Fingon: Hands Off

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Type: Imagine

Who: You, Fingon

Warnings: Kissing and slight suggestive content (Fingon will take care of it lol)

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It's fall. And that means its the Autumn solstice in Tirion. You and your best friends are getting all dolled up and decorated for one of the biggest parties of the year. Food drinks, dancing, and...some cute elves.

"Oh Y/n. You're so lucky." One of your friends gushes. "Marrying Prince Fingon. I wish I was in love."

You sit on a stool in front of the mirror. "I am a very lucky girl. One day, you will be just as so."

"Perhaps. But there's no more Fingons."

You finish doing your hair in your favorite style.

You are wearing a f/c dress with long sleeves that flow like water when you walk. Your h/c has jewels pinned into it and your engagement ring glimmers on your finger.

Your friends leave for the party while you wait for your fiancè.

"Melleth, you look stunning."

You smile at the silky voice.

"Fingon, you're supposed to knock. What if I was unclothed?"

His arms slip around your waist. "Well, in a week, we won't have to worry about that."

You blushed. The party tonight was to welcome your husband's cousins. The Feanorians. They came a week early for your wedding.

"Shall we my lady?" He offered you his arm.

You nod and play with a strand of his dark hair. "Let's."

Fingon tucked your arm into his. "I'm going to have to fight in order to keep the other makes off you."

You kiss him. "My heart is yours and yours only."

Fingon escorted you to the grand hall where his father was hosting a large party to welcome his Half-brother.

You walked beside Fingon all the way to the front where four thrones sat. Two for Fingons parents, one for your husband-to-be, and one for you.
You take your place next to Fingon while Fingolfin gives a welcoming speech to his extended family. You look around the huge room to see a group of unfamiliar faces. One looks similar to Fingolfin. The elf ha seven other ellons with him. You run your eyes over the group. Your gaze falls upon a blonde-haired Ellon. He winks at you and smirks.

You blush and grip Fingons hand which he returns with a reassuring  squeeze. 

"You are doing so well my darling. It will be over soon." He assures you. (Italics are elvish)
He knows how much you detest being in front of crowds.

Fingolfin finished his speech and now the party started.

Elves nodded to you and have words of congratulations as you walked by. In another hall, a great feast had been prepared. Tables filled with traditional food and desserts had been set out and the floor had a silk carpet for the dances.

Your fiance gave a happy shout and ran toward a red-headed elf.

"Well, well, if it isn't Maitimo." Fingon chucked. "It's been too long!"

The elf hugged Fingon. "Too long brother."

Fingon extended his hand to you..you walked swiftly to grab it.

"Y/n, this is my cousin Maedhros."

The elf bows. "Maedhros Maitimo Feanoro. At your bidding my lady Y/n."

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