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their heads moved in sync, same direction at the exact same time!!!

Elves.

Are.

Cats.

sweet

In This Lifetime

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Golden leaves fell slowly off of the giant tree that overlooked the great elven realm of Lindon. They were a sure sign of the end that was creeping closer every day. By the time they would have all fallen, the elves would become nothing more but lingering fragments, a sign of a great race, trapped in time. 

Standing there, in front of the Great Tree, did not help ease your mind as you had originally hoped it would. When your mind was in chaos, the mere sight of the tree could usually bring back your peace. This time, however, it brought upon nothing but sorrow. Knowing the fate of your people, and knowing you could do nothing about it, left you in despair.

“These rings, they could save our people. They could save the entirety of Middle Earth.” The words of your closest friend echoed through your head at that moment. He spoke highly of three rings that he claimed to have the power to prevent the disastrous fate that you were stuck dwelling on. Though you knew not of any such power. You feared what would happen if such rings were to be made. It would be no different from going against the Valar themselves.

“Do you still believe that the rings are a bad idea?”

His voice startles you as he comes to stand with you, under the tree. He gazes up at it, contemplating something that you believed to be far beyond your comprehension. He was always thinking of something, but that is what made him into the genius he is.

“They will forever be a bad idea, until you can create them in a way that does not disrupt the natural order of things.”

Your response caught him off guard. When he had proposed the idea to you, he did not imagine that you would linger on it for so long, nor that you would think so deeply about it. Though he did admire that about you. Your mind worked in wondrous ways.

“What if I could convince you that the rings are working parallel to the natural order? They would not stir up any trouble.”  He held your hand gently as he spoke, and while you wanted to believe him, you found it hard to do so. 

“How would you convince me?”

“Come back with me to my forge. Let me show you how I wish to make the rings.”

A part of you wanted to fight back, but his sweet words, his gentle voice, it all swayed you to follow him back to Eregion.

His forge was nothing short of breathtaking. Gems and other beautiful trinkets were placed carefully around the room. The light from the setting sun showered the room in a beautiful, soft glow. You couldn’t help but to be reminded of the early days in your friendship with Celebrimbor. He would often have you stay with him while he worked on his latest project, claiming that you were like a good-luck charm for him.

”Come, have a seat. I’m gonna make some tea and then we’ll get into the rings.”  He led you to a rather soft looking chair and then hurried off to make tea. He was always so hospitable to you, even after the countless times when you would tell him that he didn’t need to be.  

A sudden crashing noise, from the direction he was in, had you on your feet and racing towards him in a matter of seconds. It seemed as though he wasn’t quite paying attention and had dropped one of his teacups. Hardly something to cry over.

”What happened? Are you hurt?”  You slowly walked towards him, so as not to startle him.

”I was making tea and the cup was in my hand, it was so secure. I have no idea how it fell.”  He was staring down at the cup as though it was a wounded animal. This would have been quite amusing, had you not been so concerned from the start.

”It is just a cup, my dear friend. There is no need to be so upset over it. Here, let me help you clean it up.”  You grabbed a nearby towerl and  knelt down beside the broken cup. Before you could even start picking up the pieces, you noticed little spots of blood, which you deduced to be his.

”Celebrimbor?”

”Hm?”

“Let me see your hand.”

You stood up again and extended your hand, waiting for him to offer his. But he hesitated.

”I am fine you know, there’s no need for this. In fact, I can clean the cup up myself. You should go have a seat, my dear.”  He tried to usher you away but you stood your ground.

”Hand. Now.”

He hesitated for a second longer before finally giving in and placing his hand in yours. Despite being a master smith, he had quite soft hands. It dawned on you then that you had never really held his hand before. You carefully examined it and found a small yet deep cut on his ring finger.

”Your hands are your best tools, Celebrimbor, you cannot hurt them.”

He sighed at your words. You brought him back to the main room and found a clean cloth and some ribbon. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the only option at that moment. You brought him over to the chair you were previously sitting at and sat him down, squishing yourself in, between him and the arm rest.

”You know, you could just heal it.”  He looked down at you with a playful smile on his face.

You frowned at him. 

“No. You and I both know that my healing abilities are hardly something to rely on.”

”It is a small cut, my dear. I believe in you.”

”Celebrimbor-“

”I trust you with my entire being.”

His words made you freeze. You had been friends with him for many, many years. It was only natural for you to develop feelings for him, even though you had convinced yourself that he wouldn’t feel the same way. So to hear those words from him now…it made your heart flutter and suddenly, the room seemed way too warm.

You said nothing in response as you carefully cleaned the cut and prepared to heal it. Your healing abilities were not at a level where you could save someone from the brink of death, but it should be good enough for this.

