#carathir

[worshiperofwater]

I drew Caranthir (Witcher 3 not lotr sorry) What do we think about the fact that after so many years of mistery about his appearance it turns out that he’s just a bond dude?

[sauroff]

A reaction to this post. Maedhros wondering why can’t his brothers be a bit more like Artanis o Irissë (After a few hours babysitting Artanis, he realizes he was wrong. His brothers are fine. At least separately)

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Silm September

Haleth and Caranthir have a race to their respective demise.

Prompt: Power Dynamics

Words: 105

Pairing: Haleth x Caranthir

Warning: Sadness, impending doom, impending death, sexual undertones

“Kneel,” Haleth purred. Her voice held but a single melody—that of savage, unbroken self-respect—akin to the ruthless howling of the transitory storm.

Already, her joints were creaking as the sands of time made every part of her indomitable body ache.

Because he loved her, Morifinwë—who’d been promised a hypothetical eternity—stilled as if he could halt the very inevitability of decay by staying motionless before her.

Mightier than she could ever fathom, he might easily have crushed her with his bare, cruel hands.

Devoted, he abided in humble subservience to her will instead.

“Good boy,” she praised, unyielding to the bitter end.

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[eunoiaastralwings]

Ik I already requested for Maglor but how about hcs from the anon convo we had where i was definitely not the anon for HCs about the Reader somehow miss pronouncing his name as Caramel or teasing to him that he's just sweet like Caramel under his hard exterior, how about do both.

featuring caranthir x reader

fandom tolkien — the silmarillion

a/n yes — from the one where you were definitely not the anon! 🤭— I hope you like this!— this turned into a a hc and mini story because i cojdlnt control myself lmao!

You stared at him wide eyed — what the fuck did you just call him? — You knew from the beginning — when your best friends Ambarussa invited you to the ball their family was hosting — you were going to mess up.

But you never realized — you would mess up so badly, you would completely mispronounce one of their older brother's name!

Shit— fuck! — you wanted the ground to eat you up as the prince you called Caramel, instead of Caranthir was glaring at you— drilling holes into your skin.

You knew the Feanorians were a handsome bunch — your best friends Ambarussa were no expectation to that— but this Nolder prince took you breath away more than the rest of them — even more than the oldest, who was literally called handsome — and more than the 3rd prince, whose hair was as silver as the moon.

But Caranthir Caramel . . . — he was the type of handsome that made your inside melt in awe as you stared at his deep reddened skin — lots of colors your fingers were inching to trace. It didn't help — this was the first time you were meeting him!

What a wonderful first impression.

"My prince! —am so sorry! . . . — I didn't mean to— I meant it as a compliment! — it was an accident. . .— you have beautiful— I just meant you are as beautiful as caramel— your skin looks like-"

"Forget it!"

He harshly cut of you — the prince didn't say another word as he abruptly turned away from you. You facepalmed — having made the worst impression you possibly could.

The next few days — it was annoying you. Something about the 4th prince thinking badly about you — it didn't sit right with you.

You never told your best friends — too afraid they would use it to tease him

Then — the next few days you had decided to learn how to bake the best cookies, muffins — and what not in town.

You remembered — Ambarussa saying Caranthir adored baking — you slot in little apology notes and letters in there too — sometimes your own little versions of fortune cookies — you just hoped he didn't eat the papers.

But when all your treats were delivered back — it greatly upseted you — though you didn't give up! No— in fact you made twice more — before only one basket of treats were delivered to him, this time treat baskets of twos and threes were even delivered to him.

Until one day — you made a mistake! The caramel slices you had intended for a friend with the note: you're as sweet as caramel — was accidentally placed in one of Caranthir's baskets.

Realizing the dumb fuckery you did— you raced to the gates of the 4th Prince's quarters.

You dashed in — despite the guards trying to hold you back — you think at one point Ambarussa did come to help you out — thinking it was prank you trying to pull on them — or Caranthir.

