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Maedhros with a twincest fetish, and there are so few opportunities to indulge it.
He has a centuries long affair with the Ambarussa. He was less into it after Amrod died though, and then after Angband Maedhros broke it off. Maedhros and Amras still fuck every decade or so, but more to scratch an itch than out of passion. (Amras suggested once they fuck in front of a mirror, but both of them cried too hard to finish.)
Maedhros meets and seduces mannish twins once. But one of them marries a woman after only a few years, and does not wish to break his marriage oath, and Maedhros respects that.
This is not the main reason he tried to rescue Elured and Elurin. But he does think it's an extra tragedy, that there are no elven twins left in the world. (He fantasized after he heard reports of their birth, long before he ever saw Doriath. Of coming to the kingdom in twenty years and seeing two men as beautiful as Luthien. Of them greeting him as a welcome ally, or on sufferance, or as a near prisoner. Of joyous union as equals, or a marriage alliance so they can keep the Silmaril both in Doriath and with Feanor's kin, or of demands that Maedhros atone for the sins of his house with his body.) Maedhros mostly stops imagining luscious what-ifs afterwards.
Maedhros and Maglor find Elwing's sons. Twins. He does not concern himself much with their raising.
But when Elrond and Elros come of age, he devotes all his charm to bringing them to his bed.
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This is a sequel to this fic set in the late first age, which is itself a spinoff of this on my main. But Fingon doesn't have that context, and I don't think it's necessary for a reader either.
Fingon wasn't sure why Elrond had requested to meet with him privately. The best case - news about Maedhros - was nearly impossible. But only nearly; Elrond had arrived with Maglor, and apparently had kept his presence secret from most of the continent until sailing. If Maedhros was still alive somewhere in Middle Earth, Elrond would be the one to know. Fingon thought he would feel it though, if Maedhros was alive and merely across the Sea - he had known that Maedhros was alive the whole march across the Grinding Ice, after all.
Other reasons Elrond might want to talk to Fingon were less compelling. If the loremaster had a question about Fingon's reign, or the great healer wanted to know how exactly an amputation on eagle back worked, Fingon had already gone over the answers a dozen times. He would be polite though, for Idril's grandson, and wait for Elrond to ask rather than refuse the meeting outright.
Besides - Fingon had won doing the nearly impossible once before. (And died attempting it again, in open battle against Morgoth's whole army.)
Elrond and Fingon exchanged pleasantries while servants dropped off some cordial and a cheese plate. Once the servants left, Elrond latched the door, so no one in the palace would disturb them.
"What do you have to say that's so private then? It can't be about my time in Beleriand; you're too young for that."
"You're right, it's about my years in Beleriand. Is it true Maedhros has not been reborn, even though all his brothers have?"
"Yes, you could ask anyone in Tirion and they'd give the same answer and their own theory."
"All of which are wrong, because I think I did it."
"What? How, did you place some curse on him?"
"No! But I think I know which law he broke, that the Valar will not return him."
"Which one?" The Valar had not prohibited the return of others who killed or even tortured children; Fingon had seen both Celegorm's old friends and former thralls of Angband around the city.
"First, were you and Maedhros married?"
"How is that any of your business when you're the reason he's dead?"
"Because I'd rather not break his privacy, but his husband deserves to know all I can guess of Maedhros's heart."
Fingon didn't know what people though of him and Maedhros lately. His father had likely guessed years ago in Barad Ethel, and his mother five centuries after Fingon's rebirth where he was still refusing all attempts at courtship. But Maedhros and Fingon had agreed to keep it secret, and had not had the chance to speak over if that still applied.
After a few moments, Elrond said, "I know he was married to someone, and widowed before the Third Kinslaying."
Fingon sighed. "Please do not tell anyone else, but yes. Maedhros and I were married."
Elrond nodded. "I will keep your secret. To start, I should say that some historian copied my birth date wrong. Elros and I were sixteen when Maedhros and Maglor attacked Sirion, not six."
"Still children, you didn't deserve what they did to your home."
"We didn't, but we were Men of sixteen years rather than elves. Grown enough to fight, and to kill Feanorian soldiers, and be taken captive against the real chance we would lead an army in vengeance."
"Fine, I've seen Men about that age. Young and coltish and stupid, but not much different than an elf at fifty." Fingon at fifty had ignored consequences to the point of flirting with a cousin nearly twice his age.
"About a year after they attacked Sirion, Maedhros came down to the dungeons. I didn't learn this until much later, talking to Maglor, but Maedhros at times had days or weeks where he couldn't sleep unaided. When you were alive, he relaxed safe in your arms after sex. After, Maglor was able to enchant him enough to fall asleep, or after a month Maedhros would just pass out where he stood."
Fingon nodded. Maedhros had tried to hide the issue, but it had indeed there had been many times Fingon would visit Himring and the steward would be openly relieved.
"You were dead, and Maglor had a sore throat, and Maedhros had an attack on an orc camp planned for the next morning. So he invited me to his bed, and I accepted."
"A sixteen year old child, you were that tempting to him?"