A soft, light blue glow shone from your hands as you hovered over his cut. You closed your eyes, focusing your energy on healing him. He watched you carefully, admiring the focused look on your face while also taking in how beautiful you were. Especially this close.

”There, it should have worked.”  You slowly opened your eyes and examined his finger. The cut was gone, not even a scar left behind.

”It would seem as though you are not giving yourself enough credit, my dear.”

He smiled gently at you as he flipped his hand around in yours and intertwined his fingers with your own. “I should keep you here with me, to be my personal healer.” He laughed as he said this but he was only half joking.

”That would only work so long as you do not injure yourself gravely.” You slowly pulled your hand out of his and brought your other one up to cup his face. ”I cannot lose you, and I would not be able to save you.”

It was more than a profession of love. You were telling him how you had felt for many years now. You couldn’t live without him. He had left such a lasting impression on your life that it would feel like a void if he were to leave.

”Lucky for you, I do not intend to go anywhere. I will stay right here with you, for as long as you will have me.”  He closed his eyes and leaned into your hands, relaxing against your touch.

You sighed deeply, letting go of all of the worries you held earlier. Your hands seemed to move on their own, as they traveled upwards and gently traced the outer shell of his ears. He let out a soft sigh and tilted his head back, letting his head fall deeper into your hands.

Oh how he had been waiting for this moment. He longed for your touch, for you to hold him, to know that you felt the same as he did. The feeling of your delicate fingers running along his ears, it made him feel as though he was touched by the Valar themselves. He felt invincible. You made him feel invincible.

”My dear?”

”Should I stop?” You slowly started to pull your hands away but he quickly grabbed them and held them in place.

”Do not stop. Please.”

His voice was so soft, full of love and desperation. He needed you more than he needed air. You were his lifeline.

”Marry me?”

You dropped your hands in shock at his words. He was staring at you now, his eyes full of intent. He truly wanted you, there was no doubt about that.

”Celebrimbor? Do you truly mean it?” 

“With every breath in my body, with the very blood that runs through my veins, I mean it. You are more precious to me than anything I have ever created, more beautiful than any jewel in the universe. You are my everything. Please, Y/N, marry me.”

He was holding your hands in his now, his face mere inches away from you. You leaned in to him, your lips were hovering over his now. 

“I will marry you. In this lifetime and in every one in the future.”  

He could not longer find any words to say. He instead decided to pull you onto his lap and hold your head in his hands. Reciprocating your earlier movements, he traced the tips of your ears before pulling you into him and kissing you. Your little noise of surprise was drowned out by his deep sigh as he deepened the kiss, leaving you both absolutely breathless.

He finally felt as though he had everything wanted in his life. You always were the missing part of his life. He silently vowed to never let the world harm you, for as long as you both lived. As you had said, in this life, and every one in the future.

my heart goes out to Elrond

Thought about the silmarillion a little too hard tonight and started crying

Fingolfin

run, severus, run! (x7)

Will definitely do a drawing of this soon

well (x)

Just to be clear, the elves in question include the Fëanorians, Nolofinwëans, Arafinwëans, Lords of Gondolin, Lords of Doriath, and elves from Imladris.

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Thanks a lot, everyone!

I want to write a Silmarillion fic. I love romance stories so it will be centered around a Silm elf and an OC! Comment which elf you think I should write about.

absolutely high king

Can't believe High King Gil-Galad is the only cussing elf

All the other elf royality are SHOCKED

Thranduil almost choked on his cup of wine

Celeborn almost died AGAIN

Elrond was secretly amused but pretended to be shocked

That's why Gil-Galad is unmarried what elf maiden could handle it

Very appaling very risque

Maglor and Galadriel

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Chapter I: Love and Friends Lost (More Than Life Itself, Severus Snape x OC)

Author's note: Here's Chapter I, finally! Severus Snape drags Helena Collins out of bed to see if the rumours were true, if the Potters were really dead. He can only hope...but, I mean as we all know, it's futile. We all know how Snape feels, but how does Helena feel, watching her best friend fall apart in front of her eyes? Yet, someone has to stay strong for them, right?

TW: Angst (lots of it I guess)

Tags: @koopakid03 @craftyhufflepuff @easy-there-leftovers

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“Merlin’s beard, slow down!” Helena Collins hissed as she struggled to keep up with the fast pace of the figure before her. She hastily brushed a strand of her long brown hair away from her face. She had hastily dressed, throwing a deep blue robe over her white nightgown. The snow fell like little pearlescent droplets, beautiful in the dark night. Her nose and cheeks had turned pink from the cold, and she shivered. She followed the figure, and he took her arm, Apparating them both from Hogsmeade to Godric’s Hollow.

