#celegorm x reader
Rating: T
Words: 1.6k
Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, injury, protective!Celegorm
When you woke up, you had no idea how long you’d been unconscious for – and no recollection of who exactly had saved you from your kidnappers.
When you came back to awareness, the first thing that caught your attention was just how tired you were. It felt as if you’re entire body had been weighed down with a thousand stones, each heavier than the last. Shit, it hurt. Your ribs throbbed, feeling hot and swollen without so much as touching them. Even your eyes seemed to hurt, the side of your head twinging each time they moved behind your closed eyelids.
The next thing you noticed, other than your own agony, that was, was just how soft the bed you lay in was. You weren’t being held captive any longer – that much was certain, though you had no recollection of being rescued. Without opening your eyes, that was as much information as you could gather.
Slowly, wary of the pain in your head, you cracked them open just enough to let the light in.
The bedroom around you was illuminated in a soft light, the fire in the hearth neglected and well on it’s way to being nothing but smouldering ash. It must have been the middle of the night as only the pale light of the moon added to the dim glow of the chamber. It was warm. Pleasantly so, and you noted the room seemed to have been maintained with the upmost care. The design was homely and distinctly Noldor.
There was a warm, heavy weight on one of your hands. Sluggishly, neck twinging, you turned your head to the side.
Celegorm.
Your breathing stopped for a heartbeat.
He sat, half out of his chair, hunched over your bed, head resting partially atop your hand. The position likely wasn’t comfortable, but Celegorm slept on anyways. His face was uncharacteristically relaxed, making him look so much younger and softer without the usual scowl or smug smile he wore. It suited him, you thought. It reminded you of the days before you’d wedded in Valinor. Life was simple back then. There was no need for blades or armour – though Celegorm (also uncharacteristically for he often took daggers to bed) had neither on him at that moment. Your husband’s hair was messier than usual, the strands dirty. How long had he been here?
How long had you been here?
You had no memory of being rescued. Could this be nothing more than an exhaustion-induced dream?
The details of the last few days (or weeks, as you would later discover) were hazy at best. You’d been on your way back from visiting the twins in the south, Amras having insisted on sending an escort with you even though you were just fine by yourself, when the ambush occurred. The problem with that was, anyone who knew anything about the firstborn were aware that escorts were only given to people of importance. Even the presence of a single guard had painted a target on your backs.
It hadn’t taken long for the closest band of orcs to catch wind of your travels. The fight that had ensued had been a blood bath.
From there you’d known the orcs had intended to take you to Angband for questioning. Few had ever escaped, your brother-in-law included, and from what you’d learned of their ordeals you knew it was a place you’d never leave alive. You had strengthened your resolve. You wouldn’t give them anything of value – even if you had to die to keep your people’s secrets.
Without food nor water, you’d recognised the land around you as southern Lothlann before you’d finally collapsed from exhaustion, unable to take a single step further north. It was a little around that time, you assumed, that you’d been rescued.
Who exactly your saviours were still remained a mystery; however. All you recalled was the blaring of horns and flashes of red on the horizon – no banners or standards. You cast your eyes around the bedroom.
Himring.
You thought so, at least. Maedhros always favoured gold more than red, breaking from the tradition that the rest of his brothers held true to. You smiled as you recalled that particular quirk of his – and his obsession with his younger cousin.
By your reckoning, you’d finally collapsed from exhaustion a good few day’s ride from Himring. For the second time in the space of a few minutes you were left wondering exactly how much time had passed since then.
Shit, Celegorm must have been worried… You knew he was usually reluctant to show such things, hiding behind a cloak of dark humour and bravado. But he was sensitive. Celegorm always let his emotions get the better of him much more than his brothers – except for perhaps Caranthir, that was.
Despite your ordeal, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for the effect it must have had on your husband.
You cast your gaze back down to him, still slumped with his head on the mattress by your hip. He really did look a mess. And when you examined him closely, you noted fading bruises over his knuckles. Valar, you hoped he hadn’t punched anyone important…
Sighing softly, you reached out a hand to pet over his tangled, greasy hair, brushing over the tip of his ear. He made a small noise, a quiet thing, and his brows twitched momentarily before smoothing out again. He leaned into the touch. You ran the tip of one finger down the bridge of his nose, just as you often did on the rare mornings when you woke up before him.
Slowly, his eyes began to open.
He blinked blearily at you, unfocused and hazy. Celegorm leaned into the touch again, pointedly, silently asking you to continue, before he closed his eyes once more. Groggy, he’d likely forgotten where the two of you were and the situation you found yourselves in.
