Headcanon Compilation (icarus-fell-in-spring)

Headcanon Compilation (icarus-fell-in-spring)

Since most of you were worried about the scattering of icarus-fell-in-spring’s Tolkien headcanons after the closing down of the blog, I took the liberty of creating a compilation of the reblogged headcanons, so everything can be easily accessed in one place. Many thanks to @aicatille, @silverhandsworld, @vibratingbones, and other blogs for providing access to the headcanons you all have reblogged over time so I could create this for everyone’s usage.

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Headcanons Masterlist Part 2 (icarus-fell-into-spring)

Finwe

Dating Finwe

Fingolfin

Dating Fingolfin

Protective!Fingolfin

Married life with Fingolfin

Sleeping with Fingolfin

Fingolfin and pregnant!Reader

Sex with Fingolfin

Fingon

Dating Fingon

Fingon Having a Crush on Reader

Fingon Flirting with You

Cuddling with Fingon

Fingon calming you down after a panic attack

Jealous Fingon

Fingon being shorter than you

Fingon with kids

Sex with Fingon

Fingon's Kinks

Turgon

Dating Turgon

Turgon Having a Crush on You

Cuddling with Turgon

Turgon being taller than you

Turgon calming you down after a panic attack

Turgon and pregnant!Reader

Turgon with kids

Sex with Turgon

Aredhel

Dating Aredhel

Aredhel with an Affectionate Reader

Aredhel flirting with you

Combat Training with Aredhel

Dating Aredhel and Being Insecure

Sex with Aredhel

Argon

Dating Argon

Argon and affectionate!Reader

Cuddling with Argon

Sex with Argon

Finarfin

Cuddling Finarfin

Finrod

Dating Finrod

Cuddling Finrod

Finrod admitting his feelings for you

Married Life with Finrod

Mornings with Finrod

Finrod being taller than you

Dating Finrod and Being Insecure

Protective!Finrod

Finrod calming you down after a panic attack

Jealous Finrod

Finrod and pregnant!Reader

Finrod with kids

Teasing Finrod

Sex with Finrod

Orodreth

Dating Orodreth

Sex with Orodreth

Angrod

Dating Angrod

Aegnor

Dating Aegnor

Cuddling with Aegnor

Galadriel

Dating Galadriel

Please note that these are a compilation of reblogged works, not my own.

So beautiful 😍

Snow Art by Simon Beck (2018)

The desperation of Viserra to jump into her brother’s bed always makes me so sad.

I always question where this idea comes from of Targaryen women having so much “power” before the dance comes from.

This girl was praying her brother would who took one sister would surely find another desirable as well and save her from an unwanted marriage.

She wasn’t seeking Baelon to protect her as a brother, or as a friend who would understand her plight.

This wasn’t a Sansa or Arya Stark situation longing for their older brothers Robb or Jon to save and avenge them.

No Viserra went to Baelon’s bed naked hoping he would “desire” her and thus save her from an unwanted marriage.

This incident is framed as 15 year old Viserra attempting to beguile Prince Baelon out of lust for power.

However it ignores that Viserra is SO drunk when she waits in Baelon’s bed that she needs two maids and a knight to help her back to her room when Baelon rejects her.

Targaryen family dynamics are so twisted and deranged!!!!

Elves when you break their heart (for a lack of better title)

AN: Idk why I am writing this but here it is. This author likes the idea of doomed relationships both platonic and romantic :D (Also can we have a funny event so I can feel like writing again? Pretty plsss)

Summary: Angst

Characters: Rog, Celebrimbor, Finrod

🔨Rog🔨:

"Oh my," you wheeze folding into yourself as you catch your breath. The elf a few feet away from you looks paler than snow when you look up to smile at him.

A sheepish grin spreads across your face, trying not to show how a flight of stairs came so close to taking you out. But the poor elf turns green and you consciously wipe your lips noticing the blood on the back of your hand. That explains.

"Lord Rog in?" You point to the long corridor that your beloved promised, which definitely leads to his study and not another secret smithy.

The guard, wide-eyed and terrified, can only manage a jerky nod. You heave yourself upright, gathering your robes with trembling hands and a silent prayer to the Valar that the floor stays horizontal for at least another minute.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath – mostly to mask the metallic tang of blood – you dab at your face with the hem of your sleeve before you thrust your beloved into another fit of mothering you.

Pushing open the door (knocking? What's knocking?), you swing yourself into the study with a flourish that would make a bard proud.

"Hellooo my love," you purr, a wide smile plastered on your face despite the throbbing ache in your side. Rog, engrossed in a book held upside down with a furrowed brow, doesn't even notice you at first. It doesn't take elven sight to spot the worry lines etched deep on his face – a sight that makes your smile falter slightly. Hiding an internal sigh, you flop down next to him with a dramatic thud.

"I am not dead yet, dear," you announce, watching him stiffen at the word 'dead.' "Perhaps spare such interesting books for when you are not able to access my excellent presence." You take the tome from his hands and with a playful flick of your wrist, send it soaring across the room to land with a soft thud on a plush armchair.

