#Celebrimbor is going to have such a fun night

[meadowlarkx]

Some March fic recs!

For Tolkien Fanfic Reading Month! Limiting myself to stories I read in March (but posted anytime). (header by Anna Zakharova on Unsplash)

picnic by @swanmaids - A bored and reckless Aredhel goes to Vána's orchards seeking adventure and has an experience. This lush and sexy fic feels like a warm summer afternoon. I love how seductive and eerie Vána is here!

Kiss and Marry by @thecoolblackwaves - Have you ever looked at Celegorm and Curufin and thought, "They should be the stars of a romcom"? No? This fic is here to reveal that wonder to you.

弄假成真 by Divano_Messiah - Maglor has been telling people at school that he has a boyfriend. Maedhros is jealous until he learns who it is. (I admit I read this via google translate, you can too...)

Envy by @polutrope - In Tirion, Maglor and Elemmírë struggle to handle each other's reputations with equanimity. The people around them try to respond. This fic is so funny and sweet--I love this take on Elemmírë and Fëanor's guest appearance is hilariously him.

Youthful Regrets by kitkatkaylie - Turgon and Maglor fall in love in Valinor before Turgon's engagement to Elenwë. I really like the personality contrasts of this ship, with Turgon opening up to Maglor, and how this story sketches out their relationship through the whole arc of Silm to its bitter separation.

I risk my life to make my name by @maironsbigboobs - The brave knight Galadriel goes on a journey to meet the Green Woman Melian and her fate, ft. adventures along the way. I love how Tolkien is blended with Arthurian conventions here--it works so well and brings out the myth vibes of Silm that I love so much!

Strange Currencies chapter 12 by @jouissants - This is such a beautifully-crafted tale in every regard, but I want to especially mention this flashback chapter I read in March, covering Maedhros' and Maglor's voyage on the swan ships up to just before Fëanor's death. The horror of the Fëanorian Noldor arriving in the dark with their distrust, inflated ego, and total lack of knowledge of Middle-earth comes through here so, so vividly--this part can be read by itself, go check it out!!

Oubliette by Stramonium - Horrifying and so vividly written scene of Maedhros in Angband, isolation, and monstrosity. Poetic and awful, I can't do it justice in summarizing it.

arrangement for flute and harp by @jouissants - Maedhros is determined to work late, so Maglor and Fingon decide to entertain each other. The Himring atmosphere and incredible character dynamics make this also really sexy smut such a wonderful story.

whatever you would crave by @eight-pointed-star - Sooo sexy ficlet in which Fingon and Maedhros attend to Maglor's Needs. Short but immensely powerful.

scherzo for ink and parchment by @dovewifes - Charming and comedic missives exchanged between Maedhros and Maglor during the Long Peace, ft. romantic endearments and the invention of emojis. Maedhros' so-apparent love for Maglor is something I especially cherish about this fun fic.

Star-kissed by @aipilosse - Celeborn of Doriath rescues recently-of-Gondolin (and silver-haired!) Celebrimbor from a predicament in Nan Dungortheb. Incredibly clever, funny, and hot!

Purification by @zealouswerewolfcollector - Thingol is curious about Maedhros: throne sex ensues. A favorite ship of mine in a flavor I'd never considered. Incredibly intense and super well-written.

Comfort from a Heavy Hand by @undercat-overdog - After the Bragollach, Mablung tends to an injured Beleg, and they seek comfort together. The wreckage and destruction of the battle feels so vivid in this one, and the dynamic of Beleg/Mablung as past teacher and student (and current battle companions) is wonderful.

Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow by @welcomingdisaster - A brilliant installment in an ongoing Children of Húrin AU series that has the most beautiful, unsettling, and dreamlike atmosphere. In this fic Maedhros teaches "Cáno" about pleasure in preparation for their marriage bed. Catnip to me personally!!

Proxy by @aipilosse - Celebrimbor comes to reproach Celegorm in Nargothrond after Finrod's departure. They fuck. Gender, tension, messy and complicated emotional dynamics all around. The dirty talk is so so good.

Star of the Nevrast Shore by joanofarcstan - Silmarillion filk of one of my favorite folk songs! What more is there to say!! A sweet tale of Gondolin told from Voronwë's point of view, recounting the love between him, Tuor (the star of the Nevrast shore), Idril, and Maeglin.

A Light Burns in the Forest by fictional_hr_department - Thranduil and Oropher escape Menegroth with child Elwing. The title and art by @lycheesodas give me chills and the atmosphere of the fic as they make their disorienting journey to Sirion really brings to life the terrible aftermath of the second kinslaying.

By Your Side by HiyoriTomioka - fem!Eärendil and Elwing support each other in this ficlet... such a good vision of this ship, and the way Eärendil thinks about Tuor and Idril here with longing uncertainty makes me think of a trans!Eärendil even though that is not explicit.

Something Sleepless in Mirkwood by @imakemywings - Thranduil sickens as the Greenwood does. Elrond tries to heal him, but can't understand at first what's happening. Brilliant and canon-compliant (To Me) wry, proud, and eerie woodland king Thranduil--go give this a read!

A boat, my boat, out upon the River by Tethys_resort - Sméagol is trying to craft his own boat to take fishing. His family keeps getting in the way. This sweet fic paints such an idyllic picture of proto-Hobbit life and made me really feel the tragedy of Gollum.

The Fortress by TheLegendCreator - Brief and haunting fic in which a Dwarf visits the ruins of Himring and they have a conversation. I love the view this offers of Maedhros and the fierce loyalty Himring and its folk had for him.

one whole with my other by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor - Indis' marriage to Finwë is transferred to bind her instead to reembodied Míriel. This turns out to be a good thing. An incredibly touching, beautifully wrought and worldbuilt story. I just love it so much.

The Number One Exercise for Relieving Work-Related Stress (Click to Find Out!) by @imakemywings - Date night in Mirkwood. Maglor (Noldorin princess, ex-kinslayer) adorns herself for the benefit of Thranduil (the Elvenqueen)--or that's her plan, anyway. This story is so sexy, so funny, and honestly so touching. I just adore this ship as a happy ending for Maglor and their relationship is gorgeously fleshed out here.

Cousin, Sister, Lover, Queen by broken_pencils - Lesbian Éowyn discovers desire... through Éomer's betrothed Lothíriel. Lothíriel is a stealth fav for me from the Éomer fics I used to read as a kid and I really enjoyed her here, and the lush atmosphere of this story.

His Return by @danmeiljie - Beautiful, tender scene of Maedhros and Maglor reuniting as per @tari-cua's art. Such lovely descriptions in this one and so cozy.

#did i try to put these in like silm plot chronological order? Just a little bit #tolkien fanfic reading month #silmarillion fic #my posts #I read chaotically and then sort of fell off the map as life became crazy. but i wanted to highlight these fics i enjoyed!!

[doodle-pops]

Hi Mina,

Can I ask what the Feanorians think of overstimulation and overstimulating their S/O?

Thank you!!!

a/n: I did all the elves for this one since I always had the reaction written for all.

Overstimulation – the kink that makes them run wild with their punishments and is a heavy part of your punishments. Some like to go overboard and love to see you tear up at the pleasure they’re providing, others use it to see how many times you can cum in one night, and the rest takes it and deliver it to you on a silver platter as their trump card. A lot of times you’d be tied to the headboard with rope or a scarf, ensuring that your legs are widely spread before having fun. The devilish smirk that plasters their faces as they’re fingering you or going down on you or fucking you until it makes your head spin. You can’t even fight back because they have you tied down, so what’s left to do is lie there and take it. Their mouth loves to be attached to your skin nipping and biting or sucking to provide that extra stimulation. By the end of the night, you’ve surely cum over five maybe six times and almost passed out.

“You’ve set a new record love, six times tonight, next time let’s go for seven. Don’t run from it love, all that talk you were mouthing earlier, I want to hear you scream. You look so beautiful crying while taking my cock, is it too much baby. It’s okay, just cum for me one more time, yea. That’s it, baby, that’s it, so good for me. Cum for me.” You have passed out before during the punishments, when it isn’t punishments, they’d ease up.

FEANOR, MAEDHROS, MAGLOR, CELEGORM, CURUFIN, Celebrimbor, FINGOLFIN, FINGON, TURGON, Argon, Finarfin, Finrod, Angrod, GLORFINDEL, ECTHELION, EGALMOTH, BELEG, THINGOL, ELLADAN

#reactions #silm smut #elladan x reader #beleg x reader #ecthelion x reader #angrod x reader #finarfin x reader #turgon x reader #fingolfin x reader #curufin x reader #maglor x reader #feanor x reader #silmarillion imagine #thingol x reader #egalmoth x reader #doodlepops responds

[swanmaids]

fic writer questions - thanks for the tags, @grey-gazania @curufiin and @thelordofgifs! Sorry that it took so long.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 51, though one is a compilation of unrelated short pieces.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 89,680

3. What fandoms do you write for? At present just Silm and Lotr, but I'm hoping to participate in Yuletide this year and thinking about The Handmaiden, Hustlers, Swan Lake, and The Wolf Den as potential fandoms to offer

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

spirited away (outsider pov legolas/gimli)

post mortem (clinical/epistolary post-second kinslaying)

it takes a village (5+1 SoF and celebrimbor)

the straight road (epistolary legolas/gimli)

the stones wept (orpheus and eurydice au legolas/gimli)

It seems like my most popular pieces are L/G or sons of Feanor. And they ARE fun to write about, so I'm not complaining!

