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Things You Do That Turn Them On

Characters: Fingolfin, Fingon, Turgon, Argon, Finarfin, Finrod, Angrod, Aegnor, Galdor, Ecthelion, Glorfindel, Egalmoth, Rog, Maeglin, Thingol, Beleg, Gwindor, Gil-Galad, Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir, Erestor, Manwe, Namo, Irmo, Eonwe

A/N: This was such a post to make >.< Been a while since I’ve put some smutty content out there. As for the Feanorians, they already had a headcanon like this answered—can be found here ➳ What Turns the Feanorians On. So this post is for all the other characters.

Warnings: fem!reader, 18+ content, manhandling, roughhousing, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, asphixyiation, power play, hunter and prey, public sex, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, lingerie, pet names, size difference, stomach bulging, avian traits (hybrid themed), restraints

Synopsis: Non-sexual and sexual things you do that turn them on

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Underrated Characters: How they are as sworn shields

Characters: Curufin, Turgon, Amrod, Amras, Argon, Angrod, Aegnor, Gwindor, Galdor, Egalmoth, Rog, Beleg, Thingol, Gil-Galad, Elladan, and Elrohir.

With: Reader

AU: Medieval AU

For: The Underrated Characters Event run by @doodle-pops

Warnings: Very mild blink and you might very well miss it angst.

Wordcount: 700 + words

Summary: Underrated character as a sworn shield

He is conscientious about his duties and refuses to ever step beyond the bounds of a sworn knight and protector. If he feels an attachment stronger than one of leal service, he will take care to keep it well hidden.

How would elves behave during an argument?

A/N: Remember that English is not my first language so I hope I wrote in the best way <3

Characters: Rog, Galdor, Glorfindel, Maedhros, Legolas (bonus)

Rog: guys, this elf would be really scary. Contrary to what you might think, he would lose his temper very easily; he works all day in the darkness of the forges and when he leaves he just wants to have a good rest, so further stress from an argument would drive him out of his mind. He's the typical person who screams without thinking twice and says things he doesn't mean in anger. His way would destroy you every time, making you burst into tears from how bad he made you feel... but as soon as he saw a small tear running down your face he fell silent, forgetting everything that was happening; Was it him who made you like this? He was making the only person who loved him and who had always supported him in his darkest moments cry. He would stay still for some time, with a thousand thoughts in his head when a louder sob from you would bring him back to reality. He would apologize to you but he would do it without meeting your gaze, he is suffering too much for what he did and he wouldn't have the courage to see your destroyed expression. But you knew that he loves you more than anything after all. With difficulty you would get up and hug him as tight as possible, telling him that everything was fine, that you knew he didn't think those things and that you loved him... You couldn't see his face, but a tear fell from his eyes.

Galdor: NOW LET'S ALL GIVE A HUG TO THIS WONDERFUL ELF TOGETHER. He would always try to find a solution peacefully, without discussions and the need to argue, but if this happens you should not fear anything from him. He would NEVER scream, he would NEVER raise his voice, he would NEVER say anything mean to you just to hurt you or win the argument. I mean, it would be fantastic. Maybe due to particular circumstances you would have become so upset that you felt angry against the elf, but in any case he would have spoken to you in a calm and reasonable tone, making you understand that you didn't need to react that way. If the pain brought you to tears, he would hug you and console you like a defenseless child, helping you and trying to get you to vent so that he could fully understand what was troubling you so as to avoid misunderstandings. Galdor would have been able to understand and love you more than anyone else, always.

