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This was 🔥🔥🔥

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⸙ Prompt: One-bar prison | Gothmog x Eönwë ⸙ Synopsis: Gothmog decides to put his pretty bird on display. Eönwë may or may not enjoy it more than he wants to admit. ⸙ Warnings: Sex toys, dirty talk, smutty ⸙ Triple drabble

"You look lovely like this," Gothmog purred. 

The only response he received from Eönwë was a strained groan and a small rattling sound as he attempted to shift his position. His favourite enemy was currently standing atop one single iron bar, its end snugly wedged between muscular cheeks, its tip inside him. To ensure that he would stay in place, his ankles were fettered and chained to the bar, and his hands were bound behind his back. A gag Gothmog had forgone for the moment, wanting to hear the song of his lover's pleasure. 

Eönwë's awkward shifting caused the toy at the tip of the bar to press inside him at a different angle, and he moaned softly. "D-do I...?" 

"Yes. Very much so." Gothmog affectionately ruffled his pale golden locks, his fána glowing with pride. Such a pretty little angel, bound and helpless, and he belonged to him and him alone. 

"Will you leave me like this?" Eönwë asked, eyes half-lidded and slightly teary. "Will you go attend to your duties and make me wait for your return?"

"You ask me as though you want me to make you suffer a little," Gothmog laughed. "So you tell me. Do you enjoy being on display like this? Do you like standing here with a toy inside you, waiting for your master? Do you want to beg for my attention when you can't take it anymore?"

He watched Eönwë's muscles tense and flex as he tried his best to keep his bound fána from reacting to his words, but the effect they had on him was obvious. Grinning, Gothmog reached down to give his hard, leaking cock a few lazy strokes. 

"What my pet bird wants, he gets," he cooed, "so be good for me now, and I'll reward you later."

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OMG! This was even better than I expected!

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As you know I ship Mairon with almost anything that (in this case: still) breathes.

This exists because @cilil and I talk. ;)

Calling the Witch-King witch is another wink to @lvsifer 's glorious fic Night Moth.

The description of Khamûl as pretty is entirely the fault of this incredible piece of art which won't leave my mind.

Summary: Nine Kings of Men worship their lord.

Warnings: sexual content (not very explicit), it's an orgy?!

Not beta'd!

Tagging @a-world-of-whimsy-5 as promised.

Reverence

Nine mouths to kiss.

They kneel before him one by one, lips find his ring. Mairon kisses each of them. They taste of fear and want and warmth.

The one he's kissed and held before; the witch. The pretty Easterling.

Nine rings to bind. He feels them all.

He is an eternal sun and they are meagre crows. They feast on poisoned seeds, scattered across fields scorched by his blaze.

Reverence thickens the air.

He lays himself bare before them. Why would he not. They descend upon Mairon like vultures. May they find aliment in him.

Their mouths are everywhere, their hands are too. Mairon’s fingers all adorned in gold clutch raven robes, hard, he wraps his arm around another, warm tongues and lips on his and teeth. His legs fall open. Mairon moans.

They're on his skin, inside him and around him.

The pretty one, the boy from Rhûn, has draped himself all over him. Mairon holds him close and smells his hair, his mortal flesh ephemeral. He will not need it, soon.

When it is over, Mairon’s smile is generous. He walks away bearing their marks of lust, of worship. Shame he bears not. He walks with pride.

#fic recs #other people's amazing writing #mairon #sauron #nazgûl #ringwraiths #double drabble

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Thank you for the recs!

Happy Friday, Fellowship! 💛

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@cilil contributions to Silmarillion Epistolary Week. My particular favourites are for day 5 and 7.

@i-did-not-mean-to day 3 for Silmarillion Epistolary Week. A moving letter from Finwë to Fingolfin, where he explains his reasons for following Fëanor into exile.

Desire is the word for feast of horns by @urwendii . Arien knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to go for it.

