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Flowers in the elven language of Quenya! The etymologies for bluebell and pansies are actually fascinating but I will make a separate post for that!

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Day 2 (Traveling to Middle Earth | The Helcaraxë | Bonds Broken, Bonds Made) for @glorfindelweek !!

This is so so headcanon heavy but tl;dr I like to headcanon a) Idril as the equivalent of 10-12ish at the start of the Helcaraxë and Glorfindel being only a little older than her, b) Glorfindel as Idril's first cousin, on her mother's side, and c) them being more or less friendly before the Helcaraxë but growing very very close during the march!

They're just two kids watching out for each other when the adults are busy with important adult things

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AU where Sauron goes to Eonwe after the war and begs for pardon. Where Eonwe apologetically tells him that is something he cannot grant, and Sauron will need to go to Valinor. Where Sauron decides to Nope right out of there rather than face possible punishment for his actions. Where Sauron’s fear of the Valar is never overridden by his guilt to rebuild. Where even when his solitude grows too much for him, he is wholly unwilling to actually show his face in Eregion.

So.

A black cat with orange eyes slinks into Eregion in the middle of the night. No one sees it arrive, but it must be a furious hunter for the mice and the rats and the birds in Ost-in-Edhil all but vanish overnight.

The animals know he is not one of them. They flee before the flick of his tail, and the city is his.

It takes the elves some time to notice their visitor. The cat is strangely aloof and stalks along the tops of walls and the rooftops rather than roam the streets. It is never seen eating. Never seen sleeping. Never even seen grooming, despite how luxurious its coat remains. It is not merely quiet, but completely silent. It never truly interacts with the elves, and they are more than happy to ignore it until-

“Would you like to come in?”

The first words spoken to cat are soft, kind, and accompanied by an open door. The heat radiating out from the forge is warm and comfortable and familiar, yet the cat merely stares from its perch upon a roof’s edge across the street. The snow swirls between the two of them, grey in the moonlight, and it is not the cat who blinks first.

“I’ll leave the door open for you,” Celebrimbor offers, leaning down to set a brick against the heavy door, propping it open. He returns to his work, humming softly as he does so.

If he notices the cat slink inside the forge a few minutes later, he does not comment.

If he notices the cat watching him work over the next few weeks, he does not say anything.

If he notices the cat drift closer and closer as the days pass until he could almost reach out to touch it, he gives no indication.

Until falls asleep there, as he often does when he is too busy with his work to return home.

He awakens to find the cat staring at him, a massive ruby between its teeth which it promptly drops in front of him as if it were a dead mouse before fleeing out the door. The next time he accidentally slumbers within the forges, its gift for him is an equally large sapphire, the following the next by some beautiful white adamant stone. Celebrimbor is left rightfully confused, though he supposes if pigs can hunt truffles why can’t cats hunt for gemstones?

The nickname Celebrimbor gives the stray is well-earned. It is, after all, quite good at giving gifts.

AU where Annatar is a cat.

#silmarillion #sauron #mairon #annatar #celebrimbor #tolkien

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Of Arafinwë and mysteries of the house of Finwë.

Arafinwë, looking at Fëanáro hugging Maitamo : Tell your baby, that I'm your baby.

#finarfin #fëanor #tolkien

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beleg cúthalion for an art trade with the wonderful @meluiloth. i’ve been meaning to draw him for a long time, so thank you for giving me the opportunity! i hope you enjoy! 🤍

#tolkien #silmarillion

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This is how I imagine Nerdanel, the wife of Fëanor, mother to seven sons, known as the wise, the strong, and free of mind. She was an artist, a sculptor, whose sculptures seemed so lifelike they fooled those unfamiliar with her work to be real. I imagine Fëanor falling in love with her as a fellow spirited creator, for the soul and beauty she put in her work.

In the end, however, they grew estranged from one another the more extreme Fëanor became. His actions deeply grieved her, ans when Fëanor left for Middle Earth she begged him not to take their youngest sons with him, but he scolded her, saying that if she did not follow him, she was an "untrue wife for deserting her husband and children."

She did not go. She lost all her seven sons in Middle Earth.

#tolkien #silmarillion

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Spent a whole week doing drawings for the #Feanorianweek on twitter. This is Maedhros and Celegorm.

Here is the whole thread here.

