Update!

Update!

Hello guys! Just to let you know, I’ve published my fics on AO3 too! If you are more comfortable reading on AO3, you can still read my fics! You can find me over at Hannah_and_Caliawen. Love you all <3

@Caliawen

Sex with Turgon (Headcannons) - NSFW :

Turgon is a mix of shy and pent up energy

He blushes easily and is a little mortified at first, before relaxing little by little

He lets you take the reins, not quite sure what to do with himself

He likes to have you ride him slowly, watching his dick enter your pussy/ass hole, entranced

When your thighs are getting sore and tired, he’ll take the reins back, confident enough in his ability to make you feel good

He’ll take your hips in his hands and make you ride him, while thrusting up to match the pace he set

He likes to have you nip on his ears, each time you do that, he shudders and goes a bit faster

He likes to give you hickeys, but lives for when you give him those

He feels proud that you love him so much, you lay down a claim to him, make sure everyone knows he’s yours and yours only

He likes to cum in you, whether it’s in your lower region or your mouth

He’s kinda ashamed by how fast you can make him cum if you play with his nipples, but it makes him feel good, so he just moans and tries to forget his shame

He also likes to be fucked in the ass with your dick/a strap

The first time he came from his prostate, he passed out

When he came back to your worried face, he begs you to fuck him again this way, that it feels so good

« Please my love, I beg you, fuck me again, it felt so good! I want to feel like that again! »

Aftercare is really important for him and he cleans you both, the sheets, brings you snacks and drinks

He’ll curl up on you and lay his head in the crook of you neck, laying gentle kisses as you both doze off

@Caliawen

Sex with Caranthir (Headcannons) - NSFW :

Caranthir likes being taken care of

Tell him how handsome he is, how good he makes you feel, how your love for him is all consuming, he loves it

Poor baby has some self-esteem issues, so hearing those compliments while being intimate boosts his confidence

He always keeps his hands on your hips, no matter the position

He likes the contact (and leverage) this gives him

Especially loves to watch you ride him, practically in a trance as he watches your tits/dick bounce up and down

Will hide his face in your neck if the compliments become too much, and cum right then and there

Likes fingering your pussy/asshole after coming, as he often does so before you can

« I’m going to be the one taking care of you now, alright melmë (love)? »

Basically worships you

Adores you and tells you so, encouraging you to cum as he works on your clit/dick with his mouth

Aftercare is top tier with him

He’ll almost bend himself over for your needs

You want a bath? He’s on it

You’re thirsty? Would you prefer water or wine?

You want a massage? He’s more than happy to give you one!

Ends up sleeping with his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as your hand cards through his hair

@Caliawen

Sweetheart

Pairing = Caranthir x Reader

Genre = General audiences

General ratings = fluff (pure fluff <3)

Content warnings = none

Reader’s gender = no explicit gender

Word count = 1,9k

Notes = I’m baaaack! I hope you enjoy this fic! Love you all <3 Here are some words you should know before you read = nityanésa means ‘little sister’, yonya means ‘my son’, ammë means ‘mother’

Caranthir had always been a grumpy elf. However, those who knew him knew that this was a facade. Caranthir, in reality, was a gentle and thoughtful elf. He became embarrassed when you called him out on it and would snap at you while blushing, but he secretly felt proud. He took good care of you and you knew it, even if he didn’t like to acknowledge it.

~~~

You were lazing about in Nerdanel’s workshop, waiting for Caranthir and his mother. She had asked you and her son to pose for her so that she could sculpt you both together. It had been an honor to be asked and so of course you accepted. You were giddy about spending an entire afternoon with Caranthir, for you had had a big crush on him since you two met.

You came out of your thoughts as you heard voices coming your way, recognizing Nerdanel and Caranthir’s voices.

“Come on, yonya, it isn’t that much of a big deal!”

“You don’t understand ammë, it’s (Y/N)!”

“What is wrong with (Y/N)?”

“Nothing! And that’s the problem!”

They both stopped arguing as they saw you sitting and looking at them awkwardly. You hoped they weren’t mad you had accidentally overheard them talking about you. Caranthir seemed to blush and frowned, looking at the floor. Nerdanel smirked and gestured for the two of you to take place. You were sitting on a chair, practically glued to Caranthir’s side.

The whole of the afternoon, you talked to Nerdanel and Caranthir, having a good time overall. You laughed a lot and smiled until your cheeks hurt.

When you had said your goodbyes to the mother and son, you went to the market to buy something to eat. You spent a good amount of time there, watching as Laurelin waned and Telperion waxed. When you came home, you were surprised to see beautiful and delicate flowers sitting in front of your door. A letter was attached to their stems. You took it, curious and read the words ‘Pretty flowers for an even more pretty elf’.

You blushed and looked around for any clue of who the sender was. You were a bit disappointed to find that the sender had left no clue as to who they were.

