#irmo x reader

Fingolfin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

When you’re honourably defiant, especially when shown with dignity

Holding your ground when others would yield

The sight of you leading or commanding others with a regal bearing

Wearing dresses and robes tailored to your form, accompanied by jewellery he gifted you

Discussing philosophy or battle tactics over wine

Sexual turn-ons:

Unfastening his laces while kissing down the scar on his chest

Moaning his name against his neck as you ride him hard, gripping his hips like you need to anchor yourself

The sight of you kneeling between his thighs after a sparring match, flushed and breathless

Calling him ‘My King’ as you stroke his cock with both hands

Letting him take you against the carved walls of the fortress, his mouth against your ear whispering praises

Fingon

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Bold acts of loyalty, like facing danger just to reach him

Playing with his hair and calling him any sweet terms of endearment with ‘my’ attached to it. Especially if you call him a ‘good boy’ or a ‘sweet puppy’ (he’ll complain about not being like a dog and then whine when you stop scratching his scalp) dog behaviour

Playing the harp, singing lewd or poetic lyrics just to see him fluster

Seeing you ride bareback alongside him—probably challenging him to a race

Roughhousing with him will turn into a tickling match, and then a light makeout

Sexual turn-ons:

Making him wear his crown as you ride him on the throne late at night

Sliding his cock between your breasts while you tease him with gentle kisses to the tip

Begging for him in that needy, whiny and soft voice while your fingers grab him tighter scratching your nails down his back while he fucks you into a bed of furs

Tracing his scars and veins and pressing kisses to each all the way down to his v-line where you pause and make him impatient

Tasting yourself on his tongue as he pulls you in for a kiss after making you straddle his face

Turgon

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Your quiet, regal grace, especially when paired with intellect

Running your fingers through his scalp while cuddling or after a long day. Brushing out his hair

Wearing gowns or robes with flowing, paired with lots of jewellery (or probably just wear jewellery alone)

Your unwavering loyalty to him despite what others may think of him

Giving him massages after a long gruelling day at court and whispering (praising) him for being such a good King

Sexual turn-ons:

Removing your clothing slowly as you ascend the steps to his throne

When your fingers curl into any surface he’s taking you against, especially as he takes you from behind

Letting him take the lead and be in control as you submit to him on your knees

Letting him pin you down, crown still on, as he fucks you with deep strokes

Biting his ears, tugging his hair, scratching his back, just leave marks on his skin

Argon

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Being unpredictable just like him without shame and reckless abandonment

Cracking jokes in the middle of serious moments and making him snort or laugh outrageously

Seeing you completely soaked while your clothes is still clinging to your body. Your silhouette drives him insane

Getting into trouble and dragging him along—he lives for chaos disguised as bonding

Calling him a ‘good boy’ just to make him turn red and fumble. He’ll whine that he isn’t a boy, but never complain about the praise

Sexual turn-ons:

Riding him hard and fast while pulling at his loose hair, leaving bite marks along his neck

Secretly jerking him off under a banquet table just for the thrill

When you struggle to take all of him, but still make the effort anytime you ask for the lead

How sensitive you become after he teased you throughout the day with a few whispers and fleeting touches

Telling him how good he makes you feel—he thrives on praise, even if he pretends he doesn’t

Finarfin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Deep conversations about music, healing, or moral philosophy

Your scent—your perfumes and even your natural scent drives him crazy

The kindness and compassion you display and give to others

Seeing you wear anything that a gold or a shade of gold, accentuated to your figure

Offering to braid his hair before court, event or gathering

Sexual turn-ons:

Tracing the contours of his muscles all over his body after a session

Sucking gently on his cock while looking up with shining eyes (better if under a table)

The wild moans escaping your lips as he fingers or eats you out, crying out his name like you were possessed

Allowing him to take his time and fully worship you from head to toe. Not rushing foreplay

Guiding his cock into you, no matter the position

Finrod

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Passionate singing and poetic riddles whispered beneath stars

Playing the harp with eyes closed, losing yourself in sound

Praising him for being a good King to his people and how much you adore being protected and cared for by him

Listening to your voice as you read beside him with your head on his thigh

How flustered and heated you appear during arguments, even if you agree with him

Sexual turn-ons:

Pressing kisses to his cock from base to tip with slow reverence, like you worship him and calling him ‘My King’

Making you look into the mirror and see as he fucks you from behind—see who ruined you were

Helping him wash off which 90% of the time leads to you riding him or being pinned against the wall of the pool

Leaving marks on his skin, especially scratches down his back. Also pull his hair and tie him up

