#maedhros x sister!reader

[doodle-pops]

Maedhros Having A Twin Sister

A/N: I remembered the anon who sent the request for Caranthir's twin sister had given me the option of him, Maedhros and Fingon, and I've been obsessed with the idea of Mae having a twin sister. I might follow up with Fingon soon.

𑁍 So let’s say that you were the older born 20 minutes before him, you and Maedhros are going to be considered the apple of everyone and the family’s eye. The first child, the first girl, the first of everything within the House of Feanor, you are going to be cherished.

𑁍 Both you and Maedhros would receive equal parts of love, affection and attention. There isn’t any need for either of you to fight over who gets to spend more time with amillё and atar. Both Nerdanel and Feanor would be over the moon that their first babies were twins and equally beautiful.

𑁍 As Maedhros twin, growing up as the first two of the third generation of the House of Finwe, you are both alone for the greater half of your childhood before the rest of your siblings and cousins arrive. This means that you and Mae have many years to bond wonderfully.

𑁍 From playmates as children, you two would grow into adolescence and then adulthood having taken care of each other and constantly hovering. His attachment to you was always ‘she’s my sister, we’re supposed to be together always.’

𑁍 Maedhros was always attached to you, following you around wherever you went. If you wanted to play dress-up and dollhouse, he was down for that. If you wanted to host a tea party, he was also down for that. It didn’t matter (since it was just you two) where he was, so long as you were there.

𑁍 It was quite some funny years after your younger brothers were born, they were always fighting for your attention and Maedhros hated it, especially when Maglor and Caranthir used to cry and beg for you. It caused him to act stingy and keep you to himself.

𑁍 He can always count on you to be honest, brutal as well, and truthful with him. The both of you would adapt the roles of acting as parents to the rest of your siblings and cousins. This was a great relief for him because he would joke about what if it was just him alone as the eldest.

𑁍 Despite you being the eldest, for him as the eldest brother, he took the role of being head. You witnessed this during his years in Beleriand, he refused to give you that position, not wanting to give that volume of stress to you.

𑁍 You are close with him, Maglor, Caranthir and Ambarussar since the quiet personalities you all share are compatible. He was attached to you from a young all the way into adulthood. It’s something he uncontrollably does—just whips his head around to search for you and then stands nearby.

𑁍 He isn’t one to hover, but as the years pass and he realised that you were the only other girl in the family, he becomes protective. Giving your suitors the fatherly glare from over your shoulder or talking behind your back, and then acting dumb as if he had nothing to do with your suitor never returning.

𑁍 Arguments between you both are…complex. You’re opposites in terms of personality, but share lots of similarities with Nerdanel and her temperament, so disputes are never long but grudges were. Partially reasoned and sorted out, this was during Valinor.

𑁍 For his years in Beleriand, he was grateful for your company during his lonely and emotionally detached days in Himring. When Fingon or Maglor wasn’t there to sing away his nightmares, you would swoop in the care of him.

𑁍 Tending to his injuries, dressing and feeding him on his bad days, going to his meetings and assisting him with his documents/reports. He was grateful but also ashamed for dragging you into this. Despite acting as the eldest over everyone, he would always feel like your baby brother before you.

𑁍 This is the time when he would lean into your embrace and allow you to brush his hair and sing or baby him. He hates it since he doesn’t like the incapacitated feeling, but it makes him remember his youthful days with you; carefree and running around chasing each other.

𑁍 In return, he would spoil you with the finest riches the land had to offer because he enjoys gift-giving. Maedhros would take up training you in self-defence while being protective and not fancying the idea of you roaming about Beleriand.

𑁍 As the big sister, you were responsible for helping him with suitors. Dressing him up and making him appear desirable to the public. You would give him lots of advice on how to charm people and you were the final say on if you approved of his choice.

𑁍 His favourite days are spent going on walks or rides through the forest and getting everything off his chest. Witnessing him cry and breaking down was a familiar sight that broke your heart. You felt horrible that you could save your twin.

𑁍 Furthermore, you used to feel his pain, when be was going through the rough, but never told him to avoid him wallowing in guilt and shame. You took your job of being his big sister seriously, always easing his stress load and watching over him.

𑁍 You are his confidant and best friend, and he trusts you just as much as he trusts Maglor. You know all his secrets and his bond with you is unlike any other.

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[lamemaster]

Loving the Maelstrom

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Perks of marrying a writer. Nelyafinwe pov.

AN: Istg I get the most random ideas while working out.

Curvo bounced the fussing Tyelpe in his arms, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's wrong with her?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Maitimo sighed for the what felt like the hundredth time that evening. He glanced across the room at you, your face lit by the flickering firelight. A vicious smirk was etched upon your lips, your eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity as you stared into some unseen distance. "She's writing a villainess," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else.

The murmur seemed to quench everyone's curiosity, at least momentarily. Except for Tyelkormo, who perked up at the revelation. "A villainess?" he echoed, his eyes wide with fascination. "Is that why Kano's been playing such… ominous tunes lately?" he asked, directing his question towards a very tired-looking Nelyafinwe.

Before Nelyafinwe could muster a reply, Moryo, ever the impatient one, interjected. "Makalaure, for the love of Illuvatar, can we please have a normal tune?" he pleaded, his voice laced with exasperation

Both you and Kano paused for a fleeting second. Your minds snapped into the present world before grinning widely and Kano launched into another melancholy somber tune. This time, accompanied by your booming evil laughter. 

Such perhaps was the fate of loving a writer. He had known it well as Kano’s brother. A songwriter and musician's angst was familiar to Maitimo. And yours was similar yet, so achingly different.

Where Kano’s music seldom bled into his life, your words lingered in a pervasive presence. The angst of separated lovers, fervor of a brewing war, or the grit of a dwindling hero, you were lost in your worlds even before Maitimo met you. 

And when he did meet you, he also met your worlds. Gay, morose, bleak, grand, your worlds were his now. Your character settled into his thoughts. And sometimes, they carried a part of him or his family. Small fragments of your life that bled into your worlds. 

He liked your never-ending ramblings about a crooked character or exceptionally hard-to-write down plot. And he witnessed your fall into the world who possessed your mind and heart. 

Despite the differences in art, you and Kano were inseparable in the creation of art. His tunes often rang out from your and Maitimo’s home as you scribbled away another tale. While Kano’s music was given a direction of melodies from the stories you wove into the tunes he tinkered around with. 

And this was the rare occasion where both you and his brother were taken by a story so bewitching that from the strums of Kano’s harp to the rouge of your lips- all was tainted with a lingering shade of sinister. 

It had been a week since your robes had been swapped for uncanny dark silken gowns, very much not your usual choice of color, your nails were painted a hue darker almost bloodlike. Even the decor of your study had shifted ambiance similar to that of the Maiar of Namo.

On several occasions, Maitimo had seen you stir your dinner with a smile so venomous that he sniffed his food twice before eating it. 

You donned a gait so seductive that he, almost was tempted to discard the weekly family dinner with his parents. Yet, despite the unease that gnawed at him, Maitimo couldn't deny the jolt of excitement that shot through him when your newly painted nails, tipped with a crimson that seemed to mock innocence, brushed against his arm.

“I just hope sister-in-law and Kano are not going down the Mairon route of life.” Curufin’s words brought Maitimo back to the present. 

The dinner had ended surprisingly well. Kano’s company had perhaps allowed you to shed the world that captivated you these days for a few moments. You were back to your normal self smiling by his side. Helping his mother and brothers set up the dinner table as twins climbed all over Maitimo.

It was only later in the night when his breath shuddered. He gasped as your lips ghosted over his ears. Filthy words spoken without a care of the oddly lonely alley on the way back to your home. Words so daringly sacrilegious that they would have sent a Vanya to the halls of Irmo. 

Maitimo however, was nothing if not immune to the intricacies of your play and definitely not a faint-hearted Vanya. Pulling you closer in his arms, he indulged your little world. Tracing the shape of your lips with his fingers, he kissed you with a wicked smile. 

Nelyafinwe loved every part of you. Even the fucking crazy ones. 

(This one definitely more than the angsty lovers)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

⚔️Masterlist for the Silm⚔️

Russingon (more under TRSB/S&D/etc)

🌟Before (First time writing of Silm-characters) Fingon x Maedhros

🌟 Night like this (Russingon fic)

🌟 Russingon Kiss-Prompt for anon

🌟 Which will it be? (angsty Russingon fic for anon)

🌟 Colour my soul (Smutty Russingon fic for @drxconics)

🌟 Cursed Cards (with art by @sauroff) -> Part II (with new art) -> Part III

🌟 Share your address (with art by @mysandwichranaway) (NSFW)

🌟 Random Silm-Musings (it’s a ficlet though)

🌟 Silm/Hobbit Crossover

🌟 Living memories for @mismaeve (about Elrond being reunited with foster-dad)

🌟 Thingol reminisces with art by @the-red-butterfly

🌟 Fëanor x Nerdanel for Irene

🌟 Caranthir x reader for anon & Irene

🌟 Celegorm murdering Eöl for crack anon (TW: murder)

🌟 A haunting confession (Diary about my haunting by Maglor)

🌟 Huan being the best boy for anon

🌟 Gondolin OT3 ¦ Part 2 for @jaz-the-bard

🌟 Caranthir x wife for anon

🌟 Carantir x wife for 🌌 anon (SMUT)

🌟 Silvergifting for @elennalore

🌟 He's a 10, but... ¦ Part 2 ¦ Part 3 for @sorisooyaa

🌟 Burlesque night in Nargothrond (crack, Finrod dances burlesque)

🌟 Maedhros taking care of injured reader (Tw: blood and injury)

🌟Patience is a virtue (homage for crack anon, Celegorm & Caranthir x reader)

🌟 Ouch (Celegorm & reader, Caranthir x reader for @sorisooyaa)

🌟 Gil-Galad x GN!Reader (dancing in the rain for anon)

🌟 Fëanor x overworked reader (for @eunoiaastralwings)

🌟 Tyelko x reader ¦ Part 2 for someone's sister

🌟 Melkor crack story for @melkors-big-tits

🌟 Beleg/Mablung for @lycheesodas

🌟 A golden dream (Nerdanel x Anairë) -> A bronze awakening -> A mineral sundering

🌟 Caranthir x female reader for anon (fluff)

🌟 Maglor x Ungoliant (Sequel of Prey and Predator) for @randomly-generated-name

🌟 A for effort for dear Námo (Námo x Vairë)

🌟 The night before Christmas (Beleg x Mablung) for @lycheesodas

🌟The Dragonslayer (Draconic!Feanturi) for @cilil

🌟Sweet dreams are made of this (Irmo ficlet)

🌟 Open Letter by Fëanor to the fandom (with art by @sauroff)

🌟 Námo's Hotline (crack)

🌟 Bday gift for @cilil (Mairon, Aiwendil, Eönwë)

🌟 Aegnor/Fingon drabble for @skaelds

🌟 The Diary of Jane Doe for @melkors-big-tits

⇒ Part II

⇒ Part III

⇒ Part IV

⇒ Part V

⇒ Part VI

🌟 Tummy Ache for @the-red-butterfly (NSFW)

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[kiatheinsomniac]

What are your current requests , so far ? And what are you enjoying writing the most write now and what request are you looking foward to writing the most ?

