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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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Lúthriel NSFW Alphabet

featuring lúthriel (oc) x reader (?)

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

warning nsfw - 18+ content

a/n lú feels very exposed xD - male and female aspects presents because my girl is a hopless bisexual :)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

it's something Lú takes very seriously. She's loving, sweet and tender — and tells her lover how much she loves them — and how much they mean to her. She likes to cradle and cuddle after sex— and trace their features and kiss all of them gently, she is humming softly while doing so. If they want to be cleaned up — she'll help you do that first thing. Lú will do this after every sex.

B= Body part (their fave body part of theirs and also their partners)

Lú loves her hands and fingers - she loves how much of an effect they can have on her lover. It amazes her so much during the first time and she carefully notes all her lovers soft spots - where it makes them shiver or moan.

She loves her lover's lips - and how good they feel on her skin and her own lips. She tends to arch into them when they are on her

C= Cum (anything to do with cum basically… am a disgusting person)

Lú is open to anything - cumming on her chest or stomach— or back, she. However, she loves the idea of her lover cumming insider her too - she was slightly jealous of Dior and Nimloth and dreamed of having that type of relationship of deep love every since and carry children, she may or may not have a slight breeding kink.

D= Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you have sex before going to an event — or ball — or maybe sneak off for a quickie, Lú will grab her female lover's panties before she even think of So in the event — she can remember what they were doing before — by feeling the material.

Slowly one by one— they'll reappear in her drawer. Sometimes —she keeps them for longer periods of time.

She would not be opposed if her female lover does the same thing - she can be naughty like that

If with a male lover - she loves the idea of her panties been stolen by him.

E= Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

This girl has zero experience - but note Lú has plenty of erotica to know how it works. She was only 36 (and half human) when Doriath fell - she did not really have time to explore into relationships before that.

Because she has zero experience she carefully notes each of her lover's reaction to every thing and anything she does - and thinks of how she came make it better and she does.

F= Favorite position

It really depends - she does love missionary (be it top or bottom - she loves it equally) - but sometimes her insecurities with her eyes can get the best of her, so sometimes she prefers other positions that does not involve eye contact.

G= Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Lú is the type of person that lets out excited or breathless giggles for what is to come. She does not mind a few laughs in the middle of it - but she mostly loves to be in the moment and rathers some dirty talk.

Lots and lots of loving smiles from her too.

H= Hair (how well groomed they're, carpet match the drapeus, etc)

Since she is half-human, she has possible growth of hair, but it is always neatly trimmed and groomed.

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Lú is very intimate and can be a hell of a romantic— skin to skin and sensually kisses and touches. She loves to caress her lover's face and every inch of their body - trace them. Then tangles her legs with theirs.

She is an expert with words and declarations of love - she lowers her voice purposefully sometimes into a whisper with a little note in her voice as she fuels her lover with praises.

J=Jackoff (masturbation headcanon)

Lú does not have a particularly high sex drive, so usually she does not feel the need to - but she is in need she waltz her way to her lover and make her intentions clear. Lú knows what she wants , she knows how to make her lover want it too - with little ministrations as well yes rich words with a flirty tone.

There are some moments that cannot be helped however.

K= Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lú has a few kinks and praise kink is one of them - it really makes her into a shuddering mess. She loves the idea of being blindfolded or blindfolding her lover if they are comfortable - she is not afraid of some light bondage either, just not extremes. Is there such thing as as lingerie? - Well Lú has it, she loves putting herself into lingerie - or her female lover if she is comfortable - to look good for her lover.

Magic kink? She loves adding a touch of her magic into these acts. Like changing the atmosphere of the room - or removing her lover's clothes with a flick of her wrist. Tying her lover's wrists together with soft vines of they are comfortable. Whenever Lú is really feeling safe and enjoying herself - flowers sprout around her and their scents are heavenly, she adores seeing how her lover inhales those scents and the pattern of their breathing.

L= Location (favorite places to do the do)

Oh Lú is open to anything - semi-public, carefully hidden. She loves to mostly leave things to the bedroom, but she does adore the idea of sneaking away from a ball or event for a quickie.

M= Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Her lover in all honesty - it is honestly very easy to turn Lú on. She is motivated in how sexy you can look and how beautiful they look too.

During sex— the moans and whimpers from you really spikes it up too.

N= NO (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Lú doesn't like any sort of blood or knife play— anything that can potentially harm you, she wouldn't do it. The last thing she wants is to accidentally is hurt her lover during an intimate act.

O= Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Lú loves both giving and receiving— she has no preference. But she in on the game of reciprocation— if her lover gave was down on her she’ll eat them out straight after — or blowjob for male lover.

She really doesn't give them the time to settle and quickly pushes them down on the bed and her mouth is instantly on them,— licking, pinching, biting and/or fingering too.

P= Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Lú is into any sort of pace - it really all depends on their moods or what type of situation it is.

Q= Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She loves them - but still prefers proper sex. But the idea of it and doing it, is just so exciting to her.

R= Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

Lú rathers not to take them - especially if they can bring potential harm to either her lover or herself. She doesn't want to experiment with anything that can be dangerous.

S= Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

She has good stamina - but not as much as most elves as she is still half human. She can go for quite a few rounds.

T= Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner of themselves?)

She does not really like the idea of them - but is not opposed to it if her lover wants to try it out on her. She prefers the classic blindfolds and light bondages.

U= Unfair (how much do they like to tease)

Lú can be a tease if she wants too - but she prefers to overstimulate her lover. She loves the idea of her lover being unfair to her too, making her beg - she would try not to give in and act tough but really she will not be able to hold on for long.

V= Volume (how loud are they, what sounds they make)

Lú is quiet but a little loud at the same time. She has the vocals of a nightingale - her moans, gasps whimpers are almost melodic and sweet sounding.

There will a lot of dirty talk from her, but there will be praises falling her lip too. She likes to mix it up, you do not know if she is going to dirty or soft next.

W= Wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Lú has a major insecurity with her heterochromia eyes. She really she does not want to make her lover uncomfortable because of them. Sometimes sweet words about it makes her tear up and she would hesitant in believing them sometimes. It not that Lú does not trust her lover (as this could happen every time they are intimate) it is because she had heard the opposite for so long from every one apart from her family, Lú grew to believe it and it is hard for her to come to terms of her lover - a lot of convincing is needed.

Kiss her eyelids lovingly and Lú would absolutely melt in her lovers arms. It may seem a little odd but it seems so much to her – and she feels so loved and accepted. Lú might get a little emotional and cry a little – she just feels so much and loved.

X= X-ray (let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

She is a C cup with pale pink nipples.

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Lú doesn't have high sex drive, perhaps average or slightly above — she'll really get it going if her lover is being seductive and ready to go.

Z= ZZZ (...how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Lú doesn’t fall asleep quickly – she makes sure her lovers needs are meet and cuddling is there before sh traces their facial features lovingly with a small hum – then falling asleep.

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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Lúthriel Tinuviel

Thank you so much @lycheesodas - for this wonderful art of my dearest Lúthriel (@luthriel-tinuviel)

It is so beautiful - everyone you must commission from them, their art is out of this world! LOOK AT MY GIRL COME TO LIFE

She is my oc – Lúthriel, daughter of Beren and Lúthien.

#Lúthriel #Lúthriel Tinuviel #the silmarillion #the silm oc #daughter of Beren and Lúthien #twin sister of dior #the silm #silmarillion #dior eluchil #doriath #tol galen #my oc #YOU REALLY COULD NOT HAVE PICKED A BETTER TIME - OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ! ! !#IN YOUR FACE ANON XD #LOOK AT MY GIRL BLINKING

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luthriel-tinuviel · 1 year

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Faceclaim for Lúthriel Tinuviel: Bogdana Kadritskaya Edited by @sorisooyaa

#Lúthriel Tinuviel #silm oc #the silmarillion #faceclaim #Bogdana Kadritskaya

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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How Ardently

-ˋˏ ༻❁ characters erestor x lúthriel (my oc), maedhros, maglor, celegorm, @calistefinwe (@aeonianarchives 's oc), caranthir, curufin, ambarussa, nerdanel

-ˋˏ ༻❁ fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

-ˋˏ ༻❁ summary Lú learns an interesting and shocking connection between her lover and best friend requested by my wonderful friend @aeonianarchives

-ˋˏ ༻❁ a/n for content everyone this is based of a roleplay myself and Kaiden is doing - Erestor is Lú's canon love interest, whom we are also basing off as Cara's child - and well you know Dior, Lú's twin, could have possibly killed Cara too (he did in the rp au) and Faeron (who happens to be Cara's twins and one of Lú's best friends whom she lost connection after the ruin of Doriath but found again after Rivendell) had killed Dior too after well witnessing Cara's death - Fae didn't swear the oath btw :) ABSOLUTE CRACK

“It’ll be alright, meleth. . .” Erestor tightened his hold on Lúthriel’s hand – which made her look at him unsurely, but she gave him the most reassuring smile she could muster at the moment. Her nerves were getting the best of her – and she let out a shaking breath.

