you anticipating. And you were lucky. His hot breath ghosted the shell of your ear as he craned his neck to match your height while he placed his right hand on the countertop to sandwich you.

“I’ll tell you what is. You want me to bend you over this counter like I always do and make him watch and listen as you moan my name,” he breathed while his lips brushed against the tips. “How can a guy not want you? Look at you, even I want you and I don’t appreciate competing for what’s already mine. So tell him goodbye because you already have a friend: a boyfriend.”

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

Feeling like all the air had been forced out your lungs from how hard you were breathing, your fingers curled into the countertop as the images began flashing across your mind like flashbacks. Gulping and managing to reply, you looked at him from over your shoulder. “If you’re jealous, you should just say so.”

“I’m not jealous, princess. I’m just claiming what belongs to me.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Celegorm

All hell is going to break loose the moment he and your brother walk through the door and witness the sight of you and some random…GUY is all cute and playful. Standing close to each, bumping shoulders and laughing at his jokes.

It’s worse when your brother doesn’t even know who this GUY is, so this gives him the cue to step up and become the big bad wolf to cryptically remind you that he doesn’t tolerate it and you’re in trouble.

The first thing Celegorm could do is make himself known by standing as menacingly as possible in the area and STARE until you both become uncomfortable. Either you speak out on his actions or the boy, and if he does, Tyelko loves the direction the confrontation is heading.

You should count your blessings that your brother is present because he wants to know just as much as Celegorm does, and he’s also preventing Celegorm from flipping your house inside out.

His gaze was locked on you the entire time, wanting you to catch the hints that you weren’t going to be let off the hook for this stunt. “So who’s your lil friend over here?”

Rolling your eyes exasperatedly at the silver-haired oaf, you turned your head to cast an apologetic glance at your friend before introducing him. “This here is Nestaron, and he’s in the same year as me in uni. We have most of our classes together.”

Without missing a beat, Tyelko’s brows furrowed as he threw a questionable look at your friend before returning his focus to you. “Together? What do you mean by that kitten?”

With the simple use of your pet name, the poor boy inwardly cringed and felt like he was overstepping boundaries he didn’t know were up. His eyes were everywhere but you and Tyelko as he fiddled with his thumbs on the stool while you and your brother’s bestie were having a murderous stare-down. You couldn’t understand why he was being so negative about your friend when he didn’t even know the boy.

“Um…” Your head swivelled at the sound of your friend’s voice and watched as he hopped off his stool and grabbed his bag pack. “I’m gonna head out now. Sorry if I ruined anything between you two, I didn’t know you were together.”

“We’re not together.”

“Yes, we are!”

Nestaron’s eyes darted between you and Tyelko, while Tyelko and your gaze were locked on one another. His face wore a triumphant smirk while yours held disbelief at his jealous behaviour. In the middle of your stare-down, Nestaron ushered himself out of the kitchen without saying another word and departed from the house.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I come over and some random guy is being all flirty with you. Don’t even tell me that he wasn’t flirting because I know what flirting looks like. I do it with you all the time!” he whisper-yelled, finally entering the kitchen to corner you between him and the fridge. His forest eyes held anger and sadness in them the longer he held your gaze.

Fighting the urge to bite your tongue, you narrowed your eyes at him and craned your neck upwards to challenge him. “Why do you care so much?!”

“Because I don’t sleep around. If I do, it’s only one person, you. There’s meaning in that, but you haven’t recognised it yet,” he uttered softly whilst lifting a finger to caress your cheek. It wasn’t long before his gaze darkened as his words lingered in the air and his gaze fell to your lips. “So if I were you, I’d continue making your little meal while thinking about it because you’re gonna have to apologise to me later…night.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Fingon

No, jealousy is not his favourite colour because green doesn’t go well with his appearance. He refuses to reach that level where his temper tips into becoming the green monster, so all he does is painfully observe with a fake smile and silently SIMMERS.

What he doesn’t know is that he is genuinely jealous the longer he stares at you and your new buddy outside, laughing and chatting away too close for his personal taste���he does notice the way your new buddy stares at you when you weren’t looking, and he isn’t happy about it.

His face contorts and his breathing quickens, and his focus isn’t even on your brother explaining some new game he’s been wanting. The entire time he’s calculating what and how to approach you without hinting that he wasn’t pleased with the interaction.

He didn’t want to appear like some jealous-possessive type of lover—he wasn’t sure if you considered him that—but Fingon knew that something had to be done to reaffirm his security when it came to your relationship.

Pleased to have found a moment to steal away from your brother, he manages to accidentally bump into you the moment you re-entered the house from the backdoor, leaving your buddy in the backyard. Noticing Fingon muttering to himself, you paused from entering the guest toilet and walked over to inquire.

“Hey,” you sang and tapped his shoulder. “You okay? Noticed you’re looking sad?”

Feeling your hand on his shoulder, he melted under your touch and swivelled around to face you with a nonchalant expression while he was dying on the inside. Eyes shortly roaming your figure, he took an up-close image of your attire and ground his teeth. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

His left eye twitched.

Stifling a burst of laughter behind your hand, you tilted your head and teased—wasn’t a smart move on your end. “You haven’t spoken a word to me since you came over and I missed you. This isn’t because I brought my friend over?”

Fingon stifled his laughter—attempted to which came out like a scoff followed by a dark chuckle. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before slowly biting his lower lip. “Now where’s the humour in that? What’s so funny about missing me when you invited your little friend out there to keep you company? You shouldn’t keep him waiting too long; he’s probably getting lonely.”

His inability to hide his jealousy while denying it was adorable the longer he pouted and hunched over the counter contemplating. It urged you to step closer and wrap your arms around his waist, moulding your body against his. “You’re jelly Finno. I told you, he’s just a friend. Only a friend.”

But Fingon knew otherwise, for in your friend’s mind, he considered you more than what you did. And much to his annoyance, Fingon was beginning to lose his patience from the way you were pressing against him, driving him insane with your sweet fragrance. Breaking the restraints, his hands found themselves cupping your neck and tilting your head upwards to meet his lips brushing against yours. He smirked at your sharp intake of breath.

“Jealous,” he purred. “If he’s just your friend, then you wouldn’t mind if I staked my claim right here and now?”

“We can’t do that right now Fingon.” You were trembling in his hold the more his lips brushed against yours.

“Oh no sweetheart, that’s for tonight when I have all the time in the world. For now, a little kiss,” he breathed raspy as his lips trailed past your lips, along your jaw and to the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Right here, where you can show it off for me, hm.”

Indeed his definition of a little kiss was a few scattered hickeys on either side of your neck for your friend to receive the message.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Angrod

He wants nothing more than to toss your friend out the front door by his collar like a javelin without hesitation. His anger is seething the longer he stands beside your brother being introduced like he’s a side character all of a sudden.

It’s worse when your brother shows clear signs of knowing about your friendship with your guy friend for some time. Angrod’s eyes are twitching, and he’s irritated that you would even consider another boy to be your friend when he existed.

Were his frequent visitations not enough to get it into your head that you were together? The entire time he’s in the house, his eyes are locked on your little friend, gaging his every move to ensure they don’t cross a line.

And the only line your friend managed to cross was the way his eyes would lock onto your figure as you moved around the house. Was the need for looking like some love-sick puppy necessary?

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at her?” Angrod grumbled as he sat on the stool on the other side of the island while his opponent sad on the opposite side returning a challenging smirk. “It’s quite disrespectful since she considers you a friend, don’t you think?”

“Says who, you? Jealous of a little competition? Afraid that I’ll win her heart with my charm and good looks?” your friend sneered and folded his arms to appear larger. He was lucky that you weren’t present in the kitchen as he and Angrod had their exchange.

“Someone who looks and is built like the Shoebill stork shouldn’t be boasting so loudly. I would humble myself if I were you,” countered Angrod with a triumphant smug while darting his eyes at the staircase to look out for your return. He’d hate to be caught arguing for your attention like some jealous child—he hated engaging in the act currently as they argued.

Feeling insulted, your friend cleared his throat and released a sarcastic laugh. He wanted to return an insult concerning Angrod’s looks, but the blonde was indeed too handsome to bring down. Instead, he changed the topic of insult to another. “Going for my looks is a bit low, don’t you think? At least I’m not the one parading around as Y/N’s fake boyfriend; hate to say it, but that’s all you’ll ever be.”

“Funny that as Y/N’s fake boyfriend, I get to be in her room every night and anytime I visit instead of being limited to the kitchen…” Hitting the roof of his mouth with his tongue, he threw a wink at his stunned opponent whose jaw visibly clenched at hearing the disadvantage he faced. There was no way for him to overcome this defeat; indeed he had lost the game. “As her fake boyfriend, I get to know her inside-out, and more. What do you know?”

“I–…I…”

“Nothing. So consider this a respectful warning. The next time she calls you over, don’t. Your intentions don’t match hers and mine.”

Before your friend could respond, your footsteps echoed in the distance as your feet came thumping down the staircase and bounding into the kitchen. The first person you walked past and greeted was Angrod with a blink and smile before turning to sharply raise your brows at your friend and heading into the fridge, unaware of the tense exchange they both had.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Egalmoth

The fact that you thought for a second that after all the ramping around the sheets you and Egalmoth did and STILL thought it wise to bring a male friend over was you setting yourself up for some punishment.

Egalmoth wasn’t going to let this go…until he assessed the situation and decided the outcome was justifiably enough to his liking. This included the entire build-up process of eyeing your friend down and turning his visit into 21 questions.

If you were going to bring someone over, at least pick someone worth being in your presence to make the repercussions lessen. Instead, you picked someone who couldn’t hold a candle to your flame and then dared to state to Egalmoth’s face that he was interested in you.

