#fingon headcanon

[doodle-pops]

House of Fingolfin | Being In An Arranged Marriage With Them

A/N: This takes place in Valinor, in a no–darkening verse and arranged marriages are common traditions among the elves. By now, I'm considering this an AU within the Silm verse with all the ideas that’s been swimming in my mind after writing each headcanon (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Warnings: feelings of neglect and loneliness, resentment, disputes, there is some comfort, angst because it's an arranged marriage

Arranged Marriage AU: Arafinweans ver.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Fingolfin

Fingolfin strongly resents being told what to do. However, if complying benefits his family and upholds his royal status as an exemplar for princes, he will reluctantly follow through. In this context, he would have no significant objections to an arranged marriage.

He genuinely believes in his father’s good intentions and considers his mother’s agreement as final. Fingolfin would attentively attend the meeting, listening to the criteria and rationale for the arrangement while occasionally glancing at your disheartened expression.

Initially, he might struggle to comprehend why you don’t view the situation as a win–win, given that you’re marrying a prince and about to enjoy a luxurious lifestyle. The notion of being forced into this or having a lover only dawns on Fingolfin when his younger brother or a friend brings it up.

He’s determined to make the relationship work and hopes you won’t be confrontational or resist connecting with each other. Your reluctance to make things work is a source of frustration for him, but his pride prevents him from complaining to others.

But it is important to keep in mind that as much as he’s fighting you to make this work, he is respectful of your boundaries and personal space.

“I may have been slow to realise your reservations about the arrangement, but may I ask that you at least attempt not to distance yourself when all I want is for this to go smoothly? Yes, we will be married soon, but I’m not suggesting a romantic involvement, just a basic level of cooperation to ease the tension, please.”

He’s eager to make the arrangement a success because he sees it as essential for his role as a prince and a way to outshine his older brother. In Fingolfin’s perspective, this is a competition, albeit unfortunate for you.

You must assert that for this relationship to work, it shouldn’t be a platform for competition or jealousy, but rather something mutually beneficial and meaningful. You seek a partner you can rely on and trust, while he desires a confidant.

Despite the challenges, you enjoy a royal lifestyle with extravagant parties, balls, and dinners, access to the finest materials and food, a luxurious house designed to your liking, and any other desired indulgence. Fingolfin explicitly mentions that the house was created with your preferences in mind in hopes of ensuring some form of comfort is achieved.

An added benefit of the relationship is Fingolfin’s trust in your abilities as a mediator and leader. As a means to enhance communication, he gradually opens up and seeks your advice in the hopes of strengthening the arrangement.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Fingon

Initially, when the news was broken to him, Fingon found it all rather amusing. He doubled over and laughed in his father’s face, thinking it was some kind of joke. It took a while for the seriousness of the situation to sink in, and he soon realised that this was no laughing matter. Fingon is a free–spirited individual who believes in choosing when to marry, not never for political reasons, as was the case in this instance.

When you’re in the room, Fingon prefers to keep his anger in check and maintain a pleasant demeanour, as he doesn’t want to frighten you. He’s well aware that you had no say in this decision, and his father is the only one he has an issue with.

The sorrowful look on his face when he meets your eyes is heart–wrenching, as both of you are victims of politics. Despite the circumstances, he does his best to shield you from the harsh reality and maintain the illusion of a simple friendship.

Among all his siblings and his father, Fingon is undoubtedly the most agreeable elf to be married to. Despite his inner turmoil and his father’s constant pressure to make the relationship work, he remains cheerful and amiable in your company, ensuring your comfort throughout the entire engagement.

However, in the early days of the marriage, he was the complete opposite of his usual self, largely due to your reserved nature. He was distant and mostly silent as he grappled with controlling his temper, trying to figure out how to make the relationship work.

If he’s going to be your husband against his will, he’s determined to be the best one you could hope for. Do you require your space? You got it. Do you not wish to see or speak to him? He’ll respect it. Do you want him to stop pretending that everything’s perfect? You’ll get that as well, although it may not be what you expect.

“You might be expecting me to shout, scream, or completely ignore you. I couldn’t bring myself to do any of that, though, as it’s not how my mother raised me to behave when I’m dissatisfied... I understand that you see through the façade I put up; it’s mostly to get my father off my back. But it’s not an act when I’m around you.”

Count on Fingon to make your forced marriage bearable and tolerable. He alleviates the typical anxiety associated with arranged marriages by filling it with unconditional love, support, appreciation, and trust. He never lets the burden fall on you and always stands by your side, ready to defend you.

One thing he won’t tolerate is anyone belittling your role as his spouse, whether it’s from your family or his. He respects your choices and ensures that you’re comfortable before engaging in anything personal.

Fingon never rushes you into anything uncomfortable and allows you to make decisions, trusting your judgment and revealing his vulnerability. He sees this as a hopeful approach to overcoming the arranged marriage label that hangs over your heads.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Turgon

Even if it were his father delivering the news that an arranged marriage was necessary to uphold the family name, Turgon was on the verge of overturning a table and vanishing before his father could reveal your name. However, Turgon knew he wouldn’t get far before being compelled to return home and address the situation.

It was the gloomiest atmosphere in recent memory when he was in the room, glaring at your presence as you entered with your family. The whole ordeal made him feel nauseous, especially when he observed how supportive his mother was in the matter.

Turgon didn’t speak or acknowledge your existence. If you were residing in your preexisting home, you both slept in separate quarters. He even made an effort to become familiar with your schedule to ensure you didn’t cross paths because he wanted to avoid giving the impression of any interest in making things work.

It felt like living alone with a brooding spectre who constantly muttered under his breath as though he was casting a spell. He was quick to anger and often directed his frustration at everyone around him, not just his and your parents. Congratulations, you were arranged to someone who unjustly blamed you.

Like his cousins, you had to assert yourself and demand respect, forcing your voice above his constant grumbling.

“Listen, I’ll make this clear just once, so don’t make me repeat myself. Stop blaming me and direct your frustrations at my parents and yours. We’re in this together whether we like it or not—so accept it and put an end to the complaining, just like I did. We’re going to make this work—we don’t have to share a bed or be best friends, but we should find common ground and understanding. I won’t accept ‘no’ as an answer, as it’s proven to be pointless, so stop whining and work with me!”

You earned his respect because no one had the audacity to confront him like that without fearing his explosive anger. From that day on, there was a subtle change in the household routine, like not avoiding your schedules and sharing the same space (excluding the bedroom).

