Safe And Sound

Safe And Sound

Pairing = Celebrimbor x Reader

Genre = General audiences

General ratings = fluff (only fluff <3)

Content warnings = none

Cálë = light (Quenya)

Reader’s gender = no explicit gender (you/your)

Word count = 2,2k

Notes = I hope you enjoy! Here are some words you should know before you read = Meleth nîn means ‘my love’, Vanimelda is the highest word of praise for beauty, Gamil means ‘old’ in Khuzdûl and Bund means ‘head’ in Khuzdûl so Gamilbund means ‘old head’, Cidinn means ‘small’ and tuig means ‘sprout/shoot/sapling’ so Cidinntuig means ‘small sprout’, Zigil means ‘silver’ in Khuzdûl and Gáld means ‘bright’ in Khuzdûl so Zigilgáld means ‘bright silver’ and finally, Sirya- means ‘to flow, to flow [smoothly]’ and Cálë means ‘light’ so Siryacálë means ‘flowing light’ (so many words 💀)

In the comfort and security of your chambers, you checked yourself in your mirror. Tonight was a special night, as the whole of Eregion celebrated it’s Lord’s birthday. Indeed, today was your love’s begetting day. Tyelpë tended to downplay such events and to say that they were unnecessary. He didn’t particularly enjoy being the center of attention. However, this time, you had made sure everything would be comfortable for your love. The party would take place outside, near the trees so that beautiful lamps could hang from their branches.

You had put your blood, sweat and soul into planning this party. It had to be perfect for Celebrimbor. So, as you checked yourself in the mirror, you weren’t satisfied. You had picked your best outfit and prettiest jewelry, however, something was missing. It frustrated you to not know what was wrong. Even if you knew that Celebrimbor couldn't care less about what you wore, you still wanted to be dressed according to the event. As you looked again at your outfit critically, a knock startled you out of your assessment.

You smiled as you knew who would be there. As you opened the door and your suspicions were confirmed, you beamed at the person. Celebrimbor was magnificent in his red and gold tunic. He was also looking at you like you had created Arda and hung the stars in the sky before coming down to grant him your love, and that warmed your heart beyond words. You let your husband enter your shared chambers, rolling your eyes a little as you realized he had knocked, again. No matter how many times you reminded him that your shared chambers were, well, shared, he still insisted on knocking every time before letting you open the door. You honestly couldn’t care less if he walked in on you changing, anyway he had seen you naked plenty of times already.

“Hello, meleth nîn” he calmly said.

“Hello, Tyelpë” you said, as your lips turned upwards in joy.

Your husband approached you while looking at you up and down, obviously appreciating the effort you put into dressing yourself. His eyes seemed to shine and sparkle as Tirion offered his love to them. The light silver was brought out by his night black hair, styled more fancily than normal. His lips looked delectable and plump as cherries and made you want to kiss him, badly.

You were, once again, startled out of your thoughts by your love, as he approached you and embraced you. His bare arms encircled you and you couldn’t help but appreciate the muscles in them, flexing and moving as he slowly trailed his hand up and down your back. Celebrimbor seemed to love doing that, for some unknown reason. He pressed a kiss to your head and then murmured :

“I have a gift for you, vanimelda.”

“Really? Meleth, I should be the one saying that, it is your birthday after all!” You replied jokingly.

Celebrimbor simply smiled before taking out a relatively middle-sized velvet box from one of his pant’s pockets. He offered it to you, still looking at you like you were a gift from Eru. You took the box, quietly thanking your husband, before opening his gift and gasping. Inside the box was a magnificent necklace, made from your husband’s hands and tailored exclusively for you. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry you had ever seen. You looked from the necklace towards your husband, before looking back at the necklace and then at your husband. You smiled, touched and quietly asked Celebrimbor to put it on you.

