Listen, I know I suck at five sentence fics, we’ve already established that, right? I’m sorry, but you’re stuck with me and my pathetic five-sentence attempts until the end of this month. Here, have another one.
Today’s fic for the Writer’s Month 2021 challenge (see @writersmonth for more info) focuses on Thorin and Dwalin. I’ve always wanted to explore this relationship in various ways and this is a very quick study that involves one of my ideas.
Today’s prompt: setting: genderbend world
Fandom: The Hobbit Relationships: fem!Thorin x fem!Dwalin Rating:M Warnings: Guess what. Angst. Surpriiiise!
Happy Midsummer weekend to all who are celebrating!
You know how on Midsummer you are supposed to gather seven different flowers or herbs and put them under your pillow to dream about the person you are going to spend your life with?
I’ve been talking with @linasofia about how Midsummer would look in Erebor. I got a little bit inspired, and this is how this fic came to be. Thank you for the inspo and for your support
Let me know how you like it. If this little story catches your interest, I may write more, so let me know if I should continue!
Rating:G
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Thistle. A Midsummer Night’s Dream
“Thorin, let’s go! Frerin is waiting for us! He has already left!” Dis tugged at Thorin’s sleeve.
“Patience, let us wait for a better moment,” he leaned towards her and whispered.
They were sitting at a large table in the Main Hall of Erebor, surrounded by song, dance, festive music, delicious food, and happy Dwarves. The whole Erebor was celebrating Midsummer. Everyone was there, even their Grandfather. King Thror had been lately avoiding the crowds and spending more and more time in the treasure chamber, which worried Thorin immensely. Now however, his long, elegantly coiffed silver beard glistened with beads and precious gems, and he seemed as cheerful as he used to when Thorin and his siblings were tiny pebbles sitting on his lap and playing with his crown. It warmed Thorin’s heart to see his Grandfather smiling once again, without that ominous dark frown on his face.
The King stood up and proposed a toast to the prosperity of the kingdom. Cheers and merriment followed, and in the commotion, Thorin and Dis managed to sneak out, leaving the sounds of the feast behind them.
“Do you think Frerin asked Dvala to join us?” Dis wondered as they were walking along one of the corridors leading out of the Mountain. Thorin frowned, “I thought we agreed on keeping this silly idea a secret.”
“Oh, come on, Brother, do not be so gloomy!” she nudged him with her elbow. “You can survive one evening of fun in a good company. Dvala is a sweet girl, I am quite fond of her!”
“Frerin should focus on his mining apprenticeship, not on girls.”
“Just like you are focusing on your dwarven law studies by training with Dwalin instead?”
They took a turn and walked down the staircase that led to the gates of Erebor. Frerin was supposed to meet them nearby. Thorin grunted, “Grandfather says he expects his heirs to be well-versed in many different…”
“You’re such a bore, Thorin! There’s more to life than duties and studying,” his sister insisted, making him groan inwardly. “You will see, one day you are going to meet a lovely girl who will steal your heart and show you that there are more things to life than musty old tomes and swords.”
“I doubt it. I do not wish to complicate my life with affairs of the heart. I am expected to wed someone chosen by Mother and Grandmother. My marriage has to benefit our kingdom. Now, we need strong allies more than ever,” a shadow passed Thorin’s face at the thought of the recent serious disagreement their grandfather had with his brother Gror, the lord of the Iron Hills, ceasing diplomatic relations between both dwarven strongholds. And then, there was that catastrophe of an audience when King Thror suddenly refused to hand over the necklace made of the Gems of Lasgalen to King Thranduil. As it turned out, the ruler of the Woodland Realm hadn’t planned to pay for the work of dwarven master jewelers in the first place, but Thorin had seen King Thror solving more delicate issues without any problems before. Now, whenever he looked into the eyes of his Grandfather, he saw only darkness and greed. But not tonight. Tonight they sparkled with joy, and that was a blessing from Mahal.
