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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 [𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭]
“How can you be so reckless with my heart?”
This is part 1!
A/N: A story inspired by the song “Reckless” by Madison Beer! I hope your enjoy this story, give me feedbacks if you have one! Thank you darling!
𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍
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You three were the lovelies couple in the whole Middle Earth! Everyone adore you three as a couple. Elrond and Thranduil were such a loving lovers, they does everything and anything for you.
Everything was perfect until she came... Elnora. She was beautiful and amazing, you accepted that. You didn’t expect when your two lovers took interest in her but then you remind yourself that they only love you. And only you.
They made a vow already that you will be the only one they love in their life... Are they going to keep their words? You hope so.
You’re currently dragging you leg toward you guys room with quite a heavy heart as you kept on overthink about the relationship really hoping that it would all work out.
As you were about to open the door that led to the room you heard voices.... and not only Elrond and Thranduil but... Elnora voice’s too. Your heart dropped to your stomach before you decided to listen to their conversation.
“When are you going to leave her my love?”
“Soon we will. We don’t need her anymore nin mellon.”
You can swear that your world was dropping onto you as you back away from the door with tears in your eye. You wipe your teary eye before scoffing at them and leaving.
You’re going to make them all pay.
#Alaysha Of Middle Earth#thranduil x reader#elrond x reader#thranduil x reader x elrond#elrond x reader x thranduil#thranduil angst#elrond angst
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Elrond Angst Snippet #1
Description: You and Elrond meet once more on the decimated plains of Mordor.
You took no pleasure in knocking Elrond to the ground, your sweet Elrond, the man who put his trust and heart in your hands so willingly.
He coughed and stayed down, looking up at you with an unreadable expression that tugged at your heartstrings, and made the rations you ate earlier fight to come back up. The taste of ash and smoke fills your mouth, your eyes blurry with tears, both enraged and mournful.
If only he had stayed in Lindon, or Khazad-dûm, somewhere he would have been safe, but no. He followed Galadriel here, to the ruins of your homeland. Now he was bruised and beaten, laying at your feet.
“There’s a Southlander saying, I’ll spare you my native tongue, and say it to you in Common. Much water shall flow beneath many bridges before I forget you.” You said, leaning down, to meet Elrond’s eyes.
He was laying in the dirt, clothes ripped, skin covered with ash and blood. His chest rising and falling rapidly, as he looked up at you, endless grief in his oakwood eyes. “Why would you tell me this?”
You glanced up to see your master still locked in combat with Galadriel. “I do not wish to kill you Elrond, you have a place in my heart no one else can fill, but I cannot let you interfere.”
“Sauron will kill us all.” He said, voice strained and raspy, from the smoke.
You knelt down, slamming your fist against the ground next to his head, an uncontrollable rage surging through you. “You still do not understand, we are trying to fix it, fix everything he has done. It is penance, reparations, but we cannot do so, if the elves are always in the way.”
“We will always fight to preserve the light in the world.” There was a fire in his eyes, and you wished he would see reason, and go home.
You grabbed his breastplate, hauling him up slightly. “There will be, you must give us time, Adar has to be defeated first.”
His arm comes up and weakly tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your cheek. “There is still time, my starlight. Return with me, fight against him.”
You closed your eyes, tears spilling past your lashes. “You know I cannot. I have bound myself to his mission, I will see it through.”
The sounds of war cries, and horses filled your ears. You both looked up and Elrond grasped your arm. "Stay with me, my heart is still yours, do not leave it here.” He pleaded, his lips brushing against yours.
“Y/N, now is the time to retreat.” Halbrand shouted, breaking away from Galadriel and running back towards Mount Doom.
You rested your forehead against Elrond’s breathing in the faint scent of him underneath the ash. “It will take much for me to forget you, and the way you have made me feel. That is the meaning of the saying.”
You gently released him, and got to your feet, blinking back tears as you ran after Halbrand, too afraid to look back, knowing if you did, you’d never be able to leave Elrond again.
Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @thesolarangel, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority
#elrond x reader#elrond x you#elrond rop#rop elrond#young elrond#young!elrond#young elrond fanfic#elrond angst#elrond angst snippet#short and not that sad but I'm not in a sad mood so I can't really pull from anything#elrond peredhel#rop#rop fanfiction
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A while ago I gave myself a drawing prompt: What if Elrond was the one who found and rescued Celebrían?
#yes I know it was the twins but I wanted to draw celrond angst#don’t worry guys she’s fine#lotr#the lord of the rings#the silmarillion#tolkien#elrond and celebrían#celrond#elrond peredhel#celebrían#my art#fan art#digital art#it took me almost 2 years to gain the courage to post this bc I usually stick to the light fluffy stuff :.)
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Anyway, I think Elrond had a breakdown on Elladan and Elrohir's sixth birthday because they're so young, which means that he and Elros were that young when—
#because when you're a kid your living your full lived experience#so you don't know how young you are#but oh boy do I think it hit home for Elrond on his sons' birthday#imagining what he went through at that age on /them/#...angst hours over here#elrond#elros#elrond and elros#elladan#elrohir#the silmarillion#lotr#lotr appendices#third kinslaying#softlysilver
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There were quite a few people who absolutely refused to believe Elrond and Elros were who they claimed to be when they first came to Gil-Galad's camp. This led to the rise of several extremely questionable theories on who they really were, from the more mundane– they're just two half-elves the Feanorians found somewhere– to the more... esoteric, like that Maglor had "sung them into existence" to fool the armies of Valinor into letting them steal the Silmarils.
The most popular theory was that Elrond and Elros were actually the children of Maglor and Daeron of Doriath, and that they'd been kept secret for... some reason– look I never said the conspiracy theories made sense. E&E look a lot like Luthien (Luthien and Daeron are siblings with pretty similar features) and a bit like Fingolfin (who looks like Feanor who looks like Maglor), so it's not totally implausible. It would also explain how E&E had Maia powers without being Elwing's kids. And that was just enough information for it to become a completely unkillable rumor. Most of it dies down after E&E show some clearly human traits, like getting sick, but there are still die-hard believers out there. Some genealogies from the early Third Age list Elrond as Daeron and Maglor's child.
Elrond, who's been confronted about his "real parents" several times, is very over it. Gil-Galad thinks it's extremely funny.
#silmarillion#silm headcanons#elrond#elrond peredhel#elros#maglor#daeron#daemags#kidnap fam#gil galad#You can't tell me everyone just believed they were actually Elrond and Elros#I was considering making an angst post about this but the crack potential was too good to resist
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By The River
I was rewatching Lord of the Rings, and oof. I now remember why I swooned over Orlando Bloom so much as a teenager...
