A/N: As promised, I made a second series of headcanons for the other Ainur…after so long.
Warnings: female reader, smut, marathon sex, orgasm denial, rough sex, faking orgasms, fingering, pussy slapping (just once in Oromë’s part), pet names (kitten, pearl, little one, sweetness), squirting
➽ More: Part 1
༻¨*:·Tulkas
He will laugh, filled with amusement and determination at your folly action. The recognition of you faking for a purpose that makes no sense would spur him on to increase the passion so there wouldn’t be a need for another attempt.
Pausing the moment he watched you moan and vibrated, a playful grin would spread across his face. His hands would slide off your ass to meet your hips. “Is that the best you can do?” he would tease, making you shrink in realisation that your actions were foolish to begin with. Yet, his tone was filled with a challenge, as were his eyes and grin the longer he gazed at you above him. “You think I don’t know what you feel like around me, my fierce little one? How tightly you squeeze me when I make you cum?”
Easily with a burst of energy, Tulkas would flip you over, lifting you effortlessly with one hand and pinning you under the mass bulk of his muscles. Immediately, his hands would find your hips, sliding over your pelvis to grip the flesh of your thighs and toss them over his shoulders as he pressed his upper body weight on you. At first, he would catch you off guard with his slow and shallow thrusts, making you assume that he wouldn’t increase tempo, and at the moment when he feels you relax, he snaps his hips with renewed vigour.
Ultimately, you were crying out in pleasure, squealing and begging him to slow down as the new pace he set was a new record, but Tulkas laughed boisterously against your lips and drove his cock deeper. “You will come for me,” he declared with authority and encouragement, leaving no room for questioning. “I know what you’re body craves, and lying to its true nature will make you succumb to me quicker.”
As his words fell on your ears, the sound of his cock dragging in and out of your wet heat echoed alongside the slapping of his hips against your ass. Your nails scrambled to dig into his biceps, leading him to laugh more as he increased his pace, grinning at the reduced state you were becoming. “Feel me and know that you will never commit to such foolish acts while I am buried deep in you.”
༻¨*:·Oromë
I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into with him because you can’t say I didn’t warn you. Such an act is no joking matter, and it will not be dealt with lightly. Expect a punishment that would set the record straight, leaving you begging for release.
Slowing his movements, Oromë’s eyes narrowed, and jaw clenched. You felt his hands sliding down the bed to rest on your waist, prompting your smile to fade. The silence that followed was too loud and mysterious, you didn’t know what to expect next from his unpredictability. Then, without speaking, Oromë flipped you onto your knees and pressed your face into the pile of furs, a large hand fixated on your nape to keep you secure. With the absence of his cock in your heat, you naturally clenched your muscles in search of it, causing his eye to twitch at the audacity. “Oromë, please…don’t keep me waiting. I need you.”
“You need me,” he growled, lips lingering dangerously beside your ear now that he curled his body over yours. He applied just a small portion of his true strength to keep you immobilised while he trailed his other hand down the curve of your ass, fingers brushing over your rear entrance before meeting his destination. Without care, two of his fingers plunged into your cunt and immediately went to work, rubbing and playing with your sweet spot to bring you to the edge, but never allowing you to find your release, leaving you begging and crying. “Look at you. Wanting what I would give you in abundance, for free. Why don’t you fake it now? Go on, fake it for me.”
Unable to formulate coherent phrases of pleas, he pulled his fingers out to mercilessly rub your clit, applying the right amount of pressure as he pressed the little nub. His fingers tweaked and slapped it while his eyes never left your facial features, reading every micro-expression. “You will not find release in lies, kitten,” he purred with a tender and commanding tone, slapping your clit to keep you on the edge. “You will cum for me in truth, or not at all.”
“P-…Please let me…cum,” you hiccupped making him grin and spurring him on to ensure that you didn’t.
“You’re going to have to do better than that, kitten. Beg for mercy better.”
༻¨*:·Ossë
Honestly, I don’t know what it is with you and your choice of partner to fake orgasms with. He’s tempestuous and wild, born of the sea, and you’re going to fake something that he has perfected due to reading the ebb and flow of your body and enjoying the feeling of your wet release? Good luck because he’ll make you cum until stars aren’t the only thing you’re seeing.
“Are you close, my pearl?” he mocked, voice dripping with humour as he observed the way you wiggled and squirmed under his motion of his cock driving deeply into your pussy. He could sense the tightening of your walls slowly clamping around his cock for the umpteenth time tonight. With sound of the waves crashing upon the platforms, it set the mood of sensuality, but your little stunt altered his plan. Now, he was pounding away into your pussy, slapping your hand away from his stomach and pinning them above your head.
Ossë leaned his body flush against yours to force your nipples to create an unbearable friction, pushing you over the edge to cum on his cock. You both had lost track of the numbers for the night, but since you were able to keep your eyes open, it meant that you had more juice in you for another round. “Look at you. You want me to stop, don’t you sweetness?” he toyed as his hips continued through the aftermath of your orgasm, fucking you into sensitivity and another one. The echoes of his laughter turned in hisses as you bit into his shoulder, turning him on further. “Just like that. Feel me deep in you, like a wave rocking your boat. Spill yourself all over me until you can’t.”