~~~

The next morning, you went back to Nerdanel’s workshop, to continue the statue. You were surprised to find Caranthir already there and holding something. You peered curiously at him before approaching.

“Hello, Moryo.”

He jumped a little, seemingly coming out of his thoughts. He blushed hard as he saw you.

“Hello, (Y/N)” he smiled gently.

He seemed to want to say something, before he simply blushed and held out his hand. In it was your favorite fruit. You looked at him, surprised.

“For me..?”

He simply nodded his head in response. You smiled and took the fruit, thanking him.

Nerdanel arrived then and you spent the rest of the day chatting with the both of them. Curiously, Caranthir seemed chattier today.

~~~

When you arrived home, you were surprised to see a box in front of your door. Excited, you quickly got inside your house and sat at the dinner table. You quickly opened the box, gasping as you saw what was inside. A beautiful gold necklace sat in the box and it was decorated with beautiful rubies. You reverently picked it up and put it on. It fit you like a glove. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, giddy at the fact you were given a gift by a ‘secret admirer’

~~~

The next day when you arrived at Nerdanel’s workshop, you were surprised to see that she was already there, sweeping the dust.

“Lady Nerdanel..?”

“Oh! Hello dear! Today I am not going to continue to sculpt. My husband is taking me out on a date in the countryside!”

You smiled, happy for her, but also disappointed you wouldn’t have an excuse to spend time with Caranthir. Nerdanel smirked as if she had read your thoughts and said :

“You can always ask Moryo to hang out with you, dear.”

You blushed, feeling as if she had seen right through you. You nodded and left quickly, searching for your crush. You found him sitting in the gardens, weaving. You called out to him, excited to see him again.

“Good morning, Moryo!”

He was startled and hid what he was working on behind his back. You tilted your head, confused, but let it go.

“Good morning, (Y/N)… what are you doing here?”

You rubbed the back of your neck, suddenly sheepish.

“Your mother told me that she wouldn’t sculpt us today, but I thought that maybe… we could, like.. still hang out…together..?”

You almost cringed at your awkwardness. Caranthir was becoming alarmingly redder by the second.

“I… would love to.”

You smiled, relieved that you hadn’t made a fool of yourself in front of him.

~~~

You had a wonderful day with Caranthir. He had bought you food in town and you had gone to see an art exhibition. You were surprised to find that Caranthir was actually hilarious and knew exactly what jokes to make to make you laugh. You had found your thoughts strayed more than once, your eyes falling to his beautiful smile. You wanted to kiss him so bad. Your cheeks hurt with how much you were smiling.

Before parting, Caranthir gave you a beautiful hair ornament. It was beautiful and was clearly of professional making.

“Moryo! This is beautiful!”

“I’m glad you like it, (Y/N)..”

You looked at Caranthir, confused when you saw him sheepishly avoiding your eyes. You looked back at the ornament and finally realized that the style it was made in looked a lot like Curufin’s style. You blushed, realizing that Caranthir must have asked his brother to create something for you. Your heart fluttered and swelled with affection.

“I love it, Moryo…”

Before leaving, you took your courage in your hands and chastely kissed Caranthir on his cheek, before basically running away, giddy.

