I’m very sorry for my lack of uploading of late I’m having a lot of home issues at the moment and my art depression has been up and down it’s annoying : ( (thankfully I have a awesome friend that keeps me going bless her) I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things again now that I’m feeling a little better.
I hope to be here again soon with writing and art haha, missed you *hugs <3
This is a dabble for my Bestest bud Onelittlemushroom/little-soup-dragon. Love you loads and thank you for always being my most awesomest person <333 (sorry if I spelt stuff wrong lolololol I’m derping today :P)
Pairing - Gil Galad x Elrond
Gil Galad furrowed his brow and turned to Elrond, his concern clearly visible. Elrond smiled in return shaking his head reassuring Gil Galad that everything was alright. His king thought their previous love making a little to rough and felt the need to watch over him. Elrond thought it sweet, he had never seen his king make so much fuss and to be the cause of it brought him joy. He loved how Gil Galad’s hands would hold him steady as he walked and how his attention drifted towards him and how he would gently embrace him from time to time placing soft loving kisses on his brow, cheeks and lips.
Gil Galad shuffled his seat closer ignoring the eyes of their companions and sat close enough to brush shoulders with Elrond and take his hand in his.
It felt like all time had stopped and the only thing moving was their figures intertwining. Elrond’s breath hitched slightly and Gil Galad noted it as pain.
"I’m sorry" he whispered, giving the hand in his a gentle squeeze.
Elrond looked at him confused and raised an eyebrow questionably “For what?” he asked.
"Last night …I was not in my right mind and I … I got a little over bearing"
Elrond laughed quietly squeezing his Kings hand in return.
"I liked it" he chuckled "although I don’t think I could do it like that all the time but it was enjoyable"
Gil Galad’s eyes softened and a wave of relief hit him. He forgot about their surroundings and the eyes that lay upon them as he reached with his free hand cupping Elronds face gently before brushing his tumb from Jaw to lips and bringing Elrond into a loving kiss. It lasted a while before they parted.
suddenly realisation hit them and Elrond flushed brighter than usual, even The King felt his cheeks glow a little. Gil-Galad turned his attention back to his vistors and smiled sheepishly as he turned his gaze to his old friend who seemed way to delighted with the situation.
While Gil Galad’s attention was not on him Elrond took this moment to place his other hand firmly on Gil’s thigh and briefly whispered in his ear, “Will you come to my room later?” he asked
Gil Galad let out a low throatily moan and mumbled “Of course”
At this Elrond squeezed his hand again and stood hastily, nodding his good byes to each guest and hurrying off.
Gildor winked at his friend from across the table and laughed at the look he got in a response. The other elves thought nothing more of it and continued there explanations and what not. Gil Galad just sat and listened thinking about his evening to come and trying to Ignore his friends taunts and teasing of the matter.
This is a written version of a scene I might be putting in to a fancomic I want to do. I just really wanted to type it out - This set just after getting the twins.
Warning - Mentions of Fingon’s death *sobbing
"Will you come to dinner this evening?" Maglor asked. "I’m sure the kid’s would love your company"
"I do not need to be little my self with such self comforts" Maedhros replied.
"Well maybe you should" said Maglor. "The lack of it seems to have turned you slightly bitter and angered and it’s important that you eat."
"You’re starting to sound like a nagging dwarf"
"Very funny Maedhros… I’m not as short or hairy enough to be a dwarf. Your Insult means very little to me."
There was no laughter from Maedhros however just a shake of his head in disapproval. For days he kept him self in his room writing and turning away food that was sent to him. Maglor had enough of his mood swings. One second he was angry, the next he was like glass that would shatter at any moment, never a happy thought and never a smile or comfort, just bitterness and sharp witted words.
Maglor didn’t want to push the subject, but the children where scared enough as it was. They didn’t need further horror’s to witness. Maglor took a deep breath before speaking again, this time his voice firmer.
"You sit and write every day about the things you have lost but have become so blinded by it you cant see whats in front of you."
Maglor noticed the stiffening in his brothers shoulders, and the shiver that his words sent down his spine. Fingon was both his savor and undoing. He brought Maedhros back from Morgoth and made him almost whole again but as soon as that was gone he slowly sunk back into a empty shell. He was more broken now as he ever was before he died.
"whats there to see that’s so important my dear brother?” Maedhros scoffed.
"For one there’s me" This tuck him by surprise. Maedhros bit his lip in order not to resort in snapping back and continued to listen, unmoving. "And two, there are small children that beg your love and attention. Do you not think they have witnessed enough horror’s in there youth, that they need more from there captors?"
"They have witness nothing compared to you and I, it is very little matter to me" Maedhros bit back.
"And look at how we turned out. We have done horrible things my brother whether it be following fathers will or attacking innocent people. I don’t want to make them do the same."
Maglor waited for an answer but instead he got silence. He knew he was treading dangerous waters but he had to figure out a way to break this wall he built around himself.
"Come on Maedhros this is unhealthy" still no answer.
'Fingon' Maglor thought, as painful as it might be to hear or be said he needed to say it. Maglor was pained by Fingon's death but not in the same way his brother was. He loved his cousin dearly but he wasn't in love with him. Time wouldn’t heal all wounds he told himself but there are certainly things that make it better.