“Stop talking about politics, Brother!” Dis scolded him once again. “It’s Midsummer today, have you forgotten? We are going to sneak out of the Mountain, gather seven different flowers, make wreaths out of them, and then…”
I love the dynamics between Thorin, Dis, and Frerin. They are adorable together; it’s so nice to see them enjoying themselves and acting like kids without any danger ahead.
And the dream!! I’m so intrigued! I especially loved this line: “It seems like a wondrous place to live at,” she confessed, bringing a delicate white flower to her nose and smelling it with her eyes closed, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips. He wanted to smell it together with her. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. And he forgot that he was supposed to dislike flowers.” Thorin, you cutie!!
I’m always looking forward your comments @legolasbadass, thank you so much for reading and reblogging
And yes, young prince Thorin is still idealistic and meeting this mysterious maiden hit him hard ☺️ Let’s hope he doesn’t lose his head completely!
This is coming in so late but!! I didn’t want to abandon this request whatsoever, the creative brain just needed some time to sit and simmer. Anyway, @wanderingjedihistorian gave me the prompt of some Durin Family Feelios with Kili wanting to prove himself, and I hope this hits the mark!! It was fun to step outside of the “shippy” box and do something for my favorite dwarves. I hope you enjoy, and thank you SO much for your support!
“Ah, here they come now.”
Following Dis’ gaze to land on an energetic pair of young dwarves, Thorin couldn’t help the proud little huff that escaped his lips. Kili sported a bow and quiver on his back while Fili looked armed to the teeth with knives and blades of every type across his body. He had told them to come prepared, and this was about as prepared as anyone could be.
“There is no guarantee we will find much within the mountains at this time of year.” Thorin’s arms were folded across his chest, the weight of his own gear not bothering him in the slightest as he eyed the two young ones as they came to a halt, not bothered by the line of questioning that was coming their way. “We stick together, do you understand? Straying away from the path will cause more headaches than victories, and I know you want to return with some proof of a weekend well spent.”
Whether it was a rabbit or a pair of ram horns to fashion into a weapon or decor, Thorin wanted them to come back with something. Anything! But most importantly, he wanted them to come back in one piece.
“Did you remember your food pack and waterskins?”
“We’re ready, Uncle, I promise,” Fili encouraged, his dimples prominent on his face as the grin couldn’t be wiped away. “I have every blade you’ve ever forged for me. I would say that’s prepared.”
“Yeah! Should anything spook us, we’ll just throw Fili at it. A dwarf-sized porcupine is quite the weapon–” Kili’s words were cut off by his own wheeze as an elbow jammed into his ribs.
“You boys be careful, and most importantly, I want you to have fun. Don’t give your uncle too hard of a time, alright? He’s got a few grey hairs already, and I know those came from you. Don’t give him more.”
Request by a lovely anon: Hello! First I loved your chapter of Pure Blood, amazing as always Second, can I request a smut first time with Maglor and fem! Reader, where reader is kinda shy? I love all of your smuts
A/n: So i decided to make the reader plus size. I hope you don’t mind.
A relief sigh fell from your lips as you sit by the riverbank, delighted that you finally could be in this quiet place all by yourself.
You hate crowds of people, you always had. It made you feel dizzy and breathless, feeling they judging gaze on you since you aren’t like the other beautiful elven maidens. Tall, slim, and with perfect heart shape face and sweet pouty lips.
No, you were the opposite of that.
You are small with extra curves. You have a round face shape and your lips were excessively plump for an elf. Your mother was always making snarky comments about your fatness, telling the servants to put less food on your plate to see if you lose weight. But your older sister is way worse than your mother, always introducing you to the other Lords and Ladies as the black sheep of the family. It was because of that, that you stop going to the feasts and found that quiet spot by the riverbank.
The smooth sound of the water stream made your all body and mind relax, forgetting all the madness of your family and the cruel world. You rest your back on the tree behind and close your eyes, focusing on the beautiful sound around you.
Suddenly, you heard soft footsteps beside you. Your eyes shot open and you saw the one and only, Prince Maglor.
“Oh? I’m sorry if I have disturbed you, My Lady.” He says as he sees you sitting against an old tree.