~~~

Today was the day, you decided. It had been two months since Nerdanel had started to sculpt you and her fourth son. You and Caranthir had gotten closer as the days had passed and you were confident you were good friends. Well, you couldn’t be sure for certain because you and Caranthir hadn’t really talked about what you were.

While you walked towards Fëanor and his family’s home, you thought back about how you would confess your feelings to Caranthir. The night before, you had brainstormed ideas by yourself and chosen your words carefully. You really hoped your confession would not destroy your blooming friendship with your crush. You thought back to Caranthir, his handsome face, seemingly soft lips, his long and luscious hair, his intense yet gentle eyes, and-

“Hello Nityanésa!”

You were startled out of your thoughts by Celegorm’s voice, calling to you from the entrance of his home. Celegorm had always been like a big brother to you and teased you often about your crush on his brother. By the way he was dressed, you guessed that he was going to hunt.

“Hello, Tyelko.”

Said elf smirked and looked at you with a weird glint in his eyes.

“Good luck!” He said, before walking away.

You looked at him, mouth hanging open in shock. Was your decision to confess to Caranthir written all over your face? How did he know?! Or perhaps he didn’t and was trying to-

You were once again startled out of your thoughts as the twins ran past you, shouting a quick greeting while going down the stairs. You didn’t have the time to respond that they were gone.

You took a deep breath and went to find Caranthir in the library, as you had both agreed on meeting there yesterday. When you opened the doors, you heard Fëanor talk with Caranthir. Curious, you stayed still.

“Do not worry, yonya. Everything will be fine.. I have seen the way she looks at you.”

“If you say so, dad…”

You decided to let your presence be known as you heard Fëanor start to walk towards the doors. As he walked outside, he smiled at you kindly. When you looked towards Caranthir, he was blushing and looking at you in a way that made your heart skip multiple beats. You had not realized before, but what you felt wasn’t a simple crush. You were in love with Caranthir. He had carved himself a place in your heart and lived permanently in your mind. You had fallen hard and fast.

You looked into Caranthir’s eyes and you swore you could cry. So much adoration and love was in them, it made you overwhelmed.

“Hello, Moryo..”

“Hello, (Y/N)…”

You both looked at each other in silence. When you opened your mouth to speak, Caranthir beat you to it.

“(Y/N), you have been a constant in my life these last few months and I’ve enjoyed every single second I passed by your side. You are a wonderful person and beautiful inside and out. I… don’t really know how to say this poetically, but I fell in love with you, (Y/N). I love you.”

You looked at Caranthir, admiring the blush that graced his face, ears and neck. You then smiled and talked.

“I love you too, Moryo. You are an handsome and extremely kind elf. I love everything about you.”

When you were finished, Caranthir took your hands and gently pulled you to a table near a window, before sitting down. Something was hidden under a piece of cloth and you peered curiously at it. Caranthir gestured for you to remove the cloth and you did, before gasping loudly.

Under the cloth was a weaved red and gold tunic. It was intricate and one of the most beautiful piece of clothing you had ever seen. On top of that, it was extremely soft and seemed comfortable.

“I wanted to give you a gift and I finished this yesterday, so I thought I could give it to you today.. if you don’t like it, it’s fine, I can always-”

You spoke before he could get even redder.

“I love it! It’s so beautiful! Did you make this?”

Caranthir nodded at your question. You beamed at him and got up, before moving slowly to him.

“Moryo, would you like to be in a relationship with me?”

“Of course!” He quickly said, eyes wide and full of joy.

You smiled at him before leaning in, hearing him take a sharp inhale of breath.

“Can I kiss you..?” You whispered so that the atmosphere would not be ruined.

“..yes, please.” He murmured.

You leaned in and kissed Caranthir, butterflies exploding in your stomach and your heart beating faster. Caranthir gently put his hand on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss and making you feel hot. You broke the kiss however, when you heard a small thud outside the window. You and Caranthir looked at each other, before looking outside, only to find Caranthir’s brothers spying on you.

