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Modern AU: Brother’s Best Friend | They Get Jealous When You Bring A Boy Over

Headcanon: Maedhros, Celegorm, Fingon, Angrod, Egalmoth & Beleg

Request: How about this, remember your brother's bestfriend au with Beleg, Maehdros, Fingon, etc? How about the sister brings over a guy because she thought that the elves didnt have a genuine interest in her? And they get jealous. With all the same elves - Anon

A/N: It was a pleasure writing these headcanons for you, anon :) My stomach was performing cartwheels writing them jealous.

Warnings: female reader, heavily suggestive content, making out

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ. Maedhros

Just your typical Friday night when he pays your brother a visit and the first sight he stumbles upon is you and some…GUY being all close and flirty with one another as if nothing ever happened between you two.

Being the eldest of seven siblings, his temper and jealousy control knows no bounds because has been through it all. So when he notices the interaction, he quietly shuffles aside to meet with your brother in his room and BOILS.

Y’all really thought Mae wouldn’t become jealous, especially after all those nights of spending hours in your room while your brother peacefully sleeps like a log? He wants to launch that guy out of the house like a javelin for simply breathing in your direction.

The entire time he’s in your brother’s room, he’s creating all the excuses to step out just to return downstairs so he can stalk the interactions until he can no longer take it and corners you the moment you step aside.

“I like your friend.” His deep voice startled you as he stepped into the kitchen after your friend ran off to the washroom. Mae’s eyes never left your figure standing behind the counter and shyly looking away as though you were caught committing a crime. You were in his eyes.

“Mae,” you softly replied with a scoff and a shake of your head. “It’s not what you think.”

“Then tell me what it is,” he growled.

Your eyes snapped upwards and met the darkened look in his eyes as he fought against the restraints he created whenever he was around you in the open. His silvery orbs were shifting into darker hues of grey, swirling around as his look morphed into jealousy with a touch of hunger. His footsteps were light and calculated as he slid into the kitchen and came to stand behind you, pushing a lock of hair away from your ear.

His towering presence and body heat radiating off him made your stomach flop and butterflies erupted. Just the mere act of him pushing your hair away from your ear left you anticipating. And you were lucky. His hot breath ghosted the shell of your ear as he craned his neck to match your height while he placed his right hand on the countertop to sandwich you.

“I’ll tell you what is. You want me to bend you over this counter like I always do and make him watch and listen as you moan my name,” he breathed while his lips brushed against the tips. “How can a guy not want you? Look at you, even I want you and I don’t appreciate competing for what’s already mine. So tell him goodbye because you already have a friend: a boyfriend.”

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

Feeling like all the air had been forced out your lungs from how hard you were breathing, your fingers curled into the countertop as the images began flashing across your mind like flashbacks. Gulping and managing to reply, you looked at him from over your shoulder. “If you’re jealous, you should just say so.”

“I’m not jealous, princess. I’m just claiming what belongs to me.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Celegorm

All hell is going to break loose the moment he and your brother walk through the door and witness the sight of you and some random…GUY is all cute and playful. Standing close to each, bumping shoulders and laughing at his jokes.

It’s worse when your brother doesn’t even know who this GUY is, so this gives him the cue to step up and become the big bad wolf to cryptically remind you that he doesn’t tolerate it and you’re in trouble.

The first thing Celegorm could do is make himself known by standing as menacingly as possible in the area and STARE until you both become uncomfortable. Either you speak out on his actions or the boy, and if he does, Tyelko loves the direction the confrontation is heading.

You should count your blessings that your brother is present because he wants to know just as much as Celegorm does, and he’s also preventing Celegorm from flipping your house inside out.

His gaze was locked on you the entire time, wanting you to catch the hints that you weren’t going to be let off the hook for this stunt. “So who’s your lil friend over here?”

Rolling your eyes exasperatedly at the silver-haired oaf, you turned your head to cast an apologetic glance at your friend before introducing him. “This here is Nestaron, and he’s in the same year as me in uni. We have most of our classes together.”

Without missing a beat, Tyelko’s brows furrowed as he threw a questionable look at your friend before returning his focus to you. “Together? What do you mean by that kitten?”

With the simple use of your pet name, the poor boy inwardly cringed and felt like he was overstepping boundaries he didn’t know were up. His eyes were everywhere but you and Tyelko as he fiddled with his thumbs on the stool while you and your brother’s bestie were having a murderous stare-down. You couldn’t understand why he was being so negative about your friend when he didn’t even know the boy.

“Um…” Your head swivelled at the sound of your friend’s voice and watched as he hopped off his stool and grabbed his bag pack. “I’m gonna head out now. Sorry if I ruined anything between you two, I didn’t know you were together.”

“We’re not together.”

“Yes, we are!”

Nestaron’s eyes darted between you and Tyelko, while Tyelko and your gaze were locked on one another. His face wore a triumphant smirk while yours held disbelief at his jealous behaviour. In the middle of your stare-down, Nestaron ushered himself out of the kitchen without saying another word and departed from the house.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I come over and some random guy is being all flirty with you. Don’t even tell me that he wasn’t flirting because I know what flirting looks like. I do it with you all the time!” he whisper-yelled, finally entering the kitchen to corner you between him and the fridge. His forest eyes held anger and sadness in them the longer he held your gaze.

Fighting the urge to bite your tongue, you narrowed your eyes at him and craned your neck upwards to challenge him. “Why do you care so much?!”

“Because I don’t sleep around. If I do, it’s only one person, you. There’s meaning in that, but you haven’t recognised it yet,” he uttered softly whilst lifting a finger to caress your cheek. It wasn’t long before his gaze darkened as his words lingered in the air and his gaze fell to your lips. “So if I were you, I’d continue making your little meal while thinking about it because you’re gonna have to apologise to me later…night.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Fingon

No, jealousy is not his favourite colour because green doesn’t go well with his appearance. He refuses to reach that level where his temper tips into becoming the green monster, so all he does is painfully observe with a fake smile and silently SIMMERS.