You quickly stood up and bow very awkwardly to him, your cheeks burning like the flames of Aulë forges. “M-My Prince!… N-No, you didn’t disturb me. Huh… I was about to leave actually.” You shutter.
He looks down at you with his perfect brow lift, seeing through your lies. “You don’t need to leave just because I’m here, My Lady.” He says with a delicate voice. “Actually, I would love that you stayed here with me. I need someone to judge the new songs that I created.” He sits down and puts his harp on his lap.
You stayed there awkwardly, swaying on your feet. You didn’t know what to respond to that, you aren’t good with people especially with royal ones.
Maglor looks up to your in curiosity and pats the green grass beside him. “Come. Sit and relax, My Lady.” He says with a soft smile.
Swallowing hard, you sit beside him very ungracefully. You look down to your hands, playing with the hem of your dress. Maglor grab his harp and began playing a soft melody, his slender fingers brushing the thin strings carefully. He took a deep breath and began to sing.
His voice was something that you had never heard before. It was full of passion and fire. You have heard that Maglor had a beautiful voice but you thought that was only your sister being exaggerated.
You find yourself humming softly with him, your mind was clear and your body relaxed which was strange since you are in the presence of a Prince.
When he finished, he put down his harp and grins excitedly to you, his dark blue eyes glittering in mischief. “Well? Did you like it?” He asked.
You took a moment to return from your trance. Blinking a few times, you look back to him and smile shyly. “Yes, My Prince… It was very beautiful.”
He grins widely and rests his back against the tree. “You know… You have a beautiful voice. We could do a duet together!” He says in excitement.
You shook your head quickly and gasp. “No!” You yelp, making Maglor look at you in confusion. You push an h/c lock behind your pointy ear and clear your throat. “W-What I mean is… that I’m not very good with crowds and singing is not a talent I have.” You whisper.
Maglor frowns and looks at you carefully. “I found that very hard to believe, My Lady.” He says. “A beautiful elleth like you must be the jewel of a feast and when you joined while I was singing… it was beautiful.”
You blush violently with his words and look away, trying to hide your face from him. “Excuse me for saying this, My Prince… but you must be blind.” You say quietly, scared that you maybe have offended him.
Maglor tilts his head and frowns. “Why would you say that?” He asked.
You bit your lip and take a deep breath. “Because… Because I’m not beautiful, My Prince.” Your voice trembles as you say those words, trying to fight the tears from falling.
You have been bullied your all life by your own family. You don’t have any self-love, every time you look in a mirror, you only see an ugly fat elleth. So, it’s hard to believe his words especially when it’s the first time you have heard those words.
You feel a large soft hand cupping your soaked cheek and a thumb cleaning your tears away. Looking up, you see Maglor gazing at you with concern.
“Don’t cry, My Lady.” He whispers. “I’ve noticed you a few times in some feasts. Always wearing a simple dark red gown with a simple necklace and hair down. Every time I saw you, I thought ‘She is a rare elleth.’” He smiles softly at you and grabs your hand. “Do you know why?” You shook your head, sniffing quietly. “You have something that every elleth would die to have… a natural beauty.”
Your eyes widen and more tears fall down your eyes. He might be lying but you want so bad to hear those words, to feel beautiful.
“You don’t need jewels or expensive gowns to make you beautiful, My Lady.” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours.
You clean your tears and smile at him. “Thank you… Thank you so much.”
After that day, you two have been meeting in secret there. Maglor would always bring his harp and play it softly while you hum a soft melody. Sometimes you two would just relax and share stories or things you both have in common which both you hate attending feasts.
One day, Maglor had sent you a letter to meet him at midnight by the riverbank. You thought it was weird since you both made a deal to meet always in the evening. Wrapping a dark cloak around you, hiding your nightgown from preying eyes, and walk out from your house.
When you got to the riverbank, Maglor was already there waiting for you. A serious look on his face as he watches the water stream flow gently.
“Maglor.” You whisper as you sit beside him.
He looks to you and smiles widely. “Y/n.” He greets.