"I know his death was a like dagger to your heart" Maedhros aura suddenly changed. It was darker more pained that before. Even without a name he knew who Maglor was referring to. He clenched his one good fist around his quill as he turned slowly to face his brother. Maglor stood firm and watched as his brothers sharp eyes fall upon him. Maglor wasn’t frighten however, he was more than capable to retaliate if need be. ‘Good’ Maglor thought to himself ‘finally got his full attention.’
"But he wouldn’t want this" he continued watching his brothers face contort in pain. "you locked up in your studies, sun rise till moons end repressing all thoughts of the times you could hold him and speak with him as little or as often as you liked." he paused again noticing how uncomfortable Maedhros was getting. He expected him to snap, get angry but he didn’t he just sat there. "Sure I wouldn’t want you to forget it" He continued "none of it. Remember him in all his glory and bravery, Love him all the same just don’t become obsessed of the mere thought of losing him."
Maedhros averted his eyes looking at his feet anxiously before speaking.
"Maglor… I" he stopped.
Maglor’s patience was wearing thin making his next words sound sharper than what he meant.
"You what" he regretted his tone instantly. Watching as the quill fell from his brothers ink stained fingers and land with a small clink on the floor. The sound echoed, although the sound was small it felt like drums and heavy to his ears. He wanted to say sorry but that would help very little in this matter.
'I have to break this damned wall' he thought 'if only just to have him smile at the children sometimes. So they don't cry every night, scared of him, thinking of him only as someone trying to kill them'
Maedhros took a deep breath ignoring the sharpness in his brother’s tone.
"Maglor" he repeated "I so little and often have pleasant dreams of late." he said quietly, almost a whisper. "I look down upon my arm and am reminded day by day of the torments of those long years I spent in pain and agony but now it is more than that." Maglor watched his brothers eye’s fill and how small sobs escaped his lips before he continued."I am reminded of how the one I love lay there… unrecognizable but unmistakably him… his blood soaked in his banners.. how I couldn’t revenge him or hold him as I wept… I still feel what it was like to hold him… for him to hold me… but.."
Maglor’s arms cradled him suddenly. He did not know when Maglor had moved but he found comfort in his brothers arms. Maedhros lifted his one good arm to fist a handful of Maglor’s clothing bringing his brother closer as his wept. Maglor helped his brother by kneeling down more so he could place his head into his shoulder and started stroking his messy copper hair in a soothing motion.
"Again you dwell on sad memories." Maglor said breaking the silence. He took his brothers head in hands moving him away from his shoulder. Placing his hands on each cheek and lifting his head to meet his gaze. "I know that you have written in that book more than just the heart aches of loss. Dwell on those moments of happiness you shared and open your self to the possibility of being happy again, even if just the slightest." Maglor smiled. He was very aware of how close they where in the last few minutes. Aware of the feel of Maedhros’s breath hot on his skin and the smell of his scent as he held him close. It was comforting to be-able to be close to him again. It felt like they were brothers again.
"Maglor" Maedhros voice cracked.
"You still have me. You still have Elros and Elrond. Gil and the others that are noble to you and adore you. Please brother, don’t lock your self up like this."
This shifted his mood again, he wasn’t angered or bitter just blunt. It was as if he never even cried.
"I’m not locking myself up, do you even understand what your saying?"
"I do. You’re distant yet we use to be so close. I miss my brother who would tease me about my singing and steal my food and hide it from me."
That was what Maglor wanted, that brief smile that suddenly shone on Maedhros lips and the small chuckle as he replied.
"You miss me picking on you?"
"Yes I do" Maglor smiled back releasing his hold on his brother and standing gently.
"Your getting strange in your old age" Maedhros beamed. Maglor raised an eye brow acting puzzled by the statement.
"Am I? when all I want is for you to smile again and feel part of a family again, am I really so strange as to want that?"
"Sigh.. No I suppose your not."
The walls broken.
"So you’ll come and eat with the children then?" he asked relieved.
"Sure…" said Maedhros indifferently. At this Maglor turned on his heels and walked towards the door. He felt so relieved and happy that his brother agreed to come to dinner. All Maglor wanted was to speak and laugh with his brother again and bring these two beautiful children up to be strong and brave just as Fingon once was.
As he went to open the door and bid his farewells he heard Maedhros call.
"Maglor" he said. "Promise me you’ll sing something nice and not something dull and dismal. Sing to me of chickens and farm animals."
"haha very funny."
Maedhros smiled widened. Maglor nodded his head and bid his farewells leaving his brother to his thoughts.
Maedhros turned around in his chair facing his jumble of papers and the small book he was writing in. He found a page in the book that read Fingon’s name, a sweet and loving page of how they use to be. It wasn’t for the eyes of small children to read but for him it was one of those important and tender moments they shared. He smiled again bringing the book to his lips and kissing it gently.
"I love you Findekáno" he murmured against the page before closing the book and standing to get himself ready for dinner. He left his quill where it fell for he did not need it for the time being.