“Do you really think they’ll approve of me? – After everything my family and your family. . .-”

Lúthriel sighed not knowing how to even begin explaining their situation – it was a type of forbidden love. Erestor belonged to the Nolder family that caused ruin to her home and Lúthriel belonged to the Sindar family were their enemy.

“It was a long time ago.”

Erestor reassured her.

“Besides my uncles had taken in Lord Elrond and King Elros in their days – they raised and protected them. Everything will be fine, dîs nin. . .” (my bride).

He whispered – and tucked a lose strand of her dark hair behind her ear and looking into her green and blue eyes with so much reassurance Lúthriel felt like she was floating.

Lúthriel finally gave him a stern nod – holding her chin high to which Erestor smiled and finally knocked on the door to the banquet hall.

Lúthriel nervously straitened her mother’s hair pin she wore and her dress when the doorknob turned.

To her surprise a tall and freckled woman with bright auburn hair had opened the door. She smiled sweetly at them.

“There you are, come in. They are waiting for you.”

She said opening the door wide for them to enter – Lúthriel didn’t even need to look up but she could already sense many pairs of eyes on her.

“Oh, you have got to be joking me!”

Lúthriel looked up to see one of the silver-haired Feanorians glaring down at her with hatred. The silver eyes of Celegorm bore into her, but Lúthriel didn’t dare, she only glared back at him. She wanted to say something, but she bit down her tongue – Erestor caressed her knuckles hoping to calm her down.

“Tyelko, that’s enough!”

Nerdanel snapped – the fondness in her voice had suddenly disappeared.

Her gazed then shifted to his brother – she nervously avoided eye contact with Erestor’s father, but she smiled to the ellon who stood beside him, Faeron. They put their different aside and saved their friendship through understanding.

Lúthriel felt like she would have done the same thing – so she chose to forgive him and apologized to Faeron on behalf of Dior.

But for some strange reason today – Faeron had her arms crossed and somewhat glaring at her, which only made her frown at him. She silently gave him a questioning look and Faeron raised his sharp eyebrow as her.

Lúthriel was about to speak – but her betrothed beat her to it.

“Well – you have met my grandmother, Nerdanel.”

Erestor said and she smiled warmly at holding nothing by approval and fondness in her eyes for the Sindarin princess, which made her feel a little more at ease.

“And, you know my uncles. . .”

He said very awkwardly – gesturing to Nerdanel’s sons one by one.

“Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm. . . – then there’s Curufin and the Ambarussa. . .”

Lúthriel had been too busy giving Celegorm murderous glares to notice Erestor had introduced Faeron as his uncle. Celegorm had a long line of history with her family – including kidnapping and lusting after beloved mother to a point her mother was almost shuddered in fear at the mention of his name.

She did not feel one bit of remorse when Dior had beheaded – her only pain was seeing Dior had to be one to do it. Seeing her own twin do the kill certainly took a toll on her.

Erestor slowly stood in front of her eye line and gently gestured her to Caranthir.

“My birth father, Caranthir – Morifinwë.”

Lúthriel’s sharp glares suddenly disappeared and she found herself gulping under his dark judgemental gaze. He really wasn’t called ‘Dark Finwë’ for nothing. She wanted to say something but she couldn’t – for the first time in her life she found herself unable to take a stand. This was the father of the ellon she loved, who also happens to be killed by her own twin.

Just when Lúthriel believed it could not get any of dramatic, Erestor finally gestured to the last Feanorian; Faeron or Calistefinwë – whim she thought she knew well enough as one of her best friends now.

“And finally, you know well enough here – Calistefinwë, my adopted father. He raised me.”

Erestor smiled softly at Lúthriel, knowing they were friends – but to his utter surprise Lúthriel looked too shocked, like his adopted father had grown two heads.

“What?!”

She suddenly shrieked – letting go off Erestor’s arm as she broke all proper etiquettes belonging to proper princess, which made Nerdanel throw her head back and laugh.

“I could ask you the same think, Lú! What the actual fuck?!”

Faeron shouted at her.

“You’re asking me that!”

She flared back – the sudden exchange making both Erestor and Caranthir shift unfortunately. Caranthir didn’t know where he stood in all this – it was his first time meeting his son whom he last saw as a toddler and now he was suddenly betrothed to, not only the twin sister of his killer, but she also happened to be a friend of his own twin?

“YES! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BROTHER TO YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME FOR STEALING YOUR NIECE’S KIDS?!”

Faeron shot back.