Egalmoth was ready to get this over with and done. He wanted this BOY out of your house and never to set foot inside here again while ensuring that this incident never happened again…with anyone else.

“El, what are doing?” you barked out in a muffled voice as his hand clamped over your mouth. His face was inches apart from yours as he managed to fit his body into the cramped spacing of your guest toilet, not too far from the living room. Despite the dim light, you were able to notice the wicked gleam in his eyes as he towered over you.

“Shush, princess. Have no fear; I’m only doing what I’m supposed to: ensuring what belongs to me carries a signature.” He grinned wickedly as his hand slid off your mouth to wrap around the front of your throat and applied a small amount of pressure to the sides to prompt your eyes to roll into your head. A small whimper escaped, causing him to bite his lip. “Do you think your friend would mind I helped his eyes to stop roaming?”

The only response was a soft whine as he applied more pressure while nibbling on your lower lip. It didn’t take him long to turn his nibbles into slow kisses, leaving you breathless. He left no room for your body to pull away as he engaged in the sinful act in the privacy of your guest toilet. All your moans were gobbled up by him—a courtesy he was kind to pay—however he didn’t spare his mouth travelling lower to place hickeys down your neck, biting and sucking your skin as though it were nectar.

“E–…El, we’ll get caught…”

“Even better.”

Much to your fear and his satisfaction, in the middle of his hands travelling further to cup your ass while his mouth was busy on your clavicle, a knock on the door and your name went off. “Y/N, is everything alright? You’ve been in there for a while now.”

Suddenly, you heard Egalmoth’s voice rippling by your ear. “Go on…answer him or I will.”

The fear that resonated from deep within made you blurt out a rapid, shaky reply. “Y-Yeah, I’m f-fine. A little stomach, ah…problems.”

He hesitated to reply on the other end, finding your responses suspicious, however, he nodded his head and returned to the living room to wait for you.

“That wasn’t so hard was it, love? Now let’s see how many marks I can leave on you in five minutes.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Beleg

He’s confused because as much as he’s sleeping around with you; you are welcome to have friends of the opposite sex. However, it’s the proximity of the interactions that’s been bothering him since he was introduced.

Even a glance he made in your direction, there was a little guy friend who was, too close and with his arm wrapped around your waist. Beleg needed to check his eyes and perform a double take for that one. Your friend had Beleg plotting if removing someone’s hand was acceptable in instances like this because he needed it to be.

The rest of the night Beleg had vanished out of sight, cooling himself off with a walk in the dew because, for the first time, he was unsure about his self-control. He really liked you but didn’t want to ruin anything by confronting your friend.

It’s only when he returned during the early hours of the morning, that he realised that his cooling off was pointless since your friend was still present in the house.

“Why are you still here?” Beleg’s voice rang out clearly with a hint of displeasure as he eyed your friend up and down, scrutinising him harshly. “The celebration’s over, you should be at home.”

“Ah, about that. Y/N asked me to spend the night.”

Beleg believed that murder was the appropriate answer to this issue and not removing a limb. His eye twitched at the audacious remark which prompted a series of rises and falls of the corners of his lips. He had enough time to commit the crime and clean up the scene before anyone woke up. That seemed like the most suitable plan.

“Y/N asked you to spend the night? Doesn’t sound like the Y/N I know,” Beleg replied and took a few steps into the living room to remove his jacket. From the new angle, his forest eyes were shining brightly with thirst and eagerness. “Sounds to me like you invited yourself here when you should be at home. Would you like me to take you home?”

“Relax man,” your friend surrendered, laughing with his hands raised. “I don’t mean any harm.”

“Of course you don’t. You’re entirely harmless because your arms around her waist all night weren’t enough for me to know your intentions.” Walking into the kitchen to grab a can of Sprite from the top shelf, he popped the lid off and took a deep swig while boring holes into his challenger’s caught expression. If it was one thing you couldn’t Beleg with, it was knowing when someone was interested in another person: he knew the body language all too well.

Crossing his arms and legs as he leaned against the counter, your friend whispered ‘touché’ before he attempted to stand his ground once more. “If it bothers you this much, then why haven’t you made any move on her yet instead of leaving her available for people like me to have a chance?”

The urge to throw up at the assumption was vividly expressed on Beleg’s visage the longer he stared. With the can of Sprite already discarded in the bin, Beleg grew tired of maintaining the unnecessary weight of the conversation and chose to silently walk out of the kitchen with a small ‘good night’, making a turn for the staircase.

“Where are you going?”

“To sleep, what else.”

“I know, but shouldn’t you be sleeping down here since they don’t have any rooms to offer?”

Beleg chuckled, shaking his head with a victorious triumphant grin. “That only applies to you. I get invited to sleep in Y/N’s room whenever I’m here by Y/N. Good night.”

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egalmoth, my moans were so loud last night, do you think anyone heard me? (continues kissing his neck)

“How should I know when I was the cause of them just the way I liked?” he grinned. Then, gripping your waist and flipping you onto your back, he slithered his body over yours like a predator caging his prey in. “Why don’t I get you to make some more and we’ll see if it’s loud?”

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Hello!! Beautiful writing! May I please request a fic with Egalmoth x human reader where he’s in love and trying to show it to the reader be they don’t know elvish courting signs and they agree to accompany another elf to a ball in Gondolin and Eaglmoth gets jealous but kinda sulks in silence and the reader sees and goes out to comfort his and he just bursts out how he feels. Reader feels the same and is shocked but of course agrees to court him! Thank you so much!

Misunderstandings- Worth Your Time

characters egalmoth x reader

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n hi- am sorry for the wait. life is happening. i hope you like this- thank you endlessly to @theladyvanya and @i-did-not-mean-to for helping me out and having my back💗

Egalmoth watched you freely talk with Idirl- the princess, as he was thinking.

He tried everything he possibly could the past 2 months- but not any of those times did you show any bit of interest in him.

He complimented you constantly, bought you new exquisite hairpins, flowers, books- anything the lord of the heavenly arch could put his mind to.

He even made sure any dresses/robes you required were made to the highest quality- but no matter what he did you still didn’t show any interest.

Egalmoth always had the strongest confidence.

He was so sure you would accept him.

But his whole world suddenly shattered — when you didn't.

Egalmoth wanted to give up- but he couldn’t. How could he when he was so sure you were the one?

It was hard to accept the person you loved — didn't love you.

You have been living in Gondolin for some time – a friend of the princess.

Ever since Egalmoth first laid eyes on you- he had fallen deeply- how you talked, smiled- oh and your eyes seemed to shine every time spoke with passion.

He wanted to be the source of that shine one day. . .

He lived those moments— falling deeply in love with you.

It was obvious to everyone else— Egalmoth didn't just let anyone into his life and company.

He dared even ask you if he could braid your hair—you politely declined, however.

That’s when Egalmoth thought he should really give up- you had shown it you clearly weren’t interested.

He should have seen it before – but his head was too high in the clouds to understand.

Egalmoth sighed and turned away to continue on with his work.

It was evening- when you suddenly rushed into the office, looking happy and giddy.

Egalmoth raised an eyebrow- what had gotten you so excited you couldn’t stand still?

“Egalmoth!”

You chirped cheerfully.

His heart skipped a beat- he wondered why you still stuck around him even though you rejected him multiple times.

“What?” He asked- Egalmoth for the first time in his life didn’t- or couldn’t find the energy to return the same cheerfulness.

He was in too much agony.

“Aldon has kindly asked me to the ball.”

At that- Egalmoth froze.

This is what you wanted to tell him- after rejecting him so many times?

He wanted to ask you- but after you so clearly rejected him, Egalmoth knew it was useless.

But now you freely and cheerfully say about how that- silly Aldon was able to take you to the ball?

With his little to no effort.

“Why him?”

Egalmoth slowly turned to you.

“Is he worth your time?”

You laughed- you thought it was his sense of humor again.

“Well, of course!- Why else would I accept?”

Was that your way of saying every thing he did wasn’t worth your time?

“What did he give you to take your hand for dance?”

Egalmoth asked- he already knew that ellon didn’t pay attention to customs- especially to humans.

That was why Egalmoth never liked Aldon- Aldon considered you unvaluable.

But Egalmoth saw you as the purest and rarest of gems in his eyes- and he would have shown you that, if you had given him the chance.

“He didn’t need to?”

You answered- confused.

“He asked and I accepted. . .”

You shrugged- like it was so simple.

If it was that simple for Aldon- did it seem impossible for Egalmoth to win you over?

But of course- you weren’t some trophy he wanted to show around- you were a pure, kind hearted human he ever had the privilege of knowing- but unfortunate enough to never receive your love.

Egalmoth half listened to you when you explained Aldon approached you earlier- after you left Idril.

You seemed so happy and cheerful- it broke his heart.

Did you even know how he felt?

Finally — when he found someone . . . did they not want him anything more than just a friend?

Did you truly not see him anything more than as friend?

The day of the event you dressed yourself in one of his favorite dresses/robes- you owned.

It was harder and harder to take his eyes off you- Ecthelion and Glorfindel had noticed it.

But neither of them commented- probably for the best.

It was unlike Egalmoth to be this silent- especially at an event.

But as much as he hated to admit it- he was heartbroken inside and seeing dance and laugh with that Aldon only made matters worse.

What did you see in him?- Egalmoth had many things!

What was he lacking to win your affection?

What did Aldon have- he didn’t?

Some part of him wanted to punch the measly ellon- who clearly didn’t respect you or customs.

Just because you were human- doesn’t mean you didn’t deserve to be accepted to the elvish customs.

