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wash away the blood | celebrimbor

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this idea was WAY too good for my little brain to pass up. I'm gonna keep writing these regardless of what happens to him (I have 2 hurt/comfort fics for Celebrimbor in my drafts... let me know what else you want to see!) and this was born from my desire to hug Celebrimbor and never let go.

this still follows the elf reader for my past fic Ease and is a female reader + the prompt is ''river'' and ''blood'' (which I came up with myself LOL)

LIGHT SPOILERS FOR 2x07 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

His entire being aches down to the very core of his soul. His hands are bloodied, and his cheeks are cut up and bruised, but Celebrimbor cannot help but allow himself this one moment of comfort as Galadriel stands in front of him and cradles his face like he is the most precious thing in this world.

The hearts of his kin were always far bigger than he could comprehend.

"I built this city. My place is here."

Galadriel shook her head. "No," She replied. "Your place is with her, far away from Sauron's influence. I will take The Nine for you. You dare not face him alone."

Like a being straight out of his dreams, Celebrimbor watches you emerge from the darkness of Eregion's ruins with all the desperation of a woman just trying to save the man she loves.

That is the promise you made to him, after all.

It was the one thing he could count on amid the illusion.

"Celebrimbor, my love," You slip your bow over your shoulders and approach him with haste, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him as he leans his weight into the warmth of your embrace. You have been an embodiment of safety and security since Annatar showed up. You had proven to him that despite his misgivings, his pride, and his arrogance, he was worth more than simply the skills he had to offer Middle Earth. "She's right. We have to go. I distracted Annatar enough that he'd be struggling to look for The Nine for a while. We have time to flee the city if we go now."

"Go to Lindon. You will be safe there," Galadriel assures. "Tell them it was I who sent you. I will buy you time."

You don't tell Celebrimbor that you've regained your memory of the spells you grew up learning or how you successfully kept yourself shielded from Sauron's manipulations. You don't tell him that the staff slung across your back is your own either. He will surely find out that you've regained your magical capabilities soon enough.

Your face crumples when you feel his hand come to cradle your jaw and find it slick with blood. His thumb is missing. You feel the weight of him sinking into you further and shifting to accommodate as you turn yourself and Celebrimbor toward Galadriel. She has no argument. The Commander of the Northern Armies simply nods her confirmation and disappears into the shadow and flame.

Celebrimbor's quiet, agonized confession echoes soundlessly in your ears as you lead the way toward the Dwarven tunnel.

"All that loss, all that death... And it all remains on my hands."

You don't have anything to say to him. Bracing your hand against his hip, you lead the Smith you love to the horse at the end of the tunnel and help him into the saddle first. He is barely conscious by the time you sit behind him and gently pull his body into your own so he will sit upright.

A quiet sigh breaks past your lips as you press your chin into his shoulder and allow silent tears to fall. Celebrimbor follows suit, swallowing the knot in his throat as tears fall down the blood on his cheeks.

He can only manage a strangled whisper of, "I love you." before your fingers are pressed against his stomach, murmuring in Quenya under your breath as he falls into unconsciousness.

***

The first thing Celebrimbor feels upon waking is warmth. His entire being is warm. The crackle of a fire echoes beside him as he slowly opens his eyes, greeted with a twilight sky and the gentle hum of a voice somewhere above him as fingers card through his hair.

He feigns sleep for another moment to bask in the moment. It is the first true moment of safety he has felt in weeks.

"Good morning, my love." You murmur. Celebrimbor forces his eyes open again to gaze upon your face and softens. You look the picture of beauty, even with your unkempt hair and ash and blood upon your cheeks. "You've been asleep for two days."

Well. That was mostly true. Sauron's influence had not fully lost its grip until you were well out of Eregion's reach, and in that time, he had attempted to attack you twice and had left bruises on you. You chalked it up to exhaustion and delirium. He would not. Celebrimbor would never forgive himself for it.

"I seem to be a mess," He said quietly. You pressed your hands against his shoulders and slowly helped him to sit up. The forest around you was quiet save for the chatter of creatures and bird song. There was no war to be seen for miles. "And here you are, taking care of me yet again."

