OK SO the story I started writing for this has turned into a much bigger thing, already over 3k words and will probably double to finish, plus the hurt/comfort aspect is getting a little out of the range of super soft SO I am posting a cozy snippet for the Cozy Cuddle Week entry. (I'll post the finished story in a week or two on AO3 and here, so let me know if you want to be tagged when I do!)
SHUT UP GET TO THE CUDDLES.
All you need to know for this snippet is that Camnir has a broken leg and Adar is taking care of him. References to injury and pain but no graphic descriptions. Rated T just to err on the side of caution. Hair combing, vulnerability, hurt/comfort, Only One Bed. There's also a uruk OC named Draga mentioned.
Camnir is also not just being needy because he's in pain, he has a huge crush on Adar. We can relate. Snippet below the cut.
Survival meant ingenuity and Adar had noticed that the small number of his children who had resisted the influence of Sauron were some of the most clever. They were able to make so much out of nearly nothing and in the months they had been in hiding they were still able to prepare hearty meals and build substantial shelters that were also easy enough to carry and could be assembled and disassembled very quickly. When Draga informed him that a tent had been set up for Camnir, Adar was not surprised to find it was furnished with his injuries and needs in mind.
The central item was a proper bed, the frame crafted from scavenged wood. Rope was woven through in an overlapping design with a patched up bedroll placed on top. Considering that most of Adar’s children were three times heavier than any elven cartographer, it would be a stable place for him to get some healing sleep.
Adar lowered Camnir onto the bed, but Camnir’s arms remained clasped around Adar’s shoulders, his nose still pressed up under Adar’s jaw. Adar found he had little choice but to bring himself fully into bed with his patient on his lap in order to keep Camnir’s splinted leg at a comfortable angle.
This appeared to be the point, as Camnir spoke timidly into Adar’s chest.
“Will you stay with me?”
Adar felt a warm blush creep into his face. He hadn’t planned on leaving him, but he had not planned on sleeping in the bed.
“Yes, I’ll be here. Draga brought provisions for me to sleep on the ground. But if you need anything during the night, just ask and I’ll help.”
Camnir released his hold on Adar’s shoulders and looked up at him hopefully.
“Will you… brush my hair?” He moved and unlaced a side pocket on his tunic, procuring a comb. “I have this."
Adar nodded silently and took the comb.
Camnir thus allowed Adar to move him off his lap and shift to position himself sitting behind the elf.
Adar’s chest tightened with apprehension. Even though as part of no longer wearing armor, the gauntlet he had usually worn on his left hand had also been abandoned. This meant his hand was unassisted and revealed the extensive loss of motion he had sustained. His right hand wasn’t much better, numb, but at least he could move it. His left he was barely able to move and couldn’t feel at all. Field dressing wounds was one thing, but Adar had not attempted something so delicate as combing someone else’s hair. He only had experience with his own and he wasn’t gentle with himself when it got tangled. He usually just had to cuss through the worst of the knots then begrudgingly allow one of his children to braid it to keep it better maintained. Certainly not the method he wanted to use on a wounded cartographer.
As it was, Adar’s fears were unfounded. For as rough of shape as Camnir had been in when they found him his hair, in typical elven form, was practically immaculate. When he started by simply gathering Camnir’s hair from his shoulders, the deep walnut strands flowed like silk into his grasp.
Tingles danced through Adar’s fingers as he separated Camnir’s hair into sections, a soft sensation sparking feelings he had forgotten he could feel on his nerve damaged skin. Camnir let out a contented hum as Adar began to gently move the comb through the first section, moving carefully and slow around the point and curve of Camnir’s ear.
By the time he made it to the final section, Camnir’s head was dipping down into his chest and he was swaying in an effort to stay upright as he fell in and out of sleep. Adar swept the comb through his hair a few more times, merely for the comforting sensation than any practical purpose, then tucked and pinned the comb into Camnir’s hair, high enough that it wouldn’t bother him when he laid down.
Adar then gently took hold of Camnir’s shoulder’s and guided them toward the bed as he himself moved to stand up. But Camnir snapped back awake and grabbed at Adar’s cloak.
“What are you doing?” Camnir asked.
“Letting you sleep. You need rest to heal,” Adar answered.
Camnir shook his head, pushing himself back up. “I don’t want to go to sleep.”
