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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.

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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.”

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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!

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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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• Egalmoth isn’t really that protective, mainly since he always surrounds himself with people he can trust. But when he does get protective, he generally tries to keep it low key 
• He’s a pretty touchy-feely person anyway so no one thinks anything of it when Egalmoth suddenly becomes glued to your side, an arm around your waist.
• For the most part, he’ll discuss how much he dislikes a person or how on-edge he is by making jokes
• He’s got a pretty dry sense of humour but it really goes up a notch. And because of his tone, no one can tell if he’s joking or being serious 
• You’d probably know how to use a sword or a bow, but it’s unlikely you’d be an expert. Egalmoth would insist on you learning just enough so you’re not completely vulnerable 
• But he also likes being your knight in shining armour so unless you’re already a warrior, expect to be taken care of 
• But if you are already a warrior, seeing you being so badass is a massive turn on for him
• If someone were to make a direct threat against you, Egalmoth would address it immediately, and possibly use violence if provoked 
• “Excuse me kind Sir, but what the fuck did you just say to my partner?”
• He’s a pretty big guy so not the kind of person you want squaring up to you and getting in your face 
• For the most part, it’s Ecthelion that calms him down (surprising, i know - mainly because Glorfindel is also getting angry on your behalf)
• After Gondolin’s fall, the safety and security you’d all grown so used to is ripped out from under your feet
• Egalmoth becomes more protective and no longer puts the same effort into hiding it 
• Although he’d never forbid you from going anywhere, expect to be questioned before going anywhere unfamiliar, and Egalmoth insisting you take at least three guards with you 
• He’s generally a worry wart but was much better at hiding it in Gondolin. He fusses far too much and it’s actually quite endearing

• Although Egalmoth is a good height for an elf, he still feels a little threatened by some of the other lords like Glorfindel and Penlod because they’re taller than him
• And because of that, he’d love to have a short s/o so he gets to be the big person in the relationship 
• He has his arm around your waist or your shoulders at all times, just to keep you close and show everyone that this cute person is his and his alone
• Although he’s not that possessive, he might be a bit more protective over you since you’re small and easily knocked about. 
• It avoid this, he always makes sure to make a loud entrance in crowds and keep you close to him so people move out of your way. It takes a while before you realise he’s doing this specifically for you and it’s not just part of his personality 
• If he can, he’d rest his elbow on your head or shoulder to poke fun at you. He’d show you off to all his friends and make comments about how adorable you are
• He doesn’t mind the fact that he has to bend down to kiss you, in fact, he kind of enjoys having more control over it. 
• He loves it when you try and get him to bend down, and if he’s in a teasing mood he’d mock you for a while before he gives in. But it’s all for show and he loves kisses from his small partner 
• “Aww you want a kiss? That’s so sweet baby, ask me again, and say please.”
• The number of pet names he makes for you defies expectations. You’re called everything from Princess to Caterpillar to Dwarf
• Since you’re a little more fragile, he’s a bit more gentle with you at first until he can get a good handle on your limits. It’s not his fault, you just look so cute and vulnerable 
• He uses any excuse he can to pull you onto his lap. If he can’t find one, he’ll do it anyway. 
• Everyone is used to his PDA so no one bats an eyelid when he cuddles up to you in public and starts nibbling at your ear
• It could easily turn sexual and he’d have no shame about it

• For the most part, Celebrimbor is a pretty heavy sleeper and doesn’t tend to move around a lot. Nightmares are pretty rare
• They usually only occur when he’s been stressed or worried about something. It’ll play on his mind and remind him of things in the past that haven’t gone to plan either 
• The poor boy gets nightmares about a whole range of things - even in the first age alone he went through quite a bit of shit 
• Most of them involve the last time he saw his parents, his father before renouncing him at Nargothrond, the look of betrayal on his face, and his mother on the shores of Valindor before he made the worst decision of his life
• Celebrimbor gets very clammy when he has nightmares, it’s not very glamorous. He’ll toss and turn as well to the point where it might wake you up
• If it doesn’t and you continue to sleep, Celebrimbor won’t usually wake you up for comfort. In fact, he’d prefer it if you stayed asleep. 
• That way he can watch you sleeping peacefully as he calms himself down, trying to match his hyperventilation with your own steady breathing 
• It’s rare that just being next to you isn’t enough to lull him back to sleep. If the nightmare is really bad, he’ll cuddle into you a little more 
• Even if you stay sleeping, it’s pretty easy to tell the next day if he’s had a restless night. He’ll have dark shadows beneath his eyes and be considerably more withdrawn 
• You don’t even need to be awake but at this point it would help if you were. All Celebrimbor wants to do is rest his head on your chest and have you run your fingers through his hair 
• He doesn’t really need much verbal reassurance from you, and doesn’t like having a conversation about what the nightmare was about 
• There’s nothing you can say that will right the wrongs of the past so there’s really not much point in trying 
• You just have to hold him close and love him in spite of all the darkness

