House Of Feanor

Pityafinwë made her way up spiralling stairs and corridors until she came to the bed chamber of the mistress. She knocked and waited for an enter before going in.

“Ah, Pityafinwë. I’m glad you could come. I would like you to go to the forest and pick some berries. Very special berries that our cooks need.”

Pitya looked at the elleth and nodded, “Yes, my lady. Can anyone come with me? I am not armed.”

The mistress looked at the door and nodded. “The huntsman will escort you.” She had a sly smile on her face, knowing she had ordered him prior to kill Pityafinwë in the forest. “Now run along, dear and be back in time for dinner.”

“Why?” Was all Pitya could say.

The hunter sighed, bringing his sword down. “She wants you dead.” His voice shaky. “Better me than you. Now run!”

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One hand went to cradle Aurelia’s face while his other arm wrapped around her waist to pull her against him. When Glorfindel broke the kiss, he toyed with her hair, smirking a little. “And what if what I have in mind takes the rest of the day?” he purred, tracing his fingers over her skin teasingly.

Aurelia hummed, closing her eyes for a moment as she enjoyed the attention he gave her. Hands pressed on his shoulders, she smirked. “I don’t think you have what it takes to go all day.”

“I think you’ll chicken out when it gets too much.” She released herself from his grip, lying down on her bed. “Unless you can prove me wrong, balrog slayer.”

“I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I’ve got some skills,” Glorfindel bragged, smirking in return. He let his gaze travel over Aurelia’s body before letting his fingers wander along the same path, barely touching her so he could see her reaction. He bit his lips as he tried to decide where to start.

Pitya nodded, “I see her everyday. Though I don’t think she’s very fond of me. She doesn’t seem to mind the others, though.”

Pitya was interrupted and looked up at the balcony when she heard the elleth in question call her.

“Pityafinwë! Could you come up here? I have something to ask of you!”

“Yes, My Lady!” I call back, waving at Arvo. “Bye Uncle.”

“I am sure it is nothing to worry about.”

“Ah, Pityafinwë. I’m glad you could come. I would like you to go to the forest and pick some berries. Very special berries that our cooks need.”

Pitya looked at the elleth and nodded, “Yes, my lady. Can anyone come with me? I am not armed.”

Someone I used to call a friend recently came back to me with an apology for what had happened. Felt like she was really just excusing herself.

What had happened, you may ask. I was being thrown to the side for no reason and before this we were best friends. When she did speak it was like a looking down at you thing. I had enough one day and called it quits. Her friends then found my social media’s, Facebook, Instagram and snapchat and said awful things like: “You’re a slut”, “You’re fat”, “You should go to hell”. They accused me of stalking my “friend” and used my miscarriage against me. I don’t live in the same country as these people, so it has to be my so called friend telling them stories.

I sent her an ask saying grow up. She called me a c*nt. this was meant to be a best friend.

Anyway when she apologised, she pretended she didn’t know how they got that information, and seemed to avoid any other questions.

Obviously things were said and it’s sick. Very sick, disgusting people.

It was a beautiful day, at least in Pitya’s opinion. The young elleth walked through the woods, giggling and twirling around. Such a cheerful elf, she was.

Nerdanel had sailed a year before, which prompted Feanor to find another soon to be wife. His fiancée only cared about her appearance, making sure she was to loveliest of all.

He paced the path when he heard approaching footsteps. The worried lines on his face relaxed seeing it was his cousin. "Pitya!" Forgetting to retrain himself he threw his arms around her.

She hums thoughtfully to herself.

“A tricky question. I’ve been told that forgiveness is more for the self than the other person, but the truth is that I’m still angry. It’s a dull anger at this point, given the ages of time that have passed, but I have lost too much to ever not be angry about it. My wife, my king, my friends - all dead because of his actions! His own children dead or driven to the wilderness because of his misdeeds!”

She pauses to talk a deep breath.

“Uncle!” Pitya ran to him and hugged him quickly. “I was just taking a walk around, I found a tree full of apples so I thought I would share it with Telvo.”

Pitya was kind and gentle, the complete opposite of Fëanor, having inherited her mother’s personality and kind heart.

“Uncle, have you heard that Atar has a mistress?”

“I have heard the rumours.”

It was true, then - it was really none of Arvo’s business, and so long as everything remained civil, he honestly didn’t care. His brother could do as he wished.

Pitya was interrupted and looked up at the balcony when she heard the elleth in question call her.

“Pityafinwë! Could you come up here? I have something to ask of you!”

Outside of the Feanorian villa, Pityafinwë picked an apple from a nearby tree for her snack. She had no need for it as the servants would provide, but she favoured the idea of getting it from the tree itself. Plus, it was a good reason to be with nature. She rubbed the apple on her dress. “Maybe I’ll share this with Telvo.” She spoke to herself.

He stopped as he passed through the gardens, greeting his niece with a warm smile. He saw less of all of Fëanor’s children these days.

Pitya was kind and gentle, the complete opposite of Fëanor, having inherited her mother’s personality and kind heart.

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If possible, Glorfindel turned even more red than he had been before, and he closed his eyes at the feeling of Aurelia’s breath over his ears. If his body hadn’t been reacting to seeing her pleasuring herself when he burst through the door, it certainly was now.

He turned, eyes following her motion as she went to the bed, eyes fixed on her fair form. “And how do you think I could make this worthwhile for you?” he asked, voice almost coming out as a purr.

She gave a little smirk, satisfied she was having the desired effect on him. She flipped her blond hair over her shoulder, deciding to approach him once more. She would have been lying to herself if she said she hadn’t been attracted to him for a while.

Aurelia hummed, gently tugging at his collar. “I believe you may have something in mind.” Her voice soft and smooth. The elleth gave him a kiss, “Show me.” She whispered against his lips.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m still pretty good looking.” She smiled and flipped her hair back. “So don’t get used to the compliments.” She laughed to herself.

“I already did.” She closed the diary. “He was angry. Really angry. He chased me around and tackled me. It took four of our brothers to get him away.”

“Now that sounds more like your father.” Ah, well, he was mostly sure that Fëanor didn’t really hate him. At least not as much as he hated Nolo. Small victories.

Pitya smiled “Ooo thank you!” She hugged him then quickly set off inside to get her bow and arrows. When she returned, the holder was slung over her shoulder, her bow in her hand.

“I think I got them all.”

Pitya smiled “Ooo thank you!” She hugged him then quickly set off inside to get her bow and arrows. When she returned, the holder was slung over her shoulder, her bow in her hand.

“I think I got them all.”