"Maybe; I do have some the family look. But I think he just wanted someone he wouldn't have to look in the eye later. I wanted at least a few hours out that cell, though I gave my word not to attack him or try to escape. He looked like he enjoyed it, and he slept afterwards."
"Do you think the Valar care specifically about not fucking prisoners, or about you being an adult by the standard of Men but not Elves when Maedhros gave in to you?"
"Probably not, but I want to be clear that I have no romantic desire for him, and no wish to take him from you." Elrond rolled his shoulders, then resumed his story, poised as if expecting a blow. "I didn't have much practice in keeping my mind closed during high emotion, whether battle or grief or pleasure, but it didn't matter as he was nothing but a fortress wall for the windstorm of my thoughts to hit. Maedhros kept his mind completely closed whenever he wanted sex, which happened a few more times. Perhaps twice a year for the next ten, Maedhros would offer a night in a soft bed, and I usually accepted."
"What did he do when you refused?" Fingon couldn't think of anything else to say, not around the jealousy and the anger. How dare Elrond know Maedhros's touch, how dare Maedhros give his affection to any beyond Fingon. They were married, did that mean nothing once Fingon was out of sight? If Maedhros had been reborn first, would he have found a new lover every year until he ran through the willing in Tirion?
"Nothing, just walked away. But one night, as I reached out in pleasure, I felt Maedhros reaching back. Not for long, or in words, but the hope for connection above a yawning gulf of despair. I held on, and for a moment I felt his mind in every detail; a life far too long to be read in an instant but with the grief of a lost partner and the anger at both of us for a poor imitation, hatred of Morgoth for killing so many he loved and of the loved ones for dying, fear of failing his family only outweighed by fear of imprisonment. It was far more intimate than anywhere he had touched on my body or I on his, and I realized I had been just as lonely as he was. Then the fortress walls of his mind built up in moments, and I felt his hand around my throat."
"What? That sounds like a bond, but was it just lack of air?"
"I wondered that as well, but I don't think I would have imagined his mind like that, certainly not with him strangling me. I kicked and screamed, and was able to mostly fight Maedhros off for a minute as he tried to kill me. Maglor burst in the door, and there were guards not far behind to drag me back to the cell. Maglor thought I'd finally attacked Maedhros, in revenge for my city or how he used me, and neither Maedhros or I explained much detail. In spring when the roads were thawed enough to travel, Elros and I were sent away to the army of the Valar."
"Why in Arda would Maedhros do that?"
"Because he noticed the bond as well, and hoped the distance would lessen it. I suppose he could have just killed me in the cell, but the attack on Sirion had shown that even Feanorian soldiers have their breaking point of horrors they will support, and it differs for everyone. "
"Did he say that?"
"No, but it fits. And it was a real bond of some sort, I felt when he died, even though it was hours after he and Maglor had attacked the camp."
"So, besides telling me that you slept with my husband, what is the point of this conversation?"
"I think Maedhros is still dead because of the marriage bond, weak and accidental as it was. The Valar have decreed that no one can have two living spouses, and here sit both you and I. Unless the Valar overturn the Statute of Finwe and Miriel, or rule that it doesn't apply, I don't think he'll be reborn."
Fingon saw the path forward just as clearly as he ever had. Across a crowded ballroom or a dark pier, he always knew how to get back to Maedhros. "Not as long as you're alive."
"Or as long as you are; if you care about him living for his own sake not just yours."
"I've never been that selfless, or that honorable when he's involved. But given you caused the harm it seems fair enough. "
"I have my own wife to stay alive for, and as Luthien's line I doubt I'll stay dead for long."
"It might be long enough; and once Maedhros is back you can argue with the Doomsman as much as you wish."
"We are in the middle of the palace, and half the royal family knows we're talking. Everyone will know that you killed me, and you'll be sentenced."
"Perhaps, but not executed; the king rather likes me after all. And Maedhros could visit me in a cell much better than I can visit him in death."
"Look, I came here because despite everything, I don't hate Maedhros; it was rather hard to after I saw him so clearly that night. I'm willing to work to get him alive, but I'm not willing to die for him."
"And what else do you think would work?"
"Annulment. Get the marriage declared invalid and dissolved."
"Can the Valar even do that? I can think of plenty of people who would wish to remarry if it were that easy."
"Maybe not, but it might be easier with a bond that hasn't been reinforced by years of use before turning sour, and the fact that we both want it gone. If not, I would think that a bond that we both keep closed would put little strain on either of our spirits."
"So you're saying there's no precedent, and you want me to skip the certain solution in favor of you having a long debate with the Valar."
"It might be better if you lead the debate actually, so I don't appear invested in Maedhros's life like a loving spouse. And there is precedent, just not in Valinor."
"I doubt Numenor is going to be persuasive, given the Valar's decisive opinion on them."
"The precedent both predates and outlasted Nuemnor. The Haladim, and the Dunedain, believed that if a marriage was entered into by deceit, and the deceit was discovered quickly, the two could be unwed, and even be considered virgins still. This was for matters such as one knowing they could never bear or sire children, or being close blood, or having killed their fiance's close family. The last seems like it would do."