Scans will be posted on my Patreon. Photos murder colors and proportions (look me up as milosflaca in Patreon).

Please do not repost my work.

#feanorian #silmarillion #tolkien

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Feanorian Sibling Shenanigans Short Fic

Maglor’s eyes were shiny with tears though they were truly more due to his appreciation for how romantic a story his brother’s torment made than sympathy towards him.

This was proven when even as he leaned forward, his entire upper body now precariously dangling off the side of the bed to reach where Caranthir was nestled on the rug in about seven separate shawls and furs, and cupped his brother’s face in his hands he expounded, with rather too much joy, how moving he found it.

‘Oh Moryo, that’s so beautiful, the tragic unrequited love of an elven lord for a mortal woman, the thematic parallels with the doomed nature of-’

Caranthir looked as if he was about to explode of mortification and rage both, his face flushed bright red as he bit out a retort at his still cooing brother, ‘Maglor if you write a song about this I will strangle you in your sleep.’

Maglor held his hand to his heart and widened his eyes with melodramatic innocence. ‘I would never!

Maedhros interjected dryly with a raised eyebrow and weary expression while holding Maglor’s feet to avoid him accidentally pitching forward and tumbling head first on to the ground, ‘Oh you’d never write and circulate a ballad about one of your brother’s personal lives wouldn’t you Makalaure?’

Maglor quickly replied, ‘No one knows that song was about you and Fingon. I didn’t name any names.’ Maglor had nonetheless known exactly what ballad had been referred to without hesitation.

Curufin scoffed, elbowing Celegorm in the stomach so he could detangle himself enough to face them. ‘The edain know that song was about Maedhros and Fingon.’

This prompted a cacophony of inputs into how completely and utterly blatant that particular piece of lyrical genius had been about who it alluded to and how completely and utterly blatant the two lords in question were without any assistance whatsoever.

‘You know I mentioned your name in dealings with some of the men in Hithlum and their first response was to ask if you were his wife or husband because it didn’t seem polite to ask-’

‘I think we shouldn’t just let Maglor off the hook so easily, yes he wasn’t really revealing anything everyone didn’t already know about but I think some of those innuendoes lacked taste even by his standards-’

‘Thank you Curufin! Finally someone on my side here!’ Maedhros stilled for a moment and frowned, meeting Curufin’s eyes who had an almost identical look of complete confusion on his face.

‘Well those are words I never fought I’d say in such close succession.’

Curufin wrinkled his nose as if rethinking all his life choices up until that point.

Maglor exclaimed something off his usual script about how no one appreciated the true art of music in this family leading Celegorm to finally shove him on to the rug. He tumbled off with an almighty screech as Amrod and Amras cheered Celegorm on through fits of giggles. Things only escalated from there.

#silmarillion #tolkien #maedhros #caranthir #celegorm #curufin #maglor #russingon #halenthir #amrod

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Maedhros: Tyelko, what do you have in your mouth?

Celegorm: Nothing

Maedhros: Give it.

Celegorm: *Spits out a whole egg*

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late night Arien doodle

#tolkien #arien

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pathetic tuna fish man

#melkor #morgoth #mer!kor #tolkien

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#maglor #tolkien #silmarillion

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🏵️@glorfindelweek Day 2: The Helcaraxë/Bonds Made🏵️

Glorfindel and Ecthelion crossing the Grinding Ice together and forming a bond for life

#tolkien #ecthelion #glorfindel

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Celebimbo ❤️😏

"Oh, my darling, I can't find the words to say You scare the shit out of me every day With blushing cheeks and eyes so circle wide How divine I find that something's changing in my tone And all I want to do is run back home To you, it's you…"

-Jazmin Bean / Terrified ❤️

ANNATAR & CELEBRIMBOR 💔

I was able to draw a little thing today!!!! Can't wait to do more!!! Who'd like to grab Celebrimbors himb0 b00bs too 😁??

#mairon #silmarillion #sauron #celebrimbor #tolkien

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Glorfindel, wearing silk trousers: How does this look?

Erestor: Like it slips on and off rather easily.

Glorfindel:

Erestor: Wait, I didn't mean it like that—

Elrond: We know what you meant.

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old gil galad (ft cirdan) pieces

#gil galad #cirdan #tolkien

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#Boromir #tolkien