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Days At Amon Ereb #6

Summary: Maedhros comments on your parenting style. You threaten his wine cabinet.

Warnings: Maedhros fears for his wine.

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*It’s a normal day at Amon Ereb. You and the twins were walking back to the fortress after taking care of Donna and the other horses.*

Elros: *walking slowly* (Name), I’m tired. Can you carry me? 

You: Sure thing, honey 

You: *pick him up, letting him doze off on your shoulder while carrying him the rest of the way back* 

Maedhros: *sees this at the wall*

*At night, you were lying on a couch as Maglor was talking stuff with Maedhros, having gotten bored of the conversation.* 

Elrond: *walks into the room with his toy rabbit and blanket* (Name). I had a nightmare. Can I stay with you? 

You: Sure, come here *opens arms*

Elrond: *comes over to you and climbs into your arms, dozing back to sleep immediately* 

Maedhros: *Notices this but doesn’t remark on it*

*Other day*

Twins: *playing catch with each other. *

You: *watering plants in the herb garden*

Elros: *raises his hands to catch the ball* I got it!

Elros: *his foot suddenly sticks on something, causing him to trip and fall. Missing the ball.* 

Elros: Ow! *sees scrapes on his hands and tears up when it stings* OOWWW!!!

You:* sets the watering can down and walks over to him* You okay, buddy?

Elros: *shows his hand* It hurts.

You: Let me see. *checks his hands* Oh! Ouch. That’s gonna sting for a while. 

Elros: *tears up*

You: You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re not dying. It's just a small scrape. You’re not gonna let a small scrape beat you and stop you from playing, now are you? 

Elros: *shakes his head, still in tears* No…

You: Atta boy. *cleans his hands from the dirt* 

You: See? That doesn’t hurt anymore, now does it? 

Elros: *shakes his head again* No. 

You: Really? Then give me a big boy smile. 

Elros: *smiles*

You: There you go. Come back once I’m done with gardening, then we go get some healing salve on it later. 

Elros: *gets up and fetches the ball to keep playing with Elrond*

You: *go back to gardening*

Maedhros:* watches this from a window*

*Later that week* 

*A storm rolls over Amon Ereb. Thunder rumbles loudly outside the fortress walls.*

You: *writing some letters*

Twins: *playing with toys*

Elrond: *flinches slightly after hearing another thunder* 

You: *notice his reaction as he had kept glancing at the window since the storm started*  

You: Loud today, isn't it?

Elrond: ...A little.

You: It’s okay to feel scared, you know? 

Elrond: I’m not…scared. *jumps at the sight of a lightning flash*

You: Would it help if you two hid beneath the table where it's quiet? 

Elros: *confidently* I’m not scared! I don’t need to hide—!

Twins: *shriek as a loud bang echoes right outside and quickly crawl beneath your table to hide* 

You: *lean down and lift the tablecloth a little to see the twins*

You: *grin a little at Elros* You were saying?

Elros: *visibly shaking* I wasn’t afraid. That just… caught me off guard!

You: *shake your head with a laugh* It’s okay. Even I get nervous when nature decides to be angry. Here. 

You: *place a small lamp beside them, giving them light* Have some light. I’ll keep the bad thunder away from you. 

Twins: Thank you. 

Maedhros: *raises an eyebrow after seeing this through the open doorway*

*Another night when one of the twins came to you, and you let them doze into your arms*

Maedhros: You know, (Name). If you keep coddling them, they might end up growing up soft. 

You: *freeze and slowly turn toward him, your expression unreadable* 

Maedhros: *is quiet as you don’t say anything for a hot minute*

You: Maedhros… Do yourself a favor, and keep your opinions to yourself. 

You: The twins are children. If they're gonna ask for comfort, I’m gonna give them comfort. 

You: And if you comment on my parenting style again, especially when I’m not asking for it, I’m gonna go to your wine cabinet. I'll switch all the labels, replace some of the bottles with plain water and vinegar. I might even add laxatives to one of them.

You: So, whenever you feel like having a drink, you'll be playing wine roulette.

You: Understood? 

Maedhros: That seems excessive.

You: *raise a brow while grinning with ill intent* Is it?

Maedhros: ...

Maedhros: Understood.

You: Good. 

You: *cheerfully* Anyway, have a good night. *carries the twin away in your arms.*

Maedhros: *exhales and prepares to take a sip from his wine* 

Maedhros: *stops for a moment to check if you tampered with it before shaking his head and drinking his wine*

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A Normal Day in Targaryen's Life 1#

Summary: You were having breakfast. Eda compares Eweniel's table manners to yours.

Warnings: Eda makes a bad comparison

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*In the Mountain Hall, you were having breakfast with Aelon and Eweniel. You had invited Eda to join you.* 

Eda: *shakes her head disapprovingly* Look at yourself. Eating like a hooligan.  

Eweniel: *eating chicken with her hands, meat sauce smeared all over her face. 

Aegar: *eating on top of the table beside her, gnawing on the meat and bones*

Eda: I can expect this from Aelon and your other friends, but you will be a young woman soon. It wouldn’t hurt you to have some table manners. 

Eweniel: Sorry???

Eda: *looks at you as you’re eating and reading reports*

Eda: Look at (Name). She eats like someone with manners. Maybe you could learn a few things from her. She had likely been taught before she was your age. 

You: *freeze and lower the report, a chicken bone sticking out of your mouth.*

*Things you learned at Eweniel’s age*

*Duel.*

You: *scream as you decapitate a full-grown man*

*War.*

You: DRACARYS!!! 

Baleria: *burning men and entire cities* 

*Training.*

You: MOVE YOUR ASSES YOU WORTHLESS SCUM!!! 

Soldiers: *training hard* YES LORD GENERAL!

*Running an army.*

You: *doing tons of paperwork while half drunk* Alistaer! Bring me another bottle!

Alistair: I think that's enough, young general.

*Family meetings you wished to avoid*

You: *trying to ignore another cousin announcing their engagement to another cousin while the elders arranged yet another sibling marriage* 

You: *takes a sip from your wine* I fucking hate this family.

*Throwing chicken at nobles.*

* Eating chicken with your friends, Thomas and Edmund.*

Thomas: *telling a funny story*

You: *listening attentively with nods while eating*

Harlan: *passes by* Hey, stable boy! I think you forgot your mother in the paddock! She's asking for you.

Harlan: *makes neighing noises while his friends laugh* 

Thomas: *looks down, falling quiet*

You:* look at Harlan, then throw a chicken leg right at his face.*

Harlan: *yells as the chicken strikes him right in the forehead*

*present*

You: Uhm…I’m afraid I’m the worst candidate for that comparison. When I was Eweniel’s age, I wasn’t doing… lady things. 

Eda: ???

Eweniel:* gets into a tug-of-war with Aegar when he grabs onto the chicken leg halfway in her mouth*

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Days At Amon Ereb #7

Summary: With such calm weather, you decide to teach the twins how to make paper planes.

(Author's Note: This idea actually came from someone else. I can't remember their name, but credit to them.)

Warnings: Maglor gets attacked by paper planes.

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*It was a calm day at Amon Ereb. Though the sky was cloudy, it wasn’t too hot or too cold. You and the twins sat at one of Amon Ereb’s stone steps, folding paper.*  

Maglor: *walks up to you* (Name). Children. What are you doing? 

You: *look up to him* I’m teaching the twins how to make paper planes. 

You: A classic toy all children should know how to make and enjoy. 

Elrond: *shows you his paper plane* Is this how you do it? 

You: Good job. Now give it a throw and see how it flies. 

Elrond: *stands up and throws his paper plane over the balustrade, which flies across the yard before nose-diving to the ground* 

You: *nods with a smile* Nice. 

Elros: Oh! How about mine? *gets up and throws his paper plane a little too excitedly as it only flew a little then hit the ground* 

Elros: *whines in disappointment* 

You: *chuckles* Don’t get too sad, Elros. It was a well-made paper plane. You just threw it a little too fast. You have to throw them gently and check for the wind. Otherwise, it will blow your paper plane to the ground.  

You: *gets up* Here, let me show you.

You: *wait until you feel a light breeze, then release your paper plane*

Twins: *watched in awe as your paper plane nearly reached the gate*

Elros: Wow! It nearly reached the gate!

You: *pick up a box of paper planes* Now let’s see how a bunch of them fly. *throw them over*

Twins: *cheer as paper planes fly around, covering the yard in little white paper planes.*

Maglor: *smiles softly* Well… not too chaotic. I like it. 

You & Twins: *hold new paper planes, then look at him with grins*

Maglor: Why are you looking at me like that? 

You: ATTACK!

You & Twins:* start throwing paper planes at him*

Maglor: Ow! Hey! *flees the stairs*

Twins: *laugh and give chase, throwing paper planes at him*

You: *laugh* Remember, boys, hit the body, not the eyes!

