Mairablue - Lady Maira

Damage: 0 Confusion: 100

Gone And Lost Again

You had been in love with him since you were children, but now that fate threatens to take him away once more, you find the courage to say the words you never dared to reveal and hope it might spare you from the sorrow.

Requested by Anon

I would like to request a Gwindor x female elf reader story. The reader is Finduilas's younger sister who is in love with Gwindor but never confessed her feelings because her sister loved Gwindor. Until on day when Gwindor finds out.

The ending is upto you.

Thank you ☺️💖

Warnings: mentions of the Nirnaeth Arnoediad, pining, unrequited love, getting captured, mentions of Gelmir's fate, scars, a missing hand, some discrimination toward Gwindor, Turin and his bad luck, some fluff, and a confession.

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You were the youngest daughter of King Orodreth and the younger sister of Princess Finduilas. Timid in nature, but well-liked by your people. You had a good relationship with your father and sister even though things had been difficult since your mother died. Being a princess had its own challenges, which meant studying, knowing certain things about courts and politics, and being expected of things. 

It was not too bad since you were the youngest, so you had more free time than your older sister. You’re usually engrossed in reading, keeping up with the latest news, and worrying about the future.

However, the biggest challenge you could not overcome no matter what were your feelings toward someone.  

Gwindor. He was a kind and handsome elf. He and his brother had been friends with you and your sister since you were children. 

His kind and loving nature pulled you toward him like a moth to a flame, and you could not help but fall hopelessly in love with him. You even imagined yourself marrying him one day and having a family with him. However, that day never came when you grew older and he fell in love with your sister. 

You envied their relationship, especially when later they decided to get engaged. However, you could not bring yourself to hate your sister. You loved them both and since you cared for their happiness, you distanced yourself, wishing the best for their engagement and hiding your broken heart. 

It was not hard for your feelings to go unnoticed by everyone. You were a very silent person, but one did notice and that was your father. He confronted you about it and you told him about your feelings toward Gwindor. He was sharp when it came to you and your sister, so there was no point in trying to hide it from him. 

You felt heartbroken, but you were happy for the pair. Even though you might never be able to love someone else, at least they would be happy with each other. Your father encouraged you to be there, and you did support and comfort them when things got difficult and Gwindor lost his brother in the Sudden Flames.

Then the worst happened: Gwindor decided to join the battle for the north despite your father’s orders not to partake in it. Unable to let go of his brother’s loss, he went anyway, and you wished him a safe return.

However, he never returned and you later heard how the battle came to a devastating loss. Your heart broke for him and you mourned with your sister, believing he had died. It helped break the ice between you and your sister, even though you never told her of your feelings toward Gwindor. 

Many years after the battle, to your joy, Gwindor returned with a human man who called himself Agarwaen. He was scarred, had lost a hand, and his appearance had changed significantly. It would have been difficult to recognize him from his former self, but you still recognized those eyes, which still held kindness.

Joy took over your mind and heart. You even embraced him to see if he was really there. Gwindor was surprised by the gesture but returned it with a soft smile. You nearly cried when you expressed how glad you were to see him again, alive and free from Morgoth’s cruel clutches. 

Gwindor comforted you and then introduced you to his human friend. 

Your soul felt at ease to have him back home. You gladly helped him and his friend settle back in Nargothrond. His friend was odd and quiet, but he showed gratefulness for your kindness. You finally felt like things were going to be better, perhaps the Valars have finally taken pity and granted you joy by returning Gwindor from the darkness. 

However, things between Gwindor and Finduilas were never the same. You saw how she was glad to see him safe and home, but her eyes no longer held the love they once had for him. Instead, her affection was directed toward the human man who had begun to earn fame and recognition among the elves of Nargothrond.

It was not too long when she decided to end their engagement and relationship in total. 

Your heart ached for Gwindor as he seemed saddened yet did not feel anger toward his friend who had Finduilas’s heart. Even after everything and losing so much, he did not feel the slightest ounce of anger or resentment. 

You decided to try to be his comfort, especially when some people mistrusted him for his past as a thrall. You understood that some wounds caused by Angband would take time to heal, but you did not believe Gwindor to be a spy. If Angband had managed to tamper with his gentle heart, he would have been less kind toward everything— but he wasn’t. Angband had not managed to break him. 