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes. But sometimes it takes an embarrasingly long time. Because I suck.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? haven (everyone dies) sister sister (everyone dies) if our deed faileth (everyone dies) woe unto worlds end (everyone dies)

Sensing a theme.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? coastin' (Elwing gets her pussy ate by her sexy husband and has an orgasm)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Lol I'm not relevant enough for that.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes lol. I'm not sure what's meant by "what kind", but I've done F/F, M/M, F/M, F/M/M, M/F/F/F/F and a fairly big variety of kinks so like... most kinds?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, and I'm not a huge reader of them, although I long for a Silm/Succ crossover

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! The lovely @camille-lachenille translated see it fall, child of war into French. You can read it here.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No. I write very slowly and erratically, which I don't think would be fair to any potential cowriter.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Legolas/Gimli is a long term otp and one couple where I really can't see either side with anyone else (if they want to invite Aragorn or Eomer to join for a night I'm not opposed). Elwing and Earendil is another couple that I feel the same about (and I'm also defensive of them as a couple and genuinely see them as an example of some of Tolkien's most romantic writing). I also really like Celegorm/Orome for being basically perfect for my id.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Eeeh. I'm really trying not to officially throw in the towel on any of my wips. It's just taking me a long time...

16. What are your writing strengths? Can I say smut? I think I'm quite good at setting, food, and clothing descriptions too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Any plot that's more complicated than "emotion in space" or "dick in hole". Also actually DOING the writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I used to do it much more than I currently do. Now I feel like it breaks the flow of the story.

19. First fandom you wrote for? LOTR.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I've said it before but I was really pleased with how one of your girls came out and have reread it a couple of times since publishing. Actually I think I got some writers block after publishing it because I feel like I can't surpass it lol.

This was fun to do! I'm very late to the party so I think most people have been tagged, but if anyone else wants to do it then please go ahead and say I tagged you.

#tag game

[youareunbearable]

So I finally got my hands on a ps5 and the first thing I did with it was play my ps4 copy of Shadow of Mordor (as one does) and maaaaannnn im thrown back into how much I love and adore Talion and Celebrimbor but not as this angsty game canon "forced to be together and betray each other" but in a "God wouldn't it be fun if fanon celebrimbor just went off about how much he loves Dwarves and crafting and Talion is being haunted by a loveable and brilliant yet socially naive ages old Elf who is burdened by Elf made horrors beyond comprehension?"

Talion asks about Celebrimbor's skills with a bow and he goes off about his uncles Ambarussa and Celegorm, or asks about Eregion and ruling and he gets tales of Maedhros and Caranthir, maybe Talion has trouble sleeping one night and Celebrimbor sings him a song he learned from his uncle Maglor.

He tells tales of his Dwarven husband Narvi, of his mother who died when Eregion fell, of the young Elven girl he adopted with Narvi as a babe, who kept him going after his husband's passing, and never got to grow up. He learns about cousins and uncles and aunts and grandparents who should by all accounts are important figures of history but Talion only knows of them as Uncle Finarfin that got bit by a swan, or cousin Fingon who once climbed a tree to help Celebrimbor get down and broke a tree branch on his way down and ended up breaking a wrist protecting the young Elf.

For that is all either of them have, just stories to tell of people they have loved and who have moved on without them, by no fault of their own. They are each other's company during such horrible times, and they both care for the other deeply.

When the Age of Elves is at an end and the Shadow is banished, I believe they deserve a kinder ending, one with one last journey together, and being able to visit the White City one last time, maybe having a glimpse of the New King. Maybe They keep walking, passing through the Gap of Rohan and walking into the Land of Holly. Celebrimbor could tell a few more tales, maybe even one of the father he never speaks of. They sit in the ruins of an old castle, one that feels like home to both, and together they pass over to The Halls and whatever the Gift of Men has in store for Talion. A red dawn can kiss the cheek of the body they both inhabited as they leave.

#Celebrimbor #talion #Silmarillion #lotr #shadow of mordor #love this game but man i wish Celebrimbor was Not Like That #i would enjoy it more if it wasnt my Blorbo being turned into an ashole tbh Still Really Fun tho!!

[arlenianchronicles]

Hi I am very interested your dark!Mae AU.I feel sorry for Maedros and twin, especially how much crap Maedros had to go through. But I have some questions, don't have to answer them all. 1) So in this Au Melkor wins and takes over the whole of Middle-earth.But what about the other Valar? Have they left Arda or are they still Aman. if they are, why don't they do anything. Or are all of them trapped in the Door of Night? 2) What happened to celebrimbor or galadriel, are they still alive.How did

Hello, anon! I'm happy to answer your questions as best as I can! (and I think one of your questions got cut off at the end there; feel free to send it in another ask if you want!)

About the Valar, that's something that I haven't really thought about yet ^^;; So allow me to brainstorm on the spot! XDD I think they would've attempted to fight Morgoth once they lost the War of Wrath, but the problem is that they would've likely destroyed Arda in the process, or at least damaged it badly (like with the Battle of the Powers at the beginning of the Silm) -- and any Elf/human/Dwarf allies still standing would be caught in the onslaught. I believe that's one of the main reasons why the Valar never directly fought with Morgoth throughout the Silm (aside from the Battle I mentioned) because the resulting war would just be destructive and devastating.

From what I understand, the Valar (and Maiar) cannot leave Arda until the end of the world. Their power is contained and bound to the world, hence their title of Powers. That being said, some of them could've fallen during this second war with Morgoth, and maybe others were thrown through the Door of Night! I can definitely see Morgoth doing that, while keeping a few as his prized prisoners for different reasons (like Manwe, Varda, Arien, etc.)

As for the Valar and Maiar who survive the war, I think they'd join up with the surviving Children and bring them far East to a place that's not yet completely under Morgoth's control, and hold off his forces from there. They'd likely form a rebellion of sorts, but since Middle-earth is almost entirely overrun, it would likely take a while to plan and sort out everything, and ensure the safety of survivors -- kinda like in The Last of Us, where Jacksonville is a self-sufficient town of survivors, walled off like a fortress against the infected and other human groups that might try to harm them.

And this leads to your second question! I think Galadriel and Celebrimbor, along with their respective Elf groups, would've been forced to separate from the other allies and retreat after the War of Wrath. They'd be hunted down by Morgoth's forces, but once the Valar decide to get directly involved, their Maiar would bring the remaining Elves/Men/Dwarves far away to a safer spot. But they wouldn't be able to gather everybody due to how much Morgoth's forces have scattered them, and there isn't much time to scrounge up everybody when the Valar are gearing up for a second big battle.

So Galadriel and Celebrimbor are likely still alive when the twins arrive in the Second Age! As for whether the twins hear anything about them, or if the survivors will launch some attack, I'm not sure yet ^^;;

Thanks for sending me your questions, anon! It really pushes me to develop the AU further (and brainstorming on the fly is lots of fun, too! XDDD)

#asks #anon asks #tolkien #silmarillion #au #dark maedhros #elrond #elros #valar #maiar #galadriel #celebrimbor #maedhros

[stealthily--nobody]

Late Nights and Later Revelations

Summary: Celegorm catches Curufin sneaking out of the house one night. The reason is not at all what he expected it would be.

written for day 4: Secrets

Also on AO3

A/N: I lost track of time and am a day late, oops! @candcweek thank you so much for creating the event. I had a lot of fun participating.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The question was hissed into the darkness as a single candle flickered, painting silver hair a reddish-orange colour. Both the tone and the coloured hair were reminiscent of another elder brother who had once done the same thing. 

But this bother had none of Maedhros’s ability to command respect nor did Curufin particularly respect him, “It’s none of your business.” 

“You made it my business by sneaking out so late at night after agreeing to a curfew,” Celegorm protested as he set the candle down to cross his arms. “You would break Arafinwe’s confidence and goodwill, for what?” 

Ah, yes, the curfew. Curufin had agreed to it with the clear expectation between him and Arafinwe that he would not be expressly held to it. It was to placate the ruckus that broke out upon his release from Mandos. Celegorm had avoided all these restrictions by willingly placing himself under the eyes of a Vala. Because who didn’t trust the Valar?

“It’s fine. No one would find out anyway,” Curufin tried again, but Celegorm was in an aggravated mood as he stormed forward and grabbed Curufin’s wrist. 

“And if you were to be caught? That would be the end of all your plans. Who would trust a feanorian again, if you cannot follow such a simple rule,” Celegorm grounded out. 

His words irritated Curufin. He would never do anything to jeopardize his carefully laid-out plan. Celebrimbor took top priority over anything, even his own life. “Take that back! I would never.” 

“Really? Who’s going to trust allow the feanorians to return to their homes if their leader cannot even keep himself from wandering the streets at night after you explicitly promised not to? Who will trust the feanorians with their tools and crafts again if their leader is willing to blatantly go against their king’s commands?” Celegorm pressed before adding more softly, “You forget, little brother, that this is a test. Arafinwe and Findarato are watching you. If you do anything, at the very least Findarato will pounce. He never liked us much even before Nargothrond.” 

It was childish, but all Curufin could think was that Finrod would hardly play whistleblower, not if he wanted to keep his own actions in the dark (most would not take kindly to Finrod’s rendezvous with a son of Feanor and maybe even overlook the fact that Curufin was breaking the curfew to do so). However, more importantly, “You think I would endanger my son’s return for anything? The forests of your youth must have dulled your mind and stumped you stupid.” 