“Are you in pain?” Adar asked, already mentally putting together an herbal recipe for a tea to ease pain.
Camnir bit his lip. “If I say yes will you hold me again?”
The thoughts of tea abruptly vanished from Adar’s mind. Words nearly failed him, but he managed after an almost awkwardly long pause to say sincerely, “I… could do that even if you aren’t in pain.”
Camnir’s eyes widened and his lips almost broke into a smile, but it was cut off by a wince.
“Yeah, Well. It does still hurt a bit.”
Camnir may still need the tea later, but for now Adar climbed back into the bed, scooping Camnir into his chest like he had when he picked him up from the ground in the woods. Camnir shifted on his lap, adjusting for his wounded leg before settling in, the bridge of his nose finding what appeared to be his favorite place, nuzzled up underneath Adar’s jaw.
Adar drew up the one blanket they had and covered up the rest of him by spreading out his cloak over Camnir’s shoulders. He then helped brace Camnir as he lowered them both to lay on the bed.
“Does this feel all right?” Adar asked.
But all he got in reply was half an “Mmm.” Camnir was already fast asleep.
@rivendellwatch (Thank you for putting on this event!!)
Title: The Sweet Spot
Pairing: Adar/Camnir
Rating: M (Mature) just to be safe. I love reading smut but I am terribly rusty at writing it so though sexual encounters are referenced and recounted there's nothing explicit on page. Camnir ends up covered in oil though.
Blurb/Summary: Adar can't feel Camnir's touch because of his scarring and nerve damage, but a little bit (or a lot a bit) of cinnamon rectifies the situation.
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship. The Uruk are semi-permanently settled and Camnir lives with them. Adar lives of course. References to scars and body damage but no explicit descriptions. Author is disabled and chronically ill/disabled Adar is my jam. If we are going to call Camnir a cinnamon roll, Adar should get to lick him like he is one. Not smut, just playfully sexual. I wasn't going to write anything but then I got this idea and just had to so it is not very long but I'm happy with it. Uruk OC's Mocdul and Draga mentioned. I think that's it, get on with it:
Since becoming his lover, there was nothing Camnir enjoyed more than touching Adar. Camnir was a cartographer after all and he treasured the gift of such delicious topography that pulsed with life beneath his hands.
However, it didn't take long for him to figure out that his touches were not always received as vibrantly.
Adar had been forthcoming in the fact that his body had been through cruelties that had left parts of him deformed and numb. But the extent to which he had lost sensation was revealed more slowly.
Adar tried to hide it at first. But it was difficult to hide from Camnir. Never before had Adar experienced such an attentive lover intent on traversing and mapping every inch of his body so lovingly. Camnir caught on pretty quickly that Adar was much more interested in watching Camnir touch him than the actual touches. And when Adar wasn't looking at where Camnir's hands landed, he didn't respond at all.
This wasn't surprising considering there were precious few places Adar's skin wasn't webbed or notched. Indeed the tracks of some of Adar's scars were nearly an inch deep and Camnir could fit his fingertips into them easily at the top of Adar's shoulder and follow them down in a claw like motion the length of Adar's entire back. Finally Adar confessed, to both Camnir as well as himself, that he felt none of it.
But, Adar explained, just because he couldn't feel Camnir superficially didn't mean he couldn't feel him in the ways that were important. He could feel heat. And pressure. Two very key things that made their sexual encounters more or less the same as anyone else's—other than they took things slower and there had to be decent lighting, whether that be firelight or sunlight, so Adar could see what was going on.
One day, however, the Valar blessed Camnir with a tool that allowed Adar to feel his touch.
Well, actually, it had been an accident. And an innocent one at that.
It started when the weather turned cold. Even though he was an elf, the rougher lifestyle of the Uruk took it’s toll on Camnir in various ways. One of those was that Camnir’s lips became dry and cracked in the cold air.
The Uruk healer in camp, Mocdul, had various tinctures and salves for burns and other ailments. But these were developed for the Uruk biology, and Camnir was fairly certain the ingredients were mostly toxic to elves and he'd be poisoned if he tried to use any of them, especially on his lips.
Thus he had to invent a cure on his own. A simple lip balm would do.
He procured some sweet cooking oil from the best cook in camp, Draga, and added in some ground cinnamon he had in his personal stores. (Much like medications, Uruk tea was hostile to Camnir’s sensibilities so he was on his own when it came to brewing and flavoring his tea.)