Pairing: Legolas x Reader
Word Count: 1,334
Rating: T (angst)
Chapter: 1/1
Summary: You've grown quite fond of Legolas, but when he disappears without so much as a word, your world is turned upside down.
You walk slowly towards the river Bruinen, occasionally glancing up at the clear night sky. A handful of trees litter the path of the river, marking where the beauty of Rivendell merges with the beauty of the forest. You take in a deep breath as you approach a particular beech tree, one that was slowly becoming your favourite.
You smile to yourself as you hear the feet landing behind you, slowing for just a moment as you see the familiar blond elf falling into step alongside you.
“It’s a beautiful night.” Legolas breaks the silence.
You merely hum in agreement, glancing at him with a soft smile, one that he returns.
You couldn’t quite remember how long you two had shared this routine, but he was always there, every night, ready to join you in your walks along the edge of the forest. Most nights you spoke, joking and laughing, but some nights, you enjoyed the simple silence, interrupted only by animals in the distance or the whistling of the wind. Truth be told (but never to Legolas himself) he was the reason you enjoyed your walk so much.
You eventually find yourself paused at the riverbank, looking down at the moonlight reflecting along the rippling waters. A breeze whips around you and you shiver, exhaling softly as you wrap your arms around yourself. You feel a warm presence behind you as Legolas moves to wrap his cloak around your shoulders, his hands resting on your upper arms. Without thought, you lean back into his touch, letting his warmth wash over you.
“Beautiful.” He murmurs.
You tilt your head to glance back at him, finding him gazing down at you, blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight. His hand comes up slowly, resting along the hollow of your throat, his thumb and forefinger pressing up against your jaw, lifting your face to meet his. He dips his head down, tentatively brushing his lips over yours before pulling back and letting his hand return to its place on your arm. Your lips part slightly, but no words come, so you give him a soft smile instead, letting your head fall back to rest against his shoulder as your gaze returns to the waters of the river Bruinen.
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The next day, you find yourself busy, running small errands for the council. But Legolas remains in the back of your mind, his soft kiss replaying over and over. Once night falls, you grab your cloak and slip out for your nightly walk. You quickly make your way to the beech tree, pausing for a moment. When all you hear is the rustling of the water and chirping of birds, you glance around.
“Legolas?” You call out, looking up at the branches.
Your heart begins to race as your elven senses pick up no sign of him.
“Legolas?” You call out again, silently hoping that he had somehow lost track of time.
No answer comes and you feel your breath run short, catching in your throat as your pulse pounds in your ears. You force down a deep breath before turning to run back into the walls of the city. You make your way to the council room, steadying yourself before approaching Elrond, who greets you with a nod of his head before returning to the map he was studying.
“Lord Elrond,” you begin, bowing your head slightly, “have you seen Legolas?”
“He is gone,” the elf responds, “A messenger came from Mirkwood this morning, and he left.”
You feel your heart sink to your stomach as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Your jaw drops slightly as you turn away from Elrond, clenching your fists by your sides.
“This troubles you?”
“I was just-” You pause, unsure of how to explain yourself to the high elf. “I did not know he was leaving.”
“Do not worry for him,” Elrond says, turning to look at you fully, “he will return in time.”
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You try to follow Elrond’s advice, busying yourself with whatever you can find and forcing yourself to focus on anything but the thoughts of Legolas. But days soon turn into weeks, then into months. And the Sindar elf does not return. You eat out of habit, on the days that you remember, and hardly ever venture out of the walls of Rivendell. Some days your heart aches as it did when Legolas first left, other days it feels cold and numb.
One day, Elrond, who had kept a distant eye on you as you grieved, approaches you.
“You should take a walk,” he says softly, “the air would do you good, as would the sun.”
“The river reminds me of him,” you admit.
“An unpleasant memory?”
“No, not at all. I just…I miss him.”
You stare at Elrond with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall. He lets out a small sigh as he places his hand on your shoulder.
“Then go to the river, sit with the memories.”
Elrond gives your shoulder a soft squeeze before turning to walk away. You watch him disappear around the corner before turning your attention to the waterfalls scattered around the city, listening to the sounds of rushing water. You slowly walk through the city, heading towards the waters of the river.
You eventually approach your tree, reaching out to run a hand along the bark as you look down at the flowing water. In the light of the noonday sun, the colour almost matches Legolas’ eyes. A tear slides down your cheek as you turn to lean against the beech, sliding down to the ground and bringing your knees to your chest. Your eyes close as you lean your head back against the tree, losing yourself and letting time fly by.
You hear footsteps in the soft grass and you leap to your feet, turning to face the approaching figure. The sun glints off golden hair and your jaw drops momentarily before you close your eyes, deciding that your eyes are playing a cruel trick.
“No.” You say softly.
You slowly open your eyes, taking in the figure that now stands before you. Piercing eyes stare at you as golden locks flutter in the soft breeze. Legolas…
“I thought you’d left,” you murmur, “never to return.”
“You truly think I would do that?” Legolas tilts his head slightly, striding forward to stand in front of you.
“I didn’t know what to think,” you reply slowly, “you were just…gone. You never even said goodbye.”
“I tried to find you,” the blond elf murmurs, “but I couldn’t. And it was urgent that I return to Mirkwood.”
You take a step back and swallow as you stare at the river again, fingertips digging into the bark of the tree as it presses into your back. Finally bringing your gaze up to meet his, you see pale blue filled with concern and… was that hurt?
“I would never abandon you.”
Legolas’ voice comes out as little more than a whisper as he moves in closer, bringing up a hand to caress the line of your jaw, catching a fresh tear with his thumb. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes as you feel his free hand resting ever-so-lightly on your hip.
“ Melethril…”
Your eyes flutter open as you feel Legolas’ warm breath dancing across your lips, his own within inches. Your hands find purchase on his cloak as his body envelopes yours, your lips finally meeting in a soft kiss. You lean into him as his grip tightens on you, holding you close as your lips mold together. Your lungs begin to ache, but your desire for Legolas pushes all other thoughts back as you cling to him.
Legolas finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as you both take in a breath. He tilts his head back to look into your eyes, the intensity of his gaze filling you with warmth. He speaks in a low tone, slowly and assuredly.