In terms of requests:

♡ I'm currently working on a dark! Finrod x Reader (and I'm throwing in references to Crimson Peak bc I could watch that film a million times)

♡ how the Assassins feel about having a Templar s/o headcanons

♡ the Castlevania boys with an Arab (west-Asian) s/o headcanons

♡ Melkor with a naive, virgin reader (I'm a slut for loss of virginity fics yes it's bc I'm a virgin stfu)

♡ yandere! Orodreth x Turin's sister! Reader

♡ Ezio Auditore x gn, masked! Reader

♡ Alucard x dhampir! Reader

♡ Connor Kenway x Reader smut

♡ Maedhros x human! Reader smut (age gap, size kink and I am so excited to get to this one sjdgfajshgf - I like my smut kinky <33)

♡ Mairon/ Annatar x Reader smut with some of the best prompts the asker could have possibly chosen, I love you for that

♡ Eivor Varinsdottir x mythical creature! Reader - I think you've all picked up on how much I love putting folkloric elements in that suit Eivor's background and time period

♡ the Assassins with an s/o who's afraid to love where they confess to her and help her through her commitment issues headcanons

I'm really looking forward to the Melkor, Maedhros and Mairon smuts and I'm currently really enjoying writing this dark Finrod request! I'm trying to keep these contrasts between his "ray of sunshine" personality and these dark things he's doing hehe. I've taken the request a little further than the anon asked because I'm itching to write a confrontation hehe <33

[autumnshighlady]

Hi! Anon who sent asks about maedhros, Eris and Lucien here :D let me first say I’m so excited you’ve decided to write for the Silm fandom!!!

It’s totally ok if you’re not for it yet (since this request might be a little big) but I was inspired by the ideas you talked about and so can I request a crossover for Acotar x Silm crossover with (Maedhros x reader) who is either Lucien’s full-blooded sister or half sister from Helion, and while tampering with spells in Helion’s library gets transported to Arda? There she meets Maedhros, uses her magic in some situations while trying to find a way home? Not sure when to set her arrival… That’s all I’ve got for some plot for the request right now, sorry if it’s vague, would love to talk to you about it if you’re interested in writing it since it… might be long enough for a series haha.

Thank you! Hope you’re recovering well from the accident :)

oh babes i’d absolutely love to write this! i love the idea so much, i can definitely see it becoming a short series for me! i’d absolutely love to chat more about it, reach out whenever and don’t worry about spamming :)

[animatorweirdo]

Feanorians reaction to their adopted sibling....

(Here it is! Feanorians reaction to their adopted sibling. Since this got asked few times, i made this for you. Please emjoy!)

Warnings; none, just chaotic domestic life. 

Oh, if you haven’t read the original headcanon imagine getting adopter Nerdanel, click this...

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When your mom decided to adopt a new sister in the family while you and your brothers were causing war crimes and kinslaying over some shiny jewels.

The sons of Feanor were awkwardly standing, looking at you with silence. You were also awkwardly staring at them, not knowing what to say. 

When your mom said her sons came back, you prepared to meet your seven older brothers and welcome them. 

However, this was awkward. 

They were at least centuries older than you and intimidating. You're like a tiny runt, compared to them. 

"Uhm..." Celegorm started, trying to figure out a way to break the silence. 

"You wanna beer?" He asked, holding a bottle. 

"She's 1100! (Or whatever is the elven equivalent of 11 years old)," Maglor said. 

"I don't know! what am I supposed to do with that!" Celegorm defended himself. 

Boys started arguing while you stood there awkwardly. 

Nerdanel and Feanor were watching this from the table. 

"You know, I would have appreciated if you told me you were going to do something like this," Feanor looked at his wife. "Why? Weren't the silmarils more important?" She asked while taking a sip from her teacup. Feanor stood quiet, not sure how to answer that. "You refused to spare me one son from your ridiculous oath, so what I was gonna do when you all left me all alone in our empty house was none of your business," She said. "And I can do what the fuck I want, so deal with it," She added. Feanor sighed. This might have been inevitable. 

"And besides. I was fine having three sons then you failed to give me a daughter four times in a row. And last time, you gave me twins," Nerdanel stated. "So now we have a daughter, so you better get used to it because it doesn't matter if you like it or not," She added. Feanor exhaled. If the situation was different, he might have objected, but Nerdanel now had the power to send him back to Mandos, so there was no arguing with her. He might as well get used to having an eighth child now. 

How your lives changed after that awkward meeting. 

-The boys were shocked when Nerdanel brought you along to meet them and thought their mother moved on and had a child with another, but Nerdanel quickly dismissed that. She didn't have the energy to go through something like that again. 

-Adoption was easier. 

-You were intimidated and nervous to meet them. You have heard about the kinslaying and the crimes that happened. People talked about them a lot, so it wasn't a secret. 

-You're also used to the life when it's just you and mom, so you were also nervous about how your lives were gonna change with them coming back. 

-The first meeting was awkward, and no one knew what to say. Luckily, it changed when you all went home. 

-One of the boys had to switch rooms since you took it for yourself. Others were fine with it if you took one of their room. Celegorm and Curufin are the only ones to sulk about it if you stole one of their rooms. 

-You and Nerdanel were used to doing things by yourselves, so Feanor and the boys needed to adapt to your lifestyle. Without servants. 

-It was domestic chaos at first. Maedhros, Maglor, and Caranthir were the only ones who knew how to do chores. The twins were hopeless at first. Celegorm only knew how to make a mess, and Curufin had too much pride to touch anything dirty. 

-Nerdanel, however, had the command over the house, so one strick yell is enough to make Curufin do his chores. 

-Amrod and Amras were the first ones you got along with very well. 

-Since they were no longer the youngest of the family, they decided to take their new roles as older brothers seriously and treated you well. 

-They even help you with chores most of the time. 

-Even though; they were hopeless when it came to basic chores. They're used to living in the wild, hunting things. So you have to teach them a little. 

-You might have become their new partner in crime when it came to pranks. 

-Maglor and Caranthir were next you got along with very well. 

-Maglor was welcoming and made some effort to treat you like family. 

-You absolutely love his music, and he sometimes sings to you when you have a hard time falling asleep. 

-Caranthir was a bit unsure at first but treated you well and made some effort to get to know you. 

-You were fascinated by his knitting skills, so you two bonded over as he taught you how to knit, and you two would talk about a lot of things. 

-That then led you two to give your works as a gift to Nerdanel, who was happy that you two got along. 

-You two shared some things in common and loved mom, so you two got along like bread and butter. 

 -Celegorm and Curufin were more difficult to get along with. 

-Celegorm was a bit more on the wild side and loud, while you liked peace and silence. 

-Curufin was a bit mean and had too much pride, so you ended up mostly avoiding him. 

-Celegorm does try to have a good relationship with you, but his teasing can be too much sometimes. 

-You did like Huan, so that was a good thing. 

-Huan was very welcoming and kept Celegorm out of your boundaries.

-You might have considered stealing Huan for yourself, but he was a good boy and remained loyal to Celegorm despite the incident with Luthien.  

-Celegorm got his head out of the clouds, and couldn't stay mad at his canine friend, so the two made up, and it was all good in the end. 

-Maedhros was a bit tricky at first. It wasn't that he didn't like you. He still felt guilt for every bad thing he committed in the past. 

-You were pure and innocent, so he tended to avoid you. He did treat you well and offered his help if you needed any. 

-So you had to make some effort to get close to him. 

-Since Nerdanel taught you to be more empathic with others, you wanted to help Maedhros with his guilt and trauma. 

-So you spend some time with him in the late afternoons with blankets and warm drinks you made for him. Nerdanel once used this method to comfort you, and it usually worked, so you decided to do the same. 

-You ask him things about middle earth, and he would tell you stories you would find fascinating. 

-It made him feel a little better, and slowly he began warming up to you. 

-He appreciated your effort to help and started avoiding you less. 

-You could always count on him if your other brothers were troublesome or too much for you. 

-One thing boys had to learn was that Nerdanel was on your side if it came to arguments or quarrels. 

-They have to think twice before crossing you because all it takes is you aggressively painting a mess on the face of their statue and mom comes right yelling. They don't have her favor like all those years ago when they were younger. 

-And as an extra. The individual has to wash their statue from the paint. 

-Nerdanel was more strict with them, so you could literally get away with anything. 

-Not that you would do anything to upset her. You love her too much to do anything terrible. You fear her disappointment more than anything. 

-Feanor was another who mostly avoided you. 

-He didn't dislike you. He just didn't know how to interact with you. 

-He was glad that Nerdanel was happy with you, so he doesn't want to ruin that for her. 

-The oath caused him to have a strained relationship with Nerdanel, and even his sons were sour with him. 

-Things would have been better if he didn't go crazy about the silmarils, and he realized that too late. 

-So he doesn't want to have another soul to despise him for what happened. 

-However, you wanted to try to help fix things up a little because watching your mom and Feanor interact was sometimes painful to watch, especially when your mom was super snappy with him. 

-The atmosphere was also like they got forced to live under the same roof. 

-So, with the help of your brothers. You all worked together to ease the tension between them and help love each other again. 

-It was a lot of work, but the tension lowered a lot, and Feanor's risk of ruining his marriage became low. 

-The two still had some quarrels, and Nerdanel was still the boss. Feanor then made some effort to be welcoming and treat you like family since you technically saved his marriage. 

-He then considered you were not too bad and very talented in painting. 

-When people heard about you, they were worried since Feanor had eight children now. 

-Luckily, most of the people know you're Nerdanel's adopted daughter, so they were pretty chill about it. They were more interested in how your family drama will turn out. 

-So you don't get discriminated. No one really dares to because that one time when someone insulted you, Nerdanel came to your defense and threw an epic fit. 

-No one insults you under her watch. 

-So people were more afraid of your mother than your father and seven brothers. No one knows what she would do if something terrible happened to you, and no one is eager to find out. 

-So you were safe from rumors and discrimination. 

-You met Feanor's half side of the family before, and they're all good to you. 

-Anaire was still your favorite aunt, and you respected Fingolfin, who was kind and thanked you and Nerdanel for caring for his wife. 

-Your favorite cousins are Fingon, Argon, Aredhel, and Finrod because they sometimes kept you company before your brothers came around. 

-So no one in your big family minds if you were adopted. They pretty much got used to it having you around. 

-And they rather not go against Nerdanel since her temper grew spicy since first age. 

-People do find you confusing. You don't seem to share the same temper as your family, but unknown to them. They were wrong. 

-You are calm, most of the time, but after your brothers came to live with you and mom. You were pretty easily pissed off when annoyed enough. 

-You get annoyed if you get pranked too much. 

-No one is allowed in your painting room and touch your stuff. 

-You get snappy if someone laid their dirty hands on your paintings.

-And that one time, Celegorm pissed you off big time because he kept teasing and didn't leave you alone, so you grabbed one of the paintings and smashed it right into his face. 

-His head went through the canvas, and then the whole family burst into laughter. 

-The painting was a portrait of a woman, and his head went through the spot her head should be, making it look like he had boobs and a body of a woman. 

-You were more annoyed, though. You realized too late that was a commission from someone. You had to start the thing all over again.

-You know how to control your temper most of the time, but if someone was to witness your anger fit. You could easily be mistaken to be actually related to the feanorians.  