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Days At Amon Ereb #5

Summary: You had a little incident on the road.

Warnings: You got stabbed by a moose, and Maglor gets a near heart attack.

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Maglor: *looking through some reports*

You: *walk over to him and lean against the doorway* Hey, Maglor. 

Maglor: *not taking his eyes off the reports* Hey, (Name). Did your trip to the town go well? 

You: *nods* Yeah. Yeah. It went well. I got the goods. 

You: Though I got some good news and bad news. Wanna hear it? 

Maglor: *mildly suspicious* Sure?

You: Well… the good news is we have enough meat to last an entire winter. 

You: The bad news is… I got attacked by a moose, and it forgot its antler in my abdoment. So, can you walk me to the Healer’s wing? 

Maglor: *freezes* What? 

Maglor: *turns his head and sees you steadying a fragment of a moose antler that is currently piercing your abdomen, staining your shirt in blood* 

Maglor: (NAME), WHY DO YOU HAVE AN ANTLER STUCK ON YOU?!

You: *shrugs *I got into a fight with a moose. Don’t worry, I won. But can you help me to the Healer’s wing? I think the shock is wearing off. 

Maglor: *picks you up bridal style and runs* OH BY THE VALAR WITH YOU!

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Days At Amon Ereb #4

Summary: You go on a work trip and leave the twins under Maglor's and Maedhros's watchful eyes. Chaos follows.

Warnings: the twins are not angels when you're not around.

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*An ordinary day at Amon Ereb. Today you had to run some errands for your trading business, so you leave the twins under Maglor’s and Maedhros’s watchful eyes for the next few days.* 

You: *look at the twins while seated on your horse* Okay. I will be gone for a few days. Remember to behave yourselves, okay? 

Twins: *cheerfully* Okay. 

You: And remember, if things turn into life-and-death situations, listen to Maedhros and Maglor, okay? *point at the brothers*

Twins: Okay. We will. Have a safe trip. 

You: Thank you, darlings. If you behave nicely, I'll make you some pie when I come back. 

You: Bye. 

Twins: *wave* Bye!

*You ride out of Amon Ereb* 

Maglor: *turns toward the twins* So, what do you wanna do for today? 

Twins: *disappeared*

Maglor: Huh? Children?

Maedhros: Even though I agreed to watch them with you. As long as you’re free, they’re your problem. *leaves*

Maglor: *sighs*

*1 hour later*

Maglor: *looking for the twins* Children, where are you? 

Maglor: *steps on a puddle of bright paint*

Maglor: Huh, paint?

Maglor: *Freezes when he sees the hallways colored in all kinds of paint. There were messy drawings. There were also two stick figures that looked like him and Maedhros, except painted as colorful people you once described as clowns.*...What?

The twins: *suddenly come running around the corner, laughing and splashing paint at each other with their paint brushes* 

Maglor: *yelps as he ends up splashed with paint*

Elros:* non-apologetic smile* Oops, sorry! I was trying to hit Elrond!

Twins: *continue chasing each other*

Maedhros: *appears too* What is going on? 

Maedhros: *gets his face splashed with pink paint* 

Twins: *continue their paint war like they didn’t even notice the red-haired elf.*

Maedhros: *lightly glares at Maglor* Maglor… 

Maglor: Yes…?

Maedhros: They did this on purpose. 

Maglor: *exhales* I know. 

*45 minutes later, after catching the twins* 

Maglor: *holding Elros* Elros. Go into the bath.

Elros: *trashes in his arms* No! You can’t make me! 

Maglor: But you promised (Name) you would do what we tell you! 

Elros: Only in a life-and-death situation! *is suddenly dropped into the bath*

Maglor: *yelps as he gets water all over him*

Twins: *gets an idea, laughs as they begin splashing him *

Maglor: *shrieks* Children! Stop! 

*15 minutes after the bath*

Maglor: *sits down on a couch after getting the twins cleaned up and changing into clean clothes* 

Elros: *suddenly slams through the door, covered from head to toe in mud.*

Maglor: *sighs* Elros, you were just bathed. 

Elros: *walks up to his bed*

Maglor: *realizes what the elfling intended* Elros. No, no, no! Please!

Elros: *dropped himself on Maglor’s bed, twirling around with giggles as mud got all over the bed.*

Maglor: *whines painfully at the sight of his now muddy bed*

Elros: *looks at Maglor with a devilish grin*

*14 minutes later, in Maedhros’s office while Maglor was giving a bath to Elros — again*

Maedhros: *taking a break from paperwork, enjoying a cup of wine*

Elrond: *walks into his chambers and casually walks up to his wine cabinet* Hey, do you have any juice? 

Maedhros: *leans up from his chair* Hey. Hey. 

Elrond: *opens up the cabinet and starts pulling wine bottles down, letting them fall and shatter on the floor, spilling wine everywhere*

Maedhros:  *flinches from the sounds and the sight of his ruined wine*

Elrond: *grabs a bottle and sniffs it* 

Maedhros: Don’t. 

Elrond: *squints his nose and accidentally drops the bottle* Oops. 

Maedhros: I... don’t have juice here. 

Elrond: Well, why didn’t you just say so? *leaves the room*

Maedhros: *looks after the elfling, then at his ruined wine*

Maedhros: I already had (Name) attacking my wine; now there are two of them? 

*Nightfall, after dealing with the twins’ mischief* 

Maglor:* lies down on his bed* Finally got them to sleep. I’m exhausted. 

Maglor: *blows out the candle and closes his eyes to sleep*

Elros: *stares at him from the shadows*

Maglor: *opens his eyes and yelps after seeing the elfling* Elros, what are you doing here? 

Elros: I wet the bed. 

Maglor: *sighs for the thousandth time*

*With Maedhros*

Maedhros: *wakes up, then looks at the foot of his bed*

Elrond: *is in a frog-sitting position while staring at the red-haired elf with wide, unblinking eyes* 

Elrond: They can see you.

Maedhros: *stares at the efling, internally creeped out*

*Next day*

You:* returns on your horse* Hey, darlings. 

Twins: *enthusiastically*  Hi, (Name)! 

You: Did you have fun with Maglor and Maedhros?

Twins: *nod innocently* Yeah, we had so much fun. 

Maglor & Maedhros: *standing a few feet away from them, looking exhausted*

You: That’s nice. Did you behave like I asked? 

Twins: Sure thing!

You: Oh, that's good. How about we have some pie tonight then? 

Twins: Yay!

Maglor: *tired*

Maedhros: *wonders how you are dealing with those little monsters*

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Days At Amon Ereb #3

Summary: It's a calm night. Until you and the twins find a ghost.

Warnings: Maglor questions his life.

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*It was a quiet night in Amon Ereb. The stars stayed hidden behind the clouds, twinkling through its cracks. Crickets chirped somewhere in the grass. And small bats screeched as they flew around, catching bugs. *

*A scream echoes.*

You: *scream*

Twins: *scream together* 

You: *scream louder*

Twins: *scream louder too*

Maglor: *rushes to the room with a sword at hand* Where?! Where’s the enemy?! 

Maglor: *freezes as he sees you and the twins t-posing at a ball in a corner* 

Maglor: You’re… not under attack?

You: No. Why would we?

Maglor: Then what… are you doing?

You: The ball moved. The ghosts of this fortress had been acting suspiciously, so we are asserting our dominance.

You: *goes back into screaming at the ball* 

Twins: *scream too*

Maglor: *sighs as he sheathes his sword and watches as you three continue screaming at an unmoving ball*

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Days At Amon Ereb #2

Summary: You're sick today. The twins intend to make the soup for you by themselves.

Warnings: kitchen chaos.

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*It was one of the rare sunny days at Amon Ereb, except you, for the first time in a long time, managed to catch a cold.* 

You: *sneeze, stuff coming out of your nose*

You: *wipe your nose and moan because your throat was sore*

Elrond: *beside your bed and clearly panicked* Elros what do we do?

Elros: *beside you on the other side of your bed, also panicked* I don’t know!

You: *sneeze with a cough*

Elrond: Oh, maybe this will help. *grabs a towel from the bucket beside your bed and tries to put it on your forehead like how you did it when they had a fever, accidentally covering your face, drenching your face*

You: *groan as you got water all over your pillow*

Elrond: It doesn’t seem to be working! 

Elros: *tearing up* Oh no, (Name)’s gonna die!!!

You: *after sneezing again* I’m not dying boys. Its just a little cold. It’s completely normal. I just need to rest for a few days then I will be fine. 

Elros: *calms down* Oh, okay. 

Elrond: Can we do anything for you? 

You: Some soup would be nice. Can you two go ask Maglor to make some for me? If he isn’t around, go ask the two nice ladies from the Healer’s wing. 