Sobbing into his skin, you started panted as the fire recycled to signal another wave of release. You weren’t sure when your eyes rolled into your head, if you saw white stars twinkling or nothing. The pure energy he released as he pushed his cock to punish your insides left you breathless and confused. “O–…ssë…can’t anymore,” you begged.
Humming into your hair, he rolled his hips to rub the head of his cock against your sweet spot to tip you over the edge and squirt all over him just the way he loved. “You just did, and you can give me again until you’ve learnt your lesson, pearl,” he murmured sweetly and dragged a hand down to grip your jaw. “You’re gonna give me every last drop.”
Hi again! I did not see bath/shower sex marked off of the Spicy Bingo
May I request that with Mairon and Fem reader???
OR OR OR hear me out Orome and fem reader
🫣😁😁😁
Please and thank you!
Author's Note: Thanks so much for your request! I decided to go for Oromë because I really felt like writing for him and noticed I haven't really done so (at least not in terms of smut).
Also sorry it took a while, I was sick for a few weeks. Hope it's worth the wait!
ೃ♡⁀➷ Spicy Bingo: Bath/shower sex + Oromë x reader ৎ୭
"There you are, my little deer," Oromë says softly and reaches for your chin to gently tilt your head and guide you into a kiss. "Do you miss the company of a fellow hunter?"
ৎ୭ Synopsis: After another successful hunting trip, Oromë joins his favourite Maia in the shower.
ৎ୭ Featuring: Fem!reader, Maia!reader, 2nd person POV, smut
ৎ୭ Oneshot (~950 words)
The hunt was successful.
You smile to yourself as warm water flows down your fána, easing the tension of your muscles. Nothing makes you feel more alive than joining your lord on his hunting trips, running through forests of Valinor and chasing prey to your heart's content; and nothing makes you happier than Oromë's warm, proud smile when you and the other hunters show him what you caught and the way he praises you.
"Good girl."
A pleasant shiver goes down your spine upon recalling his words and the way he said them to you with his deep, mighty voice while his large hand playfully ruffled your hair. Oromë doesn't shy away from showing you affection, and you appreciate it, even find yourself craving it.
As if your lord sensed your desire, you suddenly feel his presence when you reach for the soap and strong arms wrap around you from behind soon after, pulling you flush against his taller, stronger fána. Your breath hitches as you notice that he, too, is naked.
"There you are, my little deer," Oromë says softly and reaches for your chin to gently tilt your head and guide you into a kiss. "Do you miss the company of a fellow hunter?"
His free hand slowly trails down your side and you lean into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his calloused palm exploring you. Yet before you can close your eyes and lose yourself in the pleasant sensation of being so close to your beloved Vala, you suddenly find yourself pushed up against the shower wall.
It's in situations like these that you truly realise how much taller and stronger Oromë is, his muscular form nearly hiding your fána from view as he leans in for another kiss, and you look up at him in awe. Your hands reach for his broad shoulders to hold on to, and you feel a rush of wetness between your legs when he continues to toy with you. Lips claim yours, hands caress your skin and cup your breasts before one makes its way further and further down until a finger dips between your dripping folds.
"My little deer is excited," Oromë says, a low purr rumbling in his chest, and pushes inside.
You arch your back and rock your hips against his hand. "Yes, my lord... please-!"
"Please what?"
His green eyes twinkle with amusement, and you know what he wants to hear.
"Please fuck me. I need–"
A soft moan falls from your lips when his thumb teasingly brushes against your clit.
Oromë chuckles. "How could I say no to such a request after you did so well for me today? And especially when my darling fawn is asking so nicely?"
He withdraws his hand and lifts you up with ease. Your legs wrap around his hips reflexively, and you let out a low whine when you feel his cock slowly entering you, your walls parting to welcome him inside. The Vala of the Hunt isn't known for his gentleness, yet he's always careful not to hurt you and patiently waits for your fána to get used to his size before he starts moving.
You feel him seizing a fistful of your hair, carefully pulling on it to expose your neck, and peppering it with small kisses and bites. Oromë's thrusts are slow and deep as he focuses on his task, and you feel another rush of excitement when you think about your lord marking you in more ways than one, for everyone to see to whom you belong. Moans and whines keep spilling from your lips, despite your best efforts to keep your noises down, reminding yourself that the rest of hunters are close by as well.
"Oh no, little one. Do not deprive me of your beautiful noises," Oromë whispers in your ear and gently bites your auricle.
You nod, and your lips part to accommodate his request–yet before you can so much as gasp in surprise, he lets go of your hair and starts fucking you hard and fast, his patience wearing thin. Reflexively, your hands wrap around his neck for support. Even if Oromë hadn't told you to let him hear your voice, you wouldn't have been able to remain quiet. It simply feels too good to be claimed and taken with the fierce passion of a hunter, to be supported and held in place by his larger, stronger fána, to rest your face on his shoulder and inhaling his wild scent.
Eyes half-lidded, you watch droplets of water running down his muscular chest, but your reverie is interrupted when you feel Oromë's hand between your legs once more, now more determined than ever to coax a sweet climax out of your trembling body. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, eyes closing as you helplessly rut against him until you finally find your release and clench around him hard, as if to draw him into an embrace of bliss.