Any attempts at conversation were initiated by you, and you had to strain your ears to catch his mumbled responses. When it came to public appearances, he was as stiff as a board and communicated sparingly.

However, it was his instinct to defend you and his family if anyone made disrespectful comments about your situation. That was something for him and you to contemplate, not for others to meddle in, so someone would be put in their place. That night, you saw the most emotion from him apart from his temper.

An incident like that brought you both a step closer to displaying your emotions and feelings, particularly your protectiveness toward him. As simple as it may seem, he wanted to know about your day and if anyone insulted you when you were out. It was a step in the growth of your relationship.

☆ . ࣪ ˖ ࿐ Argon

Argon is fucking bewildered and struggling to comprehend the situation because he’s still a young individual being informed of an arranged marriage he never wanted. He responds with profanity and loud protests until his father intervenes to calm him down.

He despises every moment of it, particularly when he recalls how his cousins and brothers were subjected to the same process. He can’t believe he’s in the same situation despite his strong desire to find love on his own. Even if you were present in the room, his anger blinds him to your concern.

For days to weeks, you two may not exchange words, with occasional glances and stares being the only form of communication. Even after the marriage, he only engages in minimal conversation, ensuring your well–being and comfort in the shared space, though his tone is often filled with bitterness.

Initially, your marriage feels like cohabitating with a mere housemate, as your interactions are limited to household chores. Meaningful conversations based on your interests are virtually non–existent. It would take significant time and effort before either of you musters the courage to address the awkward silence in the house, ideally during breakfast.

“May I speak? No, it’s not about breakfast; it’s about us. We’ve been living like roommates for months, hardly even acquaintances. All we do together is eat and do chores. I know you’re still upset about this arrangement—so am I—but I’d appreciate it if we could replace this white noise with something resembling friendship. We’re already living together, so we’re past the stage of being strangers.”

Argon is genuinely sorry to discover that you desire more meaningful interactions rather than distance, which he had assumed. Your first breakthrough occurs when you jest about his misinterpretation of your gestures, breaking the awkward silence with a touch of Argon’s playful nature.

Following in the footsteps of his eldest brother, he emulates his gestures in the hopes of fostering a deeper connection. Although his emotions make him eager and impulsive, he doesn’t want you to bear the blame for his dissatisfaction.

Eventually, a level of vulnerability emerges in your discussions, allowing both of you to overcome this significant turning point in your lives. More joy and laughter infuse the household as you both express your opinions, views on the situation, and expectations for the future. Given his youth and the wealth of advice he’s received on arranged marriages, he engages in meaningful conversations to ensure you share the same expectations.

He has no intention of subjecting you to the mistreatment that others might inflict on their spouses, placing trust in you and expecting the same in return. For the majority of your marriage, despite lingering awkwardness, you manage to build a friendship with someone who is open and respectful.

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[animatorweirdo]

Imagine being like Newt Scamander and showing your creatures to the elves.

(I had to do some research to get the names right, and I only managed to come with this three so no fourth one unfortunately, I hope you like it)

Requested by @a-contemplation-upon-flowers​

Warnings: None really, some wizardry and elven stuff and mystical creatures. 

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Maglor

-He thought you were odd upon your first meeting. The bag you carried was oddly shaped, and he wasn’t sure what you would carry in there. 

-You called it a briefcase and a special kind too. Maglor was curious, but you did not elaborate further on what was inside – saying it’s a secret. 

-You were strange, the way you spoke and dressed was nothing he had ever seen, and he was curious about what was inside your briefcase, so he decided to befriend you. 

-You turned out to be a kind-hearted person despite your odd habits. He felt ashamed for thinking lowly of you. 

-You told him you had a task and wrote a book on how to live beside mysterious creatures and even care for them. 

-And that you were a sorcerer of a kind. 

-Maglor found the subject of your book peculiar, and he had seen you do magic with your wand, so he believed the latter even though it was unbelievable a human was capable of magic. 

-However, he was not ready to witness what was inside the mysterious briefcase when you finally said you trusted him enough to show him. 

-He was expecting you to show him an item of some sort, not you suddenly walking in and disappearing into the briefcase. When he hesitated, you showed your arm through and gestured for him to follow you. 

-Maglor looked in and saw stairs leading down, which was unbelievable, but when you called out to him. He cautiously went in and walked down the stairs.

-He found his way into your hut, where you prepared food of some kind and even scared him with a flying creature for shit and giggles. But when he stepped outside the next door – the shock arrived like a slap in the face when he saw the vast world of your briefcase. 

-He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander around, looking at the several mysterious creatures, small and big, mysterious and beautiful. He roamed into every habitat to take a look, and you even allowed him to pet most of them. 

-It was like everything a little kid would dream of in one place. It was beautiful, and he finally understood the meaning of your book. 

-He could not help but smile and laugh when you allowed him to feed the Mooncalves, hold an Occamy, and even pet the strange Graphorns.  

-He even enjoyed watching the little Bowtruckles play around the tree. 

-It almost felt forbidden for him to be there. 

-He came up with several new songs when he was there — among your creatures. 

-He promised to help you find the creatures you lost in an accident and never said a word to anyone so your animals could be safe, and you were forever grateful for that. 

-He found your little performance odd and funny when you two were trying to capture the giant Erumpet, but — he did not like when he accidentally spilled the concoction upon himself and got the giant’s romantic attention. You had to save him on that part. 

-He will never get involved with Erumpets ever again. 

Fingon 

-He most likely met you after encountering one of your creatures. He had an unpleasant encounter and saw you chasing it with your briefcase. 

-Miraculously, you captured the beast and used magic which he thought was impossible for humans unless you were a sorcerer of a kind. 

-None of less, your meeting was accidental, and it was hard to brush him off when he became fascinated with you and wanted to know what you were hiding in your briefcase. 

-He also had some unfinished business with your Niffler as the creature had stolen something important from him, his father’s ring. 

-You agreed to help retrieve his ring if he helped you find the Niffler so you could return his father’s ring. 

-When you showed the inside of your briefcase, his reaction was like Maglor’s, full of wonder and amazement. 

-He would try to befriend most of your creatures, even the dangerous ones, so you had to watch him so he wouldn't accidentally get killed. Some of the creatures you saved were still aggressive from the hardship of the outside world. 

-He would be an eager listener when you tell all the stories about your creatures and how you rescue them. 

-He admired your resolve trying to save and find a way to teach people to live beside these creatures, so they wouldn't have to kill, and the latter wouldn't have to go to extinction. 

