The Secret of Men (Finrod x Reader)
“What if I am reborn as a bug?” your question stops Finrod in his tracks. Hehe, your trap was set. “Will you still love me? Even if I were to be a slimy, mindless, chittering bug?”
Your beloved stands frozen in time. You almost feel apologetic when you see him trying to form words but being unable to do so. At last, as if struck by sudden exhaustion he plops down on your bed.
“Yes,” he replies as he gawks at his own hands in disbelief. He stares unblinking which is quite creepy after a minute or two.
Just as you are about to grill him about the lack of enthusiasm. He finally looks up. And alarms ring in your head. Severe warnings as you observe the curious look in his eyes.
“Is that a possibility to consider meleth?” You resist the urge to punch yourself to another dimension. Your lament proves useless as questions start raining down from the Noldor elf who would not be stopping anytime soon.
“Would you still have the mental ability of a human?”
“Would you like to eat bug food or would you still prefer our food?”
“Is that how re-embodiment for men works? That surely could be a possibility I discuss with Andreth.” Oh no, he’s already in the zone of answering his own questions. You don’t want to imagine Andreth’s reaction to this and mentally apologize to the woman for the storm you have sent her way.
“Imagine I could carry you everywhere with me.” Finrod smiles blindingly. “I could just put you in my pocket and we’ll be together.” Ai, how can he be so adorable despite being older than even the Sun and the Moon?
“How long would it be before you get to be human? Imagine if one of the reincarnations is an elven form?” With a gleeful expression and wildly gesturing hands Finrod is a sight to witness.
Shuffling from your spot you make your way to Finrod. Situating yourself in his lap, as his hands make their way around your waist, you hold his face between your palms. And you thought you could befuddle him.
Bopping your nose on his you take in his glimmering eyes. A glimmer of distant lands you have heard of in his tales. His home.
“Oh, meleth dare I tell you the secret of men?” You question and Finrod’s ears twitch a very specific sign of the Noldor’s timid interest. A small gesture you had the honor of observing close up whenever you initiated a kiss with him.
Finrod nods with a concentrated expression. Had you not known him for so long (human long) you would not have noticed the slight tremble of his eyelashes.
“Alright then come here,” you push yourself closer to Finrod. Lining your lips right next to his ear, a sensitive spot that the shiver that runs through his body confirms.
“NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU U-” you scream and with a thud find yourself on the ground. Your laughter now ringing in the room.
Finrod sits hunched on the bed. His expression is haunted by the betrayal he never saw coming. His ears ring with your words as he tries to apologize and get you back up but he fails to when he finds you crying yourself with laughter.
You lay there clutching your stomach as you heave for a breath. Your face reddens and all the coyness from a moment ago vanishes into the thin air. It isn’t too long before Finrod joins you. King of Nargothrond laughing maniacally like a scheming dark lord.
“Ha…i’m…I apologize,” you wheeze and fall back into another fit of laughter with a single glance at Finrod who does the same.
Not even conflicting fates can take away the quality of your time with your beloved.