[septenstell-third]

Confrontation

Mean!Maedhros x Human!Fem!Reader

Warning(s): slight angst, so much pining omg, Maedhros is a jerk here, depressed Maglor lmao, plus I used enemies to lovers trope… and I get a lil bit carried away

Synopsis: You are a human in Himring, saved by the guards from an orc ambush—leaving you the only one staying as your group continue their journey. Upon knowing that Maedhros was the one who saved you, you want to thank him for what he’s done.

Sadly, it doesn’t turn out pretty well as you expect it to be.

A/N: The reader is a close friend of Maglor because- well, as you can see, they radiate gen z energy so much and I refuse to believe that these two aren’t depressed lol. Anyways, the reader is at the age of 25 and I made Maedhros a bit of a prick… and I apologize for my English pls + not beta’d

Read this on AO3!

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“I am afraid I cannot help you with it,” Maglor spoke firmly.

You groaned, “why though? You’re his brother, are you not?” You didn’t care that you were being friend with one of the Fëanorians. Their reputation was bad, horrible even, but those were in the past. As long as they didn’t do it right now, it wasn’t your problem. You had no rights to judge them for it, you weren’t there when they did the kinslayings.

“Yes, but that does not matter. You have to do it yourself,” the harp-player insisted. His expression didn’t say that he was interested, but you knew him like you two were siblings. Pretty surprisingly, he opened up to you not long after you interacted with him—not about the kinslayings, of course—and you both became close very quick. Maedhros was shocked that Maglor could make a human friend when the singer couldn’t even make an elf talking to him.

Sighing, you casted a glance far to the north, there the everlasting darkness took place—making it the most feared area anyone could ever lay their feet upon. You didn’t want to think much about it, let it be; when it comes the time of your death, you shall accept it with great pride. And as your eyes wandered there, Maglor caught the glimpse of sadness of that in your face.

“Do you really want to thank him? It has been five months,” He asked for the fifth time of the day. He couldn’t understand your dire need to show your gratitude towards his brother; after all, they had saved many people. And killed much, too. “Why the rushed timing?” He continued.

“It’s not rushed, Kano, I’ve been waiting to do this since you told me that he was the one who saved me. Nobody ever did that for me and it’s just… I don’t know. I have to thank him, but I need your help for that,” you cleared your throat, thinking that you showed Maglor your feelings for his brother. To admit, yes you did have a crush on Maedhros, but it was very little.

Maglor raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Ah, so you like him, then?”

“That’s- that’s not what I said!” You felt heat in your cheeks.

“Lovely. I think it would be great if you become my sister-in-law, is it not? What a time to be alive,” he teased, and you wanted nothing more than to smack his face. Weird. He had never been annoying like this, no- he had never developed this personality. Where had he been?

“Stop twisting my words, Kano! Eru, what happened to you?” Even though you were annoyed, you kept a playful tone. He was still higher than you, you remembered, with you being a human.

This time, he looked grim. “I lost my brother is all.”

You didn’t know the context, but you dared not to speak. And as you two fell in silence, you could feel a stare behind your back. Perhaps Maglor felt it too, for the two of you turned around in sync to see who or what it was. There was nothing, nobody.

He gazed dead at you in the eyes. “What was that?”

Shrugging, suddenly the air surrounding you felt cold. “I don’t know.”

;

“So, are you in or not?” You asked, despite knowing Maglor’s answer. You just wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t interfere with your plans, although he of course wouldn’t—he wasn’t the person that would throw pranks at you—but you needed to know that he would stay still.

Maglor sighed, his long legs making him seemed to walk more than one meter each step, and you hated the way your short legs carried you. He was tall, and you couldn’t imagine how taller his brother was. Yes, you’ve met Maedhros several times, but not those that were pretty close. You always saw him from afar, it was best to stay like that; nevertheless, you had to break it because your inner proper manners insisted on thanking him.

“You know my answer,” Maglor said, turning to his left. You were following him because both of you had the same direction; Maedhros’ office. Maglor’s purpose was to say whatever news he had, and your purpose was clear—but you had no idea how would you do it.

Upon reaching the place, you stopped; leaving Maglor confused. You stared at him, trying to capture the helpless expression to catch his attention. “Please? Help me, Kano?” You pleaded.

He appeared to be unreadable, you couldn’t even know how he managed to keep the straight face. At last, he dropped his mask, and sighing: “alright, little human, but just this one time. Okay?” He pointed his hand to you, honestly, it looked cute when he was doing that.

You held the urge to jump in the air and shouting yes, so instead you hugged him. You didn’t know if it was appropriate or not, you didn’t care, Maglor was your friend and he would always be. This is only time you’ve had a friend, a really-close friend at that, more so an elf friend.

“M’kay captain!” You let go of your hug as you felt Maglor tensed, perhaps because he was a dumbass awkward at social interaction; and so were you. “So, let’s do this?” You grinned.

He zoned out for a moment before blinking his eyes back and forth. “Oh, yea, okay.”

;

You regretted the decision. When you and Maglor first stepped in his brother’s office, all of a sudden, the redhead just went straight to the harp-player—and punched him in the face. You didn’t know what happened, but you weren’t going to sit still as they fight; no, more like Maedhros knocked the life out of his brother while Maglor accepted it.

It was going to be tough; you knew it, you weren’t supposed to bother them. You would be annoying and Maedhros would kick you from Himring, but Maglor was right there—Maglor was right there! You couldn’t just let him like that, he was your friend! The one you’ve had when you were desperate, the one who cheer you up when you were sad, even if it was like five months friendship!

Thus, you ran to Maedhros to stop him from beating his brother to death. “Lord Maedhros, stop! It’s your brother!” You shouted, eventually made the redhead did, but frowning at you.

“Why are you here?” He asked, ending it with your name. He stood up, casually opening a bottle of wine after almost killed his own brother—and then poured the wine to a glass, drinking it.

Perplexed, you asked back as you helped Maglor to sit. “Wha-? How do you know my name?”

Maedhros laughed. “Maglor told me a lot about you.”

You turned your head to the said person, he was grinning weakly at you, his nose bleeding. “Kano? Care to explain? I thought we agreed of not telling anything about myself to anyone?” You didn’t feel betrayed, no, you didn’t—it was just that, why would Maglor break the promise? Not like you two’s relationship was private, everyone could see that both of you were friends; it was that they agreed on a deal that they wouldn’t tell a single person about what were they like.

Maglor stayed silent, while it was his brother who was the one to say. “Kano? What a nickname you have. How close are you two, actually?” He jerked, continuing on teasing you.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you didn’t know that he was such a prick. “I- what is going on?”

Maedhros sipped his wine, saying, “nothing. Maglor made a mistake is all.” They truly are brothers.

“And do you think he deserved to be punished like this even if he’s making a mistake? You’re his brother!” You decided to step out of line a little bit. “Siblings don’t punch each other.”

The redhead simply smirked. “What if your brother stole your money from you?”

So all of this fight was for money? You couldn’t believe that the ‘noble’ Lord Maedhros would care about it. “Well, I’d forgive him! He’s still my brother, after all, and the money could be returned. You know what’s not?” Standing up, you almost backed down because of the height difference you and Maedhros had—but you didn’t, and spoke. “Memory. The memories.”

Maedhros burst out laughing, “what does a human of short age know about memories?” He scowled, putting his glass who was empty to the table he sat on. Even when he was sitting, he was still far taller than you were—let alone when he straightened up his posture. “You are not one who participated in Nirnaeth Arnoediad, a silly little human maiden, you do not know anything about memory—the feelings of regret when you could not save everyone and you have to remember it all over again, every night, every day and you can not forget all of them because you are an elf! Do you think it is a gift that we have this sharp-memory thing? No, it is not!” He snapped.

He has a point though, you admitted in your mind. “If I were an elf, I would not regret every single thing I’ve done in my life. Because I do good things, not like you, and even—even if I couldn’t save everyone, I know it wasn’t my fault because it’s not my job to make sure that everyone is safe—of course it’s different when you’ve killed people.” You smiled triumphantly.

The glint in Maedhros’ eyes were terrifying. “Be careful with your words there, human.”

“I have a name!” You shouted.

He moved so fast you blinked and then he was in front of you the very right minute. Towering over you that couldn’t even reach his shoulder. “You do not deserve the name if you disrespect me,” he hissed, glancing at Maglor who was sitting near you, dripping blood—before glaring at you again. “How could you, kin of men, capture the heart of my brother?” His tone mocking.

Instead of confused, you simply laughed. “Perhaps men aren’t weak after all,” you said. “You know what, Lord Maedhros?” You chose to challenge him, at last; while he kept his expressionless appearance. “At first I wanted to thank you for saving my life back the day, but seeing that you’re like this—” You pointed your hand at his chest, your neck hurt from looking up too much to see his face: “I don’t think you deserve any gratitude for being such a prick.”

Maedhros exhaled sharply, clenching his jaw so hard you could feel fear within your eyes. “Human, I forgot that they do not have manners. Apparently, it is a great decision I made back then, that I chose not to save your friend. What has his name again? Ah, Bortheol, is it not? Such a shame he had to die, he was a gentleman nevertheless, putting you first before himself.”

You tensed. Bortheol was your… lover. When the orc ambush came, he defended the group—including you. You indeed knew how to fight, but not as good as he did. What was he saying? Rushing, you pushed Maedhros as strong as you could, “what are you talking about?!” Tears pricking down your cheeks, “you know nothing about him! How dare you to say such things!”

Expectedly, the redhead pushed you back, immediately took control of the two of you. “Bortheol could be saved, but it was common that humans always act foolish. He told me to save you instead—although I am sure that you could be no use of advantage here.” He sneered.

“You could’ve had brought him too!” You didn’t care about the last sentence, you could only focus on the first and second.

“Again, what use could a human be with no strength? Even if we could heal him, he would not be capable of walking—thus, he could not fight. And in these darker days, we need warriors, soldiers; not a disabled man.” His gaze on you was piercing, harsh eyes staring at yours.

You snorted, couldn’t believe that he was making fun of himself. “Look at yourself, my lord.”

“Are you, by any means, trying to annoy me?” Maedhros retorted.

“No, my lord, I’m just stating the facts that are there.” You uttered. “Besides, sure, if Bortheol couldn’t be saved, but at least let me die with him. Because I would rather die than be saved by someone like you.” It was with courage that you could say that to the first son of Fëanor.

You crouched down to help Maglor stood, walking out of the room without looking at Maedhros.

“What do you mean by someone like me?” The redhead asked.

Stopping your walk, you sighed. “A mass murderer, I suppose.”

“Maglor is one, too.” He scoffed.

“And? I don’t care. At least he isn’t a jerk like his brother is.” You muttered before moving again, now completely out of Maedhros’ eyesight.

If he wasn’t being such a prick, you’d thank him for what he had done.

[theelvenhaven]

Keep your hands to yourself

Caranthir x Reader

2.4k words

Wrote this in January and wanted to share now as a bonus since things are going so slow rn with requests.

Celegorm and Curufin know JUST how to get under their brothers skin! This time they decide to do it through you, but Caranthir has little to no tolerance when their little game involves you.