It doesn't take long for Oromë to follow suit, and he lets out a low growl when he thrusts inside you one last time and fills you with his essence. The thought of being marked by him so thoroughly, of carrying his scent for days, if not weeks, to come makes you feel dizzy with pride and contentment.
"It seems you will have to wash yourself again, little deer," he says, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "But worry not. I will take care of you."
You nod, relieved to still have his arms around you; whether your legs could carry you after this, you aren't sure. Yet only one thought remains on your mind as you bathe in the heady afterglow of your climax–your beloved Vala is pleased with you.
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Imagine, you are Oromë's apprentice. As a result of both your nature and his teachings you get so intuned with your instincts and bodily needs, that one day, presence of your admired mentor triggers a heat in you. It itches more and more, and no matter what you do, it doesn't stop, only get all more intense whenever Oromë's around, to the point it starts to hurt. And that's when Oromë finally senses it within you.
oromë hadn't the slightest idea of your heat for quite some time, especially because he had to separate from you when word got out that a dark creature had slipped itself into valinor. he had left you for a few days, and upon his return he found you curled up in your bed - hugging onto the coat he had left in your dwelling on accident. yet what really caught his attention was the way you rutted your hips against a pillow between your legs as you buried your face into the coat, inhaling his scent, wishing that he was there.
needless to say, the huntsman would soon understand what was going on. and if not that, then he certainly caught the vanilla scent and the way your slit leaked with slick - almost begging him to take you there and then.
once you have acknowledged his presence and he calms down your small spout of embarrassment and panic, he almost goes feral when you practically throw yourself at him, hands clawing at his shirt, hips grinding against his as you beg him to sate the undying heat within you.
it is then that he can take no more - his lips are on you, his hands are too and before you know it he's shoving your face into the pillows and rutting against your hips like a wild animal. fingers tangled into your hair, growls and grunts against your ear as he takes what he has wanted from day one.
"needy little thing, aren't you?" the vala pants against your ear, eyes travelling between your legs where you squirt around him once more. his thumb continues its onslaught on your clit, and he delights in the way that you crumble into the sheets and cry out his name into your pillow. "what's that?" he chuckles, grinding his hips against your ass and delighting in how your knees give out once more.
"more? my little deer wants more? even after I've fucked her senseless?" the hand in your hair forces your head back and it retreats to your jaw to clutch the soft flesh. "look at you,'' he whispers, ghosting his lips over yours. "my need little slut.'' his hips begin pistoning again and he holds your jaw still, pressing his lips to yours and parting your mouth with his tongue. he's not finished with you until he's completely scented, marked and claimed you as his.
❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder + reverse for Oromë or Tulkas (pretty please?)
❪ ♡ ❫ ── oromë | lift prompt
“oh? is that what you think?”
“yup,” pointing your nose to the air with a proud smirk, you fold your arms across your chest as you stare upon your lord. “you might be the vala of the hunt — but it seems that you are faring behind as of late. I wonder why?”
oh, you knew why. of course you did. you were such a wonderful distraction to your lover, so much so that he had missed his target more than he should have on your present hunting trip.
you delight in the way that his forest green hues narrow and his head quirks to the side. almost as if giving you a chance to reconsider your statement — yet you hold your head high. with that pointed, self-implored look that almost drove him mad with annoyance.
you were the love of his life, certainly, but by eru did you have a way of getting on his nerves.
the two of you had agreed on a bet. whoever was to hunt the lesser game would be subjected to the victor's rule for the entirety of the day. it seems that with your little distractions that you managed to clamber to the top — resulting in your win over the literal vala of hunting.
"well," oromë exhales, stringing his bow upon his back as he slowly inches closer. “seems as though you have won. shall we begin?”
your brows knit with suspicion and suddenly, you are on-guard. “why are you looking at me like that. . .”
you barely have time to process a thing before strong hands clamp down on your sides and you are yelping as you are tossed into the air. right over his shoulder in a careless motion that leaves you squeaking and squirming.
“oromë!”
“I am under your rule, am I not?” you can almost hear the smirk in his voice as he begins to walk back to your shared cottage whilst you kick and struggle upon his shoulder. “and as such, I shouldn't let my lady walk after such a tiring day.”
“jerk!” you laugh, running a hand down your face. there's no telling how unpleasant he'll make this little wager's win for you. but it certainly was worth it.
I'm carefully prowling, making no sound, all focused on the target, that is Oromë. I keep staying hidden in shadows, using anything to conceal my presence, I even hold my breath, in order to not give myself out, until I make my move. Just a little closer...Once I'm sure, I pounce close to him, stealing a kiss and flee with mischievous giggle.
the vala had sensed your presence long ago but chose to humour you as he was curious of your motives. oromë spins around just in time to be pounced on and kissed oh so suddenly. he wasn't quite expecting it but his arms hook around you immediately and tug you against his body.
“now,” he chuckles breathlessly, brushing some of your hair. “surely I should return the favour?” with that he tackles you himself, kissing you until your knees are weak.
Request: Can I make a request for headcanons for how the Ainur would be with a short human reader? Around 5 foot tall? Like an elf of about 6 feet would only reach up to some of their chest or lower still, considering they’re like 7-9 foot tall. Would they be cute, teasing, protective, frustrated by the height difference? P.s. I love the way you characterise all the Ainur, it really feels like their personality, you do a fantastic job. - anon
A/N: Happy to fulfil this request and learn that you enjoy my characterisations of them anon. I tend to envision the Ainur as nothing less than nine feet since they are deities and display their power through their heights. So you’re going to appear super short next to them. Nonetheless, Enjoy!
