#maedhros x reader
Rating: T
Words: 2.8k
Tags: implied/referenced torture, implied PTSD, trauma, angst, fluff, disabilities
After refusing yet another outing with you, it becomes clear that in the wake of Angband, Maedhros is working himself to the bone.
A/N: Starting off the revival with a bit of angst! Am also changing the formatting a little with future fics so i hope you like how this looks!
You paused by the doorway, just outside the chambers you shared with Maedhros. The sun had set several hours ago, taking much of the land’s warmth with it. A chilly breeze blew through Himring, carrying the promise of the oncoming winter. You’d have to double check your firewood was well stocked and the hearth stoked before the two of you turned in for the night.
Your hand lingered on the doorhandle, indecisive and hesitant despite your eagerness to turn in for the night. Since your husband’s return from captivity, you hadn’t always been welcome by his side – or in his bed, the echoes of touches he endured in Angband still too much to bare at times, Maedhros unable to tell the difference between what was then and what was now.
These days though, almost a year after his return, the times you were welcome at his side tended to outweigh the times you weren’t. But still, you didn’t want to break the fragile trust you’d managed to win back. You weren’t sure you could do it again.
Maedhros felt safe in the chambers you shared, you knew that much. Though you’d hate to accidently walk in on him during a vulnerable moment such as getting ready for bed. He still hadn’t allowed you to see his body, even a year later. The scars, he’d insisted, were too hideous to even look at – and he’d do anything not to see that disgust in your eyes. It didn’t matter how many times you insisted that no part of Maedhros could ever disgust you. His mind was made up.
With a huff, you pushed down on the handle and opened the door. If Maedhros was indeed changing, you’d apologise of course, or he could do so in your adjoining washroom; but you weren’t going to restrict your movements in your own home at the risk of startling him.
Slipping inside, you were quick to note that Maedhros was indeed already in his sleeping clothes. He sat on the edge of his bed with his back to you, a hairbrush in his one remaining hand which he pulled through his copper strands. It was much shorter than it used to be, now just below his shoulders where before it had reached the bottom of his spine. The ends were still brittle and dry from the treatment and malnutrition he’d endured at the hands of Morgoth but the new hair that had grown since then was lush and thick.
You knew it, and by extension, Maedhros himself, would never be the same but that little detail showed, at least, that he was beginning to heal from the ordeal. He was less gaunt now too, skin healthier and scars beginning to fade. You noted that your husband held himself differently now too. He didn’t hunch, exactly, but you could see the weight on his shoulders even after giving up the crown, the aura of regalness he still maintained despite it all.
He certainly wasn’t the elf you’d married all those centuries ago in Valinor, but you loved him none the less – and you would until the both of you met your end.
As the door closed behind you with a soft click, Maedhros looked up and met your gaze in the floor length mirror he sat opposite. The two of you locked eyes for a heartbeat before the corners of Maedhros’s lips twitched up into a small smile and his eyes dilated. He wasn’t yet in his nightclothes, but you didn’t comment on it. Sure, you loved every inch of him, but if he wasn’t ready to show you his injuries just yet, you would wait patiently until he was.
“How was your evening, dearest?” His voice had changed too – since Angband. It was deeper now, apparently due to screaming himself hoarse so many times, or so the healers had told you. You could have gone without knowing that particular fact.
“It was fine.” You sighed with your own soft smile, waltzing further into the room. “Though it would have been far better if you’d come with us…”
You’d been out on an evening ride to stargaze with Maglor. The stars were different in Beleriand and the sight of the moon bright in the sky still took some getting used to. Originally, Maedhros had planned to accompany you, but he’d decided against it after he felt too unwell to ride. Maglor had gallantly stepped up to take his place. You liked his company, but he was no substitute for Maedhros.
He gave a vacant hum, mind seemingly drifting somewhere far away.
You couldn’t have that. It never served Maedhros well to get lost in his thoughts.
Still smiling, you lifted one knee up and onto the bed before beginning to crawl across it. And once you were close enough, you pressed a kiss to the clothed back of Maedhros’s shoulder, heartbreakingly gentle.
His face twisted slightly but he made no move to pull away. That was progress. In those first painful few months after his rescue, he’d flinched from every touch – especially your own. You knew he felt tainted by what he’d experienced and he didn’t want to mar you in a similar way but in your view, that mattered little. You’d rather crash and burn than be apart from Maedhros any longer than you needed to.
“Been busy while we were gone?” Maedhros hummed and dipped his head once at that, swiping the hairbrush through his hair again.
“Writing a letter to my uncle… there’s more unrest with the Sindar. Having us around makes them… uneasy…” Both of you knew why but refused to say so out loud.
You answered with your own hum and sat down on the bed behind him, studying the waves of his hair silently for a moment. The circles under your husband’s eyes were dark, you observed, almost black. When was the last time he rested?
“You should take the day off.” You decided resolutely. “You’ve thrown yourself into your work, into diplomacy, ever since you could hold a pen. In my view that earns you at least a handful of days to yourself…” You cocked your head to the side as you studied his reaction.
Maedhros pressed his lips together, a small frown creasing his brow.
“There’s too much at stake.”
“Fingolfin can wait a day, don’t you think? Himring too. Even just an afternoon off would-“
“You don’t understand!” Maedhros cut you off, tone suddenly sharp and biting. He met your eyes in the mirror, gaze intense as if he were trying to burn you with it. “I would rather die than have one of my people go through what I did! If I hadn’t given everything and one of my soldiers or servants was captured, I could never live with myself.
Somewhat aggressively, Maedhros set the hairbrush down on his lap and began to weave his hair into a braid to stop it from becoming tangled during the night. You were quiet for several moments. Maedhros’s outbursts were something you’d grown used to since you’d followed him to Beleriand and you knew not to take it personally. He had the weight of thousands of lives on his shoulders and if you could help him bare that burden in any way, you would.