“What’s so urgent that it couldn’t wait for tomorrow?” You asked.
He took a deep breath and whisper something under his breath like he was trying to get the courage for something. Clearing his throat, Maglor turns to you and grabs your hands with his.
“Y/n…Since the day I first saw you, I knew that I would never see a woman as beautiful as you.” He pauses for a moment, his deep blue eyes fixed on yours. “I-I’m not very good with this but… Would you make my dreams come true and court me?” His eyes shined like two big stars, filled with hope and fear at the same time.
You were speechless for a while. Shocked that someone like him would want you to be his. You definitely have feelings for him even when you tried to bury them since you thought that Maglor would only see you as a friend.
“You don’t need to accept-”
“Yes!” You cut him off with a big smile. “Million yes!”
You see a tear fall down his eye and a relief sigh fell from his lips. “Thank you Eru.” He whispers to himself as he pulls you into a warm embrace. He kisses your both cheeks and then gives a small, shy kiss on your lips. “You make me so happy, Nin mel.”
You giggle and kiss him back, feeling brave for a second. “And so do you.” You whisper, seeing how beautifully the moonlight fell on his raven black hair and his pearly white skin.
You cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. You feel his warm hands moving to your waist, pulling you into his lap as he leans down for another kiss but this one was full of passion and lust. You moan into the kiss, letting your hands roam freely, exploring his strong chest and arms.
Maglor gently removes your cloak, goosebumps spread through your skin as the cool air of night kiss your feverish skin.
“Maglor…” You whimper, feeling a massive tent between your legs.
“What is it, Nin mel?” He asked as he moves his lips to your neck, nibbling the skin there.
“More… I-I want more…” You moan as you tried to remove his shirt.
He helps you and throws his shirt to where your cloak was. “Your wishes are my command, Nin mel.” with that, he pulls the ribbon of your nightgown and removes it from you, making you bare to his eyes. “Beautiful…” He murmured in awe.
You tried to hide your breasts but Maglor stopped you. “Don’t! You are beautiful, Y/n. Don’t you ever try to hide your beauty.”
You nod slowly, feeling overwhelmed by all his sweet words. He leans down and began kissing a trail towards the valley between your breasts. His kisses making your blood boil with need. You feel his hands wandering to your plump thighs, grabbing gently the extra meat there and moaning against your skin.
“Your body is soft… I love it.” He whispers as he captures your nipple with his mouth, giving a hard suck.
You arch your back and moan loudly, forgetting that you both are outside and that someone could see them at any moment. You put your hand on his head, grabbing a fistful of his silky black hair, and push him more into my chest.
“Ahh…Maglor…” You mewl, drunk by the feeling of his mouth on you.
His kisses began moving down to your soft belly, his soft lips caress all your extra curve with such passion. He was worshipping your body as it belongs to a Goddess.
He pushes your legs apart and nests between them, resting the back of your knees on his shoulders. His deep blue eyes fixed on yours as he leans down and kisses the space between your thigh and your soaked lips. A lewd whimper fell from your lips and you rock your hips a little, trying to get his mouth directly into your core.
“Maglor…Please!” You plead, your eyes were almost black with lust.
He nods and starts kissing and licking your wet slit, sucking gently your swollen clit. Moans, whimpers, and pleads fell from your lips while Maglor feast between your legs like a mad man. This was your first time and you should be afraid but something in Maglor made you feel safe like he would never let something happen to you.
He pushes one slender finger inside your channel, making you gasp in surprise. He looks up, his eyes asking if you were okay. You nod and smile softly, gasping for air as his finger began doing the come hither motion.
You could feel your orgasm coming close and you knew that Maglor could feel it too. He took his finger out and stood between your legs on his knees. You blush immensely as he licks your nectar from his finger and hums in pleasure.
“True nectar from the Gods.” He says as he leans down and captures your lips in a deep kiss.
You wrap your arms around his neck and moan softly as you taste yourself on his tongue. Maglor grabs his shaft with his hand and rubs gently against your soaked sex, lubricating his member with your juices.