What he doesn’t know is that he is genuinely jealous the longer he stares at you and your new buddy outside, laughing and chatting away too close for his personal taste—he does notice the way your new buddy stares at you when you weren’t looking, and he isn’t happy about it.

His face contorts and his breathing quickens, and his focus isn’t even on your brother explaining some new game he’s been wanting. The entire time he’s calculating what and how to approach you without hinting that he wasn’t pleased with the interaction.

He didn’t want to appear like some jealous-possessive type of lover—he wasn’t sure if you considered him that—but Fingon knew that something had to be done to reaffirm his security when it came to your relationship.

Pleased to have found a moment to steal away from your brother, he manages to accidentally bump into you the moment you re-entered the house from the backdoor, leaving your buddy in the backyard. Noticing Fingon muttering to himself, you paused from entering the guest toilet and walked over to inquire.

“Hey,” you sang and tapped his shoulder. “You okay? Noticed you’re looking sad?”

Feeling your hand on his shoulder, he melted under your touch and swivelled around to face you with a nonchalant expression while he was dying on the inside. Eyes shortly roaming your figure, he took an up-close image of your attire and ground his teeth. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

His left eye twitched.

Stifling a burst of laughter behind your hand, you tilted your head and teased—wasn’t a smart move on your end. “You haven’t spoken a word to me since you came over and I missed you. This isn’t because I brought my friend over?”

Fingon stifled his laughter—attempted to which came out like a scoff followed by a dark chuckle. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before slowly biting his lower lip. “Now where’s the humour in that? What’s so funny about missing me when you invited your little friend out there to keep you company? You shouldn’t keep him waiting too long; he’s probably getting lonely.”

His inability to hide his jealousy while denying it was adorable the longer he pouted and hunched over the counter contemplating. It urged you to step closer and wrap your arms around his waist, moulding your body against his. “You’re jelly Finno. I told you, he’s just a friend. Only a friend.”

But Fingon knew otherwise, for in your friend’s mind, he considered you more than what you did. And much to his annoyance, Fingon was beginning to lose his patience from the way you were pressing against him, driving him insane with your sweet fragrance. Breaking the restraints, his hands found themselves cupping your neck and tilting your head upwards to meet his lips brushing against yours. He smirked at your sharp intake of breath.

“Jealous,” he purred. “If he’s just your friend, then you wouldn’t mind if I staked my claim right here and now?”

“We can’t do that right now Fingon.” You were trembling in his hold the more his lips brushed against yours.

“Oh no sweetheart, that’s for tonight when I have all the time in the world. For now, a little kiss,” he breathed raspy as his lips trailed past your lips, along your jaw and to the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Right here, where you can show it off for me, hm.”

Indeed his definition of a little kiss was a few scattered hickeys on either side of your neck for your friend to receive the message.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Angrod

He wants nothing more than to toss your friend out the front door by his collar like a javelin without hesitation. His anger is seething the longer he stands beside your brother being introduced like he’s a side character all of a sudden.

It’s worse when your brother shows clear signs of knowing about your friendship with your guy friend for some time. Angrod’s eyes are twitching, and he’s irritated that you would even consider another boy to be your friend when he existed.

Were his frequent visitations not enough to get it into your head that you were together? The entire time he’s in the house, his eyes are locked on your little friend, gaging his every move to ensure they don’t cross a line.

And the only line your friend managed to cross was the way his eyes would lock onto your figure as you moved around the house. Was the need for looking like some love-sick puppy necessary?

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at her?” Angrod grumbled as he sat on the stool on the other side of the island while his opponent sad on the opposite side returning a challenging smirk. “It’s quite disrespectful since she considers you a friend, don’t you think?”

“Says who, you? Jealous of a little competition? Afraid that I’ll win her heart with my charm and good looks?” your friend sneered and folded his arms to appear larger. He was lucky that you weren’t present in the kitchen as he and Angrod had their exchange.

“Someone who looks and is built like the Shoebill stork shouldn’t be boasting so loudly. I would humble myself if I were you,” countered Angrod with a triumphant smug while darting his eyes at the staircase to look out for your return. He’d hate to be caught arguing for your attention like some jealous child—he hated engaging in the act currently as they argued.

Feeling insulted, your friend cleared his throat and released a sarcastic laugh. He wanted to return an insult concerning Angrod’s looks, but the blonde was indeed too handsome to bring down. Instead, he changed the topic of insult to another. “Going for my looks is a bit low, don’t you think? At least I’m not the one parading around as Y/N’s fake boyfriend; hate to say it, but that’s all you’ll ever be.”

“Funny that as Y/N’s fake boyfriend, I get to be in her room every night and anytime I visit instead of being limited to the kitchen…” Hitting the roof of his mouth with his tongue, he threw a wink at his stunned opponent whose jaw visibly clenched at hearing the disadvantage he faced. There was no way for him to overcome this defeat; indeed he had lost the game. “As her fake boyfriend, I get to know her inside-out, and more. What do you know?”

“I–…I…”

“Nothing. So consider this a respectful warning. The next time she calls you over, don’t. Your intentions don’t match hers and mine.”

Before your friend could respond, your footsteps echoed in the distance as your feet came thumping down the staircase and bounding into the kitchen. The first person you walked past and greeted was Angrod with a blink and smile before turning to sharply raise your brows at your friend and heading into the fridge, unaware of the tense exchange they both had.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Egalmoth

The fact that you thought for a second that after all the ramping around the sheets you and Egalmoth did and STILL thought it wise to bring a male friend over was you setting yourself up for some punishment.

Egalmoth wasn’t going to let this go…until he assessed the situation and decided the outcome was justifiably enough to his liking. This included the entire build-up process of eyeing your friend down and turning his visit into 21 questions.