Elrond: Okay. Rest well. *places a wet towel over your face again.*

You: *smile softly* Thank you, darlings. 

*The twins walk out of your room, closing the door.* 

Elrond: So, do we go ask Maglor or the nice ladies to make the soup? 

Elros: You know what, Elrond? I think we can make the soup ourselves. 

Elrond: Really? But we haven’t made soup before

Elros: Come on, Elrond. (Name) takes us to the kitchen nearly every day. She lets us help and shows us how to make the food she makes. We could be chefs by now. I’m confident we can make the soup.

Elrond: Yeah, but… aren’t we too tiny to carry the big pots you need for the soup? 

Elros: Remember, there’s two of us. We can handle it. Now come on. 

*The twins leave for the kitchen*

*In the kitchen, the twins look in, checking if it was empty. It was, since it was not dinner time and the lunch time had already passed.*

Elros: *walks in* Alright. No one's here. 

Elros: First, we have to get a pot. 

Elros: Ah ha! *spots pots on the countertops.*

*Elros climbs on top of the countertops and walks over to the area where the pots were kept. He grabs one of them below, one nearly as big as him, and pulls. He ends up pulling it hard, and it falls on the floor with other pots.*

Elrond: *winced from the loud bangs and looked toward the doorway to see if anyone came; no one did, miraculously* 

Elrond: *sets the empty pot straight* Okay. Now what? 

Elros: Then, we need to fill the pot with… water: 

Elros: *Walks over to the basins with drinkable water, dropping some things on the floor.* Come on, Elrond, help me fill the pot. 

Elrond: *climbed up to the countertop*

*The twins proceed to pour water into the pot one ladle at a time, splashing some water onto the floor*

Elrond: Alright, what next, Elros?

Elros: Now we need to add the food, of course. 

Elros: We need potatoes, and we need to cut them up. Elrond, you’re on cutting duty. 

Elros:*walks over to the potato bags, takes a load of dirty potatoes, and carries them over. The dirt on the potatoes stains his shirt, and some drops on the floor. He drops them on the cutting board.*

Elrond: *cuts them with the small knife on the board, which you allowed them to use as practice during your shared cooking time.*

Elros: *drops the cut potatoes into the pot, unwashed and unpeeled*

Elros: Alright, then we need onions and garlic. I think those are it *climbs over to another countertop and pulls them from the strings they have been set to hang from* 

Elros: *drops them to Elrond* Remember that they need to be peeled. 

Elrond: *pulls one of the onions’ peels and yelps when it makes his eyes burn*

Elros: Then uh…. the herbs! I remember (Name) saying that parsley is good for soup. *goes through the herb cabinet and grabs one*

Elrond: *yelps when Elros drops nettles on his hands, thinking it was parsley* Ow! It burns! 

Elros: Of course, we need to have some meat in it. I think I saw a ham. *drops an entire loaf of ham into the pot, splashing water on Elrond*

Elrond: *yelps and accidentally cuts his finger with the knife* Ah! Elros!

Elros: Sorry!

Elros: *climbs down and tastes the soup*

Elros: *hums thoughtfully* I think it needs salt. 

Elrond: I think the salt was in this cabinet *pulls the cabinet door open*

Twins: *see four different white powders inside the cabinet*

Elros: Uhm… which one was salt? 

*30 minutes later, after dropping all kinds of stuff into the soup*

Twins:* look at their soup, which had floating white spots on it since they accidentally added flour while looking for salt*

Elrond: That looks gross. 

Elros: Maybe it needs to boil now. (Name) does say that food that might look bad tastes better after cooking. 

Twins: *attempt to pull the pot onto the stove through the stepping tools*

Twins: *as the pot proved to be too heavy, especially with the contents inside. The pot pulled the twins down, spilling its contents all over the floor.*

Elrond: *yells and begins crying after the onion liquid got into his eyes and bleeding finger*

Elros: *gets his eyes hit with onion liquid too and lands his butt inside the pot, getting stuck*

Twins: *cry* 

Maglor: *rushes in* What is this commotion? 

Elrond: *sobs uncontrollably while holding his bleeding finger* Maglor!!!

Maglor: *takes a napkin and quickly pushes it against Elrond’s bleeding finger* It’s okay. It’s okay. What are you two doing here? 

Elros: *between sobs* (Name)’s sick… and she said… soup would make her feel better. So… I wanted to try… that we make soup for her. 

Elrond: *still crying* Can you help us? Elros is being a stubborn goat?!

Elros: *crying too* No, I’m not!

Maglor: *looks at the twins, then at the entire kitchen, which was now a giant mess. He sighs and shakes his head.*

Maglor: *puts his hair in a ponytail and puts on an apron*

Maglor: *puts wood blocks into the stove to heat, redoes the entire soup, lets it boil, cleans up the twins and the kitchen. Puts on a bandage on Elrond’s finger. Pours the soup into a bowl and allows the twins to carry the tray.*

*Back into your room.*

You: *silently hating your life as the headache continues*

You: *look over when you hear knocks, and watch the twins walk through the door with a tray of soup*

Elros: (Name). We got you some soup! 

You: *sits up as Elros sets the tray down and Elrond hands you the bowl* Oh, thank you, darlings. 

Elros: *proudly* And guess what? We did it all ourselves.

You: *sees their little scratches, band on Elrond’s finger, and Maglor standing in a ponytail and apron while holding a fresh warm basin of water. He looked tired.* Oh really? Oh, you’re just hardworking boys. 

You: *drinks the soup* Oh, so good. Looks like you can now feed yourselves. You don’t need my cooking anymore. 

Elrond: No way. Your food is the tastiest. 

You: *chuckles and pats their heads* 

You: *look over to Maglor as he changes the warm water basin next to your bed.* So, did the twins try to make the soup by themselves even though I told them to ask someone else to do it? 

Maglor: It was a good effort. They just forgot to wash a few potatoes, unpeel the onions, and even attempted to give you the entire ham loaf. 

You: An entire ham loaf? Oh, you could have left that one in. I wouldn’t have minded at all.

Maglor: *shakes his head with a chuckle* Of course, you wouldn’t have. Your creed knows no bounds. 

You: *grins* Of course, when it comes to ham. 

You: By the way, can you lean down? 

Maglor: *leaned closer curiously*

You: *give him a quick peck on his cheek*

You: Thank you for being the silent food saviour in the background. 

Maglor: *softly smiles with ears flushed* Always at your service. 

Elrond: *holds a spoon to you* Say aww… *drops the soup on the spoon on your bed* Sorry!

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Days At Amon Ereb #1

Summary: Linnoril and Gledhril tell you that you are the only one in Amon Ereb whom Maglor allows to speak to him casually.

Warnings: some silliness, and bets

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*In the Healer's wing, you, Gledhril, and Linnoril are sorting out the stock while the twins are doing some drawing on the next table*

Gledhril: You know, (Name), you're the only one in Amon Ereb who can speak to Lord Maglor casually in public. 

You: *glance at her, confused* What do you mean? 

Linnoril: What she means is that you are the only person he allows to talk without the need to use titles or formal speech in public. 

You: No way. 

Gledhril: Yes way. 

You: I only speak casually to him in private. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever spoken to him that way in front of his court.

Linnoril: I bet he would get startled if you started speaking formally to him all of a sudden. He's used to you talking casually to him.  

You: Nah. I’m pretty sure if I spoke formally, he wouldn’t bat an eye. 

Gledhril: You want to bet on that? *hands you a list* How about you take this list and go tell him that we need restocking items that we only get from our trading partners?

You: *grabs the list* Alright, bet. I’m gonna go to his court and be all formal today. 

You: If he shows no reaction, I get to have the remaining ginger herbs. 

Gledhril: Very well. If we win, you’ll be on garden duty for the rest of the week. 

You: *gets up* Deal. Get ready to lose your gingers. Watch the twins for me.  

*One hour later* 

You: *come back to the Healer’s Wing with a bewildered expression* 

Gledhril: Well, how did it go? 

You: I… guess you were right. 

Linnoril: What happened?

You: Well, I went to his court. I spoke formally and addressed the things you told me to address with him. At first, nothing changed, but after the court, he pulled me to the side and asked if he had done something to upset me. 

You: Just because I spoke formally. 

Linnoril: *giggles*

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Mischief's Child

Summary: Imagine being one of Loki's Children and coming to live in Middle-earth.

(Author's note: A really old fic I finally got out. Inspiration came from The Mask movie and the Gremlins movie)

Warnings: gender neutral reader, some of the Aesir gods being jerks, family fluff, imprisoned on an island, dead mother, mentions of Ragnarok, technically left alone in an unknown world, eating questionable mushrooms, dropping things on people's heads, pranks, and reader passing gas.