When you tighten your legs around his waist just as he’s about to cum, pulling him deeper into you

Angrod

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Open defiance, especially when you leave room for him tease and taunt, turning your little display into a game

Dirty jokes in diplomatic company—watching his reaction as he stifles laughter

Treating soldiers and the people with equal grace

Roughhousing with him, or even sparring and pinning you under him only for you to reverse the positions

The way you roll your eyes and smirk when you get under his skin

Sexual turn-ons:

Waking him up with the sight of your pretty cunt ready to sit on his face and ride his tongue

Digging your nails into his shoulder blades when he pounds into you from above

When you suck hickeys on his neck and bite his shoulders and arms to muffle your moans

The sight of you gagging lightly on his cock while making eye contact

Watching your ass jiggle whenever he takes you from behind or you ride him in reverse cowgirl

Aegnor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

When you’re passionate in your craft and everything around you—the way your eyes and soul light up

That wild hair and flushed cheeks after riding horseback across the fields or forest

When you best him in a sparring match and press the sword to his throat before running it down his torso—the look in your eyes

You have a reckless streak about you that somehow seems to work out just fine

Singing lewd songs or poems in his ear while he’s trying to concentrate

Sexual turn-ons:

Seeing you bite your pillow, or the way your fingers curl into the sheets

Letting him bite your shoulder while he comes deep inside you

When you’ve gone dump and start babbling nonsense and incomprehensible phrases

Jerking him off over your stomach while he pants into your mouth

Pulling his hair and grinding against him until neither of you can think

Galdor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Loves to see you in the garden all sweaty and vigorous—some dirt on your face, hair clinging to your skin, face flushed

Sitting in his lap while sharing a drink and teasing him

Cooking with him and moaning with your eyes close each time you taste a dish he made (worse when you lick cream of his fingers)

Wearing his clothes like robes, tunics, shirts as sleepwear even though you have yours

Watching you play with children or animals—he melts

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him lick honey off your body when you suggested that you love his mouth on your skin

Waking him up with you breasts around his cock, better when he cums all over them

Letting him fuck you against a tree trunk, dirt and bark scraping your skin

Moaning wantonly as he takes you slow and deep on a bed of furs

Pulling him into a kiss while stroking him with both hands, your thumb teasing his slit

Ecthelion

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Poise, grace, and musical talent—he’s entranced by beauty in motion

Laughing softly at his clever remarks, even the pretentious ones, even the ones that probably aren’t funny

Wearing something silver with lots of diamonds and having a great taste in fashion

Sparring with him and matching his strength

Wearing clothes that accentuates your figure—doesn’t have to be revealing

Sexual turn-ons:

Giving him a strip tease while he watches from the edge of the bed and tells him that he can’t touch

Hearing the way you cry his name. Sounds like a song he could sing or incorporate into his music

Sucking on his fingers before sliding them inside your cunt

Greeting him all tied up and sitting patiently on the bed when he comes him from a long, tedious day

Sitting in his lap, grinding against him until he’s trembling from restraint

Glorfindel

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Seeing you play with children and be so loving towards them

Braiding his hair before a duel (please tie it up in a bun)—your fingers scratching his scalp and making him shiver

Wearing nothing under his robes except a jewellery set he gifted you for an anniversary

When you compare hand sizes or anything that allows him to compare the size difference between you two

Kissing his scars and whispering praises into his kiss

Sexual turn-ons:

Pretty, pretty, pretty lingerie. Even if it translates to wearing nothing, wearing jewellery or wearing silk and lace

That little moment when you go silent in the middle of him fucking you because you can’t choose between moaning, crying, whining or whimpering

Pulling his hair and guiding his mouth between your legs for him to tongue your clit until your legs quake

Asking him to join you for baths because they never turn into baths

The sudden gushing of your juices all over him whenever you squirt—rawr

Egalmoth

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Flamboyant confidence, especially when paired with genuine wit

Wearing outrageous attire and matching him stride for stride

Singing lewd songs at feasts or making lewd jokes and matching his freak

When you can handle your liquor and drink alongside him

Daring him to flirt and outdo you—he’ll always rise to the challenge

Sexual turn-ons:

Pushing him into a chair and riding him with one hand around his throat

Gasping his name as he eats you out with teasing flicks and drawn-out circles

Whispering how badly you want him while palming his cock through silk

Clawing at his chest as he fucks you against a balcony, half-dressed and uncaring

Letting him finish all over your chest, only to push him back for more

Rog

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Seeing you all hot and bothered whenever you’re angry—he knows he shouldn’t like it, but can’t resist