“I told you not to stand so close to the window, idiot” said an amused Maglor.

“Shut up, I didn’t ask for your opinion” responded an irritated Celegorm.

“Well, you got your answer. Now pay up.” intervened Maedhros.

You watched, aghast, as the brothers exchanged money, some laughing, some grumbling.

You looked back at Caranthir, who was both embarrassed and fuming. You laughed and kissed his cheek, before leaning onto his chest while he slightly relaxed. Yes, Caranthir was a sweetheart. Your sweetheart.

End notes = please forgive me if you see any mistakes 🙇‍♀️

@theladyvanya (please do tell me if you’d like to stop being tagged in my stories <3)

Ahh thank you!! Your words are so kind and encouraging! <3

Sex with Fëanor (Headcannons) - NSFW :

Fëanor would be the most generous sexual partner ever

No matter your genitals, he’ll make sure you end up not being able to walk the next morning

Making you overstimulated, make love to you well into the night, so he’s sure you will be able to spend the morning in bed with him

Even if you don’t have a pussy, he clearly has a breeding kink

« Want me to fill you up, hm? Be a good boy/be good for me, Vanimelda. »

Tears of pleasure would run down your face and you would receive soooo many compliments

« So pretty, just for me »

« Come on, love, I know you can have one more »

« Tired, handsome? »

Hickeys everywhere, on your tights, your neck, your chest, etc.

I headcanon him as someone who loves to eat out their partner, whether it’s your pussy or your asshole, or even give you a blowjob

He just loves seeing your fucked out face, the noises you make and he lives for your praise

Tell him he only can make you feel like this, that he’s the most handsome elf to ever walk on Arda, he eats it up and rewards you for it

He also loves hearing you tell him you’re his, and his only

When he’s about to cum for the who-knows-how-many-times, he’ll say

« My love, my joy, my heart, mine, can I? » while panting in your neck

You only need to say « Yours, my love, you can! » and he’s cumming, balls deep into you

What is also wonderful, is after the mind blowing sex, he has the best aftercare

He kisses you, massages you, brings you a drink/food if you want some, cuddles you, tells you over and over how much he loves you, etc.

All in all, he’s one of the best elves you could ever have sex with

@Caliawen

Awww @noldorinpainter thank you! That’s so kind of you to say! <3

Overwhelming Love

Pairing = Fëanor x reader

Genre = General audiences

General ratings = fluff & angst

Content warnings = none

Reader’s gender = afab!reader, but no explicit gender (only pronoun used to describe reader is ‘you/your’)

Word count = 2,9k

Notes = second fic!! 🥳🥳🥳 I hope you enjoy it! Here are some words you should know before you read = málonya means ‘my friend’, lomba means blind, melinya means ‘my dear’, lissëhón means sweetheart, vanimelda is the highest word of praise for beauty (beautiful and beloved, elven-fair), ammë means mother and finally, yonya means ‘my son’

Fëanor had always felt insecure with the love people gave him. Since his mother died and his father remarried to have other children, he felt as if he wasn’t enough. Why would his father want other children if that wasn’t the case? And so, he outdid himself in everything he did to have his father’s attention. That was how he found his passion for writing and smithing.

One day, in the palace’s library, he felt for the first time that type of love he read so much about. You were browsing the shelves, Laurelin’s rays were caressing your skin gently, making you seem ethereal. For the first time in all of his life, Fëanor was speechless. Your beauty seemed to exceed that of Varda Elentári. Seeming to feel his eyes on you, you turned and looked in his gaze directly, before he abruptly tore his eyes away and faked reading. His cheeks were hot. You caught him looking at you like a creep! Of course you didn’t know that he was admiring your beauty, you didn’t know him!

Fëanor was torn out of his thoughts as he heard books being delicately put down on the table in front of him and a chair scraping against the floor. He snapped his head up and his eyes grew comically large as he saw you smiling at him. You spent a good hour reading with him, before leaving with a small ‘goodbye’. He couldn’t believe it. You had sat with him! Even if you hadn’t talked, you had supported his presence enough to stay seated with him for an hour.