Angrily, Maedhros hissed though his teeth, face scrunching up as he tugged at his hair. Even at the best of times, braiding one’s hair with a single hand was difficult but already being angry made it near-impossible. Defeated, Maedhros cried out and threw the hairbrush on his lap to the ground, frustrated beyond measure.
He sprung to his feet, evidently having energy to expel and took several stomping steps forward. You knew this would no doubt be the start of a pacing episode, the carpet next to your bed already showing signs of wear from the amount of times he’d stomped the length of your room. The best you could do was try and nip it in the bud before the daker side of his mind took hold.
“Let me help you, darling.” You kept your voice soft and quiet. Shouting would and never had got you anywhere.
“I don’t need help!” He practically hissed in response. Frustration and fury oozed from his every pore in equal measure. “I can braid my own fucking hair! I’m not a child!” He began to pace, at a loss of what to do.
Your heart went out to your husband, as it often did when he got like this. You couldn’t imagine how frustrating his disability was. To go from being so able-bodied and well to… well. To being a shadow of himself. It was a fate worse than death in your view.
Even with all the progress he’d made, it was easy to see his pain. When he’d first tried walking again and had been too weak to even leave his bedroom, Maedhros had taken a swing at Fingon, such had been his anger – and perhaps embarrassment too. He’d never lay a finger on you though, of that you were certain.
You took a deep breath in through your nose.
“Sweetheart… you used to braid my hair all the time, did you not?” You let the question hang in the air for a heartbeat but weren’t expecting a reply before you continued. “Did you ever think I was a child?”
“No.” His face scrunched up, appalled and confused at the thought. “Of course not.”
“Exactly. Sometimes it’s just nice to have a lover dote on you, hmm? To show you that you’re more than what you see in the mirror – that you’re deserving of kindness. You’re not broken Mae, and I’d give you ever piece of my heart if I could…”
Maedhros studied you for several long moments. His face was impassive, and you were left wondering if he’d taken your comments onboard.
But then, to your relief, he seemed to deflate. His shoulders sagged as he released a deep breath and came to sit on the bed with you once more. He kept his head bowed and his back to you, leaving you unable to read his expression.
“Go on then.” You knew he’d never ask for help outright and supposed that this was the closest he’d get.
Gently, you set about running your fingers through the strands, looking for any knots your husband may have missed before separating it into three sections. You worked silently and took your time with it, enjoying the closeness that such a mundane activity could bring. Maedhros’s began to relax in minute stages, shoulders beginning to sag even further and head tilting to aid your work.
“Sorry…” His voice was quiet and unexpected. For a moment, you thought you’d imagined it.
But then you smiled and kissed what part of his hair you’d managed to braid so far.
“There’s nothing to forgive.”
Things would get worse before they got better, you knew that much. But you hoped Maedhros would never doubt the depths of your feelings for him.
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- This was not an easy decision for him to make. Every single day, every single hour, every single minute of your life could be plunged in danger if he took the privilege of taking your hand in marriage. You insisted you were alright with it, but Maedhros was understandable cautious. Anything that could harm the rare woman who had won his heart, was not to be underestimated.
- He began thinking of marriage several years before he actually proposed. These were dangerous times, and he would only blame himself if any harms was to come to you as a result of being his wife.
- Maedhros finally made the decision to wed you after a lengthy self struggle. He called on his brother, Curufin, to craft you a ring, which he duly did. Made of thin strands of pure mithril tied in an elaborate band, he had tiny crystals almost too small to see set around the edges, making the entire work glow in any light.
- The two of you went riding at midnight, alone without guards, just free together until Maedhros pulled you onto the edge of a ravine, where the two of you were silhouetted by nothing but the stars.
- He nearly didn’t do it. This was the rest of his life on the line, whether he’d spent the last remnants of his ill fated destiny alone, or with the love of his life at his side. Finally, the desire for the latter to come through was just too strong.
- Maedhros knelt before you, taking your hands in his, a startlingly vulnerable position. He never did anything like this, preferring to stand regal and stoic and impervious to all. Yet here he was, baring everything before you, something small and silver laying in his palm.
- You didn’t know what shined brighter. The stars, the ring, or your smile.
- Of course you accepted. This was your new life, his new life. That beautiful ring made its way onto your finger, and you made your own way into your husband to be’s arms. Maedhros held you tight that night, and the two of you spent hours talking under the starlight, reminiscing about the future and all it could bring.
- In a time of such war and darkness, news of something like a royal wedding was a cause for joyous celebration. It wasn’t just the entirety of the March of Maedhros that threw their arms up in happiness at the news. The fellow kingdoms of the Feanorians buzzed with excitement, and the kingdoms of the sons of Fingolfin and Finarfin bade warm wishes.
- Wedding gifts began to pile up almost immediately. There was a set of magnificent sapphires from Fingon, a mantle of rubies from Caranthir, and for some reason, a wolf pup from Celegorm, who couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t want an eight foot tall hound at your side.
- The entire kingdom was up in arms, preparing for the big day, and Maedhros was willing to give you nothing less than perfection. It wasn’t every day that a prince of the Noldor, and one of the most infamous of all the elves was wed. It came but once every thousands of years.
- But in your heart, you could hardly care less.
- You didn’t see the ring, you saw his face. And that face, that blood red hair and the weary but valiant grey eyes were all that mattered as you sunk into his embrace as a new bride to be.
@bookworm199.Sorry about the wait! I’ve been having a major case of writer’s block and schoolwork these days.
- 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.
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“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.
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“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.
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“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.”
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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.
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“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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Maedhros x Oc
Chapter Five
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?
Warnings: Kinda smut
Words: 1,821
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“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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