#thingol 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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Caranthir: You have to drag him to the court every time. Get him some vitamin D and fresh air. He whines and bemoans the loss of his comfortable nooks, but once he's outside? He actually enjoys it. Will he complain the entire time? Absolutely. Annoyingly, he gets good at it way faster than you do. That doesn't stop the resistance he puts up every single time.

Celegorm: He genuinely enjoys pickleball. He loves being outside, so when you find a sport you like, he's in. He's cocky about it too. Rules? Points? Who needs those? In his books, whoever hits the ball to the other side is winning. He's smashing shots, skidding across the court, booing every time he loses. He's in his element. But here's the secret, he'll let you win (mostly) because he actually likes playing with you. He's not about to risk you rage quitting.

Thranduil: He judges you for going to play without him. Then he announces a whole ass tournament for Greenwood the Great. Makes it doubles so you have to beg him to join. He agrees after displaying immense smugness about being your partner. He'll glare the opponents away and win that tournament. Fair and square can go drown.

Nerdanel (xoxoxo❤️❤️😘😘💋💋🫦🫦🥺🥺 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️): She joins you. With her glorious arms. Ones that might have inspired Michelangelo's ladies in the Sistine Chapel. You've not hit a single shot. You almost forget to swing, lost instead in her laughter, her curls fighting against their braids, her hands gripping the paddle. You gulp. And if you bend down to pick up the ball more than necessary, well, that's no one's business.

Feanor: He is, as always, INTENSE. You both don't even talk while playing. He has epic battle music playing in his earphones. He's already challenged half of Valinor and placed wagers, sworn oaths. He will train you. Drill you into proper stretches, warming up with laps. This is way more than just a game.

- You do not even know how he went missing. He was in his pasture when you were finishing things up at the stable, and when you were about to fetch him inside, he was nowhere to be found. 

- He liked to stay near the stable, so he wasn't the runaway type, but there was also no damage done to any of the fences, so you do not know how he even got out of the pasture. It was like he simply vanished into the thin air. 

- You suspected horse poachers or Melkor since his riding school was near and he was known to trick riders into giving up their horses, but it wasn't him since he allowed you to look around his stable and Thingol wasn't there. So, all you could do was to set missing posters, but even they proved useless. 

- For a whole year, Thingol was missing. You gradually accepted that he was dead. 

- You were a wreck to say the least. You were struggling with your depression and had grown a shorter temper as you would easily snap toward anyone if they annoyed you or made a mistake. It grew so bad that Yavanna forced you to attend therapy and take a break from the stable, which helped you very little.

- Till... the day when Thingol went missing arrived. You were loitering at the fence of the pasture, staring and imagining Thingol standing there, eating grass and trotting over to greet you. The moon was full in the sky, and you could hear the nightingales singing in the forest. 

- You saw something shining in the forest. It was subtle and quick, so you didn't get a good look at it but saw it. It looked like some kind of light. 

- You jerked up when you heard a distant neigh of a horse and saw something moving in the forest.

- Despite the better judgment of never going alone in the woods in the middle of the night, you grabbed a flashlight and went to investigate. 

- You ventured through the woods, watching as the nightingales and other birds were acting weirdly, and flowers were blooming despite it being night. Something spooky was going on, but despite the goosebumps and the creepy feeling of being watched, you continued when you heard a whine. 

- After minutes of walking and searching, you came across your gray stallion. 

- "Thingol!" you exclaimed as you approached him. 

- Your gentle giant stood patiently as you came to him, recognizing you and allowing you to stroke his mane as you took in his state. His mane was mantled, and his hooves were slightly overgrown. His ribs were showing, so it was obvious he had not eaten well in a long time. 

- "Where have you been, boy? I thought you were dead," you questioned as he brushed his head against you. 

- You felt happy to see him, but then shock settled in when you saw something move in a pile of leaves. 

- It was a newborn foal with a coat darker than night. On its forehead, you saw a strange mark that resembled a flower and a star. It was unlike any other forehead markings you had seen. 

-The foal loudly whined, and the birds went crazy above you. 

- You didn't know what to think. You first looked around for a mare, but when you saw nothing. You took out your phone and called for help since the foal was shivering. 