If you were going to bring someone over, at least pick someone worth being in your presence to make the repercussions lessen. Instead, you picked someone who couldn’t hold a candle to your flame and then dared to state to Egalmoth’s face that he was interested in you.

Egalmoth was ready to get this over with and done. He wanted this BOY out of your house and never to set foot inside here again while ensuring that this incident never happened again…with anyone else.

“El, what are doing?” you barked out in a muffled voice as his hand clamped over your mouth. His face was inches apart from yours as he managed to fit his body into the cramped spacing of your guest toilet, not too far from the living room. Despite the dim light, you were able to notice the wicked gleam in his eyes as he towered over you.

“Shush, princess. Have no fear; I’m only doing what I’m supposed to: ensuring what belongs to me carries a signature.” He grinned wickedly as his hand slid off your mouth to wrap around the front of your throat and applied a small amount of pressure to the sides to prompt your eyes to roll into your head. A small whimper escaped, causing him to bite his lip. “Do you think your friend would mind I helped his eyes to stop roaming?”

The only response was a soft whine as he applied more pressure while nibbling on your lower lip. It didn’t take him long to turn his nibbles into slow kisses, leaving you breathless. He left no room for your body to pull away as he engaged in the sinful act in the privacy of your guest toilet. All your moans were gobbled up by him—a courtesy he was kind to pay—however he didn’t spare his mouth travelling lower to place hickeys down your neck, biting and sucking your skin as though it were nectar.

“E–…El, we’ll get caught…”

“Even better.”

Much to your fear and his satisfaction, in the middle of his hands travelling further to cup your ass while his mouth was busy on your clavicle, a knock on the door and your name went off. “Y/N, is everything alright? You’ve been in there for a while now.”

Suddenly, you heard Egalmoth’s voice rippling by your ear. “Go on…answer him or I will.”

The fear that resonated from deep within made you blurt out a rapid, shaky reply. “Y-Yeah, I’m f-fine. A little stomach, ah…problems.”

He hesitated to reply on the other end, finding your responses suspicious, however, he nodded his head and returned to the living room to wait for you.

“That wasn’t so hard was it, love? Now let’s see how many marks I can leave on you in five minutes.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ࣪ ִֶָ. Beleg

He’s confused because as much as he’s sleeping around with you; you are welcome to have friends of the opposite sex. However, it’s the proximity of the interactions that’s been bothering him since he was introduced.

Even a glance he made in your direction, there was a little guy friend who was, too close and with his arm wrapped around your waist. Beleg needed to check his eyes and perform a double take for that one. Your friend had Beleg plotting if removing someone’s hand was acceptable in instances like this because he needed it to be.

The rest of the night Beleg had vanished out of sight, cooling himself off with a walk in the dew because, for the first time, he was unsure about his self-control. He really liked you but didn’t want to ruin anything by confronting your friend.

It’s only when he returned during the early hours of the morning, that he realised that his cooling off was pointless since your friend was still present in the house.

“Why are you still here?” Beleg’s voice rang out clearly with a hint of displeasure as he eyed your friend up and down, scrutinising him harshly. “The celebration’s over, you should be at home.”

“Ah, about that. Y/N asked me to spend the night.”

Beleg believed that murder was the appropriate answer to this issue and not removing a limb. His eye twitched at the audacious remark which prompted a series of rises and falls of the corners of his lips. He had enough time to commit the crime and clean up the scene before anyone woke up. That seemed like the most suitable plan.

“Y/N asked you to spend the night? Doesn’t sound like the Y/N I know,” Beleg replied and took a few steps into the living room to remove his jacket. From the new angle, his forest eyes were shining brightly with thirst and eagerness. “Sounds to me like you invited yourself here when you should be at home. Would you like me to take you home?”

“Relax man,” your friend surrendered, laughing with his hands raised. “I don’t mean any harm.”

“Of course you don’t. You’re entirely harmless because your arms around her waist all night weren’t enough for me to know your intentions.” Walking into the kitchen to grab a can of Sprite from the top shelf, he popped the lid off and took a deep swig while boring holes into his challenger’s caught expression. If it was one thing you couldn’t Beleg with, it was knowing when someone was interested in another person: he knew the body language all too well.

Crossing his arms and legs as he leaned against the counter, your friend whispered ‘touché’ before he attempted to stand his ground once more. “If it bothers you this much, then why haven’t you made any move on her yet instead of leaving her available for people like me to have a chance?”

The urge to throw up at the assumption was vividly expressed on Beleg’s visage the longer he stared. With the can of Sprite already discarded in the bin, Beleg grew tired of maintaining the unnecessary weight of the conversation and chose to silently walk out of the kitchen with a small ‘good night’, making a turn for the staircase.

“Where are you going?”

“To sleep, what else.”

“I know, but shouldn’t you be sleeping down here since they don’t have any rooms to offer?”

Beleg chuckled, shaking his head with a victorious triumphant grin. “That only applies to you. I get invited to sleep in Y/N’s room whenever I’m here by Y/N. Good night.”

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lovefairymina · 2 months

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You were sitting on the balcony, basking in the early morning sun, lying beside Fingon, listening to his steady heartbeat. It was soothing. You turned your face towards him, admiring his broad and strong yet peaceful countenance, his hand gently moving up and down your back. You kissed his neck, and he turned towards you, his eyes shining with a lopsided smile.

"You must know," you said, "I want to help. I may not be a warrior or a magical healer, but I want to contribute in any way I can. Please, Fingon, we've discussed this. Let me speak with your advisor. He will surely find something for me to do, even if it's not as significant as your work. But it's something."