“Aren’t we the one who took Elrond and Elros?”

Maglor suddenly questioned to Maedhros.

“I think he means after the War of Wrath.”

Maedhros replied – pinching the bridge of nose as their voices raised.

“I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE HIS ADOPTED FATHER, FAE! YOU NEVER TOLD ME!”

Nerdanel looked at them with curious eyes – this was certainly drama at its finest. She did not involve herself, unless another one of her sons chose to intervene.

“Well, this is quite dramatic!”

Celegorm stated – sitting back to enjoy how would this turn out for Lúthien’s daughter.

“Hope it ends terribly for her!”

He said and suddenly getting sharp glares from his non-occupied siblings, bar Curufin who looked like he rather wanted to leave this whole ordeal and meet up with his own son, Celebrimbor. But Celebrimbor purposely chose not to be here – as he still was not ready to come face-to-face with his father, but promised to his first cousin Erestor and Lúthriel in private afterwards.

“So, you’re telling me, if you had known he was my son you wouldn’t have fallen for him?”

Lúthriel let out something in between scoff and a laugh – Erestor looked at her concerned, perhaps a little scared too and Caranthir watched the emotions on Erestor’s face, realizing his features were an awful lot like his own, only missing his ruddy skin – Erestor had his mother’s slightly tanned skin.

“Fae, you know as much as I do how love works – it has no boundaries. I fell in love with him, even knowing he was a Feanorian, what makes you think I wouldn’t have fallen for him when knowing he was your son too!”

Lúthriel told him with a stern voice, making Nerdanel smirk – the more she saw this Sindarin elleth the more she approved her. Lúthriel reminded of herself, stubborn and won’t back down easily – and for Feanorian someone like that simply needed.

“Now, all I am asking you is for your blessing for your son and I, is that so hard?”

Lúthriel stated dramatically.

The Ambarussa came to sit beside their mother.

“How did see not know Erestor was adopted by her friend?”

Armod asked and Nerdanel chuckled.

“This is you brother Telpërinisquar we are talking about! When has he made it easy to understand and perhaps it never came up until now.”

Nerdanel replied with a shrug – fondly using the name she has given Faeron.

“Yes, it is hard! It’s you, you of all people with my son. MY SON.”

Caranthir then tried to say something – however it went in one ear and out the other.

“He’s actually my son, you know? Eve though you raised him. . .”

But Faeron paid no heed to his twin and shouted.

“LÚ YOU’RE CRAZY!”

“I don’t think we should keep talking about this. . .”

Erestor tried to say as he looked around the room with a sigh – certainly this wasn’t how he hoped it would go. His uncle Maedhros and Maglor looked like the were used to something like this – but it not mean they enjoyed it.

“Oh please, Fae! How am I crazy for falling in love? It is not like I fell in love with an orc! Besides! You always encouraged to try and court and fall in love!”

That middle sentence made Erestor raise an eyebrow at Lúthriel.

“Seriously?”

He questioned.

“Shh! Not now!”

She snapped at him.

“He is an orc when it comes to you and I never said my own son you missed the assignment!”

Faeron snapped suddenly – making Erestor look at him unbelievably. Both Erestor and Caranthir let out an offended scoff at the same – Caranthir somewhat smilrd at his son noticing he had some of his habits even though he did not raise him.

“How? How did miss it? You were specific Fae! You said I should date anyone! Anyone! Be it maiar, ellon or elleth! Erestor is an ellon!”

Lúthriel shot back.

“I thought you would know my son wouldn’t be part of ANYONE!”

Faeron shouted.

Every one in the room looked at one another awkwardly – this clearly wasn’t ending any time soon. However, Nerdanel still watched on making no move to end this – she clearly knew what was happening and perhaps that’s why no one chose to move.

“Excuse me! You make it sound like I was some sort of witch that wrongfully seduced your son!”

Lúthriel was not going to back down out of this – and Erestor regretted on telling her beforehand. He thought both of them would have been excited to know.

“Knowing your part maia.”

Faeron muttered.

“AND YOU'RE MARRIED TWO MAIAR - NEED I REMIND YOU ?!”

“He’s my son, his actual father is my twin here– what would he think of you worth his son!”

Faeron snapped – making Caranthir turn red as he was unexpectedly mentioned.”

“Can’t you are friends with the twin of my killer.”

Caranthir muttered to Faeron with small glare.

“She is friends with the killer of her own twin”

Faeron muttered back.

“Doesn’t make it any better”

Caranthir replied to his twin.

“To be honest it happened before your death I was pissy for a while and then friends again”

Faeron explain easily.

