#fallensmith

Eöl remains blissfully, awfully, unaware. After all, someone is always staring at him, particularly the boy.

"That piece can only move diagonally, remember." Caranthir watched his nephew carefully. He'd shown promise in many things, in fact he seemed eager to try and learn anything that appeared before him. Caranthir was still decided if that made him simple or robustly curious.

His hand twitched where it rested upon the tabletop, as though itching to take down a note or two. But it had been many years since he'd recorded so meticulously.

He couldn't deny the similarities between father and son. And unfortunately his own father as well. It reminded him...

Perhaps this time he could--no, no! He was perfectly fine on his own, he didn't need to be joined at the hip with someone like his freakish brothers.

Spanking, choking, flogging, collaring

Kink meme

Spanking

Definitely not | No | Not Really | Its Okay | Kinda | Yes | Fuck yes |There goes my pants |

Bonus: Giving | Receiving | Both

He had not had visitors in so long. Most knew to avoid the sullen elf who hid deep in the mountain chains, and really, Curufin was glad for it. With solutide came a total lack of expectation, and thus came the only opportunity to live a somewhat ordinary life without the ever lingering reminder of his past crimes. He had grown used to it, fallen so into the monotony that is living that he had nearly forgotten who he was. What did it matter that he was a Son of Fëanor, a kinslayer, when there was no one around but him?

Tempted he was to ignore the knock on the door. Sometimes curious strangers came, seeking knowledge, or entertainment, or who knows what, but he dragged himself to the door anyway.

“Tyelpërinquar-?”

Curufin’s heart nearly dropped.

Even after thousands of years, he could still recognize the man standing in front of him, his son. His son, covered in blood— of what origin, Curufin didn’t want to know.

"Oh, Celebrimbor."

His iron heels clicked in the darkness, as he advanced on Celebrimbor. Eregion burned, and the falling walls had trapped the lord in his own forge. Ironic, perhaps.

Annatar's face smiled at him, but it was the cold eyes of Sauron that pierced him. This was Celebrimbor's friend no longer.

I don't know if he's ever met Tyelpë

Molinde was quite surprised to see who had stepped in her workshop - someone she really was not expecting to see. She dropped the doilies she was currently working on, before stepping upang greeting her visitor. "Lord Celebrimbor." She said bowing lightly. "It is an honor to see you in my humble workshop. How may I, Molinde, be of service?"

Drew my version of Tyelpë using one of my own cosplay photos as a reference