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eunoiaastralwings · 2 years
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Hey! Terrific blog! So fun! Can I please request a fingolfin or turgon x reader please? The reader gets hurt, maybe they go on a patrol and are ambushed and get a large cut on their arm or stomach? Not terribly life threatening but bad enough they need to be rushed back to Gondolin. And their elf PANICS cause their s/o is in pain and losing blood! Ultimately just their elf being super lovey and protective of their hurt s/o, like bossing the medics around refusing to leave. Human reader maybe?
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featuring turgon x reader
fandom tolkien — the silmarillion
a/n awe thnx hun! - this kinda into a little crack fic - i hope you like it nonnie
warnings blood, injury, healers, turgon panicking and losing this cool
These roads were supposed to be safe— the borders of the large mountain— but the orcs were smarter this time.
Waiting behind borders— to ambush the patrol group.
You happened to be on the group— Turgon hated the idea of you patrolling.
But one thing you begged during the beginning of your courtship was not to let him take away your warrior title— you grew up learning the best fights and sparring techniques and you couldn't sit still and look pretty for him.
You wanted more than that— you weren't ready to give up everything you learnt, even for love— it wasn't right.
As much as Turgon hated it— he allowed it.
But as long as you stayed on the borders of the hidden city's mountains.
You hissed— your stomach wounded— while it wasn't deep, there was blood loss. You groaned and pushed your way through and killed the last of the orcs— sweat dripping on your forehead.
"Commander!— King Turgon is on his way!"
"You fool!"
You almost screeched— it was a well known fact all your soldiers were reporting back to Turgon every minute of the patrol.
It annoyed you— like Turgon didn't trust you.
You rolled your eyes at the sound of Turgon rushing through— he commanded his horse to make way.
You leaned against one of the borders and clutched your stomach— while you felt a little dizzy you tried to keep yourself steady.
"Y/N!"
He shouted and climbed off his horse.
Go away, you old mystical fool! - you wanted to shout at him.
As much as you loved him - he did get on your nerves.
His daughter - Idril, told you to just go with it— and it was the both the best and worst advice.
"My king— they are deeply wounded!"
"Am not!"
You glared at one of the soldiers.
Turgon rushed to you— his already pale ethereal face, turning paler like the skin of death.
His eyes widened at the amount of blood you were losing.
Without a word Turgon lifted you into his arms— then shouted at his soldiers.
"Ready the path!— I want the best healers on sight!— I will leave first."
He pushed you on his horse's back.
"Turu. . . am fine— please calm down!"
You said — when he climbed onto the horse and wrapped his arms carefully around you.
You noticed he was shaking like a leaf— shouting about his commands.
"Calm down?— Calm down? Y/N!— You're bleeding!"
His eyes were wide— like a fish out of water.
Sometimes you wondered, if Ulmo secretly turned him into fish for a few moments— and he was still experiencing fishmyositis!
"Yes— but am not dying, Turgon!"
You hissed— shouting certainly wasn't helping.
"Hush now— we will get you home. . ."
He kissed your forehead.
Turgon's eyebrow creased in worry— you had the urge to lift and smooth it out.
Even sleeping— Turgon's forehead was creased and you always had to smooth it out.
You swore— if it weren't for you this Nolder would have wrinkles by now.
But right now you couldn't— too weak and if you did his forehead would be painted in your blood.
You sighed— he quickly rode his horse back into the hidden city.
You could hear his heartbeat racing— and you were scared it would break out of his chest any minute now.
"Turu. . . you're panicking. . ."
"Oh— well join me, won't you?"
He almost grunted out.
"I told you not to go patroling, Y/N!— You never listen to me! — You're only human— you will die! You need stop putting yourself in danger!"
Turgon continued on his lecture until the entrance of Gondolin.
Even a worried Idril met you— but Turgon quickly told her to return to her room— then shouted at the healers.
"Well— don't just stand there!"
Right now— it amused you, the usually well-composed Turgon losing it at the sight of your blood— but you didn't dare laugh.
Turgon placed you on the bed— and the healers rushed to clean and stitch up your wound.
Your eyes widened when a total of 5 healers came to your side— you really only needed 1 or 2— and Turgon didn't allow any of them to leave the room, until the process was finished.
He held your hand— whispering sweet nothings and kissing your fingers.
His eyes twitched, glaring at the healers whenever you made discomforting noise — but you caressed his hand and pulled his gaze to you.
"Stop hurting them— your lives are on the line. Mark my words— I'll throw you off the wall of this city, if they do not-"
You whacked his arm, shutting him up— even gave him a glare.
He knew that look.
The shut your mouth, you old mystical fool look— he loved and hated it.
You sighed and turned to the 5 healers.
"Thank you for your assistance— am fine, now you may leave."
Turgon let out a disproving grunt— earning another whack from you.
"They should stay here."
He wasn't too happy about you letting him go.
You rolled your eyes.
"Well. . . if they continue to stay here, you wouldn't have the opportunity to come to my side and cuddle me. . ."
You held your arms wide open— and blinked innocently at him.
Turgon frowned— and this time you reached forward and smoothed it away.
"I might hurt you. . ."
"You need to stop looking at me like a fragile little human, Turu— I won't break."
You reassured him.
Carefully Turgon laid on the bed— beside you and pulled you into his arms.
You rested you head on his chest— happy that his heartbeat was now slow and calm.
"I love you, Y/N. . . I cannot lose you. . . not yet, am not ready for that. . ."
You sighed— as a human you wouldn't each eternity like Turgon.