The little tilt of your neck when your stretching that lets him gaze at the length and shape

Crafting weapons beside him—if you’re a crafter—or helping him in the forges, all covered in sooth

Your confidence is super captivating and ridiculously charming—he just loves when you pull him by his belt

The way you care for him so deeply. Staying up late, making dinner and lunch, washing him off, loving him

Sexual turn-ons:

The way you struggle to not moan too loudly as he pounds you mercilessly in the forge late at night

Ripping open your tunic to get to your chest, burying his face in it like a man possessed

Struggling to take him deeply in your throat and gripping his thighs as he cups your face

The size difference—when he sees the way his cock bulges in your stomach

Watching you squirt all over his cock from overstimulation—he’ll praise it like a victory

Maeglin

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Being his one and only confidant and keeping all his secrets

Your quiet demeanour which allows you to notice everything around you

Wearing black or obsidian jewellery, especially if it matches his own

Standing beside him at court and defending when others doubt his loyalty

Waiting for him with open arms to cuddle after a long day, filled with praises

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him tie your wrists with a silver chain and spread you open like a dark secret

Riding him slowly, stroking his hair, whispering how wrong it feels to enjoy it this much

Offering yourself up wordlessly, needy and soft, knowing he’ll take full advantage

Telling him you’re only his—and meaning it while his cock fills you again and again

Smiling slyly as you swallow every drop of his cum, licking your lips afterwards

Thingol

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Knowing exactly how to carry yourself in court confidently

Speaking languages fluently, especially when correcting him subtly

Elegant attire, understated jewellery, fancy braids and demure composure

Massaging his shoulders while he debates politics and whispering praises in his ear

Telling him how much you adore when he takes care of you

Sexual turn-ons:

Sliding down your robes with excruciating slowness, revealing bare skin under the starlight

Addressing him as ‘My King’ while taking him in your mouth and watching him grip the armrests, attempting to act composed

Whispering that you want to be filled with royal seed while straddling his lap

Pulling him by his belt into a messy, desperate kiss

Riding him on this throne after a court hearing once everyone is gone, or right outside (wants them to know how good he makes you feel)

Beleg

Non-sexual turn-ons:

A little harmless game of hunter and prey never hurt anyone, right?

Hunting alongside him—he just wants to see your ass and legs in those leather trousers

Seeing you in his clothes, being all domestic and barefoot, whenever he returns from the borders

Hearing you laugh unapologetically

Roughhousing with him. Just randomly tackle him onto the ground, and display your strength

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him fuck you in a forest after an intense game of wolf and bunny in the forest

Face down, ass up and moaning like you’re in heat (he’s actually the one ovulating lol)

Whispering your pleasure against his throat as he thrusts into you in silence

Taking control and riding him while he holds your hips still, eyes locked

Letting him cum inside and watching the way he kisses your brow afterwards

Gwindor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Kindness in the face of cruelty—he watches how you treat the people

Taking care of him despite his tragedies and standing at his side  

Your excitement over the simplest of things—it could be him walking into the room and you’re smiling like the sun

Reassuring him he is still beautiful, even in grief

Smiling when he cannot—your light heals him more than you know

Sexual turn-ons:

Stroking his cock while whispering how much you loved and appreciated him

Tightening your legs around his waist when he slides into you, so he knows that you want him to stay

Letting him worship your body with lips and hands until you’re weeping

Your eagerness for mutual masturbation because he loved to see you come undone from just his fingers and mouth

Riding him until he’s whimpering your name

Gil-Galad

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Wearing his house colours proudly, displaying that you were his

Tracing his veins anytime he was shirtless while cuddling or after a sparring match (especially when he was sweaty)

Biting your lips whenever you found him looking appealing in a new attire

The way you playfully grab or smack his ass whenever you’re kissing or out of playfulness

Your confidence as his spouse—standing beside him proudly, introducing yourself as a member of his house, no fear in your voice

Sexual turn-ons:

Being all needy and whimpering how much you needed him to bend you over his throne and fuck you

Sitting on his face while he wore his crown from today’s council meeting

Letting him guide you onto your knees and fill your mouth slowly, reverently

Showing off his marks you left on his back after an excitingly, rough night, during his morning spar

Asking for more even when you could barely contain what he already gave you as it spills out

Elrond

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Bringing him rare books or ancient scrolls and watching his eyes light up

Cradling his head while you rake your fingers through his hair as he reads in bed, exchanging ideologies back and forth

Having compassion and understanding towards his past and his choices

Always being there for him even when you had matters of your own.