Glorfindel: It was rare to argue with the blond elf, but sometimes it happened and the situation became quite lively. Glorfindel always tried to keep his problems to himself and not involve others because he was convinced that difficult moments should only be faced with those you love. Furthermore, he certainly wanted to avoid all that useless gossip that many elves had on any topic that might attract their curiosity. Although his character was often extroverted and playful even in the saddest situations for this reason, when he argued with you it wasn't uncommon to hear shouts and snorts coming from your rooms. They would not be screams that expressed malice, but screams that asked to be listened to; it was natural for him to raise his voice when he wasn't listened to and in that way he expressed all his frustration and the pain that the discussion with you was bringing him. He always acted for your good and feeling attacked made him suffer, he wondered what he was doing wrong, what more did you want from him. But the intense mix of emotions inside him prevented him from acting rationally, forgetting how to express them and focusing only on everything you said. After a long time arguing like this you would have reached the point of being exhausted and progressively raising your voice would have left you breathless. You would stop to breathe for a fraction of seconds, with the certainty that everything would soon start again. But after rubbing your eyes, you looked at your elf's face and saw in him all the pain that he was trying to say to you through his tone of voice; his fists were clodes, his head was bowed, his forehead shiny with sweat and a few blond hairs stuck to it. In an instant you understood everything... You breathed a heavy sigh and quickly approached him to hug him, starting to beg him to forgive you and sobbing heavily between one apology and another... Caught off guard, after a few seconds he relaxed his arms and reciprocated the hug. Finally he let himself go to his feelings; he rested his head on your head and the wet of sweat combined with the wetness of a few tears. So he was able to express everything he felt and only at that point would you be able to clarify and return to being happy and in love as always "I just want to always be perfect for you".

Maedhros: I'm sure fights with the red-head would be very peaceful. Having grown up in a large family and in the role of an older brother, he had developed a lot of patience thanks to which he could easily handle any type of conflict with you. Contrary to what many might think, after Angbad Mae would not have vented the pain on you with shouts and insults, but quite the opposite. After the terrible torture he suffered, the only thing he wanted was to feel accepted and in you he found his salvation; in all the darkest moments where his mind couldn't differentiate reality from dreams you were there by his side to help him, without ever making him feel wrong and making him understand how strong he was to have overcome such a trauma. For this reason, he would feel like a terrible elf during arguments. He only wanted to offer you the support that you represented to him every day but instead he felt more like a burden to you. This would make him cry a lot, but in silence and alone, because he feared that with every little clash you would abandon him. He just needed time, time to understand that you would never, ever abandon him; you always told him that you loved him more than anyone else and that he needed your support to be able to return to the sweet, confident elf he once was, and you would do anything to help him. Needless to say, every time the arguments were resolved without even face them... there was too much love that bound your hearts to ruin it for superficial reasons.

BONUS. Legolas: So, I honestly see Legolas as the kind of elf who would be capable of walking away during an argument. Perhaps due to stress, lack of patience or lack of desire for confrontation, he could stop the conversation, pick up and leave the place where you were. But in reality his behavior would be the solution to the problem. In fact, the much anger that you had accumulated would have faded with distance and the passage of time and would have made both of you understand how much you cared for each other. Solitude would have helped Legolas to think clearly about the problem and find a possible solution to make them both happy. When you met again you would have made peace, both apologizing for your abrupt ways and organizing something to spend the evening together.

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Elves when you break their heart (for a lack of better title)

AN: Idk why I am writing this but here it is. This author likes the idea of doomed relationships both platonic and romantic :D (Also can we have a funny event so I can feel like writing again? Pretty plsss)

Summary: Angst

Characters: Rog, Celebrimbor, Finrod

🔨Rog🔨:

"Oh my," you wheeze folding into yourself as you catch your breath. The elf a few feet away from you looks paler than snow when you look up to smile at him.

A sheepish grin spreads across your face, trying not to show how a flight of stairs came so close to taking you out. But the poor elf turns green and you consciously wipe your lips noticing the blood on the back of your hand. That explains.

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In Chains And Yet Free

Pairing: Rog x fem!Reader

Summary: After the Fall of Gondolin, you and Rog are captured and brought to Angband.