You turned around and let your love put on his gift for you. You looked in the mirror and smiled, for you had finally found what had been missing. The necklace fitted the outfit perfectly and even matched your eyes. You turned around and kissed Celebrimbor, who made a surprised but delighted noise, before enclosing you in his strong arms. As you detached yourselves from each other, you both put your forehead on the other’s. It was like this most of the time with Celebrimbor : full of love and calmness. You were each other’s fortresses.

“Well, Meleth, I’m afraid we’ll have to go now or we’ll be late.” You whispered, afraid to break the tender moment.

“Alright my love. You know I really appreciate your efforts at planning this party? I don’t want me saying that ‘it wasn’t necessary’ let you think the opposite. Although I still stand by the point that a private little party with only us too would have also been perfect.”

You smiled and kissed your husband’s cheek, before leaving your chambers.

As you walked in the practically empty corridors, you pushed and joked with each other, giggling like teenagers all the while. It was refreshing to let go entirely of responsibilities for just one night. The people of Ost-in-Edhil all were okay with this, seeing at how well you and Celebrimbor took care of the city. It was also partly because it was the only night you could offer a gift to the Lord without having to fight to get Celebrimbor to accept it.

It was always a joy to give Tyelpë things, because you knew he was always grateful when he received any kind of gift. He cherished everything he received, even little branches or empty snails’ shells given by children. He kept everything on shelves that were reserved for this exact reason. It was always endearing to watch him happily put something new on a shelf.

As you both arrived at the party, multiple voices raised in joy, shouting “happy birthday”’s and “there they are!”’s. Celebrimbor took the time to stop and talk with everyone who called out to him. As he was busy talking with Elrond, who had taken the time to come and celebrate his favorite cousin’s birthday, you walked away mischievously. In fact, there was a surprise awaiting your loving husband and you almost vibrated with excitement.

As you took a glass of your favorite beverage, someone said your name loudly, making you turn with a smile on your face. There, with a whole chicken thigh in his hand, stood Narvi. As usual, his kind face was illuminated by his wonderful smile, displaying his white teeth. You put your hand on your forehead and lightly hit it with your fist, before hitting Narvi’s forehead with it. Narvi did the same, for the exception that he hit your hand instead. It was a greeting that you two had adopted to replace the usual Dwarf greeting. After all, the height difference between the two of you made it so that you couldn’t knock your foreheads together. Not that you’d ever have done it anyway, you’d probably have ended up with a concussion.

“Haa, how wonderful to see ya again, Gamilbund! It has been too long!”

“Indeed, Cidinntuig, it has been too long! How have you been?”

“Oh, I’ve been well! But more interestingly, it’s wonderful to be here! It’s clear ya worked ya’ arse off to put this together!”

“Ah, many thanks, I tried! I just feel like Tyelpë deserves the best, you know?”

“Indeed I do, Gamilbund! Now, I’m really sorry, but I need to give good ol’ Zigilgáld the gift I brought!” He said, taking a bite out of the chicken thigh.