Your lips quirked up into a smile and you waited patiently for the moment it would dawn on him.
The seconds ticked by.
…More seconds ticked by.
You were almost certain he’d fallen back to sleep by the time that Celegorm finally opened his eyes.
He shot off the bed, sitting bolt upright so quickly you half-feared he’d hurt himself in the process. The blonde was wide awake in an instant, eyes the size of saucers as he stared at you, as if he couldn’t completely believe you were there. You laughed softly, ignoring the way your rubs twinged at the movement.
“You…” The breath left Celegorm all at once. Still, he stared on, remarkably speechless for someone with such a quick tongue. “I thought…”
Surging forwards, he hugged you tightly, head pressed into the crook of your neck. Had you not been injured, it would have been difficult to breathe – now, though, it was impossible. You wheezed, entire body protesting being handled so roughly. Celegorm was quick to let go again, so fast you bounced as you hit the mattress again.
“Sorry! You’re still injured! I shouldn’t have-“
“It’s alright.” You cut him off. Your voice was hoarse, and you coughed to clear the lump in your throat. “No harm done… I think.” Celegorm sighed again at that, taking your hand and only holding it a fraction more gently. He kept his gaze on you, intense and wide, as if afraid you’d disappear if he looked away. You couldn’t help but find it endearing, even if it had come from a terrible situation.
“I… I almost lost you…” Celegorm whispered after several moments had passed in silence, simply staring at each other. “I don’t know what I would have done-“ He swallowed thickly, unwilling to finish the sentence.
He looked down at your intertwined fingers. The watery sheen in his eyes had your heart clenching and guilt gnawing in your gut – even if the incident hadn’t been your fault.
“Well, I’m here now.” You tried to placate him. “You don’t have to worry about me anymore…” Celegorm made an irritated noise at that, plainly not agreeing. You coughed again, voice still scratchy.
“Water?”
“Please.”
The speed at which Celegorm stood betrayed his eagerness to help. You supposed after being by your bedside for a number of days, he wanted to be useful in any way he could. You knew you’d be the same if your positions had been reversed.
Celegorm crossed the room and back again with long strides, filling a cup from the pitcher of water that stood in the corner of the room. He pressed it between your fingers but kept his hands clasped over yours when it was clear you were shaking too much for your own good.
You took a sip. It was only then that you realised how thirsty you were. You tipped the cup further and managed several large gulps before Celegorm pulled the cup away.
“Best do it slowly – it’s been at least a week since you’ve eaten…” That was… strange. You didn’t feel hungry at all. That fact scared you a little though you did your best not to dwell on it or show Celegorm that distress – you didn’t want him feeling any worse for your sake.
“I’ve been asleep for a week?”
“Well, no. Four days. But you were captured for a while longer than that, we think…” The two of you lapsed into silence after that. Celegorm studied you closely, no doubt expecting you to keel over at any moment. With your head still aching, you made no move to fill the quiet.
Celegorm did that himself after several minutes had passed.
“’M never gonna let you out of my sight again…” There was something dark in his tone, even if it was a huff.
“Bit drastic, isn’t it?” For the most part, you tried to be as independent – even if Celegorm always had someone following along quietly behind.
“Hmm, no. In this new world, there are enemies everywhere. And I have the feeling the days will get darker still.”
- No one had really expected the eldest Feanorian to ever marry
- Not only did he have crushing responsibilities, but few thought he would ever truly open up his heart to someone else
- But when he did, the elven lands were in uproar with excitement. This was a speck of good news - of celebration, during darker times
- The wedding ceremony was lavish, with all the elven leaders present. After all, a queen was being crowned
- A few mortal kings and warriors were in attendance as well. The crowning of an elven queen could happen only every few thousand years. Their stories of what they saw would be passed down in their kingdoms for generations
- Your flowing robes were embedded with thousands of tiny crystals, glowing and sparkling in the sun. When you moved, it looked like pure sunlight had surrounded you and was following you
- You were crowned with a circlet of rubies, crafted by Curufin, and said by storytellers of old to have contained fire for that was how bright they shone
- But your appreciation for these material things paled in comparison to the real reason you were there. Love.
- Because finally, after countless years, you were marrying the one man you truly loved, and that man could hardly believe that you were willing to open up your heart to him
- Being the Queen of Himring wasn’t without its troubles. When Morgoth burst forth in Nirnaeth Arnoediad, and the kingdom’s king was leading the soldiers onto the battlefield, you, the queen, played your part, helping Himring stay strong, extending a hand of sanctuary to those who needed it. The people looked to you for guidance, and you gave your heart, your body, your soul.
