Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

71. Maeglin - Unrequited Love Part 3

Maeglin x Reader

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It had been a few months since the disaster with Idril, of course during such a hard time for your friend you made sure that supported him however he needed it. Even in ways he didn't even realize he needed, and though Maeglin wouldn't admit it immediately he truly appreciated your help.

During these times, late at night, you forced him to put down his quill, pouring several glasses of wine throughout the night while you regaled him with grand tales of your upbringing or how obnoxious one of the other elf lords were when intoxicated. Though he kept to himself he found it amusing to listen to you re-enact their drunken likeness, your laughter was perhaps the best part...

Or you'd listen in supportive silence, offering comfort when he needed it, not interrupting him as he continued to monologue about how horrible he felt. Even about the deeper more hidden things he shared with no one, for whatever reason Maeglin found himself entrusting these things to you. Yet less of it was about how Idril had made him feel...

As time seemed to go on he found himself paying more attention to the way your eyes lit up when you first saw him for the day. How your ears seemed to twitch attentively when he spoke to you, or lay back softly depending on the subject... You looked, as much as he tried to deny it, lovely when your cheeks were rosy and blooming with warmth.

In that soft yellow light from the fire place during your late nights visit it seemed to exaggerate that soft drunken blush on your face. And your smile, that he noticed was softer and warmer with him, when you were intoxicated it was unguarded and a sweet sight to see.

These were new feelings that seemed to blossom rather quickly, they were ones that he hadn't even felt when he had been with the Lady Idril. Including the strange fluttering in his stomach when you gave him a sweet or charming smile, let alone even looked in his direction.

Your compliments making him blush some, yet he didn't try and flee from you and the strange wave of emotions it brought, even if he fought his hardest to hide the blush from you. From what he could tell, you didn't really see the soft blushes or his discomfort which made him relieved. Maeglin didn't understand what all was going on with how he reacted towards you.

It was until yesterday that this mounting internal conflict seemed to boil over and have a mind of its own as he sat next to you as you read. You looked so beautiful sitting there with your book in hand, the light streaming in through the large windows of the grand library illuminating you in a heavenly manner.

Your hair was pulled over one shoulder and out of the way, yet one part of your hair seemed to stubbornly fall forward repeatedly, though you didn't seem to mind. You hardly noticed Maeglin's eyes on you, used to his staring this far into your friendship.

It was just something he had always done, though the others found it- in their words- creepy, you had far more patience for it. Knowing that there was much going inside of his mind, including trying to decipher how to speak on a subject. So you could only assume that this was another one of those times, where he was trying to collect his thoughts.

Or it was that he was looking over your shoulder to see what you were reading, which wasn't uncommon either, that was until his hand reached out towards you. You paused in your reading curious as to what he was doing, deciding not to look up at him and instead keeping your eyes on the page before you. When his fingers met your skin you couldn't help but tense in surprise!

They had gently brushed against your cheekbone, grazing along to tuck that stubborn piece of hair behind your ear. Though Maeglin seemed to have lingered as he did so, tracing over the delicate point of your ears and running his fingers down your jaw. The silence had been deafening as you begun to blush vibrantly, gathering your courage you had looked over at him. Looking as tomato red as he did, though his mouth had been ajar and he appeared dumbfounded by what he had just done.