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Haven Reached

featuring maedhros x fingon x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

warnings slight angst

a/n i reply after 1658565 years - I hope this is what you intended hun sorry if it isnt as you hoped to have

You stepped onto the shores with help of the son you had raised.

As you did – many fair elves turned to you, captured by the beauty and elegance you carried effortlessly without fail.

With eyes that spoke wisdom of many passed ages and kindness that could sweep the many ellon or elleth right under their feet – you stepped gracefully into the shores of Valinor from the last boat.

For a moment – your eyes looked back into the seas. . .Arda seemed almost a distant memory now and while you were supposed to return to Valinor many, many years ago to heal your aching heart and crying soul for your beloveds. . .

As a mother – you stayed behind, willing to put your heartaches aside to the twin sons you had gained.

Even though one of your adopted sons, Elros had chosen a different path in life. . .a short mortal life, you still failed to return, staying behind for Elrond.

For deep down – you knew he needed you and would fare well if you departed Arda so soon.

But suddenly your thoughts were grasped away when a voice called your name – mending a part of your heart with the lightness of that gentle voice.

“Melda. . .”

Your heart fluttered – then turning your eyes immediately those nestling browns of one of your lovers made half your soul crying out to him.

“Finno. . .”

Your voice – soft, delicate, and beautiful just as he remembered -like the early spring breeze.

“Y/N. . .”

He didn’t waste a moment longer to swiftly embrace you in his strong arm – caging you to his chest as if you were the air that he longed to have.

“You’re here. . .”

He said almost breathless – as if he was unable to believe his own eyes.

His hand came to rest on the back of your head – cradling your head as he pressed a kiss to your head, lingering there for a few moments longer.

“You’re here. . .”

He repeated – holding you tighter. If you listened carefully, you could hear an emotional tinge in his voice.

“Finno. . .”

You whispered – the tears you had suppressed for so long coming in with full force and Fingon did not hesitate to soothe you.

Soon gently lifting your face and locking your lips firmly in a familiar and almost forgotten kiss – soothing half of your crying soul as he embraced you with his tender affection and love, with touch of his desires he was forced to hold back as you were still standing among the shores.

The kiss was nothing short of what you had imagined with Fingon on your countless nights dreaming of meeting him – it was tender, loving, tearful and blissful.

“Come . . .”

He softly whispered.

“We shall meet Maitimo – otherwise he will think I have whisked you away all by myself, melda. . .”

Your heart fluttered as his loving tease just as you remembered came.

You smiled – cupping his face and stroking his cheeks – the imagines of his death finally leaving as he held you. . .your soul slowly reached that peace you had always dreamed of.

Fingon lips stretched into that charming smile that never ceased to flutter your heart.

The softest of red coated your cheeks and her fingers gently traced that smile you longed to see for many ages now.

Fingon reached forward and kissed your forehead – soon taking your hand to guide you to your Maitimo.

You momentarily looked over your shoulder – your motherly instinct making your eyes search for your son.

Elrond met your eyes and nodded encouraging – silently telling all was well as he embraced your daughter -in-law.

“I always knew you would be a wonderful mother – I am very much proud of you, my love – in everything you have chosen to do, no matter how gravely we missed you. . .”

Fingon softly whispered as his hand protectively held your small hand in his strong large hand.

“Thank you, melda. . .”

You smiled -Fingon’s ears perked up recognizing the change of your accent now.

If anything, it pleasantly surprised him – and he endearingly loved how your accent changed to hold only a tinge of your former Valinor accent now – now vastly an accent of Arda with a tinge of your old accent.

His eyes sparkled getting used to the change – realizing how much he already loved it.

“You sound beautiful. . .”

He said – cupping the side of your face gently for a moment.

***

Fingon led you towards the gardens of Lord Irmo – your hands were delicately brushing the flowers of the garden, each one unique to the next.

A vast variety of textures and color you couldn’t find in Arda – making you realize just how long you have been away from your birth place.

Maitimo saw Fingon walking towards him from the corner of his eyes – immediately standing tall.