- And when your fortress was forsaken after the crushing, bloody battles, the you led your people to safety, remaining steadfast at Maedhros’s side, the ruby crown visible to all who followed.
- Your husband couldn’t deny his crippling guilt. He had made you, the love of his life, a queen without a kingdom. Many a night, the two of you whispered to each other in the dark, made love by candlelight, dressed each other’s wounds, and only thought of each other as the storms raged outside.
- And when he died, killed by the roaring flames and the jump of his own doing, you followed in your own way. You led your people to their final sanctuary, the place where they’d finally be safe, and you declared your mission complete.
- All that marked the place where a great queen of beauty, strength, and terrible loss was a thin layer of silvery leaves and a twisted piece of metal that once would have been a ruby crown.
So, i was in the spooky mood and decide to write a Phasmophobia crossover with Fëanor’s sons. I hope you guys enjoy this One-Shot.
Warnings: Spooky, funny
Words: 1,600
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The seven brothers stood in front of the dark house quietly. Their eyes fixed on the plain knob, waiting for one of them to go in first.
“Well,” Maedhros said as he looks to his brothers. “Go on.”
Maglor, Celegorm, Caranthir, and Ambarussa shook their heads, taking a step back. Fear spreading in their eyes. Curufin sighs and walks towards the door, mumbling something under his breath.
“For fuck sake! I do it!” He said as he grabs the cold knob door and turns it to the side. He gave a gentle push but the door didn’t budge.
“OH MY FUCKING ERU!!! IT’S THE GHOST!” Ambarussa yelled, making their brothers also freak out and start running around like headless chickens.
Maedhros sighs deeply and walked to the door, taking the keys from his pocket and unlock the door. “Calm down! The door was locked,” he said as he walks inside, his younger brothers following him close behind. They all turn on their flashlights and began looking around the house.
“Alright. Maglor comes with me to the second floor. Celegorm and Curufin go to the garage. Ambarussa searches the main floor and Caranthir goes to the basement, okay?” Maedhros orders while he grabs his gear, his brothers doing the same.
“Wait!” Caranthir yelps. “Why do I have to go down there alone?!”
Celegorm smirks and pat his younger brother’s head. “Aww Is little Caranthir scared?”
Caranthir shoves Celegorm’s hand away and huffs in annoyance. “I’m not scared! If I want, I would search this all house alone!”
Maedhros, Maglor, and Curufin laughed and began searching for the ghost who has been haunting that house.
Maglor turns on the EMF reader and tries to see if he could find the ghost presence in the rooms upstairs while Maedhros tries to find fingerprints with the UV light. The rest of the brothers were doing their tasks.
Maglor passes by the bathroom and EMF reader beebs, making them stop and look to the bathroom door. Maedhros nods and gently pushes the door open. They walk inside and the EMF reader beebs louder for a second but then goes quiet.
“It was here,” Maglor whispers, his breath coming out in little puffs.
Maedhros nods and points the UV light to the doorknob, seeing a small handprint there. “Yes…and it looks like she left the room.” He said as he nods towards the handprint. He looks around, noticing that the room was a little chilly. He grabs his radio and put it in front of his mouth. “Guys, it looks like we have a handprint and freezing temperatures.”
“Where?” Celegorm’s voice sounded on the radio.
“In the bathroom upstairs,” Maedhros answered. “But she’s gone. I and Maglor will search the other rooms.”
“Alright.” They all said.
///
“I fucking hate this!” Caranthir whispers under his breath as he looks around the basement. “I’m always left out.”
Suddenly, a ball role from behind a locker and stops in front of him. Caranthir stops in his tracks and points his flashlight to the ball. A shiver runs down his spine and the hair behind his neck stood up.
Carefully, he grabs the ball and looks inside the locker. “Hello?” He asked. “Is anyone here?”
“Hey!” A faint voice sounded right on his ear, making him turn back with a jump, only to find nothing in there.
“Fuck!” He growls as his flashlight starts blinking. He grabs his radio and presses the button. “Hey, guys… I think she’s here.”
“Alright! We will be there in a minute!” Amrod said.
Caranthir sighs and throws the ball to the locker, closing the door quietly. His body froze as he hears small footsteps behind him and sees two rotten hands in front of his eyes.
“Don’t worry…You won’t be alone anymore.” The ghost whispers in his ear right before she kills him.
///
“Did you heard that?” Amras asked his twin while they go down the stairs of the basement.
