#gereth

[rana-temporaria]

Thinking about Evranin and Gereth, I really love including them in shit. I like to think Elwing had them leave the Havens with Elrond and Elros when the 3rd kinslaying happened, they were both killed when Maedhros and Maglor chased them down

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*hits OC with Arcane style study beam*

[misstycloud]

Haii!! I've read your work before! And I absolutely adore all your fics < 3

If possible, may I request a yandere actor x background actor reader? (Like they have no speaking role, just their role is to stand there?) And somehow the reader caught the yandere's attention? XD

A/n: sup’ I’ve been gone a while. Sry for not being so active but here’s this.

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She didn’t do anything; nothing except standing there quietly in the background, melting into it like one tree among many in a forest. She was worth a penny compared to him- she didn’t even have any lines! So why were his eyes always drawn to her?

Perhaps it was because she didn’t try to cover his attention like all the others. It was offensive, really, how they thought he didn’t notice; they believed he couldn’t se through their over the top compliments and fake smiles.

But it was a small price to pay for such success. ‘You can’t have everything’, his father told him that. ‘You can either be rich, or you can be happy. There is no in between.’

(They were neither, but that hardly seems important)

He had to admit his father’s judgement to be correct.

“Shooting in ten!” Someone yelled.

There was no time for him to ponder over useless things, he was there to work, not to waste away inside the trailer. After having the makeup artist give him a touch-up, the tall man went over to the set(while reviewing the script inside his head one last time) in order to film the next scene.

“It’s all thanks to Gareth’s amazing, awesome, fantastic performance and quick thinking we’ve been able to stay on time of schedule - I really did think we were gonners’ after that last prop broke.” The employee guiltily admitted before his collueges. “But luckily-“ he swung his arm around Gareth’s shoulders “- our dear ‘X- city’s Top Actor’ was here to save us, and to that I propose a toast!”

Gareth held back a sneer. It didn’t matter how enticing it sounded like, he could not do it. Because if he did, then his perfect facade would be torn apart by these…people. That couldn’t happen. Ever. Too much sweat and blood has been shed for his position and there was no fucking way he would let anyone ruin that; that included himself.

Gareth wished for nothing more than to lock himself up inside his trailer and read in blissful silence, however that appeared to be near impossible. The team of employees had all joined forces to throw an ‘almost done’- party, where he was the star. Escaping was not possible.

With a sigh, he drank from his glass of wine. It was not the expensive kind he was now used to, but it would have to do. At least he managed to get some privacy at the party since most were currently drunk, throwing up in the bathroom or busy comverimg about-no doubt- stupid stuff. In a way, it was almost better this way. Despite what his line of work would say, he felt more comfortable when no one was looking at him- searching for faults and broken pieces.

“Enjoying the party?” A curious voice poked a hole in his bubble of isolation.

What surprised Gareth first was the owner of the voice, and secondly that it didn’t sound drunk at all. It was her, the extra from some of the scenes. The third surprise that grazed his mind was the thought:

‘She’s pretty.’

The actor was close to smacking himself in the face. What was he thinking so suddenly? He must’ve had too much to drink as well. Yes, that was surely it. But he found it hard to avoid the kind yet perceptive eyes.

“Ehem,” He cleared his throat, choosing to look straight ahead. “Of course, I enjoy it very much.”

It was but wishful thinking she’d accept his answer and move on.

“Really?”

She sounded genuinely confused now. Why did she sound like the surprised one? It was starting to get on Gareth’s nerves. Who did she think she was, coming here and questioning him?

“Should I not be?” It came off a little harsher than he’d imagined, but if she noticed she didn’t comment.

“Ah, that’s not what I meant, sorry.”

He sighed. She apologised which meant he must do it too if he didn’t want to come across as an asshole.

“No, it is I who have not been in the best mood tonight, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

She laughed in response, pulling some out-of-control hair away from her face. Strangely, a part of him wished she didn’t do that, it was cute and framed her face well. Gareth was always a man of perfection and he enjoyed it on others as well. He was a star, why would he waste time on someone who didn’t even take into consideration to be presentable in front of others. But it’s not like he could voice these opinions to the public, or he’ll be done for.

Maybe he’d still get jobs(celebrities often gets a pass for things), but it would definitely change the view on him.