“I will always come back to you…”
#legolas#legolas greenleaf#reader insert#legolas x reader#orlando bloom#elrond peredhel#angst with a happy ending#fluff#grief#little bit of romance
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An Angsty/comfort Lindir Imagine.... is that something you could do for me?☺🤗🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏
I'll love you forever and ever!!!!!!!!!!
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💜
I can give it a good go 😝
Lindir imagine - “Purple dress” Fluff content
Warnings: Slight angst, feeling tired, fluff mostly, very mild! Sexual references, but it is mostly a chaotic imagine on sweet Lindir <3
Lindir (LOTR/Hobbit) x fem! reader
I wandered through Rivendell smiling at the stunning setting surrounding me. I felt at ease and peaceful until I heard whispers from a few of the elves around me. For me, I was only a Human-Dwarf girl. Which brought upon a few harsh comments from the elves who giggled and pointed at me. It put me in a terrible mood within seconds as I hurried past them and rushing around a corner and into something.
It was a chest. The chest of Aragorn the strider. He was a handsome man but I was not in the mood for him to look down at me currently, so tried to walk around him but he grabbed onto my wrist and pulled me back, so his face was inches from mine. All I could do was gulp and shake my head.
“Aragorn please not now,” I sighed
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.. come on..” he chuckled and moved hair from my face
“Please,” I begged him wanting to run off
“Oh come on let me talk-“ he started.
He was cut off before he could even finish as I felt a large, long arm wrap around my waist and pull me against them. Feeling a tall man’s body pressed to my back.
My stomach filled with butterflies as I slowly turned my head to see who it was. It was Lindir. Who was glaring at Aragorn, then looking down at me with a soft stare. His smile fading as he looked back at Aragorn.
“She needs time to relax first Aragorn. She is clearly upset and exhausted. You know Rivendell and she does not, so just let her go by at her own pace.” He spoke up and gently guided me away.
We walked side by side up many stairs, left, right around many corners which easily lost me but I had no care as I felt his hand on my lower back as he showed me around to the room I was going to stay in while here in Rivendell. He smiled at me before walking inside with me. He wandered over to the balcony and let out a deep breath.
“You know. You’re one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” He chuckled making me blush.
I couldn’t even move from my spot beside the bed in the centre of the room against the back wall. He was way too perfect to be complementing me so I felt speechless.
He glanced at me and showed a more cheeky smile compared to his usual mature facial expression. He clearly noticed how flustered I was by his words making me heat up and feel blush creep on my cheeks.
“Thank you for before. I do feel quite exhausted from the long trip here. I have barely any time to myself being surrounded by men all day long” I sighed
“You don’t need to thank me. I seen how uncomfortable you felt and had to help.” He nodded.
I watched him as he walked over to the chair in the corner of the room and grabbed a beautiful, purple dress, similar colour to his own robe. He motioned for me to follow him.
We wandered passed a few rooms and into a long corridor, into a room with a large bath. It was filled with warm water and bubbles that smelt magnificent.
“I had this made for you. It can help with your tense muscles” he smiled and placed the dress down on another chair in the room
“Lindir this is so much, I couldn’t possibly bathe in that, you have done so much already” I sighed and shook my head
“I insist. I made the bath for you princess. So please enjoy it” he chuckled moving some of my hair from my face.
He walked past me and closed the two large doors, leaving me alone with the gorgeous smell of those bubbles. I couldn’t decline such an offer, who knows when I’ll be able to clean myself like this again.
My skin felt brilliant as it hit the hot water, my tense muscles relaxing as I laid inside the large tub, letting out a soft moan from enjoyment, not wanting to move. But I washed my entire body, feeling perfectly clean and at ease.
Drying myself off and holding up the dress wandering how much it cost him. Feeling bad for him even thinking about me.
It fit my body figure perfectly and made me smile. I smelt amazing and looked stunning. Quickly opening the doors and rushing around to find Lindir who was speaking with Lord Elrond about things.
Elrond noticed me first and smiled, but I wasn’t interested in him at the current moment and hugged Lindir.
“Thank you. For everything” I smiled and then realised what I was doing, hugging him in front of Lord Elrond himself, shyly standing back
“Lindir picked the dress out himself, I’m glad you like it” Elrond grinned and then wandered off to speak with Gandalf.
Lindir seemed to watch as Elrond disappeared and then looked down at me, a smile appearing on his face once again. His eyes clearly gazed up and down my body.
“It suits you and brings out your eyes.” He chuckled making me flustered again.
I gently hit his arm and then gazed at his pink lips, gulping as ideas flooded my mind. His eyes still locked on me. Aragorn coming into my sight once more making me clench my fists, he punched Lindir in a playful way and smirked at me.
“You look good” he snarled
“Oh.. thank you” I shyly smiled
“I put it on her” Lindir spat out with a smirk as Aragorn turned to him with shocked expression
“Y-You.. well then! That explains why you stole her from my conversation before. I’ll let you two be” he raised his arms in a funny motion and wandered off.
I was overheated from embarrassment and glared at him as I crossed my arms. He just smiled and took my hand taking me on a walk down to the water fountain.
“I only wanted him to let you be, so you can think to yourself. Sorry if it came off wrong” he apologised
“No. It’s quite alright. I wouldn’t have mind if you really did put it on me.” I chuckled with a small grin.
He looked at me with a smirk, raising his brow and nodding, leaning down and touching the water. Splashing some towards me making me shake my head and gasp at how cold it was on my body.
“Lindir! I just cleaned myself and changed!” I laughed
“Good. You can change again with my help” he laughed in return and splashed me again.
I put my feet in the water and splashed him back with a huge wave of water. Until we were both completely soaked and in a mess, just giggling and looking at the other elves walking by with judging manners.
#fluff#angst#lindir#lord of the rings#hobbit#elves#elf#Elrond#Rivendell#lindir x reader#imagine#smut#preferences
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Imagining Elrond having been there to visit Celebrimbor during the downfall of Ost-in-Edhel. Celebrimbor taking Elrond and running. Running because he knows his cousin won't leave without him and no other reason. Sauron comes and cuts them off. Celebrimbor pushes Elrond into flight, his screams making Elrond look back to see Sauron tearing his cousin apart. Elrond runs now because Celebrimbor wanted him to run, to survive, to live, and he wasn't wasting his cousin's sacrifice.
Imagining Elrond crying into Celebrian's arms as he has nightmare after nightmare about Celebrimbor's death. Over centuries and millennia the nightmares cease.