"I love you. What happened in Eregion and what Sauron did does not change that." You said firmly. Reaching over him, you produce a bag of fruits and nuts you'd obtained earlier that morning while he slept. "I do however want you to try to eat."

He almost immediately complies, were it not for the shock of seeing his hand healed.

Celebrimbor's eyes snap to you in astonishment as he runs his other hand over where his injured thumb is. He remembered being in agonizing pain, remembered the gentle lull of your voice and the warmth of silver light engulfing him.

It was you.

"You..." His voice falters, leaving you an opportunity to interject if you so wish to. You did not dare. His voice had been taken from him for so long that you would never put him in a position where he could not speak his thoughts and feelings again. "It was mangled when we left Eregion. Bloodied. What did you do?"

You tap your circlet and wiggle your fingers. "I told you I have healing magic. It's just one thing I've remembered how to do." You said. "But I cannot heal weariness. That only comes with time."

Your eyes are fixated on his mouth as his tongue slides across one of the berries before disappearing behind his lips.

The air between you is thick with tension, electrified by your growing desire for him. He knows it. So do you, but you do not wish to overstep, especially when he is in this state. That is what prompts Celebrimbor to motion toward the river and then to his robes.

"I believe we are both in need of a cleansing. I am too weak to do it on my own." He states. Realization flickers behind your eyes as he sets the bag of food aside before gesturing for your hand. "Would you guide me to the river, My Lady?"

How are you supposed to say no when he's looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon in the sky, like you are an emissary sent straight from the Valar themselves, ever the image of true beauty?

Despite knowing you love him and he loves you, he still has such capacity to reduce you into a stuttering mess.

You nod wordlessly and stand to your feet. He's still hesitant to be in the open, as is expected, but there is something about your protection in Celebrimbor's most vulnerable moment that puts him at ease as you two trek the distance to the river.

It only occurs to you upon spotting its banks that this is the first time since you will see him fully unclothed. It's not like the massage when you met. It's more intimate. It's vulnerable.

"My love," Celebrimbor's voice breaks through your reverie as you step into the sand. "I believe I may need help removing these old things. I don't know what use they will be anymore. Can you assist me?"

You don't know why you're hesitating. You love him. He's made it clear he loves you too, and no one else in this world has ever made you feel so safe. He'd taken such good care of you when you arrived in Eregion. Alone and destitute, The Lord of the Elven Smiths had brought you under his wing as you sought out refuge from the world around you. From your lack of memories, from your lack of trust.

And then he'd shown you what pure love looked like. You had been his ever since.

"Lift your arms." You murmur low in his ear. Celebrimbor complies, wincing as the fabric grazes a wound on his side before he finds himself free of the confines of his robes. His underclothes do not fare much better. "I'm sorry, Celebrimbor."

"Whatever for? You are not to blame for this."

"I'm sorry that he inflicted such pain upon you. You have a kind and gracious heart that only wished to fulfill a legacy you feel is an expectation of being from the House of Feanör," You state as you slowly lead him into the water just enough to where it dips beneath your waist. You are still dressed in your own clothes. The armor you'd worn during the Siege has long been discarded. "And I'm sorry he used you as a means to his own end."

"I survived." He replies. You lean outward as his good hand catches your face, seeking out the warmth and comfort of a desired touch as his thumb traces your lips. "You were my only truth amid all the deceit."

You allow him to draw you to him as he bends his head to meet your mouth, sighing softly in response as you press your hands to his chest. It is a sweet and short kiss that conveys nothing short of Celebrimbor's gratitude that you have stood by his side throughout it all.

When you are the first to pull away, you bend down to cup your hands and fill them with water. "It'll be easier for me to wash your hair if you are kneeling. Would you?"

"Of course."

The next few minutes pass in silence as you wash the blood from his hair. The water of the river tinges red as you continue, working your fingers through his curls and deep against his scalp to ensure you have removed all of the dirt and grime that has settled there. He tips his head into your hands, at your total mercy, and allows his eyes to flicker across your aspect as you continue.