You laughed, before shooing him away and towards Celebrimbor.

~~~

Tyelpë was extremely funny to watch when given gifts. Indeed, you laughed so much you couldn’t breathe properly when you saw him try to fight Narvi because the gift was ‘too much’. The two being completely and utterly stubborn made it only funnier. When they weren’t agreeing on something, they butted heads aggressively but lovingly.

“I insist, Zigilgáld! I made it for ya and only ya! I ain’t goin’ to give this to someone else!”

“Cidinntuig, this is too much! I can’t accept this, I’d be forever in your debt! I’d have to claw my way to your Father’s halls to give you presents at each of your birthdays!”

“Don’t be ridiculous and just accept tha’ gift, my friend. Or I’ll make you!”

“Narvi!”

Your attention was stolen from the two bickering adults by someone tapping your shoulder. You turned around and smiled as you saw Elrond. Indeed, he had helped you form your plan and get the materials necessary to make it come to life. As it turned out, you and Elrond got along extremely well. It was fun to let out your mischievous streak with someone that could match it.

“Everything is ready!” He said, clearly excited about this.

“Wonderful! We’ll just have to wait until Tyelpë has accepted Narvi’s gift.”

“Ah, I hope he won’t take thirty years to accept.”

You smiled with Elrond at his joke and turned your attention back to the now arguing Narvi and Celebrimbor. At least, it seemed like Tyelpë had accepted the gift. You looked at Elrond and nodded.

Seconds later, magnificent lanterns rose from the Earth to go float in the Sky. Narvi and Celebrimbor stopped arguing, raising their heads to look at the lanterns. Your lover’s mouth was open and his eyes were full of amazement. Letting lanterns go up in the sky on someone’s birthday was a Noldorin tradition that was practiced mostly in Valinor. You knew this because on a calm night, Celebrimbor had told you about the first time he remembers seeing the Siryacálë. He had climbed on his father’s shoulders to look at them more closely, mouth agape. He had spent the rest of the night questioning his grandfather about the lanterns.

Soft music started playing as the lanterns stopped being released. People smiled and craned their necks to have a better look at the Siryacálë, for they seemed to dance in the gentle breeze, harmonizing perfectly with Tirion’s soft gleam and the Stars’ glow. You looked towards Celebrimbor and saw him approaching at a leisurely pace, his eyes still glued to the lanterns. Your heart was overflowing with joy, for the look in Tyelpë’s eyes was priceless. Such joy and happiness was held in it, it made the stress of making this party perfect worth it.

People started to dance to the soft melody, raising their voices to sing and hum along. Your love arrived at your side, still smiling.

“Thank you, meleth nîn,.. a thousand words cannot begin to describe how grateful I am to you for tonight.”

“It is nothing you do not deserve, my love.”

“Well, in this case… would you accord me this dance, vanimelda?”

You smiled, before responding : “Of course, my love!”

Your husband took your hand and led you to the circle of dancers. Dancing with Celebrimbor was a rare experience but still something that you enjoyed immensely. The way you were encased in his arms made you feel like you two were in an impenetrable bubble, protected from the rest of the world. Just the two of you, dancing and listening to music, basking in each other’s presence. Celebrimbor had that special something that made people feel comfortable around him. Around him, you felt like no harm could ever befall you. You were safe and sound. Always.

Suddenly, Celebrimbor picked you up and twirled you around, smiling as you laughed and asked him not-so-gently to put you down. As he obliged your request, he kissed you, or well, tried to. You were both smiling too much to kiss properly, but you didn’t mind. This moment was perfect and you would exchange it for nothing.

~~~

Later on, when everyone was leaving to go sleep in their chambers, you and Tyelpë decided to do the same. Elrond and Narvi made sure to boast loudly that they had succeeded in giving Celebrimbor, The Celebrimbor, a gift. They laughed as Celebrimbor threatened to give them a better present at their birthday, and how would that feel, eh?

You tugged Tyelpë to your chambers, humming the songs they had played all the while. As you entered your chambers, Celebrimbor picked you up and went to place you on the plushy couch on the exterior balcony connected to your chambers. He went back to put his gifts lovingly and carefully on his shelves, before joining you outside again, closing the door-window after him. He let himself fall on the couch beside you, smiling as you tutted at him. You put your head on his shoulder before yawning, feeling your tiredness creeping onto you.

Celebrimbor smiled as you placed yourself more comfortably on him, hugging one of his biceps, while his forearm caressed your back in circular motions. He hummed a song he vaguely remembered his mother and uncles singing to him on one of his birthdays. It reminded him of you, in an unexplainable way.

You felt yourself slip into Irmo’s arms as Celebrimbor hummed to you. You felt safe in his arms. Tyelpë radiated heat and so you felt comfortable even if the breeze was a little cold, for your husband protected you from it.

“I love you, Tyelpë..”

“I love you, vanimelda.”