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Manwë
The bird was too stunned to speak. Are you a child or dwarf, certainly that could not be your final height at the end of your growth? Unfortunately, it is your complete height which makes you appear as a little bird before the great King. Now his nickname ‘little bird’ makes more sense.
He cannot fathom how you can be the same size as a bean and packed with all that sass whenever he mentions how tiny you are. You require a ladder if you ever reach his head for a ‘level-headed’ talk.
Has no issue picking you up with one hand and carrying you around like his personal comfort toy when he’s having a bad day. Anyone commenting or teasing gets a look that speaks about them receiving a bolt of lightning.
Let us not forget his avian side which is going to fawn over how adorable you are. You’re tiny and squishy, perfect for belonging in his nest where he can shower you in affection all day long.
The size difference is outstanding. Just picture a baby lying in their parents' bed, looking like a little nugget among the pillows…that’s what you appear like anytime you snuggle in his bed. On numerous occasions, he didn’t see you and almost squished you under the sheets.
With your size, it means wearing his robes and marching around his room or Ilmarin pretending to be him while he silently watches from afar. You are drowning in his robes, don’t even wear his shirt, it’s a gown on you.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Irmo
Your size doesn’t change the way he’s going to shower you with ultimate love and affection. Apart from the minor teasing he’ll conduct for the fun of the situation, Irmo loves you the same way if you are tall.
A gentleman who enjoys using the opportunities when granted to lift you over puddles or streams so he can fawn over how you fit in his arms. He (and the others) can lift you with his pinkie and has done it before.
You are authorised to always sleep on his chest—you look like a kitten sleeping on his chest in his eyes—mainly because you like to roll and so does he and nothing good has arisen from you both rolling together.
Gets lost in crowds and he panics. He’ll be walking around asking if anyone has seen his little lover and he will give descriptions. “They’re about 5 feet, this short and very tiny. They look like an elfling…”
Saw children’s clothing on a walk with you in a boutique, did not know they were for children and excitedly stated, “Oh look! I believe these would look lovely on you! They even have your colours.”
Do not be upset with him, he didn’t know that it was children’s clothing. Irmo only wished to share the moment of shopping with you. But worry not, he gathers the best seamstresses and tailors to fashion you the finest wear that looks nothing like children’s clothes.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Námo
Has a smile on his face anytime you take the lead and walk in front of him, hence his reason for always telling you to lead the way. He’s a simple Vala, he wants to watch as you waddle like a duck with your short legs as you take him to Eru knows where.
Pretends to complain when you ‘borrow’ his robes because you missed him, but gushes mentally at the sight of how you’re drowning in his forever monochromatic black robes.
His viridian eyes were soft at the sight of you walking around, dragging his robes all over. The idea of complaining about getting them dirty has disappeared, and all he is thinking about is how you look like a penguin.
Your feet running across his halls are the equivalent of tiny pitter-patter and it’s how he can easily distinguish your presence; just listen for the tiny footsteps. But it never works out well when you’re among elves and lost in a crowd.
The first time you met his brother, Irmo mistook you for a child Námo adopted and congratulated his brother on softening up to the idea of children. To make matters worse, you played along—much to Námo’s annoyance—and clung to his arm, calling him ‘atar/daddy’.
Irmo was elated, you were dying of laughter and Námo was contemplating his life. He couldn’t believe this was the humour he signed up for the moment he fell in love with someone shorter than most individuals.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Ulmo
Mistook you for the child wandering the shores the first time he saw you in the distance and scolded you for playing in the deep waters without parental supervision. That was until he learned you weren’t a child and your permanent height for a lifetime.
‘Pebble’ was the most suitable nickname he gifted you since pebbles were small and cute…like you. Plus, he brings you pebbles, seashells and pearls from the ocean floor as a token of affection.
Because you’re smaller, your strokes as you swim alongside him are slower, so he’ll call the seals, dolphins or whales to swim alongside you for assistance. You’re even allowed to ride them anytime you two are swimming out in the depths.
Since Ulmo’s true form is staggering, he opts to appear around the same height as you are anytime he has to walk the earth. His favourite place to have walks would be the beach obviously.
Hand holding while watching the sunset and he’s quietly staring at your short fingers holding his larger hand. He loves holding your hand to fawn over the size. He would even slip on a cute ring with a pearl one day.
Because Ulmo is known for having no resting place as he wanders the waters of the world, he enjoys visiting your home. It’s even better if you live near a lake for him to have easier access to seeing you frequently. Cue Ulmo marvels at how small your household items are as he picks them up.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Oromë
Congratulations, you are the perfect size to sit on all of his creatures (and him) to ride through the forest with him. He cannot get over your tiny figure because he knows that you’re about the same size as an elfling and all his creatures are larger than you.
Roughhousing is a thing that occurs between you both and he gets caught up in the experience to forget how easily he can send you on a trip to Estë for healing…because it has happened multiple times.
Picks you up like a sack of potatoes and slings you over his shoulder when he has to carry you somewhere and you’re being troublesome, or he wants to randomly surprise you. You’re as light as a feather as he runs with you through the forest.