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Caranthir kept his hand on your lower back standing close to you. A goblet of wine in both of your hands and both dressed exquisitely for tonight's event in Thargelion. His long black hair draped down his black clad back of his velvet robes. Rich silver embroidery on the hems of his robes, with a beautiful burgundy sateen tunic that framed his neck and jaw line beautifully.

His gray eyes intense but relaxed... gazing down at you. Admiring your beauty. Your long hair intricately put up in a bun, pins with gems of starlight on them were strew in your beautiful hair. A gown of crushed burgundy velvet hugged your figure alluringly... A v - cut neckline tastefully exposing your delicate collarbones and the starlight gem necklace resting there.

If Caranthir trailed his finger tips a little higher and over the beaded work he'd get a small taste of your perfect bare back exposed in the cut out. And Eru how he admired the way the gown he embroidered and beaded for you looked on you. He was hardly paying attention to the councilman before you both.

He hardly even heard a word he spoke, though he suspected what it was about. Though the councilman wasn't foolish enough to repeat what he said. Not wanting to sour the Lord's seemingly quiet mood. With Caranthir as your husband, you knew this was his pleasant mood. And in private, a slightly more cuddly Caranthir would come out.

Even if others thought him to be prickly. When it came to you, he was wrapped around your finger. Especially when it came to your affections. You said something in return to the Councilman who meekly and politely smiled to you, dismissing himself. After a moment you looked up at your handsome husband, a small smile pulling at your lips.

"Yes, mírë?" He asked softly in his deep velvety voice, using his affectionate name for you. It meant jewel, treasure or precious thing. And while you were by no means a physical object to obtain, he viewed you as the most precious thing to him even if he rarely voiced it. It was hard not to know how he felt about you, as Caranthir showed it in many different ways.

"Were you even paying attention?" You asked him, humored by his lack of diplomacy. A faint smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he stared down at your small and delicate form. Your voice drowning out the sounds of this banquet around him, for which he was more than grateful for.

As far as he was concerned these were held for the benefit of traders and perhaps even the morale of his people, the added benefit was seeing you so dressed up. Other than that he hated these, it was just another excuse to hound the already busy Lord on things he was trying to tend too.

"I'm afraid more beautiful sights had my attention..." His fingers on the small of your back began to draw soft circles. Caranthir had spoken to you genuinely, and since being married he was more attentive to complimenting you. Almost as if he was unable to help himself despite how gruff and grumpy he came off. It hadn't even been a year but he was undoubtedly obsessed and enamored with everything about you. Yet in the same breath, he was petrified of you leaving.

Or more importantly being snatched by an enemy be it an orc or an ellon much more charming and with no horrific temper and an oath tying you both to a horrible fate. Quietly he leaned forward, pressing his cold lips to your forehead in a rare public display. Your hand resting on his bicep as he pulled you a little closer, savoring his lingering affections. The surroundings melting away as you couldn't help but be absorbed into him.

Both of you craving every single bit of one another's affections. Soft kisses, warm hands gently caressing one another, arms wrapped around you and laying on is broad chest. The safest place in all of Thargelion for you to be. Before the two of you could descend further into each other- in perhaps making a get away- a voice made your husband tense.

"Brother!" You and Caranthir heard from behind him, a heavy huff leaving his lips and you could feel the glare already forming. You had yet to meet this sibling, very aware he had six brothers. You knew one had passed away, and had the pleasure of meeting Maedhros and Maglor when you two wed. Amrod keeping mostly to himself even when he visited his brother, so you'd seen him but hadn't met. But Celegorm and Curufin... Caranthir seemed determined to keep you hidden from the two of them.

Unceremoniously he pulled away, arm seemingly wrapping tighter around your hip as he faced an almost silver haired ellon and another ellon with black hair like Caranthir's. Even blue in tint in the light just like Cara's. A smirk pulling at their lips as their eyes immediately fell on you, almost making you feel like cornered prey and the sense they thought of you to be beneath them. But Caranthir's aura was undoubtedly protective, easing some of that helplessness you felt.

"Brothers..." He grumbled, hands tightening on his goblet as he brought it up tensely to his lips to drink. Eyes never leaving Celegorm and Curufin, watching them with great intensity even as they shifted to stand comfortably his eyes were trained on them. Celegorm finally brought his eyes from you and back to his brother, the smirk never leaving his lips.

"Shall you introduce us to your beautiful wife? Or shall we do it for you? Considering we weren't invited to the wedding it is the least you could do." Celegorm made sure to put emphasis on complimenting your beauty, and quick to throw out that they had been purposefully overlooked. You only heard another sigh come from Caranthir- who refused to loosen his grip on you.

"This is one of my eldest brothers Celegorm-" Caranthir began in a huffy voice, extending his free hand to the blond, bright eyed ellon. Celegorm nodded his head deeply to you before exchanging a wistful glance with Curufin.

"And this is my younger brother, Curufin." He continued in his same huffy annoyed voice, Curufin politely nodded his to you. Though their displayed respects didn't do anything to ease the ever growing aura of tension and danger.

"And dear brothers-" He hissed out, "this is MY wife." Caranthir hadn't told you much of Celegorm and Curufin. Other than the fact that they could be trouble, and more often than not he had explained they loved to tag team your poor husband. This prompted him to have warned you if this day ever came, that they knew JUST how to send him into a bought of rage.

"It is a pleasure." You said politely back to them with a smile of your own, mindful to stay respectful as you didn't know them, and almost everyone annoyed Cara- except for you. The two exchanged another glance, Celegorm's eyes narrowing in on you once more as Curufin turned his attention to his brother.

"Dear brother, please be a good host and fetch a drink for us. I'm afraid I don't know who to flag down." Curufin began out a glint of amusement finding his eye as he looked from you and back to their brother. You could almost hear his teeth beginning to grind together, your eyebrows raised in response to the way Curufin blatantly ordered him around.

"The wine table is just over there, forgive me but I'd prefer to stay in the company of my husband." You interjected on his behalf, sensing how his anger was winding up to be white hot. Caranthir said nothing drilling a hole into the two of them, Celegorm only looking to you with mirth at your attempt to placate and diffuse the situation.

"Curufin our dear brother lets a Lady speak for him now." If you had known the brothers better you'd have openly rolled your eyes in annoyance at Celegorm's ability to twist this situation around to irate Cara further. But your husband said nothing, not really wanting to show you his unstoppable rage. This whole year he had managed to keep a handle on his rage in front of you, now once you weren't around that didn't mean furniture and glass items were destroyed. Though that streak was certainly being put to the test now,

"Mm with an elf as lovely as she, I'd let her speak for me too... Amongst other things." Curufin said eyes oncing over your form as he stood stoically, a hint of interest finding his voice. This was clearly striking a nerve as Caranthir's hand squeezed your hip firmly, he had sensed your immediate discomfort. Spiking his need to protect you further from whatever else they might spout out in their need to pick on him.

"Leave her out of this." Caranthir hissed out, refusing you the very idea of them using you against him. You were his wife for Eru's sake! Not a silly little chess piece or trinket to be toyed with! Not a single elf seemed to pay this situation any mind, showing how regular this really was, and as much as Caranthir would hate it in this moment you couldn't help but sympathize with him...

"Come now Carnistir! We only mean it as a compliment!" Celegorm laughed out joyously, and if it wouldn't make the situation worse you'd absolutely put yourself protectively between him and Caranthir. You had siblings too, sisters though. So you didn't understand this need to distress their brother so badly and desperately did you want it to stop. You were sensing there was a tipping point and felt that perhaps now was your opportunity to escape so you could calm him.

"My love, let us retire hm?" You began moving to grab his and pulling gently to move past them. But in doing so it put you closer to Curufin, whose hand shot out to your back, resting against the exposed skin. Immediately you blushed bristling at his touch, feeling his hand slide around to grip your hip snugly.

“Come now, Lady Y/N, I insist that you stay and join us for a couple of drinks.” Celegorm urged in a smooth and charming voice leaning forward to be closer to you. The close interaction didn't last for very long as with ease your husband yanked you away.

Unintentionally jolting you forcefully making you stumble, Caranthir throwing the goblet off to the side as he grabbed his brothers wrist tightly, shoving Celegrom away in the process with his now free hand. His fury at its peak just from him touching your bare skin and gripping your hip the way he had so possessively. Curufin grimaced, jaw tensing as a glare crossed his features, easily rivaling their fathers.

But this was Curufin not their Atar. And there was nothing Curufin could do to put the fear of Eru in Caranthir. Especially when it came to you, Curufin was at a higher risk of physical ruin than Caranthir was. The tension hung heavy in the air, wound so tightly your fingernails could tear right through it.

"Keep your filthy hands off of MY wife do you understand me?" Caranthir standing so close their noses almost touched as now it was a battle of wills. Seeking his opportunity to perhaps check on you, not missing how you were slung away from the so called danger, Celegorm moving to step around Caranthir. You only watched with wide eyes as his other hand moved out to grab the collar of his green tunic.

"This is my only warning dear brother." His voice dripping with sarcastic venom and you couldn't help your body reacting with such fear from how feral he seemed to become in his quest to protect you. Every muscle in his body rigid and ready to strike them HOWEVER he had too. The four of you were silent, no one wanting to relent to the other but Celegorm and Curufin knew they'd be fools not too.

There was no Maedhros and Maglor to even attempt to pry him off them once Caranthir threw the first punch. And there was no way in all of Arda you could even attempt to calm that fire once it would be set ablaze. Not until the threat understood its place, only then would he relent.

"Are we understood?" He seethed through his gritted teeth, turning his attention to Celegorm who only scoffed out a chuckle, holding up his arms in surrender.

"Alright, we are understood Carnistir." Celegorm spoke with a grin, it was only then he released Celegorm who straightened out his tunic.

"Isn't that right Curufin?" Celegorm asked his brother sensing their fun was most certainly over... For now. The two were watching Curufin carefully who finally nodded though the stoic stance never wavering. Caranthir shoved his brother away from the two of you as you finally worked up your nerve to approach him,

"Cara?" You asked in a small voice with more emotion than you intended to convey, Caranthir felt angry guilt slam into him hearing you. You had only ever heard of his temper reaching to this extreme, always having the luxury at Caranthir's insistence to avoid this part of his anger. Even though you knew you'd be bound to witness this kind of violent fury it didn't make it any less scary.

You were now afraid of him and it was all because his brothers pushed him so hard, now he surely thought you'd see him as a monster. Slowly he turned to face you, red cheeks far more crimson than normal. Eyes fierce and you could almost see a literal fire blazing in them, his body standing tense and ready to attack but he made no move to attack you. He wouldn't dare.

His brothers were quiet as they watched you approach him, both mildly impressed that you still seemed to want to cozy up to the Prince despite how terrifying he was like this. Your small hand slipping into his big calloused one that gently squeezed as he breathed out shakily. Caranthir didn't miss the tears you were trying to fight...

"Let us retire now?" His voice shook with anger but Caranthir was trying desperately to calm himself for your sake. You nodded at his words, thumb rubbing against your soft hand before pulling you with calculated care into his side, and without missing another beat the two of you walked towards the exit of the banquet hall.

No one seemingly paying you two any mind, anyone who did quickly changed their mind once they caught a glimpse of their Lord. For now he'd leave Celegorm and Curufin to stew on their only warning before he'd even consider dealing with them tomorrow. His only concern now was soothing you and his anger, and was grateful his brothers had enough smarts between the two of them to allow you both time alone.