You fell asleep to the feeling of the crown of your head being kissed.

End notes : I hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading!

@theladyvanya @noldorinpainter

Nendarnē Indarā

_Names_

Primitive Elvish

“Epessë” = Nendarnē Indarā [Nenda : water, flow + Rnē> Ornē : (straight) tree] > Water tree [In : the (my invention) + Darā : wise] > The Wise

***

Quenya

“Epessë” = Nénasarë Isaira [Nén : water, river + Asarë> Tasarë : willow-tree] > Water (willow) tree [I : the + Saira : wise] > The Wise

***

Sindarin

“Epessë” = Nenathar Isael [Nen : water, lake + Athar> Tathar : willow-tree] > Water (willow) tree [I : the + Sael : wise] > The Wise

***

Telerin

“Epessë” = Duinanëlla Iengoleve [Duinanë : water (my invention) + Lla> Galla : tree] > Water tree [I : the (my headcannon) + Engoleve : wise (my invention)] > The Wise

***

Nicknames = ‘Nëlla, ‘Darnē

_Family, birth & age_

Family

As she is one of the Elves born in Cuiviénen, she doesn’t have ‘blood’ family. However, she considers Tata, Tatië, Imin, Iminyë, Enel and Enelyë as her brothers and sisters. She was the first elf to ever awaken, long before the others.

Birth

Nendarnē was ‘born’ in Cuiviénen. She awoke long before the others and took care of their bodies as one would with their children. She was considered to be the first ‘mother’ of Elves. Nendarnē was not so known, for she prefered to spend her days swimming and talking to trees. She was a bit of an introvert and therefore awoke at night and went to sleep at sunrise, passing the day sleeping, most of the times.

Age

She looks to be 27-28, being 7500+ years of age

_Appearence_

Hair = night black and calf lenght

Eyes = arctic blue

Height = 10’7 (326,14 cm)

Race/Ethnicity = Quendi, no distinction from the first races (Minyar, Tatyar and Nelyar) for she awoke first and stayed in Cuiviénen

Mouth = ‘rouge’ (F26B8A)

Skin = Olive, with some tattoos on her arms

Clothes (in Cuiviénen) = it wasn’t really clothes, but she wore the skin of Markhors (named Slōkōmat* in Primitive Elvish and Matango* in Quenya) to support her breasts and bottom. She used the horns of the Markhors to tattoo herself

Clothes (middle of First Age and onwards) = mostly tunics, pants and hunting gear, but sometimes she’ll wear dresses or don her very old clothes from Cuiviénen

Special features/accessories = She has tattoos on her right arm. They are mostly swirls and flowers

*Slōkō means snake and Mat means eat/eater, so Slōkōmat means Snake Eater in Primitive Elvish

*Mat means eat/eater and Ango means snake, so Matango means Snake Eater in Quenya

_Love life_

Promise and loyal to = no one, for she had never any desire to take on a lover, either for sexual pleasure or romance

Children = she has no adopted nor biological children, but she helped her ‘siblings’ raise their children; Illion, Finwë, Olwë, Elwë and Elmo (also Ingwë, Illion’s son)

_Likes, dislikes, fears_

Likes

Nature, hunting, swimming, Ents and Entwives*, children, singing, her culture and taking care of others

*Her favourite Entwife was Lushleaf, who was one of her bestfriends. It hurt her deeply when Lushleaf disappeared

Dislikes

Morgoth, Orcs, cruelty, unnecessary violence, being in a place with too much people

Fears

Being captured by Morgoth or seeing the ones she cares about captured by him, dragons and burning to death

_Hobbies/Passions_

Hunting = As the first Elf to ever awaken, she had to learn how to feed herself all alone. She had to observe animals to fend for herself. At first, she only ate berries for she only saw herbivorous animals. She then saw carnivorous animals and learned from them how to hunt. It became her passion and hobby to hunt. She loves to feel the power and adrenaline hunting prey gives her. Nendarnē was the first elf to ever make a bow and a hunting knife, the bow made out of a solid branch from a tree and animal guts, while the knife was made out of a wolf’s tooth. Hunting for her food was a calming and grounding activity for her and helped her relax when she was overwhelmed or stressed.