Warnings: mentiones of the Fall of Gondolin, Injuries, talking about death (it's way more hopeful than this makes it sound, I promise)

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You were the only person Rog recognised. There was of course the possibility that there were others from Gondolin here, but if they were he hadn't been able to find them.

He had never intended to return to this cursed place, he had been ready to end his own life. But then he had seen how you had been dragged along.

He had loved you for a long time. Back then you had sometimes come to his forge and brought him flowers from outside because you found the forge 'too dull' otherwise.

Angband was no place for someone like you. You loved nature and its wonders. You loved the animals and the feel of the sun on your skin. Looking you had always shown him that there was more than the darkness.

On nights when he had had the feeling that the darkness was closing in on him again, he had sought you out. It was enough to see you from afar, because no matter how dark the sky was, you were his light.

He couldn't leave you alone. The painful and draining working conditions in Angband would kill you, and even if you were reembodied, you wouldn't be the same. Not of you died alone in the darkness.

Rog couldn't let that happen.

Luckily, Morgoth didn't really care what happened to his workers as long as the work got done.

So it didn't bother anyone when he sneaked out of his cell one evening to look for you. The labourers' cells were never well secured, because to escape Angband you had to cross a river of lava and a high wall, not to mention several balrogs and thousands of orcs. So it was almost impossible. He had only managed to escape by luck. He and a few others, who later became members of his house in Gondolin, had found a forgotten tunnel that led outside. But Rog was sure that they had filled in the tunnel or let it collapse by now.

The heat cut into his face as his dry eyes searched for you and it wasn't long before he found you. You lay shivering in a corner of your own cell and only moved when he opened the door.

Your eyes grew wide. "Rog?" Your voice trembled and tears escaped your eyes. "Oh no," you shake." You cannot be here again! That- " You let out a quiet sob and stumbled to your feet.

That was so you again. Rog felt a pleasant tingling sensation, which he had always felt when you had brought him flowers. Of course you thought of him first and not that you were in the same situation.

"How are you?" he asked gently, running his eyes carefully over your body.

"I am fine, don't worry. Especially now that you are here," you whispered softly, but Rog had just discovered a burn on your forearm that you had probably sustained while working.

He gently reached for your arm and then pulled out an ointment and rubbed it gently into your burned skin. "Me and a few others made this years ago from the few plants you can find here," he explained in response to your questioning look. "The ointment helps with healing and soothes the pain, but it doesn't prevent scars." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you swallow and nod.

His eyes rested for a moment longer on the burn on your arm. You'd only been here a day and you were already hurt. Why hadn't he managed to find you sooner?

"I am sorry," he whispered and felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"No Rog," you breathed and put a hand on his cheek. "That you are here shows me that not all is lost."

He didn't say anything but simply leant his head against your shoulder. Because your warmth was different from the heat of Angband. It was gentle, like the first rays of the sun on a spring morning.

The days went by and it wasn't often that Rog let you out of his sight. You were always together. Every night you slept arm in arm and even though the smoke in Angband slowly washed the scent of flowers from your hair and body, Rog always noticed that you still smelled like home to him.

It was on one of these nights that you suddenly said: "A month."

"Mmmh?"

"We've been here for a month now. It would be high summer in Gondolin now and the smell of flowers and strawberries would fill the streets." You were lying with your back to Rog. He had one arm wrapped around your waist and his chest was pressed against your back.

Rog didn't know why, but he asked you: "Did you have plans for this summer?" The question was pointless. No matter what your plans had been, you were here now and not in Gondolin. Your plans no longer mattered.

"I would have liked to get married," you said quietly and Rog froze. He hadn't expected that. "Of course, I would have had to confess my feelings to the love of my life first." You laughed softly, but it was a sad laugh. "I always thought I still had so much time."

Rog's arm tightened a little and he inevitably pulled you closer to him. "I am so sorry."

"What are you talking about?" you asked quietly. "It is not your fault, my dear Rog. If you were not here, who knows how I would feel. You are my light in this darkness."