“Where is she? I heard the last of the boats have-”

But Maitimo seemed to have cut himself off seeing your small figure treading up behind his male lover.

A shaky breath left Maitimo’s lips as his eyes locked with your eyes – the part of his soul that had being missing about to be reunited.

But you could see the clear hesitance in your other lover’s eyes.

Fingon turned to you – giving you the soft encouraging nod as you step past him towards your other lover.

Maitimo’s entire body froze – his eyes wide as you approached him.

It pained you to see him so nervous and scared – he gulped now that you were so close, only a foot or two away.

You knew why he was hesitant and scared – for Maitimo did not even spare you a glance or even spoke to you one last night as he fled from Eonwe’s tents with the silmarils.

He knew you broke your heard as he discarded you for the sake of the oath – he had placed the oath above you.

“Russo. . .”

You said softly reaching out to cup his face – he flinched stepped back a little.

Your heart ached at the sight. He must have seen the flash of hurt that crossed your eyes – because then he left out sigh closing his eyes heavily, before he fully crouched before you.

“Y/N. . .meldanya. . .forgive me. . .”

He whispered – a heartbroken whisper.

You sighed reaching out to cup his face and gently stroked his cheek – he instantly closed his eyes leaning into your touch and kissed your fingertips softy.

“Oh. . .Russo. . .”

You called him softly and pressed a kiss to his forehead as he broke into tears in front of his two lovers.

Fingon came forward – laying a comforting hand on Maitimo and an arm around your waist, his thumb caressing you softly.

“We’re here now. . .together”

Finno whispered laying another kiss to the side of your head – as Maitimo finally had the courage to find your lips in a soft kiss realizing you had forgiven him.

“Together. . .forever. . .”

You promised the two of them – now had you had your lovers back you weren’t going to give them up again.

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featuring maedhros x reader

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n from the imagine here I sent into @imagine-all-the-elves but unfortunely went in as anon for some reason - dealing with a lot angst lately I thought to put into words XD. thank you @theladyvanya for your feedback on this one as well as the amazing title ;)

warnings angst, no comfort

With the pristine white veil now over your face, you awaited your call. Your dress carefully chosen and handcrafted by the finest craftsmanship of the Teleri, decorated in silver and complimented your figure. 

Your eyes twinkled and your lips stretched into a smile. The day when you would finally wed your beloved Maitimo was here, with nothing to stop you. From the early dawn you prepared yourself, wanting to look no less than perfect to your beloved Maitimo.

With your hair braided into intricate and exquisite patterns, you awaited sitting in front of the mirror, holding the bouquet of Teleri flowers in your hands. 

But that was this morning - before the news of all that of the Nolder was delivered to you by your maia friend that rushed through into your chambers with teary eyes. Then slowly, with every word delivered to you, the twinkle of your eyes dulled and disappeared, replacing itself with tears and the smile that your wore crumbled away and sobs now escaped your lips.

You had run out, not caring to even adorn your feet with slippers or boots as you ran to your beloved Nolder prince - ignoring every pain that infested your body, as your bare feet suffered sharp edges of the rocks and rubble it had to endure because of your running. Your body shaking with every cry of heartache.

Your heart was beating erratically - it was drowning out every other voice that desperately called after you as you ran. It was only the words screaming your head and your painfully beating heart that you could hear.

Meldanya. . .

Please, no - let it be not true.

It cannot be true !

No please, it cannot be true.

Please, please !

Maitimo

Your feet lazily and hastily climbed the steps, not caring for the amount of eyes casted on you as you watched upon the ner who was supposed to be your beloved stand in front of his respected father - with his head bowed in submission. 

Maitimo. . . 

You wanted to call out. . . but your voice died in your throat when the crown prince, now King of the Nolder spoke of his oath, in order to reclaim what was once his in front of the Valar without fear and utter dedication, holding no hesitance that made you shiver.

The very rocks Maitimo had worriedly talked to you about many nights ago as he lay on your lap and welcomed your fingers into his hair as you gently brushed it.