Surprising him during late night visits to his study dressed in his robes and small clothes in his favourite colour

Sexual turn-ons:

Taking your time undressing him and kissing every inch of skin as it’s revealed

Letting him eat you out for hours with scholarly focus and patience and not interrupting him

Moaning beneath him as he fucks you slowly, whispering that you’re his safe place

Sucking his cock gently, during stressful moments when he refuses to take a break and definitely needs one

Feeling the way your pulse becomes erratic under his touch each time he pressed his lips to your neck

Elladan

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Randomly ambushing him with kisses or surprised affection

Sparring with him and then knocking him on his back while you’re above him

Riding through the woods on the same horse, pressed up against each other. Preferably him behind you

The affection nicknames and terms of endearment, attached with ‘my’

Stretching. Any form of stretching and worse when a silver of skin shows

Sexual turn-ons:

Moaning like a little brat when he holds you down and fucks you rough

Sucking him off in a hidden glade, both of you stifling laughter

Riding him while pulling his hair and biting his ear

Whimpering his name as he denies you another orgasm and trying to grab onto him to satisfy you—so needy

Finishing in his lap while he keeps you plugged full

Elrohir

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Playful combat—pouncing on him mid-training just to make him laugh

Sharing twin jokes only he and Elladan get, then whispering naughty ones in his ear

Wearing his tunic and nothing else, lounging like you own the place

Reading erotic stories or poetry and subtly making eye contact each time you stress on certain words

Leaning against him under starlight, humming while your fingers trace his collarbone

Sexual turn-ons:

Getting on your knees and sucking him off until he’s moaning your name into his hand

Riding him hard while holding his wrists down, daring him to flip you

Cumming on his face while he smirks and keeps licking, greedy and smug

Letting him take you from behind in the woods

When you let him manhandle you and show a bit of defiance like the brat you were capable of being

Erestor

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Intellectual precision—debating him calmly, then proving him wrong with a smile

Reading quietly beside him, your foot brushing his under the table

Bringing him coffee or tea without being asked

Wearing silk robes that matches his dark and refined taste

Whispering clever, inappropriate remarks during council meetings with a straight face

Sexual turn-ons:

Slowly undressing for him while he watches silently, heat in his gaze

Taking his cock in your mouth while he reads, not letting him finish the page

Moaning softly into his hands as he fucks you from behind on his desk

Looking up at him with tears in your eyes, begging for his fingers back inside

Brushing his hair back and asking him to cum on your tongue—then swallowing with a hum

Manwë

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Dancing with him at festivals and reciprocating his little courting gestures

Accepting his gifts, especially the sparkly one that he begged Aulë’s to make for you

Being impressed with his aerial performances whenever he was showing off outside your house or randomly

When the other avians appear around you, you would gently shoo them, muttering that you were taken by a big birdie

Helping him preen his feathers or doing it on your own. Also, add decorations and make him sparkle

Sexual turn-ons:

Calling him ‘My King’ or ‘My Lord’ while you run your fingers through his silky hair

Being completely fucked out from his heat, yet showing excitement for when his next heat would roll around

The way you smell like him after he fills you up makes him pull you aside to give you more

Just the joy of watching the way your pussy stretches around his cock as you swallow him up

Begging for more even when you’re on the brink of fatigue and overly stuffed

Námo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Never fearing death, but understanding it

Discussing fate and prophecy

Letting him touch your wrist to read your spirit’s thread

Wearing black with silver embroidery

Showering him in the affection he doesn’t believe he deserves

Sexual turn-ons:

Calling him “My Lord” as he ruts into you with abandon control and pent up frustration

Being a brat and sass him back when he ordering you about, leading to you being manhandled

Letting him edge you for what feels like hours until your legs give out

Being gagged and tied up with silk ribbon while he fucks you slowly till sunrise

Wearing nothing but his robes which gets you spanked and fingered

Irmo

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Watching you dance barefoot in his garden among the flowers, wearing loose, pale robes

Whispering your dreams and desires into his ear and asking him to find their meaning

Telling him that you dreamt of him last night or during a nap he had no intervention in, and leaving him guessing

When you let him know that he was your motivation for all your dreams and ambitions

Asking him to create dreams catered to your interests where he can also visit and spend more time with you

Sexual turn-ons:

Letting him visit you in your dreams to eat you out till your shaking and when you wake up, he’s between your thighs

Calling his name in your sleep while he slides inside you like a dream you forgot

Him teasing you when he discovered all your kinks and trying them out all at once, to see you wrecked