Gwindor felt appreciation for you and your support. You two began spending more time with each other, catching up with silly conversations you used to have as children. He shared what had become of his brother, Gelmir, and you felt sorrow at the thought of his sweet brother facing such a cruel end. 

Gwindor had come to terms with his brother’s death during his time in Angband. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of returning to Nargothrond and reuniting with you and your sister.

Your heart felt warm by his conviction, and your feelings for him resurfaced the more time you spent with him. You simply wanted his smile to light up his features once more. 

You felt certain reluctance toward your feelings for him. He had loved Finduilas, and thus would never fall in love again, so what would be the point of confessing your love for him? 

However, you had your answer, when the man he came with turned out to be Turin, and he began to encourage your father and the rest of Nargothrond to go to war with Morgoth. A great bridge was built. Gwindor was against it as he knew the might of Morgoth better than anyone. However, no one would listen. 

You tried to talk to your father about it, having your own doubts about the plan. But he was also convinced of Turin’s plan. 

Then came the day when the forces of Nargothrond were to march to war with Morgoth, led by Turin and your father. And to your fear, Gwindor had also decided to join the battle despite his scars and lack of hand. 

You decided to reveal your feelings now while you still had the chance rather than keep them secret forever and possibly lose Gwindor again to the fangs of war who spared no one who happened to get caught by them. 

“Gwindor, wait!” 

The elf stopped when he heard you and turned to look at you as you approached. His armor gleamed with silver, and a helmet rested beneath his arm. It was a sight all too familiar to you, which only deepened your dread about his chances of returning home.

“Is there any way I could convince you not to go? I’m afraid this plan is too far-fetched and you and father will never return,” you explained as you caught up to him. 

“Turin is confident that we might win, and besides, even if we didn’t go to war, Glaurung would still come this way,” Gwindor answered softly. 

“And we could have been able to stay hidden if that bridge had not been built. It’s standing there like a sore thumb, a dead giveaway to our city,” you stated. 

“I mean no disrespect toward you or your friendship with Turin, but I’m afraid his hatred for Morgoth and thirst for revenge has clouded his judgment. Building the bridge has already left us bare to the world, and what shall we do if you lose this fight and we are left defenseless?” you questioned, sounding nearly desperate and devoid of hope at the thought of being attacked by Morgoth’s armies. 

“That will be left to be seen…” Gwindor said with a tone of hesitation and sorrow. There was no denying it. He was not fully convinced of the plan, and yet he could not stop himself from joining the hopeless fight. 

You thought about your feelings for him. It was no or never. 

“Gwindor, please. Do not go. I already lost you once. I do not think I can bear the pain of losing you again,” you said. 

“You know I can’t just stay behind. It would be neglectful on my part,” Gwindor answered. 

“Then hear out what I have to say, because if this might be the last time we speak, I will never be able to say it again,” you said and he listened. 

“Gwindor. I have loved you since our childhood. And I pushed myself away and never dared to put myself between you and Finduilas. If this might be the last time we talk, then I at least wish to share my feelings toward you once and for all then leave them unsaid,” you revealed, tears nearly prickling out your eyes as your heart was open to him. 

Gwindor looked at you with shock and surprise. 

“I do not expect you to return my feelings. I just wanted to tell them rather than hide them and regret never telling them,” you added, waiting for his reaction. 

“Even If I made foolish decisions and became this…” Gwindor motioned his scars and missing hand. 

“I have never been one to care about looks. You might have lost a hand or been scarred by the dark lord, but you never lost your love and kindness. I can still see in your eyes,” you said as you caressed his face. 

Gwindor leaned into your hand, placing his remaining hand on top of yours.

“To think I was this fool not to notice this..” Gwindor uttered with his eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth of your hand that nearly felt like a gentle candle flame. 

“If I have said something earlier. Would you have perhaps accepted me?” you asked. 

“You stood by me, even when Finduilas lost her affection for me. Perhaps it has always been possible to fall in love for the second time. My answer is yes,” Gwindor answered, and for a moment, you felt your heart be lifted from the sorrow. 

Then the dreaded horn sang, indicating it was time to march. 

You two looked at each other one final time. His eyes held sorrow, yet familiar warmth as he gently took your hand away from him. 