Imagining Elrond's nightmares returning after Celebrian sails, but now it's her in Celebrimbor's place, dying for him. Now it's Celebrimbor's broken and bloody body he finds in the woods somewhere and does all he can to piece him back together. Sometimes it's both of them, sometimes it's Celebrimbor with Celebrian's screams. Always there is Sauron lurking just at the edge of the dream, waiting to catch him too.
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I'd Die for You
"Bro, I'd die for you." Celebrimbor laughs as he falls back against the tree they are sitting under.
"I'd die for you, too." Elrond smiles at him.
"No, dude, I'd die for you."
"I'd die for you."
"No, I died for you."
Elrond looks over to see blood dripping from Celebrimbor's eyes. "Tyelpe?"
"I died for you. I DIED for you." Blood pours from his mouth.
"What?"
"I DIED FOR YOU." Celebrimbor's body contorts into a broken dying facade.
"I-" Elrond's heart rate spikes as he scrambles back. "I-"
"I DIED FOR YOU!"
"I'm sorry."
"I DIED YOU YOU! And this is how you repay me?"
Elrond looks away only to see Celebrian standing there with hollow eyes. "I died for you..." She whispers. "I died for you..." A long shadow falls away behind her into a great fire.
"I DIED FOR YOU!"
Elrond turns and Celebrimbor is dripping blood, a pole sticking out of his chest. Cruel laughter echoes around them as the garden falls away into ash. Fire burns behind Celebrimbor illuminating the outline of a Shadow.
Elrond screams as he sits up in bed. He presses his hands to his mouth, hoping he hadn't woken anyone. He sits there catching his breath as tears roll down his cheeks. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." He sobs as he wraps his arms around himself in a failure to comfort himself. Celebrimbor and Celebrian's words echo through his head. They died for him. They died for him. They died-
A knock on his door. "Elrond?" It's Glorfindel. "Are you alright? I heard screaming."
Elrond stifles a sob, he doesn't want to worry his friend. "I- I'm alright!" His voice catches a squeaks.
"Another dream?" Glorfindel sounds worried.
"I'm fine!" Elrond just wants him to go away.
"You don't sound fine. Cover up cause I'm coming in."
Elrond barely has time to throw the blanket back iver himself before Glorfindel is barging in. "Get out!" He snaps as he looks away. He doesn't want Glorfindel to see him crying, see his weakness.
"It's alright to have nightmares, Elrond." Glorfindel says softly as he kneels next to Elrond's bed. "While Mandos has dulled the pain of death and healed me of the spiritual pain my death caused that doesn't mean I am not scarred by the deaths I witnessed."
"Go away."
"No."
Elrond wants to hit his stubborn friend, but he can't turn around. He can't see yet another face of someone who would die for him, technically did in a round about way. Glorfindel died protecting his grandmother and their people. Doesn't that mean he died for him? He died so Elrond could one day live. Another name to the list of people that had died for him. So many. So many.
"It's alright to mourn." Glorfindel says softly. "And it's alright to need help. Asking for help isn't a weakness."
Elrond knows Glorfindel can't read his mind, but he still hit so close to Elrond's own thoughts. "Please, just go away."
"I'm not leaving you to wallow in your pain. Come on, get up and get dressed. We are going for a walk.
And so it became tradition that after a nightmare Glorfindel would drag Elrond out to do something, even if it was the middle of the night and neither if them could see very well. Glorfindel would distract Elrond until his heartbeat was steady, his breathing calm, and his thought weren't spiraling. He'd tell Elrond stories about mundane life in the First age, and if Elrond was lucky something from Valinor.
It was Glorfindel that reminded Elrond how to live when his children left after Celebrian died, when Elrond needed someone to pull him out of the muck and mire that was his mind. And Glorfindel never asked for anything in return. A silent protector, even when Elrond wanted him to just go away. Glorfindel died once protecting the survivors of Gondolin and he'd die again if it meant protecting Elrond, but he'd never tell Elrond that.
#I just want angst ok?#I'll post this to ao3 eventually#Why is my blog slowly morphing from an incorrect quotes to fanfiction blog?#lotr#lord of the rings#silmarillion#elrond#lotr elrond#elrond peredhel#celebrimbor#lotr celebrimbor#celebrian#lotr celebrian#glorfindel#lotr glorfindel#fanfic#ao3
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Haunted
Pairing = Glorfindel x Reader
Genre = Teen and up
General ratings = a twinge of angst, fluff, smut implied (?)
Content warnings = smut implied
Word count = 1,4k
Notes = ……hi 🫣 I haven’t posted in a month 🙃 Life has been really busy and I haven’t really had the time (nor the motivation, truthfully) to write. I had a more regular schedule before, but I think for now it will stay… ‘irregular’. I have no idea when or what I will post next. Hope you can understand!
Glorfindel was being haunted. Not by ghosts- no. By the memories of his past life. Of his mistakes. Of his friends. Of their deaths. Of his death. The searing pain of his scalp as he was tugged down and down and down by the Balrog. Of the heat he felt as he fought for his life, for the lives of Idril and Tuor and Eärendil and everyone. His mind replayed those moments over and over, never leaving him a second of peace.
The slight smile of Ecthelion, Rog’s boisterous laugh, Turgon’s exasperation with them, Elgalmoth’s mischievous eyes as he gossiped, Penlod’s hums as he pretended he was listening, Galdor’s excited chatter about the trees and plants he saw, Duilin’s whistles as he walked, Tuor’s love-struck expression as his eyes followed Idril and Maeglin’s shy smile when someone asked him about his work…
Oh, Maeglin… Glorfindel had hated him, for a time. Hated him for giving Gondolin away to Morgoth, giving away their lives.. But that time had passed. In the halls of Námo, Glorfindel had had plenty of time to think before he was reborn. And think he did : about how Maeglin had lost his mother and father. About how his only parental figure was Turgon, who was too busy to really spend time with his nephew. About how he mistook his love for Idril as romantic and not platonic, and how that strained his friendship with her and Tuor. About how rumors spread that Maeglin was a vile being. About how none of them did anything to defend him. About how lonely Maeglin must have been.. About what impossible horrors he felt at the hands of Morgoth and Sauron. About how they never saw how broken Maeglin had returned. About how he didn’t care if he died anymore.
Yes, Glorfindel had thought, Maeglin had done something wrong. And he forgave Maeglin for what he had done, because Maeglin had been a child. A child who needed to be guided and shown love, but no one had stepped up to take up the role.
He thought about you. About your smile, your eyes, your nose. About the way you moved, how you talked and your passions. And he ached. Because he didn’t know what happened to you. He didn’t know if you had died, if you had suffered or if you were still alive. If you had moved on from him.. And that haunted him. His every waking thought, his every dream and nightmare.