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- You were the youngest child of Loki. You did not know much about your mother, as you were raised by your father and siblings. Their care and love made you never question it. It was also because your mother's absence in your life was never made into an issue around your ears. 

-You asked your father about her once, and he told you that she was a lovely woman with a mischievous nature. She unfortunately didn't survive the labor of giving birth to you.

-Your father had taught you that pregnancy and childbirth can be risky events, so you never grew up thinking it was your fault. You were pretty smart for your age, so you accepted it. 

-When Odin and the other gods learned about you, they had you live on an island that was isolated from the other realms. 

- You didn't think much of it at the time, as you were really young and saw your island as your home. 

- You and your father were really close, as you shared a love for mischief and causing pranks. Your favorite pastime would be competing to see who could come up with the most creative prank.

-Through these, you learned a lot from him. However, due to his own duties, he could not spend much time with you. 

- You loved your brothers. You were especially close to Fenrir. The big wolf spent most of his time with you as he disliked the gods and often claimed that placing you on the island was a way of imprisoning you because they were afraid of what you could become. It sounded strange to you because you didn’t see your island as a prison at the time. 

- You also saw Jörmundgandr often, as he literally lived in the seas. You would sometimes run up to the cliffs to wave at him when you saw his head pass by, or swim in the beaches, where he would pick you up and allow you to use his head as a jumping rock. He would sometimes appear in smaller forms, and you two would nap together with you snuggled in his coils.

-You knew you had a sister named Hel and three other brothers. But since they couldn't come visit you, you would create little art projects and drawings and then ask your father to give your little handiworks to them. 

-Your father was always happy to oblige, and sometimes you would receive answers from them. Some bones from your sister, horseshoes, and artworks from your brothers. It always made you happy. 

- You thought your life was good. But then, when you became a young teen, Fenrir came to you and told you to get on his back--- telling you that you were leaving your island. Uncertain, but listening to your brother, you rode on Fenrir's back as he took you to a realm no one knew about. 

-Fenrir explained that things were going to change in your original world, and that you have to live in freedom.

-Confused, you tried to ask about it.

-Fenrir only shared that he, your father, and the rest of your siblings had a role in an event called Ragnarok. However, you did not, as you had a different fate. 

-He told you that your mother had been part of a trickster folk and through her and Loki's blood, you were destined to become something not even the great Allfather can predict.

-Fenrir then gave you a mask, saying that when the gods learned about you, they separated your godly powers and gremlin nature into it. With this mask, you can access it and use it whenever you need it. 

-You asked if you would ever see them again. Fenrir told you the truth --- that you will likely never see each other again --- but convinced you to stay, as it was the wish of all of them that you would be able to live freely. 

-You embraced your brother’s large head as a final goodbye. Fenrir allowed it as you were one of the only beings he truly loved. He then departed to ensure Odin and the rest of the Aesir gods could not find you. His final words to you were to remember your father’s teachings. 

-And then you were alone in a strange new world. It was frightening as you had never seen anything beyond your island. You wept for a moment out of fear and sorrow for your family.

-However, as you began wandering around, your fright and sorrow turned into curiosity.

-There were endless woods, giant mountains, and animals you had never seen before. Soon, you began exploring enthusiastically. 

-You even began eating all the different kinds of new berries and mushrooms you stumbled upon. Though you quickly learned that you shouldn’t eat some of them because they gave you pretty bad stomach pains. Thank the gods you weren’t an ordinary person, because otherwise, you would likely be dead. They made you pass gas constantly as you explored. 

-Perhaps you were mushroom intolerant

-While relaxing in a tree and eating some berries you found, the non-poisonous kind, you looked at the mask Fenrir gave you. It had a green wooden texture and an odd shape.

-Thinking of Fenrir’s words, you thought about putting it on and accessing your godly powers. 

-However, before you could put it on, you heard sounds beneath you. 

-Looking down, you saw a person surrounded by these very ugly people that looked like goblins from the fairy tales. Except taller and meaner looking. They were frightening the ordinary person with sharp metallic weapons. It looked like they intended to hurt the person.

-You tried to think what to do. 

-An idea then popped into your head. You took out a pouch, a gift from your father capable of storing items of all sizes and shapes. You browsed through your many trinkets --- also gifted by your father--- and then pulled out a small anvil.

-When one of the ugly creatures was right beneath you, you dropped the anvil and watched it land right on the creature's head.

-There was a loud metallic bang, and the creature fell down unconscious. It caused you to snort when its friends looked at their comrade and the anvil in confusion.

-You looked through what other things you could drop and then pulled out many rotten banana peels from your island. You winced your nose when you smelled their rotten scent. You have been meaning to take them out.

-You dropped the banana peels around the ugly creatures. At first, they appeared confused, then began slipping when they stepped on it. One of them banged their head against the normal person's wagon.

-The creatures now stood on guard, avoiding the banana peels. Two of them then forcibly dragged the ordinary person to the woods.

-Startled for the ordinary person, you climbed down the tree and followed them.

-Hiding behind bushes, you watched the two creatures forcing the normal person to kneel and quiver before them. You tried to think quickly of a solution to help the person. Observing your surroundings, you had an idea and acted quickly.

-After setting your traps, you pulled out a tiny alarm clock from the pouch. Twisting the notch, you then set it loose as it began ringing and jumping wildly. You then hid when this caught one of the creature's attention.

-One of the uglies went to investigate, leaving the normal person alone with the other ugly.

-With this opportunity, you pulled out a jolly chimp from your pouch and then threw it over the bushes. The monkey toy immediately began playing its instrument while making monkey noises in front of the uglie and the normal person.

-The uglie raised its weapon at it, cautiously approaching the toy.

-With the uglie distracted, you tiptoed past it and toward the normal person. When you tapped the normal person's shoulder, they jolted and looked at you, but kept quiet when you raised your finger in front of your mouth and then signalled them to follow you.

-But the uglie who went after your alarm clock then got its foot snatched by the string you set there, causing the creature to be dangled upside down. It yelled.

- This caused the uglie distracted by your jolly chimp to look over and see you and the normal person sneaking away.

-You and the person began running as the uglie gave chase.

-You told the person to follow your lead, and then you led the uglie to one of the traps you set.

-You two jumped over a trap strip, and when the creature tripped on it, a beehive landed on its head. Angry bees immediately swarmed the creature, causing it to scream in panic and run into trees since it couldn't see through the bee nest.

-This caused you to laugh.

-You and the ordinary person then tried to jog back to their wagon, but then you were surrounded by the remaining creatures, who held their weapons at you. One of them made a warding sign as if you were some kind of cursed forest spirit.

-You tried to think what to do. Maybe you should put on the mask?

-But then, your stomach churned. Oh, looks like your stomach wasn’t done with the mushrooms. 

-You tried to hold, your stomach releasing loud noises. The uglies looked at you, confused, and demanded what you were planning.

-Unable to hold it in any longer, you turned your behind toward them and released a potent gas cloud.

-Some of the ugglies' faces frowned as they then fell to the ground, knocked unconscious. The rest of the ugglies coughed and yelled in panic, saying stuff about your gas being poisonous.

-They quickly ran away, leaving you and the normal person alone.

-The ordinary person looked at you in bewilderment after coughing a few times and swinging the air away with their hand. You told them that you ate a bad mushroom. 

-For saving their life and their wagon, the person offered to give you a ride to the closest town. You agreed enthusiastically, having never met other people before. After retrieving your trinkets, you climbed onto the wagon as the person led the horses onward, and you spent the journey asking question after question about the world around you.

-From the person you learned that the ugly creatures were actually called orcs, and that this land was known as Middle-earth. 

-As the wagon rolled down the road, you couldn't stop looking around. There was so much of this new world left to explore. For the first time since saying goodbye to your family, you found yourself smiling. Maybe this strange new world wouldn't be so frightening after all.

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World of the Tainted With Elrond And Elros

Link to Original post: World of the Tainted

Dark Faerie AU

(Author's note: I didn't think about adding the twins in the first fic, so this is an AU version where reader finds the twins at Sirion.)

Warnings: dark, some violence, past battles, starving children, getting hunted, dogs getting hurt, reader getting injured, angst, some fluff, and escaping.

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-You likely end up finding these two in abandoned Sirion when you were looking for civilization or people to help you out. 

-You would find signs of fighting and find remains of people that time had eroded into bones and dust. Those and scattered rusted weapons were your clues that this place had been attacked a long time ago — either by the Dark lord or by some other force. It was a bit challenging to tell, as the battle marks looked decades old. All you could tell was that there was a fight — a very violent one. 

-You gathered supplies and whatever you could find. You decided to try fishing and collect whatever was left in the fish traps that hadn't been attended to for only Eru knows how long.

-Fish wasn't your favorite food, but it was better than eating nothing. Thankfully, some of the fish traps managed to contain crabs, which you could prepare into travel snacks.