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@saviorsong​ @oathandichor @fandom-hoe101 @lilmelily

[tolkien-fics]

oh! maybe would you do a maedhros fic where the reader is an artist and illustrates plants for a living and brings him along with her to search for plants to draw? or a glorfindel fic where the reader has an AWFUL day at work and needs some cheering up so they have a cozy evening together? don’t feel obligated to do either of these!! have a lovely day/evening!

Word Count: 529

Trigger Warnings: N/A just fluff and slight jealousy

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Okay so I liked both of these ideas so I’m gonna write both because I love them so much. Glorfindel fic will be separate. I have an original-not so original character called Sereia who is basically fem!Amrod so I decided to add her in here! Also sorry this isn’t my best work!

“This way, Mae!” You called, paint set in one hand, canvas and easel in the other as you strolled in the garden, trying to find a good spot.

“What about this rose bush?” Maedhros hung around a bit behind you, admiring a beautiful, crimson rose bush. The plant had plenty of flowers on.

You looked back, crinkling your nose. “Hmm..maybe not. I mean, I don’t think I could do it justice.”

Maedhros chuckled, “You could capture the beauty of a thousand stars if you wished to paint them, dear.”

A flush came over your cheeks, not used to being complemented. Your art always caught the attention of others, but you still felt a bit insecure at times. After all, there are always critics.

“Come. I’ll show you a good spot.” The feanorian motioned his head for you to follow him, which you did slightly confused.

Other plants and flowers were passed on your short journey which caught your attention, maybe you would come back another day to paint those. The fragrance hit your nostrils, something you loved about the garden.

“Maedhros, the show is in a week. Do you really think people will want to buy my work?”

“I have no doubts, my love.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, placing an arm around your shoulder and bringing you close as you both walked.

“Sereia!” Maedhros called to a young woman, who looked a bit similar to himself. She had the same fiery hair, give or take a few shades darker. Anyone could have mistaken her for being part of the elven guard, for she had a warrior energy surrounding her. However, you didn’t know about his sister.

Your heart sank when the girl looked up from her own canvas, grinned and hugged the red haired elf. You and Maedhros hadn’t officially started courting yet, but you had both made your feelings known for one another.

“Oh! This must be Y/n?” The elleth asked, smiling at you.

You set up your easel, fighting the slight jealousy, pushing it down to the pit of your stomach.

“I am.” You confirmed with a smile, you wasn’t one for getting jealous easily so you felt a bit of disappointment in yourself.

“I’m Sereia, his sister.” She introduced, dipping her paint brush into a green colour. “Maedhros, you have not told her about me?”

He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, feeling called out. “I haven’t got around to it.”

Sereia grinned, “Yeah, yeah. Anyway Y/n, I’ve heard a lot about you. You paint for a living, correct?”

You nodded, shocked that Maedhros had told her about you. You thought he was quite the private person. Or maybe it was because he wanted his sister’s opinion on how to express his love to you.

“I do. What about you? Do you paint for a living or hobby?”

“Hobby.” Sereia confirmed with a smile. “But this spot is always a good place to come to. Plus I think my brother wanted you to meet me.” She giggled at the older feanorian’s blush.

Looking ahead, you saw a beautiful plant. There was no question about it, this was a good spot.

[saelwen]

Maedhros x Albino!Human!Reader Part 2

Maedhros x Albino!Human!Reader

Part One

Request by a lovely anon

How about a one shot of a albino reader with elf or valar of your choice because I can’t decide, there was so many choices and I like your writings.

Masterlist

Summary: You are an albino human, who is a healer. After picking up some herbs in the forest, you were met by a tall stranger in front of your home.

Warnings: FLUFF

Words: 1,400

After that beautiful cold night, you and Maedhros had begun courting. The elven King had taken you to his Kingdom, where you had built a massive store for your teas and potions.

When Maedhros had returned to the palace from his secret trips, everyone was shocked to see a pure white human girl with violet eyes follow him closely. The servants whispered horrible things about you as you passed by them, hearing them saying that you had put an evil spell on their King. You would only smile at them and continue with your daily life, ignoring their lies. You aren’t scared of what people thought of your and Maedhro's relationship but you were scared of his brothers' wrath.

The first time you met them was your second week in the palace. The seven brothers had traveled all week when they heard that their older brother had taken a human girl to his kingdom and on top of that, he was courting her.  

You remember the nerves you felt when the massive doors of the throne room open, reveling seven Noldor princes. Their faces were neutral except one, Caranthir, who was looking at you a fierce glare. Throwing you sharp daggers. The rest of the brothers were calm but you could sense nerves hovering the air.

“Really?! A human?!.... Brother, I think you could do better than that pale thing over there!” Caranthir was the first to talk, his harsh words sting a little.

“Do not disrespect my Lady in mine or anyone else presence, little brother!...or else it will be consequences.” Maedhros’s voice was deep and calm but there was a touch of warning in it, making his younger brother roll his eyes and huff.

Maglor took a step forward and bow his head towards you, a small smile on his pale lips. “It’s an honor to meet you, my Lady!” he said gently. His younger brothers, the twins, follow right behind him. Greeting you politely.

You nod and smile softly. “It’s a great honor to meet you all, Yours Graces! Your brother has talked a lot about you,” you said to all of them, seeing in the corner of your eye Maedhros smiling proudly at you. He knew how nervous you were to meet his brothers and he was proud seeing you pushing away your fear and greet them with your head high.

Curufin looks to his older brother and frowns deeply. “What about the oath?... Do you wish to drag your Lady to our problems?” he said calmly.

Maedhros sigh and close his eyes, putting his hand on his head. “The oath is our problem... and I will verify that none of our problems come to Y/n,” he said firmly.

They all nod and walk to their chambers, leaving you and Maedhros alone all day which you took advantage of to go for a walk in the garden with him. Stealing gently kisses to one another.  

As the year has passed, you had become really close to Maedhros’s brothers. Maglor and the twins were the easiest to talk, always cheerful and happy to see you. Celegorm and Curufin were a bit hard but after a few months, they had warm up to you. Celegorm even had offered to teach you to hunt but Meadhros refused, saying that he wouldn’t put you at any risk.

Caranthir was another tale. He would usually stay away from you but his grey eyes were always fixed on you, studying every movement. But one day, as you were strolling in the garden alone. Happy to feel the cold wind hitting in your pale skin. Two elves come to you, their faces wrinkled with their frowns.

“What did you do to our King, Witch?!” one of them said while giving you a strong push, making you take a step back.

“W..What do you want from me?” you said, your body quivering in fear.

As the other elf was about to give you another push, Caranthir jump out of nowhere. The elves faces paled and they took a step back, bowing their heads to their Prince.

“Lift your filthy hands again towards my sister and it will be the last time that you will have hands!” his words were full of venom, making the two elves yelp in fear and run away.

He turns to you and gave you a small smirk which you return him a bright smile. You two become almost inseparable since that day, he was always saying that it was his dream to have a sister.

When you and Maedhros made a year of courting, he had taken you to a night stroll in the gardens. The moonlight bathes the beautiful garden which made it look magical, something that had come out from a fairytale.

“It’s a lovely night!” you said while sniffing one flower, humming in pleasure at the sweet smell of the beautiful plant.

“Yes, it is, Meleth nin.” Meadhros’s voice was full of love and passion, his beautiful grey eyes fixed on your form. “I can’t believe that it has passed a year since I've met you... and my love for you only grew,” he said with a soft voice, his eyes glowing with the moonlight.

You turn to him and smile, cupping his cheek gently. “I also can’t believe it but here we are...in love and happy,” you whisper quietly, pulling him into a passionate kiss which he gladly returns.

He pulls back and rests his forehead on yours, smiling nervously. “I’m not good with this kind of stuff and I think I will never be but...” he took a deep breath and pull a small velvet black box from his pocket. “I’ve loved you since I saw you coming out of that forest with a basket full of herbs...the only thing I could see was your pale chin and your rosy lips.” he chuckles a little and open the box, showing you the beautiful ring. It was simple but well crafted, with a small white diamond shining with the moonlight. “Y/n...Will you marry me?” as you hear his words, you jump to him. Saying yes over and over and over again, tears running down your eyes freely.

You two married the week after, wanting to be husband and wife as quick as possible. The wedding was small and only your closest friends were invited along with Meadhros’s brothers.

It was a beautiful day, the sun shining high in the sky and Maedhros had ordered to build a large tent for you to stay protected from the sun. During the ceremony, Maedhros’s brothers were a sobbing mess which made you giggle.  

Your thoughts were interrupted by the excited squeal of your five-year-old little girl running to you. “NANA!!... Help me! Uncle Caranthir is going to eat me!” she squeals as she climbs to your lap.

Lilith was born a year after the wedding. She was so small when she was born that you and Meadhros were worried that she would fell sick and die but she was stronger than you two had thought. Lilith had her father's hair and skin but she had your violet eyes and nose, making her true elvish beauty.

“Don’t worry, my love! I will protect you!” you said while shielding her from Caranthir, who was walking towards you two with a warm smile. Behind him was your beloved husband, who was smiling proudly to his daughter. He sat beside you and gave you and Lilith a soft kiss.

“Ada!” Lilith said cheerfully, jumping to her father’s lap. She wraps her little arms around his neck and cuddles to his chest.

Maedhros smile softly and rubs his large hands up and down on her small back, kissing gently her red hair. “Have you been good to your uncle, Lilith?” he asked with a teasing voice, seeing her giggle mischief.

“Yes!....we had prank uncle Celegorm and Uncle Curufin! We filled their wardrobe with ladies' clothes!” she said while giggling madly, making you both smile and roll your eyes.

Caranthir shrug and smirks. “You should have seen their faces,” he said while laughing.

You three stay the rest of the playing in the garden, playing hide and seek with Lilith.  

Never in your all life, you had thought that you could be this happy, to have a family of your own and a beautiful elven King to love you.

Hey Guys!!! So here is part two of Maedhros one shot!! I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

[doodle-pops]

Any comfort fic suggestions? Needing a pick me up 😅

Comfort/fluff fic recommendations:

From @icarus-fell-in-spring (I would suggest going through their entire silmarillion masterlist because they have amazing content esp for fluff/comfort)

One Lifetime — Maedhros x reader

Star Lit Sky — Maedhros x reader

A Rare Moment Of Peace — Maglor x reader

Contest — Celegorm x reader

The Calamity of Elvish Wine — Finrod x reader

Breakfast in Bed — Glorfindel x reader

Kingly — Fingon x reader

Sunflowers — Galdor x reader

Falling — Rog x reader

From @theelvenhaven

Freckles — Maedhros x reader

A Moment of Peace — Fingon x reader

Just A Little Longer — Elrohir x reader

Family Time — Elrohir x reader

From @eunoiaastralwings

Solace — Maedhros x reader

The Best Healer — Maedhros x reader

From @haveyounomemories

Summer Days — Thranduil x reader

Flower Crown — Thranduil x reader

Cuddles and Storm — Celebrimbor x reader

From @animatorweirdo

Mistletoe — Beleg x reader

From @lamemaster

The Prince My Sister Speaks Of — Rog x reader

Blinded By Love — Glorfindel x reader

Daughter-in-law Of The Feanorian Household — Maedhros x reader

From @elfy-elf-imagines

You come to my room and wake me up at 4am — Finrod x reader

Lovely to be Rained on With You — Glorfindel x reader

From @red-riding

Help, My Elf Is Broken — Finrod x reader

From @unipork22

Imperfectly Perfect — Finrod x reader

Soulmate Call — Maglor x reader

Being the Lady of the House of the Golden Flower — Glorfindel x reader (hc)

Okay, so I think that's all my brain can remember for now and I'd like to recommend to you. There are others I'd love to add, but it's hard to locate them since some blogs don't have a masterlist 😓.