“I just didn’t think you liked these kind of events- with all the booze and social pressure and fakeness, I mean.”

Gareth turned to her in slight awe, listening as she continued.

“You usually have a detached look in your eyes, like you’re not really there? I don’t know how to explain it, but I just assumed you didn’t like parties. Besides, - I might not be an A-list celebrity- but I can see how it must be hard for you too. People come flocking around you, hoping to gain your favour, and you don’t know who to trust. Who is truly there for you, and who is only there for something else?” The young woman breathed out a sigh of relief. “Sorry if I rambled by the way, it can happen sometimes.”

Gareth, still in awe, stood silently and stared at her. Honestly, what the fuck? How did she- a mere background actor- manage to see through and tear apart the strong wall he’d spent so many hours to perfect? He was an actor for god’s sake, it was his job to pretend, and someone saw the true him anyway. But he was sure he’d never let his face betray him. So, how……?

“Hey are you okay?”

Snapping out of it, the man dismissed any previous thought and focused on the matter at hand. “Yes, I am fine. Thank you.” It was then he recalled something important he forgot to ask. “What is your name? I didn’t ask earlier, how rude of me.”

She smiled back at him, pointing at herself as she said, “I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you.” She proceeded to shake his hand politely. When their skin touched, all Gareth felt was the warmth that came with it.

“Yeah, nice to meet you too… (Y/n).”

It was after that night Gareth found himself seeking out (y/n) more. Though he’d tell himself that it was for job purposes and nothing else. He simply wanted to see that there was nothing bad going on and everything was running smoothly. It was a movie he started in, of course it had to be flawless; nothing short of perfect; absolutely splendid.

But whenever trouble arose or someone needed some sort of help, it made it easier for Gareth to sneak off and find his new friend. Were they friends? At least, that’s what he thought. He and (y/n) had shared many more conversations after that fateful party and she never wore a disgusted(maybe he’s exaggerating) expression when talking to him. So they have to be friends, right? It would be strange if they weren’t.

(Y/n) was, in fact, lovely. He’d had that suspicion about her since the beginning and it turned out to be accurate. She always asked how he felt that day, and it wasn’t in the superficial, polite way, she meant it. The thoughtfulness brought a new kind of ache to his chest. It hurt in some ways, yet he couldn’t get enough of it.

Other times she even came to him with a box of home cooked food. She said that he was free to throw it away if he didn’t like it and she wouldn’t hunt him down or anything. Gareth was stunned. Why would he wish to throw out the food she’s so carefully prepared for him? No way. He’d eat all of it. It didn’t matter if he liked it or not, he couldn’t dishonour her like that. It wasn’t polite. (He actually loved the food)

Gareth had at first felt goddy at the prospect that (y/n) willingly spent her free time to cook something for him. He must be special to her then; only that thought was later crushed. The actor was on his way outside to take a breather after a longer shoot, and in the corner of his eye he saw two of his colleagues sitting on a staircase. He paused. In their laps’ were plastic containers - lunch boxes- but that wasn’t what drew in his attention; they looked oddily familiar.

‘Wait a little…this is..?’

Oh, he definitively recognised the pink notes and the same-collection of stickers that attached it to the box. If he looked even closer, he was certain the handwriting would be familiar as well.

How could he be so stupid? Of course (y/n) made lunch for all her close colleagues, not just him. Why would she treat him any special? Yes, he was considered a star on the rise for more success, but he knew that hardly mattered to her. Although he tried convincing himself it hardly meant anything as long as he’s getting good meals and they’re still friends, it made things different. The meals weren’t the only thing he noticed afterwards. There were smiles, plenty of them, all wasted on pathetic nobodies. There were also the affection, the hugs, the hand holding. They were given to crew members feeling down and in need of comfort.

It was good that (y/n) cared about others; a quality many perceived as positive. However, Gareth himself could not see this as a good thing. Instead it left a sour taste in his mouth, just like the meal-donation.

Gareth grumbled over this for a long time and tried to figure out why he felt this way. It was stupid, he thought, that he was this worked up over some woman. Gareth a couple months ago would scoff at his current situation and tell him he was being ridiculous and had to stop grovelling in the dirt over some background actor.