"My love, please— do not fret over me like this— am indeed a warrior— I have came across worse before and survived, have a little faith in me. . .trust me. . ."
It was hard for Turgon to leave you fight— it scared him really, he preferred if you stay in the safety of the city.
He had already lost too much— he couldn't add you to the list.
As you were human— he was bound to lose you one day— but he couldn't let that day arrive too quickly.
Turgon would do everything in his power to push that day far as possible.
"Please— be careful next time, my love. . ."
You nodded and pulled him into a chaste loving and promising kiss.
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@i-did-not-mean-to here it is! </3 silly Turu- Finno not too happy- he wanted more of Turu panicking lmao!
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nailsinmywall · 2 months
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Descendants of finwë (incl. kidnapped children): sons and daughters of fëanor, fingolfin and finarfin
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elfinfen · 4 months
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All these gentlemen were drawn as part of the Gondolin Gang series for intea (my deep gratitude for this opportunity and inspiration ♥). Of course I will draw the remaining two, but now I want to show the finished ones 😃
I tried to draw different but stylistically similar and simple outfits, hairstyles and faces, so that one could believe that they live at the same time and in the same place, being in an everyday (medieval) environment - most of them had small bags for small things and clothes whose fit is regulated by a belt and not by patterns.
Egalmot got the most complex background - there's a cat there, did you see it? 🐈
Who do you like the most and who has the coolest handbag? 🙂👀
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tari-cua · 6 months
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Noldor youth) Fingon Turgon Maitimo Maglor Finrod and my OC
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sakasakiii · 5 months
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some firstborn sons to start the new year two weeks after it began ✨
apologies for disappearing again,, this makes it the 4th? 5th time i've disappeared?? WILD. things have been busybusybusy but i've gotten some prior things all settled so hopefully i can get back into drawing and checking out things.... and answering asks!!!!!
obligatory extra as per tradition bc i always forget about the secondborns who arent maglor (im looking at YOU, orodreth's dad):
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annoyinglandmagazine · 2 months
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Curufin: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?
Maedhros : Language
Amrod: Yeah watch your fucking language
Celegorm : OKAY WHO TAUGHT AMROD THE FUCK WORD?
Maglor : 'The fuck word'.
Turgon: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time
Caranthir : Oh my god he censored it
Celegorm : Say fuck, Turgon.
Aredhel : Do it, Turgon. Say fuck.
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irithyllians · 1 year
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turukáno and anairë. like mother, like son.
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glorf1ndel · 2 months
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Pick a guy that just really loves his wife!
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sesamenom · 1 month
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Festival of the Trees in Rivendell (very much outdated) vs Festival of We Got Another Wine Shipment in Mirkwood (invented three hours ago)
somewhat inspired by this post by @elvinye
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myceliumelium · 2 months
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Some good old helcaraxë grief. For the soul.
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melestasflight · 2 months
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Two Half-Kings and a Full Lake Between
In the aftermath of their tumultuous arrival in Beleriand, Maglor has scarcely managed to hold together the bruised and splintering House of Fëanor and their Sindarin allies. Then, the Sun's first rising brings with it Fingolfin’s host of Ice-hardened Noldor, hungry for retribution. With battered hearts and fraying minds, the two half-kings must navigate fragile relations even as they face the impossible task of reuniting the Noldor under a single leader.
Join @polutrope and me for this Mithrim drama fest for @silmarillionepistolary. All chapters are now up!
Cover art by the brilliant @myceliumelium Read on AO3
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nelyos-right-hand · 8 months
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Thinking about how perfect the Silmarillion already is and about how even more perfect it would be if Tolkien actually got the chance to write it properly.
Don't get me wrong, Christopher already did a great job at publishing all of his father's works (he didn't have to do that, no one made him spent years trying to organize an entire world), but as it is the Silm is just a large summary of events, and even the separate books that focus on just one story like Luthien or Turin are more very detailed summaries then actual novels.
I mean, imagine Tolkien got to write all that out the way he did with Lord of The Rings, it wouldn't be a trilogy but (a ten-logy???) at least ten books!
Imagine reading all those already heartbreaking scenes the way novels are normally written, with more dialog and detailed descriptions and everything, the way we now only get it in fanfiction.
And I think that's kind of what this fandom is doing. We take all those notes and ideas and give them details and life. We finish Tolkien's legacy because he couldn't do it himself.
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nailsinmywall · 5 months
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Maeglin in gondolin (and curufin laughing at eol)
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elfinfen · 11 months
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Turgon ✨
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lowcountry-gothic · 2 years
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Finrod and Sauron
Battle of Unnumbered Tears
The Guardians of Gondolin
Túrin Turambar
The Ruin of Doriath
The Voyage of Eärendil
The End of the Curse
Dome and Foam
Three Rings
Bard the Dragon Slayer
Art by Wavesheep. Part I | Part II | Part III.
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arlenianchronicles · 1 year
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Do not follow her, Turvo. Don’t go there, you mustn’t go! You cannot leave Itarillë -- you cannot leave me! Don’t leave me!
Fingon and Turgon on the Helcaraxë! Since I still had these two on the brain, I decided to indulge in some more brotherly feels (or angst, in this case). This scene is sometime after Elenwë is lost; I imagine Turgon was so taken by despair in the days after that he nearly followed his wife, but Fingon stopped him in time. So Turgon had to release his grief some other way!
For Turgon’s face, I referenced War Pieta by Max Ginsburg since I really wanted his expression to be visceral. For some reason, drawing these types of expressions is lots of fun! XDD
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