Egalmoth sighed and gulped down another drink.

He raised an eyebrow when you suddenly turned to notice him- it was almost 30 minutes already.

Usually, you would try to spot him for 5 minutes in- what had changed?

Were you really courting Aldon? – That made his blood boil.

You approached him with a sweet smile- Egalmoth redirected his anger.

“Egalmoth!”

You cheered.

He looked at you.

“Why are you sulking away in the corner?- You’re always the centre of attention at these events!”

Egalmoth almost glared- but he quickly rolled his eyes.

“Am not some entertainer, Y/N. . .”

He sighed and grabbed another drink.

“Is everything alright?”

You asked.

You wondered how many times he had refilled his glass- he was an elf- more advanced and stronger than you- but you still couldn’t help but be worried about him.

“I think Aldon requires your presence again. . .”

He muttered and left.

You sighed and went after him- through the long hallways and tall archways.

“Egalmoth- this isn’t like you!”

This was different from the Egalmoth you knew- he wasn’t afraid to be the centre of attention- in fact he loved it.

He made himself known- flirting his way through the crowds and boasting about himself.

It was fun to watch- he was so confident in everything.

So- why suddenly is he sulking around and leaving early- too early?

That wasn’t the Egalmoth everyone knew.

You tried to keep up with his long strides.

“Please- Egalmoth, could you slow down?”

“What do you even see in him?”

He suddenly turned around- he was towering over you.

You blinked.

“What?”

“What do you see in him, Y/N?- Aldon?”

“Ald-“

“I gave you all signs and gifts known to all elves!- But instead you’re willing to court some measly little elf that wouldn’t even offer you anything!”

“Court?”

“So enlighten me, Y/N. Why is he so worth your time?”

Egalmoth was breathing hard- staring into your eyes.

He was desperate for the answer.

“Egalmoth. . . Aldon and I aren’t courting. . .”

You meekly replied to him.

He frowned.

“Then why did you agree to go to this ball with him?”

You shrugged.

“No one else asked. . .”

“I would have asked you- if you hadn’t rejected me. . .”

He sighed.

You blinked- shocked.

“Rejected you?”

What was he talking about?

“I offered you my courting gifts- but you had rejected all of them.”

“What?- Those were courting gifts?”

You frowned.

“Yes- why else would I give them to you?”

“I-. . . I didn’t release what you wanted to. . . but am human?”

“And?”

He asked- like it mattered little- and yes, he didn’t care if you were human or elf.

The confusion and shock written on your face made him understand.

“You didn’t understand, did you?- Not even when I wanted to braid your hair with that new hair pin?”

You mumbled a low no- with a shake of your head.

“I thought you were friends with the princess?”

“Yes. . . I am. . .”

“Neither of you spoke about elvish courting rituals?”

“Well. . .- it never exactly came up as a topic. .. yet. . .”

“Yet?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Well. . . I don’t know. . .”

You shrugged again- too embarrassed to admit you were talking about crushes to the princess and Egalmoth may or may not have been brought up a few times by yourself.

“Now that you know. . .”

Egalmoth smirked and stepped closer to you.

You gasped and almost stepped back.

But Egalmoth wrapped a hand around your waist- the other caressed your coloring cheeks.

“What is your answer now?”

You thought back to all the time Egalmoth talked to you- or brought you something.

Looking back you realized how dumb you were- Egalmoth was always there trying to win you over.

But then again- it wasn’t your fault you didn’t know elvish customs.

“You could have told me. . .”

Egalmoth rolled his eyes.

“It was obvious to everyone but you!- I even asked if I could touch your hair.”

“I know but. . “

“Then enlighten me with the human courting customs.

You shook your head with a smile.

“They aren’t as beautiful or extravagant.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

You smiled.

Egalmoth didn’t waste a moment- he quickly dipped down and kissed you- senseless.

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[aeonianarchives]

Can I Request for the Reader or Egalmoth whichever you feel with more comfortable writing, to do Duilins hair and put a swallow feather in (so that is the reason for Duilin to always have a swallow feather in his hair)

How about Duilin x Egalmoth x Reader does that work for you because imma do it for you

The Swallow & The Magpie

Summery: Anon Request + Egalmoth getting a Magpie feather in his hair

Pairing: Duilin x Egalmoth x Reader

Warnings: Non

Reader Pronouns: He/They

you chuckled at the two archers as Egalmoth tried to catch Duilin for you "Come on humor him Duilin" Egalmoth said missing the other lord.

"I am not putting a dirty bird feather in my hair" Duilin said

"Come on you'll like cute" you chimed in

"I do not want to look cute, Y/n" Duilin said

"Thats disappointing then you must not exist you are always cute" Egalmoth said the lord of the house of the swallow huffed

"I do not know why my heart like either of you" Duilin said as you caught the fancy lord

"Egalmoth why don't you show him there is nothing to fear" you said straddling the lord

"HEY HOLD ON A MINUTE, I NEVER AGREED TO THIS" Egalmoth said

"I mean it's only fair" you said

"I will not have a magpie feather in my hair I am not a magpie you and your damn brother with the magpie nickname, i allowed it for so long but even this is to far, that feather is dirty, it will ruin my hair" Egalmoth said the lord kept complaining but you managed to tie it into the end of the lords braid the Lord shot up when you got off him and checked the mirror

"It suits me very well i will keep the dirty magpie feather in" Egalmoth said as you chuckled

"Your turn Duilin" you said turning to the lord only to realized he had in fact run away

"I did not expect to go on a wild goose chase after our Meleth just to put a feather in his hair" You said with a sigh and started out the door after Duilin, you soon ran into your brother

"Who are you looking for" Glorfindel questioned

"Duilin decided to run me and Egalmoth just wanted to put a feather in his hair" You said

"Duilin escaped to his house I saw him run in there a few minutes ago, want me to help" Glorfindel questioned you agreed to the help, your brother managed to catch Duilin as he caught him off guard

"I hate you Glorfindel, you said you needed to discuss something with me but instead you are working with your brother, i thought we are friends" Duilin said

"We are but, it's my brother, I can't say no to my brother" Glorfindel said

"Quite wining, it's not going to hurt you even the magpie got this 'dirt' in his hair, just humor me Meleth" You said the archer sighed but allowed you to.

ever since that day you noticed that Duilin had always tied the feather into his hair somewhere, at first you and Egalmoth had a fun game of guess were the feather is in Duilin's hair before he settled with having it in one spot.

"I told you he would like it eventually, it's a shame you didn't" you said to the magpie stood besides you.

Elvish Translation:

Meleth - Love

[pyrochilles-writes]

hello, welcome to my side-blog for writing!

my main is @pyrochilles where i post most of my art and all my other stuff. i'm an 18-turning-19 year old studying theatre, who also quite enjoys writing.

i write mainly for the silmarillion fandom. my asks are open for suggestions, but not quite like "requests" because i have chronic illness + such random spurts of inspiration that i don't want to promise to write anything just incase i never get around to it.

concerning requests :

i do sort of one-shots and imagines, it can be just "a character + a word" or it can be a specific scenario. my limits are : ab*se, inc*st, and i won't write anything that i notice makes me uncomfortable.

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"Pears" - Maedhros fic.

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[lamemaster]

The Prince My Sister Speaks Of

Pairing: Rog x Reader'

Summary: Rog carries within his heart these stolen pieces of you. He has loved you from the very first moment of meeting you. His affections for you, however, remain a well-kept secret.

AN: I really wanted to participate in this event. So, here's my entry.

Rog pines. He does so as his hammer shapes the seething metal, he does so as he sits in lengthy meetings. He would rather perish pining for you than witness another fate.

For a looming hardy smith, Rog's heart is nothing but the softest cotton for you. It blooms from a single glance by you and weaves itself into a thread to make a tapestry of you.

Even now as you chase after a giggling princess Idril, Rog's eyes follow your every movement. You are Lady Elenwe's sister, thus, Idril's aunt.

You had left Valinor following your sister. Rog wasn't there to witness your journey or your loss. His life had started on the shores of Middle Earth separated by seas, it was a wonder that Rog's path had somehow met yours.

You carry in you the light of Aman. The entire city of Gondolin knows of you. King Turgon's sister-in-law, who resides in the world of dreams.

A romanticist. You are a dreamer. A soul who walks the paths of Gondolin with a skip in their step, crouching among stacks of books all detailing deeds of love. During dark solitary nights when most scurry to light lamps or find comfort in their homes, you are found staring dreamily into the sky that holds all of Varda's creations.

Maybe that is the reason why King Turgon entrusts you completely with his treasured daughter.

You have looked after Princess Idril ever since your sister's death. Not even an ounce of darkness has come to the princess in your wake. It is said when the entire family grieved for Lady Elenwe's death, you were there holding on to your niece, singing her a soothing lullaby.

Rog carries within his heart these stolen pieces of you. He has loved you from the very first moment of meeting you. His affections for you, however, remain a well-kept secret.

The room pulses with an inexplicable heat, perhaps a result of the wine flowing freely among the company. King Turgon succumbed to intoxication long ago, his alcohol tolerance no match for the revelry.

Glorfindel and Ecthelion remain locked in conquest over the coveted loveseat. The others have long abandoned any attempts to intervene, letting the two elves sort out their seating dispute in their own boisterous manner.

Penlod, wisely, chose solitude over the rowdiness of the gathering, seeking refuge in this quieter corner. Meanwhile, Egalmoth has shifted his focus from the merriment to engage in what seems like profound conversations with the sapphires adorning his crown.

And then there's you — comfortably nestled on the chaise, a half-filled glass of wine cradled in your hand, your cheeks flushed from the abundant indulgence.