• Physical contact and affection isn’t something Caranthir excels at, so it’ll take him quite a while to get used to having such an affectionate partner
• In the beginning, he’s awfully stiff and blushes so much you’re sure his head must hurt. It’s all pretty overwhelming for him so you’ll need to ease him into it 
• At first, he’ll probably shy away and try to make you stop, sometimes even snapping at you since his nervousness is embarrassing 
• But if you get upset, Caranthir practically dies on the spot and will be on his knees trying to make it up to you - he’s soft for the people he loves, he just doesn’t know it yet 
• When he becomes more comfortable with it, Caranthir turns out to really enjoy cuddling with you in private
• He latches onto you in his sleep and has an alarmingly strong grip. Even if you need to get up in the night to use the toilet, you can’t
• He also really likes having you on his lap and watching what you’re doing over your shoulder. The two of you have read several books together like that 
• At times, he can actually be quite clingy for your attention, practically plastering himself over your back in an effort to be close to you
• Caranthir really does prefer to keep affections behind closed doors but depending on how long you’ve been together, he might begrudgingly accept affection in front of close family members 
• It still annoys him a little but not enough for him to be genuinely angry. Sometimes you like to push how far he’ll go in front of his family, just because its fun 
• As long as you pay attention to his boundaries and what makes him genuinely uncomfortable, you should be fine

• Even as subtle as the elves are, it’s unlikely your relationship with Glorfindel would stay secret for long
• People definitely know something’s up since he’s always by your side and smiles constantly
• He’ll stare at you from across the room, ignoring whoever’s speaking to him with hearts in his eyes
• Glorfindel will find any excuse to come over and talk to you, standing slightly closer than is considered appropriate
• He’s much happier than usual, even if that was possible
• Although he does his best not to touch you and give away the nature of your relationship, he can’t always help himself
• It’s mostly small subtle touches like brushing up against you as he passes or having a hand on your knee under the table during dinner
• He gets extremely jealous if someone flirts with you but will restrain himself since the two of you aren’t public yet
• But he’ll glare at them from across the room or be slightly less kind to the other person in future, taking an instant dislike to them
• Erestor finally gets a chance to tease Glorfindel about his sour mood since normally it’s the other way around
• Elrond definitely knows, even if he doesn’t say anything
• The two of you often go for long walks through the gardens of Rivendell together, your hand on the crook of his elbow
• You often catch other elves staring at the two of you, giggling. They love to gossip and probably already think the two of you are dating, even though there has yet to be an announcement
• Glorfindel doesn’t seem to notice as much as you do, happy and content in his own little bubble with you for company
• The two of you sneak into each other’s chambers in the evenings where you can be as affectionate as you like
• He likes to make up for all the times he’s wanted to touch you during the day
• It’s likely that as soon as you’re together, you’ll be pulled onto his lap with him nuzzling at your neck
• It’s not exactly the worst way to end your day, wrapped up in sheets with a beautiful elf cuddling you

• Despite the emphasis Curufin places on being composed and keeping up appearances, there are times when he’s anything but that
• For the most part, it’s the complete control and trust you place in him that turns Curufin on the most. He loves how you’ve given yourself over so completely 
• Adding to that, he likes being the one to do most of the work, putting the muscles he’s developed over years in the forge to good use
• His grip is usually tight, not enough to hurt you but enough to keep you from squirming as he pounds into you or lifts you up and down on his cock
• That isn’t to say he doesn’t like giving the control over to you every once in a while, although this isn’t done nearly as often
• Curufin appreciates the trust you place in him, but finds it difficult to let go in the same way. There are times when it’ll get him embarrassed, as does being overly affectionate,  and he reacts with anger and defensiveness
• Instead, Curufin prefers to be wrestled into submission, partly to save face. It might seem like he’s unwilling, but before hand he assures you that he is (His safeword is probably Finrod or something like that)
• Hair pulling is a big hit with him, both having his own hair pulled and pulling yours. It’s not about causing pain, it’s more about control and being able to maneuver his partner exactly as he wants 
•  As well as that, Curufin is a possessive fucker and enjoys leaving marks on you. For the most part though, he’ll do them in places that can be easily concealed
• It’s like a dirty little secret between the two of you, the slight pain as you go about your day a pleasant reminder of the night before 
• He doesn’t mind if you leave your own marks on him and finds the sensation of having his back scratched up to be actually quite pleasant 
• Curufin isn’t particularly loud, the most you’ll hear from him is a small moan or grunt if you clench just right
• He knows he’s good with words so dirty talk comes pretty naturally. It’ll be soft, whispered against your skin despite the harshness in what he’s saying 
• You’re pretty sure if he had you just right, on the edge, and asked you to kill someone in that lovely voice of his, you’d agree to it without a second thought