"I love you." he said, because in his head those were the only words that made sense now. The only ones he wanted to say. Who knows what happened in the next few days, but he wanted you to know how he felt and that he was yours for the next few hours.

"Rog." you breathed softly and turned round in his arms until you were lying chest to chest with him and could feel his hot breath on your face. "You are the person I would have loved to marry this summer. I cannot tell you how relieved and scared I am that you are here. Relieved because I know you are still alive, scared because you are suffering now."

"As long as you are by my side, any suffering is bearable." he said softly, leaning closer to you. "When we get out of here, will you marry me?"

"Yes." you said, but your happiness was short-lived, "But what if we never get out of here?"

"One day we will." Rog said and gently kissed your lips. It was only a brief, feather-light touch, but it still showed you that he meant it. "And if it is through death itself. Then we will wait for each other in the halls, and when we are reembodied, I will take you as my wife and make you the happiest elleth in all of Valinor."

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Rog NSFW Alphabet

Request: hello, for a request would you be willing to do a Rog NSFW alphabet? i love him and cannot get enough of him and was very happy to see the Rog appreciators come out of the woodworks during confessions a few weeks ago. if not, no biggie, thanks for taking the time to read this & have a lovely day <3

A/N: Hey nonnie I was so willing to a Rog NSFW Alphabet. I also don't think @saviorsong would let me live it down if I didn't do it. I love it when the Rog Lovers show up for Confession Night. It's my fave. I Hope you have a love day to anon!

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Hey! First time requesting here, so I hope this one will be okay. How about Rog reuniting with reader he met during his captivity in Angband? He hasn't seen them ever since he escaped until one day reader finds their way to Gondolin. Reader is scarred and scared, but happy to see him and maybe it's a heartwarming reunion. And maybe after taking reader in, he made a habit to read for them since they had a poor eye sight so they couldn't see words properly and because they find his voice soothing like all those years ago in Angband.

Found Again

featuring rog x fem reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

warnings slight angst, fluff, mention of captivity and torture, silm AU

a/n @animatorweirdo i hope you enjoy hun- changed it up just minor

Rog had been the forges as per usual – keeping the energy alive with his casual jokes but focus on his hammering on the iron still running through.

But the moment he heard the other smiths speaking of the lost and battered elf found near the gates of the hidden city – his voice and hammering slowly died down.

His eyes widened at the description that matched you without fail – his whole body was rigid for a moment as he let out shaky unbelieving breath.

Without another words – his body rushed out he doors of the forges his entire being bouncing joy to the depths of his soul.

His beat rapidly with each step.

Rog quickly asking for the directions to where you could be to many people – he couldn’t control his excitement today as he hastily asked and thanked him for letting him know about you – only to leave King Turgon rather confused and taken back at the head of the dinner table.

Even Princess Idril giggled at his antics as Rog was in and out the moment he heard of your placement.

His feet ran towards in the infirmary fast – as if he waited any longer his poor heart would break out of his own ribcage.

He remembered the countless nights together with you during the captivity – even though the dark and run-down walls of the cell you were the light that told him to keep fighting.

He remembered how you allowed him to hold you when you needed comfort – his strong arms would instantly wrap around you, and he would tell your great stories filled with only joy and laughter to make you smile when you were hurting.

Rog remembered how your eyes would shine every time he started telling you a story – smiling even as you fell asleep in his arms despite the pain you experienced earlier.

Rog rushed through the doors of infirmary – almost startling the healer in sights – the smile on his lips only growing as his eyes met with yours.

You sat quietly on the bed – almost afraid of the healers to touch you, jumping as the doors opened so suddenly.

Your eyes only widened more in recognition of you stood before you.

Your dry mouth refused to form words – but Rog was beside you in seconds, kneeing before you on the side of the bed – his hands gently cupping yours bruised hands.

“Y/N. . .?”