Yet, amid this chaotic scene, a world-altering event remains unnoticed by the intoxicated crowd. Rog, a pillar of unwavering composure, sits with unflinching poise. His back is as straight as a spear, seemingly impervious to the revelry around him. The wine in his glass ripples with the faint tremors he can barely conceal.

The epicenter of this upheaval? You. Leaning heavily against Rog, your head rests trustingly on his broad shoulder. Your hair cascades like a waterfall down his back, and the warmth of your breath skims his neck as you mumble incoherent words.

For Rog, each beat of his heart resounds louder than the clamor of his own forge. Your hushed, unintelligible utterances, so close to his ear, send ripples of both trepidation and exhilaration through him.

"She said emm she said... that I would marry a prince," your tipsy murmurs reach Rog's ears, your lips brushing temptingly close. He takes measured breaths, attempting to steady his racing heart as your ramblings persist. "Elenwe said that...," the mention of your sister stirs an involuntary twitch from Turgon even in his slumber, though you seem blissfully unaware. "but prince work in forge like Feanor did...then are you the prince? My prince?" you query, your voice a delicate melody that winds its way into Rog's very soul.

A prince...a concept so alien to him, a notion he could have never imagined. You, who were not born of royalty, now address him with a term that feels foreign yet tantalizingly sweet. As you delicately set aside your glass, Rog's world shifts. Your warmth leaves him, though the lingering sensation of your touch remains etched upon his skin.

Turning back towards him, you rise unsteadily, your hands finding purchase on his sturdy shoulders. Your bleary smile, a radiant beacon amid the haze of the room, holds a magnetic pull. Rog's lips twitch, the desire to mirror your expression warring with the taut control he maintains.

Your hands cup his rugged face, drawing his gaze into the depths of your eyes. In this intimate moment, your voice is a whisper, softer than a sigh, "Will you be my prince, Rog? Will you fulfill the prophecy my sister shared? Will you wed me?" The words hang in the air, untainted by the usual lilt of jest or the haze of inebriation. They are a genuine inquiry, vulnerable and heartfelt.

Rog's heart, once a forge that shaped the mightiest of metals, now hammers erratically within his chest. His dark eyes, a reflection of his internal turmoil, search yours for any trace of jest or illusion. But what he finds is unwavering sincerity, a truth that cuts through the haze of the evening.

From the stacked towers of your books to the winding paths of Gondolin your eyes always find him. The Lord of the house of Hammer of Wrath.

You can't help but muse about the way his eyes shine under the light of the Sun. Or how desperately you ward off elleth lingering about his forge.

These days even your darling niece, Idril finds immense joy in rushing into her father's office specifically during meetings with a certain lord. And you can't help but follow Idril with a fluttering heart.

On starry nights with no company in sight, you can't help but ask Elenwe, "Is he the one your stories spoke of?"

[lovelylovebug]

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♡ Characters:

Valar:

Yavanna, Oromë, Melkor, Nienna

Noldor:

Fëanor, Nerdanel, Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, Amras, Celebrimbor, Gil-Galad, Aredhel, Maeglin, Eärendil, Idril, Elenwë, Fingolfin, Finarfin, Lalwen, Findis, Indis, Míriel, Anairë, Earwen, Finrod, Argon, Celebrían, Elrond, Elrohir, Elladan, Arwen, Finduilas

Sindar:

Luthien, Beleg, Nellas, Elwing

Other Elves:

Glorfindel, Erestor, Rog, Egalmoth, Haldir

Dwarves:

Thorin, Bofur, Kili, Fili

Humans:

Eowyn, Faramir, Boromir, Haleth

[felagund-the-valiant]

Procrastination Troubles - Galdor x f!reader

It’s not like Galdor and you were meaning to hide your relationship from your brother – there just never seemed to be a right time to tell him.

Words: 1.1k

Tags: fluff, unintentional secret dating, sibling’s best friend trope

A/N: i will forever have brainrot over that one egalmoth kinktober fic by @doodle-pops. Anywayyy, it was also my introduction to the sibling’s best friend trope and this is my fluffy take on it with Galdor and Glorfindel because they’re besties in my hcs! (Tarnin Austa is the very same festival the Gondolindrim were celebrating the day Gondolin was attacked, in case you want to sprinkle in some potential upcoming angst for yourself.)

“Glorfindel?” You called out and knocked on the door of your brother’s study. He beckoned you inside and you spotted him behind his desk, scribbling away at some letters. “What can I do for you?” He asked as you walked up to his desk. “There’s something Galdor and I want to talk to you about, if you have the time.” You said while unconsciously fidgeting with the necklace around your neck. A shiny emerald dangling from a delicate golden necklace – a courtship gift from Galdor that you cherished deeply. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), I’m afraid I have my hands full – there are still many preparations to be made for Tarnin Austa. Is it urgent? Can it maybe wait a few days?” You sighed internally. The two of you had had this very conversation many times already and there always seemed to be new issues demanding his attention. Part of you was tempted to scold him and remind him that he wouldn’t be drowning in so much work now had he simply began preparations earlier, but you knew it would be a wasted effort. Instead, you opted to force a patient smile, mutter a resigned Yes, of course and departed from his office to seek out your beloved.

You found Galdor in his private garden, kneeling on the ground and tending to a small group of budding flowers with utmost care. His gentle nature was reflected even in the way he cared for his plants, and it was an oddly heartwarming sight. When he spotted you, he rose to his feet and discarded his gardening gloves and apron with a bright smile before drawing you in for a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and then your lips. His kisses were as delicate as the wings of the butterflies drawn to the many scented flowers around you (and those that seemed to be swirling around in your stomach) and you wished he would never stop. “It’s lovely to see you, meleth. What brings you here?” “I spoke to my brother.” You said and a hopeful glint appeared in Galdor’s eyes. “And? What did he say?” You shook your head and the hope turned into disappointment. “No good. Still feeling the consequences of his usual procrastination.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. Galdor huffed but still put on an optimistic face for your sake. “I’m sure we’ll get to tell him soon enough. And I can’t wait.” He gently caressed your cheek. “I can’t wait to stroll through the streets with you on my arm, dance with you at festivals. Show everyone how happy you make me – and hopefully how happy I make you.”

It wasn’t like you were forced into secrecy, you knew your courtship wouldn’t be seen as scandalous with Galdor being a well-respected lord and you being a lady of an equally esteemed house. Rather you had forced yourselves into secrecy, even if it was hard at times. You wanted your brother to be the first person to know but his procrastination made it more than difficult. So, for now, you opted to keep your courtship private. You smiled and covered the hand on your cheek with your own and leaned into the touch. “You make me more than happy, meleth. I love you, from the bottom of my heart.” Galdor leaned down and nuzzled your nose with his. “I love you, too.” He whispered before bestowing another kiss on you.

A few days later, you found yourself in Galdor’s garden again, this time kneeling on the ground beside him. You weren’t exactly skilled when it came to treating plants, but you were determined to get the hang of it for Galdor’s sake since you knew how import it was to him. He’d chosen a simple task for today – helping him with moving some plants from their current pots to bigger ones. You were a little terrified of pulling too tightly and damaging their stems, but the afternoon passed without any plants being hurt in the process, much to your relief. “You did well, (YN).” Galdor praised as you were putting away your tools. “See, I told you it’s not that difficult. You’ve already improved a lot.” “What do I get for being such an excellent gardening assistant?” You asked with a playful grin. “What would you like?” You hummed pensively and pretended to think for a moment even though you already knew your answer. “I suppose a kiss would be adequate compensation.” “A kiss you shall have.” Galdor said with an equally playful grin and met your lips with his, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. You sighed into the kiss and tangled your fingers in his emerald shirt.

“Galdor, Galdor. Your own best friend’s little sister, huh?” A voice suddenly came from behind the two of you, making you part abruptly. You turned around startled to find your brother leaning against a marble column with an amused grin on his face. “Glorfindel!” You and Galdor exclaimed at the same time and exchanged nervous glances. “How long have you been standing there?” You asked. “A while.” He answered with a smirk. “I couldn’t find you anywhere, so I came here to hopefully find out from Galdor what the two of you want to talk to me about so desperately, but it seems like I already have my answer.” Galdor swallowed and tightened his grip on you a little. “Yes, indeed. (Y/N) and I started courting a while ago and we wanted to tell you properly, but you were always busy.” “We didn’t just want to spring it on you in passing.” You chimed in and Galdor nodded in agreement.

Glorfindel shook his head and walked up to the two of you with pursed lips. He stood before you and Galdor with a seemingly stern expression before breaking into joyful laughter. “Well, that is great news and now I wish I had taken some time earlier. I know ultimately you don’t need my blessing. I can’t tell my sister who she can and can’t court, but I want the two of you to know that I couldn’t be happier with her choice, and you have my full support. But know this”, He held up a hand before grabbing Galdor’s shoulder tightly, “best friend or not, if you break her heart, you will face my wrath.” Galdor nodded with a serious expression on his face. “I would expect nothing less.” Glorfindel smiled contently in return. “Good. Now that that is settled, what say the two of you we meet for dinner this evening to celebrate this joyous occasion?” “Are you sure you don’t have more work to do?” You probed him and he made a dismissive hand gesture. “It’s all right, I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” He said, making Galdor and you let out a quiet synchronised groan.

[theelvenhaven]

The Fall

Galdor x Reader

2.5k Words

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It had been pandemonium from the moment that Melkor’s servants arrived. Nost-na-Lothion’s silence had been interrupted by the chanting of orcs, the roar of dragons and the cracking of whips as balrogs approached Gondolin and breaking through it’s many gates. Tramping and toppling over them like they were nothing. 

