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A Tale of Lust and Love - Finrod x Reader

This is 100% the longest oneshot I've written and I think I won't be able to beat this one anytime soon.

[Top art by e-laureanar on Tumblr]

Word count: 3,303 words (no, I'm not joking)

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Finrod Felagund. The fairest and most beautiful elf in all of Arda, in your eyes. And yet he seems to choose to be drawn to you. A simple and plain elf that happens to live in Nargothrond. You were very drawn to Finrod. His blue eyes, his voice, and his golden hair are like a giant magnet while you were a piece of metal, slowly attaching to the king.

The way Finrod looked at you was different than the way you looked at him. You gave him sweet and gentle glances, while he gave flirty looks that continue to drag you to him. He looks at you with a gleam in his eye and as if he were a lion, ready to catch its prey. And you didn't seem to figure out what he was doing to you.

Some nights, you would have Finrod at your side, as gently whispered some cold elvish phrases into your ears. Phrases that were so full of lust or love and came out as smooth as silk. You couldn't believe that such a king would fall for you.

Other nights, you lay in bed alone, thinking about the bitterness of the world. Heartbreak, death, and all that junk. These nights were the ones where you felt incredibly overwhelmed. Your weariness was sometimes very visible, as many have noted that you appear to be tired or worn out.

Perhaps having someone at your side assuring you that it will all be fine helped you not feel cold and afraid. Finrod had always made you feel fine, but little did you know that he was playing games, and slightly toying with you. Not in a horrific way that will kill you, but in a way that confused you. A way that hid his feelings. A way that led you into him, and think the wrong things. Boy was he good.

Finrod's words always led you to think that you're in total love and someday you'll be wedded to him. Whether or not that was the intention of the king, you had to figure out. People have told you things that you weren't too sure about. They said that the king was baiting you in with sweet kisses and gentle words, and you were soon to be reeled into an ugly game of love and lust.

Obviously, the words of the others made you question this romance you have with Finrod. Was it all a lie? Was all of this just good fun or was it love that was endearing and true? Elves weren't for these types of things, so this whole experience was weird for you.

One day, you decided that you had no choice but to confront Finrod about everything that has ever happened between you. That is, until you fall into his arms and he'll kiss you in such a tender way. This madness was making your head spin. Why, out of all of the elves, whether they be in Valinor or on Middle-earth, did this have to be on your hands? Who decided that this is to be your life?

"Finrod?" you squeaked, the moment you laid eyes on him today. "There must be a discussion between us. About what we are." The king was tall and mighty, and you were slightly intimidated by his power. Never have you been this scared. At this point, you wanted to simply melt and not have to go through this.

"What do you think we are?" Finrod asked, his smooth voice trailing you in. As he spoke, you got closer to him, until your chest was against his. Here goes nothing.

"I-I don't know." you answered. "That's why I'm asking you. I'm not too sure if-" Your words were cut off by a kiss. One that was passionate. Instead of separating from him to continue speaking, you melted into the kiss. And that was something you regretted doing.

Finrod moved away just a hair and whispered, "Isn't this just plain fun? To me, this is you and I, having a wonderful time."

What does this mean? Before you could ponder any longer, Finrod placed his lips against yours and now he's the only one you can think about. People were watching this happen, which caused you to be nervous. This had to stop.