"Except that you knew very will my husband had killed your grandparents when he first fucked you."
"And I wouldn't have fucked him if I thought we would end up wed - it's supposed to require invoking the Name and swearing to love one another for elves, isn't it?"
"It does, though most people don't tempt fate by having years long affairs where they share their minds and bodies together."
"I think we can make a very good argument that Maedhros wished the marriage dissolved as soon as it was complete, as sending me beyond the world with other dead Men would surely prevent a reunion. And you're only the second person I've mentioned the marriage to, as I never considered him my spouse."
"Who else?"
"Celebrian, who is at the moment out hiking with her mother and grandfather. If I die, she'll tell them it was likely to hide my marriage to Maedhros."
"And what did she think of you being already wed?"
"That as long as I never sought to actually act like Maedhros's spouse, it was purely a matter for the past. And that it at least proved I was elven enough to have a marriage bond in the first place."
"I'd almost forgotten - so all those precedent involve Men without real bonded marriages, just words."
"The marriages of Men are real enough to stop wars, or cause them."
"So are a lot of things, it doesn't mean the Valar take them seriously."
"Look, I just wanted to tell you why Maedhros is dead because it can help to know that someone isn't staying away from their own will; the Valar's prohibition on Earendil traveling to Middle Earth was terrible but at least reassured Elros and I that we weren't forgotten. I don't think we need anything else from this meeting ." Elrond stood up and walked towards the door.
Fingon quickly got up and blocked Elrond's path. "I still think there's a lot for us to discuss." How many times exactly has Elrond helped Maedhros break his marriage vows? What was Elrond so obviously dancing around in his speech - did he simply think Fingon would be offended by the implication Maedhros was a rapist?
Fingon knew full well his husband could be callous to those beyond close kin, seeing them only as tools for his cause. Fingon would not forgive Maedhros any more easily for finding an eager to sleep with outside their marriage than for threatening a prisoner into his bed or ordering a soldier there; the problem was that the bed ought to have none beside Fingon and Maedhros more than how they got there. Besides, Fingon was forgiving Maedhros for so much slaughter and death, it didn't seem Elrond had been harmed any worse than Dior or countless other innocents.
"You can write to me if you come up with anything else." Elrond stopped before running into Fingon, but didn't look him in the face.
"Or you could stay, and answer them now." And Fingon could figure out if his eating knife was enough if the peredhel fought back, or what else in the room he could use. One of Turgon's old trainings shields hung above the mantel, with a wicked central spike.
"I won't take any more of your time."
"I insist." Just one more death, trivial next to the Dagir Aglareb and the Nirnaeth and Alqualonde and the Helcaraxe, and Maedhros would be reunited with him at last.
Elrond sighed, and turned from the door, shoulders slumped.
Then Elrond sang, sweet and calming in tune but loud enough that Fingon reached one hand up to cover his ears. The other he reached down to his boot, reaching for his knife.
Even as Fingon's hand grasped the hilt though, he knew it was too late. He was too exhausted to stand fully, his knife wouldn't reach Elrond's throat in time to stop the song. He cut low instead, aiming at Elrond's femoral arter. Fingon missed though, the blade sticking in Elrond's outer thigh instead, and Fingon lost hold as he fell to the floor.
Fingon saw Elrond's boots retreat from his view, and then only darkness.
For the @tolkiengenweek day 2 prompts friendship and animals -- art for Romantic Beach Evening by @fuckingfinwions! Cirdan feels a bit underdressed for his date with Ulmo, but luckily he has his friend Crablor to helpfully suggest the sartorial possibilities a piece of kelp. (Putting the pic under a cut in case tumblr is weird about a silly cartoon-style drawing involving non-graphic nudity.)
This is so cute! I love how Cirdan is already ankle deep in water as he waits for Ulmo, and Crablor is so clearly communicative holding up the kelp. Also Cirdan's braids are really nice 👍
AU where the peredhel twins are captured as teens, see this on my main for the non-rapey version
The one benefit of being in a dungeon was that Elrond and Elros could hear people coming, footsteps echoing through the stone corridor before anyone could see them, and giving them time to move away from the bars Elros had been pushing against to exercise. Not that anyone had tried to hurt them through the bars yet, but they'd rather not risk it.
Especially not when Maedhros Feanorian himself turned the corner. He had barely spoken the twins, leaving the initial negotiations over what Men needed in captivity to his brother. He sometimes glared at them when they were allowed in the courtyard for fresh air, even though Elros and Elrond had their hands bound and were tied on a lunge line like a horse for that. What danger he thought they would do, Elrond had no idea. Overall, Elrond had spoken more to Maedhros in the days of their travel from Sirion than in the year since.
Maedhros looked at the twins in their cell for a few moments without speaking. Elrond kept silent, not wanting to provoke their captor; Elros was silent as well, likely thinking of the tactical concerns of speaking in such an unknown situation.
"If you'd like to sleep in a more comfortable bed," Maedhros said abruptly, "one of you could share mine tonight."