He pulls away from the kiss and looks into your eyes. “Are you sure about this?” He asked in a quiet voice, fear of being rejected lingering behind his mind.
You swallow loudly and nod, smiling sweetly at him. “Yes, my love… I’m absolutely sure about this.”
He chuckles and nods. Positioning his shaft at your entrance, he began pushing inside slowly, careful to not hurt you too much. You hiss and claw his back with your nails, taking a deep breath, and trying to relax as much you could.
“That’s it, Y/n…Relax…” He whispers against your ear. “Oh, Eru… you feel so good, Nin mel.”
You whimper and bit your lower lip, the pain had begun to vanish and pleasure took over your body. You squeeze tightly your velvet walls around his member, making him moan loudly in surprise.
Maglor begins thrusting harder, shaking your all body. His left hand grabs yours and put beside your head on the cool grass, intertwining your fingers together while his right hand grabs tightly your hips.
Sweet nothings fell from his lips while you moaned his name into the cool night. The lewd sounds from your bodies echoed through the calm waters of the river and the moon bathe you two with her silver light.
“I-I love you, Y/n…. I love you so fucking much, Nin mel.” Maglor whispers.
Tears of joy fall from your eyes, feeling so happy and so loved. You pull him into a deep kiss and rest your forehead against his.
“I love you too, My Prince.” you whisper back.
The two of you make love the rest of the night, surrounded by the sound of the river and illuminated with moonlight.
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Request by a lovely anon:Hi ! Can we get a Lòrien with an abused child! reader one shot please ? Where reader is mistreated and abandoned by her parents and Lòrien finds her and tries to comfort her. Please, I need fluff ! (sorry for my english mistakes, i’m french but i love your blog :D )
A/n: So i just wanted to say that Lórien is mostly known as Irmo
Your small sobs sounded through the dark silent forest. Dark bruised printed on your small arms and chubby cheeks. Your big e/c eyes study carefully your surroundings as fat tears run down your soft cheeks.
Your worst nightmare finally came true. Well, you didn’t know if it was a nightmare or a dream because you wished to run from the monsters that once you called parents. Since you were born, your mom and dad spend their days hitting you or forcing you to do all the work in the house…. but it wasn’t enough. You were too little to reach for the plates on the top shelf which led to a pile of broken dishes. You had received the worse beat of your small life from your drunk dad.
After beating you with his belt a few times and slapping your face until your lip split open, he throws you to the old wagon and took off towards the dark forest which leads to where you are alone.
He left you there to die. In hopes that some dark creature captures you and rip your soft flesh off from your bones.
You curl your sore body into a small ball by a tree and sob into your small hands, wishing that all of this would end quickly.
“My poor child.” A delicate voice sounded through the tall trees, making you lift your head from your hands. “Left here to die.”
“W-Who’s t-there?” You asked with a whispered voice.
Suddenly a bright figure comes from the dense forest, he was tall and was wearing long silky dark blue robes. His hair was silver like the moonlight and waterfall down his back. His skin was pearly white and his features remind you of a feline, with his cheekbones and sharp grey eyes.
“Don’t be afraid, child.” He says with a calm and delicate voice. The strange man kneels in front of you and pushes an h/c lock behind your ear. “I’m a friend and I’ve come to rescue you.”
You rub your tears off with the back of your hand and sniff a little, your eyes fixed on his grey ones. “Like the knights do to the Princesses?” You asked in curious but frown lightly, looking down at your small hands. “But I’m not a princess…”
The man chuckles and shook his head, making his beautiful silver hair fall over his shoulder. “You don’t need to be a Princess to be rescued, Little One.” He says with a gentle smile. “I’m Irmo. What’s your name, Little One?”
You look up from your hands and shrug your shoulders, trying to fight more tears from falling. “I-I don’t have one… I think” You whisper, seeing the shock on his gray eyes.
“What do your parents call you?” He asked, his face contoured with concern.
You shrug your shoulders again and sniff. “Pigglet, Little Whore, and many other things….”