-You had even tamed a couple of creatures of Morgoth. Dragons and other creatures he thought were nothing but mindless beasts. 

-He adored the Bowtruckles and even allowed them to climb and play around his body. 

-When you went to look for your creatures that escaped, he was determined to help you and followed all the instructions to raise the success of each capture. 

-When you two finally found the Niffler, the capture turned out tricky as even you had some problems catching it.

-The little bugger even managed to steal one of his golden ribbons. 

-So, Fingon ends up using a little force out of frustration. He would never harm your creatures to upset you, but with your Niffler, his tolerance dropped low. You honestly didn’t blame him. 

-It was thanks to Fingon that the little troublemaker got finally caught.

-He was surprised how the little thief could fit so many valuables in its stomach when you grabbed its leg and forced the thing to empty itself. Your creature dropped enough pieces of jewelry and gold to fill out a treasure chest.

-He got his ring back, so it was all good in the end. 

Finrod 

-Human visitors were ordinary in Nargothrond. Finrod did not want anyone to feel ridiculed or alone, so he tried to make his kingdom for all types of people. 

-He thought you were just one of the commoners with a very peculiar bag. 

-He was curious, so he welcomed you and asked about it, and from that, he learned it was a briefcase. 

-He thought it was an ordinary encounter, but then he began to notice your odd absence. 

-Although he knew you had a room, you were nowhere to be found, neither among your people nor anywhere else.

-Some say you rarely came out of your room, and when you did – you would run away somewhere only Eru would know. 

-He became curious. But when some began to report you for suspicious activity. He took it upon himself to investigate because he believed there was a reasonable explanation for your behavior. 

-He did not expect to find your briefcase wide open and see stairs leading down, which should be impossible because there were no stairs under your floors. 

-He began to get suspicious, so he took a step to investigate where the stairs would lead him. 

-Finrod found his way to a hut filled with herbs and food that would not suit the mouths of ordinary people. It was strange. 

-He then found a door. He wasn’t sure what else he would find, but he decided to go for it and see what was behind it. 

-The world behind the door made his eyes widen with wonder and amazement. He found several strange yet beautiful creatures in habitats, and the noises made by the creatures sounded like songs to his ears. 

-He found you standing in rain, holding a wand that allowed you to create a parasol made out of magic, and above you flew a glorious golden bird with six wings. 

-The mighty bird let out beautiful sounds before it landed on the rocks upon your calls, allowing the rain to disappear and fill with sunlight. 

-He watched as you talked to the beast, letting it eat from your hand and affectionately petting its head. 

-It was beautiful until the bird saw him and screeched, alerting you of his presence. 

-You panicked when you saw the king of Nargothrond and tried to come up with an explanation. 

-Finrod calmed you down and assured you he was not a threat to you or your creatures, but he did demand an explanation of your visit and the meaning of your briefcase. 

-You told him everything. He listened and didn’t mind helping you feed some of the creatures while you told him why you came to Nargothrond. 

-He found joy wandering your mystical world. He was frightened by the giant two-headed snake, and he wasn’t much fond of the Niffler, who tried to steal the jewelry on him, even mistaking his hair for gold.

- He was awed by the giant two-winged horses, the Abraxans. They were simply humongous, and he did not know flying horses were possible. You were surprised when they allowed him to pet them because they were usually very proud creatures. 

-You were trying to find a couple of creatures that wandered into his kingdom. They were harmless, but people were not so much if they found them. Most people do not see your creatures in the brightest light. 

-Finrod offered to help since there had been strange happenings lately and thought maybe they were connected with your lost creatures. 

-The first thing you found was the demiguise.  

-It was surprisingly an easy capture because Finrod decided to befriend it, and it worked. He strolled back to you with the white-haired creature in his arms and asked what was next on the list. 

-The next thing was one of the occamy that inhabited one of the abandoned rooms. 

-Finrod was startled when he learned the beautiful blue-winged serpents could grow their size to fit the space of the current room because the occamy was massive. 

-The capture was tricky because of the occamy’s size and defensive nature. Finrod then concluded a plan when you told him occamies fall effortlessly asleep with songs. 

-So – he sang with his beautiful voice, and the occamy fell asleep, shrinking into the size of his hands. 

-It was a strange capture, but it worked, so you didn’t complain – but it was hard to convince Finrod to let you take the occamy because he didn’t want to disturb its sleep. 

-You were grateful for his help and thanked him for keeping the creatures safe from people. 

-Finrod was happy, but he wanted to try and befriend the rest of your creatures and pet them – so you had to stay in Nargothrond for a little longer.

[legendariium]

For a long time I feel like Fingon actually had more of a personal grudge against Sauron than Melkor due to what Maedhros told him of his captivity. I hc that Sauron was very involved in Mae’s torture during his years in Angband, and actually played a greater role in Mae’s mental/psychological torment than Melkor did. Everyone was so angry with Melkor and no one except Finno really heard of the deeper trauma that Sauron left.

And then Fingolfin dies fighting Melkor and Finno is like. “nah I’m gonna kill then both with my bare hands :)”

[welcomingdisaster]

The Kings of the Noldor do not cut their hair so long as they reign. But before taking the throne, each king-to-be cuts his hair in mourning for his predecessor.

Elven hair grows very, very slowly.

Finwë dies surrounded by an ocean of raven-dark hair, spilling around him as blood. Gil-galad's ankle-length hair smolders as fine silver ribbons tossed into fire.

Fingolfin, riding to Morgoth's gate with fire in his eyes, tucks his dark waist-length braid into helm.

Turgon's dark braids fall just over his shoulders as he takes up his great-sword for the last time. Fingon's curls, too short to braid, spill out of his helm and fall in his eyes, sticking his bloodied cheeks.

Fëanor had cut his hair unusually short in mourning of his beloved father; had hewed messily at the braids until his scalp was visible through the uneven tufts of hair. It looks much the same when he dies, the bald spots barely covered.

Morgoth cannot cut Maedhros's hair when he captures him, for Maedhros has already done the job himself.

[lanthanum12]

When Fingon was young, he gave Maedhros one of his golden ribbons. Maedhros treasured it and tied his hair back with it or used it as a bracelet. Even when he couldn't visit Fingon, he still had something so special to remember him by. Then he was captured by Morgoth and the ribbon was taken along with everything else lovely he owned.