• Height has never really been that important for Curufin and it’s not something that often comes into play in your relationship
• He’s got no issues dating someone taller than him - he grew up with giants for brothers so he’s used to it 
• Don’t confuse who’s in charge here. Just because you’re taller than Curufin, that doesn’t mean you’re the one in control
• He’s more than strong enough to manhandle you, whatever your height - although it can be quite comical when he picks you up
• “Why are your limbs so long? It shouldn’t be allowed”
• Curufin doesn’t mind jokes about his height when it comes to close family members, as long as they don’t cross any boundaries. There’s nothing wrong with good-natured teasing
• But when the jokes come from other people, either regarding his short stature or you being strangely tall, Curufin doesn’t put up with any bullshit
• He’ll happily threaten people in public if he needs to, going out of his way to make their life miserable for teasing you
• Curufin loves seeing you in heels, even if it makes the height difference even bigger. He just loves how long and beautiful your legs are
• And what he loves almost as much is seeing the longing looks other people give you when you wear them - knowing he’s the only one that gets to take you home at the end of the evening

• When Curufin first develops a crush on you, it’ll actually take him quite a while to notice. He’s not very in touch with his feelings so it’ll come as a shock to him too
• The feeling unsettles him to his core. Loving someone means admitting vulnerability and taking the chance that you won’t like him back. 
• He also despises the notion of a ‘crush’ because it seems so stupid and juvanile to him. Because of that, expect him to ignore or avoid his feelings for the longest time 
• That being said, his feelings for you would be impossible to ignore completely and would be expressed whether he meant them to or not
• For the most part he’s just… less horrible to you. But as he begins to come to terms with his feelings, his behaviour changes
• Once you’ve caught Curufin’s eye, it’s impossible not to notice. 
• He spends a lot of time watching you from afar, much like a predator stalking their prey. It won’t take long to notice how he trails after you like a shadow
• It could be easy to mistake that for hopeless pining, but trust me, it’s not. Curufin is just… researching. Before making his move, he wants to check you’re not spoken for and learn your likes and dislikes
• If you have your eye on someone else, or there’s someone else vying for your attention, Curufin will do his best to publicly and privately discredit them, making himself the only available candidate 
• And then he moves in for the kill
• Curufin can be really fucking suave when he wants to be. He’s made a life for himself simply with the art of persuasion so you’re not gonna stand a chance
• Compliments from someone as stone faced as Curufin are pretty unexpected but still nice. He has a tendency to walk over quietly, always making you jump as he appears seemingly out of thin air 
• Once you get over the shock, he can be pretty fucking suave so it won’t take long before you’re a blushing mess 

• If you’re the kind of person that gets woken up in the night by their partner tossing and turning, sleeping with Caranthir is a dream
• He barely moves at night and is a pretty heavy sleeper. It’d take an orc attack to wake him, even at the best of times
• He looks so much less intimidating when he sleeps, the usual permanent blush almost gone from his cheeks and his face uncommonly relaxed. It’s a vulnerability few outside his family get to see 
• Although he’s a heavy sleeper, Caranthir is very particular about his nightly environment. The room has to be pitch black, the blanket has to be a thick one, and he has to be laying on his side
• This generally makes him a pretty good big spoon. He’s got less reservations about affection in the evening so doesn’t mind holding you close, even if he gets a mouthful of hair 
• His grip on you is strong though, slightly alarmingly so. He’ll keep an arm around you at all times and it’s bloody hard to break out of if you need to get up
• Despite being a heavy sleeper, if Caranthir can feel you struggling in his grip, he’ll pet your hair clumsily, garbling out some kind of ineligible reassurance in his sleep-addled state 
• Caranthir secretly likes being the little spoon, but it takes a bit of prodding to actually get him into that position. 
• He’s most likely to relent if you keep mentioning how you prefer to be the big spoon, that way he has the excuse of only doing it to appease you
• His face will be so red but at least you can’t really see it, although he does go quiet since he’s a little shy about being the little spoon haha
• Once he allows himself to relax, he’ll fall asleep like that and stay there for the whole night
• You might think it’s easier for you to escape like this but you’d be wrong. Caranthir will hug your arm to his chest so you’re still trapped with him
• When he’s asleep, it seems like his inhibitions are finally laid to rest and he can be as clingy as he feels during the day