“Then explain this to me!” Celegorm cried as his hands moved upwards to clutch at his collar, “Speak plainly, Curufin. What is so important that you must creep around like a thief?”

Curufin turned his head, quite done with the conversation and tired of justifying his actions to his brother. However, he forgot that Celegorm’s hands were wrapped around his collar. As he moved, his collar shifted, revealing the carefully hidden bite marks underneath. 

“Curvo,” Celegorm gasped as Curufin jerked away from his brother and carefully redid his robes. “What is this? It cannot be Telptalote. She would never take you back. Who?” 

“As I said,” Curufin found it hard to keep his voice level as Celegorm’s biting and far too seeing gaze pierced through the thin material and continued to glare daggers at the hidden marks. “It is none of your concern.” 

“You’re my little brother!” Celegorm’s tone increased by at least 0.5 decibels as he screeched, “Who has the audacity to put their hands - or should I say teeth - on you! Is this some sort of favour thing? Are you selling your body to push the legislation forward faster? Tell me who made you do such a thing and I swear I will stop it, damn all consequences!” 

Curufin allowed Celegorm his little rant before saying, rather quietly, “Do you have so little faith in me, brother, that it did not occur to you that this may be a mutual desire?” 

“Mutual?” Celegorm gasped as his brain processed Curufin’s words, “Besides Telptalote, there is no one on these shores you would sleep with except-” 

“Exactly,” Curufin cut Celegorm off before his brother reached the only possible conclusion. Much better to admit it himself than have Celegorm rub it in his face, “I am sleeping with Findarato. Now, if you have no other questions -” 

This time Celegorm was the one to cut him off as he spun Curufin around to spit, “What are you thinking, Curufinwe?” 

Curufin raised a single sardonic eyebrow. “Why, I suspect I am thinking something not so dissimilar to you when you returned to Orome.” 

“But Findarato?” Celegorm agonized, “He could ruin you and all your plans.” 

“But he will not,” Curufin told his bother, firm in this one thing. Finrod may be many things, but cruel he was not - that was Curufin’s role. Finrod understood and was friends with the people Curufin was trying to save. 

“Still,” Celegorm’s words trailed off, “Why did you not tell me? Why are you keeping secrets from me?” 

Celegorm’s words were appropriately devastated sounding that Curufin felt something prickly in his chest that may be his long forgotten conscience. He had forgotten how sensitive Celegorm could be when he thought Curufin had cheated him out of something. He’d forgotten that to Celegorm truth was loyalty and he would be loyal to Curufin so long as Curufin was truthful to him. 

“I simply saw no reason to inform you of something so inconsequential,” Curufin started but quickly changed his tune when Celegorm only glowered. He felt all of 3 decades again and his brother was catching him up past his bedtime. “I didn’t think you would approve.” 

“Of course, I don’t approve!” Celegorm snapped, “Nor do I understand. This is Ingoldo. He’s as slippery as a fish doused in oil. He’ll betray you the moment he’s done with you.” 

“He didn’t before!” Curufin couldn’t believe he was defending Finrod from Celegorm. How little time was the conversation reversed? 

“This may be an insensitive question,” Finrod had started one night after wrapping Curufin up in blankets and curling beside him. 

Curufin had scoffed, “Ask. I’ll answer but you may not like it.” 

“Why Celegorm?” Finrod’s voice was so quiet when not too long ago the room was filled with much louder exclamations. “Out of all your brothers, why bring Celegorm with you? Caranthir would have been a more useful ally in your quest, or Maedhros. Even the twins would endear people more to them than Celegorm.” 

“All my brothers should be freed,” Curufin started, his mind growing sluggish as fresh grief washed over the unhealed wound. “But Celegorm was the only one who would be unable to linger if left there.” 

“And you do not think he undermines your efforts simply being who he is?” Finrod’s words while hurtful had none of the usual condemnation that Curufin was long used to when accosted about his and Celegorm’s return. 

It was such an earnest question that Curufin could only laugh, “Do you not see, Ingoldo? If even Celegorm can earn forgiveness, what does that say about my other brothers and our people?” 

“He was going to,” Celegorm urged, his eyes dark, “We both knew it. That was why we were planning to overthrow him.” 

“Are we not capable of change?” Curufin argued even as the events and his actions started to click into piece more. Had Finrod meant to betray them and that was why Celegorm and he had staged the coup, or was it just their paranoia? “If we can be better people, why should we not extend that to Finrod?” 

“Why not?” Celegorm paused even as his body remained in continuous motion. He paced and his hands gestured wildly. “This is Finrod. Golden boy, Finrod. Who wasn’t fooled by his nice guy act? Certainly not the Valar! Orome was so disappointed in me for hurting, in his words, the very polite prince.” 

Curufin caught Celegorm’s sarcasm and could only scowl. “I know what I’m doing. Anything that I tell him, I extract two-fold in return.” 

“Really? Because it certainly doesn’t sound like that was your only motive. Otherwise, you would have just told me.” Celegorm didn’t bother to hide his skepticism both in his words and his tone. 

“Do I have to tell you everything about my personal life? I certainly have no desire to hear about yours!” Curufin shot back. “I am not a child. I can make my own decisions about who I do and do not fuck!” 

Celegorm recoiled, his expression stricken even in the faint candlelight. “I did not think you felt so strongly about Finrod . Since when?” 

Curufin paled, but Celegorm’s question was so earnestly asked and Curufin valued Celegorm too highly not to admit just as quietly, “Since always.” 

“Oh Curvo,” Celegorm’s pacing brought him back to Curufin’s side and he slid an arm over Curufin’s shoulder. “Why did you never tell me?” 

It was the same question as before but the context was different. It was deeper. 

So deep that Curufin had no idea how to answer. He could only shrug. “We already had Nelyo and Fingon. We hardly needed my one-sided pining to further hurt Father.” 

Yes, that sounded right. Curufin was certain that he had always been infatuated with Finrod and it had only grown when they saw one another again in Nargothrond. Nargothrond had also been the first time he acted on that attraction. An attraction that Finrod somehow returned - not that Curufin thought it was all desire. Finrod was an airhead until he didn’t want to be. 

That’s what made him so fascinating. 

“That’s not how it works, Curvo!” Celegorm scolded even as his words were gentle, “Nelyo would have been thrilled.” Celegorm paused for a moment before appending, “After he got over his little brother having a love life.” 

Curufin had to stifle a giggle. Nelyafinwe had been flabbergasted when he found out Curufin had a son at the respectable age of 150 and had been happily married. How much more scandalized would he have been if Curufin admitted to liking Findarato when he was only 45? 

“It didn’t matter. I married Telptalote and I didn’t think about it.” Curufin murmured once he was sure no laughter would escape his lips if he opened his lips. 

“It didn’t matter until we’re back and Telptalote wants nothing to do with you and Findarato does,” Celegorm finished, flashing Curufin a look that made him roll his eyes. 

“I know what I’m doing,” Curufin insisted, “This won’t interfere with the plan.” 

“I hear you. I hear you, little brother,” Celegorm laughed. “If you’re happy, then I’m happy for you. Just remember to guard your heart. I promise you that if Finrod ends up breaking it, then I’ll break him and I don’t think your plan will hold up well after that.”

#curufin #celegorm #silmarillion #c+c week 2024 #curufinrod

[aiwe-the-little-bird]

Fic: For The Lovers

I jumped on the Celebrimbor/Elrond train thanks to @thesolarangel.😁🤍 This fic was supposed to be pure smut 🔥, but it ended up being mostly plot with some good smut at the end. I'm not mad about it though. It also ended up being twice as long as planned because I just can't NOT plot.

I hope you all enjoy this one! My first attempt at Brimby/Elrond so hopefully it's not horrible. 🌸 🌸

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Title: For The Lovers

Pairing: Celebrimbor/Elrond

Rating: 18+

Warning: SMUTTTT

“Why do you hide away up here, Elrond?” 

Elrond whips around to face the speaker, relaxing when he finds it is only Celebrimbor. 

“I am not hiding, my lord.” Elrond swipes a hand through his hair to try to make it look at least a tad presentable for the Elf-lord.

“No? Then why do you not mingle with the others? Dance? Sing?” Celebrimbor joins him upon the balcony, and the half-elf notices the bottle of wine and 2 glasses that he carries.

“It is a festival for lovers, my lord. I would be quite out of place down there.” Elrond places his hands upon the balcony that overlooked the gardens. Below them, upbeat music was being played and the elves danced merrily. Laughter and singing too could be heard throughout the gardens. 

“But there are others down there who have no mate or lover.” Celebrimbor raises an eyebrow at him.

“Yet their goal is to find one such being.”

“And yours is not?” The elf-lord asks quietly.

“I….I do not know my lord.”

Celebrimbor hums and looks back over the crowd of elves below them. It was a joyous sight, seeing so many of the citizens of Eregion dancing with joy and love.

“Even for only one night, would you not wish to spend the festivities with someone?” The older elf queries.

“I fear getting attached to someone who will only throw me aside come morning.” Elrond’s head drops in embarrassment. 

“You need not choose a lover then. There is no shame in being alone.”

“And what about you, Lord Celebrimbor? Why are you not down there with them?”

“For the very same reason, Elrond. I have no lover to share the merriment with.”