[lamemaster]

The Glorious One

Request: Hi. I was wondering if you could write a fic, where Maedhros comes back from Angband and finds the female elf reader with a child and assumes she had given up on him and moved on. He decides to stay away from her life. The reader comes to him with their son, but he keeps his distance and still believes he ( son ) is someone else's son. Their son decides to participate in the war. Only for him to find out that the boy is his, after his death in the war. The reader and Maedhros had a heartfelt moment in the end.I hope you can understand this and it doesn't sound too confusing and complicated.

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Genre: Angst (caution- 100% concentrated angst)

Word Count: 3k

AN: Thanks for the request I loved writing it. Also, Baldur has been a long-time OC of mine so lmk if you would like to know more about it.

Part 2

The peaceful shores of Nevrast offer little comfort to your heart. The unease that hasn’t left you for the past months has followed you there.Yet, you wander these shores looking for the last hope. Your only hope.

Turgon had become your last resort. It was nearly a year since Maedhros’ capture and you were close to exhausting your options. The only remaining option now seemed to be Turgon. 

Related to you by your aunt Anaire, your mother’s sister, you believed Turgon to be the only one who could help you find Maedhros. You had begged Maglor and pleaded to an unrelenting Celegorm. You tried everyone but none answered.

But now that you find yourself closer to Turgon’s averting eyes, where lingers no love for his once half-cousin, you wonder if it were to be you. You would have left long ago, had there not been kicking signs of life in your belly. Yours and Maedhros’ child. 

You found it no later than when you first received the news of your beloved’s ambush. And now it became the only tether that kept you away from Maedhros. Maybe you had expected him to be back, for someone to care for him, for anyone of his extensive kin to go look for him. 

You desired for him to be here for the news. You wanted him to witness your growing belly or be there for the mornings of your sickness. You never talked about having children of your own but you knew how much it would have pleased Maedhros. How much he would love his child. 

So, by the quiet shores of the Nevrast, you wait for a time when you will be able to go look for your Nelyo. When you would be able to reunite the father of your child with them. 

The pains of your labor pass in the halls of Turgon. The day that you wished to spend by Maedhros is spent alone in pain. It seems unending and there is no one to hold your hand as your body tears itself. But that too passes away when you hear his first cries. 

Baldur, your son enters the world with shrill cries that drown yours. And just like this hope springs back into your life. He has come and Maedhros would as well. 

It is that day you start counting the time that you would be allowed to go look for Maedhros. One day when your son would be old enough to be by himself and you could bring Maedhros back. 

You spend years raising Baldur, who inherits your hair but glimpses of Maedhros reflect from his face. Cherishing every moment of his little life. Writing every passing moment down for when you will meet Maedhros.

So, it comes as a surprise when you hear the news of Maedhros’s return. Fingon rescued him from the cliffs of the Thangodrim. Holding your son Baldur’s little hand you make your way to Hirming. And on your way, you tell your son all of his father’s tales, his valor, his speech, his kindness, everything you remember your Maedhros as.

What greets you in Hirming is not a warm welcome…you did not expect that but a sense of hostility fills the air. Something that you did not expect to encounter. Not on the occasion of Maedhros’s return.

In your arms, Baldur excitedly whispers the name of each of his uncles. At least he tries to from whatever he can remember. Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, Curfin, Amrod, Amras, you have told him of all his uncles. Every single one of the big family he belongs to, even the ones separated by the sea.

“I must meet Maedhros,” you ask of Maglor who stops you outside of Maedhros’ door. Despite burying his head in your shoulder you can feel Baldur’s curiosity towards his uncles. The merry swing of his legs betray his excitement but your son has promised for Maedhros, his father to be the first one to be the one who he looks at. So, your darling waits with the patience of the most obedient elfling. 

You, however, unlike Baldur face the disdain on Maglor’s face who does not budge from the door. “Brother is unwell,” your heart drops at his words but Maglor continues, “Please leave.” Curt words grate on your nerves. There lingers a dangerous edge of Feanorian rage hidden in your brother-in-law’s voice. 

A dreadful sorrow fills your entire being as you re-adjust Baldur in your arms. 

“You don’t unde-”

“I understand well enough and so does Maitimo. We have all honored your wish to choose another so leave. Do not burden my brother with any more grief. Do not make him witness your child with another,” words that leave Maglor’s mouth leave you numb. 

“I would not…you know that Laure,” you try to explain to the ellon who does not believe anything that leaves your mouth. 

“My brother has honored you enough to offer you a home in Hirming but nothing more. So honor him in return and stay away.” Yet your mind focuses only on the slight wetness on your shoulder. Your son’s tears dampen your gown. Little hands that clutch your fabric close in a fist. How could he, who you shielded from every hurt, how could he be bared to such cruelty?

Your truth and your son’s truth go unheard. And you let it be for the prince you once knew to be your husband. The one who escapes your every sight. 

Maybe it is your last favor to him. A mercy of sparing him of the bond he seems to deny so vehemently. You do not burden him, who has suffered enough. 

 Concealed behind the thick curtains of his room, Maedhros observes you leave. His heart drowning in what seems the most painful of hurts. Moments ago, what had been his unconcealed joy now turns into despair.

He had felt the familiar flutter of his heartbeat your voice albeit strained but it had been your voice. The one he had craved for years of his capture. The voice of love from Valinor, the voice who stood by even in the hour of their dreadful doom. Your voice.

But the reality of the present comes crashing down. His brothers had told him of your choice. Your binding to another who lived in Nevrast. And despite all that happened, despite your betrayal, Maedhros could not blame you. It was for better that you remained away from the Maedhros of middle earth. It was better that for you he will always be the Nelyafinwe of Aman. Unscared ellon you loved. Not the broken husk he had become. And maybe just the act of your care of coming to visit him was enough. It was enough for Maedhros. He could not ask more of you.

He watches you leave his tower, it is then that he notices the mass on your shoulder, and his heart skips a beat. Resting on your shoulder is a mop of hair similar to yours. A tiny squished face and dazed slightly reddened eyes of an elfling. Your son. Yours and someone else’s, who wasn’t him, who he could never be.

Years later as Maedhros walks the paths of his celebrating soldiers, he for the first time feels the thrum of joy run through his veins. Dagor Aglareb, the glorious battle had been glorious indeed. A win against the dark lord.

The air feels fresher and the walls of Hirming more welcoming than they ever did. Maybe there was hope for them. With a thousand future plans forming in the eldest Feanorian’s brain, the victorious battalion made their way to the fortress. 

Yet, despite the joy that fills the party, the first night of the return is mellow. It is spent to honor the ones lost for the cause. There is a small number of them but that makes it even more important to honor those who took the fall for the cause of this world.

Heroes in their own right. It is members of a small segment led following an onslaught of a chunk of the orc army. Numbers smaller than the ones surviving. It is what most would call not a heavy loss. 

Carrying the list of departed, Maedhros spends the night comforting the families. He sits next to grieving wives and lamenting daughters. He does that earnestly. Their tears become his and their burden his. But he does not stop.

So, the world falls silent when his steps land him in front of your door. The one he has ignored for so long. And Maedhros’ heart thunders and an ominous feeling haunts him, leaving goosebumps lining his arms.

Baldur, Captain of the guard. Died following a party of orcs. The words written on his list haunt him. The handle to your door is cold. There is a solitary chill that creeps through the wooden door. 

Pushing open the door, Maedhros pauses as he takes in the scene in front of him. The entire room lies in disarray and in the middle of the broken glass pieces, a sea of cloaks, coats, pieces of paper, are seated you. 

With your hair undone, your hands bleeding onto the floor as pieces of glass dig deep into your skin. Maedhros finds you. Your face is full of blood, for a fleeting moment it alarms Maedhros only for you to smear it further as you wipe your tears.

“Baldur,” your voice is a whisper as your hug a cloak close to you. “Baldur,” you repeat and Maedhros notices how hoarse your voice is. He steps closer but you do not notice him.

“I am sorry for your loss,” formal words feel awkward on his tongue. “He was a great soldier. A captain worthy of his title,” Maedhros strings sentiments that do not come easy to him. He tries to imagine the captain he cannot remember. A distant face, he had not known to be your son. “Your son’s body is retrieved. You may ask his father-”

“His father will not come,” you interrupt him. Your voice so distant. Maedhros aches to hold you. Even through this, a sense of rage fills him. The unfairness of the ellon who left you to bear this alone. “Why not?” Maedhros questions back. 

“He does not know of his son. His father never knew how much his son cherished him. How much that child wished to be with him.” a cold seeping fear fills Maedhros. But he does not stop his next question. He cannot stop himself from asking you, “Who is it?” In some sense, he knows the answer.

You do not answer him. But Maedhros does not need words to know. He gingerly picks up one of the papers littered around you. It is written in a handwriting he has never seen but it feels hauntingly familiar nonetheless. 

Silence hangs heavy between you, the unspoken truths and the untold years of longing stretching out in the space. The ache in his chest grows unbearable as he takes in the sight of you, battered by grief and loss. His voice trembles as he finally speaks the words that have been lodged in his throat for far too long.

"I am sorry," he whispers, his voice laced with regret and a pang of profound sadness. “I am sorry,” he repeats as his soul seems to be ripping itself.

Dearest Father,

The day I meet you, I shall immediately demand my Ataresse. You must name with pride. Every day I work hard for that day. For that fated day when you will recognize me as your son. I know it will come and how proud you will be of me. I will work hard for it.

I wonder about you a lot. All of you. I have heard your tales from Mother, from your soldiers who seem to admire and respect you more than the Valar themselves. Father, your strength, your kindness, your valor, I admire them all. I hope that I too can become likes of you one day.

Your empathy for trying to save the boats, your humility in passing the crown to grand uncle Nolofinwe, your strength in remaining unyielding to the enemy. I love them all. Mother tells me that I am as tall as you and that I speak just like you. You must tell me if that is true when we meet.

My mother loves you intensely. She speaks of you with such fondness that even I cannot help but be endeared to you, who I have never met. I too wish to find to love like that once in my lifetime. But I shall only do that once I unite you and Mother.

And when that happens I will meet all my uncles and ask them more about you and them. I am writing this letter as I wait for the Hirming guard to respond back to my recruitment. I hope this step brings me closer to you. 

Until then father, I will pray that you will love me. 

With all my love,

Baldur

Dearest Father,

I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. It has been some time since I last wrote to you, and there are many things I wish to share with you.

I have recently been appointed as a squire to one of the knights of Hirming. It is a great honor, and I am learning a great deal from him. He speaks highly of your prowess in battle and your strategic brilliance. I strive to emulate your skills and make you proud.