Wrapping your legs around his waist as he whispers every dirty word in perfect Valarin

Begging him not to let you wake—and feeling him cum inside you like a blessing

Eonwë

Non-sexual turn-ons:

Practising swordplay with him shirtless and letting him get a little too close

Proudly showing him off as your mate and showing everyone the pretty gifts he gets you

When he sees that you have a drawer or box full of all the items he randomly gifted you

You no longer tolerating other birds coming around and stealing your attention. You let them know that your mate would fight them and win

Randomly building a nest with your pillows, cushions and articles of yours and his clothes, to cuddle

Sexual turn-ons:

When you’re so desperate to get on your knees and suck him off because he deserved being worshipped

Gripping the base of his wings—that spot were his wings meet his back—knowing how sensitive he was as he drives into you

When he tells you that you were still unable to take all of him and you push him down to climb on top of him to prove him wrong

Whispering how much you ache for his strength as he lifts you and fucks you standing, wings extending to make himself larger and assert dominance

Rocking back and letting you do your thing as you rode him on your own, occasionally jerking upwards to watch you topple over

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Him dipping into your deepest thoughts and dreams without you even knowing. He will pry into every action, conversation, and meeting before making note of everyone you spoke to during the day.

This "need" to know will start from the beginning of him knowing you. This will continue long after you agree to be with him. Irmo justifies it as him protecting you and your interests.

If you ever learn of his spying on your thoughts and confront him, he will defend himself and insist he only does it for your own good, as you have no idea how much those others could hurt you.

What you don't know is that Irmo has even gone so far as to pry into the thoughts of those you interact with, searching for any crumbs he can find and use to his advantage.

He will take great care to show you the other person’s so-called dangerous thoughts, even fabricating false images after making use of his mastery over visions and dreams. He will then assert that this other other person is indeed harmful to you and convince you, little by little, to push that other person away from you.

"Do you see that, little moth?" He declares after showing you one conjured vision after another. "Do you see all the dark ways they fantasize about you while you carry out your tasks?"

Nothing gives him greater happiness than seeing his efforts have not gone to waste and that you agree with him.

“I am glad you agree with me, little moth,” he coos. “Now will you heed me and stay away from this person?”

Once you have successfully distanced yourself from that other person, Irmo will reward you greatly, especially granting whatever you desire during sex.

Yandere Manwë will include:

Him convincing you that everyone else will hurt and betray you, for he alone is free from evil and cannot comprehend it.

He will go on to insist that as the Elder King, he is duty-bound to protect you from all harm. Manwë will keep you within Ilmarin, confining you to the boundaries of its outer walls when you refuse to listen to him and try to leave.

“Come now, little dove, why do you need to leave me? Is a king not enough?” Manwë would grow glum and forlorn before gesturing to the slender towers and domes of the palace. “Is the magnificence of Ilmarin not enough?”

When you grow insistent on leaving, Manwë changes tactics. He will stop acknowledging you, ignoring you whenever you come upon him walking along paths and corridors, and even going so far as to ply you with guilt whenever you ask why he is doing all of this.

“How can I even look at you when you insist on leaving me,” he would lament. “And after everything I have done for you! Was your regard for me a lie?”

Manwë does not stop at mere words, however. He will find other ways to point out everything you would miss out on if you left him.

One of them would be to put you on a pedestal.

“Will anyone worship you like this little dove? Will anyone else treat you with complete adoration?”

Another way would be to get his attendants to play along.

“The king adores you like no other,” one attendant would say. “He looks at you like no one else exists,” another would say.

His words and actions soon have the desired effect. Manwë welcomes you with open arms when you come to him and declare that you will never leave him and that you are sorry for even thinking of leaving him. The king showers you with attention and riches beyond imagination as a reward.

𐀔 Simply put, Irmo would be simultaneously more subtle compared to Manwë, but also more present in the life and affairs of the one he chose as his darling and wished to pursue.

𐀔 Much like his sister's student Olórin - who is also one of his servants - Irmo has the ability to inspire and influence people by putting thoughts into their minds, without them even noticing that these thoughts were planted by someone else. Being a Fëantur, he can perform such magic with utmost proficiency.

𐀔 Once the darling caught his eye - maybe during a feast, maybe when they visited Lórien to rest and relax - they became the new target of many of Irmo's spells and antics, including influencing their thoughts and mood, messing with their dreams and sending gifts he tampered with, such as sweets and treats that were "refined" with special potions of his making, sweet and flowery fragrances and handmade dreamcatchers.