-Soon, you noticed some of your catches vanishing.

-It was odd because the seagulls kept their distance, and you didn’t see any wild animals that could have possibly sneaked past your notice. However, since it happened only once, you didn't think much of it.

-It then happened again when you were preparing a campsite, and some of the fish sticks you prepared vanished. Okay, there was definitely someone stealing your food. 

-At night, when you took comfort in the bonfire's warmth and waited for your remaining food to finish cooking. You heard sounds in the shadows, and your senses tingled that something — or someone— was watching you.

-You tried to call them over, but no one answered. Having had enough of the waiting, you decided to set up a trap. 

-You left some of the cooked fish in the open and walked away, pretending to go pee. You then hid in a corner and watched in secret. It took a while, but then a kid walked out of the shadows, grabbing the cooked fish.

-You got out of your hiding spot and tried to talk to them, but then the kid sprinted. You gave chase, trying to make them stop. The kid was fast, but you managed to catch up and followed them into a cave. With a lamp in hand, you found two identical elven kids, or what looked like elven kids. 

-These kids had the pointed ears of an elf, but from what you could see, small white wings sprouted from the back of their heads. They also had wings on their backs, which looked too small to support their weight in flight. Your eyes could also spot feathers growing from their skin.

- It made you think of angels or seraphs. 

-They hissed at you like animals.

-You quickly made yourself appear less threatening, especially when you noticed how thin they were. They must be starving. Seeing that you would not gain their trust at the moment, you let them have the food and left them alone.

- You did not know what to think, especially how unusual they appeared. You knew well that this world didn't have creatures like them before, so they had to be elves, though changed. Just what happened while you were in ice?

-For the next few days, you tried to gain the children’s trust, leaving them food and fresh water. You wanted to know more, also because it pained you to see them so thin.

-Eventually, one night, the twins dared to approach you. They watched you from the shadows, but then came out when you offered them more fish and water. While eating like hungry animals, you gave them a blanket for warmth.

-You tried to talk to them, but they didn’t seem to understand the common tongue. They did understand Sindarin. You learned their names to be Elrond and Elros.

-When you asked them what happened, they told you that some bad elves attacked their home, infected with some kind of sickness that made them attack like beasts. The twins’ people either died fighting or fled. They had no idea what became of their parents. 

-But since then, they had been alone in their empty home. Through time, their bodies grew wings and feathers.

-They then said that you're the first human they have ever seen.

-Your heart ached for their pain. But it shed some light on what happened to the world. 

-Unable to leave them behind to fend for themselves, you convinced them to come along with you. Together, you found your way to the dwarven city. The dwarves acted cautiously around the two, but didn't deny you entry. There, you learned about Morgoth's taint on the elves and everything else that had happened in the past sixty years.

-Though you could have left the twins in the dwarves' care, they decided to join you on your journey when you asked them. It was slower with them coming along, but they listened to your instructions, and their company brought you certain comfort.

-You gave them most of the food, helped groom their feathers, and told them campfire stories to help them sleep. Cuddling with them also helped fight the cold through the night.

-You would be more cautious around your surroundings and teach the twins about every fae-like danger and how to avoid them. 

-When you three got trapped and hunted by Maglor’s brothers, your escape would be more challenging. Thankfully, the twins were quick on their feet and listened to your instructions. The downside was that they refused to leave you behind. 

-When the hunting hounds caught up to you and went after the twins, the wendigo drove your protective instincts into overdrive. You fought the hunting hounds, even ripping one of the hounds' throats open with your teeth.

-Considering that you had been off your medicine for a while, the wendigo's urges were especially difficult to control.

-After escaping the hounds, you having received a possibly infected dog bite, the twins would be distraught over you and talk to the strange birds that had been following you.

-When you woke up, cured from the sickness, the twins would explain that the birds were really old friends of yours. You trusted their word, especially after connecting the dots yourself.

-After the hound incident, you told them about the wendigo curse and how you had it way before Morgoth's taint. The twins would believe you and accept it. They would promise to help you find the rest of the ingredients for your medicine once you all escaped the trap.

-With the birds' help, you reunited with your horse Goliath, who then willingly carried you three toward the exit.

-Of course, your escape paused when Maglor suddenly appeared out of the river and tried to grab you, causing you and the twins to fall.

-You told the twins to hide as the wendigo came forward once more, making you tackle Maglor down from his horse and realize it was him.

-You and the twins then managed to escape the trap, and Goliath carried you three toward the east. 

-You could say you became the children’s guardian in a way. You grew fond of them, and they trusted you, even picking words of English from you. However, you had a strong feeling that your encounter with Maglor wouldn’t be the last one. 

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Protective Father-In-Laws (Feanor, Fingolfin, Finarfin)

(Author's note: I saw this scene on YouTube, where a man’s son-in-law was nearly stabbed, and the man got mad at the culprit because the culprit killed the man’s daughter in the same way. And I was thinking about how this would go with the main Finweans. )

Warnings: Reader's partner (and the Finwean's child) is dead in this AU, murder, grief, angst, attempted murder, revenge, family dynamics, questionable coping mechanisms, and the Finweans throwing hands. 

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Feanor

- This guy wouldn’t probably show that he’s grieving, and try to act strong. Would seek revenge on his son’s murderer, though. 

-I kinda see this guy having a protective streak over his sons. So, he probably wouldn’t be the easiest father-in-law to have. He likely would have doubted your feelings for his son and thought you were only in it for the titles and wealth. Therefore, getting his approval would not be easy. 

-Banters and arguments would be common if you two didn’t get along. If you knew how to stand your ground and had good wits, that would probably be the only thing he would respect about you. 

-It would change when his son ends up murdered. 

-He would not be good at showing comfort. However, he would become less of an asshole when he sees how devastated you were by the loss. That would likely be the moment when he sees that you had been genuine in your feelings for his son. 

-The loss would probably make your relationship with each other a bit better. Feanor would not judge you for grieving, but would try to ensure you won’t entirely fall into the gutter and get your act together. 

-This includes making sure you eat, giving you something to do to keep your mind distracted, or pushing you toward living if the tragedy caused you to have depressive thoughts.

-So, practical support.

-The only other best form of therapy he could offer is letting you destroy some items inside a closed room to release your anger and grief.

-If you wanted to seek revenge or find out his son's murderer, Feanor would allow it. He would already be investigating the murder himself. He would not hesitate to pull some strings if this happened in Aman and if the Valar failed to act effectively on the case.

-If this happened in Middle-earth (Let’s pretend he survived). He would have no problem with letting you tag along in finding his son's killer and giving you a chance at having your revenge.

-If you didn’t want to seek revenge, he would probably voice your grieving as showing weakness, which you then snap at and remind him that he’s not the only one suffering. That would make him quiet and not force you into it.

-Now, if you nearly got killed by the culprit. Oh boy. Feanor would not hesitate to take his sword and kill that person, especially Middle-earth Feanor. Even if you two didn’t like each other much, he would not hesitate to commit murder. You were dear to his son, so that’s enough of a reason. 

-The culprit would be dead at his hands. He would never grant forgiveness toward those who wronged his family. 

-And perhaps by the end of it, Feanor would accept that you became a permanent presence in his family. Especially, Middle-earth Feanor would see you as the last thing left of his son, as he possibly won't be able to see his child until he's dead or until Arda meets its end.

Fingolfin 

- Another elf, who would hide his grief. He would try to act strong and be a comforting presence for others when the tragedy struck.

-I kinda see him more open-minded than Feanor when it comes to his children introducing their partners to him. He is protective of them, so he might first observe you sharply to see if you were harboring any secret intentions. Once he is sure that you weren't using his child, he becomes more welcoming.

-I do see him as a bit old-fashioned, so the only thing that might affect his opinion on you is your background. Like if you were noble, he would be more approving, but if you were a commoner, he would give his opinion, but he wouldn't sabotage your relationship.

-He does care for his children's happiness, but there are perks to a beneficial marriage.

-But when the murder happens, he would be devastated, but give you comfort when you heard the news. At that point, your background or past banters did not matter to him. He would let you cry in his embrace when the reality that the love of your life was dead settled in. 

-Middle-earth Fingolfin would especially understand the grief of losing family or someone dear. 

-He would let you grieve. He would also try to ensure the grief didn't consume you and help you through it. 

-He would seek justice as lawfully as possible and probably not encourage seeking revenge. Remembering what happened with Feanor. 

-The loss would help you two be closer, and Fingolfin would accept you as part of the family. If your lover had been Fingon, Fingolfin would be especially protective of you, since most of his children were only Eru knows were in Middle-earth. So, you're the only child he could look out for.

-He probably tries to practice forgiveness, but if you ended up being attacked by the same person who took his child, that would be the first time he would lose his cool. 