When you crashed into his study — he already had one of the caramel slices in one hand and the other — had your little note — you had even decorated it with little stars and doodles.

You mentally died inside as he slowly looked up at you — again you really prayed the ground would just eat you up.

The red blush on his face — it made you bite your lip nervously.

Until suddenly he thanked you — from the strain in his voice you knew it was something he rarely did. Surprisingly — you bowed and turned to leave until he asked — "Did you make these?"

You explained it — how you intended it all to be an apology gift.

Caranthir didn't say anything as you did — and when awkwardly excused yourself to take your leave.

The next few days you felt so empty — not even going out when Ambarussa had invited you out.

You stayed inside with nothing to do — walking around aimlessly.

When a there was a knock on your door — you groaned and swung it open ready to shout at your best friends.

Only— it wasn't your best friends — but Caranthir.

He gave an awkward greeting — then asking you to meet him by the lake in the evening.

You didn't deny — but it did take a long time for you to answer — too mesmerized by his overflowing beauty.

When evening rolled around — you wore the best clothes you had and arrived on time.

The grass looked fresh cut — and there was a warm breeze — you settled on the grass as you waited.

Not even seconds later — the prince arrived — awkwardly holding a mini basket in his hand.

"I. . .— I made a few things . . .— for you — I thought you might like them . . ."

He cleared his throat — growing bright red and settled the basket beside.

Caranthir quickly laid out a blanket on the grass for you — helping you sit on it too — then emptied the contents in the baskets.

You blushed seeing the freshly baked treats — especially the caramel slices.

"Thank you— my prince. . ."

You blushed — when he offered you a plate.

"Call me, Caramel—NO! CARANTHIR!"

You almost choked — own your own breath— when he said that.

With little coughs — you nodded at him, trying to keep your composure.

Over the next few weeks — this was the routine, bringing each other treats and even learning from him.

It continued and grew comfortable — until one day he asked you to court him.

It shocked you to the core — the 4th prince wanted to court you? — Sure, you were friends with the 6th and 7th princes — but that didn't come close to this.

You agreed — of course — accepting his hand in courtship — because Eru knows of how much you had started to like him — enough the sound of his voice made your heart race.

When Ambarussa had found out they were shocked — happy but shocked! Now— usually it would be, siblings warning the outsider to be careful with their brother's or sister's heart— but in your case Ambarussa went out of their way to warn Caranthir to be careful with your heart.

It was hilarious — watching them trying to make a stand against their older brother.

Over the course of your courtship— you realized all rumors about Caranthir was untrue — yes he would get angry and annoyed — but it was rather because of people purposely getting on his nerves and riling him up!

It bothered you so much — sometimes you wanted to punch the person who made Caranthir looked bad.

Ambarussa lowkey pointed out — Caranthir's anger was "rubbing off you" — you made no comment, only rolled your eyes.

Caramel slices — those became a little inside joke between Caranthir and you.

Sometimes you would peck his blushing cheeks — saying he was really as sweet as caramel — despite the tough, hard exterior he showed.

Because if he was, as they say— hot tempered, mad, quickiest to anger, vicious — why would he make time for you, make you the best treats and always made sure your comfort and safety came first.

You strongly believed — Caranthir Caramel was judged too quickly!

You always showed him he was worth loving — even on his bad days.

Bad days — you bring him caramel slices and tease him —then showering him with kisses.

Until one day — you grew particularly brave and said.

"You know Cara— I always said you're sweet as caramel— I wonder if. . . You taste as sweet as caramel too?"

You winked.

To your surprise — he suddenly pulled you to him and despite the redding blush on his race — he whispered into your ears in a deep— almost dangerously low voice.

"Would you like to find out, my dearest melda."

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[maglor-has-no-harp]

Usual Noldor royalty shenanigans. Inspired by a fight at my friends birthday party. Maedhros looks like he’s about to have a heart attack.