The next few days passed in the same manner. Fëanor seated himself at his usual table and you arrived later, picking a few books before seating yourself in front of him. You gave him a shy smile and then you read in silence until you left after murmuring goodbye. Fëanor became used to this routine, so he was shocked when one day, in the middle of reading, you cleared your throat. He looked up at you and saw you shyly looking into his eyes.

“My name is (Y/N)”

He looked at you dumbly, before he realized he was supposed to introduce himself.

“I’m Fëanáro.” He said, awkwardly. He mentally beat himself, for that was his first impression of him to you. Awkward and not knowing how to converse. Normally, he didn’t have any difficulty talking, but you seemed to make his brain melt so that the only thought left was you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Fëanáro.”

You went back to your book, smiling gently and blushing. He was perplexed. After his mediocre introduction, you still didn’t mind his presence? You must be the incarnation of patience..

“What are you reading, if you don’t mind me asking?” He said, after searching for a long time for something intelligent to start a conversation with.

You looked up from your book, surprised, but also seemingly happy.

“Well, you see…”

That was the day Fëanor made his first friend. You were kind and patient, even with him. You listened as he rambled on and on about one of his discoveries or a topic he was passionate about. It seemed with each day, your beauty became more and more all-consuming. From the tip of your ears to your boots, Fëanor thought you were pretty. Your fëa was the cherry on top of the cake. You were so gentle and funny and respectful, he couldn’t imagine what ’perfect’ was if it wasn’t you.

One day, Fëanor saw you talking to another ellon at the ball his father threw for his coming of age. He didn’t understand why he felt so jealous. You had the right to pursue anyone you liked! So why did he covet your love like he did with his father’s? He ended up feeling angsty for a good amount of time, his jealousy making him snappy and insecure. What if this ellon didn’t like him and wanted you to stop being his friend? The rational part of his mind told him that you were probably only talking to him, flirting at most. You wouldn’t abandon your friendship for someone you weren’t in a relationship with.

He went outside, brooding in silence. A few minutes passed before he heard someone come his way. He looked out the corner of his eye, choking on air as he saw you. You looked concerned and he disliked himself for it, but he felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the fact that you left that ellon to go check up on him.

“Are you alright málonya?” You asked him, your brow furrowed in confusion and worry.

“I… am not..” he confessed hushedly.

“What is wrong then, Fëanáro?” You seemed to be truly concerned now, for he never admitted to being anything other than ‘perfectly fine’.

“I wish for something I probably cannot have..”

You looked deep into his eyes, seemingly searching his fëa. He turned his gaze away, afraid of your reaction if you were to find out.

“Fëanáro… tell me. Please..”

He felt the words of admission come out of his heart and up his throat, in his mouth, he only had to open it and he would be free-

“Why don’t you go back to that ellon you were talking with? You seemed happy with him.” He snapped instead, shame curling inside of him at his cowardice.

“Are you…jealous?” You quietly asked.

Fëanor flinched, not expecting you to see through his words, but then again, that was underestimating you, for you were the smartest elf Fëanor had ever come across. His silence seemed to be enough of an answer for you, because you took his chin in your hand and turned his head so that he was facing you.

“Oh, you lomba man..” you sighed, something like fondness taking over your features.

“I have loved you for a very long time, Curufinwë Fëanáro Finwëyón. You have a brilliant mind, you make me feel all fuzzy inside and meeting you at our spot is like coming home. I cannot tell you how many times I daydreamed about kissing your lips and holding your hand. You make me irrationally happy, Melinya. If you would have me, I would be yours..” you confessed, looking at his mouth towards the end of your last sentence.

He put his hands on your hips and tugged you towards him, kissing you passionately. To know that you felt the same way as he was a relief to Fëanor.

“I wish to court you properly, lissëhón. Can I?” He asked, breathless from your kiss.