-And he does not even take out his blade, he would just walk up to the culprit and swing his fist so damn hard that the person flew a few meters before hitting the ground. A punch that could have sent Feanor to Mandos if Fingolfin had been given a chance to. 

-There is a high chance the culprit died after the punch. If not, their face would be permanently disfigured. Fingolfin is a warrior king. He can pack a punch.  

-Even if he is a bit calmer-headed than Feanor, he does not hesitate to raise his hands when it comes to his children, including his in-law children. 

Finarfin

-Probably the most open-minded father-in-law to have. The only thing he would care about is whether his children's partners genuinely cared about them. But if there aren’t issues and your feelings for his child are true, then he would have no other issues with you. He wouldn't even mind your background. As the youngest son in Finwe's family, he can afford not to care about whether you were a noble or a commoner.

-You probably already became part of the family the moment you got introduced to them.

-When the murder happens, he would let you cry in his arms and mourn with you. He is perhaps the only brother among the Finweans who wouldn't try to hide his grief over the tragedy.

-He would offer the best support and therapy out of all three, helping you through the grief and making sure you got back on your feet, especially if you didn't have any other family to support you.

-He would seek justice as legally as possible, not wanting to resort to revenge or violence. 

-He would gently discourage you from it, encouraging you to have faith in justice. With his gentle presence, even if you wanted revenge, you would be talked out of it.

-When the culprit was found, if there was a plausible reason and the culprit showed genuine remorse, Finarfin would possibly grant forgiveness for his child’s death. 

-However, when he finds out that you nearly became the next victim, he would switch pretty fast. The Noldorian blood in his veins would boil, and for the first time in his life, Finarfin would try to throw hands with someone. 

-He may be able to forgive his child’s death, but trying to kill another of his children? Absolutely not. 

-Since this likely happened in Valinor, he would get stopped before he could lay a hand on the culprit. But he would spew some really angry words. 

-Even if he couldn’t get violent, as a High King of the Noldor in Aman, he would pull some strings to ensure the culprit could never legally recover after their sentence. 

-Then he would watch over you as you recovered from your injuries from the attack. He would ensure you got the best treatment and healed with minimal scarring.

-Even way before these events, you already got a father out of him. 

-Just because he's more gentle-natured than his two older brothers, it doesn't mean he wouldn’t throw hands for people he considers family. 

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Scene: Not Again

Maglor x reader

Warnings: some cursing, reader is spiraling and ignoring their well-being, some rough things being said, and heavy angst.

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Pushing the door open, you walked inside your cabin and went to the tables. You tossed the next travel food you had ready into your bag, then grabbed other things you might need. Maglor followed right behind you.

"(Name). You just came back. You need to take a moment to rest before going to the next journey," he started.

"It's fine. I can make the next trip," you said, then pulled a shelf to check if you had extra bandages, but pulled the wrong one. You looked through the other shelves.

"Where the fuck did I put it..." you uttered through the shelves before finding the bandages shelf.

"And how long will that take? " Maglor asked, then placed his hand on yours before you could open another shelf. "When was the last time you had an adequate amount of sleep?" he questioned.

"It's fine, really," you stated, pulling your hand away. "I don't see why you need to be on my ass about it."

"I make the next trip. Then I take a break. Deal?" you asked, though not waiting for his answer. You went to the closet.

"(Name). You're not listening." Maglor added, stopping in front of you and closing the closet door.

"You're exhausted. Your hands are trembling. There are shadows under your eyes. And I can see your legs are barely keeping you standing," he pointed out. "Your mind might tell you to keep up, but your body will eventually betray you and possibly leave you in a dangerous situation," he stated.

"Shit..." you muttered, rubbing your eyes as they felt drier than before.

Maglor then gently grabbed your hand. "The boys have been asking for you. Why don't you take this chance to see them and rest before departing on the next journey?" he asked softly.

"You have been away for a long time. They miss you. If you come see them, it might give them reassurance that you're still there and help you regain strength," he added.

You stopped to think about Elrond and Elros. Now that you think about it, you had only stopped by Amon Ereb like two times to check on them while going from place to place. Thinking about them and their recovery had been the reason for you to keep going, but honestly, being away from them had been pretty awful.

Maybe you should stop by for longer...

Then, the memory of them lying sick on their beds crossed your mind. The paleness of their skin, their constant fever, and sweating without end crawled back to you. Reminding you how each minute they could be near possible death.

"I am close. I know it," you started. "We have gone through thirty-two of these herbs now. This means we are closer to making the medicine," you continued.

"The next herb patch is nearby. It shouldn't take too long to retrieve it, and from there, I could grab the other two nearby. I could get Faye and Themir to look through all three possibilities in one trip," you explained.

"Even if they might not end up as the final ingredient. It takes us one step closer to finding the right one," you added.

"(Name). No. " Maglor shook his head. "Weren't you listening to anything I just said?"

"You're in no shape to keep traveling. You need to sleep," he continued.

"I know. I know, but just one more trip," you answered.

"No. I'm serious. I don't mean this in a bad way, but you're a human. Humans need more sleep than elves do. If you go now, you might not end up returning, then you won't be helping anyone," Maglor stated.

"Stop it..." you muttered, feeling yourself getting irritated.

"Then stop to rest for a moment," Maglor replied.

You felt the ache in your brain get heavier.

"It won't steal you time if you slept for a moment," he added, and that was the last line.

"WE DON'T HAVE TIME!" you yelled, nearly shrieking.

Maglor stood back for a moment, caught off guard.

"Morgoth's disease is killing them!" you said, tears threatening in your eyes.

"Each time wasted, the twins are getting weaker, and the symptoms are getting worse!" you continued.

"I can't cure them! I'm not a medical genius! I don't even know what even half of Camilla's notes are even talking about!" you yelled. "But I can get the ingredients! I can travel to Morgoth's infested lands and get them! Because if I don't, no one else will!"

You stepped closer to him. "Camilla was already near finishing it. One of the herbs on the list is the final ingredient. I just have to find it," you said.

"So, I can't stop now. Because if I do, I could have already found the final ingredient, or the twins are closer to dying," you added, pushing through him toward the door.

Maglor grabbed your shoulder to stop you. "(Name). Stop. Remember the deal we made. The deal where we said we look after each other," he said.

"FUCK THE DEAL!!!" you yelled at him. "This isn't about me! This is about our sons' survival! And if you don't care about that, then I don't need you!" you said, without really thinking before stomping toward the door.

The words struck Maglor like a blow. For a moment, genuine hurt flashed across his face.

But what struck him most was the look in your eyes. The look that was not filled with determination but something akin to desperation and straight-up obsession. The eyes that held no care toward consequences around them or to themselves. The same gaze his father once held, when his grandfather died, and brought forth the madness that consumed his family into this path.

Maglor felt his blood run cold. Back then, he didn't have the wisdom to see it and do something to stop it. Now, he was faced with the same gaze again.

No. Not again.

As you walked toward the door, Maglor quickly rushed toward you.

"STOP!"

Maglor wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest and back into the cabin.

"What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!" you yelled, trashing against him.

"No!" he answered, holding his grip.

"I said let me go!" you yelled and, without thinking, kicked against the doorframe, causing him to stumble backward.

Maglor hit his back against the wall behind him, and you two tumbled to the floor. However, Maglor did not lose his hold. He held you tighter as he pushed himself to sit against the wall, with your face against his chest. You struggled to get out, but your strength wasn't enough. Your pushes against him felt like feeble tugging, which didn't do anything.

"Maglor! Let go!" you demanded.

"No! I can't let you go!" he said, holding you tigher against him.

You struggled again.

"(Name)! Please! You keep saying you need to save the boys, but you haven't been sleeping. You can't even struggle properly. This is killing you!" Maglor spoke, his tone nearly desperate.

"You don't want to lose them, but they can't lose you!" he said, and you stopped.

"I can't lose you. Not like this!" he murmured, his face against your shoulder.

"Please... don't make us lose you first," he pleaded, his tone frail and like he was about to cry.

Something in his voice finally broke through the noise in your head. The things you said came back to you, letting tears pour out of your tired eyes as you realized the awfulness behind your words.

Clutching onto Maglor, you began to uncontrollably cry. The stress and the hopelessness of not having found the final ingredient yet broke through the restraints, combined with your fear of losing Elrond and Elros if you wasted any second of the time you still had. And how you had hurt Maglor without meaning to.

"I'm sorry! " you wailed against him. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Maglor brushed your hair, still holding you tightly. "It's okay. It's okay," he muttered quietly, shedding tears of his own.

You gripped the front of his cloak. "I don't want our boys to die!" you cried between the hiccups.