Breaking eye contact, he looked away and frowned for a moment. A sharp exhale left him before a moment of contemplating thoughts crossed his mind before he settled on one. “Why not engage yourself in charity work? There are children without parents who require being cared for. Perhaps you can take over the duty of caring for them.”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {fingon}#fingon imagine #fingon x you #fingon x y/n #fingon #findekano #findekáno #nolofinweans #house of fingolfin #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 7 months

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A matter of the utmost urgency

Pairing: Fingon x Fëanor (Pride and Prejudice AU)

Others: Anairë and Fingolfin

Themes: Angst-ish

Warnings: Same as above

Word count: 1.3K words

Summary: Fëanor calls on Fingon to question him about rumours surrounding him and Fëanor’s nephew, Maedhros.

A/n: This Pride and Prejudice! Russingon fic was inspired by this post and this ask. I drew a lot of inspiration from chapter fifty six of the book in order to set the scene, but I hope you all enjoy reading it.

His Lordship entered the study with an air that was more than usually ungracious and greeted Fingon’s warm welcome with a curt tilt of the head. Lord Fëanor sat down without even being invited and declared, “The rest of your family, I suppose.”

The others, though amazed, were still flattered by having such an important guest and received him with the utmost politeness and civility.

“Yes, my lord,” Lady Anairë replied. “My daughter is lately married, and my second son is about the grounds, walking with a young lady who has accepted his proposal and will be a part of our family by Michaelmas.”

A brief silence followed. Lord Fëanor turned to Fingon and said, very stiffly, “You have a small garden here.”

“Indeed, sir, it is nothing compared to the gardens of Formenos, but we are pleased with it all the same.”

“Would you like some tea, my lord?” Lord Fingolfin offers, hesitates. He considers the time. “Or something a little stronger, perhaps?”

“Certainly not.” Lord Fëanor rises with a start. The rest stands up with him. “I wish to speak to Lord Fingon alone. It is a matter of the utmost urgency.”

“I see.” Lord Fingolfin looks to his oldest, then the others, utterly bewildered. “Perhaps, my son, you could take his Lordship on a turn about the gardens and show him the different walks. It is still quite fine out.”

Fingon obeyed, and attended his guest outside. Lord Fëanor’s carriage stood by the door, elaborately carved and gilded, and crusted with jewels. Some had gone on to whisper that Lord Fëanor crafted it all himself. Fingon did not doubt them.

They continued in silence along a gravel path that led to a little maze. Fingon was determined to make no effort to start a conversation with a man who proved to be even more insolent and disagreeable than before.

As soon as they entered a path lined with plump yew shrubs, Lord Fëanor said, “You can be at no loss, Lord Fingon, as to why I am here.”

“Indeed, you are mistaken, my lord,” Fingon demurred mildly. “I cannot account for the reason for such an honor.”

“Lord Fingon,” Lord Fëanor countered in an angry tone. “I must warn you, I am not to be trifled with. However dishonest you choose to be, I shall not be so. A report of the most alarming nature reached my ears three days ago that not only has your brother secured for himself a most advantageous marriage, but you, Lord Fingon, intend to be united with my nephew, Lord Maedhros. Naturally, I did not wish to disturb him with news of such a scandalous falsehood, so I resolved to journey here and make my sentiments known to you.”

Fingon stared in amazement. “If you believe such a report to be a falsehood, then why did your lordship trouble yourself by traveling this far?”

“To hear it contradicted by your own lips.”

“Surely your lordship understands that by coming here to see me and my kin,” Fingon replied coolly, “you will only give great credence to such a report, if indeed it ever existed.”

“If?” Lord Fëanor replied, coloring with great disdain. “Do you claim to be ignorant of it then?”

“I have never even heard of such a thing,” Fingon returned truthfully.

“Then Lord Maedhros has made no offer of marriage to you?”

“Your lordship has declared it to be a scandalous falsehood.”

“It ought to be so; it must be so, but do not take me for a fool, Lord Fingon. I know those like you and your upstart pretensions. With any art, with any allurement, you may still attempt draw him in and make him forget his duty toward his family.”

Fingon flushed in anger, and said, “If I have indeed attempted to draw him in, I would be the last person to admit to such an act.”

“Foolish, selfish boy!” Lord Fëanor stammered in disbelief. “Let me make myself plain. This engagement that you desire for yourself can never take place. My nephew has already been promised to another. Now what do you have to say?”

“Only this,” Fingon said. “If your nephew is indeed promised to another, your lordship need not worry about him making such an offer to me.”

Lord Fëanor went silent for a moment, somewhat appeased.

“This engagement is of a most peculiar kind,” he began anew, "and has been planned since Maedhros’ infancy. It was the sincerest wish of the lady’s family, as well as his. And now, just as all of our wishes are to be accomplished to their fullest, just as we await news of a true and lasting attachment, are they to be prevented by a young lord of inferior birth? Have you no regard for the wishes of his kin? Have you no sense of propriety? Have you not heard, from my own lips, the tacit nature of his engagement?”

“Indeed, my lord, but what is all of that to me?” replied Fingon. “You and the lady’s father may have wished for such a marriage, but the completion of such a dream was wholly dependent on the actions of others. If Lord Maedhros is neither by honor nor by oath bound to the lady, what stops him from making another choice? And if I am indeed his choice, why should I stop myself from accepting him?”

“Why?” Lord Fëanor cried with energy. “Because of honor and decorum forbid it, that is why. His family and those connected to him will not welcome you, nor shall we even mention your name. Such an alliance will be a disgrace to us all."

“These are grave hardships indeed.” Fingon found himself growing angrier by the moment. Yet, with the utmost composure, he added, “But they would be short-lived, I am sure. Any spouse of Lord Maedhros will have so much happiness, on the whole, to fill them that they will find no cause to repine.”

“Headstrong, unfeeling boy!" Lord Fëanor raged, "Tell me once again, are you engaged to my nephew?”

As much as Fingon was not obliged to reply, he said thus: “I am not.”

