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Fingolfin and Lalwen 💙

Editing to add that the inspiration comes from here

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is that the suspicious shape of a @silmarillionepistolary entry in your pants or are you just happy to see me

Heated chivalry by hautdesert

OR: When the king's away, the Lalwen will play. Unrestrained summer fun as told in selected correspondences.

4k | Rated T

Brother, What, another absence? I cannot bear it. I shall not bear it! And since when have you been in the habit of sending a messenger rather than coming yourself to bid me goodbye? At least give me the courtesy of weeping on your breast as a good sister ought, or simply coming to my chambers. I am not some court lady to be dismissed at a word, and I’ll thank you to remember it. I am very put out with you. Hurry back, lest in your absence I instigate all sorts of terrible mischiefs that will bring the fortress down about your ears on your return. Your sister, Lalwen

SUNDRY TAGS: First Age / Sibling Incest / Courtly Love / Threesome - F/M/M / Lalwen's eminently prosperous fujo era / Finally something that's not doom gloom and sadomasochism (although the sadomasochism is still there) / Light considerations of pseudo-medieval eroticisms

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But chains and whips excite me

Lalwen is a kinky, bratty girl, and Fingolfin an upright and conservative but very horny man. When she suggests that Fingolfin tie her up, ironically he refuses on moral grounds. But Lalwen knows how to get what she wants, and she’s not afraid of a little deception and blackmail to get the kinky sex of her dreams. Can Fingolfin resist her manipulations, or is he secretly into it too? read on Ao3... 5k words

For @silmsmutweek Day 2: Summer, bondage. Yes the title is tongue in cheek, and yes I think Lalwen would like the song. This fic is my self-indulgent brat!Lalwen/sadist!Nolvo thesis because I personally think that's hot...

snippet below

With his hips pressed against her buttocks, he ran his hands over her body, and so stroked the soft skin on her waist, played along her arms, and tugged at the unforgiving rope that so strictly and utterly restrained her. Her bound hands fidgeted and she tried to return his caresses, yet she could but feebly brush her fingertips against his navel. He pulled on a big knot fixed betwixt her thin shoulderblades, already arched stiffly, and she exhaled with a shudder.

“This is thy desire?” he said, marvelling at the lewd sight of her, at the feeling of her body close to his, at the fell power he held as he clutched the knot like it were an anchor to the desires of the flesh that plagued him.

“Forsooth, my lord,” she murmured with a little smile.

“I might withhold all fulfillment from thee. I might forsake thee here, to lie immobilized and blind, unable to depart, utterly and pathetically helpless until thy handmaiden enters to find thee in this hapless state. What thinkest thou?”

Lalwen squirmed, thrilled and terrified by the proposition. It would be terribly exciting to be abandoned, bound as she was, but a terrible and wretched torment, for she was so very needy.

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To Call You by His Name

Lalwen calls Fingolfin by their father's name

2.6 k. Explicit. tags: vaginal sex, choking, fealty kink, daddy kink

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WIP Wednesday

My dear friends @balrogballs and @annarobots tagged me to share a WIP snippet. @atlantablack and @nerdanelparmandil tagged me for the word game, and I truly appreciate it but I don’t have enough WIP to do both prompts. In turn I am tagging @antlered-vixen @fatbishonen @starsofarda @melestasflight @polutrope @ulmondil @queerofthedagger if there is anything you want to share!

This is a snippet from a Fingolfin/Lalwen bondage PWP. I want everyone to know about Lalwen’s trashy moonrune trampstamp because I feel very sexy and clever for writing this. I am looking for a way to insert the actual Tengwar characters into the text, but haven’t figured it out yet.

Fingolfin was suddenly aware of how very very warm it was. Twas the heat of summer, and the breath of Anor lingered still in the air, and the warmth of her rays radiated yet from the earth, and the air was thick with humidity. He liked better the cold, and he thought fondly of the frost that renders the land as hoary as the moon that shone upon them now. But brief are the years of the earth in the reckoning of the Eldar, and he would not wait long ere the comforting cold was come again.

Fingolfin crossed his legs. He let the thin tunic ride up slightly, and he pulled his hair back from his neck and over one shoulder. It did not occur to him that the bear pelt draped across his ornate chair perhaps contributed to the heat.

But haply the primary culprit was not the season, nor the furs, but the lewd sight of Lalwen sprawling, nay, writhing on the moon-washed floor, with her dark hair strewn all about her. She arched her back like a cat, raised her buttocks in the air, and as the pale light caressed her silken skin, a glimmer appeared on her lower back. It glowed silver, and was soon legible as three letters: FNA, Finwë Nolofinwë Aracano. In the first he had considered the tattoo to be a lewd disfiguring of her body, an uncultured practice derived from the Sindar, but he could not deny the thrill that came from knowing she had marked her body for him. Not for her other lovers, not for any other man, but for him. And it was clever, the moon-runes, for unless she should turn her back to them in the moonlight, those faithful knights who pursued her favor would learn of it not.

She abaseth herself, he thought, but the scorning of her wantonness was no protection against her, but a provocation and an invitation of his own sickly desire, and he felt himself swelling. Why must she provoke me so? Why must she invite me into her sin? She who shared her bed with a knight only yestereve, and now she presenteth herself unto me like a baseborn wench.