“I must go now… If the Valars will take pity on us. They will allow us to meet again in the future,” Gwindor said and you then watched him leave. 

You did not want to let him go, but you did nothing and watched as he left with your father and his supposed human friend. You wished you could have even the smallest specks of faith or hope that winning was possible. However, fate was unkind as the dragon and his orcish armies were the ones to return. 

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Rereading this after a long time! 😭🤧🥺❤️❤️❤️✨️✨️✨️ Louie baby 🥺💘

Thank you!!! ✨️💞💞💞💞✨️

I saw you wrote a few Tauxolouve fics. So i hope you don't mind me requesting him.

Can you write a Tauxolouve x goddess reader pregnancy fluff?

It's OK if you don't want to.

"Blessing"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: I kept stuff, like the baby's name and gender up to the reader, so I wouldn't limit your relatability to the story.💙🪷 Also, of course I don't mind receiving requests about the same character again and again!😊🌸

Walking around the heavens, many deities gazed upon you in awe and envy, at the blessing you were bestowed with. Your tunic fell softly around your swollen belly and with your hands wrapped around it on your way, you kept it warm and safe.

Reaching the department of wishes, the tiny foot of your unborn baby gave you a kick and you chuckled, caressing your belly with your hand. "You sensed your daddy, didn't you?" Your chest filled with a feeling of love so strong, not even the best of poets could write about it.

Looking down at your hand resting atop of your stomach, you were able to gaze at the two best things in your life simultaneously. Your wedding, symbolized with the golden ring around your fourth finger, which caught the orange light of the sunset that slipped inside through the windows of the hallway and your swollen belly, signaling the birth of your miracle, that was soon approaching.

The door to the department of wishes opened and out came Aigonorus, nodding his head your way upon spotting you. "Good evening."

"Good evening." You smiled and he sighed.

"I don't get it." Aigonorus tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows forming downturns above his half lidded eyes. "You have permission to stay in bed all day long, now that you're pregnant and yet..." He paused and his mouth opened widely, covering his mouth with his hand as he yawned. "And yet you choose to move around?"

You laughed at Aigonorus, who was the groom of honor at your wedding, but the smile you had now couldn't compare to the one you found, when the door opened once more and Tauxolouve's eyes met yours.

"You came over here to pick me up?" He shook his head, clicking his tongue with an exasperated smile on his face. "What am I going to do with you, making me so happy?"

"You could start by teaching her how to take advantage of her privileges." Aigonorus said his last sentence and walked off, leaving you with your husband, the two of you chuckling at him.

Tauxolouve's eyes dropped lower to your pregnant belly and his smile caused kind wrinkles to from at the corners of his eyes. He got on one knee and pressed his lips to your belly. "Hello, little angel." He whispered against your stomach. "You weren't too naughty with your mommy today, were you?" The baby gave the spot where Tauxolouve's hand rested a kick and his eyes widened brightly. "You were? Good."

You laughed at that and smacked his shoulder playfully. Catching your hand in his, before you could pull it away, he brought it to his lips and peppered sweet kisses on your wrist.

He rose to his feet and with a hand wrapped around your waist, you walked down the hallway, side by side. "That's right, I haven't asked you yet," He seemed to remember something. "have you thought about any baby names?"

"Baby names..." You echoed. "We still need to find those, it's the eighth month."

Tauxolouve chuckled and caressed your soft head with his big, warm hand. "We can find one together."

You smiled up at him, the color of your cheeks complimented by your happiness, that made it glow.

With your body heats against each other's, you wandered around the paths of the gardens, until you found yourselves at the fountain of love. He wrapped you up in his arms from behind, since your belly blocked the front for now and rested his chin on the top of your head.

The pink aura of the fountain reflected in both of your eyes and a toothy grin tugged at the corners of Tauxolouve's lips. "I have an idea."

"I'm listening."

A soft kick from within you made you both laugh at the euphoric happiness you experienced.

"They're listening too." Tauxolouve commented. "I just thought of a name, but I don't know if you'd like it or not?"

"Tell me, tell me." You asked, eagerly.

He leaned in and whispered with his sweet voice into your ear, your eyes lighting up at the sound of that name.

"What do you think?"

"I love it." You uttered, genuinely happy, something your baby could feel too and let you know of it's own happiness as well, through its energetic kicking and flailing around inside you.