Lord Fëanor, relieved, went on to ask, “And will you swear to never enter into such an engagement should my nephew make you an offer of marriage?”

"I shall not and will never agree to such a request," Fingon replied with resolve.

Lord Fëanor purpled. "I have heard enough, Lord Fingon. Now, hear me in silence. Do you think I am ignorant of your lack of fortune?" He accused. "Or that I am ignorant of the scandalous particulars of your sister's infamous elopement and the hasty marriage that was only achieved at the expense of your uncle? Is such a girl to call herself my nephew's sister? And her husband, a lowly soldier no less. Is he to call himself my nephew's brother? Heaven and earth, are the shades of Tirion to be thus polluted?"

"You have, my lord, insulted me and mine in every possible way," Fingon retorted angrily. "And now must have nothing further to say. I insist upon returning to the house."

Lord Fëanor was still furious. "And this is your resolution, then? Very well. I know what must be done. Do not think me so easily defeated, Lord Fingon."

He continued to speak thusly, and Fingon made no further attempt to answer. When they reached the carriage, Lord Fëanor stopped by the door and said, "I had hoped to find you amenable to reason, Lord Fingon, and I am most disappointed to see that you are not. I shall not take my leave of you, nor shall I leave you and your kin my compliments. You are unworthy of such attention."

Fingon did not reply. He quietly walked into the house and went straight to his own chambers, ignorant of the curious looks of his family.

#russingon #maedhros #maitimo #fingon #Fëanor #Fëanor imagine #maedhros imagine #fingon imagine #pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice AU

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a-contemplation-upon-flowers · 2 years

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Heee. To take a break in a hotspring with Fingon or not? Now THAT is a good question….

Once Fingon was free from his duties, just like you, you practically kidnapped him and led him to one of your favourite spots. You knew about a hidden valley with hotspring. It had always been a nice place, but since the coming of the new lights, it became even more beautiful with various flowers blooming there.

"Now, you worked hard enough, mellon nín. You should enjoy your well deserved rest. Who knows, maybe once you renew and uplift your spirit, you will find a solution to any issue that keeps you busy," you told him softly.

Fingon looked at you searchingly, his cheeks dusted with rosy color shade, his steely grey-blue eyes gleaming with something that hat your own cheeks heating up. "That does sound nice. Are you...by any chance...joining me?" his look was now full of amusement and mischief. And maybe a bit of longing too.

His request sounded like it was the most natural thing in the world. And yet...you felt a few hot waves coursing through every cell of your body. You have always bathed separately, one always guarding each other's safety. You looked into a basket, where you had prepared anything necessary - a snack for you both, vial of liquid herbal soap as well as towels. You realized you took more than one, and that Fingon probably noticed it as well. Oh Eru...

"Or...has that been way too...-" "I'll join you," you blurted out, now red like a tomato. "Now it sounds even better," Fingon beamed at you. "Want to go first?"

Before long, both of you enjoyed soothing hot waters, washing away any stress, and helping you both relax. After a longer moment of nervous silence, you found your voice again.

"Want me...to wash your hair?" you offered shyly. "I would love that. Will you let me return the favour?" Fingon tilted his head. Both of you never had been this intimate before. He certainly did not mind. "That...would be nice," you nodded.

He turned his back to you and let you swim close. Now you could admire his muscles from much lesser distance than usually, when you watched him train together with his soldiers and brothers. It didn't take long for you to notice, how relaxed he became, when you started unbraiding his rich dark hair with utmost care. He closed his eyes, and you could see the tension in his posture slowly dissolving. His breathing deepened and you noticed, he dozed off. You knew you will never forget the look of peace he had, as you washed his silken locks and massaged his scalp, as well as the sounds of his content sighs. You didn't want to stop anytime soon.

Fingon did let you spoil him a bit, he felt how much he needed this. You were always there, making his days better. You had already finished and just kept caressing him, when something brightened his face and he opened his eyes again, quickly finding yours. "Now it's my turn," he smiled, his stare practically caressing your face. There was something far warmer and softer than you had ever seen. You nodded - you knew you would do anything for him. The feel of his long fingers, calloused with weapon use browsing through your own hair, untangling and unbraiding it was wonderful. You nearly moaned as he massaged your scalp, lathering your hair. You never thought his touch could be that gentle. It was pure, heavenly bliss.

"You know, y/n, this is something I certainly would not mind getting used to," you heard him close to your ear. "You always show so much care towards me that it never fails to make my days better." "I'm glad to know that," you smile. "I must admit, I never expected to find my most cherished lady here, in Middle-Earth, far from bliss of Valinor." Your eyes widened. Did you hear well? Or were you just dreaming? You turned to him. "Do you have any idea, how splendid you look, your cheeks blushing like that? Like rosebuds, opening to warm tickling of Arien's radiance in the morning..." Fingon paused to lay cup the side of your face with his palm. "You always manage to capture my heart when you shower me with your kindness and mirth," his other hand found yours, taking it gently. "If you feel the same...would you agree to me courting you?"

So, your answer is...? by scroll anon <(*///*)>

Feeling your heart stop momentarily, the wind was gone from your lungs and only his words resonated in mind. Gaping at his words with a small smile at the corner of your lips, it soon turned into a grin at recognition.

Gone were your response in mind, for they fell gracefully from your lips.

"...yes. I would be honoured to have you court me."

Why the heck would I say no to a miraculous question? 😆

PS: Wrong blog you posted the ask to😆

#📜#fingon #y/n imagines #fingon imagine #silmarillion imagine #replies #doodlepops responds

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sakasakiii · 10 months

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the idea of the peredhel twins having heightened senses due to their maia blood is one of the concepts ive seen floating around that i really like, so here's my take on it combined with the feanorians (+ fingon) lingering about as houseless spirits that i explored some time ago in an old inktober post 😌

houseless spirits see all, but they can't interact with the world around them so i suppose that makes for quite a static existence...but compared to an oathbound eternity in Mandos (sans Fingon??), i like to imagine they'll stay a little longer to watch over those left behind, just to make sure they're doing alright 👍🏻

some more lighthearted bonuses cuz why not:

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wanderer-clarisse · 6 months

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cousin bonding time (I like to imagine that Maedhros is the one who tied baby Finrod's hair!)

sorry for being suddenly inactive here lately, Things Happened and I haven't really had the time to sit down and draw until this week ;-; hope this little sketch can make up for it!