• Maglor is extremely caring and would go to the ends of the earth for you at the best of times, so when he knows you’re on your period, it’s only magnified 
• I don’t imagine elves have periods so it’d be quite a shock for Maglor that you experience them in the first place. 
• Naturally, he’d want to learn more about why you have them and your experience but wouldn’t pry - he understands it’s private and would be mindful not to push too much
• Since he’s never experienced one himself, Maglor doesn’t really understand the intricacies of it all and the pain, but he still knows it’s bad and you’re hurting so expect him to be extra doting 
• He’s more than happy to bring you a hot drink and rub your stomach, trying to get you to relax and help soothe the pain. As a healer, i’m sure he could recommend some pain relievers as well 
• If it’s bad enough that you don’t want to have any visitors, Maglor doesn’t mind turning them away. And if they’re rude or insist, he’s not afraid to use a firm hand when needed
• He generally tries to stop you moping around too much though, he doesn’t want you to spiral and make yourself upset
• He’ll suggest a fun or relaxing activity together, even if it’s only reading or helping him write a song, at least it gets you out of your own head for a bit and focused on something else 
• If the pain is keeping you up at night, you can bet Maglor will stroke your hair and sing to you. It doesn’t even have to be the evening, he’ll do it even if you’re only the slightest bit stressed 
• He’s a very calming presence so it’s unlikely you’ll get too irritable and wound up. 
• And if you do, Maglor doesn’t mind being your emotional punching bad. He grew up with six brothers - he can take some insults. 
• What Maglor hates most though is when you get over-emotional and start crying over something trivial, he just hates seeing you upset and knowing there’s nothing he can do to help
• (Lol this was me the other week - i legit cried because the shop on animal crossing was closed and i wanted to sell a fish)
• After a few months, Maglor will more or less know what to expect with you so outbursts don’t bother him as much. And he knows just what works the best to help you too

• Your stubbornness is a trait that Curufin both admires and loathes, for the same reasons 
• He loves the fact that you don’t back down when you’re trying to get your point across, not taking shit from anyone
• For the most part, he’s content to sit back and let you win arguments and make points by yourself, knowing you don’t need any assistance 
• However when that stubbornness is directed at him, it’s a totally different story 
• Curufin himself can be a stubborn fuck and doesn’t often comprimise on things. Having a s/o who’s the same in this regard can mean arguments last a long time 
• If there’s something you can’t agree on, even after days of petty silent treatment and bickering, the two of you will just agree to never address it again
• There are several topics that are avoided completely and just swept under the rug, the most prominent being Curufin’s role in his oath and the demise of his cousin.
• It’s not the healthiest way of dealing with disagreements in a couple, i grant you, but Curufin doesn’t have a healthy relationship with anyone, including his brothers
• If your stubbornness translates into an inability to ask for help with things, Curufin’s frustration will only grow
• He doesn’t like seeing you floundering and struggling with things and gets the urge to sweep you aside and do it all for you
• It’s not really about control, more about wanting to wrap you up and keep you safe from the world
• Possessiveness is something Curufin definitely struggles with, especially as his list of allies grows thin. So a stubborn s/o that insists on doing things themselves will definitely test his limits