Maglor didn't say anything, but held you as you continued to cry and wail. Perhaps he was right, as you eventually passed out in his arms, the outbursts of tears, and the ignored exhaustion in your body finally catching up to you. You are not sure how long you ended up sleeping, but without having to know, you knew Maglor stayed with you.

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Scene: Breaking Point

Maglor x reader

Warnings: heavy angst, a mental breakdown, having broken some stuff, mentions of diseases, and reader snaps.

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After breaking everything and screaming until your throat went dry, you slumped to the floor, leaning against the cabinets. There was broken glass, torn papers, and herbs everywhere on the floor. The chairs you tossed lay fallen, and the doors of the cabinet lingered open. It was a giant mess.

Tears continued to fall from your eyes as you wailed in despair, gripping your knees and hair that had not seen a bath for god knows how long.

It even became harder to breathe as you wept. A familiar, painful pulsing came from within your heart. Between your tears, you angrily groaned as the pulsing continued and the wendigo made itself known.

Oh, right. You haven’t remembered to take your medicine for a while.

An unnatural growl managed to escape you as your eyes turned blue. But you held it in. 

Not now.

Your cabin was filled with the sounds of your weeping and the sounds of the wind from the door, which stood open, allowing the cold wind of the early winter to enter. One thing you hated with passion, yet could not muster the care to stand up and close it.

All that effort, all those trips, risking your life to get those herbs just for a small chance of hope that it could be the final ingredient for the medicine. The medicine that could have saved Elros and Elrond. Could have saved your sons.

More tears poured from your eyes.  

Your boys.

Your precious baby boys...

...were going to die. 

They will not see the dawn of the next spring. They will not taste another warm meal or feel the warmth of summer sun. They will not fill the cold stone walls of Amon Ereb with their laughter or bicker over sweet treats ever again.

They will not get to grow into adults, experience their first heartbreaks, or have a family of their own.

You had failed them. You had failed to cure them and save them from Morgoth's disease. They were already at the death's door, and there were no more herbs to find.

You had failed as their mother. 

A sound of a twig breaking reached your ears. You froze as your heightened senses picked up footsteps, quiet and slow like the walk of a predator. You picked up tiny whispers of the black tongue, and soon, the familiar scent of rot, sweat, and rust reached your nose.

Orcs.

There were orcs outside your cabin, slowly approaching to ambush you and make you an easy victim. The only beings in Middle-earth not affected by their master’s creation. The reason everything had happened.

Something clicked within you. 

That’s right. It was their fault. 

They spread the disease. They brought forth Morgoth’s illness. They were the reason your sons were going to die. It was their and Morgoth’s fault.

THEIR FAULT!

Soon, the sorrow in you changed into burning anger. Your thoughts spiralled toward Morgoth and all his servants, thinking how they had been the cause of everything. The wendigo came forth, encouraging the rage boiling in the blood beneath your skin. You couldn't think of anything except the anger and how much you wanted to kill them. Kill the orcs. Kill everything that bore Morgoth's mark.

When you heard whispers, you turned toward the wendigo's mask, which loomed half hidden behind the cabinet, the door open after you slammed one of your chairs against it. The skull's empty eye socket looked at you as if it were simply waiting for you to take it and put it on, to turn into the beast.

You heard the orcs come closer, which only fueled your thoughts on how much you wanted to plunge your teeth into their necks and rip them apart.

The tears on your face felt hot against the winter air as your thoughts spiraled.

KILL! KILL! KILL!

You stood up and threw yourself against the cabinet, nearly ripping it open. You stared at the wendigo's empty skull for a moment before taking it.

And putting it on. 

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Child of The Dead: Beneath the Green Kingdom

Summary: Abandoned by your maker and having escaped the fire, you enter a kingdom filled with green and things unlike anything you've ever seen before.

(Author's note: Maybe this could be considered a sequel. The reason for the nature descriptions is that the reader's character has never seen such things outside of Angband, so they don't know what they are. Definitely inspired by that deer scene in the Frankenstein movie. Also, good descriptive writing practice.)

Warnings: a lot of describing, calm moments, a deer getting killed, getting chased, violence, person gets killed, and a little angst.

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You wandered through the woods — your eyes fixated on everything. 

All around you were these massive columns with crowns that spread toward the sky, covering the blue from your sight with these small, green shapes. Their skin was rough and furrowed, unlike the stone pillars you had seen in your birth home. Here and there, their snake-like feet emerged from the soil before diving beneath it again. There were many of them, all in different heights, shapes, and colors. The top of their crowns swayed with the wind. 

Awe filled your eyes. You did not know what they were. You only remember seeing pieces of their bodies used to feed the fires in your home’s hearths. Wood, was it called? You could not remember. 

What you could remember is that they felt dead. These felt… alive. 

The ground broke beneath your feet, some in softness, some rough, and some covered in small stones and needles that had likely fallen from one of the great pillars. Some of it was covered in soft green blanket, which felt moist, cold, yet pleasant beneath your naked foot. Even the ground felt different. 

You did not know what to think. This kingdom became stranger to you each moment. 

A hiss left you when you felt yourself step on something sharp and round. Looking down, you found a small, round object beneath your foot. You picked it up, and examined it in your hands with fascination. It was brown, but brighter in color. And it felt woody like the pillars around you. It had a scaly appearance like the eggs of the large winged beasts which your maker favored greatly.

There were more scattered around you, some even growing from the pillars with needle fur. 

A strange, small creature suddenly appeared on one of the arms of the pillars. You stared at it, fixated on it as it sat there with incredibly tiny legs and colorful fur. Where its mouth should have been was a hard pointed growth. It had wings from what you could tell, but not wings made of leather like the wings of bats in your home, but something else -- something that looked softer.

It looked at you and released a strange, loud, but not unpleasant sound. It then flew away, your eyes following it and finding more of its kind flying across the wooden pillars. 

Another creature suddenly appeared on one of the pillars. It was bigger than the tiny singing ones, but smaller than your forearm. Its fur was brownish with white under its belly. It had a long, wide tail and moved on all four of its feet.

You watched as it climbed around the pillars with strange gracefulness, leaping from one pillar to another.  

It then stopped and looked at you. The creature came down to a pillar smaller than the others. You stepped back as it got closer, but you saw no hate in its black eyes. Only curiosity and interest in the small brown object in your hands. 

You extended the brown thing to the creature. It grabbed the item, examining it with great care before carrying it with its tiny mouth and returning to the pillars above. 

The corners of your mouth twitched as you were filled with a strange feeling similar to the one you felt whenever you stood near fire. You did not feel… afraid. 

Your ears suddenly caught a sound. 

Looking toward the way the sound came, you decided to follow it. 

Moving around the pillars, you crouched down when you saw a new type of creature. This was taller than the winged singers or the pillar climber. Perhaps as tall as the golden one’s hungry wolves. It had lighter colored fur on its body, while the fur around its head and neck was darker. Its tail was very short. It had long, thin legs with no claws, but these round, dark toes. And on its head were strange horns that looked similar to the horns of the wooden pillars that branched toward the sky.

Around it were more like it. Some had a different kind of branching horn, while some didn't have horns at all.

The creature snapped its head toward you when it heard you coming and saw you. You froze in your place as you looked at its dark eyes. In its eyes, there was caution, but no hunger or anger like most creatures in your maker’s home. It huffed, stepping closer, the round nose on its snout sniffing the air like it was studying you. 

It then relaxed, returning to eat the green on the ground. Seeing it return to feeding, the tension slowly left your body. Staying put, you watched these strange… yet beautiful creatures. 

They were eating strange, shorter pillars covered in broad green growths. Hanging from them were clusters of tiny red spheres, bright against the green. The horned creatures plucked them with surprising care.

Some of them were eating green needles that grew from the ground. The green blades felt soft under your foot, tickling your skin unlike the needles of the wooden pillars. 

A familiar sensation stirred within you as you watched them eat. The unpleasant emptiness within your stomach that sometimes caused you pain and left your throat tight if you ignored it for too long. You knew this sensation well. It was hunger. It was something your… maker… denied you from doing whenever you failed to use sound from your lips. 

Watching the creatures eat these red things, you moved closer. While approaching the small pillar with red spheres, you carefully observed the horned creature eating them.

It glanced at you as you came closer, but did not growl or try to chase you away. Looking at it closer, you were even more awed. It looked tall as you looked at it from a crouching position, though you probably stood taller than it if you stood on your feet. 

It did not mind as you plucked one of the red spheres from the smaller pillar. It felt soft between your fingers. Curious, you placed it in your mouth.

The thin skin burst almost immediately beneath your teeth. Sweet juice flooded your tongue, carrying a faint bitterness beneath it.

Your eyes widened. It was pleasant and seemed to be able to banish the hunger within you. 

The corners of your mouth twitched again.