Swinging from his muscular arms anytime he flexes his muscles for you? Yes, yes you do, and he loves it. Fuels his ego to know that he’s strong and his lover can climb him like a tree. Clinging to his muscular physique and probably biting him? Yes, you do that he calls you a tiny beast who needs to be tamed.
Not the type to underestimate the size of a creature you can ride because of your size but is also cautious at the same time. Wanted to gift you a Shetland pony because you were small enough to ride one, but back out last minute knowing that he would receive an earful. Gave you a giant-sized tiger or dog as a companion.
You wear his pelts and pretend to act like him, attempting to wield his bow—sweetheart, you couldn’t even draw the strings—as though you were hunting.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tulkas
No different from Oromë and will playfight with you using the strength in his pinkie finger and you’d still have to bandage some body parts because accidents happen all the time. No worries though, he praises your injuries and makes you feel as though you fought a great battle with him.
He has no doubts, dismisses your strengths and associates them with your size having seen many great warriors display outstanding strengths and feats despite their size. Instead, he encourages you to take pride in your size and all the greatness you can accomplish.
You got a workout buddy, or rather he got a new dumbbell to lift or someone to sit on his back for push-ups. Your weight is inconsequential, but it doesn’t stop you from enjoying the fun in the moment.
Also picks you up like a sack of potatoes and carries you around the place, introducing you to all his close friends and elves. Anytime you need to speak ‘eye-level’ with him, instead of going to lengths to climb tables or a tree, he’ll kneel to your level.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Melkor
Getting called dwarf, child, or both the first time you meet will result in him changing the names and calling you a critter if you attempt to attack him for calling you short. Probably ‘ankle biter’ might be your new name because he denoted that small things have the most rage.
You’re a ferocious ankle-biter in his eyes whose nerves he enjoys getting on because your responses are hilarious. It’s all in jest…or maybe not.
Nothing of his will ever fit you, that also means trying to wear his crown with the Silmarils. It’s currently sitting on your neck as we speak. All you can do is make versions of his outfits tailored to your size.
You’re smaller, so his hands can cover your entire face. Know what that means? Squish your cheeks as you speak to admire how soft and dough-like they are. “Hm, ankle biter, you have remarkably soft cheeks,” he says while squishing your face.
There’s nothing you can climb on to meet his height because he makes sure that there isn’t anything around. He wants you to break your neck looking up at him (bite his ankles and he’ll reach your height).
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Eönwë
“You’re like a hummingbird minus the speed,” he chuckled upon the first sight of your tiny figure. You were lucky he didn’t consider you a lost child who wandered before him in search of help because he was ready to call you ‘child’.
I have to say, Eӧnwё is the best person to try the same ‘daddy’ prank on when you’re walking through the streets of Valimar but clinging to him and acting like a child for the elves to fawn over how adorable the interaction is. There is always an elf who inquires for you to look them in the eye and say, “This is my atya!”
His avian side adores your tininess; and makes you all the more delicate and squishable. You are never again going to leave the nest…just joking, but his protective side goes up a notch because you are TINY.
I mean, he loses you in a crowd easily and you can’t even jump high enough to show your location. You can climb a table or chair but still have to get past the sea of heads before Eӧnwё spots you.
Gets you the smaller version of everything so you don’t have to struggle with holding the larger objects. He once watched as you climbed a chair as if it were a mountain or fought with a glass of wine because the glass was too big to hold.
At least going on flights doesn’t change whether you’re extra small or bigger. Visits in the morning and takes you to watch the sunrise over the mountain from a bird’s eye view.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Tilion
Doesn’t matter if you’re tiny or tall, you still look the same from his view in the sky as he guides the moon. But he does melt at the sight of you looking up at the moon.
You are forever his ‘little deer’ even though you’re probably feisty and love to bite or nibble on his arms all the time. Similar to Oromë, carries you around like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, but more for the fun of watching your short legs dangle.
Doesn’t alter the size of any furniture so he can observe your legs dangling over the edges and sway, or the size difference between you and the table designed for a nine-foot entity.
Roughhousing is a constant must-have between you both because he adores pinning your smaller body under his and making you fight back. Tilion just wants to watch you struggle and wiggle like a worm. Bite him.
Puts you to sleep on top of him because it is the safest option unless you want to be crushed under a giant nine-foot Maia, and you look like a tiny kitten curled up on his chest. The only thing he hasn’t done is pick you up by your scruff.
He’s such a tease when it comes to you both riding through the forest. Tilion will purposefully place you behind him so you can’t see a thing and then tease you about being too small. But it’s all in jest because he’ll have you ride an elk or reindeer or even a pony that was handpicked to match your size.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Mairon
He also assumed you’re an ankle biter as well because he called you short and you were ready to attack. Please, do not release him from your tyranny because he will make fun of your height and pat your head or rest his arm atop your head when he’s resting. Again, bite him.
Complains about your short legs and how slow you are when you’re walking side-by-side but comes to you later to ask for assistance because some tool of his fell into a small hole and you’re tiny enough to get it.
Tells you that he’ll feed you to his wolves if you don’t stop clinging to him when in truth, he loves it. You’re small enough to not be a distraction as he moves about his forge or the fortress, but it’s just Mairon being a tsundere.
