luaen:

The feanorians aka strong eyebrow game family.

luaen:

The feanorians aka strong eyebrow game family.

    father-issues:

Maglor in the Battle of Unnumbered Tears by luthienelf

    father-issues:

    Maglor in the Battle of Unnumbered Tears by luthienelf

      Uncomfortably Numb

      goldenglorfindel:

      ecthelion-of-the-fountain:

      goldenglorfindel:

      Watching him very carefully though not pressing to offer too much assistance lest it was unwanted Glorfindel went across when asked and opened a bottle, decanted it out into a crystal vessel and took up two chalices, bringing all three items over to a small table and setting them down. He knew Ehtele wouldn’t wish for him to try to do everything for him but he would step forward and do everything that was asked the second it was.

      though there was still the issue of just what it was that had brought this on. Glorfindel was barely controlling his temper by now and that was part of the reason for his inaction. He feared that by talking too much, doing too much, he might well snap- he was part Vanyar certainly and that was the part which was probably keeping him under control right now. He was though two thirds Noldor and he wouldn’t mind letting that loose if it was warranted.

      "Come here, please?" he stood behind Ehtele with his arms by his sides, wishing to offer comfort but seeing how he held himself and feeling everything that ran through him he waited still.

      "Yes…" He murmured, taking the hand away and shaking his head just slightly, as if to get rid of heavy thoughts that bothered him. He went straight to the table, taking up the glass and merely glancing at the wine before he drank the whole glass at one go. He didn’t care for the taste, barely registering it anyway, and licking his lips he reached to pour himself another glass of the red liquid. He only considered it for a moment before he brought the vessel to his lips and downed another portion of the wine. It was unlike him to do such thing for sure, but he just wanted to relax and let go of the creepy feeling under his skin.

      Putting the glass down and he sighed, finally turning to face his husband and reaching for him, taking his hands into his and swiftly pulling him closer to fall into his arms, frowning at the flash of creepiness that twisted his gut when Laure’s body was pressed against him. It disappeared quickly but still managed to frustrate him and he let out a small grunt, knowing Fin would feel his annoyance.

      "It’s not you." He assured, holding him tighter just in case the other would try to move away. "Maeglin… By the Valar, what has gotten into him, what foul spirit entered his mind?" He shook his head lightly. "He assaulted me today in a way I’d never expect. It took me by surprise… How can one even do such a thing?" He winced at the memory, closing his eyes and letting the feelings, the disgust and wrongness of what Maeglin had done surface, offering them to Fin as he talked.

      "Pressed me against the wall mid-conversation, touching, grinding and…" He shook his head again, then turned to bury it in Laure’s soft hair as he let him experience the memory, the set of feelings it caused. Just for a moment though, cold shiver shaking him again and he pulled away from the bond, having no desire to make Fin feel it for more than a second.

      Glorfindel couldn’t actually say anything right then, so just held Ecthelion close against himself and stood otherwise stock still. He closed his eyes and concentrated very very hard on just that.  To ground himself. Just the very fact that the other was in his grasp, his scent enveloping him, his voice sounding and all of the things he was feeling flowing right thr-

      Nay. Not going to work.

      The golden-haired lord grit his teeth and growled, low and menacing and tried to defuse the anger building up. It wasn’t often that he lost his temper but it was best to be well out of the way when it did happen, particularly if you were the one who’s sparked it off…

      He swallowed hard and closed his eyes and was quite proud of his voice sounding to even and controlled in his own ears. “I might well pay him a short visit tomorrow,” he spoke up then, “I hope there aren’t too many people waiting on commissions from his workshop currently, he may be out of action for a while.”

      Though Glorfindel held Ecthelion close he was still gentle, he hadn’t lost his head that far and likely never would. He rubbed soothing circled on the other’s back and sighed before pulling him over to sit.

      "I doubt that’s wise." He said quietly as he followed him over to the bed, sliding into his lap and wrapping his arms around his neck, unwilling to let go. He needed the comfort now and there was no denying that. Burying his face in Laure’s neck, he sighed. "He’s still Turgon’s nephew. I think I hurt him enough while getting him off me…"

      Though he spoke with reason now, he understood Glorfindel completely. If anyone dared to do such a thing to his spouse… Talking him out of sheer wrath would be as hard. Harder, probably. But he had enough time to think the matter over and over while laying under the cold water in the tub and he knew attacking Maeglin in return would really do no good.

        ladies-appreciation:

"I never looked at myself as a feminine person. My thing was, I’m going to be casual and be able to talk to people because I’m hanging out with the guys. In college, I suddenly felt like I understood more about myself and started making choices on my own. I started doing things that I wanted to do and understanding what my place was in the world, and I think part of that was also embracing myself as a woman. - Lucy Liu for Michigan Avenue magazine November 2012

        ladies-appreciation:

        "I never looked at myself as a feminine person. My thing was, I’m going to be casual and be able to talk to people because I’m hanging out with the guys. In college, I suddenly felt like I understood more about myself and started making choices on my own. I started doing things that I wanted to do and understanding what my place was in the world, and I think part of that was also embracing myself as a woman. - Lucy Liu for Michigan Avenue magazine November 2012

          + ^^

          a-ngband:

          ecthelion-of-the-fountain:

          i could get on Fluffy (if you know what I mean, -wink wink- ), and we could do some cute stuff if you want? :)

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              a-ngband:

              ecthelion-of-the-fountain:

              a-ngband:

              I DID.