"What?" Elrond didn't love alternating nights between a bedroll on the floor and a straw mattress, but it was not a high priority. Especially not worth the lord of the castle propositioning him!
"I would prefer company tonight, and you are both very beautiful. It doesn't matter which one to me."
Elros said, "And what, you're too ugly to get anyone to fuck you without imprisoning them?" Elrond really wished his twin had more tact, but at least there were iron bars in the way of Maedhros immediately retaliating.
"I will come by again this evening; the guards will bring some extra soap and water buckets so you can wash thoroughly."
Elrond said, "What if we don't want to?"
"If you don't wash up I won't have you in my bed, and there's no point in letting you out of the cell."
"No, I mean..."
"If you don't want to join me, you will stay where you are. Neither answer have an effect on your treatment past tomorrow morning; you have my word."
With that Maedhros walked away down the hall. It seemed he was deliberately giving Elrond and Elros time to discuss his offer, rather than dragging them out of the cell kicking and screaming. Likely just so they wouldn't hit him somewhere sensitive, but Elrond would be a fool to not use the opportunity.
Elros said, "Well, I suppose we have a reason they've kept us alive, but I wish it was something else. We're not thralls given as tribute to keep a warlord at bay for another harvest."
"I doubt that's the only reason; he could have asked months ago and gotten just as cold a reception, or for that matter not asked and taken what he wanted when we were first captured."
"If he tries to take us, we can make it hurt. And they all know we're warriors."
"Sure, but if they were keeping us as bedwarmers, we'd be in the alleged fancy beds far more."
"I suppose. A longer wash will be nice at least, and he didn't rise to my argument earlier so will probably just act bored when we refuse."
"They have all been good on their word of not harming us unnecessarily, even though I think they don't believe Men really need food so often."
"Not harming us except for a threat to be fucked by a half-orc."
"He's hardly threatening it, he didn't even say we'd get less time to exercise or lose the blankets if we don't go."
"You mean when we don't go, you can't seriously be considering it."
"So what if I am?"
"He's a kinslayer, and and destroyed Sirion!"
"I know that just as well as you do!"
"So why do you want to fuck him, are you that desperate to get away from me?"
"I don't want to fuck him, but I might. I'm considering it."
"Why?!"
"We've been here a year and we've only seen the yard, this cell, and the stairs from one to another."
"You can't seriously be that desperate for a change of scenery."
"No, but knowing something about where he sleeps, or where the guards are or the kitchens might be useful."
"And what, you're willing to use your body to get information that we can't even act on?"
"What else do we have to use here? None of them talk to us enough for us to outwit them, or come close enough to fight. Besides, they say Luthien danced for Morgoth; that was using her beauty."
"She might have danced for Morgoth, but she didn't let him touch her."
"Well, I'm not asking you to go."
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Maedhros brought Elrond up from the cell himself, not sending a servant with the errand.
Maedhros stopped only once on the way to his room, already several floors higher in the castle than Elrond had ever been. Elrond peered out the windows to get a lay of the land, as well as counting turns and doorways to get back. He barely noticed the ornate decorations, with tapestries along the walls and the stone behind that painted.
The door Maedhros stopped at was carved with musical notes in relief, a though the notation was odd enough that Elrond wasn't able to recognize the tune before the door swung open.
"So you're really doing it," Maglor said quietly. "And here I thought you were still in love-"
"Don't lecture me, it's bad for your throat. Here's the key, I'll be back for it in the morning."
"Yes, yes, I remember the plan. Go ahead and prove all the worst rumors about us right."
"Hardly the worst rumors, he'll survive and might even enjoy it."
"That's more than I needed to know," Maglor said and shut the door in Maedhros's face.
Maedhros moved on, and Elrond followed. He had to, with his hands bound in front of him and Maedhros holding the other end of the rope.
Maedhros's room was apparently just a few doors away.
It was less grand than Elrond had expected. A four poster bed with the curtains drawn back, a few chairs in front of a fireplace, along with a small table, a set of shelves, and a dresser with a portrait on top that was turned to face the wall. Maedhros latched the door behind Elrond.
"Now tonight will go more smoothly if your hands are free," Maedhros said, "But I don't want you to do anything foolish. You've seen that Maglor has the key, so you can't sneak it off my body and go rescue your brother to hide in the orc-infested woods. If I die in the night, I gave orders to kill Elros and feed the body to the dogs."
"What - but Elros is the one in the cell, I'm Elrond!"
"I know, and you might be foolish enough to risk your own life, but not your brother's. And if you get any smart ideas about holding me hostage, let me remind you that I have out-fought you before, and that Maglor has left me prisoner to a far crueler fate."
"This seems like a lot to go through just to fuck me."
Maedhros shrugged. "Will you cooperate if I untie you, and not try to escape or attack me?"
Elrond thought for a moment. His plan tonight was just to scout, and he would likely have other chances to escape, especially if Maedhros was pleased. Elrond didn't know how to make Maedhros ask for this again, but Maedhros had said untying his hands would help. "Yes, I'll cooperate for tonight if you untie me. All the way until I'm back in the cell in the morning even."