"Okay," You remark. "That is your hair. The rest-"

"I would very much like it to be your turn, My Love." He interjects. You raise a brow at his forwardness and laugh as his cheeks tinge pink. "If you'll allow it."

You turn your body toward him and lift your hair to allow him access to the fastenings of your clothing. You are just as bloodied as he is, skin smeared with orc and elf blood as you had spent the majority of your time during the Siege at the front when Elrond had shown up.

A shiver runs down your spine as Celebrimbors fingers graze the curve of your back, loosening each fastening before your shirt is loose and heavy with water. You nod your confirmation and watch it fly back in the direction of the shoreline where his robes sit.

You kneel and peer up at him through your hair. You're so glad he's here. You were so sure that Sauron was going to kill him before you could get back to the Tower.

''Hey, hey. What are these tears for?" He asks, urgency and concern lingering in his tone as he kneels to meet you in the water.

"I thought-" You swallow your fear and screw your eyes shut as your forehead seeks his own. Celebrimbor softens. He's always admired your ability to be vulnerable with him. To let him see your heart in a way no one else ever has. "I thought Sauron was going to kill you. Kill you, make me watch-"

He'd thought the same thing.

Celebrimbor runs his fingers over the bruises on your cheeks before shaking his head. "You and Galadriel made me see reason. You got me out. You took care of me and tended to my wounds. No one else would have been able to break through his influence like you did. And now that we are here?" You open your eyes and sigh as water descends through your hair and down your neck. "Let us be cleansed of Him."

So that's exactly what happens. Minutes feel like hours as you keep him afloat atop the water and help him wash his body of the war you have left behind. Even though Celebrimbor struggles, he does the same to you, cradling you with such a tenderness that it makes your heart ache.

When you are both cleansed, you stop him from returning to the shore with a kiss that takes his breath away. He is only just able to return the kiss with equal fervor when he manages to get your feet out from beneath you and topples you into the water.

Laughter echoes in the air as you sink below the water before you pull yourself back up, flabbergasted that he'd pulled such a move.

Then you see why.

Celebrimbor is smiling.

He may not be as whole as he once was, oh no, but he's still the most beautiful person you know. That soul is so gentle despite all he has endured.

Precious.

"You're staring."

You snap to attention at his remark and grin. You can't help it. "I love you." You reply. His response is immediate: That smile you love so much as he slowly chases you through the water with all the strength you both can muster before you both collapse on the boulder where your clothes are drying.

It is there in the light of the sun with you wrapped in his embrace that he finds the courage to ask the question.

Sauron has no influence here. Not anymore.

"Will you marry me?"

I'm choosing to believe that when Mirdania reaches Mandos, she's immediately surrounded by six tall and variously terrifying Elf-lords all clamouring about her like "Oh shit, here she is!" "Are you all right?" "You must know that wasn't Celebrimbor who did that, don't you?" "Yes, he's as gentle as a lamb, our Celebrimbor, he'd never hurt you." "You're his favourite apprentice - almost a daughter to him!" "That means you're practically family!!"

Mirdania suddenly finds herself with an honorary grandfather and five honorary great-uncles. It's sweet and mildly petrifying at the same time.

Fingolfin Feanor

HC:

Feanor does not like Fingolfin but it was not as bad in the past, I’d say he doesn’t rly want to mess with children plus if he was asked about what he was good at. Their relationship probably went downhill as Fingolfin grows older

Will definitely do a drawing of this soon

well (x)

This was really good

TW: for mentions of self-harm

Guys,,, do you think that this act of self-mutilation wasn’t just to free himself from the chains, but also Celebrimbor basically depriving himself (and by extension Sauron) of his ability to create any more rings. As gruesome as it is, perhaps this is his way of taking back his power and ensuring that no matter what, Sauron will never be able to force him to make with his own two hands again.

Benjamin Walker as High King Gil-galad S2.E7 ∙ Doomed to Die

Celebrimbor’s cries when the illusion was lifted and he could see how his beautiful city, his new forge were being destroyed, with the theme of Eregion echoing against the sinister music was probably one of the best scenes of TROP in this season.