Your enthusiastic nod and kiss is enough of an answer for him.

~~~

Your wedding was the biggest and most beautiful of the century. Everyone was in high spirits. It was fun to dance with you, but what was most wonderful was seeing your constant smile as you talked to guests.

Fëanor tore his gaze away from you as he saw your parents approaching. You were the exact copy of your mother, except for your smile. Your father had ginger hair and he had given you his smile. They were wonderful people and he was more than happy to have them as his in-laws.

He was teased by your father for his constant looking, but Fëanor couldn’t stop. You seemed to be radiating happiness as you walked towards him and your parents. It was incredible how Fëanor found himself falling deeper in love with you every day that passed.

~~~

The birth of your first son was a joyous occasion. Maitimo, you called him. Well-shaped one. You were absolutely right, for your child was beautiful. He had inherited his grandfather’s ginger hair and freckles, the eyes of his father and he had your ears, nose and lips. He was the joy of both your hearts.

The birth of your second son was an even more joyous occasion, for Maitimo was the one who had asked for a sibling. He bounced up and down, excited at the prospect of having a brother to play with. Makalaurë, you named him. Forging gold. Once again, you were dead on with the name, for little Makalaurë seemed to make songs more powerful than the Valar, spinning them from gold and leaving all hearts who had heard his singing aching for more. He had inherited his father’s hair and face and your eyes, nose and smile. He was magnificent.

The birth of your third son was followed by exclamations of joy and happiness. Makalaurë and Maitimo were ecstatic at the thought of another brother. Tyelkormo, you named him. Hasty-riser. He was a bundle of energy and woke you up at ungodly hours so that he could play. He was also quick to anger, filled with insecurities and quick to defend his loving family. He had Míriel’s hair, his father’s eyes and your ears, smile and nose. He was breathtaking.

The birth of your fourth son was a cacophony of delight. Everyone had waited long for this little one and he was finally here. Carnistir, you named him. Red face. It had surprised you all that your fourth son had a permanent blush on his face. It was however clear to all that it was adorable. Kisses were pressed on his cheeks constantly and hands caressed his hair. He had inherited the hair of his father and of his eyes while he had your smile and personality. He was calmer and more solitary, preferring to spend time with you than with other kids his age. He was your bliss.

The birth of your fifth son was filled with amusement. This little one looked so much like his father, it was comic. Atarinkë, you named him. Little father. It was more than fitting, for your fifth son attached himself to Fëanor and never let go. Everything his father did, Atarinkë had to do. He looked to Fëanor with awe in his little eyes and wanted to be held by him all the time. He loved his brothers and his parents more than anything in the world. You had no doubt you were heroes in his eyes. He was your euphoria.

The birth of the twins rocked the house. No one had really expected two babies when you had announced you were pregnant. Ambarussa you named them. Top-russet. It was fitting, for they both had the ginger hair of your beloved father. Your reasoning for giving them the same name was because they were born together and were fated to have one name. You still decided to give them separate names anyway. Minyarussa, you named the first one. The first. It was in relation to their birth order, for Minyarussa was the first one to see the light of Telperion. Umbarto, you named the second one. The fated. You had seen something, yet refused to tell Fëanor, which worried him, but at the same time, he didn’t want to push you. They were your rapture.

~~~

The rational part of his mind wailed in despair at what he had done. The Fear, however, was too strong. He had lost his father, he couldn’t lose his sons too, was what It whispered to him. And so, he bound himself and them to an oath. He was leaving Valinor to avenge his father and protect his sons from the Valar, they who hadn’t taken the menace that was Melkor seriously, they who had failed to protect them, they, who in a sense, were a part of the reason his father died. He would protect his sons, at all costs.

You weren’t in agreement with The Fear. You told him that this was madness, that he couldn’t do this, to abandon the oath and go back to how things were before. The rational part of his mind screamed at him to not do this, that you were right and that he would lose you if he didn’t heed your pleas. The Fear, however, was too strong. It killed the rational part of his mind with It’s fists and screamed at him to get away from this place. You didn’t come with him to Arda.