Irmo was speechless, not knowing what to say to the small child before him. The sadness of the child’s soul had brought him here, he couldn’t support more how scared and sorrowful this child was. How could someone do this to a small child??!! How could a parent do this to their own offspring? Not even the Dark Lord himself could do this to a child.
Irmo’s eyes study carefully the dark bruises on the child’s arms, neck, and head. Noticing that she was wearing an old rag, that only covered a little, leaving most of her little legs and arms bare.
You wrap your arms around your knees, pulling them to your chest. A hiss fell from your lips as you move your sore body, feeling the burn of the bruises that your dad made. Lórien took his robe off and wrap it around you. The feel of rich silk against your skin made you sigh in pleasure, feeling safe and warm. Something that you aren’t used to it.
After a long silence, Irmo clears his throat and smiles down at you, noticing the sleep in your tearful eyes.
“Y/n,” He says simply.
You frown and tilt your head to the side, confused. “What?”
“That’s your new name.” He gave you an excited grin and cups your cheek with his large hand, noticing how you flinch with his touch. “I have a big home and I would love to share it with you, Y/n.”
“Home?” You asked with a little hope on your voice.
He nods and smiles gently. “Yes, home. A place where you could be who you are and never feel fear or sad again.” He says calmly. “I can see that you have passed a bad time and you deserve better, Y/n… You deserve to feel loved, to feel safe, to be free… So, what you think, Little One? Would you like to go to your new home?” He asked.
You stay quiet for a while, thinking carefully of what he said. You knew that you shouldn’t go to a stranger’s home but…but you don’t have anywhere else to go, no one to call family or friend and Irmo seems a good man. Well, not man since you just notice the pointy ears.
“Are you an elf?” You asked shyly.
He chuckles softly and cleans a tear from the corner of your eye. “Ahh…You could say that.” He says with a grin and a wink which made you giggle. “Ahh, there it is! What a beautiful laugh!” He says as he starts tickling you, making you laugh even harder and plead for mercy.
“Okay, okay.” You huff with a small smile as you try catching your breath. “I will come with you…just-just promise that I won’t get hurt anymore… I can’t take it anymore.” You say quietly, your eyes fixed on his, trying to see if there were lies in them but she found none.
“I will not anything bad happens to you, Y/n… I will protect you forever, Little One.” He says with a serious face. He leans down and gives a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Now, sleep little one… We have a long journey ahead of us.” with that, your eyes closed and sleep takes over you.
Irmo picks you up gently, careful for the robe not fall down.
“My Love?” His wife, Estë, comes from between the trees to his side. Looking down to the child on his arms in curious. “Who’s this little one?” She asked as she stroke gently your cheeks with her finger.
He smiles softly down at you and looks to his wife. “This is our new guest of honor.” He says as he kisses his wife lovely. “She has been through a lot, love.”
Estë looks down again at you, her eyes full of sadness as she sees the bruises on your limp body. “Poor child…” She gasps. “Don’t worry, My Love… You and I will give her a good life in Valinor… Let’s hope that Manwë won’t mad with this little human being there.” She says with a grin and mischief eyes.
Irmo chuckles and nods, walking into the dense forest with you in his arms and his wife beside him. “Nah, I think Manwë will love her.” He says as the three of them began the journey back to Valinor.
One thing that Irmo is sure about it, is that every Valar will love Y/n with all their hearts and will do everything in their power to protect her.
“Let’s introduce you to your new family, Little One.”
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Summary: We all born with white blood which symbolizes our pure soul. As we grow up, our blood can change to red and become darker if we begun doing cruel things. The darker the blood, the cruel you are. Mine’s occur to be pure white but will continue to be after i meet my soulmate?
“And where in hell have you been, young lady??” Dad asked with a furious tone as I stopped the wagon. He grabbed Dante’s reins and glare at me. “Your mother and I have been worried! What happens?!” He asked while he pats Dante’s neck.
I sign and climb down from the wagon seat, trying to come up with an excuse since I don’t want father to know about my little thing with Maedhros.
