Silmarillion Non-Con November 2026 by AngbandThrallNo.1035
Fanwork Notes
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Summary:
This is my collection of ficlets for the various prompts of Non-Con November 2026, I'll update the tags as I upload my fics, each prompt will be a new chapter. This writing event specifically focuses on the absence of consent, so keep that in mind!
Day 1: Groping (Maeglin/Glorfindel)
Major Characters: Maeglin, Glorfindel
Major Relationships: Glorfindel/Maeglin
Genre: Alternate Universe, Erotica, Ficlet, Slash
Challenges:
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Check Notes for Warnings, Domestic and Partner Violence, Expletive Language, Incest, Mature Themes, Rape/Nonconsensual Sex, Sexual Content (Mild), Sexual Content (Moderate), Sexual Content (Graphic), Torture, Violence (Mild)
Chapters: 1 Word Count: 428 Posted on Updated on This fanwork is a work in progress.
1: Groping (Maeglin/Glorfindel)
Chapter Warnings: Groping, slight physical conflict, slight gaslighting.
Read 1: Groping (Maeglin/Glorfindel)
Maeglin was pacing the hallways late after a long meeting as a lord. He felt like he was struggling to keep his head above the water, but nobody else seemed to notice. He hadn't slept at all the night before, he was too busy with his forge. In his attempt to balance his craft and his work he had managed to utterly forgo sleep. To his utter embarrassment he had been forced to ask to leave the meeting early to rest. It felt childish to need to sleep like that, but they had been understanding. It was either that or try to stay awake and fall asleep, offending the king. It was his uncle, but he still didn't know him all that well and he was a ferocious figure to him, filled with righteous anger.
As he was almost at the end of the corridor, he heard a creaking behind him. Someone had joined him, Glorfindel. He relaxed slightly, but wondered why he had left early too. He paused and looked behind him, waiting for the bigger elf to catch up.
"Fret not, I just volunteered to follow you back to your room since you seemed… weakened." He slipped his hand around Maeglin and bid him to continue walking together. As they walked his hand fell lower, and lower again until it was resting firmly on his ass. Nobody was around to see and Maeglin wasn't sure how to deal with it. Surely this is an accident, he supposed. Nobody had ever given him attention like that before, and if it felt like this then he was sure he would never want it.
He split off once he got to his chambers, desperate not to prolong those five minutes of silent hell, but he was out of luck. Glorfindel followed him inside and was utterly determined to "help."
"I can get to bed fine now, thank you Lord Glorfindel…" Leave me alone, beast.
"And leave you to collapse in your work clothes? Absolutely not." He was still smiling as he forcefully took the shirt from the exhausted ellon, his hands once again lingered too long on his body, squeezing his flat chest and running his hands along his his muscular torso.
"I said I'm FINE!" He shouted, trying to push Glorfindel away and only succeeding in tripping himself up. He looked with terror up at the other lord who stood motionless gazing down at where he sat on the floor.
"You really are hysterical, Maeglin… get some rest."
And with that he left, slamming the door behind him.
