Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

9. Celebrimbor - You're safe with me

Celebrimbor x abused!Reader

warning: mentions of physical abuse

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* Mírë - Q. meaning jewel, treasure, gem, precious item

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You were sitting in silence, a needle and thread in hand as you worked on mending one of Celebrimbor's shirts. The seam for the arm of one of his pale blue tunics had unraveled despite being brand new, so you did him the small favor of mending it so he wouldn't have to worry about it later.

You were completely absorbed in making sure the small stitches stayed together, holding it up close to your face as you threaded the needle through once more. The sounds of the fire in the hearth blazing, drowning out the soft sounds of the other elves moving about. Nor did you hear the approaching footsteps of your husband moving down the hallway and towards your room.

When the door opened you made no move to look over in that direction or even acknowledge that it had been open. Celebrimbor softly smiled at the sight of you as you continued to work diligently, he closed the door quietly so as not to disturb you from your work just yet. He wanted to surprise you with him being off of work earlier than usual today.

Silently he approached the couch you lounged on, coming from behind you before he moved to put his free hand on your shoulder and to kiss your head. But suddenly as you continued stitching you only saw a massive hand headed in the direction of your face, you gasped with a start and flinched hard.

Bracing yourself for impact as your shoulders shrugged up protectively, arms crossing one another as you held them up defensively. Adrenaline coursing through your veins as you anticipated for the worst to happen, but it never came.

Celebrimbor stopped immediately, feeling his blood run cold as he began to run any and all scenarios in his head that he may have given you a reason to flinch as hard as you just did. He had never laid a finger on you that wasn't one of love and worship of your beautiful body.

"Mírë..." He began in a soft and deep voice, slowly coming around the couch to face you with concern. Celebrimbor kneeled before the couch where you sat, placing a hand on your knee, he wanted to look less imposing as to soothe you. Clearly he had frightened you, and Eru forbid if his large and bulky form intimidated you further.

Blue eyes looking over you attentively, black brows pulled together with worry watching as you began to slowly drop your arms from their defensive position. He could see you were clearly embarrassed as the red began to make its way to your cheeks and unshed tears reflexively made their way to your eyes.

"Yes, love?" You asked him, voice full of more emotion than you intended to convey as you bunched up the shirt in your hand. Clutching to it for comfort, mindfully pinning the needle into the fabric so you didn't lose it. Your eyes would not meet his, which was unlike you... This only made him frown further and the curiosity ran rampant.

"Mírë why did you flinch..?" Celebrimbor asked you with care, mindful not to sound harsh when he asked. He knew that you had things that you didn't speak on, just like himself. But now he felt it was important that it was discussed, you swallowed the lump in your throat at his words. Fingers fiddling with the soft velvet in your lap, panic surged through you at the thought of having to tell him what happened... Even if it were so long ago.

"I.. was startled.." You summed up as generically as possible, Celebrimbor frowned at this. That much he understood but what had happened to make you flinch like he was going to hit you? He wasn't foolish, he knew exactly what that flinching was, he'd seen it before from others.

"Have I done something to make you think I was going to hit you?" He pressed, genuine concern filling his voice as his hand gently squeezed your knee. Slowly you shook your head at his words as you kept your gaze on the blue tunic, if you looked up at him you would start crying. But with you not looking at him you knew that it would make it harder to lie to him...

"No..." Your voice was meek and almost frightened sounding making his heart constrict with worry in his chest. Gently his hand left your knee, timidly moving to grab a hold of one of your soft and delicate hands. Your eyes tracking his big hands every movement, even as he pulled your hand to kiss it lovingly, cradling it with both hands as if you'd break at any moment.

"What happened mírë?" Using his affectionate name for you with care once more, you couldn't help but feel inclined to answer. Celebrimbor's aura feeling so safe and gentle, that it was okay to be vulnerable and to tell him what had happened so long ago. Finally you flitted your eyes to look up at him, an ethereal orange glow surrounding his form from the fireplace. It made him appear far more inviting than he was already, you nodded slowly signaling you would tell him.

"Do you remember how I told you long before we met... That I had been with a human man..?" You began very slowly, hesitating some but the squeeze of his hand with yours giving you confidence. Celebrimbor nodded, remembering how you told him that there had been a man you courted for a short time. You had only been 50 years old and that it wasn't very serious if at all, just a fling.

"Well... After some time together, one day we had been talking." You paused some taking a shaky breath looking back at him for assurance,

"I had said something that he did not like... So he hit me..." Celebrimbor held his breath at your words, unable to begin fathoming how someone could even think about laying a finger on you. He was utterly silent, sensing that you may have more to say... You shifted uncomfortably on the sofa feeling so overwhelmed you felt like you might burst. Your chest was so tight with panic at what he might think of you next...

"He... promised he wouldn't do it again... I was so stupid... I stayed." Your voice barely above a whisper at your own words, Celebrimbor shaking his head. In what you thought was disapproval at your actions,

"You are not stupid.. You were not stupid." He quickly corrected you, he brought a free hand up as he watched the tears that brimmed over and flowed down your face, wiping them away. For a long moment you two sat in silence as you sniffled, Celebrimbor was deep in thought and allowing you to take this moment to express yourself.

"How often?" His voice was  wary as he asked this, and you knew what he meant... How often did the man hit you. You shrugged at his words looking up to the ceiling for a moment trying to get a hold of yourself.

"Too often.." You said in a soft voice, and Celebrimbor nodded in understanding, finally did he move to take his place next to you on the couch. Gently he wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into his chest, and willingly you went with the motions. Hugging him back, you calmed down tremendously knowing that he didn't feel any different towards you. Not negatively at least...

"You're safe with me, mírë." He began, voice rumbling through his chest. Relief filling you, even though you knew he wouldn't it was always so comforting to hear that you were safe with him.

"Any man or elf or fell creature that thinks that they can lay their hands on you has to contend with me." His voice was much more firm this time and you didn't doubt that he meant it. Celebrimbor was not one to make idle threats or promises, gently he squeezed you a little more firmly as you both sat there.

"You will always be safe with me..." He whispered kissing the top of your head gently, assuring you that should there ever be a worst case scenario that you would indeed be well taken care of. You were grateful that this time was true love, and that you had someone who treasured you and respected you as much as Celebrimbor did.