- With the help of a friend, you brought Thingol back to the stable and carried the foal in a large basket. 

- You had Thingol fed and placed the foal in the warmest box possible. You dried the foal with a towel and made some warm bottled milk. 

- The nightingales and some of the birds had strangely followed you inside the stable, watching and chirping as you fed the milk to the foal, which she devoured in a minute while struggling to stand with her shaking legs. 

- The foal was a lovely little filly. Thingol was cautiously observing you and the foal, so you didn't need to guess if it was his. The real question was. Who was the mare? 

- After the night, you had a vet check on Thingol and the filly. Doriath didn't currently have a mare to act as a substitute, so you had to care for the filly and make sure she got the food she needed. 

- You had some people look around the forest in hopes you might find the mare, but it proved pointless as there weren't even hoof prints to follow. It was like the mare just came and disappeared when you found Thingol. 

- You decided to leave it be and focus on getting Thingol back in shape. You got his hooves trimmed and shoes redone as they had fallen off during his time of wandering. His mane was ruined beyond saving, so you had it cut short and let it grow healthy again. You also focused on helping him regain some weight while wondering what to do with his new foal. 

- Oddly, you felt bonded with the little filly. Despite being born two days ago, she was already running around and whining playfully to get either you or Thingol to play with her. And when she was near, you felt peaceful and even filled with joy. It was like the anger that had crippled you from within for the past year had vanished entirely. 

- As your heart was filled with love for her, you decided to name her Luthien for her beauty and that it was a full moon when she was born in the forest. 

- Caring for Luthien proved to be a challenge. She was a dear and ate her food when it was time to feed and never wandered too far from you or her father. However, she had a great love for playing games. It would take hours before she would get tired and odd things started happening around her. 

- The nightingales had stayed around and even played with the energetic filly. It was like they were there to watch her and you. It was a bit unsettling when they would look at you from the trees, but you somehow managed to ignore it. However, the strangest thing was the trail of flowers Luthien would leave behind in the pastures. 

- She would run happily in a straight line, and flowers would grow behind her, attracting butterflies and birds. You first believed that you had accidentally taken horse medicine and started hallucinating, but when you saw the flowers continuously growing behind Luthien and other people took notice. You finally believed you did not accidentally take horse drugs. 

- It was now clear that Luthien had some kind of magical powers. You have never been a believer in magical things till now. 

- "Thingol... I need to ask," you said as you two watched Luthien run around, growing flowers and plants wherever she went. "Was the woman you banged some kind of fairy?" you glanced at him, and your stallion only looked away. 

- You felt worried if letting Thingol be in the same pasture as Luthien would be a good idea, but your concerns vanished when you saw how gentle he was with her. He proved to be a good help, keeping Luthien in sight and calling her back whenever she wandered too far.

- Luthien grew beautifully and was as playful as ever. However, her looks and strange abilities began to attract attention. 

- You had been successful in convincing Yavanna and others to keep her abilities a secret, but her looks gained the attention of those who were willing to buy her. You turned them away as you had no intention to sell her, but when Melkor came to you. Things began to grow even more creepy. 

- Luckily, Luthien seemed to know how to control her abilities, so she seemed like an ordinary horse. However, Melkor appeared like he knew something about her. He tried to be a smooth talker. He congratulated you on finding Thingol before trying to pique your interest in selling Luthien. 

- You were angry as you didn't trust him in the slightest, and despite you wanting to punch him in the face, you continued refusing his offers till he finally left. He did tell you something unnerving, which made you fear for Luthien's safety. 

- Yavanna assured you that Melkor wouldn't dare to do anything despite her assurance. You considered training Luthien some basics, or some enoughts that would help her stay away from Melkor. 

- Luthien was incredibly smart for a horse, and she seemed to know whenever your mood was down, so she did things to cheer you up, like bringing you a flower she either grew or found or nibbling your hair to make you giggle. 

- You couldn't lie that being with her helped you cheer up, and the anger and anxiety vanished in her presence. As time passed, you felt more assured that she would be fine. 

- The mystery of her mare mother was never solved. Some people at the stable tried to come up with theories about the mare, but none really came near to a convincing truth. One particular theory about Luthien's mother being some kind of mythical horse became the number one theory. 