“Anyone would be happy to spend the night with you, my lord.” The younger elf says with a blush.

“There are very few I would allow so close. I do not wish to become the bragging rights of a nameless elf whose only goal is to be able to say they lured the lord of the city into their bed.” He scowls.

“I see.” 

“But it is a shame that you are hiding away, especially when you look so lovely this eve.” Celebrimbor smiles down at him.

Elrond blushes and shrugs. All of the elves had dressed simply for the evenings festivities, garbed only in garments of white. Elrond himself had donned a sleeveless tunic made of organza and high-waisted, silken trousers that hugged his hips.

“Nay, I do not….” He trails off, unsure of how to respond to such a compliment.

“But you are. Come, Elrond. If you do not wish to find a lover or mate this eve, and I echo the sentiment, then join me down in the gardens. We can share this bottle of wine.” He holds up the bottle and two glasses that he had approached Elrond with earlier.

“I would not wish to monopolize your time.” He bows deeply.

“You would not be. I want to spend the time with you. We can make fun of all the love-sick fools who trip over themselves to pronounce their love to each other.”

This causes Elrond to giggle and nod his agreement. Celebrimbor takes that as his cue to turn and lead themdown the stairs. Elrond stays back a moment, eyes caught on the the tall and handsome figure making his way down the stairs. The elf-lord had chosen similar garments, though his tunic was tighter and shone with with silver threads and pearls. Elrond swallows dryly and rushes to follow after him. 

Celebrimbor carefully twists his way through the elves dancing upon the grass. Several of them stop to bow to him, but he just waves them off with a smile. Elrond follows, unsure and intimidated by all the activities going around him. Celebrimbor leads him to an open, but luckily empty pavilion. Soft panels of blue fabric fell from the ceiling panels, giving them a little privacy.

The elf-lord motions for Elrond to take a seat across from him at the table there.

“You would like some wine, yes?” He asks.

“Aye. If you please, Lord Celebrimbor.”

“You are much too polite, Elrond. We are equals this night. Please just call me Celebrimbor.”

“As you wish, my… I mean Celeberimbor.”

“Good.” Celebrimbor pours them both a glass of the red wine and hands one over to the younger elf.

“Thank you.” Elrond whispers, taking the glass in hand.

“Well, since it is a night of festivities and merriment I suppose we should make a toast.”

“A toast? To what?” Elrond asks curiously.

“A good question.” Celebrimbor taps his chin as he thinks. “Ah! How about this. Let us toast to all the fools who find themselves hopelessly in love this eve, pining after their one true love. And to those who drink themselves silly and fall in bed with strangers.” Celebrimbor raises his glass.

“I will toast to that.” Elrond throws his head back in laughter and raises his own glass. 

Celebrimbor completes the toast by clinking his wine glass gently against Elrond’s and then throwing the drink back. Elrond does the same.

“Tell me Elrond.” Celebrimbor says after he has set the glass of wine back down on the table. “You would not wish for a lover for the night, yet there must be someone who has caught your eye over the past centuries?” He asks curiously.

“I….” Elrond stammers awkwardly.

“You need not tell me if that question is too personal.”

Elrond lowers his gaze to hide his blush. “Aye… you are correct.”

“But you are alone this night. Did they not return your affection?” Celebrimbor asks with a saddened look upon his face.

“Nay! That is not it… I just…..” Elrond stammers through his speech again. 

“You can speak freely with me, Elrond. I am your friend. At least I hope I am.” Celebrimbor reaches over to place a hand upon Elrond’s. 

“I just have not told them of my adoration.”

“Why ever not?” Celebrimbor raises an eyebrow.

“They do not hold the same affection for me, Celebrimbor. I can not tell them.”

“Have they told you this?”

“Not in as many words. But….”

“You can not know their feelings if you do not ask. Are they here tonight? You must ask them, Elrond.” The elf-lord interrupts.

“I….”

“Forgive me, my friend. I spoke of joking and making fun of the lovers and lovesick fools this eve, but I am here interrogating you instead. We may speak of other things.” Celebrimbor apologizes.

“There is nothing to forgive, Celebrimbor.” Elrond smiles kindly at the other elf. “But I would not be opposed to making fun of the others. Have you seen Meliriel trying to woo Taeron? She looks like a little lamb who just got her walking legs. I have never seen such a sorry attempt at professing love.”

Celebrimbor cackles as he observes the two elves. “And the flowers in her hand? Those are all weeds! The poor ellon beside her looks quite uncomfortable.”

“Though I think he actually likes her back, if his blush is anything to go by.” 

“Oh! And look at Errien. Bold of her to kiss her husband like that in the middle of the gardens. I hope they do not undress each other right in front of us. I would not appreciate such a sight…. Oh what love does to an elf….” 

Both Celebrimbor and Elrond gossip their way through basically the entire population of Eregion, and drink the wine the elf-lord brought until there was no more to be had. As Celebrimbor drains the last drop of his wine, he looks at Elrond’s empty glass as well.

“Would you like more wine, my friend? I am sure I could procure another bottle.”

Elrond, with flushed and warm cheeks, shakes his head.

“Nay, I would like to keep my wits about me. Where did you find that bottle? I have never had a drink so strong.” 

“Ah, it is from Ereinion’s private stash.”

“That explains it….” Elrond mutters. The High King was known to have a love of wine, particularly the strongest.

“It seems most of the lovers are retiring. The garden is beginning to clear out.” Celebrimbor observes. The gardens were much emptier than they had been when Elrond and he first sat down. The music had gentled as well, just quiet melodies floating in from the garden.

“Aye.” Elrond agrees, taking a look around.

“Both lovers and love-sick fools, falling into bed with each other. To wake in the morning with their mates, or with regrets.” 

“Hmmm.” Elrond takes the empty wine glass in hand and sighs deeply.

“But what of you, Elrond? Will you go back to your quarters?”

“Aye, I think I will stay up working on some translations. It is not yet that late. And you Celebrimbor?”

“I think I will go back to my forge. There is still work that needs to be done.”

“It is a lonely life you lead, my lord.” Elrond, full of wine and more courage says.

Celebrimbor smiles sadly at the half-elf across the table. 

“Just the same as yours, my friend.”

“Perhaps….” Elrond looks down, surprised at the emotions brewing under the surface of his skin. Must be the wine. He thinks.

“But you need not be alone, Elrond.” Celebrimbor states.

“What do you mean?”

“I know I am not… perhaps the most eligible of elves here. I am old, scarred and have little to give you. But if you wished, I would make your life a little less lonely, at least for the night.”

“You what?” Elrond’s head shoots back up in shock and his eyes widen in confusion. His heart races, unsure he heard the elf-lord correctly. 

“I would share this night, loving you, if you would have me. It burdens my heart to see all but you having the pleasure of love tonight.

“I do not want a lover out of pity.”Elrond scowls.

“Nay! That is not why I offer. You are sweet, kind and gentle. And truly an attractive being inside and out. You deserve to be loved. And perhaps I too do not wish to be alone either.” Celebrimbor says, eyes kind upon the half-elf. He is quick to add. “But you need not join me if you do not wish. Your night is your own. I only wish to make it more bearable for us both.”

Elrond sits there in silence for several moments, more than a little shocked. On one hand, he truly did want a lover for the long-term, not just for one night. He was sick of being tossed aside come morning because all the elves he had been with ever wanted was just someone to please their urges in the moment. But on the other hand, he was lonely. And it was Celebrimbor. His love for the elf-lord ran deep. And if this was all he was offered of the elf, then who was he to deny such an opportunity. Eventually, he nods and stands.

“I….I would like that. I would be honored.” He says with a blush.

“The honor is all mine.” Celebrimbor stands and offers Elrond his hand. “Come, young one. We can go to my chambers. Unless you would feel more comfortable in yours.”

“Yours is fine.” 

The walk to Celebrimbor’s home is quiet, but not uncomfortable. Elrond, nervous and worried as he was, stays silent. But he relishes in the warmth of Celebrimbor’s hand upon his. It is dark too, the only light coming from the stars above and the lanterns placed along the paths of the city. 

At long last they reach Celebrimbor’s bed chambers. Elrond stands awkwardly by the door. Celebrimbor on the other hand rushes around the room, lighting the hearth and candles to make it seem less desolate and cold. Elrond takes a look around as he does so. The room was large, but not overbearing. There were tapestries and paintings along the walls, and heirlooms and personal items scattered around the tables and cabinets. The bed itself was large, with fluffy and soft looking pillows and a thick woven quilt upon the bed. When Celebrimbor is done lighting the candles he turns to look at Elrond with a smile.

“Forgive me for the mess. It is normally not so cluttered.” He smiles.

Elrond raises an eyebrow at him. The room was spotless, but not in an empty or unfriendly way.

“It is alright.” He says amused.

Celebrimbor approaches him, stopping a few feet from the half-elf and reaching up a warm hand to rest upon his cheek. His touch was gentle, though the skin calloused and rough from the many years spent at the forge. His thumb swipes over Elrond’s sharp cheekbone and the shell of his ear. When Elrond leans into the touch he leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Have you done this before?” Celebrimbor asks seriously.

“Aye, I’ve had lovers in the past. I know what to expect.”

“Alright. May I kiss you?” 

“Please.” 

Celebrimbor’s lips are soft and move slowly. When he takes Elrond’s lips in his, it is the smallest of touches. The elf-lord takes his time in kissing him, much to Elrond’s frustration. It is almost as if he was afraid that if he pushed to hard, he would break him. Elrond kisses back impatient for a more passionate touch. Celebrimbor pulls away with a laugh. 