#maedhros #fingon #finrod #why is fingon wearing a blanket on a (presumably) hot day i don't know i have no idea i just felt the urge to draw him with a blanket #addition headcanon is that little finrod isn't the best at braiding hair but he's trying as hard as he can!#maybe fingon's gold ribbons are just giving him a hard time #i know they probably didn't go to the beach for yearly family reunions but shh let me have my headcanons #I love imagining all the mundane experiences these cousins had during their childhood #even with the complicated family dynamics #and how it would feel. years later. when they have to be warriors and generals and strategists and kings.#remembering a simpler time when they could enjoy each others company without thinking about like. politics and the ramifications #of their actions and alliances #anyway #i just finished reading the silmarillion can you tell #clarisse doodles #tolkien #the silmarillion #sketch #elves

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thelordofgifs · 1 year

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hmm Fingon as the embodiment of hope in the Silmarillion and Maedhros as the embodiment of despair. something about how the only time Maedhros did dare to hope – when putting the Union together – it resulted in Fingon’s death and large-scale catastrophe, the death of hope in Beleriand. something about how Fingon goes to his (fiery!) death still filled with optimism – utúlie'n aurë! – and Maedhros goes to his (very fiery!) death with only desolation. something about how Maedhros begs for death on Thangorodrim, but is rescued by the combined efforts of Fingon and an Eagle – the literal embodiment of eucatastrophe, hope unfounded, the thing with feathers – and, in the end, chooses death anyway. something about how, if the silm were not a tragedy, hope would have outlived despair, but instead it is beaten into the dust of the Anfauglith and the banners trod into the mire of its blood. idk is this anything.

#it had better be because it’s going into two separate fics #I feel like this is either a very obvious thing that the fandom has already dissected in great detail #or just the most ridiculous stretch imaginable #silmarillion #meta #fingon #maedhros #my meta

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stacytea · 6 months

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(sometime during Fingon's reign)

Maedhros: Finno, darling, are you alright?

Maedhros: I've just seen you using regular ink to sign decrees, instead of your fauvourite, fancy, pink, glitter one

Maedhros: I got worried.

#the silmarillion #silm incorrect quotes #russingon #russingon incorrect quotes #fingon #maedhros #high king fingon #incorrect silmarillion quotes #how do they even have glitter?idk #okay actually I have a headcanon #which is that curufin invented glitter so celebrimbor could have shimmering birthday hat #tiny birthday hats everyone #these r so cute #imagine 5 years old celebrimbor in one #he would look so cute #anyway back to fingon #I definitely see him as the kind of person who signs up legal documents with glittery gel pens

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mauvearts · 1 year

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#N♥l♥finweans

#at least ¾ of them #aka two show-offs ...and Turukano #fingon #aredhel #turgon #silm #silmarillion #The Silmarillion #tolkien #this started as a doodle just for some outfitconcepts #well... i got carried away #also somehow i nailed the facial features i imagine for them??#if you are wondering - they are dressed up for the starfestival of the Vanyar (annual celebration of Varda and her stars)#everyone is wearing flowy garments made out of soft and sheer white fabric #very little use of bling #but very extravagant makeup including dust of goldleaf around the eyes #as extended family of the vanyarin court Indis' children and grandchildren are always welcome to celebrate #(the feanorians not so much - but Tyelko sneaks in from time to time 8D)#but thats all just headcanon material 😅

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adwendoodles · 7 months

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quick fingon with a sword because am in art mood. why is his hair blue? i felt like it tbh

#silmarillion #fingon #ultimately the ref is a bit too dramatic moody #i wanted to draw funtimes in sparring yard i think #imagine there is a matching mae in the bg #as there would be if i got around to finding a matching ref

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doodle-pops · 8 days

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House of Fingolfin | Getting Into a Fight For Their S/O

A/N: Finally decided to continue more headcanons for the other elves.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Fingolfin

He’s proper and never one for engaging in any physical altercations even if the situation escalated. Fingolfin is someone who would allow his men to dispose of the individual who dared to step to his level.

However, when the unknown situation arises and the need to become violent is necessary, I’m not sure who’s the one to put a leash on this terror of an elf, but it’s definitely more than five guards to hold him back from damaging the elf who spat absurdities at his family or you.

He’s made up of pure strength so brute force he required to drag him away from lunging at the ellon. Your appearance would assist in diluting his temper, drawing his focus to you and not the pulp of an elf lying on the floor.

Fingolfin would have landed hits to the elf, so his knuckles would be bruised, this you would nurse back to health while silently brooding and muttering under his breath at the speed of light.

You don’t pick up on anything he’s cursing on and on about, but you know it’s based on the situation. Just give him some kisses on his face and lead him far away to blow some steam off.

Take him for a long walk away from the kingdom and have him kick some rocks like a child. He’ll surely calm down after a week. “Have you calmed down yet?” “I’ve always been calm,” he says as his eye twitches.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Fingon

Can appear impulsive when he isn’t thinking right, but like his father, Fingon’s a composed individual and refuses to throw the first fist for something that can be solved otherwise. His solution is to walk away or laugh it off, which probably provokes the other person to take insulting jabs at those precious to him.

It’s gonna take a lot to make him lunge at the individual, preferably, the latter being the one to throw the first hit leaving him with no choice but to defend himself. In that moment, you can bet all his frustration would come pouring out.