~~~

In his final moments, Fëanor thought back to what you had said and the rational part of his mind rose from the dead to tell him you were right.

~~~

Fëanor didn’t know how many years he spent in the Halls of Mandos. Time passed strangely there. Or more accurately, time had no meaning in these halls. When he was released after he had repented for his crimes, he learned that his sons were also free. He learned that Maedhros had married Fingon and that the former had adopted twins with Maglor. He had a second grandson, another one than little Celebrimbor, named Elrond.

You came to see him shortly after he was released. You both looked at each other, strangers again. He desperately wanted to go back in time and undo his mistakes. Oh, how he longed to wake up with you in his arms, to create you new jewelry and to brag with you about your sons’ accomplishments to other parents. He knew he had lost this privilege and that it was his fault. He knew he had lost you.

However, a glimmer of hope appeared in his chest as you slowly came forward, inches away from him. He raptly listened to what you had to say.

“I do not wish for us to separate our fëas, Fëanáro. What you did was cruel and pure madness, and I do not think I can ever forget what you put our sons through. However, our sons vouched for you. They explained to me that at the time of the oath, you weren’t yourself and that you weren’t okay mentally. I want you to heal, my love. Then we can see where we stand, as you are yourself again.”

“I promise I will heal, vanimelda. I promise.”

~~~

Fëanor kept his promise. He went to Lórien to work on his mind and fëa. It was an arduous journey and he sometimes wanted to give up. The rational part of his mind screamed each time he thought about that to not waste his only chance to win you back. His sons sometimes came to visit him. He apologized to all of them and to Celebrimbor. He was miraculously forgiven.

Fëanor had the pleasure to meet Elrond and his wife, Celebrían, along with their sons, Elladan and Elrohir. It was awkward at first, but slowly, they all warmed up to him. This gave him hope that one day, you could welcome him back into your arms.

~~~

The first time he met his mother in millenia, he cried. He fell into her arms and she hugged him to her chest, crying too. Torrents of tears fell down his cheeks, joy and hurt mixed together. He felt like Nienna had struck him down with grief as he could feel her lips kissing the crown of his head. Míriel rocked him back and forth, humming a tune he remembered was from his childhood.

When he had calmed down, he met his mother properly. They talked for days on end, taking back the time that was cruelly wrenched from them.

“Do you think she’ll ever take me back? Do you think she could love me again, ammë?”

His mother looked at him with love overflowing her eyes.

“Of course, yonya. Please let me meet her when you have won her back!”

~~~

His mother’s words carefully tucked to his chest, he made his way to you. His heart beat-no pounded in his chest and his stomach had a weird fluttery feeling inside of it. The greatest elf who ever lived, Curufinwë Fëanáro Finwëion, was nervous. He knew his sons would welcome him, but you, he had no idea. He hoped, oh how he hoped.

When he stood before you, Fëanor found himself speechless for the second time in his life. You were a beauty to behold, your magnificence unable to be described with words ; you were a feeling, someone to look at. One could not describe your beauty, they had to see it and to experience it.

“Hello, Fëanáro.”

Oh, how he loved how his name rolled off your tongue!

“Hello, (Y/N).”

He had no idea where to start. He had so much to say, yet so little words came to him. When you looked at him and gave him that little smile that made him fall in love, he knew everything would be alright.

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Fëanor woke up, feeling for once at peace. He looked into his arms and found himself smiling, for you were there. The day before, after a long discussion filled with tears, you had accepted him back. That night, you had rekindled your fëas and it felt amazing to feel you again.

That day, Fëanor took you to meet his mother. It was a meeting that made his heart swell with the love he held for the two of you. He invited his sons along and his heart almost burst at the sight of his mother hugging her grandchildren. He looked at you and knew that the overwhelming love he held for you was right. He now knew peace, reunited with his family, even if he missed his father. Yes, this was indeed where he was supposed to be.

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