Sometimes, Glorfindel dreamed of you. He dreamed that you were laying in his bed, in Gondolin, smiling at him. That you carded your fingers through his hair and told him that you loved him. And when he woke up, his heart ached and he did not know whether to thank or curse Irmo.
Glorfindel had a mission. He was going back to Arda Marred. And he found himself dreading going back. Dreading seeing how everything had changed and how the language had evolved. Dreading how no one he knew would be there. How he would be alone. At least in Valinor, he saw his mother and father. He found himself crying when he realized he did not remember what being embraced by his parents felt like. They took care of him and he couldn’t be more grateful to have them.
When Glorfindel departed, he stood looking at Valinor until it had been long since out of view. He stood still, wondering if he was dreaming. He thought, how ironic, for he was going back. Not anyone else. Him. Laurëfindelë Glorfindel, an emissary of the Valar, granted powers nearly as strong as that of the Maiar. And he didn’t want to go back. Nienna wept for him, for his sacrifice, for his fear and for his love. He found himself appreciating her understanding. She visited him, before he departed. He listened to her words, without understanding : “Dear Child, your heart is being haunted. Your mind is playing tricks on you, and your heart is rendered blind by your pain. But your gut, your gut is still there and strong. Follow it, follow what it tells you. But do not silence your heart and mind for it, listen to them. Listen, but do not follow.”
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When Glorfindel arrived in Middle Earth, he did not know where to begin. He was tired, but could not sleep. He thought about you. About your lips on his, about your laugh, about your hands in his, about the ring he had passed on your finger. He thought and thought and thought. And his heart ached. He walked on paths and in forests, stopping to wash himself in rivers. And he despaired.
It was later that he found Lindon. Days later. Or weeks, he did not know. He met Elrond, someone who would confuse and amuse him for the rest of their lives. Part man, part elf, part maia. He wore the insignias of Fingolfin and Fëanor with pride, daring anyone to confront him about it. He was a gentle soul with a heart of gold and the patience of the wise. He was as kind as summer and Glorfindel found himself basking in his presence, like a flower who had grown up in shadow feeling the sun on itself for the first time.
Círdan was surprisingly mischievous. Subtle jokes, sarcasm and deadpan looks were all things he threw at others, uncaring if they understood or not. He was calm, but could easily terrorize anyone with his anger, like the sea. Board games were his favorite and Glorfindel spent time playing with him, thinking of strategies to beat the older elf.
Gil-Galad was as confusing as he was funny. His father was unknown and he liked to joke around about it. Glorfindel spent time with him when they could, talking about everything and nothing. When Gil-Galad felt Glorfindel starting to lose himself in memories, he would randomly tell a stupid joke. They made Glorfindel laugh each time.
Celebrimbor had been a bit weary at first. Glorfindel almost laughed at the memory of a small Curufinwë Tyelpërinquar staring at him with the exact same look. It wasn’t long until they became great friends. Celebrimbor understood : he, too, was haunted by his past actions and words. Maybe for different reasons than Glorfindel, but the important thing was that he related to how Glorfindel felt. Having his feelings validated was something that alleviated the pain in Glorfindel’s heart.
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Glorfindel walked around Lindon aimlessly and leisurely, taking his time to look around. You haunted him. Everything he saw reminded him of you. From pretty rocks you would have collected, passing by a stand selling your favorite fruit, to someone wearing clothes the exact color of your eyes. His mind played tricks on him, making him imagine hearing your laugh or seeing your beautiful hair swaying in the wind.
He stopped walking at a bookstore, a feeling bubbling up inside him. He looked at the door, curious. His gut screamed at him to enter that store, for some reason. His mind dismissed the feeling, but his heart held hope. They warred against each other. And then, Glorfindel was reminded of Nienna’s words to him. And he went inside the store.
Inside the store, which was cozy and homey, he felt pulled towards a particular bookshelf. His breath hitched as his mind reeled to a stop, his heart pumping wildly. There you stood, browsing the shelf while smiling. Feeling observed, you turned your head, your eyes widening as you saw Glorfindel, your husband, your soulmate, standing there. Glorfindel was frozen, his mind scrambling and heart singing with joy. You were the one to make the first move, throwing yourself in his arms, ecstatic. Glorfindel hugged you back, a sense of wholeness overtaking his mind and body as he kissed you long and passionately.
The two of you spent hours upon hours talking, laughing, crying and hugging. This long-awaited reunion was a balm on Glorfindel’s bruised and battered heart. That night, under the stars, in a magnificent glade full of flowers, you rekindled your fëas. Glorfindel made love to you slowly and passionately, kissing every piece of skin revealed as he undressed you, worshiping your body with his hands and mouth. That night, in your arms, Glorfindel had no nightmares. He woke up to your sweet voice and felt free. Free of the thing that haunted him. And he smiled.
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#the silmarillion#glorfindel#laurëfindelë#laurefindele#glorfindel x reader#laurëfindelë x reader#laurefindele x reader#fluff#love#angst#mourning/grieving (?)#elrond#celebrimbor#tyelperinquar#tyelpërinquar#círdan#cirdan#nienna#Haunted
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I wonder how long it took them to find Celebrían.
So either she went by herself, which is implied, or Elrond sent a few guards with her, or she travelled with some of Galadriel's people that came over specifically to escort her to Lothlórien. Was the trip planned in advance? Was it a regular thing, that she went to Lothlórien once every few years to see her parents? Did she take Arwen or the twins with her occasionally? Obviously not this time, otherwise they would have been "waylaid" too. If anyone else was with her they would have been killed, no doubt, and the only reason Celebrían herself survived her "poisoned wound" and whatever else the orcs did to her was because of whatever high-elf ancestry light-of-the-two-trees Daughter of Galadriel inner powers she had going on.
So it took the Fellowship approximately two months to get to Lothlórien from Rivendell, but that's accounting for their massive detour through Moria. Celebrían took the Redhorn Pass (side headcanon: the Redhorn Pass became impassable only after this incident), and because she was an elf and (presumably) by herself we can knock off about a month, if she was on a horse.
So in the Appendices Celebrían is referred to as Daughter of Celeborn, not Daughter of Galadriel, which seems more likely given Galadriel's importance in the Lord of the Rings and the history of Middle-Earth in general. That leads me to assume that Celebrían took after her father way more than her mother - it's likely she couldn't mind speak to the same extent, perhaps she didn't even have the same level of Foresight.