You could do nothing but stand there with Galdor in shock with the rest of the Gondolindrim over everything that was transpiring. Both of you had hoped that each stronger gate would deter the wave that came… But it was no match as the mighty fell beasts aided in toppling it over, before flying overhead and burning down the buildings. 

It was then at the King’s behest that Galdor ready his soldiers and people, and you two were separated. Following immediately upon the rumors that Galdor had disclosed to you. That somewhere in Gondolin there was a tunnel that the Princess and her husband Prince Consort Tuor had built. Though you were only working off rumors as you ran.

Galdor had given you basic instructions and you only hoped that they were well enough to get you where you needed to go. As you ran, you only seemed to run into dead end crumbled or toppled over buildings. Buildings that used to be homes and shops, stairways had been blocked off, your adrenaline had been pumping before you had finally met up with a group of warriors and other civilians. 

Ones that seemed to know the direction that they were going in, ones that cut down orcs that rounded corners or sacrificed themselves to keep the balrogs distracted. Your group of six guards had dwindled down to two and yet the civilians seemed to keep growing as you ran. From a meager four people to well over twelve, each of you inviting and hurrying new stranded elves and mortals alike trying to hurry and help them towards the tunnel. Though the number never seemed to stay consistent.

No matter where you ran was there fire and ash, billowing up to the skies, blackening it’s perfect blue. Your ears ringing as you listened and watched as buildings would crumble and crack and fall to their ruin, rubble threatening to fall atop of you. You were lucky to save yourself when you looked up to see the massive careening piece fall from the sky and almost onto you. 

Jumping as you were simultaneously pulled out of the way by another person, you could feel the heat of fire licking at your skin. As dragons fire rained down overhead. Lashing out and roasting others alive much to your horror and that of your companions. But you all knew you couldn’t stop, if you did… you’d be like those who did… You only hoped that you were successful in your escape. 

Praying to Eru- begging and pleading to him for your safe route out of this mess. Praying and pleading that Galdor was safe and sound, what little you let your thoughts stray it was of concern of your husband. You hoped he was alive, that he was okay, and in one piece. The horrific ideas of the ways he could die had played out in your mind when you weren’t too focused on the surrounding areas. Trying to make sure you didn’t die as well.  

It was only after what felt like hours of running did you seem to finally arrive to the tunnel, losing or gaining people as you went along. Several Lords were standing guard, including your Galdor. Immediately you ran to him, as he seemed distracted caught up in the hysteria and trying to usher people, but the moment he saw you, his heart filled with relief. 

You were alive! In one piece and not a scratch on you. It was more than what Galdor could ask for as you hurriedly embraced him. His forehead immediately coming to rest against yours as you both basked for a moment in each other, knowing that you were both alive and well for now. 

“Praise Eru! I worried after the first two hours- I feared the worst.” Galdor confided to you, usually… Egalmoth would have something snarky to say. Something to rush this moment, but he didn’t understanding this might be the last time the two of you see each other. Even he didn’t have the heart to ruin or rush this moment. So he simply stepped up and forward, taking over his position. 

Tears filled your eyes, spilling over leaving a fresh trail of salty water down your soot stained cheeks, from all the smoke and fire. 

“And I praise Eru you are here and alright. Are you coming with us? Please tell me you are.” You pleaded desperately as you held onto his strong arms that were covered in padding and armor. Yet before you could answer all you could hear was the sound of approaching goblins and orcs. They had yet to see the tunnel but from the sounds of it, if they were not stopped they’d be upon you soon. 

“Go, you must go!” Galdor said pulling away from you, his usually calm demeanor was gone. The moment of relief had melted away, yet your hands didn’t release his arms and it hindered him only a little as he was reluctant to pull away from you. 

“Galdor-! Are you-”

“I’ll be right behind you, melmë! Go! Now!” Galdor urged and rushed, finally pulling away from you as a civilian grabbed hold of your tunic and began to pull you along. You hesitated to go, looking back and only watching as he disappeared around the corner, with screams of horror from other elves and humans alike. 

It was the wake up call you needed to run through the tunnel and you didn’t stop. Not with relief as you saw Lord Glorfindel or heard the sound of Lord Egalmoth’s voice, and your terror only became worse when you heard the roar of the balrog that threatened you and everyone else. All of you breaking into a harder run, while Glorfindel ran past all of you and in the direction of danger. 

You couldn’t breathe, your lungs burned from smoke and ash and running- as your legs burned with every hard step you took running. You didn’t look back as cheer erupted, and the screeching sound of the dying balrog met your ears. But it had been short lived as again cries erupted for Lord Glorfindel. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around to see his demise, you couldn’t handle anymore. The grief would be too much, the stress would finally get to you and you would fade away right then and there. Your body would just turn to ash like the rest of Gondolin while your fëa would flee to Mandos. 

You didn’t want to abandon Galdor if there was a chance he was still alive. You’d hang on with every fiber in your being to be there for when you all found safety. 

None of you stopped as you finally exited the tunnels, not even to look back on the burning and plundering mess of what was once your fair city. The sky still clouded in smokey, though stars of Varda started to glitter their way through the further you got away from its ruin. There was a mess of elves stopping, some still going, some turning back. 

Trying to find loved ones, others unable to continue on for now, others hoping to help whatever stragglers were still behind. Aiding Egalmoth in wrangling the crowd and getting you all some place safe, and you simply followed the Lord. 

Your King was gone, some Lords you could hear had fallen in Gondolin, and the words of how Maeglin was a traitor quickly spread throughout. Lowering morale and making everyone feel like giving up, now that you had lost your homes and safe haven. Though Egalmoth didn’t let it deter any of you as he encouraged or everyone to press onwards. 

Leading you for days through places you hadn’t been before, and if he was uncertain of where he was heading… He surely didn’t show it. Others branching off to Doriath… Though rumor held it had been destroyed. But that didn’t stop others from seeking it out, while whispers aroused of the Havens of Sirion and Arvernien. 

With Tuor and Idril at the Helm of leading you there. Claiming it was one of the last safe places of Beleriand… Save maybe Ossiriand. But it would take weeks of treachery to get through to there. Where as this march was only taking days. 

When you arrived you were all surprised to see so many Sinda there. Though they all welcomed you with open arms, especially as Tuor and Idril spoke with those around them… perhaps in charge or something of that nature. Others rushed to welcome you into their home, offering food and bandaging the wounded. 

While everyone felt and found their kindred spirits in those from Doriath, having heard officially of its Fall and Sacking. You could scarcely find relief, your nerves never having dwindled as your mind could finally “settle”. Settling to wander back towards Galdor. 

Wondering where he was. He said he was right behind you… You know he had a duty to Gondolin. But apart of you wish that he didn’t and that he could’ve been selfish and followed with you instead. You wished he didn’t had to have run head first into danger the way he did. 

You hoped he survived, Egalmoth had not spoken a word to you about your husband. Simply keeping to his duties, yet you couldn’t find the words to speak to Egalmoth either, because a part of you didn’t want to know if he didn’t survive. Not yet at least, not ever… But you knew you’d be met with reality sooner or later. 

While the Sinda offered you places to stay seeing as so many refugees continued to pour in from Gondolin, you stayed put firmly near the entrance of the Haven the Sinda and even- as you learned- other Noldor from Nargothrond had begun to built. 

In a meager tent, shellshocked and quiet. Not speaking to anyone, you could’ve sworn Egalmoth came and sat with you a time or two. Though he said nothing, there was no reassurance, and he didn’t want to give you false hope about anything. You stood patiently at the entrance when you saw large groups approach, busying your hands with rations of food or medical items, fresh blankets or clothes. 

Looking over every face and every person of stature, looking over every soldier that came in. Everyone in glittering mail with the crest of the House of the Tree on it. No one recognized you, naturally and you hardly recognized them. Yet none of them still uttered anything of Galdor. 

You reached over into one of the crates picking up a skin of water, and ration of lembas when your eyes fell on the ner in front of you. With familiar light eyes, brown hair that had been covered in soot, and mess from being in a helm that was long abandoned. They didn’t take the rations from your hands, they let out a cry of relief as they grabbed your wrists and pulled you into them. 

You were met with cold, dirty armor, but you felt arms wrap around your shoulders and hold you close. You froze in your place, it had all happened so fast, you hardly knew what to make of it! 

“Melmë you’re alive!” Galdor said as he rested his chin on your head, and immediately a cry left your lefts as you dropped the rations and wrapped your arms around his armored chest and body. Clutching onto him as tightly as you could. 

Relief flooded you and you felt faint, grateful he had such a strong hold on you as you felt as though your legs might give out. Your heart pounding fervently in your chest, and the tears spilled from your eyes, 

“Oh Galdor! I thought I lost you!” You sobbed out to him as you did your best to cling tightly to your husband. His arms only winding snugger around you, and you didn’t dare complain of discomfort, you’d take all the poking of his armor on your body in the world to keep having this moment with him. It was a reminder that it was real, that you weren’t imagining it, he was really here with you. 

After a moment, Galdor gently pulled away from you, though he kept you in his hold. Coming to press his forehead to yours immediately, still wanting closeness. He smelled of smoke and ash, but you didn’t care. He was here with you. 

“I told you, Y/N… I was right behind you.” Galdor said to you softly as you released your hold on his waist, coming to bring your hands to his face. Cupping his jaw and holding him close, you closed your eyes, savoring the feel of his breath tickling your face, the warmth of his skin against yours. 

You didn’t care what sooth or blood got on you and your clothes, you were just happy to finally have him in your arms. Galdor sighed out in relief, his heart finally beating steadily instead of pounding with worry. His fears eased knowing that you were here the whole time and safe and sound. 