𐀔 Irmo also liked sending his little moth friends to spy on his, as he thought, soon-to-be lover and quickly found out about their affair, if he hadn't already via their dreams. Under normal circumstances Irmo wouldn't mind - he's usually neither jealous nor begrudges his loved ones their fun and freedom, being fairly promiscuous himself - but this time he found that he was dismayed by the prospect of sharing his darling. This time, he told himself, he wanted to be the only one.

𐀔 The darling would need Fëanor's keen insight and to close their mind to see through Irmo's various manipulations and avoid being plagued by visions and thoughts of love and longing. However, they might still be relatively defenseless in their dreams, and Irmo would take full advantage, showing them entire scenarios involving the two of them that felt so good and so real too. What made it even harder to spot his interference is that he always appears to be such a cute, colorful and harmless spirit, despite being a Vala, and his sleepy and airheaded behavior - which is, as a certain Fëanorian soon found out, but a facade for a much more devious and cunning spirit.

𐀔 When the Noldor left Valinor, Irmo kept sending dreams and visions to his darling, but those got progressively darker, showing what would happen if they continue their journey. Whether the scenarios he showed were his own invention or based on his brother's prophecies remained to be seen, but either way, his favorite Fëanorian would need a strong will and unbreakable spirit to shake off those terrors and keep marching.

𐀔 Like Manwë, Irmo now also counts on the Doom of the Noldor, and once it catches up to his darling, he'll beg Námo to let him have their fëa. Whereas Námo is fair and neutral, he loves his brother very much and has never been good at denying him what he wants. Additionally, Nienna may also be swayed by her brother's heartache and speak in favor of him, making it even harder for the unfortunate Fëanorian to stay away from the Vala who is so relentlessly pursuing them.

𐀔 To Irmo, it ultimately doesn't matter whether his darling is alive or dead, even less so than to other Valar, because of his nature as a master of spirits. He can always trap them in an endless dream that only he can enter, so they can finally be together.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

-Your strength faded when you arrived at the place. 

-You didn’t even have the strength to turn entirely back, so you laid there with your wings and scattered feathers which had already begun to fade in color. Once black raven feathers, now fading grey. 

-Your ravens and crows cawed and flew around as they watched you. 

-You remembered all the good moments you had with Celebrimbor and all the good things you could have if you weren’t a coward and allowed Mairon to influence you to his side. 

-You silently wept as you remembered the day you betrayed Celebrimbor like it was yesterday. 

-You wished nothing more than repay everything that happened to him, but that was most unlikely with your current state. 

-The valars will not take you back, and your fea is too weak to exist anymore. 

-You are going to die, and fade from existence, so you will never have a chance to apologize and redeem your actions. 

-You glanced at the grassy mount and the stones you set up for Celebrimbor. Shedding your last tears, you apologized and bid him goodbye as death finally claimed you. 

-Your two ravens landed beside you, cawing in sorrow. They rubbed their head against you affectionately for the last time. They knew your fate as your body lay cold, so they mourned in saddened tones. 

-All the ravens and crows sat in the trees quietly, bowing their heads and remaining silent as they mourned for their former master. 

-The grassy hill was then filled with mist, and white and silvery moths appeared, flying around. 

-The dark feathered birds were startled when a new being appeared before your body, dressed in light colors and having a gentle expression on his face. 

-His eyes softened as he looked down upon your lifeless body. 

-” Oh, how long have you suffered, old friend?” His gentle voice graced the silence as he crouched beside you. 

-Your two ravens were calm as they knew him. He was Irmo, your former master. 

-He picked you up gently, your body puffing into dark mist upon his touch, slowly changing you into a pure white raven. 

-He cradled you in his arms, smiling like reuniting with his lost child. He petted you gently as your fea was sustained by his own. 

-” It’s alright now,” Irmo whispered. Your ravens sat upon his shoulders, looking at your form with wonder. They remained silent as they didn’t dare to awake you, but they purred in gratitude. Irmo smiled and looked at them. “Let us return home,” He said, disappearing into the mist with the ravens and moths. 

-The valar of dreams brought you to his gardens, where he allowed you to rest upon the highest trees. He watched over you and weaved good dreams. He made sure your fea would not be bothered by nightmares. 

-Your ravens and birds often watched over you while serving Irmo during your absence. He cared for them and in return, they aided him as dream bearers. They ate away the nightmares from troubled dreamers and brought them to him. It was their original purpose, after all. 

-Many wondered about the mystery behind these birds when they crossed ravens in the gardens of Lorien, and some say they saw a white raven slumbering upon the highest tree. 

-It was curious, but no one questioned it as Irmo only smiled and told them to let it rest. 