- You called it bullshit, but since Luthien had strange powers, you couldn't help but lean into the theory. 

- Well... your doubts about the theory vanished one night when you were finishing things up at the stable. You had Thingol and Luthien fed and prepared to leave home. 

- You closed the doors and then saw the nightingales you had seen around the stable act weirdly again and fly toward the forest, where you saw the light and something standing at the edge of the forest. 

- It was a horse, and it was glowing with strange light. The nightingales and the birds flocked around it, singing and chirping. You could see vines and flowers growing out of its mane. Its eyes were glowing green, staring at you. 

- You were frozen in your place as you were both enthralled by its beauty and frightened as the creature looked like a ghost. It was standing at the edge of the forest, but you could see the same mark on its forehead. It felt like hours as you couldn’t look away from the beautiful being, but then the horse disappeared, leaving nothing behind as all turned to normal. 

- You found yourself able to move again and you pondered explanations on what you just saw and the possibility if the horse was…Luthien’s mare mother. They both bear the same forehead marking.

A warm, callused hand gliding over your ribcage made you arch your back. That same hand now cupped yor ass and you tensed, waiting for the strike that would follow.

It was sharp, stinging, robbing you of breath. Skin turned red and then he spanked you again, and again, even branding your thighs, making you throb and writhe. You panted, your body already on fire. “D-don’t stop,” you breathe. “Please.”

Thingol spanked you once more, before gently massaging your sore muscles, letting his hand glide your thighs, your belly. “Do you have any idea how you drive me wild when you say that?”

You could only muster a nod. You couldn’t see him, couldn’t see the effect you were having on him. All you knew was what he was making you feel, like you were the only thing in the world to him.

The next spank made you jump. “I like how you writhe beneath me.” There was a second spank, then he dipped his head, just low enough, till his lips were brushing over the shell of your ear. The warmth of his tongue sent a tremble down your spine. “And that’s where you should be,” he rasped. “You should be beneath me.”

Your response was drowned with a kiss. It was slow, lingering. It made your pulse quicken, your body ache with even more desire. The warmth of his skin when he pressed his body against yours was addicting. You simply couldn’t get enough of it. When you arched your back his hands came to rest on your thighs. “Spread your legs,” he ordered.

Despite the blindfold, despite being bound to the bed, you could feel the strength in the coiled muscles of his thighs as they forced yours apart, how his hand came to rest on your hip, as if to hold you in place. Your back arched again when he rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit. He groaned when he felt the lushness of your slick heat. He wanted to feel more of it around his cock. “Yes?” he breathed.

He kept rubbing his cock against your wet slit, sending jolts through you. When he teased you by entering you a little, then pulling out again, you mewl, “yes.”

His cock nudged past your clit, stretching your walls. Blindfolded, unable to see, unable to move your hands, you feel so much more. How his breath felt warmer, how his touch felt rougher, how his cock stretched your hole as he sunk his lenghth deepper and deeper. Thingol’s tongue licked past your parted lips, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh of your lower lip. His free hand roamed your body, tracing lines over your collarbone, gliding over to cup one of your breasts. Artful fingers pinched a nipple, drawing out a muffled moan from you, prolonging your pleasure. You could feel your eyes roll back when he started with a gentle, shallow thrust. “T-thingol,” you sobbed, craving release. “P-please….”

His free hand was now gliding lower, before resting your ass again. The spank that followed made you whimper. “Does that feel good, my starlight?” When you hummed a barely audible yes, that you wanted more, Thingol indulged you. Shallow thrusts grew rough and deep, making you cry out his name. The feeling of your cunt growing empty every time he pulled, only to stretch and fill every time he slammed his hips into you made you gasp, making your mind go blank, made you feel like you were floating. Through the fog, you could hear his grunts, now deep and laboured. Your own breath came in erratic huffs. You rest your feet on the backs of his thighs. You felt your walls throb and clench, and your body felt like it was racing toward a precipice. Thingol found a rhythm you liked and rode you relentlessly, dipping his head so his lips could feast on yours. Soft, you barely thought. His lips were so soft and so hungry and demanding. Your breath caught, everything suddenly went still, and then--

Your world felt like it had blackened and come to a halt. Your body felt like it had splintered into a hundred pieces. You couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe, your fingers gripping tight onto the silk binds as your orgasm ripped through you, making every inch of you tremble as it had never done before. Thingol’s name rolled off your lips in a whisper. Through your blissed-out haze, you felt Thingol thrust one final time before he climaxed with a satisfied grunt.