“Loving this family drama we have going on here!”

Celegorm decided to comment.

“Oh shut up, you are cause most of it most of the time!”

Faeron snapped at him.

“Are we done here? Can we get the blessings we came here for?”

Lúthriel spoke again – raising her eyebrow.

“No you are not getting any blessings from me!”

Faeron erupted.

“Ada. . .” (dad).

Erestor tried to intervene then – too shocked by Faeron’s behavior. He really wanted to pull the both them into another room and demand to stop this – but knowing his own stubborn lover and an even more stubborn father it wouldn’t be that simple.

His eyes twitched as he felt a headache coming on.

“How the hell not?”

Lúthriel suddenly cursed – surprising everyone in the room.

Armas chuckled.

“Nolder or not, I actually like her!”

He said – making faeron snapped his eyes at him.

“Don’t encourage her. And you know exactly why, Lú!”

He spoke to the both of them at the same time.

“Do you know how much trouble you have caused me?!”

He asked her.

“Yes you! - I do that on purpose! Not with Erestor!”

She smirked and leaned on Erestor again – hugging his arm and Erestor sighed in exhaustion.

“You are nothing but trouble did Ranya curse me to deal with you! I swear he may of done!”

Faeron questioned – referring to one of the Mandos’ horsemen; the youngest brother of his beloved.

“Maybe, so you going to give us your blessing now?”

The elleth smirked.

“If you are a curse, I will exercise you with exorcism!”

“I am no curse, Fae! JUST GIVE US YOUR BLESSING!! WE DONT HAVE ALL DAY”

Lúthriel exclaimed, throwing her hands.

“Then no. No blessing for you. You rush me to much and will be even more of a pain in the ass if i give it to you”

Faeron said – brushing her off.

“So no blessing?”

Lúthriel grumbled under her breath – Erester sighed out loud again and looking away to the side. He really regretted not telling either of them.

He debated whoever or not just leave them be – but they had promised to never walk put on each other. Erestor would break her heart if you would do such a thing.

“Yes none! No blessing and no other one of his fathers to get it from.”

“BUT IT IS WRONG TO GET MARRIED WITHOUT BLESSINGS!”

Lúthriel tried to explain – reaching to a point she was almost desperate and this would be the one time she would be doing for Erestor’s sake.

“I am saving my son from a life with maiar and a pain in the ass won't shut up. Half elf who always believes she is right and doesn't take a no as an answer, and is quite frankly reckless and will never listen, unless, it is to help with something she asked for help with and it is not saying something going against.”

Lúthriel let out something in between a scoff and a laugh as she said so – while his words somewhat stung, there was nothing he could or anyone could throw at her that would make her leave Erestor. Unless it was Erestor himself.

“Telpërinisquar!”

Now Nerdanel chose to step in – unsure what exactly her so was planning– calling him sternly by the name chosen by her.

But Faeron only send her a gaze – silently asking his beautiful mother wait, though he knew the impatience was starting to get the better of her.

“Fine! So be it! We do not need your blessing! We shall do this ourselves Fae! I will show I can make an excellent lover and wife to your son – I WILL SHOW YOU!”

Lúthriel chose to say and took Erestor’s hand again – she almost sighed out in relief as he held her tightly.

Even Erestor seemed to shocked by Faeron’s response and he hoped to have his birth father’s approval, but Caranthir only stood there looking with a frown on his eyes as if he was deep in thought.

“i was hoping you would say that, I would hate if my son chooses a push over, like i know you have been so many times before, but step out of line and you are ending up like your brother!”

Faeron finally said and delivered with a massive grin.

Lúthriel gaped at him for second her eyes widening – she decided to have him a murderous gaze and whacked Faeron’s shoulder.

“You little-”

She screamed – but Erestor immediately grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back, holding her back from attacking his father.

“Really?! You had be scared, Ada!”

Faeron rolled his eyes and muttered about taking the blessing away – and Lúthriel only retorted back with:

“You can’t take away a gift!”

“I can and I will – besides you should have known I would do this after all that training I gave you back in Doriath.”

But Lúthriel only muttered something incoherent under her breath and crossed her arms.

“Well – if that is all let me get the dinner out and so we can finally eat!”

Nerdanel announced going into the kitchen – Maglor willingly followed.

Lúthriel was about to as well – but not before whispering to Faeron and Erestor.

“Can I poison Celery’s food?”

Which Caranthi happened to overhear and he raised and eyebrow. Before Faeron would answer, the eldest twin answered first.