Assuming she would have sent Elrond a letter the moment she was in Lothlórien, and Elrond was expecting this, it would have taken maybe a week or two or maybe another month more for Elrond to think something was wrong - maybe she was delayed somehow, by weather etc, maybe the letter was lost on the way, whatever. If her parents were expecting her, it would have taken them equally long to suspect something was wrong.
So then I'm guessing Elrond mind-spoke with Galadriel if he hadn't done so before to ask if Celebrían had arrived, maybe Galadriel saw something in her mirror and alerted Elrond the same way, whatever. Then finally, after about two months to my reckoning - the 24 hours you wait to file a missing persons report converted to Elf conceptions of time - Elrond sent out the search parties.
(By the way, if her horse somehow survived and found its way back to Rivendell, it would have taken a similar time).
Anyway, if it took her approx. 3 weeks (3/4 of the way from Rivendell to Lothlórien) to get to the Redhorn Pass, it took the rescuers the same amount of time - less if they were in a hurry, but they also had to physically look for her. Then they had to bring her back to Rivendell, and I read somewhere (maybe a fanfic, don't quote me on this) that it was the twins that found her - traumatic enough, but imagine travelling home for a few weeks with your half-dead mother beside you on your horse.
Maybe the eagles helped. Idk.
In conclusion, I believe Celebrían was lying poisoned and half-dead from torture in a cave (presumably without food or water) for at least two or three months before she was found and taken back to Rivendell.
This whole scenario is based on the assumption that nobody saw the attack coming, which, unlikely as it seems, must have been the case as there is no way either Elrond or her parents would have let her travel (alone or otherwise) if this outcome was an option.
This is my Roman Empire.
#elrond#celebrian#middle earth#galadriel#tolkien#jrr tolkien#lord of the rings#lotr#arwen undomiel#arwen#rivendell#imladris#the lord of the rings#the fellowship of the ring#the two towers#return of the king#aragorn#my roman empire#headcanon#angst
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Of snowballs and laughter
@lotr20 | day 3 | courage
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That Elladan and Elrohir had changed since the attack on their mother, was all too apparent to everyone who had known them in the before, and it saddened them greatly; for though the twins had always kept to themselves and a select few more than they had spent time with others outside of official duties and training, they had always been friendly and easy to smile. But gone were those days, and though they had not become unkind, they were stoic and had taken to leaving the realm for long periods of time, hunting orcs with none but each other and their horses for company. Elrond, privately, had despaired to his friends that he feared he would end up losing his children, too. Arwen, though not out in the wild in a neverending hunt like her brothers, had taken to residing in Lothlórien with her grandparents, and so she as well was seldom within his sight apart from during celebrations. Thus, every year, the elves of Imladris tried their best to outdo the previous, and bring the grieving family some joy. And this, is where Glorfindel comes in.
Now, it was widely known that the old elf would happily partake in mischief with the children if asked, but what few realised was that he was want to instigate too. Elladan and Elrohir knew this extensively, for he had been an enabler of their sillier ideas as elflings themselves; but that was long ago, and they did not think often of those days as it pained them. For this very reason, it came as no small surprise when they were suddenly drenched in snow upon walking outside, with Glorfindel throwing his head back in laughter some feet away whilst standing behind a wall of grinning children; piles of ready-made snowballs lying by their feet in wait for their turn to be used that they quickly started throwing as soon as their prank was deemed a success. Under the intense stares of the twins, Glorfindel wiped at his eyes, shoulders shaking and the bells in his golden hair tinkling merrily. Distracted by Elladan walking closer, he missed when Elrohir bent down to scope up their revenge and yelped as he was struck. But even as he was soon pressed on his back with two elves looming over him, he felt no regret, for they were smiling; and all around them, the cheerful laughter of children was ringing in the air as they attacked each other and every adult who came into their path, and formed alliances and built snowforts and were bright and warm on a frozen day.
It takes a certain amount of courage, to nail the lord of Imladris in the face with a snowball; nor any small disregard for propriety or lack of self-preservation. Glorfindel, who had fallen and returned to life, ticked all of these boxes and thus one sailed through the air and struck true. Erestor, who was walking by his side, quickly backed away; holding up his books as a makeshift shield and leaving them be on the battlefield before the blonde menace inevitably dragged him into things. His loyalty to his friend and lord did not extend to snowball fights, of all things, and he felt no guilt as he abandoned him to peer at them through a window, a book opened for plausible deniability.
Elrond, blinking off his confusion, levelled his marshal with an exasperated look; but at the meaningful glance of Glorfindel, aimed somewhere behind him, he turned his head and was struck once more, but this time in his heart; for long had it been since he saw his children have fun. As he turned back towards his friend, words failed him, for a thank you did not seem enough; but Glorfindel waved it off with a wink, and withdrew a hand from around his back where it had been hidden, to throw another snowball.
Hours later, when the elves and residents of Imladris were well and truly wet, and in dire need of a hot meal and a fire to warm beside, they finally ventured inside; and there Erestor was waiting with a feast of fresh cookies and cups of steaming chocolate to stave them until dinner, and a fond smile as the elflings regaled him with their tales of the great battle, patient as they talked all over each other and congratulating them on their victory in defeating the enemy; a very tired Glorfindel looked satisfied nonetheless, as he curled up in an armchair by the fire, Elladan and Elrohir by his side, and indulged in the treats.
#lord of the rings#lotr#lotrweek#elladan#elrohir#elrond#arwen#glorfindel#erestor#courage#family#fluff#angst#winter#snowball fight#lotr fic#lotr fanfic
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So I’ve been having Thoughts about Elrond and his parents. Especially about the possibility of him meeting them again (it’s cause I’m writing fic about that right now but I really don’t want to make it too angsty). Because the fact is he really most likely won’t remember anything about Earendil and only a little about Elwing (six in peredhel terms is even younger than for humans) and since he was raised by their enemies it’s very likely when they see him he won’t be what they expect. They’ll share some mannerisms and he looks incredibly like Elwing in particular but really most of it is picked up from the kinslayers or any other people he interacted with over his life that doesn’t include his parents.
So what if they’re disappointed with who he is now, if he’s diverged too far from them to be reconcilable? They had two children when they left what if they’d have preferred they other one? Elros was a mariner like his father, a great king that’s still revered among men today, what if they’re disappointed it’s him that chose immortality?
