Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

70. Caranthir - Shedding Layers

Caranthir x Reader

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This is completely and totally based off of the post Caranthir's Skin Headcanon by gothaur-the-gay on tumblr and you should definitely go and read that first before you read the rest of my post!

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Caranthir opened his heavy oaken bedroom door with a sigh, his rubicund face redder than what it was normally. Surely between stress or work and the heat of summer baring down on Thargelion. It usually did not get so hot, but it would be his luck that today would be one of the hottest days that he experienced since taking Lordship over Thargelion.

The tall and open windows on furthered his need to get out of these clothes, as Anar blazed brightly right onto him no matter where he'd hide here. Even his own hair was betraying him in this heat as it was left long and matching his robes and tunic.

It was times like this he began to despise Celegorm and Curufin from all the so called jokes that they had continuously made over his reddened skin. It was not his fault he had been born with such redness on his face, and to make matters worse it all extended down his neck, back and hands. They had hounded him it felt like, now the only time he was comfortable being seen in public was when he wore heavy layers

In his heated frustration Caranthir ripped the fine leather gloves off his hands, tossing them haphazardly somewhere into the room while he grumbled. Caught up entirely in his thoughts on trying to get out of this heavy black robes and tunic but his fingers fumbling with the golden buttons.

Leaving him hardly concerned about how he hadn't closed his bedroom door yet, nor was he paying enough attention to hear your footsteps rushing down the hallway and in his direction. Finally he got the buttons undone on the robes beginning to shrug them off his shoulders when a soft knock on his door made him bristle.

You watched curiously as his back tensed at the sound, your eyes fixed on his form as curiosity bubbled inside of you. Wondering why it was he was changing so brazenly with his door open, as that was completely unlike your love. Who valued privacy and discretion above all else, especially when it came down to his own appearance.

Even from you and the two of you had been courting for quite some time. Never had you seen your lover shirtless or glove-less. You knew Caranthir always wore heavy layers, though the reason was completely unknown to you and you never pressed him on the subject.

When he turned around you only offered up a look of concern as you looked over your partner.  Today it was clear the heavy fabrics were taking a toll on him as sweat seemed to glisten on his brow, cheeks a deeper crimson and discomfort was the expression that didn't fade.

Not even at the sight of you, as usually a more neutral expression found his face when he say you. Caranthir only sighed out again with frustration as he began to slip his robe back on, while you stepped into the spacious room, shutting the door quietly. Today's heat had been getting to him for most of today you suspected and it was not well past three.

"Cara, why are you wearing so much? It is so hot today.." You asked him with worry, walking towards his busying form only prompting him to try and button up faster. You thought for sure he would have dressed down! For a moment he was silent focusing on the buttons at hand before he made work to answer you.

"The weather is fine." Caranthir grumbled, the heat of his clothing and the small button holes adding to his mounting anger, he only kept his eyes on his hands. You dragged your eyes over the heavy velvet layers he wore, the collar while exquisitely embroidered by his own hand covered most of his neck. The sleeves long and thick with a robe that went to floor covering his arms further, and then your eyes finally landed on his hands.