“Any other time, I probably would have said yes – but we promised our mother not to upset her this evening.”

Lúthriel sighed with a fine and walked herself over to the kitchen.

The food was sound with the help of Lúthriel and Nerdanel smiled at her gratefully. As they sat to eat – Nerdanel stirred away from hurtful topics with a stern voice and sharp glare to any one of her sons and the entire time Erestor held Lúthriel’s hand underneath the table. . . Never letting go.

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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Erestor and Lúthriel

Thank you again to the wonderful @windrelyn of my dearest Lú (@luthriel-tinuviel) and her canon love interest - who's but of course Erestor, who else did you think it would be ;)

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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I’ve got you, Brother

featuring lúthriel (oc) x family

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

angst pure angst - the story of lú surviving the kinslaying, blood - canon characters deaths

a/n am hoping y'all like this and my precious lú

Lúthriel watched in horror as her brother picked up his sword – definite on fighting the Feanorians.

“Dior. . .”

She cried to call after him – desperately.

There was still time to fix this – still time to stop the kinslaying and create fairness from both sides.

“Gwanunig, stop this! Please! – This is wrong!” (Twin).

She shouted out desperately as she ran after him. Her legs were shaking – her breaths came out in small pants because of her fear.

“And, why is it?”

He shouted turned – shouting at her with venom in his voice.

For a second – Lúthriel stepped back, surprised by her twin’s behaviour, shocked would a better word. Right now – she did not see Dior, the twin she was born with or grew up, or shared fond memories, laughter, joy or cries. Every thing has been shred into pieces. So –instead she an obsession and a greed as if it were a person.

His eyes twitched – glaring at her with annoyance and hatred, it stung her heart. Dior never looked at her like before – there was never an ill emotion in his blue eyes. Even in the past whenever they had argued over nauglamír – specifically the silmaril, there was never these emotions.

There was shouting and arguments from both sides – even with Nimloth, his wife and Lúthriel’s sister in law – he never casted an ill emotion to cause hurt to one another.

“Dior, gwanunig – you know this is wrong. We shouldn’t become like this. The silmaril-”

“Are you siding with the enemy, Lúthriel?”

Lúthriel blinked in shocked as he hissed out her name. She frowned as she looked at her twin brother.

“Why would you think that?”

She shouted, there was a crack in her voice – hurt he would come to that conclusion.

“Then why are you so insistent – on returning this family’s Nauglamír to the enemy?”

His voice started low – before it raised at the end with roaring shout and it make her terrible and take another step back.

Lúthriel gasped and she looked at the unrecognizable ellon in front of her.

“This isn’t about the Nauglamír, but the silmaril – the one the Feanorians isn’t afraid to spill blood to take it-”

“The silmaril is part of the Nauglamír!”

Lúthriel let out a desperate cry as Dior did not understand her reasonings – there was a silent humorless chuckle from as her it reminded the elleth of the days she once argued with their grandfather Thingol about the silmaril.

Wasn’t Dior there for that? – How could he understand her reasonings then, but not now?

“Dior-”

“Do you even care for our parents Lúthriel?”

That question made Lúthriel’s breath catch her throat. She looked at him hurt and confusion – her heart clenched inside at the question and the tone of his voice, as if he was questioning a traitor.

“W-what. . .?”

Her voice carried her hurt – a single tear falling from her right hazel eye, the one she shared with Beren.

“The Nauglamír belongs to my parents! –Their memories live within in and I will not give it away!”

Lúthriel watched silently as Dior referred to their parents as only his – than theirs. Her heart clenching painfully tight inside her chest with each passing second.

Dior let out mocking laugh and shook his head.

“I thought you of all people, would have respected mother and father. . . Given that you were born immortal!”

He muttered in distaste and left her there.

Lúthriel knee’s shook and she suddenly crashed to the ground – the pain inside her making it impossible to stand upright.

Dior was right – she was born immortal and because of her powers preventing her from sailing West she most likely would never see them again. . . and now her own twin was questioning her affection and loyalty towards Lúthien and Beren, their parents.

In the distant – she could hear Nimloth shouting and screaming at Dior, yet still she chose to stand by him and fight, perhaps as a wife and mother, it was the only thing she can do, she thought.

But Lúthriel stayed put as silent heartbroken tears – she didn’t cry out. There was no sound from her, perhaps it was because of the shock – maybe it hadn’t fully registered to her head. . . or maybe it had and she did not what to believe anymore. . .

What were you to do when your own sibling, your own twin – whom was your best friend suddenly questioned your loyalty towards your parents. . .how were you supposed to respond to that. . .?