Your whole body froze - unbreathing for a second as the ner you were supposed to marry suddenly raised his silver blade in submission to the oath. Your hands that were still holding onto the bouquet of white and blue orchids suddenly heavy and slipped through your fingers, landing on the ground near your feet.

It seemed the voices and yells that disappeared as Maitimo - No ! Nelyafinwë - turned to see you. Your eyes met and the sapphire color of your supposed groom blinked in horror and disbelief as he saw you. 

You could only imagine what you looked like; tear dried face and unblinking wide eyes. . .unbreathing as you looked at him in utter betrayal with the ends of your pristine white wedding dress ripped and dirted.

Your eyes were unblinking as a stray tear caressed down your cheek and he gulped at the sight.

Your body begged to release the sobs you were holding in - the unshed tears that gathered in your eyes weighing as if it was a tidal wave.

Nelyafinwë stepped towards you for a moment, but as soon as he did his name was called over his shoulder - his father’s voice loud and stern.

Slowly you shook your head - almost silently begging him not to leave you. But he did not. . .-he could not pay heed to your words and turned away from you, wincing at the startled and unbelieving gasp that left your trembling lips.

The same lips he had kissed yesterday speaking of all and more, promising you nothing but your happiness and health as he held tenderly close - but now he turned away throwing you into icy depths, where the once warmth you felt faded away into nothingness.

Especially when you had heard of how himself, along with his brothers and father had brutally murdered those of yours, leaving you bloodied and bruised.

Your white dress covered in the red blood of those your considered your kin and friends and your heart endlessly cried.

The Maitimo you loved was no more. . .

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Under the Raindrops

characters maedhros x female reader

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n oh hun— thank you! am very happy you're enjoying it here! sorry for the wait - am still recovering from whatever this is. gif banner as usual from my talented mellon @sorisooyaa- i needed something simple— she made it perfect! <;/3

You sighed— Maedhros was giving another lecture to your group of personal guards.

As annoying as it was for some— you had understood were his concerns laid and did not add to his plate by arguing.

Courting a Nolder elf— a Feanorian at that, put your life at danger more than you could ever know.

Back in Valinor, a time you were ready to get married— your Maitimo was more carefree— he wasn't constantly looking over his shoulder to check if you were still there.

His protectiveness over you had doubled since departing from his mother, losing one of his youngest brothers and his father— you had never seen your beloved tall redhead elf so broken.

After that— he was trying with everything in his power, to keep the rest of his family safe— which included you.

You didn't say a word as he wandered to his office— he gave a small nod over his shoulder, that's all.

You dearly missed your times in Valinor— moments where you could sit on the clean grass and watch the setting sun.

Or late nights beside the fire— Maedhros holding you close to his chest.

At times you felt like crying— the distance between yourself and him that was set after taking the oath was growing bigger and bigger.

As much as you hated to admit— you felt like a little doll for him— to sit still and look pretty.

But despite all those thoughts— you still knew how much your elf loved you— he wouldn't be constantly worrying about your safety if that wasn't the case.

You sat in your room as the evening dragged on into the night— you couldn't help but think you were certainly forgetting something. . .

It was your day off from work— but there was something picking at your mind— an unscratchable itch.

It didn't stop until you saw a pristine white envelope on your desk— your eyes widened and you gasped.

OH SHIT!

The letter you were supposed to deliver to your boss today.

You should have listened to Maedhros and delivered it yesterday— but you, being the master of procrastination left it off until today— on your day off.

Of course, you would forget it— you felt so stupid.

You instantly grabbed the letter and raced out the door— forgetting your guards or to inform Maedhros.

The dark clouds from the evening were now splattering rain— you hoped it wouldn't pour until you got back.

But the moment you reached your boss's home the rain poured down— drenching you top to bottom.

Thankfully— the letter was still kept safe and given to your boss without being wet.

He had offered you a ride back— worried you would get lost in the heavy rain.

But you politely declined— and was already running out before he could ask again.