“As you wish, melissë.” Elrond blushes heavily at the pet name and closes his eyes when the lips return to his. 

Celebrimbor certainly takes his time, kissing Elrond for many minutes. It was the sweetest and softest kiss Elrond had ever experienced. But he grew impatient, wanting more. So he wraps his arms around the taller elf’s neck and runs his tongue over Celebrimbor’s bottom lip. The elf-lord groans and opens his mouth for him without any hesitation. After that, the kiss quickly becomes more passionate. Elrond’s hands find purchase in the hairs at the nape of the other’s neck, while Celebrimbor’s hands land upon Elrond’s hips. They fight for dominance in the kiss, but it is Celebrimbor who eventually wins the battle and pulls away.

“Bed?”

Elrond nods. Celebrimbor leans down to grab ahold of the backs of Elrond’s legs and lifts him with ease until the half-elf wraps his legs around him. He walks them to the bed before depositing his lover upon the woven quilt. Elrond laughs and beckons him closer.

The adoring eyes of the half-elf, cause Celebrimbor to grin. Celebrimbor does not go to him yet though. First, he takes the hem of his own shirt in hand and teasingly pulls it up over his head. And though the sight stirs something in Elrond, his heart suddenly pulls and aches.

I should not be doing this to him. Elrond thinks. He deserves to know my feelings, even if he does not return them. I can not and will not use him like this.

“Stop!” Elrond cries out when the same hands take hold of the bottom of his own tunic. 

Celebrimbor pulls away as if burned and his eyes widen in worry.

“Forgive me, Elrond! Have I hurt you in some way? Was I going to fast?” The elf-lord looks distraught with himself and sits a polite distance away.

“Nay! It is nothing you have done, Celebrimbor. You have been wonderful. But I…. You must forgive me, my lord. For I have been untruthful.”

“Untruthful? Whatever it is, it can not be so bad, melissë. What is it?”

“I… You know there is one that has caught my eye?”

“Aye?” 

“I should not have agreed to this. But I was selfish….For that person that has caught my eye is you, my lord. You have held my heart, though you did not know it. Forgive me for deceiving you.” Elrond bows his head so low that it almost touches the bedcovers. The room sits in silence for several long moments, and Elrond starts to get anxious when Celebrimbor does not respond.

“I am so sorry, my lord. I hope I have not ruined your night. I will go. I should not have….” Elrond babbles as he scurries to get off of the bed.

“No!” Celebrimbor cries, catching his hand.

Elrond turns to the elf but does not look at him, fearful of what he might see there.

“Elrond, look at me.”

Elrond looks up, but where he had thought he would find disgust, there is nothing but love and kindness in the other’s eyes.

“You have my heart as well.” Celebrimbor confesses. “You have always had it.”

“You…you….?” Elrond stutters in shock.

“Aye, and forgive me for not telling you sooner.”

“You could not have known….nor I.”

 Celebrimbor sits his younger lover back on the bed. “You are so sweet.” He pulls back to look Elrond in the eye before wrapping his arms around the figure and holding him tightly. He takes his chin in hand and kisses him once more. The kiss deepens quickly and Elrond’s hands find themselves sliding down Celebrimbor’s chest.

“I would still like to….make love. If you are agreeable.” Elrond states confidently.

“Aye. We may talk more in the morning. But now, you will have your pleasure.”

Celebrimbor takes the hem of his white tunic in hand again and tugs on it. Elrond lifts his arms and lets the fabric be pulled from him. The rest of the removal of their clothing is but a blur until they both stand naked before each other. 

He is like the Valar. Elrond thinks when he takes in Celebrimbor’s bare form. He was tall and strong and his muscles rippled with every movement. And the cock in between his legs hung heavy and hard. The half-elf can not help himself and his hands reaches out to touch him. His finger strokes over the flushed and pink tip, causing Celebrimbor to shudder.

With a gentle hand, Celebrimbor runs his palm down his cheek in response, down his neck, and further down to his chest. His hand drifts over to his nipple, rubbing over it but not staying to Elrond’s displeasure. But when the hand strays to the other nipple, he let’s out a pleased sigh. Even still, the hand upon his body moves down once more, tickling over his navel and hips until it rests on his thigh.

“What would you like?” Celebrimbor asks huskily.

“Like?”

“Aye, how do you want me, Elrond? Do you wish to take me or to be taken?” The hand on his thigh reaches around to rest upon his bottom.

“I would like you to take me, if you could.” He blushes furiously.

“Whatever you wish for, melissë, is yours.”

Celebrimbor takes Elrond’s cock in between his fingers with his free hand and strokes, pulling on the half-elf’s length until it is hard and stands proudly between them.  The sudden pleasurable movements forces the half-elf to grab hold of the other’s arms, lest his legs collapse beneath him. In retaliation for the pleasure, Elrond kisses the Celebrimbor’s neck softly, before beginning to suckle bruises into the skin. 

“Valar….” Elrond swears as he thrusts into the warm hand surrounding him.

Celebrimbor stops then and pulls his hand away. Elrond whines. The elf-lord guides his lover to lie on the bed as they had been before and takes a tiny pot from his bedside table.

“Oil.” He explains.

He swiftly uncorks it and pours a generous amount onto his fingers. He drags the hand down Elrond’s chest and teases his cock for another moment before moving further down. With gentle hands he presses Elrond’s legs away from him so they are spread out on the bed.

“What a sight you make, my love.”

“What do you mean?”

“All spread out, just for me.” Celebrimbor leans down to whisper huskily into Elrond’s ear.

Elrond flushes and bucks his hips with the first touch of the finger to his entrance. But it stops there. Only gently rubbing over him. 

“I am not fragile, Celebrimbor. Make me ready for you.” The half-elf growls.

Celebrimbor does not have to be told twice and presses the first finger into the warm body beneath him. Elrond moans at the feeling and squirms at the feeling. He arches up into the finger, trying to get it to go deeper. Celebrimbor obliges of course and then begins to prepare him. After the Elrond is all but shaking from the prolonged teasing, he strokes over that one spot inside him that makes him cry out. 

“There, do you want more of that, sweet one?”

Elrond nods eagerly and cries out once more when his prostate is pressed again. His legs attempt to fall shut of their own accord, but Celebrimbor just pushes them back open.

After Celebrimbor finally deems him ready, he removes his fingers and slicks up his cock with more of the oil. Elrond settles himself more comfortably into the pillows, but a large hand stops him in his tracks.

“What is it?”

“I would take you with you in my lap. I wish to look upon your face. Is that alright?”

“More than.” Elrond scrambles up as Celebrimbor adjusts a pillow on the headboard. 

The older elf sits back upon it and reaches out for his fair lover. With loving hands, he guides Elrond to straddle his hips. He leaves one hand on his waist and takes his cock in hand with the other.

“Ready love?”

Elrond nods eagerly and Celebrimbor slowly guides him down onto him. Both moan at the first shocks of pleasure that assault them. The younger one wraps his arms loosely around Celebrimbor’s shoulder and sighs as he bottoms out. He had forgotten what it felt like. How it felt to be so full, so filled with another. How it felt to have someone else so close.

Celebrimbor guides him at first, setting a slow and gentle pace until Elrond adjusts to the intrusion. But soon enough it is Elrond who raises his hips and lowers himself down. He sets a much harsher pace than Celebrimbor had, causing both of them to cry out at the feeling. 

Celebrimbor takes his chin as he thrusts, kissing him. “You wish me to come undone so soon?”

“That is not my intention.” Elrond gasps out between the thrusts Celebrimbor had started. “But surely you can hold out for longer. You are not that old.” He teases.

The hands on his hips grip tighter. “You will regret that.” Celebrimbor laughs, before thrusting as quickly as he can up into the body. Elrond throws his head back in pleasure and shuts his eyes.

“Celebrimbor…” He whimpers.

“Aye, I know.” The thrusts gentle some but do not lose their pace.

Elrond eyes fly back open at one particularly pleasurable jab at his prostate. He holds tight to the older elf, and buries his head in his neck. 

He wants me too. I am not alone. He thinks with a smile.

Elrond rolls his hips down onto Celebrimbor, trying to find even more pleasure in the act. The room is mostly quiet then, the only sounds being their quiet moans and sighs of pleasure. Though the thrusts between the two alternate between harsh and gentle, all other touches remain soft and sweet. Celebrimbor strokes Elrond’s cheeks with reverence and Elrond trails his fingers through the soft hair upon Celebrimbor’s neck.

Eventually, the younger elf tires of rising up and down upon the thick cock inside him and all but collapses on top of him. The elf-lord takes over for him, bracing his feet upon the bedding and thrusting up into him with earnest.

“My lord….” Elrond whines.

The older elf takes his lover’s cock in hand and begins to stroke.

“Celebrimbor, Elrond. Celebrimbor.” He corrects.

He strokes Elrond quickly to completion. The half-elf releases with a cry of the other’s name. The spasming of Elrond’s body around him throws Celebrimbor over the edge just as quickly. Both come down from their highs with happy laughs.

Celebrimbor lays them both down, still nestled inside his lover, and wraps Elrond up in his arms. “May I stay like this for a while?”

“Of course.” Elrond snuggles into the warm arms around him and closes his eyes.

“Celebrimbor?”