Lúthriel didn’t know how long she sat there – unmoving and unthinking. . . but she suddenly jolted up as the blood curdling scream of her sister in law echoed through the halls fallowed by the desperate cry of Elwing.

“Nana!” (Mom!).

With a sudden gasp for air – Lúthriel lifted herself off the ground and ran towards the screams.

“Nimloth! Elwing!”

She cried out – running through the long hall as fast at her feet could take her.

Lúthriel cried out in horror as she witnessed Nimloth slain on the ground – blooding out and staring at her with lifeless eyes.

“Nim. . .?”

She called – sitting beside the elleth she came to see so dearly as a sister.

“I am so sorry. . .”

Lúthriel cried – shaking her head and gently closing Nimloth’s eyes. She looked around worriedly as she saw no sign of her dear niece.

“I promise – I will give every thing in my power to save your children. . .even if it means my death.”

She whispered a promise as she held Nimloth’s hand for the last time.

Lúthriel then – quickly got up and searched for her dearest niece and nephews, dodging every sword that came her and knocking out anyone who stood in her path.

Her feet took her – it was as if she did not have any control over them or maybe they were trying to take her somewhere she desperately needed to be.

“Elwing!”

She called out – trying to find her. Lúthriel could have sworn she heard her. . .

“Elw-”

Lúthriel’s call was cut short as show a flash of a sword from the corner of her eyes – she turned just in time to see her twin beheading a ner of the Feanorians. The light-colored hair of silver. . .Celegorm?

She watched in horror; frozen in shock as he was beheaded through Dior’s hands – himself covered in blood with a madness in his eyes she had never seen. His hands trembled but he didn’t stop as another came forward to avenge Feanorian’s death.

Every cell in her body was unmoving it seems – was Lúthriel stood there unmovingand unblinking, perhaps even unbreathing as she watched Dior kill every one that came up against him.

This. . . – this wasn’t Dior. . . he w-wouldn’t kill. . . he wouldn’t. . .

Lúthriel took a step forward – foolishly thinking he would stop now if she pulled away from this.

But Dior was suddenly attacked – all the air left her lungs and her eyes widened as he fell to fall in agony, his back to her – never knowing she witnessed it.

Lúthriel couldn’t move as her eyes unbelieving watched as Dior fall – mortally wounded; he would no survive. She couldn’t even shout nor scream like she desperately wanted to – her body cruelly stayed there unmoving, not listening to commands she wanted it to follow.

It was when Dior laid on the ground unmoving did she realize – a part of herself died as well. . .her twin died and she felt it. . . felt it rippling through in shock and she wasn’t able to move because of that. . .

Lúthriel was felt to cruelly feel this death and stand unable to do anything – only witness it. . .

It wasn’t until something small and sharp spin through and cut the air – just narrowly messing the nerve to her neck was she finally about to break out of it.

She screamed through her gritted teeth as she held the side of neck – feeling a warm liquid until it and her hand.

When a dragger landed near her feet – she knew. . .

Lúthriel then desperately ran towards Dior lifelessly figure.

“Dior!”

She was finally able to sob out and she crashed to her knees beside him – shaking him to desperately to wake.

“No no! Please! Dior!”

Lúthriel cried out as she gathered his body into her arms and cradled him – like he did with her when the news of their parents’ death came.

Tears streamed down her face her like river and her whole body ached from her violent sobs that wreaked through her. She screamed out desperately remembered how he promised to only leave her only he was well into his 100s – but now he laid her dead in her arms when they were only 36.

“No! Please. . .”

Lúthriel felt something forging inside her – her emotions were circulating out of control as grief and pain overtook her. Something began to spiral out of control from deep inside her heart and the sounds of footsteps approaching her armed and ready to kill did not help it.

Instead – Lúthriel gazed into the sky, her body arched and let out scream that echoed through the forest as a huge surge of her powers flew out from insider her attacking every one within sights and knocking them off their feet and be thrown out from it.

Some unfortunate enough to die from the sudden attack of her powers – hitting themselves fast and hard against the walls or tree or landing on upturned weapons – an instant fall to death.

The sudden surge of her powers travelled throughout Menegroth and faded into forests of Doriath the effect there not as strongly as in the center of the city.

Once the large surge of her powers finally left – she hugged her lifeless twin – crying as she realized she not see him again. . . not unless these powers could be extracted from her and she could gain mortality. . .