But even despite all of that, all his insecurities, the worry that nags the most at his mind isn’t what they’ll think of him, if he’ll get their approval. It’s that so much of what he thinks of them is second hand or what he told himself since childhood because he wanted it to be true. What if they aren’t what he’s expecting? No one really knows what was going through Elwing’s head when she jumped off the cliff, Elrond and Elros had always told themselves she’d believed them dead but what if she hadn’t?
What if they’d never been the people he thought they were? So much of what he’d done, how he’d motivated himself to go on, had been by looking up at that star and believing that if they could save the world he could protect his piece of it, that he could make them proud. But at the end of the day he knows nothing more than anyone else. They might have just left him to die in that burning wreckage of a city when he was six years old. They might have never loved him in the first place. His entire life could be based on lies and he wouldn’t know it. Maybe, just maybe, in the back of his mind that’s why it took him so long to sail. Maybe he doesn’t want to know.
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These halls seem so empty, even when thronged with people. That which I loved more than stars and breath has again escaped my grasp, and eternity seems faded and doomed to decay, even here in the Undying Lands.
Cruelly bright memories of distant years are the only things I can hold to my aching heart; I always believed that they would be enough. They are not; for they are too vivid, yet too far away -- you are long gone, and I am left here with nothing but lucent yet gossamer dreams. Unceasing, unchanging, dancing in the ash of a cracked soul. The spectres left behind only ever speak in laughing derision and leave their footprints like bloodstains.
What good is eternity without you? Even those most beloved moments are now coated in a fine sheen of dust. When I shake it away, I find it only concealed the suppurating wounds upon my soul. The macabre filigree of spiders have covered them in mockery of the scars they will never heal into. Accursed memory, the thing in me as alive as any waking moment and just as clear, yet never quite enough. Perhaps this is my mortal weakness.
I let you choose your own destiny, as any heart with any mercy in it must have -- how could I have lived if I refused you to walk upon your own path? Alas, the consequences of my letting you fade to but a mere recollection are now tearing me apart.
And I know...and only as the evening falls and the day dies can I whisper into the approaching darkness that I know the truth…that the one who is truly fading is myself.
#elrond#elrond half-elven#elrond peredhel#arwen#arwen undomiel#arwen evenstar#lord of the rings#lotr#tolkien#tolkien elves#I'm fascinated by the possibility however faint#that because he's half-elven Elrond maybe doesn't feel the same peace that elves should from their memories#his elven side keeps those memories photorealistic but his mortal side makes it painful#angst: it's what you do!#around here anyways >_>
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Lost and Found (2505 words) by awwyeah107
Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien, TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Maedhros & Maglor (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel & Elros Tar-Minyatur & Maedhros | Maitimo & Maglor | Makalaurë, Elrond Peredhel & Elros Tar-Minyatur & Maedhros | Maitimo, Elrond Peredhel & Elros Tar-Minyatur & Maglor | Makalaurë
Characters: Maglor (Tolkien), Maedhros (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Elros Tar-Minyatur, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Second Kinslaying | Sack of Doriath, Post-kinslaying, Murder, Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Regret, Guilt, Doriath, Amon Ereb, Trauma, Escape, Rescue, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Thunderstorms, Orcs (Tolkien), Eluréd and Elurín mention, Kidnap Family | Elrond & Elros & Maedhros & Maglor as Family (Tolkien), kidnap fam, Kidnap Dads, no beta we die like…uh…never mind, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it suicidal ideation, okay maybe it’s a little more obvious than that but it’s not extreme, Mild Suicidal Ideation, so many dark tags sheesh, Salt and Light, I promise there’s salt and light even though the first chapter is dark, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Cross-Posted on Silmarillion Writers' Guild (SWG), playlist included!, extremely EXTREMELY minor language warning
Summary:
In the aftermath of the second kinslaying, Maglor and Maedhros are faced with the disappearance of a pair of twins: Eluréd and Elurín.
Years later, another pair of twins—this time under the Fëanorians’ care—are missing: Elrond and Elros.
[3 chapters, posted over 3 consecutive days.]
Link to Chapter 1 on Archive of Our Own (AO3)
Link to Chapter 1 on FanFiction.net
Link to Chapter 1 on Silmarillion Writers' Guild
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I am so very, VERY excited to be publishing my first Tolkien fanfiction ever! :D That is, my first Tolkien fanfic to be shared...not the first one I ever wrote...you get the idea XD
It's been a labor of love, and I'm so happy to share it. First chapter is very angsty, the other two are angsty but have some hurt/comfort to go along with them. (Chapters 2 and 3 coming in the next couple days.)
@darkfrozenabyss this is the fic I was telling you about probably, oh, months ago at this point XD the one with kidnap fam!
@thegreenleavesofspring I may have mentioned this to you at some point—I know I included a snippet of it in this ask game I did with myself at the beginning of this year. I wanted to tag you because hey, look, I did a thing! A Tolkien fic, even! :D
#fanfiction#Tolkien fanfiction#my writing#my fanfiction#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#The Silmarillion#Kidnap fam#maglor#maedhros#elrond#elros#elrond and elros#maglor and maedhros#kidnap dads#Silmarillion fanfiction#Silm fanfiction#I am SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS AAAAAAAAAA#so much angst for Maedhros in this first chapter :)#and Maglor too but Maedhros gets most of it#fanfic: Lost and Found#my fics
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The sea is the only thing Maglor remembers.
Well, that's simply not true, the waves whisper quietly, and Maglor - the old Maglor scuffs and says, Of course it's not true, ever heard of exaggeration?
But the present Maglor doesn't even hear them.
The sea is. Ughhh. It's salty. It's cold. It's gray and unwelcoming.
There are crabs, however. Crabs are funny. What would happen if he was born as a crab? They'd be one great crab family. And Morgoth would be a big stupid fish. And they would pick him apart using their claws only, because they're crabs - Feänorian crabs - and he's just some lame Vala fish.
Ulmo, the waves hiss, he's at it again.
Sorry not sorry Ulmo, Maglor thinks indifferently. Should've left me to drown.
Yeah. To drown.
He have had his lyre on him, Maglor remembers. But it's long gone now. And his voice - his voice is harsh, and rough, and it feels like salt, and it tears his throat apart whenever he's trying to use it.
I'm a ghost, Maglor thinks as a specifically big wave sends him falling on the ground. The rocks are cold and wet. Maglor manages a single hysterical laugh. He's a ghost. Dead yet alive. Spared yet cursed. Cursed.
Cursed. Cursed. Cursed.