Mother often tells me stories of your adventures and the battles you fought. She speaks of your unwavering courage and unwavering loyalty to your kin. I am in awe of your bravery, and I long to be a warrior like you.

Father, I have been practicing my archery skills diligently. I can now hit the target from greater distances, and I am improving my accuracy. I hope that one day, I will be as skilled as you were with a bow and arrow. I know you would be pleased to see my progress.

Sometimes, I sit beneath the stars and imagine what it would be like to have you by my side. To learn directly from you, to hear your words of wisdom, and to feel the strength of your embrace. I yearn for that day, Father, when we can be together as father and son.

I often wonder if you think of me, if you know of my existence. I hope that one day, you will hear of my achievements and be proud of the son you have. I dream of the moment when we will finally meet, when I can look into your eyes and see the love that only a father can give.

Until that day comes, Father, I will continue to train and strive to be the best version of myself. I will carry your name and your legacy with honor. I will make sure that the world knows of the great Maedhros and the love he has for his son.

With all my love and longing,

Baldur

Dearest Father,

Guess what?! Something amazing has happened! I can hardly contain my excitement as I write this letter to you!

I am thrilled to share with you that I have been chosen as the Captain of the Guard in Hirming! Can you believe it? I get to lead a whole group of brave warriors and protect our people. It's like a dream come true! I'm walking on air, Father!

Every day, I put on my shiny armor and hold my head high, just like you would. I feel so important and strong, just like the great Tulkas himself! Everyone looks up to me, and I make sure to lead with courage and honor, just like you taught me through Mother's stories.

Oh, Father, I can't help but imagine the day when I will finally meet you face to face. I'll run up to you, all covered in armor, and say, "Father, it's me, Baldur, your son!" And we'll hug and laugh and talk about all the adventures we'll have together.

I'm training harder than ever, Father. I want to be strong and skilled, just like you. Every swing of the sword, every strategic move, brings me closer to you. I can almost feel your presence guiding me, cheering me on. I'll make you proud, Father, I promise!

I have so many questions to ask you when we finally meet. I want to hear about all your epic battles, your wise words, and the lessons you've learned. And I can't wait to share my own stories with you too! We'll have the grandest adventures together, just you and me.

Until that magical day arrives, Father, know that I carry you in my heart always. Your spirit fuels my determination and gives me the courage to face any challenge. I'm counting down the days until we can be together, to laugh, to fight, and to create memories that will last a lifetime.

With overflowing excitement and love,

Your enthusiastic son, Baldur

Cheers of victory fill the empty field where Baldur lies. A smile creeps on his face. They made it. They had won. His father won. 

The sword that impales him seems to pin him to the ground but Baldur cannot care. Even as shreds of his soul are ripped from his body, the ellon is full of pride. 

The world blurs as his breaths come uneven and maybe he is indeed lost in a trance when he sees a blurry outline come walking towards him. He squints his eyes but it is hard to distinguish the battered armor that seems to be heading his way.

“Father,” he calls but no one replies.

Alcarinque, Maedhros names his son. The glorious one, who died in the glorious battle. 

[fuckedupamericangirl]

Hope Till Hope Creates

Maedhros x Reader

Preview for a new series im trying to write. It’s kinda like a Stardust inspired story.

A fallen star,

A broken prince,

And a hungry monster,

In a sullen land.

She wasn’t born to a child of Eru Ilúvatar. She was made from the remaining dust and gas that was left over from the creation of Arda, pulled together by the will of a primordial being. She was created to shine, brightly and beautifully for beings she never thought she would meet. She had no true life, no star did. They lived, but not truly not like the children, or even the dwarves. They had no free will and their only thoughts were of light. Stars are like a fire without wood or coal. They’re pretty to look at, but with nothing to change into ashes, they had no substance. So Imagine the surprise that awoke within a shining gold star when she started to fall, and so the being who was meant to think of nothing else but to radiate light started to think of other things.

Stars cannot fall! Stars can NOT fall because we are meant to shine. You are not falling because you shinning. If you are shinning you are not falling!

Another shocking surprise hit her pretty little head when she opened her eyes to find her fears reaffirmed. She was falling and shinning. She could see it with her own eyes, but she had never had eyes before so how could she know if what she saw was true?

Her question was answered quite quickly and painfully considering she hit the ground with enough force to cause the earth to shake. 

She tried to get up, but she’d never had legs before so they did not obey her commands and instead they decided to just wobbled about. She couldn't get up, but she could feel the earth between her toes and the wind against her skin. She felt alive truly alive. She could hear the winds sing, she should feel the earth’s warmth, and she could see the light of her sisters shinning down onto her and for a moment she was so caught up in the bliss of having a body that she forgot she was in pain. And as she’d never been in pain before it quickly overcame her and she fell into a deep slumber. 

All the sons of Feanor saw was a star fly across the sky and land somewhere in the vast hills of Himring. They felt the ground shake and saw the night sky be flooded in light. For hours the light that radiated from the point of impact dimmed and waned, but by the time the sons of Feanor had gotten to the source of the light they were shocked to find a naked girl in a creator the size of lake.

When they decided to come out in search of source of the light they had hoped to find nothing more than an unusually bright and long lived fire, but here they were trying to make their way to the bottom of a creator trying to save a damsel. 

[reader-rabbit]

Mobile Masterlist!

A masterlist of my writing for mobile (finally) because I figured out how to do it!

THE HOBBIT

Fili

An Even Fifteen (Fili x reader) A completed, almost book-length fanfiction posted in chapters.

Sunlight (Fili x reader) The reader makes a startling discovery while traveling with the Company.

Fili and Kili

Picnic for Three (no pairing specifically) request for Fili and Kili comforting reader after breakup.

Kili

A Little Laughter (Kili x reader)Kili finds the reader after a long day in the kitchens.

Gallant Prince (Kili x reader) Reader hasn’t been sleeping well, and Prince Kili notices, wanting to know why.

Storm Game (Kili x reader) Kili finds out that the reader is afraid of storms.

The Best Audience (Kili x dwarf!reader) The reader performs for the Durins, and has a particularly enthusiastic audience in Prince Kili.

Not a Joke (Kili x reader) The reader finds a pond and takes Kili along to guard her bath.

Love and Child’s Play (Kili x reader) After the Battle of the Five Armies, recovering Prince Kili discovers the reader’s blanket fort.

Fleeting Memory (Kili x reader) The reader awakes in the wilderness with no memory in the midst of Thorin Oakenshield’s company.

Thorin Oakenshield

Bedhead (Thorin x reader) drabble/one-shot inspired by “imagine your hair and Thorin’s hair getting tangled”

Problem Solving (Thorin x reader) sequel to “Bedhead”, inspired by “imagine cutting your hair and one of the company being disappointed because he wanted you to wear his courting braid"

A Few Burned Biscuits (Thorin x reader) After a rough week on the road, the reader and Thorin have a little chat under the stars.

Contrary Durins (Thorin x reader) Fili and Kili have been fighting over you since the journey began, and Thorin’s had just about enough of their nonsense.

Home (Thorin x reader) Thorin has requested a portrait of you, mistakenly assuming you mean to leave Erebor.

Nothing Halfway (Thorin x reader) You decide to play a good-natured prank on Thorin.

Broken (Thorin x reader) With Thorin deep in the throes of dragon sickness, the reader decides to try one last time to reach her beloved king.

Mended (Thorin x reader) The sequel to “Broken”, after the Battle of the Five Armies, Thorin recovers, but the reader is not ready to face him again.

Songbird (Thorin x reader) The sequel to “Silence”, You adjust to life with Thorin’s Company, and find yourself drawn to its charismatic leader.

Hope (Thorin x reader) You and Thorin found love in Middle Earth, but reality looms.

Ori

Little Thief (Ori x reader) The hobbit!reader’s clothes have been going missing, and she’s determined to find the thief.

Bilbo Baggins

Close the Distance (Bilbo x reader) Bilbo and the hobbit!reader are at a party in the Shire, and he’s been staring longingly at you without a word.

Dwalin

Something Sweet (Dwalin x reader) Dwalin helps his wife, the reader, bake cookies.

The Company

Silence (Company (w/ some Thorin) x reader) After being dropped in Middle Earth, it takes a while for you to find your voice again.

Otherworldly Customs (Company and reader) The company is very confused by the reader’s mention of a certain hygiene custom from her world.

From One King to Another (Company and reader) You wake up in Middle Earth and are captured by goblins, but freed by an unlikely group of dwarves.

Thranduil

Stubborn (Thranduil x reader) The dwarves arrive in Mirkwood, and the elf!reader has to moderate Thranduil’s vehement reactions.

LORD OF THE RINGS

Aragorn

Of Little Matter (Aragorn x reader) Reader isn’t too keen about riding the very tall Hasufel, but Aragorn may have a solution.

Legolas

Tough Day (Legolas x reader) Legolas has had a long day and wants to cuddle

Miscellaneous

Familiar (no pairing) After being plopped in Middle Earth, you join The Fellowship and find that the evil creatures fear your presence.

THE SILMARILLION

The Valar

Seafoam Aesthetic by @fahrradmir with links to the parts of the story (It’s so gorgeous!!!!!)

Seafoam: Part One (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo hears a new song from the shores of the ocean of Arda, and finds an enchanting Reader to be the source.

Seafoam: Part Two (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo has left the reader with some unanswered questions.

Seafoam: Part Three (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo reveals his true nature to the reader.

Seafoam: Part Four (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo begins the process of ensuring he never has to leave the reader again.

Seafoam: Part Five (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo wants to propose to the reader.

The Call of the Sea (Ulmo x reader) Ulmo brings the reader a gift. (Not part of the Seafoam series)

Too Late (Aule x reader) Aulë realizes too late his love for the reader.

Feanorians

A Clumsy Brother (No pairing) Maedhros is back from Thangodrim, and needs some sibling silliness to recover from the ordeal.

MARVEL’S AVENGERS

Thor

Natural Disaster (no pairing) After Avengers: Age of Ultron and the destruction in Sokovia, Thor wants to know what insurance is.

Tony Stark

Sisterly Love (Tony x Sister!reader) Tony Stark’s younger sister decides it’s time for a visit when things go downhill for her big bro.

ACOTAR SERIES

In His Dreams (Rhys x Feyre) Rhysand is having a hard time dealing with Feyre’s absence, so she comforts him with a dream.

BBC SHERLOCK

Sherlock

Out of Patience (Sherlock x reader) The reader expresses their feelings for Sherlock, and he does not react well.

[lamemaster]

Terms of Loving You

Pairing: Maedhros x Teleri Reader

Genre: angst

word count: 2.9k

Chapter 2

Summary: You lift your hands with great effort to tug at the slightly crooked ruby hairpin that sits heavily on your head, entangled by the silver locks surrounding it. It was a claim, to ward off others who seek you, to make you known as Nelyafinwe’s.

AN: I wrote this a long time ago so I tried my best to make it less cringe. I have a few headcannons about this fic so if you guys would like more lmk. (Dividers by @cafekitsune, they are amazing!)

You carefully put your spoon back on the table and stand up in a fluid motion. "High King, forgive me for the interruption, but letting go of my art for the sake of my affection for your grandson is not something I am willing to do," you say, addressing the whole table. The Noldor, known to be a prideful bunch, glare at you as if you've wandered into their territory. You turn to Maitimo, sitting next to you, avoiding eye contact.