Imagine his joy when he was reunited with the person dearest to him and once again a golden ribbon was woven in his hair. When he awoke after being rescued, one was finally there again. A tangible reminder that he was safe.

Every time Maedhros saw Fingon ever after, Fingon would gift him another ribbon for his collection. They got lost sometimes in the ever increasing battles of Beleriand. It was no issue, as Fingon was always there to give him more.

Until Fingon perished in the Nirnaeth Arnoediad and thus there would be no more ribbons as gifts. Maedhros kept his remaining ones safe and wore them scarcely as to not soil them or risk loss. Despite these precautious, bits of fabric were easy to loose in the wilds and one by one his collection dwindled. The final proofs of his bond slipping away, leaving only memories.

He maintained them throughout the lonely years he fostered Elrond and Elros until it was time for them to leave and move on in the world. As a gift he gave them his remaining two which they held onto throughout the years. Elros kept his in his diary as a bookmark and it came over to Rivendell with the Faithful. Elrond tied his onto his silver harp. A little reminder of where they came from.

Once it came time for Elrond to depart for Valinor, he brought both shining strands of gold with him and wove them into his hair as he landed on the shore. There waiting for him, were Maedhros and Fingon with hair shimmering like the sun. They both saw those familiar ribbons and smiled. For they rightly took it as a sign that their legacy and love had lasted.

[havenotwillnotreadthebooks]

Ok but imagine the Noldor trying to have a nice banquet after the entire Finwean Fam has been therapized and released from Mandos. Except Eonwë is the one announcing the names and titles as people arrive (it’s supposed to be a sign of goodwill from the Valor).

All goes well (except when he announces to the entire room that “Fingon Findékano Astaldo Nolofiniwion, Prince of The Noldor and Husband of Maedhros Neylafinwë Maitimo Feanorian” has arrived. In his defense, Eonwë didn’t know secret marriages could last almost four ages). But the Real Drama starts when Elrond arrives.

When Elrond arrives; Eonwë looks at the Peredhel in the entranceway, looks at his magic Scroll of Heritage-Information, and there is a long moment of silence where Eonwë contemplates if he really wants to spend 5 whole minutes announcing Elrond’s heritages.

Eonwë, in the end, decides to take a shortcut. Cuz how wrong could it go? As such, he announced to the Finwean Fam, several courtiers, several politicians, and to the face of Finwe’s actual children that “Elrond, Lord of Imladris Remade, Descendant of Finwë Noldoran and Elwë Singollo, and [Insert Celebrian’s Introduction] has arrived.”

Speculations rise, and whispers are everywhere about what the hell “Descendant of Finwë and Elwë” could mean. (A lovechild, somebody says once jokingly).

Elrond was expecting Earendilion, Neylafinwion, or Kanafinwion, even Peredhel. He was not expecting the first kings of the Noldor and Sindar themselves to be named.

Anyway, the worst part is that because of Mixed Ancestry, Elrond actually does look like a combination of Finwë and Elwë. The lovechild rumors grow.

[ilaneya]

maedhros/fingon/maglor 👀👀 or better say maitimo/finno/kano? cause it’s definitely pre-darkening timeline for me

[drawulan]

[stacytea]

Maedhros has learned the black speech in Angband, can speak it fluently & very much prefers death than ever admitting it to anyone

[naarisz]

Doodles of Fingon (and a little Gil-galad :))

//I had to leave my laptop behind for some time, so I opened my sketchbook and drew some sunshines in it. :)

[wanderer-clarisse]

cousin bonding time (I like to imagine that Maedhros is the one who tied baby Finrod's hair!)

sorry for being suddenly inactive here lately, Things Happened and I haven't really had the time to sit down and draw until this week ;-; hope this little sketch can make up for it!

[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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Mermaid AU: Imagine meeting the house of Fingolfin

Mermaid AU

(I hope this will be to your liking Sunnie and I hope this works as a little special for getting your blog finally out of shadowban)

Requested by @a-contemplation-upon-flowers​​

Warnings: mentions of past violence, hunting, some racial stuff, curious mers, drama, reader getting almost and once knocked down by a wave. 

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It was a prominent rule for the merfolk never to approach the lands or humans. However, it did not stop some curious mers from coming to the surface, and coincidentally you just happened to be on the beach when certain members of the house of Fingolfin were swimming around.

Fingon

-He was swimming around the shores with his siblings and cousins, playing a game where they would try to spot a human on the beach. It was a harmless game since humans rarely showed around on the lonely shore. 

-It was a bit disappointing since he always wanted to see and talk with a human despite all the stories and rumors he had heard as a youngling. He didn't believe all humans were evil and that there would be one human who would not wish to harm a mer. 

-So, when he suddenly spotted you picking some seashells on the beach, he was excited. 

-His siblings and cousins dived away when he pointed at you, leaving him confused and alone. Shrugging his shoulders, he decided to swim toward you. 

-Fingon quietly sneaked toward you, hiding behind rocks and observing you humming a song and picking up seashells. 

-He was fascinated as you looked and behaved nothing like a monster many described your kind to be. Your legs looked strange, and you looked happy when you found a seashell to your collection. 

-Tempted to talk to you. Fingon thought about approaching you, but before he could do anything, he got stopped by his younger brother. His brother tried to convince him to leave in a hushed tone while Fingon tried to calm him down and keep his voice down. 

-Without him knowing, you heard their voices from the rocks and decided to investigate. 

-Fingon shushed his brother and looked over the rocks to check on you, only to find you standing right in front of him. You stared at each other for a moment, making him nervous, but then you smiled and greeted him with a friendly hello. 

-He was encouraged by your friendly nature, and you two began talking. 

-He did not know you thought he was just another human until he jumped from the rocks to get closer to you, and you saw his tail. He froze when you stared at his lower half with surprise, but then you began to marvel at his blue scales and fins, calling them beautiful. 

-You excitedly asked questions, and Fingon felt delighted despite feeling embarrassed when you kept touching his tail and fins. 

-You quickly became friends, and he helped you find more seashells by diving them from the seafloor. 

-When he asked why you did not seem bothered that he was a mer, you told him your parents raised you to be respectful toward everyone, even those who are a bit more unique and strange. 

-You also grew up with your grandmother's stories about meeting a mer before, so you were excited to know his kind truly existed. 

-His siblings thought he was mad for talking to you, and he got an earful from his parents when he returned home, and they found out what happened. They grounded him for a week. 

-However, Fingon could not help but come to the beach more often, especially when you were waiting for him. He suspected he would get grounded, so you didn’t mind that you had to wait a week to see him again. 