He can't give up. He can't let go. He wheezingly breathes, trying to calm down, but it's cold and rough and there's salt and seagulls and Nelyo needs him alive and Atya needs him alive and Ambarussa beg him to stay alive, stay alive, stand, stand, move, move-
Do you want to? the waves question, and they wrap him in their waters, cold yet kind, harsh yet caring.
Do you want to?
No, Maglor thinks, and tears are streaming down his face. But I have to.
The waves hesitate, and then they are around him, and they lift him up, and he's standing again. As you wish, they say and retreat back to the ocean.
Maglor almost wishes they stay, almost wishes their strange cold embrace would last longer.
But he shakes his head and looks down a gray shore, wiping tears away, swallowing his wails.
Thanks, he thinks and wraps his torn cloack around trembling shoulders. But you still should've drowned me when you had a chance, Ulmo.
The waves sigh and go back in the deeps, waiting for the next time the lost flame will need them.
#silmarillion#tolkien#maglor#crablor#tolkien fic#lotr#ulmo#/end of classification tags#lads this was originally planned for 'eärendil adopts this murderous elf into his family because of elrond'#but then i said 'you know what? angst it is'#ulmo actually cares about his sad minstrel but he's not going to push him into any direction#he does throw a fish or two ocassionally on him though#maglor is kind of grateful but he also decides ulmo is a big ugly frog in his crab au
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You NEED to tell us more about your dark Maedhros AU
Alrighty then, here goes nothing! XDD Be warned, this is rather a long one loll I ended up including most of what I'd originally planned out, so you don't have to read the whole thing if you don't want to ^^;; But if you do end up reading it, many thanks! :DDD
Basically, it starts off with Maedros and Maglor wanting to send the twins to Gil-Galad. I imagine the twins are a little older here than in canon, maybe mid-teens or more? Anyways, they're not happy about it, maybe argue with the Feanorians, but the decision is already made.
They later go on a hunting trip with Maedros, but they're ambushed in the night by Orcs, and that's when the twins are sent forward in time. In the present, Maedros survives but thinks the twins have been captured or killed; he can't find them, so he goes back to Maglor with the bad news. Maglor, of course, does not take this well at all.
But he still has to meet up with Gil-Galad! He goes with his entourage while Maedros stays at Amon Ereb, but is ambushed on the way and overpowered by Orcs. I imagine Maglor wasn't really in his right mind when they attacked him, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to kill him. Maedros hears about this and goes to retrieve the body.
At the same time, Morgoth launches his attack on Amon Ereb. When Maedros returns, he finds everything in ruins. So now he wanders around, slowly going mad, and it's at this point that Sauron appears and tries to sway Maedros to the dark side. He tries to make it seem like Gil-Galad set Maglor up, because Maglor could never have been taken by surprise, right?
So this happens a few times; Maedros usually attacks/rebuffs Sauron, but he starts to doubt, and gets angry at Gil-Galad. He ends up going to Sirion and meets with Gil-Galad. Gil insists that he had nothing to do with Maglor’s death. He also demands to know where the twins are, if they’re in a safe spot, etc. but Maedros doesn’t know where they are. This makes the other Elves suspicious of him, and he’s put on their radar. But they let him go for now (I haven’t really fine-tuned this area yet loll)
So now Maedros is wandering around with nothing and nowhere to go. Sauron appears again, offers him a position with Morgoth, maybe even offers aid in searching for the twins. Because Sauron hasn’t seen them, in all honesty. He’d know if the Orcs captured them, right?? Maedros still refuses him, but he’s now finding himself drawn to Angband, and his mind is slowly but steadily slipping from all the rage and grief and loss.
Eventually, he makes a deal with Sauron: find the twins, dead or alive. In return, Maedros must kill Gil-Galad. So Maedros goes back to Sirion and discovers a lock of hair belonging to the twins (which Sauron planted there). Maedros confronts Gil about this, but Gil reveals nothing about the twins even while he’s at bladepoint. He accuses Maedros of having delusions, maybe Maedros is the one who did something to them. This triggers Maedros into a blind rage, and he kills Gil-Galad, and a bunch of other Elves who come running.
Sauron later brings news that the twins are dead, and manipulates Maedros to think that it really was Gil-Galad’s side that did it. he plays on Maedros’ desire for vengeance, not just for the twins, but for himself and Maglor, and for Earendil and Elwing who withheld the Silmaril.
Morgoth himself promises Maedros his revenge, and also presents the two other Silmarils, but says that he’ll hold onto them while Maedros does his own business. After all, if Maedros is on his side, then he’s technically already reclaimed the jewels and fulfilled his Oath, hasn’t he??
So while Maedros is in Angband, he slips deeper into madness, tortured by illusions of dead Maglor and the twins, and is also brainwashed and manipulated by Sauron. Maedros is sent on missions to ensure Morgoth’s control of Beleriand; other Free Peoples hear about this and try to stop him, but Maedros deals them. He knows he’s too far gone now, but he has nowhere else to go.
Eventually he becomes Morgoth’s army commander and leads an attack on Sirion. As a reward for his victory, Morgoth gives him Himring to use as a base against the “enemy.” During the War of Wrath, Maedros leads Morgoth’s armies alongside Sauron, and also acts as a spy during respites in the war. He assassinates Ingwion and the other commanders of the Valar’s host. Ancalagon defeats Earendil, Morgoth reclaims the third Silmaril, and the war is won.
Now Morgoth controls all of Middle-earth for certain. Maedros is known as his greatest servant, and it’s debated whether he’s greater than Sauron in that regard. Those two are rivals, kinda like enemies-with-benefits I guess? All of Maedros’ dark sides brought out and enhanced, since there’s nothing really holding him back now. He also has a whole bucket-load of issues added onto his previous ones; now that Morgoth has won, Maedros doesn’t have anything to look forward to that’ll take his mind off of his past and ghosts etc. He’s left hollow, just holding his territory, and all that.
It’s been some time since the War of Wrath now, a good chunk into the Second Age, when Elrond and Elros arrive. I could go on about how their reunion with Maedros goes, but I’m worried about making this post even longer than it already is, so I think I’ll end it here for now ^^;; Let me know if you’d like to hear more of my ideas! I haven’t fully finished this AU either, but I do have its ending in mind :DDD
Many thanks to those of y’all who read this far! Man, it’s been a while since I went on a ramble about my AUs hahaa XDDD
#asks#anon asks#tolkien#silmarillion#au#kidnap fam#kidnap dads#maedhros#maglor#elrond#elros#nothing like a bit of silm angst to start your day lololl T_T#dark maedhros
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