Singing = Again as the first Elf to ever awaken, Nendarnē suffered from loneliness for a long time. To remedy this strange and unwelcome feeling inside of her, she started soul singing (fëalindë in Quenya). As Primitive Elvish was born, she started singing words to externalize her feelings. As she learned new languages (Primitive Elvish evolved), she became enamoured with singing in those languages. Quenya, Sindarin, Telerin, Noldorin, Silvan, Avarin, Vanyarin, Valarin, etc., she loved to sing. Whether she learned those languages by Elves who went to Valinor and came back or from people who ‘modified’ Primitive Elvish, she loved to learn new languages to sing in.

_Fun fact_

Nendarnē stayed by the ocean after she left Cuiviénen after the War of Wrath. She misses dearly the Sea of Helcar and sometimes dreams that she is back there, lazing about in the water and looking at the stars. She walks around on beaches and sometimes sings. She sometimes heard a voice singing in a sad voice, a long long lament. Nendarnē sometimes saw a figure after hearing that voice. Later on, after Nendarnē became friends with Mairafinwë, she looks for that voice/figure, as she is convinced that this is Maglor. In the end, she never found him, but gave Mairafinwë enough information to find him.

@theladyvanya

House of Fëanor

Fëanor = Sex with Fëanor, Dating Fëanor

Maedhros = Sex with Maedhros and Fingon

Maglor = Sex with Maglor

Celegorm = Sex with Celegorm

Caranthir = Sex with Caranthir

Curufin = Sex with Curufin

Amrod =

Amras =

Clebrimbor = Sex with Celebrimbor

House of Fingolfin

Fingolfin = Sex with Fingolfin

Fingon = Sex with Maedhros and Fingon

Turgon = Sex with Turgon

Aredhel = Sex with Aredhel

Argon =

Idril =

House of Finarfin

Finarfin = Sex with Finarfin

Finrod = Sex with Finrod

Angrod =

Aegnor =

Galadriel =

Imladris

Elrond = Sex with Elrond

Celebrían =

Erestor =

Elladan =

Elrohir =

Lindir =

Arwen =

Lords of Gondolin

Glorfindel = Sex with Glorfindel

Ecthelion = Sex with Ecthelion

Penlod =

Rog = Dating Rog

Salgant =

Galdor =

Egalmoth =

Maeglin =

Others

Finwë = Sex with Finwë

Luinheneb

_Names_

Quenya

Ataressë = Luinëhen [Luinë : blue + Hen : eye] >Blue eye

Amilissë = Lindelwen [Lind(a) : beautiful (of sound), sweet, melodious, soft, gentle, light, kind, fair + elwen : heart] >Sweet/soft/gentle heart

Epessë = Lissalassë [Liss(ë) : sweet + Alassë : happiness] >Sweet happiness

Cilmessë = Lindelwen

(Those are translations from his Sindarin names, as he is Sindarin and was not named in Quenya)

***

Sindarin

Ataressë = Luinheneb [Luin : blue + Heneb : eyed] >Blue eyed

Amilissë = Faelhûn [Fael : fair minded, just, generous + Hûn : heart] >Just/generous heart

Epessë = Laichanadh [Laich : sweet + (m)anadh : fortune] >Sweet fortune

Cilmessë = Luinheneb

***

Nicknames = Luin, Luinë

_Family, birth & age_

Family

He is the only son of Urraheren (his father) and Mellan (his mother)

Urraheren means Bad Fortune and Mellan means Dear/Beloved Gift

Birth

He is born on Arda, Doriath, 386 of the First Age

Age

He looks to be 22-23, being ~6700 years of age

_Appearence_

Hair = ginger, extremely long (stops at his calves)