Your maker and the golden one made you eat many things. Some you had to use your teeth to bite through, some that tasted hard and irritated your tongue.  Most of them weren’t unpleasant, but none of them tasted as pleasant as this red thing. 

You glanced at the horned creature, even offering the red things to it. It sniffed your offering before gently taking it from your hand into its mouth. Its breath and tongue warm against your palm.

The strange warm feeling returned as you ate more and offered some to the horned creature. 

There was suddenly a new sound in the air. You glanced to the side when something then pierced the horned creature's neck. In horror, you saw an arrow poking through the creature's neck, causing it to scream in pain.

You stood up, and suddenly, on the side, you saw orcs. No. Not orcs. 

These creatures stood like the orcs, but their faces were strangely bare. They did not have tusks or sharp teeth. Their ears were round. And their face was pale and pinkish. They wore furs and brown fabrics.

The pink orc that had shot the horned creature lowered its bow. Fear and confusion flashed in his eyes when he saw you.

Terror filled your heart and mind when you saw more of them coming. You began sprinting, the horned creature’s friends running away too. 

“WHAT IS THAT THING?!” 

You heard the pinkish orc yell in its strange tongue. 

“AFTER IT!”

Hearing their footsteps behind you, you realized that they were chasing after you. 

Arrows flew past you, filling you with even more fear. You knew very well what arrows were and what they were used for. They were trying to hurt you. 

You moved quickly on your feet, evading most of the arrows. The pinkish orcs gave chase, but thankfully, you were faster than them. Their voices soon became distant as you got farther away from them. It filled you with some hope that you would outrun them. 

But then you felt a pain in your shoulder. You yelled as you fell on your knees, an arrow piercing through your flesh, filling you with familiar flaming pain. 

Pain. 

Pain. Which brought forth… anger. 

One of the pinkish creatures caught up to you, holding a dagger. Yelling in rage, you slammed your arm against him. Your strength sent him flying hard against one of the pillars. There was a loud snap, and the pinkish orc lay motionless on the ground. You froze for a moment. You had killed him. 

The pain subsiding, you pulled the arrow out of your shoulder and continued running. Already, the wound was beginning to knit itself closed.

The other pinkish orcs stopped chasing you when they found their companion, dead on the ground. They only looked after your vanishing figure as you kept running, as far as you could away from them, away from pain.

You feared what you would find when you woke up on that beach and decided to enter this kingdom. But one thing you didn’t think you would find were creatures that also liked to cause pain… just like your maker. 

Just like Melkor. 

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Scene: What a Mother Would Have Done

Maglor x reader

Warnings: a fluff moment, reader having bruised knuckles, and mentions of cursing in front of kids.

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After cleaning up the bruise on Elrond’s face and making sure nothing else got hurt, you walked up to a basin and cleaned your hands. The red over your knuckles was still vibrant, and the broken skin stung when you rinsed them in water. There was also a small ache in your fingers when you moved them beneath the water, letting them cool off.

Damn. You really beat the shit out of that man.

Maglor appeared beside you. 

“Are your hands all right?” he asked softly. 

“Yeah. They’re okay. Nothing a good old healing salve can't fix. Though my hands are likely going to ache for a while. I wasn't really focused when I threw those punches," you replied. "I'm pretty sure I broke the guy's jaw," you added, remembering hearing something break.

“I say you did what was necessary,” Maglor stated. 

“Honestly, I’m not sure what came over me. After that guy tossed Elrond like that, I just kinda… "You tried to find the right word. "... went on autopilot."

“I guess... seeing Elrond hit his face on that rock really pissed me off. Enough that I stopped thinking and just charged him like an enraged bull," you explained.

“Well, he won’t be causing us any trouble now that he's in the dungeons,” Maglor said. 

“Good. Otherwise, I would have probably done something more than just broken his jaw," you stated, shaking your hands to dry them.

"Not that I didn't already go pretty ugly on him," you said.

Maglor was quiet for a moment before gently taking your hand in his own.

"If I can say... " he started, and you looked at him curiously. “I think there is nothing ugly about a mother protecting her children. What you did was simply what any mother would have done." He then placed a soft kiss on your bruised knuckles. His breath warm on your skin.

He then looked at you in the eyes and smiled. "Unless you still think you'd make an unfit mother."

Warmth spread over your face, and you felt yourself shy away from his gaze, especially when they gleamed with sincerity. You pulled your hand away and turned your eyes elsewhere. Your other hand hovered over the spot Maglor had kissed.

A cough left you. “Uhmm... don’t get charming with me now, mister,” you said, trying to keep yourself calm. However, your flustered tone gave you away easily, letting the elf softly chuckle.

“I mean it. I don’t think you need to doubt yourself about being a good mother. Not just anyone would charge like a bull after a man hurts a child.” Maglor said.

You tried to come up with a response, but your brain refused to collaborate.

“Hey, (Name). “ Elrond suddenly said.

“Yes, Elrond?” you answered, thankful to have a distraction.

“What does ‘Fucking’ mean?” he asked innocently. 

You froze, only remembering now that you cussed in front of Elrond when that man held him at dagger point. You glanced at Maglor, who only gave you an awkward smile and clearly did not intend to help you out of this one. A small part of you died inside.

“It’s an… adult word. Don’t go around saying it. I’ll explain it when you’re a little older,” you answered. 

“Okay,” Elrond answered, and thankfully went back to playing with his toy.

You sighed, relieved for a moment before turning toward Maglor. “I’m gonna have to watch my tongue, do I?” you asked. 

“Most likely. Unless you want them to adopt your way of speech,” Maglor replied, clearly amused by the situation. 

“Well, if there's one negative thing about me being a mother. It's that I will struggle to keep my sailor-cursing mouth shut and teach the twins some rather foul words, even unintentionally,” you said, which made him snort.

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Scene: Queen of Monsters

Maglor x reader

(Author's note: I thought I might show you some scene ideas I'm thinking for the summer heart's song series.)

Warnings: horror-themed, mentions of kidnapping

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"Quiet!" the old man exclaimed. "Be quiet!"

The men fell quiet and turned toward the old man. Even Maglor glanced at him with a raised brow.

"Listen," the old man said, his hand up.

Maglor paid attention as the human men looked around. Wind bellowed outside, the sound of cracking fire could be heard in the distance, but the most noticeable thing was the silence. The fighting and the screaming of dying men were no more. It was silent. Dead silent.

It left Maglor with a dreadful thought. Did you... kill them all?

There was a loud thud. A small tremor shook the tent, causing ripples to form on the surface of the wine within their goblets.

Then there was another, and another. Maglor listened closely as they sounded like footsteps, powerful enough to make the tent tremble and the furniture inside shake. One bottle fell from a table as the footsteps became stronger and closer.

Even Elrond and Elros stopped struggling in their captor's arms, listening as something lingered outside the tent.

Maglor gribbed the handle of his sword as he knew very well what, or who, stood outside the tent. Soon, an eerie coldness filled the tent. It spread like a cold wind, causing the candles to go out and plunging the tent into darkness.

Maglor's gaze then fell on the tent's fabric. Behind the fabric was a bonfire some distance away, allowing a shadow to be cast on the tent. It was a shadow of a large creature, with a skull-like head and jaws filled with sharp teeth. A loud growl could be heard.

Maglor could only see its mouth as the creature stood taller than the tent itself, its shadow alone enough to fill his heart with dread. He was nearly unable to comprehend that this creature was you as he watched it move past the tent.

The leader and his men looked quietly with held breaths.

"Helceth…" the old man said with clear terror in his voice, uttering the moniker the people had given to your curse.

Maglor's eyes followed the outline of your shadow to the tent's entrance.

Everyone in the tent looked toward the entrance. A large hand with sharp claws entered their line of vision, digging into the muddied ground. Then a large head leaned down.

A large blue eye looked inside the tent, gleaming from within a socket of an eye as the rest of the creature's face was made from bone.

The human leader and his people tensed, freezing in fear. Even Maglor tensed as he looked at you.

Though he had seen the wendigo in your human form, this was the first time he had seen you in this form. The true form of one of your world's most dangerous creatures. As he stared back at you as you looked and quietly growled, he was reminded by Camilla's words that in this form, the wendigo was most dangerous and impossible to escape. The very form that allowed you to slaughter an entire orc army and cause a maia to flee.

Even though Maglor tried to hold it in, he could not stop his heart beating fearfully.

The human men already backed away with fear in their faces, looking at the beast that had slaughtered their war camp.

The only thing that caught Maglor's attention was your eye. It didn't have that icy hue over it like in your human form. Camilla had once said that the icy hue over Wendigo's eyes represented their blind hunger and allowed a special kind of vision. However, you didn't have it this time.

Your eye was clear as glass.

Were you aware? Was it you in control? Or both?

Maglor could only guess as you continued to stand there, silently growling.

Waiting.