But moments later you couldn't find the road— the rain was so heavy; it blocked your vision —and you couldn't see past your own nose.

You shivered and hugged yourself— yes, you had forgotten your cloak too.

When you tried to turn back— in the direction of your boss' house to take that offer— you couldn't find your way back either.

You blinked so many times— you lost count.

You felt like crying— lost and alone. . .

Had Maedhros even realized you were gone. . .?

“What do you mean by she's in not in her room?”

Maedhros almost shouted at the guards— the 8ft Nolder elf had their knees shaking in fear.

“We do not know— she didn't notify us of her leave.”

Maedhros frowned— it was rather unlike you to do that.

He groaned— then ran his hand through his bright red hair— he wished you were here to run your fingers through and pull out the knots— braid them if you wanted too.

Maedhros wasn't able to get a moment a peace— now his senses were hypersensitive.

He walked back and forth the length of your room— his guards had already informed your horse was still here— peacefully sleeping in the stables, oblivious to its owner's disappearance.

So, when the eyes of the oldest of Feanor's sons landed on your empty desk— he knew exactly of you whereabouts.

“Bring me my horse!”

He commanded.

He bit back his anger— he had told you to deliver that letter yesterday.

Now that tiny mistake— it made up your fate.

So when Maedhros climbed onto the stallion readied for him with rain showering like an unstoppable storm— he desperately hoped you weren't too far out of his reach.

He led his horse down the rained and flooded roads.

You were the one thing that reminded him of Valinor— of the times with his mother—you gave him the moments of peace in this life after the oath in his blood.

Maedhros wasn't ready to lose you— he never would be. . .

You shivered and sobbed under the heavy rain— then crashed to the flooded ground too cold and tired.

It felt like a giant hailstorm— you felt sick because of how fast it was draining your energy.

You sobbed into your hands— feeling paranoid you would be lost out here and no one would ever find you— and if they did you would probably be dead by then.

It was the middle of the night in heavy rain— and your enemies could be just on horizon— you didn't know.

So, you screamed out when you heard the sound of a large horse approaching you.

“Y/N, meldanya!”

The owner of the horse spoke— and you cried out in relief.

“Russo!”

You threw your arms hastily around him— in fear thinking it was your imagination and then in relief feeling him real.

He carefully wrapped his arms around you— Maedhros held you close to his chest and he murmured about your stupidity.

“What were you thinking, melda?— Look at you! You are all wet! You're cold!”

He spoke—completely alarmed and took off his outer thick long robe and wrapped it around your tiny shaking shoulders.

You sobbed into his chest— while apologizing profusely.

He sighed and ran a hand through your hair— then lovingly kissed the top of your head.

You slowly lifted your head to look up at him —then looked into his burning blue eyes for a long time.

“I missed you so much. . .— I missed you so much!”

Maedhros knew exactly what you meant— he knew how drastically he had already changed.

He knew how much you missed the old elf he was— sometimes he did too. . .

“Áva sorya” (Don't dread).

He whispered to you— and kept gently brushing your wet hair.

Without another word— he easily lifted your small and tiny body — compared his tall and broad body— into his arms and climbed to in horse with ease.

Maedhros whispered sweet nothings on the way back— he kept you covered from the heavy rain with his body and cloak as much as possible.

When you finally reached back— he let his guards take care of the horse and immediately made his way to your room.

With respect— Maedhros stepped outside as you changed sending maids in — if you needed them.

Once you were done— you called him back in and your Maitimo rushed in.

As the maids were sent out— he quickly began a fire inside the fireplace mantle.

He tried to forget the memories the sparks and flames made him remember and quickly sat beside you on the couch.

You didn't waste time and pushed yourself into his warm embrace— feeling safe and warm.

You weren't wet, cold and alone anymore.

He rubbed his hands up and down your arms— you were still shivering and Maitimo held you close as he possibly could.

“Am here. . .— right here. . .”

He said and kissed your hair.

“Am so sorry. . .”

You whispered.

“It's alright. . . you're safe now, meldanya”

“Am sorry for worrying you— I should have listened to you-”

You sobbed and hiccupped.