“I was hungry after I closed the bank so I went to eat something at the tavern nearby,” I say with a sweet smile. “That’s all.” Well, I wasn’t technically lying
He looked at me with a suspicious face, his eyes studying me carefully. “Mhmm…You better not be lying to me, Young lady.” He starts unstrap Dante from the wagon and leading him into the stables. “You better go inside and see your mother. She is worried to death.”
I nod and walk inside. As I open the door, my mother pulls me into a bear hug. Her voice was full of concern and anger at the same time. “Young lady! Where have you been?? I’ve been worried sick!”
I sign and told her what I’ve told father. She wasn’t very happy but let me go back to my room and rest.
I close the bedroom door behind me carefully and a grin appears on my face as a giggle fell from my lips.
My fingers touch my lips, the early events coming to my mind. Remembering how good his kiss felt, how perfect his soft lips felt against mine. My heart was beating like hummingbird wings and my blood rushed to my cheeks.
Patting my cheeks and taking a deep breath, I walk to my window and open it. Letting the cold air from the night in. I look up to the moon, marveling at her delicate beauty. My mind is still filled with Maedhro’s thoughts.
“My life is turning into a fairy tale romance… Who would know…” I say with a grin.
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Maedhros walked back to his rented room with a big smile on his face. Feeling emotions that he hadn’t felt in decades. Happy, at peace, and excited. But all that vanished when he opens his bedroom door.
Staying there in the middle of the room was a cloaked figure. Maedhros quickly took his sword from his belt and pointed to the stranger.
“Who are you?” he growled.
The stranger chuckles and turns around slowly, his dark cloak floating gracefully around him. “Is that the way you treat an old friend, Mae?” Maedhros’s eyes widen as he sees Elrond’s face, his grey eyes calm but Maedhros could see a little anger in them.
“E-Elrond? How-” Elrond cut him off with a wave of his hand.
“How did I found you? Well, that was quite easy if I may say,” he says as he starts looking around the small room. “I just had to follow the angry crowd of humans. They don’t like you very much…except one.” That made Maedhros growled which made Elrond chuckle.
“Who would it bet that the might Noldor Prince would fall in love with a mere mortal. I think your ada must be throwing a tantrum in Mandos Halls with this news,” he says as he stopped in front of Maedhros.
“What do you want, Elrond?” Maedhros growled in annoyance, not liking how Elrond talked about his ada.
Elrond sighs, gazing seriously at Maedhros. “I’ve come here to propose something… Come with me to Rivendell. I will grant you a safe home and a place in my court.”
Maedhros glare at the half-elf in front of him and put his blade back on his belt, walking towards the small table and fill a cup with cheap wine.
After a moment, Maedhros looks back to Elrond. “No.” he says simply. “I finally found peace and happiness in the town and… I have Rose here.” He took a deep sip on his wine and filled his cup again. “Also, I don’t want to spend my days being glared at by snobby elves.” He says with a chuckle, knowing that any elf wouldn’t want a Noldor Prince in their city. Especially, a Noldor Prince that has been in two kinslays.
“You have your head at price, Maedhros,” Elrond finally says with a deep voice. “You aren’t safe here and… and you are putting Rose in danger too.”
Maedhros looks back to Elrond, his stormy eyes full of anger and concern. “How do you know that?! Who wants my head?”
Elrond sat on the small and old bed, and rub his hand on his face. “Some human band… They know what you and your family did to their ancestors and want revenge,” he says. “Their group may be small but it’s growing day after day, gathering more people that are bloodthirsty for the Noldor.”
Maedhros throws his cup to the wall and growls in anger. He was tired of conflicts and war. Tired of running. Tired of killing. Tired of being hated by everyone. All he wants now is to have small land, build a house for him, and for…Rose. To grow a family with her and wake up every morning with her sweet smile.
Elrond stood up and put his hand on Maedhro’s shoulder. “I leave by dawn… You can join me if you want.” with that, Elrond left the room.
Maedhros looks to the massive moon shining brightly in the dark sky. He knew what he must do but it hurt him so much.