“Yes… You certainly were, my love… Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need to see a Healer?” You asked as your thumbs gently stroked his face, rubbing away grime and dirt. Galdor only pulled you closer into him, and he began to shake his head, before turning it to kiss the inside of your palm. 

“No, no I am uninjured. I could use a bath though.” He said with a half hearted sigh or maybe even a chuckle if that was what you wanted to call it. You nodded at his words, 

“We can get you one, hopefully a hot one you deserve it! I am just so happy you’re alive!” You said eagerly with glee before you released his face and wrapped your arms around his neck. Galdor willingly went with motions and buried his face into your shoulder, taking slow and steady deep breaths, breathing in the unfamiliar scent of plain soap- opposed to your usual scented oils and soaps. But it was undeniably you and not some fever dream. 

“As am I, Y/N.” Galdor said softly, and there was a note of exhaustion finally hitting his voice. Finally he could be tired and unwind from the chaos. There was still much to be done… But for now he could breathe. 

“Come let us find you a place to bathe and to lay your head down, my love.” You said softly to him, gently pulling away. Galdor raised his head, but put his arm around your shoulder. The two of you walking away and finally heading off to some place to rest. Grateful to be reunited after the Fall. 

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[doodle-pops]

Lords of Gondolin | With A Musician Reader

Request: hi mina how have you been? i hope you’re doing ok c: i was wondering if you’d write a scenario about human!reader showing off her greatest musical creation to the elves? it’s a piano they’ve spent a decade workshopping & building to perfection. readers also made middle earth versions of the upright bass, acoustic guitar, & cello. they plan on making more instruments cause it’s their passion and how they want to be remembered by. for the lords of gondolin - @dicksoutformtl

A/N: I’m doing just fine! It was fun writing this request know that all of them would be impressed at reader’s craftsmanship. Enjoy!

.𑁍༊˚ Galdor

Galdor is thoroughly impressed by your craftsmanship in creating new and improved versions of some of the instruments they already have while crafting newly discovered pieces as well.

He would have known you were into the musical arts, hence why you were always playing or composing a new piece every few weeks. However, what he had never suspected was a entire batch of new instruments being presented to him.

He is enthralled and eager. While some instruments may not be a favourite to his ear due to the sounds they emit, you can bet he’s informing you of some upcoming festival where you can show off your creative talents.

Galdor is a proud elf Lord who would happily talk about what you’ve created to the others and recommend you to the King to play your pieces at balls. He wants everyone to be aware that you’ve made inventions and they’re groundbreaking.

There are moments when he’d sit around and listen as you explain to him how you created each piece and the inspiration behind them or watch as you play songs on them.

It touches him when he becomes aware of the purpose of your collection of paper in the corner of your room. They were all songs written to be played on these instruments about how much you like or care about him. He’s touched and appreciative.

.𑁍༊˚ Ecthelion

The musical master is too stunned to speak as he enters your humble abode and notices all the new “classical” instruments lying about. Ecthelion’s curiosity gets the better of him and he can’t help but strum the strings of the bass and cello, or press the keys on the piano and gasp at the new pitch echoing.

He becomes aware that these are not instruments that exist in Middle Earth and bombard you with a million questions. “How did you make this?” “Where did your idea come from?” “What inspired you?” “Who are you really?”

Ecthelion probably assumes that you’re not normal to come up with all these instruments since the Valar would have created their instruments for them…so are you a Maiar or Valar in disguise?

You will be followed around until you answer all of his questions with responses that tickle his brain the right way. And be prepared for him to request if you two can now play duets at festivals and balls. He wants you to be the musician couple.

Ecthelion will show you off, more than Galdor and some of the others because he’s proud and wants everyone to know how talented you are. He doesn’t care if the other Lords comments that you’re more talented than him, he would simply acknowledge and say, “Yes!”

And not to forget, he’s making sure that your name gets recorded in the history books as an important figure in music. He’s even more proud when he realises that you’ve outdone musical protégé like Maglor and Daeron.

.𑁍༊˚ Glorfindel

There is not a person without a ten-mile radius who hasn’t been alerted by him of your musical genius abilities. Even Lord Elrond would be shaken aggressively as he is being told about your creation. “Y/N has reinvented the world of music! There is no one as great as them!”

Goodbye Lindir or Ecthelion, hello to Y/N, the new musical protégé of Gondolin or Imladris. Get used to being announced at dinners or balls to play your newest pieces and having Glorfindel looking like a proud dad (if he had a camera, his look would be completed).

Anytime you’re making a trip to your music room, don’t go without Glorfindel or else he’ll barge in all grumpy, complaining that you forgot him. He wants to be present at each new masterpiece you’re making, whether it be a new instrument or song. He likes watching the look of concentration as you play each piece to conclude which suits the song best.

Be noted that he’s curious, so he is bound to touch the piano or cello and gasp as the notes ring out. I can see him being drawn towards the guitar and requesting that you teach him. I don’t know, but Glorfindel playing the guitar suits him (idk if it’s just me).

Cue Glorfindel wanting to join you whenever you’re playing and the guitar can be included. He’ll happily sit beside you and strum away lightly while you play the piano or violin.

Like Ecthelion, be prepared to be announced/talked about by Glorfindel any chance he gets. He’s not rubbing it in anyone’s face, simply expressing how proud he is of his little human creating instruments that “change everything”.

.𑁍༊˚ Egalmoth

Most proud of them all, however, he’s torn between wanting the world to learn about your skills and also keeping them hidden so he alone can know this secret and cherish it.

A bit stingy sharing your talents with the rest of the world because they should be for him to enjoy and praise. He does complain when people don’t praise you enough and encourages them to be louder.

I don’t see anyone surpassing him in terms of being the biggest cheerleader. This elf considers himself blessed to be around such a gifted person (you’re more gifted than his friends in his eyes). You’re a miracle worker creating new instruments unheard of or reinventing old ones.

He wants to learn about your pieces even though he doesn’t know about music deeply, he would to be told everything. Don’t worry if it sounds all foreign to him, he’s understanding.

Egalmoth would inquire if you would like more materials to make more instruments because he understands that it’s your passion. He would even ask if you would like to open up a school to teach others.

Like the others, he would request that you play at dinners when the Lords come over or if the King is hosting a dinner party. Might get annoyed if someone wants to collaborate with you because you sound great on your own.

.𑁍༊˚ Rog

This craftsman is enthralled, amazed, excited, and proud of your creation. You made these instruments all on your own! Rog cannot cease talking about how you designed and crafted all the instruments by yourself. This is one of the rare moments when he's talkative nonstop.

You’ve got one of the great blacksmiths hooked on your inventions and wants to know the process you took to create each piece. He’ll be teary if you mention that you used some of his instructions during his days of teaching you basic material crafting.

Learning more and more that everything was done on your own and you spent years making each puts a type of ride in his heart that’s unshakable. If you show him how each piece is played, Rog finds himself whipped and ready to boast.

It’s strange seeing the quiet blacksmith boasting and talkative, and it’s for good reasons, you. All the Lords know, the citizens know and the King as well. Very soon, you’ll be having a hearing with the King who was intrigued by your new inventions courtesy of Rog cheerful chattering.

Rog doesn’t mind whether you choose to play privately or publicly, the choice is yours and he’s pleased with either decision. He wants you to be comfortable, but he would ask if you could play him a piece so he could experience the beauty of your creations.

.𑁍༊˚ Maeglin

Curiosity caught his attention for a great purpose and it led him to discover new things worthwhile. Maeglin is enamoured and his curiosity is piqued tenfold. Questions rattle off the top of his head about all that he’s seeing and how did you manage to think about creating these pieces.

You’ll be seen as someone highly skilled and great in his eyes because you’re out here reinventing the world of music, something the elves are passionately known for.

“Can I come to watch?” “Can I sit and listen?” “Will you play for others to see what you’ve made?” He will stand in the doorway as you play your pieces and write songs suited best for each with a sense of pride in his chest. You’re a part of his House and creating all these great inventions to make a name for yourself. How could he not be pleased?

Definitely another one who would recommend you to the King to present your showstopping performances during balls. Whether you play with the orchestra or sole, Maeglin is supportive.

You’re Maeglin little songbird who he wakes up to playing your piano or guitar on the balcony or in the drawing room. You provide him with melodies that allow him to melt in and drive his tension away.

Masterlist

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[lovefairymina]

Egalmoth, it's not fair! How is it that your chest is bigger than mine?

Humoured at your protest, he turned and looked down at his chest while lifting each peck, fuelling his mocking. “You mean theses which you terribly lack in such an insurmountable volume? Jealous that much?!” He laughed.

[eunoiaastralwings]

I just really want a fic or something with the elves of gondolin or Riverdale reacting to a reader that's from modern earth??) Lol suddenly out of no where speaking Spanish , either they got mad , frustrated , or just had a brain fart and forgot English for a minute

earlier reply to this - here

i see none of them getting mad or annoyed with you — elves love learning — knowledge is the greatest power. Please kindly note — some of my interpretations could be wrong as some of them could have mixed reactions 😅

Frustrated? — yes perhaps cautious, because they want to understand you and your culture, know if you're a threat or not — your ways of speech confuses them again and again— they realy just want to know what you are trying to day! sometimes they're holding themselves back from losing their patience — but they try to be soft with you at the same time.

Maeglin, Ecthelion, Turgon, Rog (maybe slightly annoyed)

The ones that will get tongue-tied altogether — because it is a language the have never heard of. Stutter, a little — scratch their head — looking over you like what in the word is this cute little thing? They might joke that your are saying something gibberish, not believing it's an actual language — even try to repeat after you with fail — it would be very funny — accidentally even say something stupid or offending.