Doesn’t see you lying in his bed because his bed is huge and you’re extra small, so he almost lies atop your body. It’s turned into a staring match like how children stare you down without blinking.
Has a tendency to carry you around, for funsies, by holding onto your belt or grabbing the back of your clothes so you dangle as he powers through the corridors until he arrives at his Lord holding you like a briefcase.
Deep down, as much as he teases your size, he enjoys the differences. Watching you fight to lift an object made for his size or dress in his clothes—if you’re brave enough to try this—is entertaining.
Context: Follow through on an adventure with different elves, or in this case, Ainur, as your Pocket-sized friend.
Style of Content: Headcanons & Alternative Routes
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Manwë
You got yourself a tiny God who prefers to float around on his personal cloud instead of your head or pockets. Just search for a small cotton ball floating around your house and you’ll find Manwë.
When he isn’t sitting on his cloud, he’s sitting on your head with the cloud hovering above his head. Due to his little clouds, you are able to distinguish his moods depending on the cloud’s status. Through this, you also get told of the forecast—Manwë would give you the weather in his dramatic hand gestures.
Manwë prefers to either use his cloud or your winged companions to move around the house. It is not that he doesn’t enjoy sitting in your pocket or atop your head, he simply prefers the freedom that comes with flying about the place.
This also means that you get to introduce him to paper planes and launch him around the house or outside. Don’t worry, no bird would dare attempt to snatch him away, instead, he befriends them and goes for random flights.
That is perhaps one problem you encounter with your little pocket-sized companion. He randomly disappears during the day because he hitched a ride on a hawk or eagle and is busy flying about.
Manwë’s enthusiasm towards being your pocket-sized friend can be seen through his assistance with your day-to-day activities. Sometimes if you’re filling the tub or pot, he’ll make a small raincloud to fill it up faster or use the wind to carry utensils larger than him.
The best part about him being around is that hot and humid days would never exist. He’ll whip up a strong gust of breeze through the house to keep it cool, make the house chilly or blow your papers about the place if you choose to ignore him. Great if you want ice cream or chilled beverages.
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Irmo
He wants to sit on your head the moment you get introduced to him. Irmo would casually climb out of his box, demand that you hold out your hand and request that you place him on your head.
He is fascinated by the size difference of the world around him and wants to be involved in everything. You’re folding laundry; he wants to assist while marvelling at the size of your clothes. You’re gardening; he’s running through the flowers giggling at how gigantic they are.
With Irmo around, there are no permanent sad days. He’s your little mood booster here to bring you joy. He’ll hit you with small colourful sparkles to change your mood, courtesy of his bag of dream dust he carries around to give people inspiration or good dreams.
You also got the sassiest companion ever at the same time. Your friends, if they ever come over, would never be at peace because he exists. His small, yet loud, sarcastic voice echoes around the room, letting all his thoughts about them out.
“I don’t like your friends. Do you want me to visit them in their dreams tonight and scare them, so they’ll treat and respect you, but also stay away from you?!” he asks with the brightest sparkles of mischief in his eyes.
With Irmo around, he becomes your portable music box, singing a calming and soothing melody anytime. Plus, he utilises his voice to grow tiny potted plants near your bed because they’ll grant you peaceful dreams.
He puts a lot of effort into growing plants, because the best part about them, is their ability to change colours as the seasons arrive or your mood.
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Námo
At first, he prefers to hover above the ground and float around the house like a mini grim reaper, floating around with his miniature gravel and book of laws. It was later he realised that he was floating around at a snail’s pace while you zoomed past him, so now, he makes use of sitting on your shoulders.
Loves to read all your letters as though he’s holding a court and recites them in a deep dramatic voice. At the same time, when he has to dish out judgements for your actions, he’s lenient with them but sometimes likes to pretend to come off as serious. You give him the chance to dish out punishments.
Námo never forgets a single thing, so it’s great to have him around if you’re a forgetful person. Plus, he enjoys scribbling everything down on the scroll that he carries with him everywhere he goes. He’ll just whip it out with his quill and start jutting it down.
You also get a voice of wisdom…who can be judgemental of your choices. Side eye? Yes. Eye rolls? Absolutely yes! You give him the opportunity to smack your head with his gravel more times than court ever allows it.
He always wears his cloak which grants him the ability to blend into the shadows. Those times when he doesn’t wish to be bothered, he simply vanishes into the shadows. Great for playing hide and seek…if you can convince him to have one round.
Rarely spends time outdoors, but should you offer, he’ll tag along in silence as he takes in his larger surroundings. Just don’t let him meet your friends/people. Námo will just…STARE.
A wise and intelligent philosopher whom you can spend long nights into the morning chatting with. Most of your conversations are about the mysteries of the universe. And when he isn’t chatting with you, he’s on your bookshelf or on your desk pondering in silence.
A bit spooky at times since his sense of humour is different. Lots of death jokes and even summoning dancing skeletons to cheer you up (which is adorable).
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Ulmo
Roughly the size of a seashell and always a bit too damp to touch, Ulmo finds himself calmly sitting in the palm of your hands as you give him a tour of your home and ask him where he would be comfortable dwelling. He sits in the bathroom where all the water is found.