-You two would tell stories and jokes about your kin. Fingon especially liked listening to all the rumors humans had about his people. 

-You sometimes brought him sweets and fruits from the land since he was interested in trying human food, and he became addicted to the sweets and fruits. He especially liked watermelons, and you made a habit of bringing watermelons whenever you visited him. 

-He was not fond of tart things like lemons and star fruits. They reminded him of the sour oyster soup he hated as a child. 

-He enjoyed spending time with you, and as your friendship grew, he brought you a golden ribbon since you liked them and how beautifully they decorated his dark hair. It was your sign of friendship and no matter what, Fingon would always value you as a friend. 

Turgon

-Turgon preferred to follow the rules, so he didn’t swim around the beach very often. He would keep his distance and not even think about approaching the shores unless he had to babysit his siblings and keep them out of trouble. 

-He believed that humans were nothing but trouble. If that wasn't true, why would his father and all the elders keep telling that to him and all the other younger mers? 

-He would not even think about talking to a human. 

-One day, he was on babysitting duty, and one of his younger siblings was playing around too close to the rocky shores. He tried to scold them, only to get himself lost in the rocks. 

-He was frustrated by his predicament, loudly rambling and complaining about his situation as he then decided to sit on the rock to bathe in the sun for a moment. He was unaware his rambling had caught your attention. 

-You were curious when you heard someone talk since no one else visited the beach but you for your knowledge. You walked to the rocks to investigate and found a merman sitting on a rock.

-He was muttering something under his breath while you observed him, and when the muttering stopped, he turned to look at you. You stared at each other for a moment before he shrieked and swooped his tail hard to splash you with water.

-You got hit by the wave, and you stood there shocked and soaked with water while the merman silently stared at you. You then called him rude. 

-Turgon was mildly panicking. He thought some of the stories of your kind were exaggerations, but he didn’t think of them as a joke. He picked one of the seashells you dropped and threatened to hit you with it like it was some sort of weapon. 

-You tried to calm him down and explain you meant no harm. 

-Turgon was not willing to believe you, but since you looked harmless, he toned down his voice but kept his distance. 

-You two began to talk, and he asked odd questions like why you did not have razor teeth or green skin like some elders said your kind to have. It made you laugh when you asked why he believed that. 

-You decided to tease him by telling how some humans saw the merfolk as vicious sirens who lured innocent sailors away. Turgon was offended by that, so he lectured you, resulting in some small banter between you two. 

-You bantered mers being more dangerous than humans, while Turgon did the opposite. 

-Turgon felt frustrated with you, but he was relieved that you were not aggressive or vicious like how the stories made you out to be. 

-He was still weary of you, but he thanked you when you guided him out of that rock maze, and he disappeared beneath the sea. 

-He tried to forget the whole thing, but he only got more questions about your kind and sometimes went to the shore to see if you were there. 

-When you saw him again, you welcomed him with a smile and conversed with him. 

-He learned more about humans from you, and his views on them being troublesome creatures changed just a little thanks to you.

-Turgon did not like to admit it, but he was getting comfortable with you. 

-He tried to visit you just a bit, and sometimes you brought him human items and food for him to try. 

-He wasn’t planning to eat anything, but when you pestered him, he decided to try and see if some of them were so amazing like you said. Some of them tasted plan, but he grew to like tea and the almond biscuits.

-He grew to like your company, even if you irritated him, but he was afraid to consider you a friend because of the rules of his kin. 

-He did not know how his family and people would react if they found out that he had befriended a human, so he tried to see you little as possible and visit you for only educational purposes.

-He tried to limit his visits, so he would not get attached to seeing you because – Turgon knew deep down in his heart he cared about you like a friend, and it would break his heart to see you hurt if he suddenly stopped visiting you. 

-So, he tried to enjoy it while he still could. 

Aredhel

- Aredhel has always been curious about humans and never understood why she couldn’t interact with them. Of course, there were stories of how they used to attack merfolk and take their scales and tails, but those times were hundreds of years ago, so things should be different. 

-She understood the rules, but she has always been a rebel. So one day, when she was hanging out with her cousin, she spotted you picking some seashells on the beach, and her mischievous nature tempted her to sneak up on you and try to scare the living soul out of you. 

-It was troublesome to get closer to you, so she caught your attention and lured you toward the rocks where she was hiding, and when you were close enough, that’s when she made her attack. 

-You screamed when you felt someone grab on your ankle, so out of flight instinct, you dropped your seashells and kicked the perpetrator’s face. 

-Aredhel groaned when your foot made contact with her face, and she came out of her hiding spot with a swelling nose. You got angry and started angrily scolding her while trying to ease the bleeding from her nose. 

-Aredhel was snapping back at you as you sounded like her parents until she remembered you were a human, and her tail was out for your view, yet you didn’t scream or do anything like the elder mers once told her how humans would react to a mer. 

-You were pretty annoyed and agitated at that moment because all you wanted to do was pick some seashells and have a peaceful day, so when she asked about your reaction to her fishy tail. You told her you didn’t give a damn about her being a mermaid. 

-You got her interest, so she tried to make you stay and talk with her more as you tried to leave. 

-She nagged you so much that you snapped at her and asked if she would stop talking if you came to see her tomorrow. 

-It made Aredhel excited, so when she went home and spent the night. She left upon the first light of dawn and waited for you at the beach. 

-You didn’t plan to see her again. However, you didn’t like breaking promises, so you sucked in your pride and returned to the beach where she was waiting. 

-Aredhel was excited to see you again and wanted to play games with you. You first refused to enter the water, but then she pulled you in, and you got soaked from head to toe. It made you pissed, but since you got soaked – you decided to hold it in and play whatever she wanted. 

-Playing games with her was fun for a while, and then you began sharing some stories about your people, and Aredhel made you answer some old questions about humans and their habits. 

-You thought her questions were weird, but you answered and brought some stuff from the land for her to see and try. 

-Aredhel fell in love with the sour sweets and brought you some old human artifacts from her cousins’ old hideout so you could identify them and tell her what they do since not many in her home knew what they were. 

-You didn’t want to admit it, but spending time with her was starting to get fun, and you enjoyed telling her what each item did when she brought them for you to see. It was like educating an excited child. 

-You still thought she was annoying, but when she brought seals to the surface, and they were friendly, your thoughts about her being annoying vanished. 