Eyes = deep blue

Height = 6’5 (195,6 cm)

Race/Ethnicity = Sindar

Mouth = Flamingo (FDA4BA)

Skin = Ivory, with freckles on his nose, cheeks and shoulders

Clothes (in Doriath) = colourful tunics, sometimes dresses, opened shirts that show off his shoulders and back

Clothes (in Greenwood) = healer’s tunics, healer clothes, dress every few millenia

Special features/accessories = multiple earrings and rings, nipple piercings and a small tattoo on his shoulder*

* The tattoo is his mother’s favourite flower; Niphredil

_Love Life_

Used to have a crush on = Thranduil

Is in love with/loyal to = Khondōyāl

Children = no biological children. However, he helped raise Legolas and treats him as his son

_Likes, dislikes, fears_

Likes

His mother, his lover, relaxing, wine, complaining, being a healer (his job), having his hair braided, goofing around

Dislikes

Feeling useless, racist remarks, disorder, having a panic attack/being stressed

_Hobbies/Passions_

Reading = in his free time, Luin loves to read, whether it be aloud to someone else or silently to himself. He also likes to read outside when he can, letting the sun caress his skin and listening to the relaxing sounds of birds, trees’ leaves rustling in the wind and distant voices of people talking. He also really likes to read to Khondōyāl from his lap while his lover braids his hair.

Healing = his love for loving came from seeing Melian save people’s lives and he knew at that moment he wanted to do the same thing. This love only grew with time, as it made Luin feel independent and important to society. It also became easier, for he was given Estë’s Mána [Estë’s Blessing] from Mairafinwë; a necklace with healing powers if used correctly

_Fun Fact_

Luin is an extremely good fighter but hates to fight. He is excellent with a sword and is gracious when using one. However, after his first love, who showed him how to use a sword, turned out to be abusive, he let go of his desire to fight. To spite that ellon, Luin only ever used a sword if absolutely necessary after breaking up with his ex. He slowly started to use it again when Khondōyāl assured him that just because it was someone who Luin resented who showed him how to use a sword, it didn’t mean he couldn’t use that knowledge for greater good.

@theladyvanya

Dating Rog (Headcannons)

Rog is a very jovial and carefree elf

He is very affectionate and loves to cuddle, hug, kiss, etc

If you’re okay with it, he loves to show you off to people, in a “look how lucky I am to have my partner, they’re perfect!”

If you’re not okay with it, it’s fine, he’ll just pamper you

He likes to pick you up and just move you around

“Haha, meleth, don’t be angry! You were trying to reach that shelf and weren’t capable of reaching it! I’m only helping you!”

Of course, if you seriously tell him to stop, he’ll respect your wishes

He is very patient and helpful with everything you come to him for help

If you feel sad because people talk bad about you, he’ll listen to you and reassure you, before taking care of the people who made you sad

If you’re anxious about something, he’ll do his best to take your mind off things and help you relax

If you’re angry about something, he’ll listen to you and help you exteriorize that anger

Rog loves to just be around you

He’s perfectly okay to talk to you, ramble on and on about a project if you’re not in the mood to talk

He’s also perfectly fine listening to you talk if you need to vent or just want to ramble about something you’re passionate about

Rog loves to pull pranks on his fellow Lords and friends

If you want to help him, he’s more than happy to execute his plan with you

Running away from an angry Egalmoth, an amused Glorfindel and an exasperated Turgon is always fun

If you’re okay with it, Rog will throw you over his shoulder and run away with you clinging to his shoulders to keep your balance

If you’re someone with a lot of imagination, he’s overjoyed to listen to your ideas and bring them to life

He’ll forge your dream jewelry or weapons and he’ll love every moment of it

“Here you go, darling! I really enjoyed making this piece!”

He’ll ramble on about every aspect of the project, love and joy in his eyes

@Caliawen