#begetting day

[tiutale]

Image: Fingolfin arriving late at night a few days before Maedhros’s Begetting Day. They have tea and talk. Nolofinwë keeps a close eye on his nephew knowing what horrors this time of year brings for him. Well, he doesn’t know exactly but from what Nelya has told him...

The next day , Maedhros falls asleep on the daybed. He’s fought sleep due to nightmares but a day of riding and sword play with Nolofinwë has lead to that satisfying sort of exhaustion. Nolofinwë covers him in a blanket. He will stay up that night.

-@outofangband

Fingolfin's eyes traveled from the low embers of the hearth to that of his nephew's face. The slight furrow of his brow was concerning but he assumed it had more to do with the physical exertion on his body than a nightmare. Pulling the blanket to Nelya's chin he smiked softly. At least he could give him this. If he could not take his fear and pain away completely.

Turning to the fire his eyes glowed as he began a slow mantra in his mind. One that would cloak the home in a warm healing energy. It was subtle and gentle. Like yhe gentle lap of water on the shore of a lake during a gentle summer breeze. He would keep his nephew safe as was in his power.

(Oh this is such a warm safe image. I was not sure if you wanted more or not but fingolfin stole my keyboard so :/--- @outofangband )

[dailythranduilproject]

Thranduil  - Begetting day 

Happy Thranduil Thursday!

@bellevox

[third-of-finwe]

Morgoth grinned his finger trailing along the lips as Maedhros chewed the food. Well. Tried to. He laughed low the sound rumbling through the elf's blood. "Do you enjoy our surprise?" The hand upon Maedhros' leg moved up his thigh again to his knee cap. "Tonight I will show you the ways I appreciate your existence. In far more ways than your kin ever could." Leaning forward his allowed his fingers to move from Maedhros lips slowly to his hair in a far to intimate caress.

(Im so glad it it coming across well I could not get the image of Morgoth forcefeeding him like a birthday cake out of my head so I am glad this is turning out so well. Your description of effects was great. No big plan from me there. I really should stop for the evening but thank you. If we can maybe continue tomorrow?)

(definitely! and ack yeah his Begetting Days basically managed to pervert any potentially happy elven or human tradition associated with them so that image makes a lot of sense)

Maedhros shivered. His arms dropped to his side and he slumped against the surface behind him, his look of anger falling into a stark fear as he stared as his captor, barely able to manage the strength needed to swallow the last few bites of the pastry. The leg being caressed twitches. 

[third-of-finwe]

Morgoth's eyes reduced in brightness so the silmarils out shown their feiry glance. "You sound distressed my child. Fret naught. I give you a glimpse of that which your father sullied. Within my hold they have blossomed well." The lights dance and pulse to the cadence of a broken song. His hand remians on the elf's knee for a moment longer then slides down the bruised thigh. The food presses against the parched chapped lips of his captive. "That is my good little Maitimo. Open and accept your gift." It is a special treat that will make the elf more cooperative but retain enough sense to know all that happens.

(the description of the poisoned/drugged food as a ‘special treat’ quite literally made me shudder. in a good way. also thank you for the thread I’ve been wanting to do a begetting day event this year)

Maedhros chews and swallows with difficulty given how dehydrated he is. The effects are almost instantaneous. His limbs felt heavier. Some of the pain in his many injuries seemed to numb. His heart rate speeds up for a few seconds. Maedhros blinks in alarm, trying to focus on the taste of the rare bit of food. 

(I left the effects a bit vague in case there were any symptoms you wanted specifically)

[third-of-finwe]

Morgoth's teeth revealed themselves as he smiled at the elf. The hand with the pasty like food came closer. His other hand moved down from the elf's face. Setting on his knee. He rubbed what one would think would be comforting circles on the knee cap. "My child. I give you my word this night will be as unforgettable as the day." His claw like fingers curled into the flesh of the knee. "Now. You will not deny this that I have had Mairon make specially for your Day." Bringing the food up it dripped slowly down his hand. "Open."

Maedhros could only imagine what the substance was if Mairon had made it.  “I would rather forget it all,” he whispers dully but he does open his mouth, moving one leg closer to him in an attempt to dislodge the Vala’s hand. Without much success. Only realizing just how thin he was. 

[third-of-finwe]

Morgoth's smile dropped but his eyes danced with unreatrained amusemement. "That is not polite. Refusing my generosity will incure my wrath little one." Reaching forward his clawed finger dug into a still healing cut on the elf's leg. "I am certain you recall the payment for doing such." Moving closer to his cowering captive he lifted the now bloodied finger and wiped it across Maedhros' cheek. "Surely on such a day as this you would prefer to celebrate it in the presence of-family." He grinned the look bringing a chill to the room deeper than the depths of the oceans. "Am I not family my child? Even now after all we have shared?"

For a few moments all Maedhros heard was his shallow, panicked breathing. The emotion that welled up in him at the mention of family burned in his chest and some of the fury and indignation seemed to leave him. His posture became more resigned as his eyes rested just past the Vala’s hand. He shook his head again. 

[third-of-finwe]

Morgoth's eyes lightened as his laughter shook the walls of the chamber. "Your defiance is not something I find endearing. Yet. It does provide a level of entertainment." Sitting upon the bed beside the elf he reached forth to swipe a bit of hair from Maedhros' face. Instead of tucking it behind a delicate yet bruised ear he pulled the strands out. "There. Now. Let us try this again. For this day should be celebrated should it not, Maitimo. Ones day of begetting is a truly special occassion." While one hand began to caress bruised flesh the other reached for a sweet pastry like food. "Open child. Take this treat in recognition of our celebration."

Maedhros shook his head frantically. He was backed up against the surface behind him, knees pulled up to his chest, blood trickling down the side of his face and his jaw clenched tightly. Not daring to open his mouth even to verbally refuse. The laughter chilled him deeply. 

[tiutale]

💬 Your nephew is having a lovely Begetting Day celebration

Fingolfin's eyes narrowed but he remained calm despite the flare of protective urge in his chest. "I do apologize for the false impression this rumor has offered. My nephew has no plans for such a celebration. He will be staying with me for a time. If you wish to offer your regards Lady Nerdanel will be taking his missives for the next several days."

Brrathing a heavy sigh through his nose he bowed and tuened to leave. It would seem he had some letters to write. He would end this rumor before it reached his nephew and before any others with less than good intentions would create any trouble.