#maglor imagine

Send me headcanon requests. Legit anything. I am taking requests for:

- All Feanorians

- Fingon

- Turgon

- Finrod

- Angrod & Aegnor

- Elladan & Elrohir

- Glorfindel

- Ecthelion

I make long headcanons! I guarantee at least 10 mini paragraphs!

Some prompt ideas:

- Children

- Marriage or Proposal

- Protectiveness

- General Relationship

- Fluff

- NS*W

- Ruling together

- Dating

- Literally ANYTHING you can come up with. I just want to write.

- 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.

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

Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff

Words: 2, 267

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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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