"Good". Maedhros reached forward and pulled one part of the rope around Elrond's arms, freeing him as the rope fell away. "No, if you could get two glasses from the shelves, we can share the wine."
Elrond did so, straining as he tried and failed to get a glimpse of the picture. Whoever Maedhros didn't want to look at, they were not here now, and Elrond supposed he wouldn't have recognized them anyway.
Elrond put the glasses on the table.
Maedhros had a bottle of wine that may have already been started, judging by the cork sticking out. Or perhaps that was just how he directed all his wine be served, Elrond thought, as Maedhros pulled the cork out with his teeth and spit it onto the floor carelessly.
Maedhros poured for both of them, and took a long drink before Elrond could figure out how to guess if it was poison, neatly solving that.
Maedhros began stripping, seeming not self conscious at all about Elrond's presence. It made sense if they were going to fuck, they would have to get naked first. But still Elrond felt awkward staring, and busied himself instead with sips of his drink and gazing into the fire.
"Take off your outer robe already, I want to see the shape of you."
Elrond looked over, and saw Maedhros was now wearing only an undershirt, long enough to reach partway down his thighs and technically cover his crotch, but somehow far more scandalous than Elrond had seen when people stripped for swimming.
Elrond couldn't imagine being so casual around another person while in such a state.
Elrond obeyed, though. His clothes were more in the Sindarin style of a short tunic over leggings, and he worried that Maedhros would require those removed, but it seemed not yet.
"Have you drunk much wine before, in Sirion?"
"Not much, the grapes don't grow well in the soil there."
"Hmm. Then I won't extol the vintage to you, as you have little to compare the flavor to. Just sit and drink."
Elrond did, wondering but not daring to ask when Maedhros would insist on touching him.
"You're tense as a bowstring."
"This isn't a very relaxing circumstance."
"It will just hurt more if you can't relax."
"What - I'm not trying to get away, you don't have to threaten me, I'm sitting right here in the chair." Elrond had no idea what he had done to make Maedhros think he wasn't cooperating, or what the warrior would do to make him obey.
Maedhros sighed. "I'm not threatening you, it's just how male bodies work. If you can't relax, your body tries to push out intrusion. Finish the glass of wine."
Elrond did so, silently.
"Pour another glass and come over here."
Maedhros had only drunk half of his own glass, but Elrond poured another for him anyway. Maybe Maedhros had placed the poison at the bottom of the cup; or maybe he expected to be too drunk to reach the bottle soon.
Maedhros accepted the glass Elrond gave him, and set it on the side table. Then he tripped Elrond, so the half-elf stumbled and fell against Maedhros's chair. When Elrond moved to get up, Maedhros instead pulled him close.
"Sit with me for the next glass," Maedhros's breath stirred Elrond's hair, so close they were.
Elrond nodded, and Maedhros's grip relaxed enough for Elrond to find a more comfortable position. Or at least one where he was unlikely to spill wine over the both of them; Elrond wouldn't consider sitting in Maedhros's lap comfortable.
Especially not when Maedhros was running his fingers along Elrond's side, tracing his ribs and then slowly working to Elrond's front. Maedhros stopped for a moment to reach for his own wineglass, and Elrond let out a breath before he felt an odd touch against his inner thigh. Elrond nearly jumped up in surprise, and when he looked down he saw that Maedhros was touching the sensitive spot with the end of his right arm, the stump pressing broadly unlike the delicate touch of fingers.
"Drink your wine."
Elrond took a sip, then stopped. He could probably get so drunk he didn't remember what was about to happen. That would be less car, in a way, to not know exactly what it was like for someone so much bigger to overpower him and violate his body.
But Elrond had come here with the intent of gathering information. If he was too hungover in the morning to recall which windows faced the eastern sunrise, that would be a loss. So too would missing anything Maedhros said in the throes of passion, and or the chance to look around the room while Maedhros slept. And he wasn't enthused about losing his composure and what little chance he had to direct how the evening went; if he was sober he could perhaps move his own body in ways that avoided injury - whatever that meant in sex.
If Elrond had wanted to not recall anything of this night, he should have just stayed down in the dungeons.
Elrond put the glass down.
"I said to drink."
"I'd rather not get completely drunk." Elrond paused, and thought of a reason that he could tell his captor. "It would be embarrassing not to even recall my first time."
"Oh, it's practically traditional in some towns," Maedhros said. "And you don't seem to be relaxing without the wine."
"I can relax." Elrond focused on his shoulders, that were nearly up at his ears, and slowly brought them back down. Though if Maedhros didn't want his lover to show fear, perhaps he should have found one somewhere besides the dungeon.
"Then take off your clothes."
"What?"
"You're going to need to before we fuck, and I don't want to wait forever for you to be comfortable naked. Best to start now."
"Okay." Elrond started to stand, but Maedhros's hand was now on chest. "Um, can you let me get up to undress?"
"I could, but I won't. It's nice to have a pretty man squirming in my lap."