• As I’ve said before, Fingon is a pretty adventurous guy so it’s very likely he’s accumulated a large bank of kinks over the years 
• First of all, bondage is a missive turn on for him, whether it’s just tying your wrists to the bed or if it becomes some kind of art form
• He loves to take his sweet time teasing you while you squirm, powerless to fight back or get some pleasure for yourself. 
• One of his favourite things to do is get you tied on the bed, facing him, and then jerk himself off just out of reach. It’s immensely frustrating but he just loves to listen to the little disgruntled, desperate noises you make 
• Dry humping is another kink of Fingon’s that gets discovered relatively quickly. When he’s submissive there’s nothing better than trying his hands to the arms of a chair and then grinding all over him, a few dirty kisses thrown in for good measure 
• It’s a big bonus if he’s naked and you grind on him just in your panties, he won’t be able to stop squirming and bucking up against you. He could probably cum like that with enough patience 
• But don’t expect to try anything on Fingon and not have him return the favour. For teasing him like that he’ll get you back just as well
• He’s probably someone that really enjoys anal sex and would want to try it more out of curiosity at first provided you’re also willing 
• It opens up a whole realm of possibilities relating to toys and threesome that he loves to exploit whenever he can 
• Semi public sex is thrilling to him, provided he can do it somewhere relatively comfortable where the consequences of being caught aren’t too dire
• When he’s feeling submissive, I can see Fingon completely willing to be pegged, or fucked by someone else if you’re having a threesome. He’s completely unashamed of it and is loud and proud like always 
• There has definitely been a situation in the past involving you riding Fingon’s face while Maedhros takes his ass.
• And another situation in which you rode Fingon while Maedhros fucked his ass (again)
• If spanking wasn’t considered a kink before, Fingon could definitely make it one. He fucking loves it and the sight of your ass spanked red for him makes him wild
• He’ll take you from behind roughly, one hand in your hair forcing you to arch your back while the other slaps your ass harshly. I’m that position he can moan in your ear to his hearts content and it definitely helps you along 
• Fingon has a real thing for hearing you moan so all his dirty tall is geared towards getting you to use your voice. If you let out a specific sound, he might just blow his load right then and there 

I’m aware that occasionally there’s some debate about whether or not Tokiens Elves sleep or not. Since Tolkien has described several instances of elves sleeping and dreaming (for example, Turgon and Finrod are both described as sleeping and dreaming of the secret elven cities they would one day found.) As far as I’ve seen, the main argument against the elves actually sleeping is the somewhat popular belief that Tolkiens Elves might partake in some sort of deep meditative trance. 

This seems largely due to the fact that Elves are also described as sleeping with their eyes open and remaining aware of their surroundings and the happenings around them. They’re also described as needing comparatively short rest periods compared to mortals. So I can definitely see where the idea of them meditating rather than sleeping comes might come in. 

HOWEVER, 

That is not what I personally believe and since I’m physically incapable of keeping my opinions to myself I’m here at 2:09 AM on this fine Thursday night blatantly ignoring the fact that if I were to fall asleep right now I would only get 4 hours and six minutes of sleep before I have to get up again to explain my hypothesis to the void. 

I think that Elves (and maybe other immortal creatures) use a similar sleeping tactic as several aquatic mammals and various bird species, which is a phenomenon called “Unihemispheric Sleep” or “Slow Wave Sleep.” The idea is extremely interesting and there’s tons of super cool info that you can look into if you’re interested, but I’ll try to explain what it is as short and sweet as I can. 

Brains are generally considered to be divided in half down the middle into two hemispheres; the left hemisphere and the right hemisphere. Each hemisphere is in charge of sending or receiving messages to half of the body, while the other hemisphere is in charge of the other side. 

During normal sleep, BOTH hemispheres of the brain ‘turn off’ and rest simultaneously. This is why for most creatures we’re completely unaware of our surroundings and everything going on while we sleep because our entire brain went on its lunch break. We don’t process any sensory information unless it’s exceedingly disruptive. (For example, we probably won’t hear somebody walking through a room if we fall asleep on the couch but would wake up to them calling loudly to us.)  

During Unihemiphseric Sleep only one side of the brain (one hemisphere) rests at a time. Basically, it means that one side of your brain can still remain aware of the environment and ensure that body movement/function isn’t repressed so that if the need arises you can react quickly to things such as threats. 

Aquatic Mammals use this specific pattern of sleep most often to ensure that they don’t accidentally drown while they sleep or drift away from any family or pod that they might be a part of. Birds use it most often during long flight migrations so that they can still fly on course while also getting some rest or when they’re in an area where they feel unsafe or threatened. 

There have also been several studies that indicate most birds are able to choose if they want to rest both halves of their brain simultaneously or if they want to rest each hemisphere separately. In my personal headcanons (and writing) I also believe that Elves would have the same ability to decide how they want to rest since the quality and benefits of sleep are better when both sides of the brain rest at the same time. 

I beleive that the Elves would switch between the two sleeping styles depending on the situation the same way that birds can. 

