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Silm Phrase Prompt List

Send me a🧝‍♀️character or 🧑🏾‍🤝‍🧑🏻relationship (any type) and/or 🌄 place + one of these phrases from the Silmarillion and I'll write a ficlet.

violence of its voice

you are too late

shadows of things that were yet to be

the clinging mists

without wish or purpose

poured forth their joy in music and song

could not escape and would not yield

the shadows grew long in the forest

the pitiless land

green things even among the pits and broken rocks

because he is the son of his father

enduring grief and anger in silence

the constraint of their kinship

wandering free in the woodlands

feign love

this is held true by the wise

seeth all things crooked

remember who and what thou art

the years lengthen ever more sorrowful

ere deeds were done that could not be undone

unlearn in bitterness

you still I love

it chanced at a time of evening

choked with weeds and slime

seeking the unknown

old and forgotten

they dared not, for shame

a people apart

shadows of madness and despair

forsaking the past

desperate valour

drained to the dregs the cup of woe

joyful labours

weary and content

a rumour and a distant name

cumbrous and unlovely

#silm prompts #prompts #No inspiration #no guarantees I’ll ever finish anything #I’m full of promises

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my one skill is expertly manipulating the shape of the eggs I’m cooking so that they fit perfectly onto my toast every time

#This is witchcraft

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big brother tyelko and ambarussa + sleeping huan 🐶🌾

#feanorians #celegorm #ambarussa #amrod #amras #huan

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realized the @blumineck pose was perfect for celegorm so here he is!

#Celegorm would give zero fucks about pole dancing #He’d do it as a party trick while makes wildly improbable shots with his bow

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This is so delayed, but @dalliansss mentioned me in WIP Whatever and @melestasflight tagged me in Throwback Thursday. I saw your tags and then just kind of went about my day.

So here is my contribution. It was started for Kinktober and never finished. It’s dark and nobody is going to have a good time, except maybe Melkor.

Maeglin cursed as he was hauled before the Dark Throne, fighting hopelessly against iron cuffs around his wrists and ankles. He tried to plant his feet, to pull his captors off-balance, but the two orcs holding the end of his chains were undeterred and Maeglin earned a gauntlet to the ribs for his defiance. Even as he fought, he knew the attempt was futile. He was exhausted, the last of his strength spent during an unsuccessful attempt to repel the orcish horde surrounding him and his miners and escape back beneath the safety of the Echoriad. 

Maeglin, Lord of the House of the Mole, was well and truly caught.

When they reached Nethermost Hall, the guards shoved him to the floor, chains clanking against the smooth, dark stone. They forced him to kneel before the Dark Lord as he lounged on his throne. He scowled up at the fallen Vala, who displayed an air of utter disinterest; one of his filthy booted feet sat propped up against the arm, the other flat on the marble floor.

The Vala grinned down at him. His teeth were filed to sharp points, or perhaps he simply crafted his fana into something that hideous; it was still a mockery of the elves, with delicately pointed ears and a fair face that belied his true nature. Only scarring along one cheekbone broke up the eerie beauty. His pale, grey skin gleamed in the bright light of the two jewels still affixed to his iron crown. It hurt Maeglin’s eyes to look at the gems even more than the sun shining on the white walls of Gondolin. Maeglin’s stomach churned at the sight of a savage gilded by the holy light of the Silmarils.

Morgoth leaned forward and smiled, the congenial expression grotesque on his scarred face. “Ah, my first guest in what seems like an Age. The last must have been…your grandfather. Welcome to the court of the Dark Lord, little Mole.”

I’m not going to tag anyone, but I am taking prompts to add to my collection of WIPs that I may or may not ever finish.

#current wips #silm fic #silm fandom #maeglin #morgoth #melkor #angband

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Perspective

AO3

 “Why don’t you go ahead and cut it, Nelyafinwë?” Grandfather gestured to the little almond cake he had set on the kitchen island. He had brought it back from Valmar, which made it a relative treat; it was unlike the many other sweets they often had at beck and call. Father rarely had cause to be up in Valmar unless he was lecturing, and he did not usually bring the children along when he did, nor was he one for showering them with gifts unnecessarily.