Elrond wasn't sure if that even counted as innuendo, but he blushed all the same. He leaned forward enough to take off his tunic without elbowing Maedhros in the face; that would make the night go poorly even if it was deserved. Maedhros began toying with Elrond's nipples, pulling on them lightly in turns.
His leggings required more acrobatics; Elrond arched his hips to pull them down past his ass. As he sat back down in Maedhros's lap, he felt Maedhros's cock fill. Elrond swallowed, and leaned forward to push his leggings down past his knees. He had to twist and turn a bit to get them all the way off, and could feel Maedhros's response under his thighs.
Elrond lent back, and felt the linen of Maedhros's shirt against his bare back, only a single thin layer between their bodies. He shivered, and hoped it could be excused as cold.
Maedhros spent a few move minutes touching Elrond in the chair, fingers trailing over bare skin, placing love bites along Elrond's shoulders. Elrond had little idea what to do in turn, and merely sat and let it happen - if Maedhros had been a partner he actually desired, Elrond could have turned around and touched in turn, but had no wish to prolong this or to feel the exact lines of Maedhros's scars.
When Maedhros reached down and stroked Elrond's cock, Elrond bit his lip to avoid saying anything. Maedhros abandoned the effort after a few seconds though, and Elrond sighed in relief.
Soon though, Maedhros let go of Elrond. "This is fun, but I'd rather be on the bed for the main event."
Elrond took that as the order it was clearly intended. Maedhros followed, casually stripping off his shirt. Elrond briefly looked at the scars, but his attention was caught by Maedhros's cock. It didn't seem like it would fit inside him - but Elrond let out a deep breath. It would hurt more if he was tense. Elrond instead looked at the bed curtains, far less frightening, and wondered if the pattern was significant or merely a pleasant scene. Elrond nearly missed Maedhros picking up a bottle from the nightstand, the vessel made with a large loop so Maedhros could hold it with his right arm. It had a slightly yellow liquid, obviously some sort of oil, which irrationally annoyed Elrond after he had just gotten a chance to bathe properly.
Maedhros climbed onto the bed, and Elrond lay back.
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Maedhros closed his eyes against the morning sunrise and pretended to be asleep. Perhaps he ought to be excited, as the healers had said yesterday that his body was finally healed enough for solid food. Goodness knew Fingon was excited on his behalf, and had peppered Maedhros with questions about what he wanted for his first real meal last night until it was all Maedhros could do not to throw the mug of broth at his face.
It wouldn't have succeeded anyway, Maedhros was too weak. All he would have done is upset his friend and savior, and mess up the bedspread.
Eventually though, one of the healers came in.
"Prince Maedhros, it's time to wake up."
"What is it?"
"You just need a bit more medicine before you can have breakfast."
"Fine. Hand me the cup with your latest concoction."
"Let's get you over by the bath first, in case of any spills."
Maedhros grumbled, "I haven't spilled my drink in days, or choked on m own spit." But he sat up, and leaned on the healer for the short walk across the room to a wooden tub. It was empty now, but perhaps he could get a bath afterwards. His back was sore again, from laying in one pose all day.
"Now, roll over to your belly please."
"I won't be able to drink well like that."
"Unfortunately this one isn't to be drunk, your highness."
Maedhros looked at the large bottle on the table, and the narrow glass funnel nest to it. He had assumed it was merely left over from preparing the medicine. "What exactly is it for then?"
"Before your body is well enough to eat solid foods, we must assess your health, that it won't be too taxing. You've said it was years since you last had adequate food."
"Yes, I've heard this before. That's why you only let me drink plain water for the first day."
"Your guts are unaccustomed to having anything in them. Before you ask your body to actually deal with food, we need to clean out your body."
"No. Just give me solid food, and if I vomit so be it."
"Your highness, please be reasonable."
"I'm not laying on my belly while you pour something in my ass, exposed to the whole room."
The day after loss of virginity in the harem verse
Fingon/Turgon
It was late afternoon, and Turgon had only left his room briefly to get lunch. He had said he was going back to sleep, after spending several hours the subject of Feanor's undivided attention for the first time.
Nolofinwe had checked Turgon over when he returned to their rooms a few hours before dawn, despite Turgon's protest of being too exhausted. At breakfast, Nolofinwe had shared that Turgon was well enough, only a bit sore from the unaccustomed activities. Celegorm had made a crack about how Turgon should get accustomed soon, as if he had done anything more active than order Fingon to ride him the day after his first time. (Feanor was not there to be annoyed at doubt in his skills - though Nolofinwe was only in doubt of Feanor's inclination to avoid harm, not ability. Feanor was instead in the forge, likely not having slept at all as Turgon had seen him put on an apron and chaps even as he dismissed the younger elf.)
Thinking back did give Fingon an idea though. And surely at this point, Turgon would be awake. Fingon made sure that his hair was still gorgeous after his own morning activities with Maedhros and Carnistir, and changed from the more covering robes he wore in the courtyard to a light tunic.
Nolofinwe saw him slip out of his bedroom and said, "Meeting up with one in particular?"
"I'm going to check on Turgon."