“You will not throw me away in the morning? You will have me for more than this night?” He asks hopefully.

“No, you will still be mine come tomorrow.”

#rings of power fic #elrond x celebrimbor #elrond fic #celebrimbor #elrond

[theelvenhaven]

Spending Halloween with Elrond

A/N: Happy Halloween to all my followers!

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- When it comes to spending Halloween with Elrond, expect that it won’t be just the two of you at the start, but more communal based activities to start the season off. 

- Halloween makes Elrond extremely nostalgic, especially to see such little ones running around in their costumes, and participating in activities he wishes he could’ve done with his children had he known about the tradition sooner. 

- Elrond loves to have activities set up and planned for the day to do for the two of you to do as well as again on a communal level.

- You will most certainly start your day off with a trip to the pumpkin patch and as well as carving pumpkins- Elrond loves cozy and fun activities. 

- Elrond doesn’t like to do just traditional jack-o-lantern faces, and loves to spend time carving intricate elvish designs or cuter Halloween themes like cats and witch hats and ghosts. 

- Elrond definitely loves to do it together, he things it is very important that you two make memories together, and spend time with one another on the holiday season. 

- He will also have other activities that are set up for the community to participate in and wants for the two of you to oversee or participate in them. 

- Elrond will partake in things that are family oriented, apple bobbing, watching a movie or two, and enjoying baked goods with you. 

- Since you spent all day together doing community activities, when it comes to the evening time, Elrond likes to allocate this time to be spent together. 

- The only minor exception is him passing out candies to the kids and elflings, he loves to see them in all their costumes and hear them say trick or treat. It really brings him back to when his kids were little. 

- In between all the door knocking, Elrond will most certainly be spending his time with you, watching a movie or dressing up for whatever activity that you might have in mind to do.

- Whether that is attending a Halloween party or hosting a small and intimate one with his family, it’s totally up to you. 

- Elrond is certainly happy by the time you finish all activities for the day that you two wind down the night with watching ghost related shows or movies.

- Happy to settle down and hunker down, and comfort you on moments that might really have your adrenaline going. 

- All in all, you will have had a very busy and fun Halloween day together!

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[runawaymun]

been rereading Partake (and WOW Elrond's come such a long way <33) and was really struck by the moment at the beginning of c2 when Gil tells Brimb that Elrond had asked if he'd join them again, because at this point Elrond doesn't ask... so was just wondering how you imagined that conversation played out. I'm assuming Gil isn't out and out lying bc that isn't his style, but wondering whether he more told Elrond 'this is what's gonna happen' and it just happens to dovetail with what Elrond wants

ok first of all thank you so much for rereading. It just blows my mind when people say they're rereading any of my fics -- and second of all thank you so much for sending me a question and letting me ramble! This was so nice to wake up to today!

And GOD yeah Elrond has come so far! It's kind of crazy looking back at those old chapters fr...

You're right, Partake!Gil (and in my opinion thus far: Showgalad) doesn't lie, but he does twist things around to suit the outcome he wants out of a situation. For me, the key to how that conversation probably went down is in this later window into Elrond's mindset from ch3 when he's talking to Brimb: “I very much enjoyed myself when you joined the king,” he says at last. “I thought that perhaps… you seemed to enjoy yourself too. I am not under any impression that it had anything truly to do with me,” and that is said with a self-deprecating smile. “You were there for the king, of course."

Elrond really, genuinely does think of himself as an afterthought when it comes to those first two chapters. He has no idea that Gil suggested the encounters because Gil noticed that Elrond & Brimb are into each other. He has no idea that Brimb had any interest in him beyond like, something very surface level/casual. In his head he's like...it's terrible to say but it's true-- really no different than any other toy or enhancement a couple might bring into the bedroom. Those nights were about Brimb and Gil primarily and he was just along for the ride because they enjoy him.

So, I have always kind of imagined that the conversation went something along the lines of Gil mentioning that he was going to invite Brimb over again for the night (in Gil's brain, with the obvious understanding that 'well, it seems like you two enjoyed each other, let's have a second round'), and Elrond -- not at all understanding that subtext -- asking whether or not they might need him/want to include him.

Which is not the same thing as Elrond outright saying "I had a good time, could we do it again?" but that's what Gil is twisting that question into when he rephrases it to Brimb -- because in Gil's brain, that's really how that conversation went. I'm not sure if I'm making complete sense but to me it's just one more thing that highlights the complete disconnect between how Gil-Galad views his relationship with Elrond (Elrond is a playmate), and how Elrond views their relationship (Elrond is a plaything).

It's also another small example of Partake!Gil's double-intentions-- because he always has a surface-level intention and a subsurface intention when he acts. His surface-level intention of twisting the question "do you two have need of me?" to "could Celebrimbor join us again?" is well that's obviously actually the conversation we're really having, Elrond just isn't direct with things. But I know what he's trying to say. -- and the subsurface intent here is getting Celebrimbor to agree. Gil knows Brimb just as well as he knows Elrond, and also Brimb is broadcasting all over the place that he's reluctant and uncomfortable regarding joining them a second time, and Gil rightly guesses that it's because Brimb isn't sure Elrond is consenting properly, and Gil also knows that Brimb won't accept Elrond wondering if they want him there as consent. Saying "Elrond wants you here, he asked about you", indicates Elrond is consenting to this, loosen up & have some fun.

Because, again, that's how Gil is viewing this situation. And in a weird twisted sort of way he's right. Because Elrond does want Brimb there. That doesn't mean the consent issues that Brimb's worried about aren't present, though!

I'm starting to ramble, but hopefully this all makes some kind of sense. It's just one little tiny example of how differently Elrond and Gil view their relationship and how Gil has a habit of twisting/reading into things and manipulating situations. I'm so glad you caught it!!!! Thank you so much for asking about it and giving me a chance to talk about it!!

#obsessed with moments like this when you guys find the smaller things #I really do try to work on a micro level with even throwaway moments and lines and I go so feral when you guys NOTICE #to partake #writing Gil in this fic is like writing two characters at once #there's surface level 'honorable honest' Gil #and subsurface manipulative lying to himself Gil #and they're constantly working both in tandem and against each other in every scene he's in #usually without him being consciously aware of it #idk if that makes any sense either #but that's why writing him is such a mess lol

[tabioya]

I was thinking the other day about how unhinged the Fëanorians are and then started to think how unhinged they'd be drunk and how they would all act and I think it would go a little something like this (+ how many shots it would take to get them drunk)

Fëanor: probably like 10 shots. He'd be absolutely filled with rage. He's that one crazy guy yelling and hurling insults at everyone (except Nerdanel and Curufin), probably would start breaking things, he brings back arguments that happened years ago and continues arguing over them. Probably goes to Fingolfins house with a sword in an attempt to kill him but Fingolfin is used to this and ignores him

Nerdanel: Too many shots to count. Nerdanel has an unexpected high tolerance to alcoholic beverages that nobody knows of. She's that person that you could never tell is drunk because even when drunk she stays calm-ish. She'd still try her best to take care of everybody else. The only indication of her being drunk would be her slurred words and she'd laugh a little more than usual

Maedhros: probably like 100+ shots. He probably drinks a lot. Honestly it depends what Maedhros we're talking about. I don't think post Thangorodrim Maedhros would get drunk because he's too serious and busy for that but If he were to get tipsy, he would be the type of guy that gets lost in his own thoughts. He sits in his room drinking bottle after bottle just thinking and doesn't accept help from anyone (except maybe Fingon.) After a couple of bottles he'd probably do something insane and unhinged. But if this is valinor maedhros he'd be so fun. He'd be cracking jokes probably watching all his other brothers get drunk and just dying from laughter at all the stupid things they do, just watching from the side throwing in a joke here and there

Maglor: 10 shots. He cries. Cries about his trainwreck life. Cries for hours and hours while blasting "My heart will go on" and then after crying for like 4 hours he just starts playing his harp while sniffling. Probably writes a new poem/song about how much he hates life except literally nothing rhymes because he's drunk but the melody is still fire.

Celegorm: 5 shots. He would try to flirt with 10 numerous girls, but after getting yelled at and getting called a creep by each girl, he'd probably be dancing untop of tables with no shirt (probably yodeling too.) He'd do crazy things, like taking a random bite out of a bar of soap and then putting it in the fridge for Nerdanel to clean up. Just absolutely insane and unhinged. Maedhros would probably be cheering him on though

Caranthir: 20 shots. Honestly nobody really knows what Caranthir does when he's wasted. He probably hides in his room for hours, screaming at maglor to shut up but then plays depressing emo rock music full blast while screaming. Probably punches a hole in the wall.

Curufin: 15 shots. He's a lot like his father feanor but more calm. He'd be in the middle of destroying things until he sees Celegorm dancing and probably starts laughing at him and starts to cheer him on. Then he'd come up with some idea to rob a bank with Celegorm.

Ambarussa: 3 shots. We all know these little bastards would be trolling everyone. They'd be drunk but they'd be pranking everyone. They'd put soap or slime on the table so Celegorm could trip and they'd just watch everyone fall for their pranks while laughing hysterically off to the side.

Bonus

Celebrimbor: 30 shots. He'd go out in the streets befriending everyone. Nobody knows how he does it but he does. He befriends everybody on the block and then takes them out to a club and wakes up the next morning confused as to why he's sleeping on the side walk with 6 strangers with no money in his bank account.