The entire scene is unusual, watching Fingon engage in a physical altercation with a random elf which leads to everyone knowing it’s something serious and rushing to pull him away. It’ll take just Maedhros or Turgon to tug Fingon off the battered ellon.

To you, the scene is horrifying after watching a gentle–natured elf engaged in a fight. You know he’s not thinking straight with fury in his mind, so it’s for you to step in and dissolve his temper with soothing words and touches to his face. His siblings would stand guard, unsure of whether he’d break away.

For starters, he’s ashamed that you witnessed him so unhinged and would rather disappear for days into weeks before confronting you. It’s for you to ensure him that you don’t hate him for it. You have to hold him down and tend to his wounds while listening to his endless apologies.

Make him feel better with lots of cuddles and spending time with him away from everyone. “Come for some love, Finno,” you say as he wastes no time in running over to snuggle into your arms.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Turgon

Not the last person anyone would suspect to throw a fist, but the first person due to his cold temperament and judgemental persona. His temper is unmatched and will not hesitate to connect his fist with someone disrespecting him and his family.

I don’t believe anyone will survive his punches but let’s pretend this person does to receive a few more to create a brawl and you can witness Turgon becoming absolutely unhinged. It is quite easy to rile him up into becoming physically involved, yes, he would prefer to walk away but not when the disrespect is unspeakable.

Maybe his father has to pull him off or his brothers and cousins all together because like his father, he has the strength to match his stature. Turgon is a brute force of nature, so kudos to whoever is on the receiving end. However, what makes his attack dangerous is his stealth.

No one expects him to openly throw a hit because one minute he’s laughing and the next he’s on the floor beating someone up. Like?? It’s not a pleasant sight for you to witness though you’re aware of his sizzling temper and his bitter tongue. Plus, he probably got into fights as a child so it’s natural.

The only time you can approach him is when he’s already dragged off and in the healing wing being persecuted by his father (if he’s around). Your appearance would be the ice he needs to completely dissolve. He isn’t going to forget (this man holds grudges), but he’ll follow you as long as it’s far away from the altercation.

Take him on a random spur-of-the-moment holiday and pamper him like a baby. Of course, you will have to prepare yourself for hearing him complain about the incident. Every. Single. Day. “Are you finished Káno?” “...No.”

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Argon

It physically pains me to imagine this beanstalk engaging in a physical altercation with someone, however, he is described as impudent, so there you have it. Argon will throw around his fist like his older brother to beat some fool to a pulp for insulting his friends and family, and you.

He doesn’t want to hear a reason for why he shouldn’t do what he did, all he knows is that the elf said disrespectful comments and deserved to be handled with extra care. There’s no stopping Argon when he starts, given his hunk of a structure which has muscles to accompany his frame.

Definitely get the family to separate him from the perpetrator because he isn’t budging from his spot. They can pry him off and he’d slip away to finish what he started because he’s fighting them to let him go. You got to stand between him and the bruised ellon on the floor to catch his attention.

Talk sweetly to him, call his name—slip in a nickname—to soothe his unhinged nature. Reach for his hands and tug him away from the scene, telling him everything will be alright, and his family will take care of the rest.

Spend the time cleaning his wounds and littering kisses to his bruises. Use this moment to incorporate a ton of affection; maybe every time he feels angry, give him a kiss and a hug. Don’t think you’re escaping his grasp once he becomes aware of the affections you’re bequeathing.

Like many others, shame becomes him, and he’ll endlessly apologise for the manner in which you saw him behaving, promising to never act impulsively like that again without gauging the situation firsthand.

“It’s alright, Káno. You were simply being my hero, defending me from those naysayers. Now come for some kisses.”

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*Snuggles up to Fingon's side.*

I think I'm getting a cold... but since you're an elf I can't get you sick, right? I'd never forgive myself if I did...

“Sick?! Never!” he proudly exclaimed with his chin jutting outwards. His eyes were filled with mirth and lips stretched into a sweet, dimpled grin. “I can never become unwell, for who will be around to care for the love of my life and give you all the kisses and cuddles?”

#♡{sweet.hugs} ~ {fingon}#fingon #fingon x y/n #fingon x you #fingon imagine #findekáno #findekano astaldo #house of fingolfin #nolofinweans #silm imagines #middle earth imagine

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sesamenom · 6 months

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High King Maglor during the Siege of Angband: what if Maedhros never passed the crown to Fingolfin?

(also)

fingon is a translation of findekano kanafinwe is just findekano backward kanafinwe therefore sindarinizes to Gonfin

and maglor as high king (or even as regent during thangorodrim) could add a second finwe prefix to be

Fingonfin

#silm #silmarillion #maglor #fingonfin #lol #imagine if high king maglor/fingonfin passed the crown to fingolfin after the bragollach or something #then you would have high king fingonfin high king fingolfin and high king fingon #also idk how the crown wings are attached #i think originally i had them as part of the circlet but i forgot about that when i was drawing him #whoops

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essenceofarda · 4 months

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Teenage Fingon and Maedhros!

I came up with a whole story (practically an entire fic idea lol 😅) for this illustration. It takes place during an extended family vacation in some snowy mountaintops in Aman, (can you imagine not Only the shenanigans the extended finwean family would get up to but also the drama involved with having everyone basically camping under one log cabin roof LMAO), and Fingon, who absolutely idolizes his older cousin Mae, finally musters up the courage to, while on a skiing adventure just the two of them, to come out as trans and Maedhros is just like: *vibrates with excitement* "this is the best news ever i'm gonna teach you everything I know about being a dude" and henceforth the two were inseparable buddies 🥹

I imagine Mae as the first person that Fingon feels comfortable coming out to in this fic idea... and Mae's immediate and enthusiastic encouragement and acceptance is at least partly why Fingon remains his loyal friend for the remainder of their days :')

#tolkien fanart #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr fanart #silm fanart #the silmarillion #silmarillion #fingon #maedhros #my art #admittedly i don't always imagine fingon as trans but in This fic/story/art idea he is :)#i would say at least half the time I think i headcanon him as trans?? depends on the context and story elements involved but anyways #probably won't do anything with this particular fic/story idea but i do want to get back into writing more tolkien fics!#this art is based on a sketch i did a few months ago? I can't remember when i started it but i just finished it tonight :)#kinda like the stylized look of this!#Also in this story/fic idea Mae is a little older than Fingon but not by much #enough that he's considered the older cousin. but not so much that they aren't comparable in age :)

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animatorweirdo · 1 year

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Imagine trying to enjoy alone time in a tavern, but then ending up as the local therapist for an elf and his relatives.