For example, while Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas are chasing after Merry and Pippin I think that Legolas would have been capable of doing something similar to the migratory birds and kept on running after them even while half his brain slept. 

Meanwhile, I think that when elves are injured, sad, or just really tired they’ll sleep ‘normally’ and rest both hemispheres of their brain for the added benefits.

some thoughts onÍRIMËLALWEN and her youth

• it’s hard being related to fëanor and then not having some issues. i feel like she’s probably the most similar to fëanor in a way. at least, out of all the children of finwë.
• other elves would whisper that she seemed like an angry child. that she must not be happy in some way. she didn’t cry or throw tantrums though. and she wasn’t sullen and quiet. but there were aspects of her that would make older elves furrow their brows and take a step back from the young lalwen.
• she didn’t stomp around the polished floors of the palace. after all, a lady was taught to float and to seem entirely unbound from the earth on which they stepped. but her footsteps were just disturbing enough to make finwë wince as her paces resounded past his study.
• the scrape of her cutlery on fine plates is jarring to those who sit with her. she opens her a mouth a bit too much when she smiles and laughs a bit too loud. she presents herself as an entirely normal child but there are so many small eerie things that shake those around her.
• she loves her family of course. even if her father is always preoccupied with his duties or he’s always checking in on fëanor and not taking many glances back at findis, nolofinwë or arafinwë. 
• nolofinwë is always kind to her. he always helps her up onto her horse. he lets her sit in his room and browse through his books. he takes her into the city’s markets and lets her choose fine fabrics to her heart’s desire.
• at first, she doesn’t know what to think of arafinwë. he’s younger than her. and he’s born with the same golden hair of findis and their mother. he’s always tripping over and letting out small babbling sounds that babies usually do.
• later, she grows to quite like arafinwë. he’s reasonable and well-mannered. but it always irks her at how little space he seems to take up. her younger brother is perfectly content with following the will of others. he’s placated. the perfect grace and manner for a diplomatic prince. not a hair out of place, a pleasing smile and hands folded over his lap. he doesn’t scream. he doesn’t cry. he doesn’t shout.
• even nolofinwë has had his frustrated moments and lalwen can hear the bang of books being thrown from his room, probably due to frustration from fëanor’s harsh words.
• even findis isn’t a perfect picture. but she’s perfectly poised and a doll in the eyes of their mother and her people, the golden vanyar. she’s all coiffed sunlit hair and thick skirts that brush the floor. lalwen knows that findis can hold her temper. she has never heard findis raise her voice but what findis lacks in volume, she makes up for in her sharp, acidic tongue. lalwen likes how her older sister can quell even the sternest of arguments with a harsh bite and barely concealed frustration that can make elves take a step back.
• but arafinwë just keeps that calm smile on his face and some days it makes lalwen so irrationally angry that she wants to push her perfect, happy little brother down the stairs just so she can see some real emotion from him. but she doesn’t. he’s the baby of the family and it would do no good.
• lalwen hates the strict rules of society. a princess should not yell. she should not venture out beyond the borders of tirion in search of maiar. she should not come home after dark, her skirts snagged on stone and littered with small holes and loose threads. but she can tolerate that.
• what she truly despises is how insignificant she feels in the grand scheme of things. well, she’s a princess. she knows the privilege she has. but what is she? what is she allowed to be, compared to mighty gods who sit in their court on taniquetil? what is she able to be and achieve?
• she likes fëanor because he agrees with her. he allows her into his forges occasionally. her older brother cares little for the thoughts of others. he lets her sit at a murky looking table while he twists some contraption of wire and she talks about how she feels so confined and so angry for some reason. at everything.
• fëanor looks up at her. he asks if its truly anger she’s feeling. what is she angry at? it makes lalwen pause. she doesn’t truly know if its anger. she just feels red-hot and bursting and she burns to move, to conquer, to spit out. it makes her want to put her hands in her silky black hair and tear it out and to wrench her hands into velvet skirts and rip them apart. she wants to ride a horse far away and lay on the earth and feel the heartbeat of the ground beneath her.
• fëanor tells her that she’s fierce and she’s not angry. she shouldn’t punish herself for feeling that way. she’s passionate. and she knows her brother understands her. he has that knowing look in his silver-hot eyes that seem to contain a fire of their own. and lalwen knows her brother understands. they carry a similar flame and it is only after the tragedies that unfold many years later, after the death of their father, that lalwen realises that fëanor’s flame is something else entirely.