His serene and wise aura allows you to always enjoy being around his tiny presence. You don’t even have to ask him to sing because he will do so openly. Singing soft tunes that sound like the ocean to aid you with relaxing.
Adores creating waves from any water source he can find, from a glass of water to your bathtub, and it’s even better when you take him to the sea. He runs free and transforms into a regal figure with long, flowing aqua-coloured hair and a tiny trident.
When he’s excited or happy, small droplets of water appear around him, forming miniature rain clouds. You can also find him in his happy state, paddling around a puddle or stream of water in a paper boat using a spoon.
Advises you to get an aquarium and fill it with fish so he can have extra friends to talk to and take care of. Just leave it to him and he’ll manage it all. This also means that when you are searching for him, he’ll be lounging around the tank with the turtles and fish.
If you live near the sea and he can walk along the seashore, he’ll gift you with pebbles, seashells and pearls each day. He’ll even befriend the animals and introduce you to them. You suddenly have a penguin and a seal as your new buddies.
Plus, with his ability to control water, you don’t have to worry about watering your plants because Ulmo has that all under control.
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Tulkas
He’s like Thor in a miniature form with golden hair and rippling muscles with a perpetual grin. You thought he could pick you up with his tiny hands and launch you out of the house.
Tulkas can never sit still for too long because he’s ready for a wrestling match every five minutes or a spirited game of tag. Due to this, you will find him shadow-boxing his shadow or wrestling with your fingers (like how one would fight with their cat).
He can’t go without appearing as though he engaged in roughhousing because his attire is always matted and ragged which resulted in him going around shirtless. This way, it’s easier for him to flex and show off.
Will climb you the same way cats would climb up their owner’s legs to perch on your shoulder or head. If not you, then it’s really high places, and then he jumps off like he wings or something. Parkour is his middle name.
Tiny, but has a boisterous and enriched laughter that easily echoes throughout your home, filling the space with warmth and joy. When he’s in a joyous mood, you can find Tulkas posing before the mirror, flexing his muscles and making faces.
Loves to show off his strengths by carrying heavy objects, and no object is too large for him or would generate large gusts of wind with a single punch—enough to mess up your hair or papers.
Falls asleep wrapped around your fingers, like a living, muscular, golden ring—snores as well, but quietly, especially after parading around showing off his strength all day.
Sits on your shoulders and gives you pep talks for upcoming feats and exams, encouraging you with his uplifting energy. He also loves to perform acrobatics like a mini cheerleader before you embark on your adventures for the day.
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Oromë
Would eagerly accept your hands and shoulders as his place of comfort to sit and oversee his realm that you both dwell in, ensuring its safety from any foul beasts that may roam during unseen moments.
Like a sentinel, he treks up and down the house with his bow and arrows ready to unleash fire and his horn in hand to call for backup, a.k.a, your trusty pet who has now become Oromë’s new steed.
Blows his horn whenever he’s entering the room after his ‘duties’ and ‘adventures’ around your house. Preferably trekking through your garden which now resembles a forest, or he might very well venture through the nearby forest.
Mimics the calls of birds and other animals make you feel as though they’re in your house. Asks his furry friends to guard his new domain and ensure that you are safe during your slumbering moments.
Sometimes, you would find him sitting on your leaf, carving inscriptions into a new horn or bow. Made a bracelet out of a fallen tree for you—that’s why he was busy carving.
Rides your dog, especially if you have a dog, all day around the house. You had to lead him outside so he and your dog could roll around in the leaf piles or race through the forest.
Speaking of racing, providing that you have a horse, he wants to sit on your shoulders and feel the wind in his hair as you gallop at full speed. Oromë would even encourage your horse to run faster.
Doesn’t like when unknown visitors enter his domain without him being alerted, mostly because he doesn’t like your friends after understanding the reason why he was sent in the first place.
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Melkor
Immediately demands that he sits atop your head because he’s the Dark Lord, in miniature size while wearing a sceptre and crown wanting to be treated like a ruler. One push and he’ll topple over.
Throws adorable, harmless, tantrums when ignored, should you push him down or deny him the right to sit on your head. At times, he’ll attempt to prank you, conjuring spells to get you under his control—they fail.
Creates shadow puppets to act out his days of glory in the most dramatic form ever. Always exaggerated and comical as he lies about defeating everyone and never losing a battle.
Steals all your metal objects in the house to construct a fortress that requires a password to enter—usually greeting him by his proper title. Whould confiscate lots of your black jewelleries and claim them as his as he builds himself a crown (sounds familiar?).
Falling asleep is the worst thing you can do because you’ll wake up to mini bite marks all over your hands and feet. Guess who decided to have a little dog hungry session last night?
Often tried to conquer territories in your house and other pocket-sized friends you have visiting. His plans always fail which makes you question all his stories about his glory. Cue Melkor giving you a sheepish grin before attempting to bite you.
Grumpy AF when he doesn’t get his way and uses the opportunity to compose dark and broody music, using his tiny organ or any makeshift instruments. Surprisingly talented, but overly dramatic.
Torments all your friends when they come over and you never get any chores done—unless you dangled him from the chandelier or some height while he dishes out veiled threats.
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Mairon
Never sit on your head because it will disrupt his attire and leave him untidy. Instead, he utilises the bridges and ladders around the house. He will add steps, so he doesn’t need to be climbing every day.