The Gareth from a few months ago wouldn’t believe he had the ability to resort to something so childish, either. He was avoiding her like the plague, and barely glanced in her direction. If he absolutely had to talk to her then his answers would be curt and ‘don’t-bother-me-like’. What the hell was he doing? Giving (y/n) the silent treatment, like a child not getting the attention from his parents as he would’ve liked. He could tell the change in his behaviour made her sad, and she probably didn’t understand why either, which was even more sad. But the saddest part of all was that Gareth’s pride was stronger than his feeling of guilt.

A result from the prince-treatment he’d been getting for years.

It wasn’t until the day she approached him during break and said, “I wanted to say goodbye.” that he broke out of his bubble.

“What do you mean?” He asked, immediately straightening his back.

(Y/n) smiled melancholy, “the scenes I’m in-standing in the background, that is- are all over. It’s time for me to go home now. There’s nothing else for me to do here.”

The gears turned in the actors head. She was leaving? This place? Him?

“No, you can’t leave.” He blurted out without thinking. It came off as desperate and breathless, like a whining kid. He hated himself.

(Y/n) chuckled lightly, “Yeah, I wish I could stay longer, but I’m just a background character. I don’t have that privilege.”

Gareth though he heard her mutter under her breath, ‘-not like you.’

“Well this is goodbye then, it was fun to get to know you Gareth and be your friend.” She said before turning around and leaving him alone.

It wasn’t true. They hadn’t been friends at all the last weeks, and it was all his fault. Because he felt some petty competitiveness. And now (yn) was going away forever. What if he never gets to see her again? The idea hurt more than anything he’s felt before. It definitively hurt more than the time he broke his toe, or the time he slipped and got a concussion. None of it was close to the pain he experienced with the thought of losing her.

His sweet little background actor.

Now he understood. It was love. All of it was love. That’s why he was threatened by others taking up (y/n)’s time and why he enjoyed her company so much. He loved her. It was that simple.

There’s no way he could let her slip out of reach now. Not when she belongs to him.

[swanmaids]

…because they’re running out of time.

Motherly kiss: Elwing, Elros & Elrond

38. because they're running out of time

Elwing's kitchen felt cramped and oppressively warm. Fear, hot and sour, radiated from all six people within - Elwing thought she could almost taste the sweat of the others in the back of her mouth. The little box she held was slippery in her damp hands.

Nobody spoke. Gereth's expression was grim. Idwen, the twins' nurse, was crying silently; rivers of tears and snot running down her crumpling pretty face. Elrond and Elros, who had up until then been so good and quiet, were beginning to fuss and whimper even as all four adults frantically shook their heads and pressed their fingers to their lips. My nurse drugged me, Elwing remembered suddenly, when she took me from Doriath. I should have given the boys something too, to keep them quiet. To give them a chance.

She should have done a lot of things.

Outside, she could hear the slaughter drawing closer. The clashing of steel and shouting of murderers and innocents alike was still muffled enough to suggest that the bulk of the fighting was still streets away, but it was closing in. She had to send the boys away now.

She was not the only one who thought so. Elemmakil kept glancing towards the door, one hand on his sword hilt. Yes, I know, she thought but did not voice, but let me just have one more minute with them.

What could she say to them, those two perfect little boys? She looked then at their soft round faces, their wide dark eyes, and her heart ached. She had no wisdom to impart; she could not even think of a kindly lie.

Elwing was not sure why she could not weep like Idwen. Perhaps there was simply nothing left inside of her.

"Lady Elwing," Elemmakil whispered to her, and she nodded.

"It's time to be very brave now, boys," she told her sons as quietly as she could, and her voice did not waver. "Idwen and Elemmakil are going to take you to the Shrine of Uinen, and you're going to wait there for - a little while. And it's really important that you keep being as quiet as mice while you do. Círdan will come and find you, and you're not to leave for anyone else, no matter what they say. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, mummy," from Elros, always the slightly bolder of the two, even as he clung to Idwen's leg.

"But..." Elrond mumbled, eyes beginning to well up, "aren't you coming with us?"

"I'm sorry, my love," Elwing said, and paused. "I... I very much hope that I can come and find you afterwards. And -" now here was the sob, finally, breaking out of her chest, "I love you both, so very, very much."

Then Idwen passed her Elros, and she cast aside the box and kissed his hot cheek, and tasted the salt of their mingling tears. Elemmakil lifted Elrond into her other arm, and she pressed her lips firmly against the top of his head, feeling his soft dark hair brush her chin. This can't be the last time, she thought, it can't be, it can't be.