Egalmoth, Glorfindel, — am going to sneak in Aredhel here.

The ones who would have the most patience with you — trying to decipher what you are saying and help you out with little drawings for understanding. They would create no fuss and work their time with you. Would be sweet and gentle — waiting for you.

Galdor, Duilin, Turgon, Penlod.

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Favorite elf + Reader have a date at a frozen lake and the reader is in a silly goofy mood and is slipping and sliding everywere and the elf catches them.

Anon why do you have to make me pick a favorite elf boy so Instead i pick top six which would work well with this and add the Valar I write for, because who doesn't want to be caught by them.

Taglist: @eunoiaastralwings | @aetherofthepen

Valar Tag: @edensrose

Finrod:

"Are you sure this is safe" The King Questioned as you stood on the frozen lake

"Not 100% sure but 20% sure it holds the weight I doubt it will break and we will catch each other if we slip" you said

"You pulled me out of Nargothrond for this" Finrod said as he took your hand and stepped onto the ice

"Yeah so" you questioned him

"It's so stupid and I love it" Finrod said

"You fell in a fountain for me of course you love it" you said getting further away from him you took a run up a very slippary run up and skidded the rest of the way to the middle of the pound maybe sliding on ice was better with knifes on your feet you though as you slipped around trying to stabilize yourself only to be caught in the chest of Finrod

"Thanks" You said as you feet slid away from you and Finrod set you down gently on the ice you span around to face him and ended going to far the rest of the day was full of him falling on the ice or you falling into him.

Maeglin:

"Are you sure I can impress Idril with this" Maeglin said crossing his arms

"Yeah totally" you said as if it wasn't a total ploy for you to slip into him and 'accidentally' kiss him as much as you hated to admit it to the Lord of the Golden Flower and the lord of the Heavenly Arch you had fallen for the Dark elf's son.

Given the cold weather the lake had frozen over, you managed to tempt him out of his hole given you happened to befriend him which shocked all the Lords of Gondolin and the King, it was actually quite easy.

You almost slipped when you stepped onto the ice but you caught Maeglin's hand which he reached out for you "Be careful idiot" The dark haired elf grumbled you helped him onto it, he managed to walk pretty normally on it compared to you

"Stop sliding around you'll fall and hurt yourself" Maeglin said only for you to slid into him toppling you both over and you ended up kissing him you both heard a squeal from the edge of the ice and laughing.

"This is not what it looks like Idril" Maeglin said as he pushed you off him

"But you are so cute together I am glad you finally found someone and gave up on me you are unaware of how long Y/n has been hiding their feelings for you I am glad you both finally found eachother" Idril said

"If you would have me can we" You questioned

"Fine" Maeglin said finally giving up on Idril you grinned and kissed him again

Glorfindel:

"Come on" you said pulling Glorfindel with you

"Wait for a second I wish to be warm" Glorfindel said

"You will be warm you will be moving around you don't need that many layers don't over do it, don't blame me if they make the ice crack beneath you and you fall in" you said as you dragged Glorfindel down to the lake

"What if I tie blades onto my shoes" Glorfindel said

"Please don't be that stupid, I love you but that is way to stupid" you said as you got onto the ice, Glorfindel happened to join you in your antics but when he caught you in return you missed catching him back making him land on his ass you both stayed awefully still as a concerning crack formed before the ice below Glorfindel started tipping and dumped the blond into the water you managed to get away with nothing but one of your legs falling in once when running away from the cracks Glorfindel pulled himself out making you laugh

"You looked like a soaked rat" You laughed

"Come give me a hug Meleth" Glorfindel said

"OH HELL NO" you said running the blonde chased after you

"ELROND HELP ME I WILL NEVER INSULT YOU AND YOUR HALF ELVEN HERITAGE OR ADOPTED PARENTS AGAIN" you yelled as you ran into the house

"ERESTOR, ELLADAN, ELROHIR, GILDOR ANYONE HELP ME FROM THIS DROWNED RAT" You yelled

"It's your own fault, deal with your consequences" Erestor said ignoring you the blonde did managed to capture you in a hug but you got a warm bath with him out of it so it didn't end badly

Erestor:

You grinned as you tempted the advisor onto the ice "This isn't very safe" Erestor muttered under his breath

"Oh come on you promised to take me to the frozen lake" You said

"I was unaware you ment to get on it for entertainment" Erestor grumbled as he came to you you grabbed his arm and pulled him to you

"But you love me so you don't care" you said as you watched fear flash across his face as he slid towards you

"yes but this is dangerous, the ice could crack and we could fall in, one of us can gain a concussion" Erestor said you kissed him to shut him up

"Shhh, just stop thinking and have some fun, relax a bit" You said as you skid away Erestor followed you cautiously and slowly you skid around him before slipped right into him.

"As I said this is dangerous lets get off the ice" Erestor said as he lead you of the ice before he slipped he let go of your had and slid into a pile of snow at the edge of the lake you held in a laugh as he poked his head out and shook the snow off him

"Can we just get back to house now please" Erestor grumbled

"Sure" you said before joining him in the snow

Elrond:

Elrond watched out of his window as you slipped and sided up and down the pound every so often coming dangerously close to injury the Lord decided to join you by the pound side to make sure if you do get injured he was there to help you.

You didn't need to slip anywhere sure ice was slippery but you could easily walk across it fine "Elrond hey" you said as you slid passed him

"What brings you here" You questioned

"You" Elrond said catching you from having your face colid with the ice

"Play times over Meleth time to go inside and warm up you are not fully elven and your mortal traits outweigh your elvish ones I do not wish for you to gain a cold" Elrond said

"My only elvish trait is immortality" You said

"Exactly my point you get get sick if you are out in the cold to long"

"Fine" You said allowing Elrond to Bring you Inside

Manwë:

When you first came to Manwë with the idea of 'playing' on the ice he was fully against it he was still fully against it but you had taken his no and ignored it somehow making it a yes he would join you he had almost slipped a few times but his wings saved him.

"You are going to hurt yourself, do not come crying to me when you inevitably do" Manwë said as you slid passed him

"You got to admit this is fun" You said back to the Valar

"Sure if you want to say it is" Manwë said as you collided into him making him lose his balanced his wings manically flapped so neither of you fell down onto the ice which somehow worked you glanced up to the king who was giving you an I told you so face.

"Don't say it" you said looking down in shame

"How about we get back and cuddle if you wish" Manwë said making you grin and agree

Irmo:

"So you are saying I am your third choice" Irmo said

"Hey it would of been funny if the other two agreed that's the only reason why you are third my love" you said

"Fair I am still offended you didn't think I would also like to see Manwë and Namo slip on ice" Irmo said you laughed

"I would of come and got you" You said

"So now i am the subject of your prank" Irmo said

"No don't twist my words" you said funnily enough you never slipped on the ice with Irmo because he made an illusion of it as he though the real thing was far to harmful and knowing your clumsy self you would fall

Mandos:

"No" Mandos said

"Come on why not" You questioned

"I have elves to watch I can't take a break from them" Namo said pointing to the Fëanorian's

"Plus it's dangerous you will just hurt yourself" Namo said

"Fine" You pouted but set yourself in his lap

"You can't move until you say yes so if they do anything to bad you have to say yes to me" You said

"You are not going to make me say yes with Black mail" Namo said

"uh huh sure" You said.

Namo frowned at how he got here he had pushed your black mail to the side of his mind and got caught of guard, you attempted to spin but ended up knocking into Mandos

"So you can't leave my arms for long it seems" Namo teased you which made you frown

"Oh shut up" You groaned as he carried you off the ice

"Hey go back right now" You said

"No I can't leave the Children or you unsupervised" Namo said

"Did you just call me a child" You questioned

"You are child sized" Namo said it was true you were the height of his 'problem children' elves

"Your so mean" You groaned lightly punching his chest

"Sure I am" Namo responded with

[awkwardkindatries]

https://at.tumblr.com/icarus-fell-in-spring/third-times-the-charm-ecthelion-x-reader/z9ra15do5sol the fic with ecthelion and egalmoth if you haven‘t found it yet 👀

many thanks

[animatorweirdo]

Gondolin elves as horses

(Here it is! Galdor was a bit difficult to make, so he part might be short. I tried to give every elf horse a personality and a unique quirk, so I hope you’re satisfied with them)

requested by @a-contemplation-upon-flowers​

Warnings; mentions of abuse and Melkor being a bit of a dick. 

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-You have been looking for work for quite some time now. 

-Bills were stacking up, and you got fired from your last job, so you were having a pretty rough time. 

-Until your friend called and told you they found a job for you. 

-One of their uncles needed a caregiver for a batch of horses at his stable. 

-You considered the offer but doubted your decision because you didn't have much experience with horses. You had ridden a pony once when you were a child, but that hardly counts. 

-But since you were desperate for money, you accepted the offer. 

-Your friend helped you pack up and took you to the stable you will be working. 

-The stable of Gondolin hills. It was one of the famous horse stables, and many famous horses lived there. 

-The scenery was amazing. There were mountains, forests, and rivers. You even saw a couple of eagles flying around. 

-Your friend gave you some tips on how to care for horses and filled you in on what you will be doing at your new workplace. Your friend looked after seven problematic horses, so they had a lot of experience. 

-It sounded insane, and you mentally prepared yourself for the worst. You're not sure you can handle horses who are mean as hell and buckle you off without warning.  

-When you two finally got there, the owner of the stable and your friend's uncle, Ulmo, welcomed you and showed you around. 