Up ahead, Severus Snape marched with great strides. He gripped his wand tightly in his left hand, holding it out in front of him slightly as he walked. He stopped abruptly, causing Helena to crash into him. “Gods, Severus, what-”

She peered out from behind him, and her eyes widened. The house in front of them was a familiar structure to her. She had spent many days here, and to see it in such a state…with the side of the house seemingly blown apart.

Without a second word, he walked ahead, pushing the gate open and stepping into the front yard of the Potters’ home. Helena followed, taking her wand out from within her robes. She managed to catch up to him and paused by his side.

“This is it,” she said to Severus, whose eyes were dark and severe, even more so than his usual dour countenance. She pushed the door open, finding it unlocked. Her breath hitched at this. Lily Potter would never leave her house door unlocked.

James might, but never Lily.

She stepped cautiously into the house, lighting her wand with a “lumos” charm. Light bloomed from the tip of her wand, lighting up the darkness in front of her.

She walked through the living room, Severus trailing behind her. The sight that greeted them at the top of stairs made her nauseous. James Potter lay on the ground, that familiar smirk on his gone, replaced with a look of what could only be described as determination and shock.

His round glasses were askew, and his wand knocked aside. She knelt by his side, brushing his face with the back of her fingers. His skin was ice cold. She shook her head as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Dead.

Helena gently brushed her hand over his eyelids, closing his eyes, before getting up, but Severus had already moved on. She mumbled a prayer for James and following Severus into the next room.

He stopped in the doorway, his knees visibly buckling. He let out a sob as he fell to his knees. When Helena stepped into the room, she knew why. She stilled, and for a moment, it was so quiet that she could hear her heart slowly start to shatter.

The debris on the floor, the figure with vibrant red hair that lay amongst it. Lily Evans, one of her closest friends at Hogwarts. Now, she lay dead. Helena watched as Severus picked up Lily and held her to him in an embrace, tears dripping down his cheeks.

Lily had been a great friend to Helena, and a great sorrow overcame her as she glanced at her lifeless friend, cradled in Severus’ arms. However, her heart clenched soon after, a feeling that had nothing to do with her grief about Lily’s death.

She knew how much Lily meant to Severus. She was his first real friend from their childhood years. Lily had told Helena the tale many times over, she and Severus bonding over the fact that they had magical abilities in the Muggle town of Spinner’s End. Lily was there for him when the Marauders teased him endlessly, and even when the three of them hung out together to study or for breaks, Helena had felt, more than anything, like a third wheel.

“Severus…the boy,” Helena said softly, walking over to the crib, where one year old Harry Potter was crying. There was a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, and it bled. She picked up the boy and rocked him gently, shushing him.

“Oh, Harry…” Tears pricked her eyes again as she imagined him having to grow up without his parents. James and Lily, who had been so excited to have a son to raise, to grow up with. Now, they would never be able to hug Harry again, to play with him and see him go to Hogwarts. She pressed a kiss to his forehead before turning to Severus.

“What do we do?” She asks, her voice hoarse. “We cannot leave him here.”

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Seeing Helena holding baby Harry stirred something in Severus Snape. He didn’t know what it was, a foreign twinge of an emotion he’d never felt before. But he brushed that all aside. He approached her, wiping his face, and leaned in to whisper, “I have word that Hagrid will be arriving soon, on Dumbledore’s orders. He will take the Potter boy to Professor Dumbledore, who’s currently at Number 4 Privet Drive, for Potter to live with his aunt.”

He watched as Helena frowned, no doubt recalling the unpleasantness that was Petunia Evans. Lily had told her about Petunia's unique disposition quite often, and Petunia's attitude irked Helena to no end.

“Them?” She grimaced. “Those god-awful-”

She stopped herself. “We cannot send Harry to live with them,” she said pleadingly, tears shining in her blue eyes. Those blue eyes. The beautiful shade of blue he had always loved. He didn’t want to see her cry, ever. Wait, what?

Why did he feel this way?

“The Headmaster has said so himself. Harry’s protection can only last as long as he lives with family, as…vile as they are,” he replied, his voice cool and calm. He took the baby from her arms and laid him back in the crib, his fingers brushing over the raven hair on the child’s head. “We must go before we are found, otherwise…”

He didn’t need to continue. The implications were clear. He watched as Helena stood, wiping the tears from her eyes. “We must go,” she echoed softly. He took her hand, and they Disapparated.

That night, as Helena laid in her bed, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling of her quarters, her heart wept. For Lily and James, and Harry who had been oprhaned at such a young age...but also a love she knew she couldn't have. She hated it, her mind thinking about Severus this way when Lily and James had just died.

That night, as she recalled how Severus had held Lily in his arms, she knew that it could never be, and it was time to let go.

But could she let go? That was a question that only time could answer.