True but I suppose a lot of people were just shocked at that moment when they saw it

The fact that everyone is talking about the kiss just shows how effective it truly is as a distraction.

It means nothing, romantically speaking. It's a means to an end, nothing more, and yet it manages to raise such an outcry that a lot of people overlook that fact completely even though there are so many clues that it is merely for show. There is Elrond reaching for his brooch and removing it's pin. There is his, "Forgive me," said in such a peculiar way that it simply cannot be about his promise to Galadriel in 2x04. There is the chaste nature of the kiss - a mere press of lips against lips, almost like a child kissing their parent goodbye (though, admittedly, more drawn out). And there is the subtle moment when he presses the pin into Galadriel's hand, and the surprise on her face that follows it.

Nothing about that kiss is romantic. It is a strategic move meant to distract, and boy does it do it well. If half the fandom is talking about it online, then it's not surprise the Uruks didn't catch on either. And that's why Elrond does it. Because it catches everyone off-guard, and as long as everyone is focused on the kiss, no one will notice what is really going on. It's brilliant on so many levels and Robert Aramayo and Morfydd Clark acted the hell out of that moment.

Elrond: It is better to ask forgiveness than permission.

Gil-galad: (to the guards) Keep an eye on him. And keep a watch on all waterfalls.

Durin will come

The Rings of Power 2.07. Doomed to Die.

Spoilers for episode 7!!!

Just to clarify to everyone losing their shit about the Elrond/Galadriel kiss that y'all need to calm down, he was passing her a lockpick so she could free herself, and kissing her was the least conspicuous way to do it.

He even asked her for forgiveness beforehand and her face was like "bro wtf".

It doesn't change anything in the grand scheme of things (except make for some really awkward dinner conversations with Celebrían in the future).

I am not mad at it. But I am mad that the leakers were correct.

That's so sweet

Pronouns are they/them and she/her, the High King he/him. You might have to click the picture to read it!

Being in love with Celebrimbor and doing everything to try and save him only to have to watch him die anyway.

Sauron, having his Uruks hold you down so you won’t run away or try to stop him, gently hold your chin: All that knowledge and still unable to stop the inevitable, what a shame.

While tears run down your face: Please, don’t do this, please.

Sauron walks up to where he has Celebrimbor chained up, bruised and beaten up, grabs his hair and makes them face each other, both crying: Now you get to watch as your love dies.

Celebrimbor: It’s ok, it’s going to be ok.

Your scream can be heard across the city, you will never be the same.

Spot on.

What if Annatar makes Celebrimbor believe that he killed his own protege?

His hotness level just reached 10,000+ Brutal Badass Achievement Unlocked. I'm sorry. I don't make the rules. I just follow them.

And here I had a headcanon that Mirdania would survive and be one of the elves that follow Elrond as he establishes Imladris

Annatar really just murdered Mirdania, and with the flick of his wrist, made it look like Celebrimbor threw her over the parapet instead.

I'm sorry, Mirdania

The Rings of Power — 2.07

High King Gil-galad 👑🤩 Looking good and ready for battle! 🗡️🛡️🔥

A new clip of Elrond fighting

Is anyone free to discuss the new Rings of Power episode with me? There's just so much to unpack and too many emotions. You can directly message me or comment and I'll message you if you want to.

Help greatly appreciated!

(i don't even know what to feel after today...)

after today's episode I needed this

Elrond as a dad

a/n:so there was an absolute genius of an anon who suggested these headcanons and I knew that I had to write them ASAP because he!!!! would be such a great sweet dad. 😍😍😍 i hope you all enjoy these HCs, let me know how you liked them and please reblog so that more people can see 💛 thank you!

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“I don’t know what to say” The words came out with sobs as the High King looked at them sternly. Just moments before he had been mad enough to yell, but the anger was turning into regret as the person in front of them was uncharacteristically bursting into tears. He had never seen them cry before and the shame that was starting to grow inside of him from knowing he was the reason for the tears streaming down their face was becoming uncomfortable.