Always dress in elegant, dark, robes and spend an hour in your bathroom tidying himself. Mairon would walk around with his tiny hammer and anvil cham hanging from his belt so he could craft tiny, intricate objects from any materials he could find around the house.
He’s always tinkering and drafting blueprints, even though they’re too unrealistic scales, to create something, using your jewellery or ornaments. Hide them or they’ll go missing.
Apart from crafting objects, he’s always whipping up potions and performing his alchemy contraption in random corners of your house. You’ll be searching for him and randomly spot him in the corner of your living room over a cauldron. Where did he get the cauldron from? Only he knows.
But after his little moment, you tend to spend most of your time helping him clean up because his projects are always too ambitious, leading to disasters. He uses those disaster projects to scare your friends away because why not.
Mairon helping you around the house is never going to physically happen, however, you’re giving him opportunities to craft instruments to aid with your daily chores even though they’re still too small.
You two have arguments frequently which results in you hanging him by his collar on some high place around the house. Doesn’t forgive you easily for that and would wait until you’re asleep to retaliate. Has a mischievous streak when it comes to pranking and illusions.
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Eönwë
Didn’t want to hurt your feelings when you offered to assist him out of the box, forgetting that he had wings, and allowed you to take him into your hands. Enjoyed the sensation of being carried more than he thought. However, he does make use of his wings when you aren’t around.
Dressed in his miniature armour with his tiny, but surprisingly sharp sword strapped to his side, Eӧnwë is steadfast and ready to assist you with any tasks and provide advice.
Makes great use of his wings by flying around and perching on your shoulders or head like a little sentinel, especially when you step out of the house. He’ll hover or remain hidden in your hair to ensure you are safe.
Loves to borrow your hairpins to demonstrate or practice his swordsmanship skills or all his victorious battles. Incredibly animated and would display his war cry as he gets into his description.
You will wake up to pebbles and random shiny objects on your bedstand after he flown about during the morning and collected his items to show his appreciation. This would occur during the day as well—Eönwë would disappear and return with a small pouch filled with sparkly objects for you.
Your days with him around will never be boring. Eönwë will dance and sing his heart out for you, even orchestrating a flock of larks or nightingales to sing in the morning to arouse you from slumber.
But it’s also a humorous sight when you’re picnicking with him and birds randomly visit, singing for you. He gets grumpy and shoo them away, shouting that he’s the only bird you need. Jealous Eönwë in pocket-sized form still exists.
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Tilion
The tiny Maia, covered in moondust and reflecting moonlight everywhere he goes, stares up at you in awe. He’s in admiration at how lovely you are, he simply cannot believe that he was sent to be your new friend and protector. He might as well fall in love.
Dreamy and whimsical, Tilion is often lost in his thoughts about you, but always kind and gentle. He speaks to you in a starstruck voice, like he can’t believe you’re speaking and looking at him.
Loves to nap in the oddest of places, like inside a coffee cup or on top of a bookshelf. You had once found him snuggled between your pillows and almost squished him. Because of this, he often forgets his size and tries to act out gestures as though he is full-sized.
Enjoys tracing constellations on your palms, hands and skin whenever he gets the opportunity and leaves behind a trail of faint luminous moondust. Leaves you with an afterglow (not in that way!) so you’re always glowing. Heart eyes.
Sings soft, soothing melodies at night, lulling you to sleep with his sweet voice. Stargazing and telling you detailed stories about the stars and the moon, or how he adores the sun and almost got burnt.
His presence is incredibly peaceful and helps you to have tranquil dreams and feel more relaxed. He would advise that you two share a cup of hot chocolate at night whenever you two are having late-night discussions.
Eager to assist with anything you have in the house to do, even if the task is ten times larger than him. Tilion will excitedly tag along in your pocket or on your shoulders as you carry him along.
◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ ` Ossë
This tiny, wild, ocean Maia with his sea-themed attire, a tiny trident he uses to poke people with, and his seaweed-like hair that’s always damp requires a leash. Ossë wants to be everywhere all at the same time, exploring the depths.
Boisterous and playful, he’s always up for an adventure, bringing the touch of the ocean with him, and it’s even better should you like near a water source. All the animals gather around him, and he’ll bring them to you to greet.
Loves splashing around in any available water source, be it your sink, bathtub, a puddle or even your glass of water. He’ll ask that you hold your hand so he can dive off into his fancy routine.
When you’re down, he’ll drag a bowl of water over and create tiny, magical water animals to swim around you, the problem is that it leaves you wet, but cheer up. And if you’re in your bathtub, he’ll ignore that you’re naked and create mini sea storms or whirlpools.
His entire presence is pure energy and adventure, so your days are never boring and quiet. You are always at a spring, river, lake or sea with him singing sea shanties loudly which attracts all the animals.
He can forget himself and become too excited, flooding the area. At least with his abilities, he can suck up the water, leaving the area dry and spotless. And he uses this to dump water on people he doesn’t like.
Can be hasty at times, causing arguments to rise. However, he apologises first because he knows when to swallow his pride. Probably chooses to make some clouds after condensing water and shaping them to cheer you up.
I repeat, do not take him in public among people. He hates it when you toss him into your baskets to avoid being seen, which results in the silent treatment and water being dumped on you at random times.