Imagine trying to simply enjoy some alone time in a tavern, drinking some beverage, and minding your own business till you meet this one elf and became regular chat buddies. Now, the relatives of this elf keep coming to the tavern to talk about their problems with you.

Warnings: reader’s sanity gets tested.

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Day 1

Maedhros: *Walks into the tavern, takes a seat, orders a drink, and slams his head against the table*

You: Now that sounds like someone is done with everyday life.

Maedhros: You have no idea.

You: Which one for you, work or unbearable relatives?

Maedhros: Hmm?

You: Work or unbearable relatives? Sometimes it's the work that tires you out, but sometimes it’s the relatives– who do things that make you tick beyond measure.

Maedhros: Hmm… both. Why would you like to know?

You: Just filling out boredom. Wanna have a drink? I can pay for you because you look like you need it.

Maedhros: Well – that is nice of you. I am Maedhros.

You: (Name)

After a week of meeting with Maedhros to shit talk about family, drink, and send each other off– not to be seen for another week.

Maedhros: And yet again, I have to clean up after my brothers.

You: Man, that sucks.

Maedhros: Indeed. I have to go. It was nice talking to you.

You: Bye.

Maedhros: Farewell.

Maedhros: *Walks out of the tavern after paying the bartender*

You: *Sits in silence, drinking*

Maglor: *Walks in and notices you*

Maglor: Excuse me? Are you (Name)?

You: Uuh – yeah?

Maglor: I heard about you from my brother, Maedhros. He apparently likes to come here to talk and drink with you.

You: And you are?

Maglor: I am Maglor.

You: Ah, the one that sings in the morning and never shuts up.

Maglor: What?

You: Nothing! What do you want?

Maglor: I will be honest. I need to relieve something out of my chest. And since Maedhros likes talking with you. I have been ha — *talks about his problems with his family*

You: *Staring at him, confused.*

You: Wha –?

Week 2

You: *Trying to enjoy peace after having talk sessions with both Maedhros and Maglor for a week.

Caranthir: You!

You: Wah! What!

Caranthir: Are you (Name)?

You: uhm – yes? I’m sorry. Did I do something to piss you off?

Caranthir: No. Why would you think that?

You: You look angry.

Caranthir: Well, I’m not. I am Caranthir. I heard about you from two of my brothers, Maedhros and Maglor.

You: Oh, the grumpy one and the one that hoards all the gold?

Caranthir: What?

You: Nothing! What can I do for you?

Caranthir: I heard talking with you helps relieve stress and resolve problems. So, let me start –

You: And what if I don’t-

Caranthir: I will only talk about this once, so listen carefully. I am so done with my –*talks about his problems with his brothers and relatives and problems managing the money*

You: What?

Week 4

You: *Groaning while lying your head against the table*

Celegorm: You (Name)?!

You: What? Who — who are you two?!

Celegorm & Curufin: *sits on each side of you that you sat between them*

Celegorm: We belong to the same family as the rest of our dear brothers, who seem to like turning their backs on us in our time of need.

You: That – doesn’t tell me anything.

Curufin: His name is Celegorm and I am Curufin.

You: Oh, The unhinged forest goblin and the cheap copy of dad?

Celegorm & Curufin: What?

You: Nothing! I assume you wanna talk and let something out of your chest too?

Celegorm: Excellent! Then there is no need for an explanation. Let me tell you what kind of a rough week we had.

Celegorm: I was planning good things for our people, but they kicked us out because apparently we were evil, and I tried to force myself upon Doriath’s princess. I was only trying to show I would be a better option than that mortal man. She even stole my dog!

Celegorm: Can you believe that? And all people claim we’re the most problematic people in Beleriand.

You: Didn’t you try to kill them, though?

Curufin: And my son doesn’t want to be my son anymore? Apparently, I disgusted him so much that he decided to disown himself.

You: —what?

Week 6

You: *Groaning even harder after exhausting weeks of listening to the feanorians’ problems*

Fingon: Excuse me, are you by any chance (Name)?

You: Please, don’t tell me you’re one of Maedhros’s brothers!

Fingon: Oh no, I’m not.

You: – really?

Fingon: I’m his half-cousin!

You: dammit!

Week 8

Fingolfin: You must be (Name)

You: Huh?

Fingolfin: Okay, let me talk about my kids and those problematic nephews of mine.

You: Sir? Do I know you?

Fingolfin: My kids don’t listen to me, and my half-brother’s kids just do anything they like, causing problems and being a bunch of ruffians.

You: Sir? Sir? SIR?!

Week 14

Maedhros: Hey, (Name). Sorry, I have not been visiting for a while. I have been busy with work.

Maedhros: (Name)?

You: *You sit up, shadows and bags in your eyes, exhausted and looking like you were going to break down at any moment*

Maedhros: (Name)! What happened? You look awful!

You: You – and the rest of your family need to find professional help.

#maedhros x reader #maglor x reader #caranthir x reader #celegorm #curufin #fingon #fingolfin #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion #tolkien #middle earth x reader #middle earth #elf therapy #feanorians x reader #silmarillion imagine #middle earth imagines

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