By the end of the night they would have committed arson (probably at Fingolfins house) 5 war crimes, and Celegorm and Curufin would probably have gotten arrested.

#Feanorians #They're all insane and unhinged #i would pay serious money to see this

[undercat-overdog]

Still answering questions to the Friday Night Fun thing? If yes, then 6, 8, 10, 11.

Answering five weeks late, but yes! Thanks for the ask, and I hope you see the answer.

6. What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

I don't know, sorry! I don't think anything I come up with is particularly angsty (Lulu is shaking her head at me right now.) Maybe because I can always imagine a happy or happy-ish ending.

8. Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Some here, here, and here. I've talked about lifetime movie sex (it has roses!) before, which I definitely want to finish. One day.

Also a continuation to the Atar verse, in which Galadriel brings Halbrand to Eregion, convinced he's Sauron (he's not in this). The real Sauron is tied up in the corner (being Gil-daddy's baby and all - this story would be smut) and steaming. Probably starts talking about how he knew Sauron in Almaren and Halbrand's not Sauron, not nearly hot or smart enough, SNL Kylo Ren Undercover Boss style ("I heard the real Sauron had an eight pack"), till Gil shoves a pacifier in his mouth. Would also include something about the tRoP Adar. So many imposters, poor Sauron!!!

On the gen-ish side, a story in my head that's known by the very boring name of Sad Celebrimbor Fic, which would be a prequel to Bones in which Celebrimbor is sad and moping in Valinor after his rebirth. Some worldbuilding, Celebrimbor meeting relatives, getting in catty academic fights, and discovering Aman's romance publishing industry, writing some of his own (thinly veiled expies; he refuses to acknowledge this). Sauron would be very present but never mentioned by name or explicit acknowledgement until the very last few sentences, when Celebrimbor thinks his name, curls his lips, and leaves for brunch and daydrinking.

10. Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Answered here and here, and tropes are difficult for me to think of so I don't have further answers lol. Sorry!

11. Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

Also answered here, but I am nothing if not a hater! I mentioned found family in that ask, but I'll expand on that more because the way it's written in fanfic (pan-fandom) often makes me genuinely uncomfortable - so often toxic or outright abusive behaviors are presented as healthy and desirable. I'm all in favor of toxic behaviors by characters in fanfic, but I like the author to know it, you know? I have some thoughts about how this manifests in this fandom in particular, but won't go into them in the interest of not being too negative or verbose (this post is long enough!) - hit me up in private if you want thoughts (throwaway account fine! I have tumblr dms open to all, though I can't promise I'll respond immediately because I don't check tumblr daily and am gone from it for several day or week periods at times).

Actually, on the last bit, I have anon asks enabled and I'm so sorry that if anyone without a tumblr account wants to communicate with me privately they no longer can through that. But if you do have an account, even if you don't use it, anon is cool!

#ask #anonymous

[doodle-pops]

Hi!!! I absolutely love your writing and I have a small ask for you. Today I won a game of musical chairs against a bunch of strangers and I keep wondering how the elves would react to being challenged to participate in musical chairs/being a part of it! Also which ones are most likely to win! Musical chairs gets weirdly aggressive and personal so I would love to hear what you think!

(Also if your semester is still going i hope finals are treating you well!!)

When I play musical chairs, I stand far away and direct the music because CHAIRS ARE BROKEN and fights are started lol. Congratulations on your victory btw hope you weren't injured in the process. My last assignment was last night so I'M DONE FOR THE SEMESTER 🥳🥳

All I can see for this game is WAR, someone is getting smacked with a chair and tears unnumbered ye shall shed

The idea of playing games is already exciting for them, but they aren't as overly competitive as the rest of their family. They can handle a lost if they did. It's not going to put a damper in their mood or day, however that doesn't mean they aren't going to play without vigour. They are probably the ones who gets knocked out in the first 3-4 rounds. “That was actually fun though...no I'm not upset. I enjoyed the game and it's a good thing I'm out because I'm seeing someone about to be hit with a chair by Celegorm...”

- MAEDHROS, Maglor, Caranthir, Celebrimbor, FINGON, Turgon, Finrod, FINARFIN, GALDOR, ROG, Elrond, Elrohir

Listen, playing with them means going to battle. Dress in your armour, take up shield and buckle and bear your swords and sigil become it's chaos. Someone is getting smacked with a chair and a fight is breaking out. Chairs are broken through various methods and the competitiveness is tense. You can't break their focus and sheer will. They ARE determined to win and will. “I'm a person of sheer focus and will, and nothing will prevent me from winning this game. I will sit the throne, even if it has to be broken.” Cue everyone stepping away from them. “It's just a game you know...a game not war.”

- FEANOR, CELEGORM, Curufin, AMROD, AMRAS, FINGOLFIN, AREDHEL, ANGROD, GLORFINDEL, EGALMOTH, ECTHELION, ELLADAN

#reactions #finarfin x reader #angrod x reader #celebrimbor x reader #feanor x reader #fingolfin x reader #turgon x reader #maedhros x reader #maglor x reader #fingon x reader #finrod x reader #aegnor x reader #glorfindel x reader #rog x reader #egalmoth x reader #elrond x reader #elrohir x reader #caranthir x reader #aredhel x reader #silmarillion imagine #doodlepops responds

[tanoraqui]

📓 please.

AU in which Celebrimbor saves Sirion.

That is, AU in which Celebrimbor happens to be in Sirion when the sons of Fëanor sends their final, maybe only letter of, “We’ll be there in 3 days, would you PLEASE just give us the Valar-damned gem (or else)”, and first he goes to Elwing and pleads with her to just do it. Not because his uncles deserve their cursed rock. Not because he has any idea what the refugees will do without its hope-bringing and general purification effect on water and land. But because he was there like the Iathrim weren’t, like the Gondolindrim weren’t, on the front (ok slightly farther back) lines of the Siege, and he knows for absolutely certain that this little refuge CANNOT survive even the remnants of the great army of East Beleriand. And he wants to see them survive.

But Elwing refuses (though she is, after initial suspicion and fury, kind about it). So Celebrimbor angsts, worries, stress-hammers the dents out of a lot of armor and maybe forges a new bar for the gates…

And on the third night, the night before the dawn on which Fëanor’s sons will come for the Silmaril, he doses the stew for the guards/what passes for Sirion’s palace with something to induce sleep; and he brings an enchanted lullaby music box (the last thing he owns crafted by Fëanor himself) to subdue—gently, gently!—Elwing herself (he’s not depending on just some fantasy Benadryl to knock out Lúthien’s granddaughter). He’s apologizing as he takes the Nauglamir from her neck (he has no interest in robbing her of the whole heirloom, but he doesn’t have the time to remove the gem). Someone raises an alarm, but Celebrimbor is already out a side gate, shining gem tucked away under a wrap of thick cloth—

The Fëanorians, already waiting in the woods, hear the alarm and see the running on the walls and decide to launch their attack early—

But there are orcs in other parts of the wood, waiting for their prey to be flushed out. Waiting for the Oath-driven stalking goats to do Morgoth’s dirty work so they can clean up the remnants. These, Celebrimbor runs into—and, beset and outnumbered, he does the only thing he can think and unveils the jewel. Its light helps fend off the orcs, though it attracts spiders instead—

Maedhros, Maglor, and Amras all turn sharply at the burst of light from the north, and run. Long-legged Maedhros is fastest; fell-handed Maedhros easily dispatches the last spiders—

Light-blinded Maedhros doesn’t see who exactly is pulling away from him, pulling the Silmaril away from him, before his blade slides through their chest. Only a moment later does he realize his nephew was saying, “Careful, it might burn y—”

For more fun, I’d write a first chapter that’s standard narration 3rd person close to Celebrimbor, and the whole time he’s thinking about how everyone is going to assume he’s nothing but treacherous after this, traitor first to his father and then to the people who took him in; history will remember him with the kinslayers after all… And then the 2nd chapter is written in the distant, historical anecdote style of the Silmarillion except it keeps trailing off in bullet points, or maybe just with further lines starting with ellipses, to show the multiple options for how the historical record will remember this night…and what happened next, whether Celebrimbor survived and what the Fëanorians and the people of Sirion did next. The branching possibilities. Like,

Then Elwing and the people of Sirion would not yield the jewel which Beren had won and Luthien had worn, and for which Dior the fair was slain; and least of all while Earendil their lord was on the sea, for it seemed to them that in the Silmaril lay the healing and the blessing that had come upon their houses and their ships.