"He wanted to sleep in, and does need his rest after that night."
"Sure, some rest is good. But you now how he gets in his own head, it might be better to distract him."
"Fingon, I think today might be too soon for him to appreciate distractions."
"I'm not an idiot Mom, I'm not going to just walk up and fondle his cock. But as pleasurable in the moment as Feanor can be, Turgon doesn't like to go with the flow of other people's ideas. A chance to show him that he can make his own decisions about sex might be relaxing for him."
"Maybe, but you understand that just because he's younger doesn't mean you have command over him."
"Of course not! I know I'm not a prince."
"So if he tells you to leave, you'll leave."
"I think it would be good for him though, he'll understand if I persuade him."
"Even sticking to methods of persuasion that were allowed yesterday?"
"Yes, as long as overhearing this conversation doesn't panic him."
"He's still going to be upset now, he saw how you suddenly had more demands on your time, and that was just three of them. But if you have any reassurance to share, go ahead."
___
Fingon was glad when he walked in and saw Turgon gluing together toothpicks for his latest architectural model. It was better than just moping and staring at the wall dwelling on last night, and hopefully meant Turgon was actually relaxed.
Fingon didn't see a need to beat around the bush. They exchanged hellos, and Fingon said, "So, I have a free afternoon and you're allowed to have sex now, what do you want?"
"Do you really think I want more sex after a night of having my body so thoroughly used for pleasure?"
"Surely you can think of something you liked, or something that you think it would be nice to be on the other end of. I personally have practice at both ends." Fingon waggled his eyebrows.
"That pun doesn't even work."
"Maybe not, but I can assure you my tongue does. Come on, there must have been at least one moment that felt good enough to repeat."
Turgon blushed, but admitted, "It wasn't a moment as much as a comment, but I couldn't ask it of you."
"Why not? I'm offering."
"It's gross."
"I'm sure I've done worse."
"I don't want to make you do horrible things!"
"You're not making me do anything, I'm volunteering."
"You'll think it's the only way to cheer me up though..."
"Tell you what, I promise if I find it too disgusting we'll just make out while I jerk you off."
"That's crude!"
"Yeah, and?"
"Fine." Turgon looked at his hands playing with the edge of the bedspread. "It was when he um, had me kneel in front of him. So he could get off in my mouth."
"I'm definitely willing to suck your cock."
"That wasn't it! He said that I wasn't skilled yet, and it would be more trouble than it was worth to talk me through every motion. But that, while my mouth was down there, it could be somewhere else. Next time."
Fingon took a moment - Turgon really was not used to frank talk about sex, had he ever been that embarrassed himself? "Do you mean rimming - that is, me licking around your asshole?"
"Yes - and not just around, maybe? I hadn't realized quite how much a tongue could move. But you don't have to."
"I don't mind! There are practical concerns though. Did you wash yet today?"
"After last night, I scrubbed every inch of my skin."
That was exactly the mood Fingon had worried about. "Okay, and have you shat since then?"
"No - I didn't eat much yesterday to be clean for Feanor's first exploration."
"Good enough, let's do it. Eat a cinnamon bun first though."
"Why?"
"Because I like to kiss people at the start of sex, and cinnamon will taste good on you."
Turgon took, a bite begrudgingly, and then his eyes widened.
Fingon grinned. "Also because if your stomach rumbles during sex it will definitely kill the mood."
Turgon rolled his eyes; he resented Fingon acting protective over him. He had tolerated it more when they were younger, but less so now, either due to maturing or disliking that Fingon was exactly as protective over his infant son, Fingon wasn't sure. He had asked once or twice, and not gotten a straight answer. (Or, he'd demanded to know what Turgon's problem was and if he'd really rather be beaten for looking at Carnistir funny, but it counted.)
Fingon smoothed out the covers while Turgon ate, then went ahead and undid all the buttons on his own clothes. He knew it made him look already ravished, and he'd rather Turgon not get distracted by his own thoughts before they got to the actual sex.
___
Ages for my own reference (ages above 18 mostly are for ordering how long ago they came of age, don't add these numbers too hard): Curufin is 16, but has been deflowered at his own request and has a highschool crush on Feanor. Turgon is 18. Caranthir is 19. Celegorm is 22 or so. Fingon is about 24 (six years older than Turgon, that works). Maglor is 25. Maedhros is 28. Nolofinwe is therefore 44 or 45, since I referenced Feanor and Nerdanel having a baby already when Feanor took his virginity. Younger princes and bastards: Aredhel is about 12 or 13, just starting puberty and understanding all the sex around her. Amrod and Amras can't be older than 9, being Maedhros's kids, but honestly I think he had them a bit older, call them 6? Argon is about 5. Gil-Galad is about 2 years old, and Fingon is a mother to a toddler as well as a big brother. That's part of why Maedhros is so possessive over Fingon, Maedhros had to fend off his brothers' overly athletic demands of his baby mama - Nolofinwe was the only other bastard available.
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in the servant!nolofinweans verses, does maedhros ever actually have a non-sex conversation with fingon? like even just to get some servant gossip or anything? when he's king, does he start having longer conversations with him or keep it just sex?