“I am sorry” his words came out more softly than the angry words he had spoken just moments before, and for a moment he was unsure if they had heard him, but as soon as they looked up with tears still clearly in their eyes he knew that they had, “It’s not actually your fault, this is just how I react whenever someone raises their voice at me” their sobs seem to grow stronger. He started to become angry again, but at himself for not knowing better. “But it is,” he said “It is my fault and I am sorry”, they looked at him in disbelief, they truly couldn't believe that the High King was actually apologizing “What?” Was all that came out, and Gil-Galad thought to himself that hugging them seemed like the best solution to comfort them but he didn't wish to do so without asking, just in case he triggered something in them that would make them even more upset than they already were, “Do you need a hug? Or do you want me to leave?” He expected to be told the latter, he expected to be told to leave and never to speak to them ever again. But they did not, because they pulled him into a tight hug. He had no idea how long they stood there, tightly embracing each other, all he knew was that he never wanted to let them go.

Twisted satisfaction. The slightest smirk that everything around him is crumbling, all according to plan.

From S2 Ep 6.

Finding myself staring at the many gifs of Annatar/Sauron following episode six, and I just found myself falling in love with his profile? Because why not.

It's a really good profile.

10/10 no notes.

Could someone draw this for us pleeeeeease?

How Silm characters would react to meeting their Rings of Power counterparts:

Gil-Galad:

Oh they do not like each other

"I'm sorry, you said what to Elrond?"

RoP!Gil thinks Silm!Gil isn't detached and regal enough

Silm!Gil is trying to figure out the political consequences of decking him

"I'm sorry, you sent Galadriel where??"

At some point RoP!Gil, who can't believe this is another version of him, asks Silm!Gil what his royal lineage is

Silm!Gil gets real quiet after that lmao

If they ended up physically fighting Silm!Gil would win RoP!Gil fights like a normal elf and Silm!Gil bites

I think the Elronds have to pull them apart eventually

Elrond:

The Elronds get along very well I think

Silm!Elrond teaches RoP!Elrond some eldritchry

RoP!Elrond tells Silm!Elrond all about his speech craft

I think Silm!Elrond would be very into animal-carcass-related metaphors, he's a weird little guy

I feel like Silm!Elrond would feel bad for RoP!Elrond, who clearly deals with a lot of disrespect in Lindon, and would try to teach him how to be a bit more assertive

They bond over having to deal with everyone else's bullshit

Galadriel:

See this is bad for Middle-Earth

Silm!Galadriel is less openly angry but just as much of a force of nature as RoP!Galadriel

And Silm!Galadriel is also a lot better at the more subtle conniving stuff so between them they do, in fact, possess all the skills needed to take over Middle-Earth

They're busy scheming up plans to wipe Sauron off the face of the planet and frankly good for them

Celebrimbor:

They also get along very well

They talk for 15 straight hours about forge stuff

Silm!Cel talks about Annatar and RoP!Cel is like "lovely! no red flags here!"

RoP!Cel talks about how the idea for the rings came from some random, very suspicious "human" and Silm!Cel is like "haha yeah inspiration comes from the strangest places sometimes'

They're a little bit stupid but they're also beefy and kind so we can forgive them

Sauron:

Halbrand and Annatar immediatly start viciously insulting each other

They both accuse each other of having terrible taste (in Finweans and incarnate forms)

"Useless sparkly twink!" "Filthy mortal!" "I can't believe you tried to seduce Celebrimbor!" "At least I didn't try and fail to seduce Galadriel!"

Annatar finds out about the situation with Adar and the orcs and bullys Halbrand relentlessly about it

Sauron's ego can't take there being more than one version of him

Hopefully they keep each other busy until the Galadriels smite them

is anyone else wondering how annatar managed to get so much alone time with celebrimbor without GalGilCírlrond busting down his door to blow his cover orrrrrrrrrr

I wouldn't bark but my god do I love Elrond

BARKS-

Absolutely

I can't wait to see Elrond in battle. 🥵

Kinslayer Queen, Forgiven

So excited to share the next part of this series!

I’m just getting started, pls reblog and spread the word 😊

Still obsessed with Elrond’s

"Thats RICH, coming from you”

followed by him jumping off a cliff. Truly an icon.