Happy Friday, Fellowship! 💛

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I bet they did more than that 😏

rare pair bingo

⸙ Prompt: Drinking game | Tulkas x Oromë ⸙ Synopsis: Tulkas and Oromë compete in a drinking contest to determine who gets to ask a favour of the other. ⸙ Warnings: Drinking, drunk Valar being dumb ⸙ Drabble

"I yield," Tulkas announced gravely, almost knocking over his mug of ale as he unceremoniously collapsed on the table. "You win." 

Oromë, looking equally dazed, shook his head. "I can't finish mine either," he said, "it must be a draw." 

A brief silence followed, during which both Valar tried to keep their inebriated fánar under control. 

"And now?" Tulkas mumbled. "Who gets the favour?" 

"I don't know." Oromë closed his eyes. 

They were quiet again, until an idea came into Tulkas' fuzzy mind. Sluggishly, he lifted his head and grinned. "We could just... kiss?" 

Oromë nodded slowly. "Eh, why not..."

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One thing I love about the Silmarillion is that because it’s so massive, its fans have to specialize.

Like I love everything but my Silm major is in Finrod studies, with a minor in obscure background characters.

Reblog this post with your Silmarillion “speciality,”

#me and my slow growing interest in the teleri #and the vanyar #why does spellcheck say vineyard? #I'm easily distracted

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𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝐍𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬

𓄌 Characters/pairings: Caranthir & Fëanor, hints at potential Caranthir x Turgon 𓄌 Synopsis: Fëanor offers to craft accessories for his sons to wear at the next Feast of Horns. Caranthir has what he believes to be an unusual request. 𓄌 Warnings: / 𓄌 Oneshot (~1.2k words)

Carnistir had both dreaded and looked forward to this moment, though the former outweighed the latter. 

His father had announced that he would be crafting accessories for all of his sons for the next Feast of Horns, celebrating that the entire family would be in attendance for the first time, and promised that each of them could pick whatever they wanted and he would make it. 

For most, if not all of his brothers, it was an easy choice and they knew exactly what they wanted, or so Carnistir believed at least, but for him, it was more difficult. Not the choice itself, if he was honest with himself — he had an idea what he wanted — but he grappled with it regardless and disliked the idea of having to explain himself to his father. 

It wasn't Carnistir's first time participating in the Hunt. His brothers had dragged him along once before, with Tyelkormo in particular claiming that he couldn't miss it, and as was tradition for debutants, he had been among the Hunted. The greater battle had been with himself rather than the Hunters, finding himself strangely enchanted by the idea of being desired and pursued, while unable to admit it to anyone else and acting aloof to hide his inner turmoil. 

In the end Carnistir had successfully hidden in the woods of Oromë — no small feat as he liked to think, especially with Ainur participating in the Hunt as well — and rejoined his brothers at the end of the night. Nobody had bothered to inquire about his whereabouts after his declaration that everything had gone well, and he preferred it that way. Even so, the aftermath had left him with a sour taste in his mouth, his mind ever wandering to all the possibilities he had denied himself out of pride, shame and, as much as he hated to admit it, cowardice. 

But this Feast of Horns would be different. Carnistir had promised himself that it would. 

And then he had also learned that Turukáno would be a Hunter. 

I could hunt as well. Maybe alongside him, if he agrees to it.

Though perhaps I should be hunted instead to rectify my mistake. Any other choice would only be further cowardice.

Turukáno could hunt me. I think I would like it if he did. 

But why would he? Especially if Findaráto joins in as well. And he most likely will.

Such was the back and forth between the two warring forces in Carnistir's mind, unfulfilled desire raging against what he believed was his better judgement, yet his perceived lack of courage and bravery was what eventually tipped the scales in favour of the former. He was a son of Fëanáro after all, he couldn't hide in a corner while his brothers participated in the Hunt. 

Even so, choosing the Hunted meant that he would have to ask his father for a necklace or even a collar instead of horns or antlers, and Carnistir dreaded having such a conversation. 

Thus he made his way to Fëanáro's forge reluctantly when Nerdanel told him that it was his turn. He announced himself with a short, sharp knock and entered in tandem with his father's invitation to come in. 

Fëanáro was sitting at his workbench and bent over an elaborate sketch he was working on. A quick look confirmed that it was most likely Tyelkormo's gift, and Carnistir tried not to let his mien sour too much. Of course he's still busy with someone else. 