A frown of complaint settles on Rog's forehead. You can already see the familiar lecture brewing – the one about slowing down and taking care of yourself. An argument you smother with a quick peck on his lips, effectively silencing him before he can utter a single word of protest.

You are, after all, a master in leaving things unfinished. And witnessing his grief and worries was a business you plan to leave unfinished for your given time.

🩶Celebrimbor🩶: (platonic)

"You are the reason for my kin's doom!" You point an accusing finger at him. "You and your larger-than-life creations." Your voice is hoarse from hours of sobbing.

Tyelpe stood frozen, his heart a drum against his ribs. His once glimmering form felt like a dying star. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring the image of the furious spirit before him.

You lurched forward, grasping his shoulders. Your touch, faint as a sigh, startled him from his paralysis. "Why?!" The raw whisper seemed to crack the very foundation of the Halls.

"Why!! Why did you have to make those rings? Why give it to my kin? Even in death, I cannot see the face of my father. My father who killed his own kingdom." The Halls of Mandos shake with the tremors of your little voice.

You, who had never met him in your lifetime, bore hatred greater than any other.

Nothing mattered. Sauron's evil, your father's own greed, none enraged you more than the elf who you made you into a resentful mess.

Tyelpe didn't flinch. His gaze met yours, a well of ancient sorrow mirroring your own. He didn't resist when the Maiar of Mandos materialized, summoned by the sheer force of your grief. He let's himself be pulled away from your grasp.

Then, a tremor ran through him, a ripple of recognition. He looked at you, truly saw you for the first time. Not just a furious spirit, but a child – a child robbed of a life you never got to live. And him being the cause of it.

He sank to his knees, his head bowed so low it nearly touched the ground. "Forgive me," he rasped, the words echoing through the halls. But this time, the plea wasn't just for himself. It was for you.

Even eternities were not enough to lift the burden of some crimes.

✨Finrod✨:

"Love?" you scoffed, a harsh sound that echoed through the cavernous hall. You met Finrod's gaze, your eyes devoid of the warmth that used to reside there. "This isn't love, Your Majesty. It's vengeance."

You leaned closer, the frosty air swirling around you like a cloak. Each word was a shard of ice, piercing the illusions you'd so meticulously constructed. "I never loved you, Finrod. Not truly."

His face drained of color, the realization dawning like a cruel sunrise. A tremor ran through his hand, the one that used to reach for yours so instinctively.

"Months," you continued, a cruel smile twisting your lips. "Months of a meticulously crafted lie, a performance more elaborate than any staged in these halls."

A flicker of pain crossed his features, a flicker that ignited a cold satisfaction within you. You had achieved your goal. Finrod Felagund, the mighty Elf-lord, brought low by the love of an Edain – the very race he deemed inferior.

"Look at yourself, Finrod," you whispered, the words dripping with venom. "Consumed by a mere illusion. A phantom who offered you a love that never existed."

Finrod opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, your fingers tightening around his chin. "You are in love with a mirage," you declared, your voice a low hiss. "A person who never truly lived. This," you gestured to yourself, the playful warmth you once wore now replaced by a chilling emptiness, "is who I am."

You lean tantalizingly close to his lips. And Finrod as if forced by habit leaned in expectantly. For a moment, Finrod's eyes searched yours, desperate to find a flicker of the woman he thought he knew – the woman who shared laughter and dreams with him.

But there was nothing. Only a cold, calculating stranger.

"Consider this Andreth's debt, finally repaid," you said, pulling away with finality. You turned and walked away, leaving Finrod alone in the vastness of his halls, his heart shattered

And remained shattered accompanied by his body that lay broken in the unlit cells of Tol-in-Gaurhoth.

In my ‘Lannisters are a symbol of destruction for Targaryens because they’re a force they ignore until it blows on their faces’ era. Most of the times something goes bad for Targs, Lannisters are at fault, usually because they were spited first. No Lannisters at court?Rhaena mistrusting (with reason) of them? Damn, Maegor kills Aegon and she ends up a black bride. Westerlands issues being left unaddressed at Viserys court? Rhaenyra rudely rejecting Jason? There goes the biggest ally for the Green Party and the eventual death of dragons. Aerys dissing Tywin and Cersei? Keeping Jaime a prisioner? Enjoy a sword to your back and the end of your dynasty. Dany killing Cersei and Jaime and still keeping Tyrion by her side? Bam, duty is the death of love.

The Targaryens made a point of keeping them at arms length (probably because a valyrian prophecy about Casterly Rock and the end of their civilization) but somehow they’re always involved when shit goes down for the dragons. Even a dynasty so twisted and focused of glory stays away from the lion’s den. Even a civilization so greedy they worked slaves to death in hellfire mines knew not to mess with the descendants of Lann the clever. In the end, the gold of Casterly Rock really destroyed them.