Amrod nods and points his flashlight to the corner of the basement. His eyes widen when he saw Caranthir’s body on the floor.
“Shit!” Amrod growls as he goes to his brother’s body, seeing bruises on his face and neck. “Amras call the others! We need to take pictures for evidence!”
Amras looks to his twin in shock. “T-Take a picture??!! Fuck, Amrod! Our brother is dead!!” he yelped. Shaking violently, Amras grabs his radio and presses the button. “G-Guys… Caranthir is d-dddead!” he shutters.
“WHAT?!” All the brothers yelled.
“Stay put! We coming there.” Maedhros said.
Amras took a deep breath and look back to his twin but to his surprise, Amrod wasn’t there.
“Amrod? Amrod where are you??” Amras called in panic, looking around the room. He turns the flashlight to the other corner and a gasp fell from his lips as he sees his twin being choked by a little girl ghost.
“AMROD!” Amras yelled, grabbing the ghost’s attention. “Fuck!”
Amras turns around and runs up the stairs towards the basement door, his flashlight blinking quickly. “Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! GET AWAY FROM ME!” He yelled as the door gets shut in his face and locks him in there.
He looks back slowly, seeing the little girl behind him.
“Come play with us,” she whispers.
///
“Fuck! Amras!” Curufin cursed as he and Celegorm run towards the basement door. He tries to pull the door open but it was stuck. So, Curufin and Celegorm, both grab the doorknob and pull it with their strength.
“Come on! Pull it!” Celegorm yelled.
With two more strong pulls, the door opens and the two brothers almost fall down to the floor. Curufin gasped as Celegorm growls in annoyance when both of them saw their younger brothers dead on the basement floor.
“Fuck!….Maedhros…Maglor… You guys better come here.” Curufin said on the radio. He looks to Celegorm and nods to the door. “Put some salt on the floor there while I put the journal down to see if our little ghost friend wants to speak with us.” He said as he walks to the middle of the room and puts his journal down on the floor.
Celegorm finishes putting the salt on the floor when he sees the kitchen light turn on. “Maedhros? Is that you?” He asked as he goes check the kitchen. He grabs the spirit box and turns it on. “Are you here?” He whispers, seeing the numbers of the spirit box going higher.
“Yes.” A mechanic male voice comes out from the box.
“Shit… I don’t get paid enough for this."Celegorm whispers. "Curufin… she’s here-” He stops in his tracks as he sees the little girl standing right in front of him. He lets out a shaky sigh and closes his eyes. “Fuck.”
///
Curufin looks towards the door, swearing that he heard Celegorm calling his name. “Meh…it might be nothing,” He said while shrugging his shoulders.
He looks down at the journal and took a deep breath. “Can you write in the journal what you want?” He asked the ghost.
He waits for a while his eyes fixed on the yellowish pages. As he was about to give up and walk upstairs, words start appearing in the journal pages.
Play. Play. Play. Play
“Oh? You want to play?” He murmurs as he took a step back towards the stairs. “Celegorm! Come help me here!” He yells but got no response from his brother. “Celegorm?”
A gasp echoed through the room and his flashlight starts blinking fast. “No, no, no, no.” He whispers as he hears the door close and locks again. He runs to the lockers to try and hide but it was too late.
“For fuck sake.” He whispers as he sees the little hands in front of his eyes.
///
“Guys? Guys?” Maedhros asked through the radio but none of his brothers answered. He looks to Maglor with a worried look. “Let’s go check on them.”
Maglor nods and follows him downstairs. The first thing they saw when they got down the stairs was Celegorm’s body in the kitchen.
“Go check the basement while I go grab Celegorm’s stuff,” Maedhros said as he walks towards his brother’s body.
As he kneels down to grab the spirit box, a chill scream comes from the basement. “Maglor?!” Maedhros yelled.
He runs to the basement door and sees Maglor’s body at the end of the stairs. His flashlight starts blinking and loud footsteps come behind him.
“I’ve got you.” a giggle sounded in his ear as everything goes dark around him.
A few hours later
“We lost again…” Celegorm huffs while the Fëanor’s sons sat on the sofa looking down at their dead bodies.
“Why I’m always the first one to die??!!!” Caranthir growls in annoyance, his chin resting on his palm.
Maedhros looks down beside him, seeing Y/n happily playing with Maglor’s hair. “Good job, Y/n.” He says with a smile.
The child ghost gave him a toothless smile and giggle. “It was fun!” she said with a big grin. “Maglor screamed like a girl.”
All the brothers start laughing and sharing the silly things they did while they were ghosts and playing all night with Y/n.
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