              *THROWS SELF OFF CLIFF CAUSE SHAME*

              unf Glorfindel tho.

              so Glorfindel, very unfff, much shame

              and that thread of ours I attempted at writing now but nope, I need a better mindset for that amount of torture, I already tortured my muse yesterday plotting a thing xD

              No worries. Getting in that mode For Mairon is difficult too especially when he’s like that….almost all the time. Take your time or we can do something else if you want.

              i could get on Fluffy (if you know what I mean, -wink wink- ), and we could do some cute stuff if you want? :)

                a-ngband:

                I DID.

                *THROWS SELF OFF CLIFF CAUSE SHAME*

                unf Glorfindel tho.

                so Glorfindel, very unfff, much shame

                and that thread of ours I attempted at writing now but nope, I need a better mindset for that amount of torture, I already tortured my muse yesterday plotting a thing xD

                  blackmetalcarachangren:

                  Namtar of Carach Angren
                  (Credit to the owner!)

                    Uncomfortably Numb

                    goldenglorfindel:

                    ecthelion-of-the-fountain:

                    He took Fin’s hand, stepping out of the tub and reaching for one of the towels to dry himself, silent and still feeling somehow detached, distant in a way he didn’t like. He only nodded to Laure’s offer, though he didn’t feel hungry at all and he let him know though using a feeling and a thought rather than words.

                    He dried himself completely with quick, almost mechanical motions, wondering why whenever his gaze found his husband, he felt the urge to turn it away, as if he had done something shameful he had to hide from him. It turned his stomach again with both anger and upset, making him frown as he reached for a dressing-gown to wrap around his form. It wasn’t as if he had done anything. It was that sick youth that violated him so and… He shivered again, frown deepening and he brought a hand to his face to cover his eyes, shoulders shaking slightly.

                    "I think I need wine." He finally said quietly, though not yet taking the hand away from his face.

                    Watching him very carefully though not pressing to offer too much assistance lest it was unwanted Glorfindel went across when asked and opened a bottle, decanted it out into a crystal vessel and took up two chalices, bringing all three items over to a small table and setting them down. He knew Ehtele wouldn’t wish for him to try to do everything for him but he would step forward and do everything that was asked the second it was.

                    though there was still the issue of just what it was that had brought this on. Glorfindel was barely controlling his temper by now and that was part of the reason for his inaction. He feared that by talking too much, doing too much, he might well snap- he was part Vanyar certainly and that was the part which was probably keeping him under control right now. He was though two thirds Noldor and he wouldn’t mind letting that loose if it was warranted.

                    "Come here, please?" he stood behind Ehtele with his arms by his sides, wishing to offer comfort but seeing how he held himself and feeling everything that ran through him he waited still.

                    "Yes…" He murmured, taking the hand away and shaking his head just slightly, as if to get rid of heavy thoughts that bothered him. He went straight to the table, taking up the glass and merely glancing at the wine before he drank the whole glass at one go. He didn’t care for the taste, barely registering it anyway, and licking his lips he reached to pour himself another glass of the red liquid. He only considered it for a moment before he brought the vessel to his lips and downed another portion of the wine. It was unlike him to do such thing for sure, but he just wanted to relax and let go of the creepy feeling under his skin.

                    Putting the glass down and he sighed, finally turning to face his husband and reaching for him, taking his hands into his and swiftly pulling him closer to fall into his arms, frowning at the flash of creepiness that twisted his gut when Laure’s body was pressed against him. It disappeared quickly but still managed to frustrate him and he let out a small grunt, knowing Fin would feel his annoyance.

                    "It’s not you." He assured, holding him tighter just in case the other would try to move away. "Maeglin… By the Valar, what has gotten into him, what a foul spirit entered his mind?" He shook his head lightly. "He assaulted me today in a way I’d never expect. It took me by surprise… How can one even do such a thing?" He winced at the memory, closing his eyes and letting the feelings, the disgust and wrongness of what Maeglin had done surface, offering them to Fin as he talked.

                    "Pressed me against the wall mid-conversation, touching, grinding and…" He shook his head again, then turned to bury it in Laure’s soft hair as he let him experience the memory, the set of feelings it caused. Just for a moment though, cold shiver shaking him again and he pulled away from the bond, having no desire to make Fin feel it for more than a second.