"Then do you not value the love of my grandson? Does your love run so shallow as to be left for the pleasure of the mind?" Finwe's cold and loud voice rings in the room.

You stand still, discreetly stealing a look at your lover. There is a glimmer of hope in his gaze. "Is it not for my art that you fell in love with me, Nelyo? I hold it close to my heart, for it is the reason for our relationship, my love. It is a part of me, and dropping it to become the perfect wife for you would be a lie," you whisper softly, your voice trembling with fear of his answer. The conversation with the high king has transformed into one with Maitimo.

The grandest hall of Valinor feels like a prison cell at that moment. Suddenly, King Finwe's deep voice fills the room again, "Do answer me when I ask the question, princess! It is not becoming of royal women of the Noldor to dance or sing amongst the common folk of our subjects. Our norms are very different from the Telerin court. You must learn from your elder sister, Earwen, who now perfectly handles the role of a Noldor princess."

Your eyes wander from Maitimo to your sister sitting at the front of the table, next to her husband, Arafinwe, the third prince of the Noldor. Their eyes show panic, looking between you and the king. Arafinwe seems ready to stand up at any moment, whether to defend Earwen or to defend you is unknown to you.

Then you look at Feanor, Maitimo's father, and the ever-present light in his eyes shines brightly at that moment, as if challenging you to speak and make a mistake. You avert your gaze from Feanor to spare yourself from whatever he wants from you. The High King of the Noldor seems ignorant of all others in the room; his eyes pierce you as you stand there, flexing your hand. His face is red with rage, or perhaps the room has suddenly shrunk into darkness. In that room where people stare at you like a relic, Maitimo never looks at you. He never takes your hand to hold your trembling fingers.

"Maitimo, is the idea of a Telerin wife who does not sing or dance to any song agreeable to you? I respect the High King; however, no one in this room matters more than you, so please tell me," you say with a hint of desperation in your voice. A silent void engulfs your questions in the room. The irritation in your eyes suddenly feels like tears that you were previously unaware of. "Y/n… just sit down… don't," Maitimo's voice murmurs in the void.

"Alas, Princess, you know what my dearest grandson seeks from you. Now I hope we can continue this dinner, and soon I can share another celebratory drink with my dearest friend Olwe, your father," Finwe's words hold a certainty. His joy is ignorant of the inner turmoil of the people in question.

You suddenly feel trapped in a land so far away from your home by the sea. You miss your parents, siblings, and the simplicity of Teleri. At this moment, the Noldorian society seems to be a shattered mirror of all the grandiose they project.

You lift your hands with great effort to tug at the slightly crooked ruby hairpin that sits heavily on your head, entangled by the silver locks surrounding it. It was a claim, to ward off others who seek you, to make you known as Nelyafinwe’s. He had forged it. The first son of Feanor was not an excellent smith like his father.

The pin may not be fit for a princess, but it is precious to you, and you have worn it from the day it became yours. You harshly pluck the pin, ripping some strands of your hair. You don't know where the strength comes from, but you manage to take off the accursed brand that poses to take parts of you away. You clutch the pin so hard in your hands that it leaves indents on your hand. Even after all that, Nelyafinwe left his mark on you.

This commotion leads to noise at the table coming to a stop. Maitimo now looks at your hand that dangerously clutches the pin. He sits tense, ready to stop you from any harm that comes your way or the others. In his mind, he wonders if his lover will attack his grandfather with the hairpin.

"What is…" Finwe starts to speak, but you, in your surprisingly stable voice, overshadow his confusion. "If it is one between myself and my love for your grandson I must choose, then I choose myself. I cannot love someone who cannot love me to the core of who I am. I have given everything of myself in this relationship, and my art is not excluded from that." Maitimo jerks to finally look at you, who still holds the ruby hairpin. His eyes have a hysterical look just as he is about to speak when you take his hand and hand him his first courting gift.

The pin carries the warmth of your hand and the distant scent of the sea that you carry with you always. He sits there with the pin in his hand when you address him. "Prince Nelyafinwe, I return the gift that you gave me. Over the last twelve years, I have loved you with all my being. However… it seems you have not come to do the same. To save us both from the pain, I step back. Forgive me; I cannot give you what you yearn for, my prince." You straighten your back; Maitimo looks lost, unable to understand the words of his beloved.

Your eyes harden as you look at the room full of gasping Noldor, except for Feanor, who looks amused by the situation. Maitimo suspects that his father has something brewing in his cunning mind. "I, daughter of the high king of the Teleri, King Olwe, ask for you to leave, Your Majesty, the High King of the Noldor. Forgive me for my transgressions, for tonight has left me with a lot to think about." You bow and leave from the nearest door as if parched for fresh air after staying too long in the godforsaken hall.

"I'll escort the princess back to Alqualonde," Arafinwe jumps from his seat and rushes out with a blur of his blonde hair.

The shores of Alqualonde have never witnessed quiet with the prince and princesses lingering there, radiating the joy of youth. However, lately, it seems that the beaches have been cursed with a gloomy longing. The elves of old, who have traveled by sea to come to Valinor, feel a sudden longing for the shores of Cuvien, where they first woke up in Arda.

Olwe notices this change in his people and his household. Things have quieted down after Earwen's marriage, leaving a void in their hearts, but the rest of his children have kept the days merry with their presence. This is different from a sad farewell; this is a dismissal of lingering hope. In his mind, he suspects that this is you, his youngest. You are the one to frequent the shores most with your siblings or without them. The princess is nowhere in the palace, so her father decides to stroll to the shores to investigate this sudden sulking. Olwe chuckles, remembering the antics of his children in their childhood. His flowing white robes delicately draw behind him, untouched by the sand of the shore.

After wandering for some time, he finds you sitting on a jagged rock right by the sea. It is said that elven parents make children from a part of their fea, and they share a deep bond. This bond allows them to gauge their ward's emotions to some extent. At that time, Olwe feels such a strong sense of despair from his daughter that he sucks a sharp breath. In the deepest part of his mind, he has suspected that this has something to do with your visit to your sister in Tirion.

So, the High King of the Teleri slowly approaches his daughter, troubled by her troubles, as is the way of all parents. "Yonya, what atrocity has the sea whispered to you, for you to look so offended by it?" he carefully and as gracefully as he can with the long customary robes of the king, sits crossed-legged next to his daughter to settle on the jagged rock that is nowhere near comfortable.

"Attyo!! You scared me. I almost fell into the water, and that would really offend me," you turn to smile at your father. The High King of Teleri does not care for the pretentious display of grace and holier-than-thou art attitude. His people love him for that.

The High King smiles back at his ward. "Now tell me, yonya, what can this old elf do for you? Tell me your pains, and I shall make sure no one ever dares to offend the cherished Princess of Teleri." He hadn't meant to sound so carefree or jesting, but he is rarely sour of mood, and the High King of Teleri wants you to share anything with him on your own time, so he gives you a way out. His daughter wonders for a long time. A thoughtful silence is not what you are known for, and he grows slightly worried about the depth of the situation but maintains a peaceful smile.

"Atta, have you heard the new story that the bard recently told in one of the inns of our city?" Olwe shakes his head, he knows what route his daughter has chosen, and he is ready to give her what she wants. "Tell me about it, " You look at him and then continue looking towards the sea, as if afraid to give away more than you want. "The bard sang of a love story. Some unknown elleth fell in love with an ellon, who was in love with her too. They loved each other, but the elleth was denied her affections…" you pause, collecting your voice. Olwe contains himself from hugging you and easing the heartbreak you carry. Instead, he lets you continue.

"The ellon's family disapproved of their love, for the elleth was fond of writing stories and often poured her passion into the poems that the bards loved. The elleth considered her creations to be a part of her fea; they held immense value to her. The ellon did not stand up for his lover, and the elleth was too prideful to give up on her dream. Their courtship ended in a miserable fight, and they lived life longing for a love that could have been something amazing." You lean on your father's shoulder as if hiding away from the confrontation that you have laid bare in front of the ever-wise ocean.

Olwe holds his daughter tightly as he feels slight tremors in your shoulders accompanied by a wet patch on the shoulder of his robe. Still, he remains silent for you to finish speaking. "It is… is so tragic, atta, that it must end this way. So unfair… so… cruel of fate to the lovers."

The High King of Teleri knows his daughter has told him the truth about whatever is the cause of her sorrow. In the long years of raising his children, he has never hindered their interests. He has never let them be conformed to royal etiquette.

You love dancing, and it may seem obnoxious for a princess to dance, but the Teleri care not for such customs. The king is deeply wounded by the pain that his daughter suffers and will carry for the rest of her life. For the first time in a decade, the elf feels bone-chilling rage, for it is known that Eldar love only once in their lives, and someone has dared to curse his daughter for a lifetime of heartbreak.

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Hii mina mae-duh-whores anon here! Hope you are doing good! first of all,i saw that ask mina and if you were to actually write mgime related stuff, please id really go crazy!! i love your writing so much!!

Second of all to that anon, if you actually start writing silmarillion mgime i wanna be the first to read it!! id love to beta read or just brainstorm or plot with you if you're up for that kind of thing!!

Third, I've got a recommendation or two that no one really asked for haha. There aren't many silmarillion mgime fics so I thought I'd share the ones I've read on ao3 that I think you or your followers might like!

The first fic called, stardusts in our souls by Autumn_moonlight. its ecthelion x oc, it was last updated in July or something, but its such a fun read so far! the oc reads ecthellion the harry potter series and his reaction and eagerness to find out what happens next, its so cute!! I love when the modern girl shares technology or stories or songs from her world and seeing the characters' reaction to it is just so!!! Oh, there's also maeglin x oc smut in later chapters so there's that i suppose.

Second fic, it's called the knowing princess by Fantasticoncer. it's kinda long? The author still updates it I think, I haven't really finished it yet tbh lol. anyways main pov is basically female of x maedhros but it has got lots of other ocs x characters too, like fingon and mairon etc. it contains reincarnation and stuff, mc gets reincarnated as an elf in valinor along with her sisters from her own home reality.

Third is the Oialëa series by natelly

It's mcu/tolkien crossover fic, its kinda long I suppose, multiple books and many chapters etc but it's fun read, tbh I haven't this one either. its not exactly silmarillion events set but oc is kinda part of the kidnap fam, glorfindel's sister, and I've read spoilers that maedhros travels to mcu in second book or something so I thought I'd add it to the list? The first book which I've read is hobbit period set, btw its elrond x oc, and the oc is also doctor strange's daughter, and she also has powers and stuff. So yeah, if you love mcu and silmarillion hobbit lotr and mainly elrond, this fic is for you. Honestly I don't even like elrond that much, more into his sons lol, but still,, it was so interesting I ended up reading the first book! The oc is such a fun gen z mgime and i love her so much! The series is so well written too and there's even separate prequels and epilogue and fics written from other characters perspective and stuff too! In one of the books maedhros and oc also goes to therapy, haven't read that part but mae,, im so glad he got therapy, he really really needs that haha

I am doing better as I've resurfaced from my week disappearance 😁. Though, everything feels strange as though I've been gone for longer 😅.

Some recommendations for those who enjoy the Modern girl in Middle Earth troupe and for the anon who's in the process of creating a story for modern day reader. Thank you for assistance 💖