His voice was gentle and soothing – just like you always remembered it was.

His eyes sparkling like you remembered many a times – enough for you dream them.

You truly could not believe your eyes – your hands somewhat trembled in his before you slowly left then away from his hands and gently – and shakily – brought him to his face.

Though quite intimate you couldn’t stop yourself from cupping strong jawline and cheeks of his jawline – his smooth skin underneath your fingertips once again.

“. . . Rōka.”

You gently whispered – your voice meek and raspy from your journey to here.

He almost sighed in relief – not minding how your hands cupped his face. He frowned although he couldn’t deny how touch your hands on his face felt good and reviving.

“You’re safe. . . you’re here. . .”

Rog whispered – almost convincing himself before he grinned up at you excitedly.

Your heart fluttered seeing that smile again – how beautiful is was just as the day you last saw it.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’ll see that smile again – probably having to live again if possible, to see so – you thanked whatever luck you had by your side as you saw it again.

Rog stayed with you that afternoon – refusing to leave until you did was your healer instructed so.

Somethings frightened you – tools that looked strikingly like the weapons used in your captivity.

You were more than positive – if it weren’t for Rog’s comforting and familiar arms around you, you would have surely screamed and hit the healer’s hands or even kicked by self-defence – thinking the worst possible.

Rog had to even gently hold your arms sometimes – seeing how violently tried to jerk away anything sharp or crushed plants.

You had refused to leave Rog’s side the following days – thinking it was only a dream and you truly hadn’t found his hidden elven paradise.

It was as if Rog was your only strength and courage to walk through and find yourself again.

Sometimes you had even stuck by his side in the forges – Rog did not seem to mind however, rather he was excited to show anything and everything.

You were a little afraid of the fire however – so he only kept you to see the little things.

He was always looking for ways to make you smile – make you feel welcome and at home.

It was Rog who took the initiative to help you introduce yourself to King Turgon – it was common curtesy after all to meet and acknowledge your king.

Rog stood tall beside you – aiding you in whatever you needed to say or do.

When Rog heard you had trouble sleeping it was broken his heart.

“Do try and rest, Y/N. . .”

He said gently after the healer once again instructed you to rest.

“I can’t. . .”

You mumbled quietly – your voice barely audible.

“I’m scared to. . .”

You admitted.

“Scared of what, elen?” (star).

He asked – his voice was tender laced with concern.

“Scared it’s. . . all a dream. . .”

You almost whimpered.

“Scared. . .I’ll close my eyes. . .then open them again only to see you gone. . .and I’m alone. . .*again*.”

You said scared – your bottom lip quivering.

Rog’s heart ached that your words and he gently shook his head.

“Never, elen. . .you have my word. . .you shall never be alone again – I’ll never let you be alone again. I’m right here, elen, always – I shall promise you that with my soul. . .”

He smiled – promising you tenderly with an unyielding determination within his voice.

A determination that inspired you.

“Read to me. . .?”

You smiled – your eyes softly connecting with his eyes.

“I was hoping you would ask.”

He grinned – pulling out the book he was eager to read to you.

You giggled at his excitement as you settled comfortably - listening to his voice bringing you to a safe slumber.

Your lips forming a fond smile as your eyes closed listening to every word that fell from his lips.

You finally felt safe once again. . . and it was all because of your Rōka. . . finally you were found again. . .

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*Rog, exhausted after pulling 3 all nighters in the row in his personal forge, freshly showered and ready to collapse into bed*

Y/N *already in bed, blinking blearily: Rog, love is that you? Have you finally finished your tasks in the forge? *throws the covers and her open* Come, you need lots of rest.

Voice distant and fading at the back of his mind, he heard the whisper of you calling him to bed and followed. His mind was turned off before his body collided with the bed, unable to wish you a 'good night' or 'thank you'. Instead, light snores were heard as his head met the pillow and body halfway off the mattress.

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