"Ah, Moryo," his father greeted him and looked up with a smile. "Do you already know what you would like or do you want to take a few more minutes to think?"

"I am ready," Carnistir replied curtly. It hadn't escaped his notice that Fëanáro appeared to be in good spirits, and he was about to ruin it all; but it was too late for second guessing himself. A plan of action had been made, and he would stick to it, come what may. 

"Very well. What are your ideas?" Fëanáro asked and finally reached for an empty sheet of paper to place on top of the sketch, ready to take notes. 

"I want a collar and I don't want gold."

Silence fell between them for a brief moment. 

"So you wish to join the Hunted?" 

"Yes." Carnistir pressed his lips together, ready to defend his choice, but his father took notes without further inquiry.

"Do you know which materials you want instead if gold is not to your liking?" he then asked conversationally. 

Carnistir gave a light shrug. He had thought of everything, every complaint or counterargument that might be brought against him for making what could be considered a strange choice for a Noldorin prince, but not the gift itself. 

"Something practical," he said eventually. 

Fëanáro smiled. "I hope you will allow me to craft a silver one then. I think it would look lovely on you." 

"Fine by me." 

More notes were added. 

"And what kind of details and ornaments do you want? Maybe some jewels or gemstones?"

Another shrug. "Plain." 

"You know you can choose freely, Moryo?" 

"Yes." Picking up on the hint, Carnistir thought about it again. "Lots of people have little charms attached to their collars, like antlers or spear-tips or arrowheads. I think I would like that too."

"Anything in particular?"

"A dagger." Inspiration came spontaneously, but for once Carnistir allowed himself not to overthink it. 

"And what about the gems?" 

"No gems. They sparkle too much." 

Fëanáro grinned at him. "Ah, I see. You don't want to make it too easy for the Hunters to spot you."

"Of course not."

"And you are right. A favour from one of the princes of the Noldor should not be won too easily after all." He wrote down more notes. "Anything else?" 

"No." Carnistir paused for a moment, then added, "I leave the rest to you, Father." 

"I shan't disappoint. If you like, you can have a look at my sketch in a few days — I will take some time to think about it." 

He nodded. "Thank you." 

They fell silent again, but no further words were needed. An unspoken understanding that the conversation had concluded hung between them, and Carnistir turned to leave. 

On his way out, he spotted another sketch at the very edge of the workbench, slightly crumpled as if it had been hastily swept aside in favour of Fëanáro's tools and the other notes and sketches he had made. To his surprise, this one depicted a collar as well, not too dissimilar from what he had asked for and imagined for himself. 

Unable to resist, he stopped and pointed at the sketch. "Someone else is joining the Hunted as well?" 

Fëanáro looked up to meet his inquisitive gaze, and his eyes sparkled with the same sort of mischief Carnistir would normally see in Tyelkormo and the Ambarussar. 

"That one is for me," he said, lips twitching as if he had to suppress a bout of laughter when he saw his son's shocked expression. 

Carnistir left the forge without another word, his cheeks flushing bright red. He needed a moment to process what he had just learned, only to decide that he neither needed nor wanted to know the implications of Fëanáro's words regarding his parents' relationship.

Well, he thought to himself, if I was wrong about Father, maybe I was wrong about Turukáno as well and he may hunt me after all. 

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It comes in Threes

✍ Prompt: Throuple + veni vidi vici | Arien/Eönwë/Melkor x Mairon ✍ Synopsis: On Almaren, Mairon finds various lovers; in his hubris, he wants them all. ✍ Warnings: Mairon is a little shit ✍ Triple drabble ✍ SWG archive

The first time Mairon acquires a lover, it is purely by happenstance. 

It is Arien who seeks him out, who comes to him when he is by himself and makes the effort to get to know him. 

He is the only fire spirit left beside her, and she desperately craves a companion who understands her, Mairon knows. But he too grows fond of her — her grace, her pride, her temper, her nature that is so similar to his own. 

And it's a comfortable position to be in, to be sought after by one of Almaren's most admired and desirable Maiar.