“Y/N, melda, you could be here in your room— and I still would be worried about you. . .— not a moment is there when am not worried about you. . .”

“No?”

You squeaked.

He let out a chuckle— looking like the old Russo that always had a sibling or more clutched to his arms and legs, cleaning up their mess.

“Yes— I'll always worry about you— you know this. Melinyel, Y/N” (I love you).

“I love you too. . .”

He smiled— then leaned down to your lips and kissed you— softly.

“I will always love you. . .”

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Reader is Maedhros wife from the years of the trees and came with the host of Finarfin for the War of Wrath and along with Eonwe and Maglor, was able to convince Maedhros to return to Valinor and accept his punishment - that way they could be together again. Years after he did his time, he was the first to leave and reunite with his wife. His wife obviously forgave him.

If it's too complicated to write it's okay, you can omit and change it up to your liking to make it easier to write. 🌻🌻

featuring maedhros x wife reader

fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

a/n i loved this request so much - i couldn’t stop thinking about it

warnings angst, little spicy especially towards the end, sadness, forgiveness, small violence, arguments

You didn't know what to do— just continued staring at your husband.

His flaming red hair over his shoulders, freely flowing— standing so tall and handsome about 5 feet away from you.

His fiery blue eyes glimmered— and you realized he was holding back his tears as much as you were.

When your mother-in-law said there was someone here to meet you, you never expected it to be your husband— your long lost husband — the one that you even thought had given up on your marriage— considering the way he spoke to you last— as if dismissing you for good.

For a moment your mind replayed the day of your wedding— just before the year of the trees of Valinor— that day you thought the sun was shining its brightest.

You stood hand-in-hand— you in a shimmering white dress with sparkles of silver and gold— while he stood there as your prince charming and husband-to- be— promising each other the brightest of futures.

When completing your marriage that night— he whispered all and everything into your ears as he made love to you— sweet and tender, pulling his name from you and kissed you with the utmost passion you thought would collapse in his arms— that nothing shall come before you and it was your comfort and heart that mattered the most to him.

He promised you everything and more as he held you close, skin to skin and with your souls intertwined.

But all that and more vanished when he swore under the oath of his father— alongside his brothers and nephew.

It was like you were speaking with another ellon on the shores of Valinor as he was ready to depart with them— you begged him not to go, to stay with you.

He raised his hand — but he stopped seeing the frightened look in your eyes, he trying to cup your face but seeing you react negatively. . . deep down he knew it was only the beginning.

Maedhros sighed and left you on the shores, with his mother and Curufin’s wife. 

You stayed put as instructed to do so — but during the War of Wrath you no longer cared what Maedhros had told you — you set out to fight putting yourself in as the host of Finarfin even if your kin had disagreed with you.

But you had to go. You had mainly joined to see your beloved again — to comfort and hold him for just moment and promised Nerdanel to deliver her prayers to her last two lving sons.

Silently thanking him for the years of training your Maitimo had given you, fought your way through battle — even as the fire breathing beasts joined. 

You kept fighting through — with the one goal of wanting to see your husband again — you didn’t care for the wounds, ache, blood and mud on you. You kept fighting through, even when tears flowed down your face and rejoiced as Manwe’s eagles came.

When the battle was over and with the defeat of Morgoth — you tried to face your husband. But Eonwe and Maglor was already there by the time you found him.

Eonwe was right they had to summon themselves to justice for everything they had done.

You never witnessed the two brother break into a heated argument— the oath had broken apart this family more than you could ever imagine. 

When Maglor had made the point of Manwe or even Varda being able to release them from the oath you had jumped to agree — that’s when Maedhros froze and it broke your heart because your beloved husband had only noticed you now.

The entire time Maedhros had kept his back to you and he tried to turn but he stopped himself — and strictly dismissed you.

“This does not concern you, Y/N.”

That was definitely not ellon you once knew — he spoke to you with a gentle and loving words and with a tone that made you float. 

No — this rough edged voice. . . it shocked you.