 -You were excited to pet the seals, and their black googly eyes made you weak from the knees. They were like overgrown sea puppies, and it made you chuckle when Aredhel told you they were like their version of a hunting hound. 

-You started to see each other more often. You sometimes brought Aredhel some food and stuff to see, and she brought you some items from her home. 

-But sometimes, she liked to brag and bring her hunting trophies for you to see, and you had gotten several heart attacks when she suddenly picked up a giant squid or a shark from the water with her two bare hands. 

-You were impressed but found it quickly annoying. 

-She was no ordinary little mermaid, that’s for sure. 

Argon

-Argon has always been wary of humans. The stories about humans hunting his kind and taking their scales always made his skin crawl, even if it was an exaggeration to keep young mers in check. 

-Following Turgon's example, he avoided the land and anything related to the surface world. 

-So, when he and his siblings were swimming around the shore. He was anxious to go home since he didn’t like to spend much time near the human beach. 

-After playing hide and seek, his tail suddenly got caught in old fishing nets. 

-He went into a panic, trashing and trying to call out for his siblings, but his call ended up gaining someone else's attention, yours.

-You were picking some seashells until you were startled by someone’s calls for help. They were coming from the rocks, so you thought someone got injured, and like a decent person, you dropped everything and went to investigate, intending to help whoever was in trouble. 

- However, you did not expect to find a boy with a tail of a fish caught in old fishing nets. 

-Argon panicked when he saw you and your legs. He began to pull harder and hiss at you threateningly. You tried to calm him down since his trashing caused the nets to make cuts on his tail and lose a few scales. 

-You were taken back when he spoke to you in a threatening tone, but you did not mind and tried to convince him to let you untie him. 

-Argon was hesitant, but since he did not know any other way to get free without injuring himself. He let you approach him with a strict warning. You tried to comply and carefully started untying his tail from the nets. 

-Argon felt uncomfortable and weary as you used your fingers to open the knots and pull the threads away. 

-When you finally got the last of the nets off his tail. Argon didn't waste time and quickly swam away. You were happy and sad for a moment since the encounter was short-lived, but you hoped he would return safely to his home. 

-Argon’s siblings embraced him when they finally found him. They then panicked when they noticed the cuts on his tail and tried to coerce him to tell them what happened. 

-Argon didn’t want to get into trouble, so he told them he was clumsy and got stuck in some nets, leaving you out of the truth. 

-They were glad he was alright and finally decided to go home with him. 

-However, the encounter did not leave his mind, and he thought about how calm and gentle you were with him. You were nothing like how he imagined humans to be, and he was intrigued even though he did not want to admit it. 

-He sometimes came to the shore to see if you were there and when he saw you again. He decided to approach you. 

-You were startled when you saw him, but you quickly smiled and greeted him. Argon felt reluctant for a moment, but he mustered the courage to return your greeting. 

-You asked about his well-being and tail, and he felt courageous enough to tell you that his tail had healed from the cuts and decided to ask you some questions. 

-You were calm with him and answered his questions even if they were odd. 

-You asked questions about his people to keep it fair and when Argon felt comfortable enough with you. You two ended up talking throughout the day. 

-Argon enjoyed talking to you even though he most likely shouldn't have because you were a human, and it was forbidden for mers to interact with humans. He shouldn’t even be there. 

-You introduced him to human items and foods, and he grew to like the fruits and berries you brought from the forest. Apples and pomegranates being his favorite so far. 

-He thought about returning the favor and bringing some sweets and foods from his home, which turned out to be too sweet or sour for you. You tasted a little cake but had to spit it out immediately because it was salty as the sea. 

-Argon felt terrible about it, but you quickly brushed it off with a smile. It seemed the merfolk food tasted stronger than human food. 

-He started seeing you more often, and you would always wait at the same shore with a smile. 

-You sometimes go swimming together, and Argon enjoys bringing you to see some dolphin pods, which sometimes end up in playtime with them. 

-Argon knew he shouldn’t do this, but he couldn’t help it because he grew to like your company. It was thanks to you his views on humans had changed. 

-He was still weary of them when you told him some people were nasty by heart and would do anything for wealth and power. But he now believed there were good humans too. 

Fingolfin

-Fingolfin was a stickler for the rules, so Turgon most likely got that from him. 

-He felt weary about the humans and the surface world. He heard all the stories about how they used to hunt his kin thousands of years ago and how the surface world was full of strange creatures. And because of all those stories, he preferred to stay away from the shores. 

-However, there were those times when he had to break the rules, and this time it happened on the shores. 

-He was with Feanor, who had an odd habit of coming to the shore to think and sketch his new inventions and ideas for jewelry. 

-He always felt uncomfortable watching the lands from the rocks, waiting for a human or something else to happen, so he tried to convince Feanor to come back with him. However, since his brother was stubborn as a shark, the two ended up in a  banter that attracted someone’s attention. 

-You were startled when you heard the two argue. It was loud and like something you would usually hear from two arguing siblings. 

-You thought about leaving them alone since they were probably just two brothers having a banter, but when you heard them from the rocks and odd splashing sounds, you got curious and a little concerned. People usually avoid the rocky parts of the shore due to the currents and waves, so you decided to check if the two brothers were alright. 

-Feanor and Fingolfin froze when they heard someone call out to them from the land. Feanor took a quick look, then dropped down, telling Fingolfin it was a human. Fingolfin panicked when he saw a frightened look on Feanor’s face. 

-The younger mer asked what they should do, and Feanor snapped at him while trying to be silent, which led to another banter between them. 

-When you got closer and called out to them again, the banter stopped. 

-When you asked if anything was alright, you heard one of them answering and telling you everything was well. 

-Fingolfin was silently panicking as he watched Feanor answering your calls and questions while the two hid behind the rocks. Interacting with humans was forbidden, and here – they were, talking to one. Their father was not going to be pleased about this. 

-Feanor managed to assure you everything was well, and you decided to leave after making sure there was no emergency. You told them to be careful and call you if there was something since you were picking seashells on the beach. 

-Fingolfin was marveled by Feanor’s coercion skills and anxious since you were not leaving the shore, so there was still a high risk of being seen. It was only by luck you thought they were humans and didn’t see their tails. 

-Fingolfin tried to convince Feanor to leave, and he cursed under his breath when Feanor wanted to observe you like a rare fish. 

-Feanor was quickly irritated by him, and the two snapped at each other while trying to be quiet, which did not work since you could hear them. 