Eönwë has been watching them, both him and Arien. Mairon has long since seen his longing glances and observed his attempts to be near either of them, visiting Vána's meadows and Aulë's forges to talk to them under some pretence. 

His attention, too, is flattering, much like Arien's, as he's the chief of the Maiar and renowned for his strength in battle. 

Arien thinks of him as a cute little toy. Mairon agrees. They decide together that they want him. 

Eönwë is overjoyed when they embrace him, having expected rejection; yet now he's a part of the love he desired. 

Melkor has little consideration for Mairon's Maiarin lovers and thinks himself the victor of any competition before it has even begun. 

At first Mairon is irate and rejects him, but later he begrudgingly sees a strange wisdom in his stance. For would he not be a fool to trade a Vala for a few Maiar, lovers he so easily acquired no less? 

To become Melkor's would be effortless, Mairon thinks, but to claim him on his own terms would be a challenge. 

The willful Vala has his own plans, but in his hubris, he wants him for his collection still. 

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I'll be on semi-hiatus for a little while to see to real life stuff and to work on something new. I'll still be here sporadically, especially to check on @feast-of-horns and I'll be more than happy to answer asks. Requests, however, are closed.

#this is not a goodby but a see you later

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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

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It's the Eye of Sauron, it's the thrill of the fight

Rising up to the challenge of our rivals (gondor and thieving hobbitses)

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I am speechless.

My post about hateful AO3 spam comment bots is barely 2 days old and then I find this in my inbox.

I'm pretty sure this too is a bot, but just in case there's any sort of human being involved in this: I am not interested and do not consent to any of my works being made into NFTs or, while I'm at it, fed into shitty AIs or anything of this sort. If any of you use my works for such purposes, you are doing so against my explicit wishes and without my consent that you need in order for it to be legal. You have been warned.

To my fellow fan creators: Do not respond to such messages. Report, block, delete.

NFTs have been a complete and utter failure, and many people have lost tons of money - a truth that even the most deluded optimistic NFT fans have had to accept. If you need further information on this, I recommend this video by Folding Ideas on YouTube.

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Oh Eönwë 🥺

It comes in Threes

✍ Prompt: Various virtues + evil | Eönwë ✍ Synopsis: Eönwë struggles with his nature and purpose. ✍ Warnings: / ✍ Triple drabble ✍ SWG archive

Eönwë had been fearing the ever-creeping touch of corruption for his entire life. 

His lord, in his wisdom and kindness, attempted to teach him how to stay in the One's good graces. 

First were the virtues. 

Faith in the Allfather must be absolute. Only He possesses supreme power and authority, and no matter which ranks and prestige we hold, we all serve and bow to Him.

Charity is what the Ainur were made for. We create for others, not for our own vain glory. We provide for others, never take for ourselves. We were made to not need what should belong to the Children. 

Hope must never be lost. We must never falter in our purpose and see to the completion of the designs of the One above all else, be it our own ambition or despair. He taught us that even from great evil good may, through His grace and mercy, eventually come. 

Eönwë wanted nothing more than to do exactly as Manwë had advised, but he had secret doubts. If his true purpose was battle, as he felt deep down, then how was he to serve a kingdom of peace? Was it cruel of his creator to shape him as a warrior only to ask him to deny his nature? 

Good thoughts, good words, good deeds. Such was another advice Eönwë had been given when he had asked for direction, and he clung to it like a lifeline. If he couldn't be a perfect, maybe he could at least be decent. 

In Valinor, it was easy. In Middle-earth, land of war and death, it was not. Even in the heat of battle, protecting himself and others, Eönwë wondered if killing could ever be good. 

He had to, in the end. But the guilt and grief never left him. 

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#other people's amazing writing #eönwë #maiar #ainur #triple drabble #silmarillion #swg challenge

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young artist posting your work online, heed my warning. im holding your face so gently in my hands, you have to stop caring about numbers right now and start caring about making the weirdest and most self-indulgent art you possibly can

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probably been done before but i made this!

#me with finrod #and fingolfin #🤭🤭🤭