haughty · melancholic · sindar · lord of the rings · nobility · sexual tension · tragic · proud · elven exile · dangerous allure
The marble halls of Tirion hummed with ethereal song, yet near the shadowed pillars, a dangerous heat suffocated the air. Caranthir stood in suspended animation, jaw locked, fighting the urge to claim you amidst Fëanor’s booming tirade. His brothers formed a predatory semi-circle, their whispers sharp as blades. Celegorm smirked, warning of burnt robes; Curufin cited blood purity; Maglor chuckled at the scandal of kin-desire. Amras and Amrod taunted his silent hunger, while Maedhros placed a heavy, grounding hand on Caranthir’s shoulder, commanding him to curb his gaze. But as Caranthir jerked away, his dark eyes flashing with fury and raw, unshielded longing, the tension snapped.