Your Maitimo has changed — after watching his younger brothers die, take the precious lives of others and tortured under Morgoth. . . he had changed completely.

You reached for his hand — you did not care for which one — it didn’t matter to you because you had hoped at least your touch would bring back the ellon you knew before.

You looked up at him.

“Maitimo, vero, please listen to us. We can stop this now. We can be together. We do not need to take anymore lives. Please just accept your punishment and then. . . we can be together again. . .” (husband).

“Together?”

He glared down at you — then roughly yanked away the arm that was missing a limb from your hand.

“Together? And what? Have everything my brothers died for come to nothing? Everything brothers and I have done become nothing? We have done so much and been through so much, Y/N!  — And what the fuck do you want to do? Throw that all away? Do you even understand what you are asking me to do, you foolish girl?”

“Vero. . .” (husband).

His eyes twitched like a madman’s.

“If you do not understand what any of this means to me — then you shouldn’t be my wife at all!”

Maedhros suddenly raised your sword at you — almost shocking and scaring the life out of you.

Maglor had jumped in — quickly pushing you out of the way, making you trip and fall onto the ground and held back his brother.

You sobbed on the ground in seeing you have completely lost your husband to the oath.

From that day you had never stopped crying —wondering if Maedhros wanted to break off your marriage then. Then when hearing Maedhros and Maglor has stolen the silmarils — Maedhros throwing himself into a volcano with two of them and Maglor casting his into the sea you had never known.

You simply returned to Nerdanel in heartbreak and utter loss.

Living there almost like a soulless dying elleth, wondering if your marriage was over and when or if Maedhros returns, would he search for you?

Over the years — you brought yourself out less and less —only meeting Nerdanel, Curufin’s wife or Maglor’s wife unless absolutely necessary — otherwise you locked yourself away in your own world. 

“Veri . . .” (Wife).

Maedhros’ voice quickly brought you back to the present.

He has taken a step closer.

“Please say something. . .”

He begged you — the whole time he watching you as shifted into your mind’s eye.

After all this time. . .

“Am I still your wife?”

You whimpered — wondering what you meant to him.

“Of course you are!” 

He didn’t hesitate to answer you.

Then — he suddenly lifted you onto the table — you gasped as he did — he wanted to look into your eyes without causing strain on your neck or his neck.

He carefully and slowly cupped your face  — he had scared you so many times and it was eating him apart —he kept punishing himself for it.

While taking the oath he had broken all his promises to you.

“If you will still have me. . .”

He whispered — tears pooling his eyes when he looked into your eyes.

You noticed how he sometimes forgot how he has both hands when he tried brush away your own tears.

“. . .Because Eru knows, am not deserving of fair loving maiden like you.”

You let out a sob and placed your forehead against his forehead.

“Of course, Maitimo . . .- of course I’ll still have you. I was so . . . - so scared you wanted to break off our marriage.”

“No.”

He immediately shook his head.

“That is not what I wanted, melda. I want you. . . I want us. . .”

“Then prove it to me. . .Make love to me. . . Renew our wedding. . .”

You whispered to him.

Maedhros didn’t need to be told twice —he lips quickly smashed onto your lips, latching on and immediately lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your husband was on you —pressing himself to you and kissing you deeply as he made his way over to your once shared chambers.

He delicately placed you on the bed as if you were fragile thing.

He pulled back to look into your eyes, still looking for permission and when you nodded he dived back in — littering kisses all over you.

Maedhros harshly pulled down your dress and his robes and took you in his arms, his hands roaming every inch of skin he could find.

Years —centuries had he waited for this and this time he planned to keep his promises to you as he pushed himself in and out of you with tenderness, marking your skin with his kisses and whispers sweet nothing in your ears.

“I love you . . .” 

He whispered delicately into you ears.

“I love you too, Maitimo. . .  — but don’t you dare break my heart again!”

He chuckled, but still placed a loving kiss on your forehead and still buried deep inside you.

“I promise, veri. . .never. . . I do not plan on losing you ever again.”

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