-You slumbered for a long time. Irmo didn’t mind and was patient as he knew your fea needed to gain strength. You may sleep as long as you like. There was no rushing. And he will make sure your dreams were filled with nothing but light and happiness. 

-You slowly awakened when you felt light and strength lift your eyes. You were confused as you awoke upon the nest. You remember your death, and you couldn't change forms for some reason. 

-You were frightened by Irmo’s appearance after he noticed your awakening. 

-He spoke to you softly and was seemingly happy that you awakened after a long time. He was kind enough to explain how he brought you back to the blessed lands.

-Many would have felt happy, but you felt ashamed. 

-You have done horrible things and caused a lot of pain, and here you were staining the sacred land with your presence. 

-You asked him to punish you. You were not worthy to stand in his presence after you betrayed him and killed one of your brethren. 

-Irmo only looked at you with a smile and told you he had forgiven you for a long time. 

-He was ashamed that he wasn’t there when you needed someone in your direst need of help, and it pained him to watch how you continued to suffer in middle earth, lost and making haste decisions without guidance. 

-He apologized for that, but you felt guilt. 

-You always made people suffer, and now your former master was apologizing. 

-However, Irmo then said the other valars will forgive you if you return to serve and help the elves from here on out. Your current form and lack of powers shall work as a punishment. 

-But if you serve him well and redeem yourself. You will gain some of them back as a reward. 

-You were emotional and couldn't help but tackle him for a hug, accepting the offer a hundred times. Your wings wrapped around his neck while you were crying with joy you had not felt for ages. 

-Irmo smiled and gently hugged you back. Your ravens cawed with joy. 

-You then served him for many years. You fly around Aman, delivering herbs and medicines for those in need and standing on guard for nightmares. 

-You became a little fairy tale story thanks to your white raven form. Elves tell if you see a white raven, it will protect you from nightmares and deliver medicine from Este herself, which was true. 

-You didn’t mind the long flights or the hard work of keeping nightmares away. You were happy because you didn’t need to hurt or spy on anyone. Not anymore. 

-And at the end of the days, Irmo allows you to rest and even sit on his shoulder. He would tell you good stories that happened during your absence, and you two would have long conversations about minor things. 

-You didn’t mind because you were just happy to be in his presence. 

-After some time, you did regain your ability to change form. Only into your humanoid-like form, nothing else. You had a pale appearance, and your hair mostly remained white like in your raven form. 

-It took a lot of time to reconnect with those who knew you simply because you were still afraid and avoided confrontation. 

-You might have done a lot of good lately, but it was hard to forget the past, and you self-reflect most of the time. 

-Surprisingly, one day, you encountered the maia you accidentally killed. It was shocking because they have been alive for a long time and doing well. The valars managed to find a way to undo your petrification, which was a shock because you were never aware it was possible to undo. You always hated your ability because you didn’t know how to turn them back. 

-You felt guilty, but then they apologized. 

-They had forgiven you for the longest time because before you accidentally killed them with your power, they bullied and maimed you to snap. You had some problems with stress and emotions before and when you were in distress. They took the chance to taunt and mock you rather than help you deal with your problem. 

-They felt guilty because their death was the cause of your downfall and suffering in middle earth. 

-You felt confused at first, but you were glad because it gave you a chance to make up for what happened in the past, and you were able to let go of your guilt. 

-You two ended up as close friends, and Irmo was incredibly proud of you and might have crushed you two with a hug. 

-Things were looking up for you, and you slowly learned to forgive yourself, thanks to Irmo and your friends and ravens.

-Until one day, the one you wronged came. 

-Celebrimbor was having a simple walk till he saw two familiar ravens. 

-There was something oddly familiar about them, so he decided to follow them to the gardens of Lorien while trying to remember where he had seen them before. 

-You were talking with your friend until you noticed the familiar dark-haired elf coming closer. 

-Your heart panicked, and you looked around for a hiding place till you jumped into a tree before he could notice you. A couple of leaves fell from the tree you were in, and you held your breath as you watched Celebrimbor walk under you. 

-There he was, alive and well. 

-He stared at your ravens, then chatted a little with your friend, who was curious about your odd behavior but was kind enough to play ignorance to avoid revealing your presence to the elf. 

-You missed his voice and almost melted when he spoke fondly about a dear friend he had during his life in middle earth, a lovely fellow who was friends with ravens and crows. 

-Guilt struck your heart when you heard him mention that he never knew what happened to that friend. He hoped they were doing alright. 