Then they left. Elemmakil first, sword drawn, then the boys on foot, holding hands, and then Idwen, armed with a cleaver that Elwing used for butchering chickens.

Elwing and Gereth remained in the kitchen for ten more excruciating minutes as they listened to the fighting draw nearer. Gereth knew her well enough not to offer her empty words. Instead, the Noldo woman simply laid a large hand on her shoulder as the tears finally overwhelmed her.

"I ought to release you from my service," Elwing said at last, "you ought to get yourself to safety."

The woman who had helped her nurse save Elwing from Doriath all those years ago simply scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous."

Elwing picked up the box again, and they left the boathouse where Elwing and Eärendil's marriage bed lay, where she had birthed their sons. Gereth drew her sword to guard her back. Elwing raised her voice to shout for her enemy over the chaos, hoping that Elvish hearing would carry her voice. She turned towards the direction of the cliffs, away from Uinen's Shrine, away from her children.

"Hear me now, Sons of Fëanor! I have what you came for!"

She opened the box, and the light of the gem was blinding. Then she began to run.

[arofili]

@doriathweek day three | evranin and gereth

          The nurse of Elwing was E V R A N I N, a woman of Doriath. With the aid of her friend G E R E T H, Elwing’s guard, Evranin smuggled the little girl out of Menegroth amidst the chaos of the Second Kinslaying.

          Nimloth delivered the Silmaril into Gereth’s hands before she was killed, and Gereth guarded both the jewel and his young charge all the way to the Havens of Sirion. He perished of his wounds upon arrival, but ensured Elwing’s survival and the protection of the Silmaril.

          Evranin raised young Elwing in secrecy with the aid of the other refugees from Doriath. When the survivors of Gondolin arrived some years later, Evranin befriended Meleth, who had been the nurse of Eärendil. Meleth and Evranin fell in love and married, and Meleth became a second mother-figure to Elwing. After the War of Wrath, both Evranin and Meleth accepted the pardon of the Valar and sailed West to Tol Eressëa.

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It was truly so very necessary to put my OCs in outfits from The Sopranos

[swanmaids]

Wait wait wait. Do you realize how big your mind is? DO YOU. Do you know how much I care about these two. Minor characters whose personalities and histories I keep changing but still matter to me. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THEY MATTER. DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG BRAINED THIS IS.

(Also- no. I didn’t vote in that one I didn’t see it in time)

I'M SCREAMING thank you so much for this message! I care about Evranin and Gereth so much Elwing's two mums who STEPPED UP!! Just for you i'm gonna share some headcanons about them:

both are lesbians and gereth is butch

evranin was born in doriath whereas gereth came as a refugee from nargothrond

they first became close on the road to sirion

gereth showed great valour and skill with the sword first during the escape from doriath, and then whilst dispatching orcs on the road. note was taken and once they reached sirion she became the child-queen elwing's sworn sword and shield

gereth remained elwing's chief guard for the rest of her life. during the fall of sirion she died defending elwing's back to buy her time to reach the cliff

at sirion evranin remained elwing's nurse throughout her childhood, elwing desperately needing a familiar face at the time. at the same time she began training as a healer, learning techniques from the many different peoples of sirion. once elwing came of age she became a healer full time. she still visited elwing and her family very frequently because of her wife's job and her own attachment to her.

evranin and gereth started courting when elwing was around ten and married the next year. it was a big event because the people of sirion would take any excuse for a party. gil galad and cirdan came

evranin escaped the sack of sirion. she was deep in grief for the loss of her wife and the ruin of her home, but participated in the war of wrath as a healer. this allowed her to briefly reunite with elwing's children, now grown to adulthood, and many tears were shed on all sides

evranin followed eonwe's call to sail to valinor at the end of the war of wrath. when gereth reembodied in the early second age, they began to establish the village known as little sirion, a short skip across the water away from elwing's tower.

[usuallysublimepenguin]

She’s Gereth, Noldor blacksmith. Done as a part of the Ao3 worldbuilding exchange 2018, for Lunarium. @vefanyar helped me so much with supplying Silm lore and discussing ideas such as Elvish tattoos.

I loved working on this, such an interesting character!

Blacksmith ref, Quenya quotes, Certhas Daeron from here.