After he boiled and cooled the concoction, he jarred it up and let the balm settle. When he was done he had a good sized jar of oil he could use and not worry about dying.
The first kiss he received from Adar while wearing the lip balm was meant to be a quick, chaste greeting when Adar retuned to their cabin after a long night with a scavenging detachment. But something activated when their lips met and a sensual burn blossomed over Camnir’s lips. Adar felt it too and the next thing Camnir knew they were kissing again, deep, devouring, and toppling onto the floor, all weariness (and the fact they had a perfectly good bed in the corner) completely forgotten in favor of pleasure.
The next night, Camnir decided to try using the balm on other places in addition to his lips. He applied it to the tips and lobes of his ears, his neck, and his wrists. Adar took some time licking each spot thoroughly, but as soon he moved to unite their bodies, they were both done in less than thirty seconds.
The next night, Camnir coated his hands in oil and splayed them across Adar's back, massaged his neck, caressed his chest, thighs, and everywhere else he could touch. As their encounter progressed it turned into the loudest, most sensual session they had shared in their history together. They were both grateful the Uruk settlement had been able to build small homes and cabins because there would have been no way Adar’s children would have not overheard what was going on if they were still using tents. As Adar drifted into sleep he confessed to Camnir that it had been the first time he felt touch that burned with sweetness instead of pain.
After that night, Camnir used his entire store of cinnamon to make several more jars of the balm and Adar and Camnir used it every time they made love.
Which was almost every day, but sometimes things were hectic enough that they were interrupted for a few nights. On one such dry spell, Camnir retired to their cabin early, resolved to not allow another night to go by without any action.
He grabbed a fresh jar of the cinnamon oil.
It started simply enough. He applied the balm to his lips, of course, and then around his ears, under his jaw, and along his collarbones.
He then stripped off his clothing and added oil to the important parts: his nipples and the insides of his thighs. The spiced scent and the dull burn that spread over his sensitive spots ignited his eagerness. Before he knew it, Camnir was slathering the oil on every inch of himself he could reach.
He only stopped because his hands had become so coated in oil that he couldn't hold onto the jar anymore. It slipped through his fingers and landed with a thud at his feet. None of it spilled only because there was too little left in the jar to spill any.
It was then Camnir realized he had taken things too far. His brain halted. He had never been naked, completely soaked in oil, and turned on out of his mind, all at the same time. He didn’t know how to proceed.
His mind was so muddled he didn't even hear Adar enter their home.
When Camnir looked up his wide, panicked eyes were met by Adar’s gaze, a look mingling between desire and amusement.
They stared at each other for a few moments until Adar took a slow step, then another, until he was close enough to Camnir to take a deep, warm inhale of the sweet cinnamon radiating off his lover's body.
When Adar spoke, his voice was even more low and graveled than usual.
“It seems,” he said, lifting one hand and gently pressing his index finger on Camnir's nose.
"You’ve missed a spot."
The end…. whatever you imagine happens after this is between you and Eru.
Thanks for reading <3
(Also, I'm still writing the Adar/Camnir story that I posted a snippet of during Cuddles Week, I have not forgotten about it, I promise I'll tag everyone who expressed interest when it is finished.)
I finally, finally, revised and finished the Adar/Camnir story I started for Cozy Cuddles Week and it is up on A03!
Sheltered, an Adar/Camnir hurt/comfort fic, Teen & Up rating
Summary: After the siege of Eregion, some of the Uruk who did not fall under the influence of Sauron retrieve Adar's body and discover he is still alive. They go into hiding, led by Camnir who has befriended them and who uses his expertise to navigate them around without being discovered. When Camnir is captured then left for dead with a broken leg, the Uruk rescue him and Adar can no longer ignore the feelings that have developed between them. Lots of hurt/comfort and cuddling ensues. (They are also probably soulmates.)
Was finally able to work more on the Adar/Camnir story I started for Cuddle Week and if the hurt/comfort cuddle trope wasn't enough I have now also added a soulmate component 😅 sorry not sorry 😇 I hope to get it finished in the next week or so. I'm really enjoying writing it!
But... what pray tell is this ship name? Camdar? Adamnir?
Cartographyscars isn't the most convenient name but has potential 😂