The world felt so still for the longest possible time. The clock ticking away was the first thing you heard, then his breath, and yours. The weight on the bed shifted, and you suddenly felt empty when he pulled out of you. Minutes passed, and then, the mattress sank again. Hands went to work on you. The first to come off was the silk binds, then your blindfold. The room was lit with the light of a single candle, and Thingol was right there, seated next to you, brushing back your hair. “Are you well, my starlight?”

You felt like you were floating back to earth. “So good, meleth,” you murmur. “Tonight went better than I thought it would.”

Thingol was relieved, but he wanted to take things easy, pamper you a little, make sure you didn’t just crash. “Then it is time for a hot bath. And maybe some hot chocolate by the Christmas tree?”

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Erestor

Erestor had a knack for subtle teasing, and he enjoyed catching you off guard when you least expected it. He’d always find some excuse to lean over your shoulder while you were reading or reviewing documents, his breath warm against your ear as he pointed out something in the text. “You missed a spot,” he’d murmur, knowing full well that you hadn’t.

His words weren’t the issue—it was the closeness, the sudden proximity that left you stammering. He’d always move away before you could form a coherent reply, leaving you blinking and embarrassed as he returned to his desk, the faintest glimmer of amusement on his otherwise serious face. There was something undeniably satisfying to him about the way you’d blush, the way your composure crumbled so easily with just a word or a glance.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elrohir

Elrohir had an easygoing charm that made it impossible to stay calm around him. He’d casually drape an arm around your shoulder as though it were the most natural thing in the world, pulling you close without any warning. The act itself wasn’t dramatic, but it was the way he’d grin down at you, entirely aware of how flustered it made you, that sent your heart racing.

He knew how to push your buttons—whether it was sitting a little too close, brushing his hand against yours, or teasing you with playful comments that left your face burning. When you tried to brush it off or roll your eyes, he’d only laugh, thoroughly amused by your reactions. He thrived on the tension, enjoying the way you squirmed under his teasing attention.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Elladan

Elladan wasn’t as subtle as his brother, but that didn’t make him any less skilled at making you blush. He’d purposely interrupt you during the most mundane moments, pulling you into a sudden embrace, playfully spinning you around when no one was looking or pulling you onto his lap when you wanted to sit.

His actions always left you at a loss for words. He’d compliment you out of nowhere, his tone so sincere and his gaze so intense that you couldn’t help but blush under the weight of it. And when you tried to respond, fumbling with your words, he’d just laugh, clearly enjoying how easily he could make you lose your cool.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Thingol

Thingol was subtle in his approach, but his regal demeanour made every glance and gesture more intense. He enjoyed making you flustered during council meetings or formal gatherings, catching your gaze with a lingering look from across the room, his eyes gleaming with amusement. When he spoke to you, his voice was always low and velvety, forcing you to lean in just to hear him, which only made your heart beat faster.

He had a way of standing too close without it being obvious, his presence overwhelming as you tried to maintain your composure. It was in the way his fingers brushed yours when handing you a scroll or the way he’d let his gaze linger a moment too long—leaving you flustered and trying to recover while he carried on with his usual grace.

˖ ࣪ . ࿐♡˚. Beleg

Beleg had a playful side, and he loved to make you flustered during training or casual moments in the woods. He’d catch you off guard with a sudden tap on the shoulder or an unexpected, playful nudge while walking side by side. When you trained together, he’d close the distance during sparring, moving far too close under the guise of “demonstrating” a move, his smirk betraying his true intent.

You’d try to maintain focus, but the warmth of his body so near always made your mind go blank. He’d laugh when you faltered, knowing exactly what he was doing. He liked to tease, asking if you were distracted or if you needed him to demonstrate again, fully aware of the effect he had on you. His teasing was lighthearted, but it always left you feeling completely off-balance.

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