I don't think Maedhros has many non-sex conversations with Fingon. Maedhros doesn't see a need for gossip from the servants, and doesn't see Fingon as his intellectual equal. A few pleasantries about the weather at times, or a sentence about "oh I'm going to a friend's house next week and won't see you for a bit", but not actual conversations.
Once Maedhros is king, he does have a few more conversations with Fingon that aren't about sex. It starts sort of as venting or rubber duck debugging, Maedhros is stressed out by his new role. Fingon is too hostile to give helpful advice on any court politics, but will point out ways that he thinks non-royal people could be helped if he sees them. Maedhros is intrigued, and actually listens and occasionally implements suggestions (things like making some areas of the city off limits to carts during Laurelin's hours to relieve traffic congestion for people without horses). (Maedhros does not trust Fingon's motives enough to do anything that interacts with the other kingdoms due to high stakes, or that would make cleaning the palace easier.)
Also to be be clear these are conversations that happen before or after sex; Maedhros isn't going to call Fingon to his rooms just to talk.
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Regarding Maedhros and Húrin and Fëanor, I enjoy the implication that Melkor keeps track of the reactions he enjoys in his victims. I imagine he has a ranking in his head. I think Fëanor was probably his favorite in terms of his own pleasure. There was the added thrill of his true motives although known by Fëanor, not yet in the open
Maedhros was enjoyable to compare to Fëanor and of course he got to repeat that again with him and perfect the technique
Húrin he had to be somewhat more careful with because humans aren’t as resilient as elves. Whenever Morgoth would do this, it would mean a few days he couldn’t get anything from Húrin as he’d be deeply confused or even catatonic. In his more sadistic moods this isn’t necessarily a detriment though
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Melkor knows what he likes, and he'll do what it takes to get it. That's why he built a whole torture fortress where the other Valar couldn't stop him.
He is disappointed that Feanor died so quickly on arriving in Beleriand. Melkor would have much preferred Feanor as a prisoner, to see how many times it would take before the proud elf would greet him with eagerness rather than scorn. With Maedhros, Melkor though did get to watch Maedhros break into acceptance of his fate at least, to the point where Maedhros didn't fight back anymore because he knew it would be pointless.
And I wonder what Melkor would do with a confused or catatonic Hurin. Maybe more tentacle rape, especially as if Hurin's unresponsive he won't try to bite a tentacle going all the way down his esophagus. Or cutting Hurin with knives, watching as Hurin has no awareness left to flinch away but still cries out in pain; and later Hurin will not recall how he got those wounds.
But also, when Hurin is very confused seems like a good time to let him see through Melkor's eyes. If Hurin can't string a thought together, then a glimpse of Turin from years ago, followed by of a house burning, followed by orcs eating a carcass (a deer, but too picked apart to tell); that paints a very clear picture. Hurin doesn't remember that Turin is far older than twelve years old now, so that can't be a scene of Turin right now being eaten by orcs as his home burns. Hurin weeps over the death of his family, and Melkor gets to watch every time.
Imagine Dark!Fingon being fucked in the head enough and so possessive of Maedhros that when Fingolfin starts worrying about their relationship and thinks to separate them, he attempts to seduce his own father to get what he wants. I mean Fingolfin obviously has a soft spot for Fingon if not his favorite child. Canon Fingon never tries to take advantage of that ( well except for maybe that time he encouraged his father to go to Beleriand ) but I think Dark!Fingon would, maybe even to the point of trying to have sex with him if he feels he's out of options. Enjoy your much needed break op! You don't need to answer this prompt thought I'd just give you a thinker
I like this idea a lot. Thinking of this in the specific timeline where dark!Fingon buys Maedhros from Morgoth.
Fingolfin figures out that Maedhros believes himself to still be property, and tells Fingon to cut it out. It's unethical and also bad politics when the Feanorians discover it, which they will eventually since half the servants have seen Maedhros is here. Fingolfin doesn't want to fight a war against other elves.
Fingon begs and pleads. He considers offering Fingolfin a turn with Maedhros, but worries that will just inflame the issue, and also doesn't really want to share. So instead he thinks about how to persuade Fingolfin to let him keep Maedhros, and well, the idea of sex for favors is very much in his mind lately...
Fingon doesn't start by just showing up naked in his father's bed though, he has a little bit of subtlety. He just point out that he is Fingolfin's most loyal son, who hasn't run off to the wilderness with half their people or anything, and risks his life often in battle for their kingdom. He obviously can't just kill Maedhros or give him back to Morgoth at this point - too many people have seen Maedhros - and Maedhros isn't competent to live on his own. Can Fingolfin just give Fingon a bit more time to figure out how to deal with this?
Fingon promises he will treat Maedhros gently, so he has nothing to complain about when he recovers. Fingolfin can come in at any point to make sure Fingon isn't deliberately stretching out Maedhros's healing. And if Fingon spends more of the next few months having sex with Maedhros that poses Fingon to look the most attractive, Maedhros won't tell.