[alia-turin]

5 characters:

Auberon

Imlerith

Eredin

Avallac’h

Caranthir

Holly cow I think that said a character name and 5 HC 😄😄😄

Just because you are cute anon and I adore you:

Auberon

He has extremely gentle and attentive side that people sometimes forget in his later years due to his vices

Loves horses and has good collection in his stables. Best horse flesh in Tir na Lia

Dislikes court politics (much like Eredin) but knows his duty and deals with that regardless

Would go out of his way to learn something small about his servants, even if he never talks to them.

He has a court jester. During one of his depressive moods he locked himself in his bedroom with his jester and planned with him building multiple new palaces.

Imlerith

Loves animals

His soldiers love him but also know their place around him

Thinks of Caranthir as his younger brother hence it's his responsibility to introduce the younger man to every vice known to Aen Elle

Has a piercing on a place that makes people blush

Has very short temper and usually reacts with physical violence, not words.

Eredin

Likes to test his men in sword fight. It's not about who wins or loses, he believes the fighting style tells something about about the person.

He has always been at odds with Avallac'h, at first it was never personal, just two men with different views who just can't get along, but the longer that went on the more it grew into actual hate

Would remember the slightest and silliest transgression against himself and will pay back with interest even if it takes time.

The only two people who would somehwat trust are Caranthir and Imlerith (and even to them he does not disclose everything)

Loves hunting

Avallac'h

Painfully aware of all the mistakes he had done in life - will never admit.

When he was younger he would pull pranks on Eredin. Eredin never knew where it came from.

As Caranthir was getting older, he started having doubts if he wants the boy to join the red riders.

There are numerous books about magic written by him, all Aen Elle mages learn from them.

Was very close friend to Auberon but never crossed the line in public, always respectful and acting as adviser.

Caranthir

Cannot stand being called Sage or anything of the sort (even if he is one)

Absolutely unable to deal with emotions unless related to hate and violence that he understands well courtesy of Eredin

Does not like spending too much time in Tir na Lia unless he has to. Most of his days he spends in abandoned tower in the mountains.

Despite his dislike for Avallac'h he has picked a lot of habits from his old teacher - talking in half sentences, emotional closeness, but also interest in research.

Despite not liking spending time at court he has natural talent to navigate politics. Not as good as Ge'els of course but better than expect for someone who does not get involved in drama.

[entrelesloups]

Elmo/Feanorians AU

This is a little sequel to my previous HC/AU post. It’s VERY fluffy and very AU, so if you’re not into it, consider yourselves warned;)  I personally always felt, that many Silmarillion characters deserved better:) so here we go:

I had an idea, that Elmo would eventually find his way to Feanorians and would truly befriend them. It would start by him helping Maitimo. I guess, that elvish healers living in Middle-earth would be more used to dealing with various traumas than the Valinorian ones. Because Middle-earth was never really purged of evil, elves venturing outside the borders of Doriath would frequently fell victims to various attacks, get tortured etc. Elmo, as one of the most powerful healers in Arda, would thus have plenty of experience and would be able to help Maitimo with issues that the Noldorin healers couldn’t tackle. Also, as an apt physical therapist, he would give Maitimo a medical massage every time he would visit Himring and he would even create a special set of exercises that would help substantially improve Maitimo’s damaged shoulder. Later, he would teach Makalaure (upon his request) about these things as well, so that he could be able to help his brother in Elmo’s absence.

This would be the first step. During his sessions with Maitimo, Elmo would develop strong respect and admiration for this young man. And slowly, as he would get to know the rest of them too, he would start to understand them and later grow truly fond of them. In the end, the feelings would become mutual. I had this idea, that eventually they would even sometimes refer to him as “uncle Elmo“ (OK, lets be honest, Carnistir probably wouldn’t:) but even he would eventually stop calling him “that Teleri b***h” and would start referring to him by his name;)).