-The horses were gorgeous and majestic. You have never seen such creatures like them in your life. 

-Ulmo explained you're going to look after five horses. The owners were either on vacation or too busy with work. You're going to look after them in the meantime. 

-The pay will be good, and you can move into the nearby cottage, so you don't have to worry about travel expenses like paying for a taxi or using a bus. 

-The horses were called Glorfindel, Ecthelion, Rog, Egalmoth, and Galdor. They're very well-behaved horses, so you don't need to fear them. 

-You felt a bit more confident. The job didn't sound too bad, and the horses are good.

-You can handle this job. 

-After settling down and knowing your daily schedule. You began your job. 

Glorfindel

-A beautiful yellowish cream-colored stallion with a mane of gold. 

-He was very friendly when you two first met. His personality is a mix of a charming and adorable golden retriever, so you two managed to hit it off pretty well. 

-He's a jumper and a dressage horse. He has won many prizes and was beautiful as the golden flower. 

-He's sometimes patient enough to do dressage since he has the beauty for it, but he uses his energy for jumping. 

-He was the first one you rode, and he was patient and gentle that you didn't feel nervous while on his back. 

-You loved the experience. 

-He sometimes gets carried away because he enjoys galloping through the woods, and you get nervous. He does slow down when he senses your distress. 

-He's very intelligent for a horse. 

-He also enjoys seeing you smile, so he sometimes does things to make you laugh. 

-Watching him play with a ball is one of the enjoyable things you'll see because he's very adorable. 

-Kinda like an oversized puppy. 

-Glorfindel has an odd love for the yellow flowers. You have seen him rolling around on them many times, which is cute, and he ends up smelling like them. 

-One downside is that he sometimes gets dirty, and you have to wash him. 

-Glorfindel is pretty close with the black horse, Ecthelion, and the two hang out pretty often in the dens. 

-They look cute, and that's how you managed to introduce yourself to Ecthelion. 

+100/10. You adore Glorfindel, and you're almost jealous of his owner. He was well behaved, charming, and adorable. He's like a giant golden retriever.

Ecthelion

-A majestic black stallion with a  mane that almost glows in a deep shade of blue when you look at it from a single angle. 

-He's very cool-headed and polite with you. He's almost like Glorfindel but less energetic and puppy-like. He's more like a friendly swan. 

-He was a dressage horse and loved classical music. 

-He enjoys classical and harp music. He's also okay with pop music, but when it comes to rock, that's when he crosses the line. 

-He doesn't enjoy it at all. 

-He and Glorfindel are very close. You're pretty sure Glorfindel only does dressage so he can compete together with Ecthelion. 

-He's easy to ride. You don't feel nervous, and you actually feel relaxed how smooth and balanced his moves are. 

-He's your second favorite horse to ride. 

-Ecthelion has a peculiar love for the fountain, which is located in the front yard of the stable. 

-He sometimes just hangs around it and watches birds taking a bath in the water. 

-He has a peculiar love for the water too, which was surprising to you. 

-You took him for a horse who didn't like getting dirt on his coat or getting himself wet. He enjoys the coolness the water brings, especially during the summer heat. 

-He doesn't even mind if it's dirty river water too.

-He would play with it then take a dip, which ended up you falling from his back into the water. 

-You got soaked too, but it was pretty adorable to watch, so you had no hard feelings over the incident. 

-Ecthelion and Glorfindel are a peculiar duo. Glorfindel is the energetic one, while Ecthelion is the cool-headed one. You adore them both with no limits. 

100/10. Ecthelion is a friendly horse. He's a bit picky about the music, but you didn't mind. He's a majestic but also a water-loving puppy. 

Rog

-Big was the first thought you had when you first saw him. 

-His coat was dark reddish. He was majestic and maybe the biggest horse you have ever seen. One confusing thing about him was his faint scars until Ulmo told you the backstory behind them. 

-Before Rog came to Gondolin hills, he lived in Melkor's riding school, where he was overworked and abused. You didn't know a lot about Melkor, except he's the creep that sometimes came to visit. 

-Rog's owner wasn't bad and tried to leave but was trapped in a ridiculous debt. Melkor sometimes does that to horse owners, so they won't be able to leave his stable. He taxes them for meaningless things, and they need to pay a ridiculous amount of money, or he will have the law used against them. He will have their horses if they are not able to do so. 

-Rog's owner couldn't pay the debt, and the only solution to save Rog from Melkor's clutches was to sell him away to Ulmo, who agreed to buy him. 

-The plan worked, and Rog's owner was able to pay off the debt by doing side work which took a long time. Melkor wasn't able to get his hands on Rog because Ulmo had the ownership, and that was the end of it. 

-Ulmo was still technically Rog's owner. Rog's original owner didn't want to take him back yet because they still needed to pay off some debts, so they worked most of the time. 

-You met them a couple of times, and they're pretty nice. They're happy you're willing to look after Rog. You were not complaining because Rog was a sweetheart. 

-Rog was a friendly giant. He was also very gentle with you because he once accidentally sent his owner to the hospital because he stepped on their foot. 

-He's very well behaved, but cleaning and washing him was a challenge with his size. You have to stand on a stool so you can reach his back. 

-Rog was a carriage horse, so he was often used to pull carriages on tourist tours. 

-His owner didn't ride him often, but when you had permission. It was the scary and exciting same time. Everything looked small when you sat on his back. 

-Rog enjoys going on forest trips with Glorfindel and Ecthelion. Galloping was easy for him when he didn't need to pull the carriage. 

-He refrains from neighing, so he's pretty silent most of the time. You wondered why until one day, he let out a very loud neigh which almost sounded like a roar. You panicked and thought there was a mountain lion but then realized it was just Rog. 

-He would feel guilty for scaring you, but you assure him it was all right.

-People are a bit intimidated by his size, so they don't dare to ride him. However, the children loved him. 

-They like taking rides when he pulls the carriage and even wants to ride him. 

-Rog has incredible patience, so it was okay if two or three children rode on his back while you walked him. 

-It's adorable and makes your heart melt, making you glad that you took this job. 

-You also made a mental note to throw a bucket full of horse shit at Melkor if he ever dared to go near Rog again. 

9/10. Rog is a gentle giant, and you adore him. It's a bit troublesome when you try to clean him because's he's so big, and sometimes you get pulled along when walking him around. You still like him, though. 

Egalmoth

-He's a beautiful silver dabble like a horse. His coat is bright grey with some white patterns, and his mane is in a color of silver. 

-He is a majestic stallion, but he sure is one cocky bastard. 

-He likes to tease you a lot. He sometimes does things just to piss you off, like pushing you, slapping you with his tail then laughing like a gremlin.   

-They weren't malicious, just straight up annoying. It was like Egalmoth was testing how much it would take you to lose your composure, and you have almost lost it several times. 

-He was a jumper and one of the best ones. He had won many competitions, which won him money, and that's why he has the most extravagant things in the stable. 

-His gears are expensive and shiny, his brushes are new and soft, and he only eats quality food. 

-You never have trouble finding his stuff. All you need to do is see if the thing is shiny, then you know it's Egalmoth's.

-You have ridden him many times, which is not your favorite time. The little shit thinks it's funny to make sudden moves and almost have you fall from his back. 

-You were a newbie, so your reactions were much more expressive. You hated when he did that, and the little shit knew it. He found enjoyment in your anger. 

-He sometimes acts like he doesn't like you or need you, but when you don't pay him attention for a long time, his mood will change, and he will come looking for you. 

-He's one whiny baby when he does that. 

-He once even grabbed onto your shirt with his mouth and pulled you back. So you would pay attention to him. 

-His owner was losing interest in riding and didn't often come to visit, so he was pretty lonely. 

-You pay attention to him, so he actually likes you a lot. 

-You would feel bad, then spend some extra time with him. 

8/10. Egalmoth is sweet when he stops being an annoying little shit. Cocky bastard, you don't like riding him much because he still buckles and jumps just to scare you shitless. It's pretty funny when he turns into a whiny baby. 

Galdor

-Galdor is a dark brown stallion with a forehead marking that was leaf-shaped. It's like Galdor has a little leaf on his forehead. 

-He's sweet and gentle. He was pretty shy when you first met, but he quickly warmed up to you. 

-He didn't misbehave, but he was easily startled by things. 

-You have once or twice fallen from his back. 

-He was a cross country jumper and one of the fastest horses in the stable. 

-He often hangs out with Egalmoth, and the two look cute when they hang out in the den. 

-Galdor has a peculiar love for this one tree in the den. 

-He takes naps under it and sometimes rubs himself against the tree to get good scratches. 

-He gets sulky if he doesn't get in the same den the tree is, so you always bring him to the same place.

-Another peculiar thing about him was that he liked eating tree leaves. It was strange at first, but it didn't cause him health issues, so you didn't question it. 

-It was just his peculiar quirk. 

9/10. Galdor is another sweetheart, but he gets easily scared. He's the least troublesome horse you ever met, so you like taking care of him. 

(I was going to add Maeglin but then I had a sad backstory in mind and It would have complicated things, so I didn’t add him in the end. Well, I hope you enjoyed)

[etherealmoonbow]

Note: Fluff = 💖 Angst = 🖤 Holiday = 🎄 Happy vibes =😁

Comfort =💕 Other=❣️My favorite =⭐️

~Glorfindel

Headcanons

-Being Glorfindel’s daughter 💖😁

-Being Lady of the House the Golden Flower 💖😁

~Ecthelion

Headcanons

-Mutual pinning and flirting with Ecthelion 💖😁

~Gondolin “In general”

Headcanons

-Gondolin elves comforting S/O during their period ❣️💖