Tolkien Elven Imagines and Headcanons Volume 1

93. Fingon - Rumors

Fingon x Reader

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You paced intensely in the sitting room waiting impatiently for the talk that was to be had, all should be well considering the wonderful circumstances. Your fiance had been reborn, finally home from war torn Beleriand after being apart for so long! Happiness should fill you to the brim, and you should be full of excitement to see him again!

You should as well be excited for this private meeting you had called for! To once again lay eyes on your love. To embrace and kiss him! Yet happiness was not what you were feeling, dread had been weighing heavily on your shoulders since you received the news of the existence of Gil-Galad.

There was so much uncertainty circling around his parentage, no one could seem to get their story straight. Some said that Gil-Galad was the son of Orodreth, sister to Finduilas, yet the most consistent rumor that seemed to exist was that Fingon was his Atar. Many elves reporting that the resemblance was uncanny and with that the news left you heartbroken.

You constantly told yourself that you should be happy that Fingon had found happiness in Beleriand. So much of it that he was able to start a family, yet you couldn't stop the ache that filled your chest every time you thought of him being happy with someone other than you.

You felt utterly foolish that you thought you had found your one, and to discover that was not the case was soul shattering. You had done your best to make peace with it, to find counsel where you could. Anaire had been more than open to comforting you despite the circumstances and said actions of her son.

Now today you knew you had to face Fingon, it was already obvious enough that you would need to tell him badly he had hurt you but that you supposed you were happy for him. That you would accept that your engagement was now null and void, and it shattered the peace that you had managed to pull together.

Though you couldn't bring yourself to necessarily be mad that he didn't tell you. How could he? You were here in Valinor and he had been in Beleriand in exile, it wasn't as if you could write him a letter.

You finally paused in your pacing, looking out the windows and over Tirion in silence wringing your hands as you waited. The sprawling silvery buildings pulling you from you worried thoughts, the rays of Anar making them sparkle like precious metals... No sooner than you had become engrossed in the beauty of your home did the door open.

"Y/N!" His voice called out with great happiness as you heard him hurry into the room. Quickly you turned around feeling the tears brim as you laid eyes on him for the first time in what felt like forever. He was as handsome as ever, dressed richly in deep indigo robes and tunic, gold was embroidered on the sleeves and collar.

His hair was still done in the same fashion as before he had left for Beleriand, two braids done down one on each side of his temple, with gold weaved in. Contrasting beautifully with his black hair, and his bright blue eyes seemed to shine with great light as they gazed upon you.

"Fingon." You greeted with emotion in your voice, arms folded across your chest protectively, trying to soothe the hurt that bubbled inside. A wide and happy smile pulling at his lips as he stared at you, it was as he came closer that you began to try and keep the distance from him.

You began to back away from his quick and encroaching strides, boots thudding softly on the carpet, you were not wanting to be so close to him. Fingon gave great pause, but he still only kept his smile and was quick to respect the distance you had put between the two of you.

Surely it must be a shock to you, to see him standing here again, he reasoned with himself. Not wanting to distress you further,

"My darling, oh how I have missed you..." He breathed out staring at you warmly, his hands twitching to reach out to pull you into him and hold you close. You didn't miss the pull in your chest, trying to prompt you to get closer but how unwise it would be to try and share affections with a taken ellon. Even if he hadn't the same consideration for you,