-You were confused when they talked about you like you were some rare animal, and you felt like something was not right, so you decided to investigate and silently sneak up on them. 

-You were silent and careful when you sneaked behind the rocks. You used their banter to your advantage, and when you finally found them, you were stunned. You had never thought you would see a real merman, so you stared with shock as the two mers argued about leaving and observing. 

-Fingolfin had no idea you already saw them till Feanor went quiet and stared at something behind him. When he turned, you three began awkwardly staring at each other. You were still trying to comprehend the realness of the situation, but when they saw you, it became an awkward silence. 

-” Ummm…hi,” You waved. 

-Fingolfin shrieked and swept his tail to splash you hard with water, and he succeeded as the force of the wave knocked you off the rocks. You yelped as the water hit you, and you dropped your seashells. 

-When it was silent after your fall, Fingolfin and Feanor decided to check on you and found you knocked out on a rock, your seashells all around you. You were soaked, and it looked like sea stars were spinning above your head. 

-Feanor then congratulated and told Fingolfin he killed you. 

-Fingolfin could only groan at the remarks and asked what they should do since you were unconscious and it would be wrong to leave you alone on the rocks.

-Feanor suggested he should probably wait till you woke up, then proceeded to leave Fingolfin alone with you. 

-Fingolfin cursed his half-brother when he suddenly got left alone with you. There was no doubt Feanor would tell their father and get him into trouble for breaking the rules. He could follow him and prevent it from happening, but he would leave you alone with possible dangers. 

-He thought it was immoral to leave you, especially when you were unconscious and possibly injured by his mistake. Not to mention all the predators that could take the chance to eat you if he left you alone. 

-He decided to go against all the rules and wait till you woke up, and it took some time before you finally woke up. 

-You woke up with a terrible headache, and your seashells scattered all around you. You were confused and almost forgot what happened till you saw Fingolfin, and he explained what happened to you. 

-You thanked him for watching over you and tried to have a small talk with him, but he was already leaving after apologizing to you for what happened. 

-You were persistent in talking to him since you were excited and tried to make him stay a bit longer, which confused and unnerved him. 

-However, when you spoke about some rumors and myths about the merfolk. It got Fingolfin’s attention, and he decided to ask about them. 

-When he heard preposterous rumors and ideas about the merfolk, he was a little offended by some of the assumptions and decided to educate you on what was true and what was not. 

-You listened as he told you about his kin, and time began to pass since he got caught up listening to you when you talked about your kin and confirmed rumors some mers had about humans. 

-He was surprised at how pleasant it was to talk with you and how similar some humans were with merfolk. He was relieved when you told them the stories about humans hunting merfolk and scales were old stories of the past, and nowadays, humans don’t believe merfolks exist, so it was relatively safe. 

-Fingolfin then panicked when he saw the sundown and realized he had overstayed. 

-He quickly dived back into the water and bid you farewell, but when you asked if you would ever see him again – he hesitated. It was rather fun talking with you, and his views on humans had changed thanks to you, but there was still that feeling he should not interact with you. 

-The rules were rules, and it was probably only for the best. 

-When he told you his reasons, you nodded with understanding and thanked him for the experience of meeting him. You promised you’ll say nothing about him or his kin to other humans, not that anyone would believe you. 

-You would have liked listening to him more about his kin, but if it was for the best, you do not talk to each other– you’ll not push it. 

-Fingolfin was glad and trusted your words. You bid goodbye, and he returned to his home in Tirion. 

-He got into trouble as anticipated, but after telling his father what happened and how he only stayed behind to make sure you were alright. His father was lenient enough to understand and let him go with only a warning, which displeased Feanor. 

-Fingolfin couldn't forget about you for some time. You were curious and kind, unlike other humans and those he had conjured in his mind. You felt safe to be around, so he felt a bit disappointed by the rules for the first time in his life. 

-He will be forever grateful to you because after talking with you, he was proud to say he knew more about humans than Feanor did because Feanor only knew what books and other mers told him. His dear half-older brother wanted to know what happened and what you told him, so he kept his mouth shut, and Feanor was left frustrated. It was enjoyment Fingolfin had not felt in a long time. 

-However, like his brother. He would have liked to know more about humans from you.

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My Headcanon Crafts for the House of Fingolfin:

Anaire: an architect. Very elegant in style; she designed a lot of Valinor's most beautiful classical guildhalls and ballrooms. She first met Fingolfin when she sought him out because she need a really nice stained glass window for one of her projects. She proposed to him by showing him a plan she'd made for their house.

Fingon: a glassworker like his dad! Unlike Fingolfin, instead of focusing on stained glass murals, he preferred more free form glassblowing and making sculptures. Other than some really flashy abstract stuff, his favorite works were little glass animals he liked to make for gifts. The first ones he made were two (slightly squished) doves for his parents.

Turgon: an architect. His designs were a lot more maximalist and fanciful, often based off of extremely beautiful and slightly surreal sketches. He designed basically everything in Gondolin, and the city was seen as the absolute peak of Noldor architecture, because everything there was legitimately awe-inspiring, from gravity-defying bridges to a minecart-based public transit system.

Aredhel: a hunter. But beyond that, she was well known for her incredible plants lore. From medicinal herbs to poison berries, she knew it all, and often made great use of it in the hunt. She often brought home fresh mushrooms and wild vegetables along with her latest kills for family dinners. She could also make a mean spiced rabbit.

Argon: an animal healer. He's a caring, gentle soul by nature, even if he's a bit excitable, and he's very good at getting animals to calm down. He always liked working with them, and decided that helping them was what he wanted to dedicate his life to. He'd often come home from the woods as a kid with an injured bird or rabbit and big pleading eyes.

Bonus! But sadder this time. Fingolfin left his little glass dove with Fingon before he went off to challenge Morgoth. It eventually ended up in Galadriel's hands because she was one of Fingon's only surviving relatives, and ended up inheriting a lot of his things. She gave it to Finarfin so he could take it back to Valinor and return it to Anaire. The doves were reunited. Eventually, so were their owners.

Headcanon Crafts for Finwe and his Children, the House of Feanor, the House of Finarfin, and the rest of the House of Finwe.

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I think since Tolkien named the first high king of the Noldor "hair-guy", instead of the next heir inheriting the title, there should be a "Who has the best hair?" contest everytime a high king dies to decide the succession.

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Noldor hair headcanons (1/4)

With AO3 down, it seems like a good time for some good old tumblr bullet-point pseudo-fic (I'll post it on AO3 eventually).