Yet among them was one whose heart turned toward the cause of the sons of Fëanor. Celebrimbor, son of Curufin, who had turned against his father in Nargothrond now found himself moved by their plight…

…Celebrimbor, son of Curufin, revealed now the treachery he had planned long ago with his kin in Nargothrond. When night fell…

…Fear grew in the heart of Celebrimbor, son of Curufin, and when night fell he brewed a potion to send the guards of the city to sleep. Elwing, too, he went to sleep, and stole from her neck the gem and the Nauglamir which the dwarves wrought…

#ficlet #my fic #ask meme #the silmarillion #feanor and feanor's kin #celebrimbor #sparrowsarus #personally my favorite for what happens next is maedhros kicks in sirion’s gate with his half-dead nephew in his arms #and the silmaril in maglor’s #delivers celebrimbor to the infirmary and says ‘if he dies the promise I just made him to guard you is void’ #‘no you don’t get the silmaril back’ #peak ‘the enemy fled before his fire’ mood #strides back out without another word and the fëanorians turn and set watches with their backs to sirion’s walls

[rivalsforlife]

I never actually made a lotrop ep 5 opinions post did I. here is one rapid fire based on a half-feverish memory that I’m not even going to hide from you underneath a readmore, sorry:

- the silmamithril thing is still extremely stupid and this will only be salvaged for me somewhat if it all turns out to be a lie behind the scenes by annatar. that’s really what I’m counting on. if they’re going to play this completely straight it’s going to be awful. I had a fever the night I was watching this from 2020′s favorite illness, and I was half-convinced at 2am that I’d just imagined it, but sadly, no. I need to move on from this point

- stranger healed by ice was actually a red flag for me since I generally associate ice more on the “morgoth” spectrum of fun additions in the ainulindale. may skew back to secretly evil after all after I was convinced of wizard. or I may be reading into it so much

- “I hope one day you find something you would sacrifice anything for” @ isildur was actually really funny. isildur finally takes advice and commits to something and it’s the one ring that keeps sauron “alive”

- sorry back to elves gil-galad I need you to come through for me bud I need to be able to look you in the eye and accept you as a potential son of fingon but right now you are so on the orodreth end of the spectrum it isn’t even funny buddy. take a fucking guess man and don’t pressure any oath breaking.

- celebrimbor voice I was there elrond. I was there the night that you were conceived. and do you know what your father said? he said that one day his children would shape the future of middle-earth elrond voice gil-galad come pick me up I’m scared

- actually back to the silmaril I think the treemaril is plausible if maglor threw that thing so fucking hard like the ted nasmith painting it just went in a straight line hit the pelori and ricocheted with such power (unbreakable object + unbreakable object) it flew back over and embedded in a random tree in the misty mountains. the rest is still bullshit though

- (pelori had to stop the silmaril from entering valinor because at the angle it was at it would have hit the heads of several elves in alqualonde in a long distance 10x combo kinslaying which would have been impressive but bad.)

- (I was going to draw this out but it would take me like three hours to do stick figures so you just have to imagine it in your head)

- speaking of kinslayings. kemen honorary feanorian though not nearly as cool

- trying really hard to remember anything else that happened this episode. still don’t care for halbrand. think he’s dragging galadriel’s whole story down with him. but at least this episode was better than some of the other ones in regards to him because he didn’t have as many awful sarcastic comments

- yeah can’t remember anything else I’m sure there was something important but the treemaril turning into mithril was such a headache I think it made me even more sick. anyways let’s hope this next episode in <10 minutes improves on that

#lotrop #at least I am still having fun. still have things I can make myself laugh about #and that is the most important thing #ramblings

[yellow-faerie]

Oh! Maybe 9, with Silvergifting Parents and the Ring Babies?

Absolutely! I love the Ring Babies! This is the original capture at the beginning of the Númenor arc because the angst there is just so good.

From this prompt list.

9 - “Shh. It’s alright. I’m here now.”

It is the first time in four days they have been together and the first time in weeks they have even been alone together.

The door to their new quarters - lavish in decoration but no less constricting as a prison cell - clicks shut behind him and Mairon sags, leaning back against the door and rubbing his forehead tiredly.

He doesn’t realise his son is there until he speaks.

“Atya?” Narya’s voice is very small but echoes around the near silent room.

Mairon snaps his eyes open and gives his son the best smile he can muster.

“Come here dear,” He says, pushing himself from the wall and opening his arms in an offer for a hug.

Narya practically falls into them, burying his face in Mairon’s tunic and quietly sobbing, his whole body shaking beneath Mairon’s hands.

“I thought they’d taken you forever!”

“Shh. It’s alright. I’m here now.” Mairon rests his chin on the top of his son’s head and pulls his fingers through his hair.

The cold sunlight filters through the large windows, reflecting off the white...well, everything, making the whole room feel lifeless.

“I’m scared,” Narya admits softly as his tears begin to recede.

“I know.”

“I want to go home.”

“So do I.” Mairon pretends his voice doesn’t hitch in the middle of the sentence. “So do I.”

He has to blink to keep himself from crying as well.

+

“Atto!”

Celebrimbor perks his ears up at the sound of his only daughter’s voice. He had been beginning to get worried when Mairon’s trip north had begun to stretch on longer and longer with no word of when his return would be. He had taken his leave of Eregion to see if he would see them arrive earlier than

But there was no need to worry - if Nenya was here, so were her brothers and father.

“Atya, Atya!” She comes bursting out of the tree line, Vilya’s hand in hers, and flings herself at Celebrimbor.

Celebrimbor laughs softly. “Happy to see me?”She looks up and Celebrimbor’s face falls to see tear tracks over her grimy face. In fact, they are both in a terrible state, now he gets a better look - their clothes torn and muddy and they are both covered in dirt. “What happened?”

Vilya’s face crumples and he shakes his head, covering his mouth with his hands as he blinks back tears, and Nenya has that stoic look she gets after she’s been crying and is trying to pretend she wasn’t.

He can’t see Mairon or Narya anywhere.

“What happened?” He asks again, a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Where is your father and brother?”

Vilya shakes his head again and sinks into a trembling heap on the floor.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” Celebrimbor says, trying to push away his growing feeling of dread as he falls down to his knees and pulls his son into his arms. “Shh. It’s alright. I’m here now. I’m here and you’re safe.”

He looks up. Nenya stays standing.

She meets his eyes and shakes her head even so slightly. “It was Númenor,” She whispers and swallows, her hands twisting in her skirt.

Celebrimbor shuts his eyes, his stomach dropping, and lets out a ragged breath. There are...a lot of thoughts in his head but he can’t...his children come first.

“Come here Nenya,” He says, his voice somewhat hoarse, and lifts an arm in welcome.

He holds on tight and prays that they are not taken from him too.

#Celebrimbor is going to have such a fun night #I hope this is OK! #Nenya #Vilya #Narya #Celebrimbor #Mairon #Silmarillion #Tolkien #Ring Babies AU #Fanfiction #Fae's Stuff #Prompt #Prompt List 1 #Ask #ibrithir-was-here

[a-contemplation-upon-flowers]

Feanorians at the Beach

↠ Feanor - harassing some poor ship maker to lend him their boats to sail the sea. Burnt their boat and everyone else boats because they refused. -1000000/10 don't take him to the beach unless you want to be arrested.

↠ Maedhros - gave up on attempting to stop his father and company from burning the boats. Ends up tripping over his long limbs and cuts his hand on something sharp. Spends the rest of the day with paramedics. 3/10 at least you'll be spending time with him away from the chaotic family surrounded by antiseptic.

↠ Maglor - came to the beach to unintentionally host a concert. Now, elves and sea folks and the crabs and birds are gathered around him chanting his name for him to stop. 2/10 his voice is fair but we came to the beach to have fun not cry.

↠ Celegorm - doing every dangerous or nearly dangerous activity. like surfing a 200ft wave in a rocky area because YOLO or base jumping without the parachute. He's a terror and was the reason for fights on the beach. Knocked down Caranthir sandcastle and now sports two black eyes. -10/10 if you want to have fun he's your guy but he'll drag you to daredevil stunts, so you'll die.

↠ Caranthir - the normal one out of everyone. Chose to stick with his mother the entire time and sip on his margaritas and build his sandcastles. He did become a bit of a nuisance because he'd walk around and complain about the prices of everything and almost fought with a random person for spilling his drink. 8.5/10 he's not gonna drag you to perform daredevil stunts or start fires, you'll just be chilling the entire time away from everyone.

↠ Curufin - three things he could be doing, helping his father, helping Celegorm trying to kill himself or plotting to get the whole beach to himself and his family. Celegorm ended up helping him and now they're both riding backseat along with their father to spend the night in jail. -1000/10 you're gonna get arrested alongside him. Nothing is gonna go as planned forever.

↠ Amrod - was pranking some poor unfortunate soul and got caught, so he had to hide from them. Unfortunately, hid among the boats and nearly got roasted by his father when he was throwing his hissy fit. 4/10 everything was going great until the prank, don't follow him into hiding unless you like barbeque.

↠ Amras - was pranking alongside his brother and got sidetracked to see what Celegorm and Curufin were doing. Took part in one event and said nope, came back to meet half the beach in flames and his father dancing before the fire. Found his brother medium-rare sitting in the water. 9/10 nothing's gonna happen when you're with him so you're bound to have fun at the beach.

↠ Celebrimbor - was searching the beach and found some shiny objects and decided to make something with them. Along came another seeker who wanted to help him build. Turned out when there were finished the seeker did the whole 'what's over there?' and ran off with the finished product because they wanted it. 4/10 he's great to walk alongside and help collect sparkly things but it's gonna be a whole day event esp if you came for fun.

↠ Nerdanel - tired of everyone's shit and chose to rent a beach house for herself, the person who visits is Caranthir. She sits by the beachfront drinking her margaritas and ignoring everyone because that's tiring. Goes to all the parties the beach is hosting. 100/10 the perfect person to go to the beach with, you're going to have fun and not end up locked away.

⇻ had too much fun with this. (づ￣ 3￣)づ

#silmarillion crack #no one had a great day at the beach except caranthir and nerdanel #silmarillion incorrect quotes #feanor #celegorm #maedhros #maglor #caranthir #curufin #amrod and amras #celebrimbor #nerdanel #crack #silm humor #a-contemplation-upon-flowers🌻