Maedhros took the knife, with Maglor watching intently (as much as he could when he could barely see the surface of the counter from his height), and cut the cake less 50/50 and more 75/25. He set the knife down and looked satisfied.

“Why have you chosen to cut it this way?” Finwë asked patiently.

Anticipating this question, Maedhros clasped his hands behind his back and answered smartly, “I am bigger than Kanafinwë. I should have a bigger piece. I have made them proportional.” The small smile on his face was nothing if not smug.

“Interesting logic,” said Finwë, nodding. He looked to Maglor, who was scowling, screwing his round little face up in preparation to start bawling, something sure to ruin the morning of everyone within earshot—which was to say the entire house. “Kanafinwë, why don’t you choose your half first?”

Maglor, ecstatic at this unexpected change of fortune, promptly swiped the much larger piece of cake and danced out of Maedhros’ reach, stuffing a massive bite of it into his mouth at once. He grinned around his full cheeks at Maedhros, who had a moment of shock, which was quickly overcome with chagrin. Ruefully, he picked up his much smaller piece of cake.

“You didn’t say you were going to do it that way, Grandfather,” he said, his voice bordering on sullen.

“Would you have cut it differently if I had?” Finwë asked. “Closer to even, perhaps?” Maedhros’ expression descended into sulking as he realized he had played exactly into Finwë’s game. “Perhaps next time you will consider things from another perspective,” Finwë suggested. Then his expression grew more serious. “As your father’s heir, and a chief representative of this house and of the Noldor, you must act always with fairness and equanimity,” he said. “Even where you desire to obtain for yourself preferential treatment. Kanafinwë is your brother, and inclined, I imagine, to forgive you the occasional bout of selfishness. But others will be less so inclined.”

Maedhros frowned and nibbled at his piece of cake. Maglor, checking first to make sure Grandfather was watching him, broke off a miniscule piece of his own and held it up with crumby fingers.

“Do you want some of mine, Nelyo?” he asked, sweet as sugar, the darling model of a generous Noldorin prince. Maedhros sighed and shook his head.

“No,” he said in a long-suffering voice, “it’s yours.”

Maglor did not offer twice, but skipped out, trailing crumbs across the hallway floor and trying to hum with his mouth full, which did not much improve the situation. Grandfather squeezed Maedhros’ shoulder on their way out of the kitchen and Maedhros sighed again.

“It seems there are a great many lessons for a prince to learn,” he remarked to Grandfather, who smiled.

“Indeed there are,” he said. “But for one thing you should be grateful, Nelyafinwë.”

“What is that, Grandfather?”

“This lesson came with cake!” And Maedhros could not argue much with that.

#finwe #Good king finwe

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#Hands down #gypsy #stevie singing on AHS was just 🤯

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#Celegorm would show up to Nargothrond with tits out

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Dweller of Nan Elmoth

Eöl

#Eol #nan elmoth #dark elf #Avari

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haleth and caranthir

#caranthir #haleth

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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for

#For real 😂

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Míriel Þerindë, mother of Feanor

@argonapricot this is for you!! thank you for the prompt. I had only drawn a quick bust of Miriel before, so this was fun! Also for the first time, in the history of this blog, i have drawn a portrait of an elf of the House of Finwe in a palette other than black and gold. 

- miriel was born on the long march west to Valinor, and restlessness is her bones. The only thing that can make her sit still of any amount of time was her embroidery, but even then she would work incredibly fast.

- She never quite understood what was so special about the light of the two trees, or why the Eldar had to go to Valinor. 

- She had no interest in anything to do with being Queen. She found the palace at Tirion upon Tuna to be confining and restrictive.

- Indis was her best, and closest of friends. 

#miriel serinde

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redraw time again

#feanorians

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sketching Tyelko

#celegorm #tyelkormo #turkofinwe

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Best Wishes

I want to say a prayer for our child I hope they grow big and strong and that they become skilled at their craft may they find love and be loved in return, and may they find friends wherever they go,

How about you? what do you wish for our baby?

Me? nothing really, …I just hope they always have at least one brother at their side.

They had so many hopes for their children, and in a way, all their wishes were fulfilled…

For @feanorianweek day 7: the whole family, the animated version.

#feanorians #Maedhros #Maglor #Celegorm #Caranthir #Curufin #Ambarussa

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