Sighing, he put his cloak on and storm outside, climbing to the back of his horse and leave the town at full speed. If he needs to leave the town…to leave his dear Rose. Then he will do one last thing.
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Humming softly at a lullaby that mother used to sing to me when I was a child, I comb gently my wild dark hair, trying to tame it but failing completely.
“Come on, hair! Stay straight for just a godamn minute.” I groan.
Suddenly, I hear something hit on my window. I stood up and walk quietly towards the window, scared to see what’s there.
I peek out carefully and sigh in relief when I saw Maedhros standing there. I smile gently and shook my head. “What are you doing here? It’s late.” I whisper.
He gave me a small grin and wave his hand at me. “Can I come in?” he asked.
I nod eagerly, watching him climb gracefully the vines on my window. My breath got caught as he stood there on my window sill, his stormy eyes looking at me filled with love and passion. I took a step forward and cup his cheeks in my small hands, pulling him into a deep kiss.
He moans against my lips and wraps his arms around my waits as he comes inside the room. I was wearing only my thin nightgown and I knew he could feel my erect nipples against his chest. I’ve never felt this much desire before. I just want to rip his clothes off and have his soft skin press against mine all night.
He pulls back and pushes a dark lock behind my ear. “I’ve missed you so much.” He whispers.
A giggle fell from my lips as I kiss his chin. “We were together some hours ago, you silly.”
He chuckles as he sits on my bed, pulling me to his lap. “I know but it wasn’t long enough,” he says as he rests his forehead against mine. “I love you.” He whispers.
I notice that something was wrong but I push it away, knowing fully well that Maedhros was a hard one to crack.
Smiling softly, I kiss his lips. “I love you too….with all my heart,” I whisper back. I began playing with the straps of his shirt, slowly undoing them. His eyes never leaving mine. I feel his large hand rubbing up and down my waist, moving lower to the back of my thigh.
I took his shirt off and help him take my nightgown off, seeing how his pupils dilated when he saw my naked body. He cups gently my right breast, his thumb stroking small circles on my nipple.
A lewd moan escapes from my lips, making me blush deeply. I lean down, nuzzling my face into his neck.
“Hey… it’s okay. You can make all the noises you want but I recommend that you don’t make any since your parents are right next door.” He whispers with a chuckle, making me giggle.
I could feel his own arousal between my legs, feeling a massive tent on his pants. Moving my hand down, I undo his pants and gasp softly as his member slips out. I never saw a penis before, so I was marveling down at the massive member between my legs.
I wrap my small hand around his shaft and gave it a gentle stroke. Maedhros moans and throws his head back. “Rose…” He groans softly.
Seeing him this vulnerable and full of pleasure, made my own arousal runs down my thighs. I lower my hips on his member and gently start taking him inside.
“Wait! Rose…wait…OhEru!” He moans as his stormy eyes watch his member disappearing inside me.
I bite my lip as I feel a sharp pain, noticing some blood on his shaft. I look to his eyes, my eyes wide and filled with fear. Quickly, Maedhros cups my face and kisses me deeply.
“Shh…It’s okay. It’s normal… just take your time.” He whispers. “Breath, Rose. Breath.”
I nod and took a deep breath, helping my body relax. After a moment, I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, instead, I feel pleasure burning my body. I began rocking my hips, taking more of him inside.
“Ahh…M-Maedhros… So good…” I moan as my movements become faster and harder, his thrust meeting mine.
He kisses my jaw and my ear, biting gently my earlobe while whispering ’I love you’ over and over.
That night, we made love for hours. I exploring his body and him exploring mine. After all that action, I fell asleep in his warm embrace, humming in pleasure as his warmth lulled me to sleep.
“I love you…never forget that Rose”
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Climbing gently to the back of his horse, Maedhros looks back at Rose’s window. He knew that he should have to wake her up and try to explain to her what he must do but he was a coward and didn’t want to see her tears while she asks why.
“This is for the better,” he whispers to himself.
Sighing, he goes back to the town where he will meet Elrond and go back to Rivendell with him.
I love you, Rose He thought.
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