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | On AO3

Note: Inspiration for some parts of this came from @mynameisjessejk's wonderful Otter Mayhem series which you should go read when it's possible again.

The Noldor wear their hair in elaborate braids.

Hairstyle is a status thing, so noble Noldor have the most complex styles. They’re meant to show off craft, so there’s a lot of jewellery and gemstones involved, and the nobles’ hairstyles purposefully can’t be self-braided.

But touching hair is a very intimate thing and it’s never done by servants, always by family (spouse, siblings, parents or children). It’s a show of love and respect, if someone has a particularly complex hairstyle it’s supposed to mean that they’re well-loved.

Now Finwë as the king must have the most complex hairstyle of all. Míriel was of course very good at it, she’d weave and sew beads into his hair every morning, making each hairstyle a work of art.

When she fades, Fëanor is still really young, and he has to learn real quick to do his father’s hair, which he of course takes as a challenge. He starts making all of Finwë’s hair jewellery himself, he experiments with dozens of braiding styles. In the early months/years of their grief Finwë finds a lot of comfort in having his hair braided and they’ll both spend entire days beside Míriel’s body, with Fëanor braiding his father’s hair over and over.

Then Indis comes along, and hair braiding is traditionally the spouse’s work. It’s very hard for Fëanor not to feel like he’s been replaced (and not just his mother), especially since Indis has zero interest in it and Finwë’s hairstyles grow markedly simpler. Which is also not great for his reputation.

Nerdanel and Fëanor, once they marry, are extremely competitive and keep trying to outdo each other’s braids. It’s highly entertaining to outsiders, especially since it’s the only remnant of the Crown Prince’s more playful side. When little Maitimo comes out with red hair like Nerdanel’s, Fëanor bitches about having to make even more copper jewellery (he’s secretly overjoyed because he loves Nerdanel’s hair).

Fëanor is also careful to always have better braids than his half brothers, though Findis starts braiding Fingolfin and Finarfin’s hair as soon as she’s old enough, and she’s pretty good at it, unlike Indis.

Anairë’s hair texture is very different from anyone Fingolfin knows. He’s never been that into hair before, but he learns to do her braids with his tongue poking out. Once she figures out what to do with straight hair, she braids his into brand new styles that Fëanor is terribly jealous of.

Fingon has extremely thick kinky hair that takes a ridiculously long time to braid, and he’s very proud of it, thank you very much.

Thankfully for Fingolfin and Anairë, none of their other children have hair quite as thick.

Eärwen is Teleri and keeps her hair mostly loose. She wants none of that nonsense, especially not gems in her hair, come on. If she puts anything in her hair it’s gonna be pearls. She’ll do Finarfin’s hair if he really insists on it but if he wants the children to follow Noldor rites so much, he’ll have to take care of it himself. (He’s pretty good at it, actually.)

Maedhros and Fingon start doing each other’s hair in secret before Fëanor’s exile.

Celegorm switches from Noldor style to hunting braids when he joins Oromë’s hunt. They’re more practical and involve a lot less metal.

People have whole legends about how great it must be to braid Artanis’s hair, but it’s actually really fine and fragile and a nightmare. She insists that the only one who can do it right is Finrod. He tries to foist that chore on others a lot.

Aredhel and Curufin bond over hating to have their hair touched (sensory issues). Eventually they start doing each other’s hair because they know what to avoid.

Fëanor asking Galadriel for her hair is an Actual Taboo given that they’re not close (by the time Gimli asks, Galadriel has adopted Sindarin hair practices, but it’s also a fuck-you to Fëanor that she accepts).

At Losgar, (lightly-toasted) Amrod has part of his hair burned off. He is, after that, the very first elf to sport a side-cut, as hair won’t grow back over the scars. He never let anyone but his twin do his hair again.

Crossing the Helcaraxë, Fingolfin’s people try to keep up with tradition, but hair-braiding is hard when your fingers are constantly frozen stiff.

Still, Fingon insists on doing his father’s hair every day, even when he nearly loses fingers to frostbite.

He refuses to let anyone do the same for him, though, and he’s the first to start braiding his own hair. That’s when he starts braiding in golden ribbons, because they’re easier to do than beads, and frozen metal can burn skin.

Gradually they move away from long flowing braids and start making up crown-braid styles that protect their ears. As they progress, braiding becomes less and less about status and more and more practical.

Turgon and Elenwë (who adopted the Noldor style upon marrying) still keep to the tradition and braid each other’s hair and Idril’s right up until Elenwë dies. After that Turgon doesn’t let anyone touch his hair again until Gondolin (and then only Idril).

Finrod and Galadriel do each other’s hair. Galadriel’s fine, brittle hair suffers a lot in the cold, and for a long time she’s afraid that it will never go back to its former glory. It does eventually, but it takes decades.

In Beleriand, Maglor’s main contribution as King Regent is the invention of Mourning Braids (and also a slightly unhealthy number of laments).

Let’s be honest, he’s wearing them more for Maedhros than for Fëanor or Finwë, even though Maedhros is demonstrably still alive.

(No one thinks that will last.)

(Maglor can’t go save his brother and the guilt is staggering.)

(For some reason, Curufin is the one who does Maglor’s impossibly complex Kingly Mourning Braids.)

Then Helcaraxë Team arrives with their frozen fingers and their crown braids and It’s A Mess, Actually.

The Sun has just risen and Fingon’s golden ribbons are really blinding, no one can even look at him.

Listen, they haven’t had proper light in about forty years, they’re really light-sensitive now.

Everyone argues, Fingon makes at least two attempts to sneak out to Thangorodrim but he’s caught because he’s just way too shiny.

Third time’s the charm.

The only reason Maedhros doesn’t see him before he hears him is that he’s even more light-sensitive and just keeps his eyes closed. Also he’s tired. So very tired.

In Angband, Sauron took great pleasure in hacking Maedhros’s hair off and messing with it. When he’s rescued, what has regrown is a tangled, discoloured mess and they have to cut it all off.

Fingon stays with Maedhros a lot throughout his (physical) recovery, which in my mind takes at least the 55 years between his rescue and Dagor Aglareb, and he braids Maedhros’s hair every day, even at the start when it’s barely past his ear. Eventually Maedhros stops fighting and crying when someone touches his hair.

Mostly.

Fingon does tone down the golden ribbons eventually. Mostly because he runs out of Valinorian gold and has to do with Beleriand gold, which just isn’t the same.

To be continued.