-When Celebrimbor finally left, your friend approached the tree and looked up to you, asking about your relationship with that elf. 

-You melted against the tree, struck with guilt while you told them your story with Celebrimbor. 

-Your ravens looked at you with pity and tried to comfort you. 

-However, after that incident. Celebrimbor suddenly decided to visit the garden more often, following your ravens and birds while you tried to hide from him. 

-He wanted to figure out the odd feeling he kept having. You tried to avoid him, but even with Irmo’s help, it was hard to sate his curiosity and make him leave. 

-You didn't want to hide, but you were too afraid to face him after what happened. He didn’t even know that it was your fault that Eregion fell. 

-Irmo tried to be supportive, but he began encouraging you to confront the elf. 

-You wished to confront him, but your cowardly self didn’t allow that. 

-One day, you were trying to enjoy the peace while your mind filled with scenarios that could happen if you decided to confront Celebrimbor. It made you anxious and deaf to someone approaching you from behind. 

-Your heart stopped when you heard Celebrimbor say your name and stare at you like he saw a ghost. 

-It took all of your willpower not to run away and hide, so you just took a deep breath and faced him. It was time to stop being a coward. 

- “ Is that you,(Name)?” He asked as he slowly approached you, taking in your appearance, making you nervous. You silently sucked a breath and finally used your voice. “Hey…” You almost cringed. It sounded way too timid. 

Celebrimbor’s eyes widened when he heard your voice and stopped. “You are a maia?” He questioned in disbelief. “I always was,” You answered. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth,” You said, looking at him with guilt. 

He only smiled. “It’s alright. I’m just glad,” He said. “I thought something terrible happened to you since I couldn't find you,” He added. “I know…” You said, feeling guilt because of the truth of your disappearance. “I just left,” You spoke. 

“I’m sorry,” You whispered. 

Celebrimbor was quiet for a moment. “It was wise of you to leave. Because if you heard what happened. Things got rough in Eregion. It turned out everyone was right about Annatar, or Sauron since Annatar wasn’t his real name,” He smiled. You almost frowned. 

“You look well,” He said. “I presume you’re the little white raven people spoke about?” He questioned with a smile. “Is it bad?” You asked, feeling uncertain about your appearance since you used to look different in his eyes. “Of course not, I just thought,” He said with a chuckle. 

“Sorry…” You looked down. “No, there’s no need to apologize,” He said. “But I am curious, though. Have you possibly been avoiding me?” He asked. You almost jumped and tried to think of an explanation. “What makes you think that?” You asked back. “Well, Huginn and Muninn had to belong to someone I know,” He chuckled and pointed at your two ravens, who were watching from a tree. “They have been leading me around until they brought me to you,” Celebrimbor added. 

You stared at them with disappointment and betrayal. 

-Luckily, your encounter that day went well. 

-You started seeing each other and simply enjoyed each other’s company like all those years. 

-Irmo watched from the side. He wanted to see if everything was going well and encouraged you to keep talking with Celebrimbor. It was your chance to make peace with the past. 

-However, if things get out of hand, he wants you to call out for him, and he will deal with the rest. 

-You felt comforted and also uncertain. Seeing your master in the background while Celebrimbor was unaware didn’t sound like a good idea. Is this how children with protective parents felt? 

-You did heed your master’s advice and kept talking with Celebrimbor. Even though; watching your master hide and spy on you two felt a little awkward. 

-Things with you and Celebrimbor soon got better. He often visited the gardens to see you, and you see him as a raven during your flights. 

-You felt happy to be around him again and sure enough to tell Irmo to stop spying on you because now it just felt embarrassing. You were not a newborn. 

-Things might have grown that your old feelings for the elf came back. 

-You were hesitant to show them because of what happened last time, but Celebrimbor didn’t make it easy. 

-You two often spoke about the fond things that happened in the past. You two especially missed your little human friend who helped you two together. Celebrimbor wasn’t sure what happened to them and thought they perished during the fall of his land. He felt guilty about it, so you told him your little human friend lived a good life and even had some descendants 

-You knew because you took them away before the attack and left them in a safe settlement.

-You felt disappointed with yourself because you wanted to admit the truth to him. 

-When he described his experience during the fall of eregion. It seemed he wasn’t aware that you had a part in it. 

-Playing ignorance felt painful, but Irmo advised it might be for the best at the moment. You should tell Celebrimbor the truth when the time feels right. 

-It didn’t leave your mind for a while, and you constantly thought about the moment when you have to tell Celebrimbor the truth and face his possible anger and rejection. 

-You were scared but decided you would prepare yourself. You will not run away this time.