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Lúthriel Tinuviel

Faceclaim for Lúthriel Tinuviel: Bogdana Kadritskaya Edited by @sorisooyaa

#Lúthriel Tinuviel #silm oc #the silmarillion #faceclaim #Bogdana Kadritskaya

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AU/Canon Divergence Friendly - RULES

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FICS/HEADCANONS: I’ve got you, Brother | I’ll Be Your Light (Lúthriel x @vanifinwe-feanorian) | How Ardently (Lúthriel x Erestor) | Sleeping Beauty AU (Lúthriel x Vanifinwë) | Lúthriel NSFW Alphabet

NAME: Lúthriel Tinuviel

MEANING: lútha - to enchant, tinuviel - nightingale (named after her mother)

REASON: Her eyes are made to enchant according to her mother - her singing is as beautiful as her mother's according to her father.

NICKNAMES: Lú, princess, snowdrop

GENDER: Female

BIRTH DATE: F.A. 470

BIRTHPLACE: Tol Galen

ORDER OF BIRTH: Born 12 minutes after her twin brother

HOUSE: House of Bëor, distaff descent from House of Thingol

HERITAGE: Heritage Mannish father, half-Elf/half-Maia mother

PARENTAGE: Beren and Luthien

SIBLINGS: Twin sister to Dior Eluchil

POWERS: Controls the forest and reading stars for incoming danger

SOCIAL CLASS: Wealthy, Princess, later loses her home. Eventual advisor to Elrond in Rivendell.

FACECLAIM: Bogdana Kadritskaya

VISUAL AGE: Mid 20's (immortal)

HEIGHT: 6’3

BUILD: Lean, Lithe

RACE/ETHNICITY: Sindar

EYE SHAPE: Almond

EYE COLOR: hazel/green (right eye), blue (left eye) - heterochromia

HAIR COLOR: black - left down, sometimes ties the sides to keep hair away from her face.

HAIR STYLE: freely left down most of the time — sometimes ties the fronts to leave hair away from her face

DISTINGUISHING MARKS/FEATURE: her eyes

SKIN: fair, slightly sensitive

HANDS: small, slim fingers, squoval nails

SCARS: a long hyperpigmented scar on her neck she gained when escaping the ruin of Doriath.

TYPES OF CLOTHES: mostly velvety light flowy hooded dresses - e.g one - dark in color like navy or dark purple

WHAT ARE THEIR FEET LIKE: boots or clean slippers, but does enjoy walking barefoot in the forest and grassy fields a lot - it's her way of connecting with nature.

MANNERISMS: Has a stubborn look with narrowed eyes when angry - also balls her fists until her nails are digging into her palms.

MULTISHIP: Yes

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

LIKES: books, family, exploring the forest and stars, archery, singing, enjoys writing poetry, play fights (especially with Dior), lawfully good personalities, red wine.

DISLIKES: her eyes (sometimes), unmoral, immorality, arguments (with Dior especially - or another loved one).

FEARS: The inevitable losing of her family, losing control of her powers because of her strong emotions, orcs, oath-blinded Feanorians.

LITERATURE: Romance novels and poetry.

MOST PRIZED TREASURE: The half star necklace she shares with Dior.

FAVORTIE COLOR AND WHY: Green because symbolizes aspirations, resumption, and peace - also because it's the color of nature.

FAVORED EXPLETIVES: Oh my Stars! Eru give me patience!

HOBBIES: singing, poetry, reading, listening to the sounds of the forest - it's relaxing for her.

FAVORITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY: When she received the half-star necklace she can share with her twin or her any picnics she had with her family in Tol Galen.

LEAST FAVORITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY: Lú's least favorite memory when she dreamt of losing her family - but later when she was safely tucked in her father's arms, she realized she was safe with them and it made her happy - her emotions are linked her magic, so it caused flowers to bloom inside their home. It was also the first time everyone realized she was born with magic - but also a time Melian had realized Lú was born to be an immortal.

(Lú's first memory was from when she was a little elfling. She had woken up from a terrible nightmare - Beren instantly took her into his arms, while Lúthien attended Dior who had woken up from his twin's cries. She fell asleep on his chest and Beren had to hold her for the whole night - she was too afraid to let him go. The next morning everyone had woken up to see flowers blooming inside their home).

PERSONAL TRIGGERS: reminders of the losses of her family - the ruin of Doriath, running into the forest barefoot hoping to save her nephews. Battle and blood.

WHAT ARE PHRASES OR WORDS THEY OVER USE: Eru give me patience!

ARE THEY OPTIMISTIC OR PESSIMISTIC: Optimistic in Tol Galen and before the ruin of Doriath. Pessimistic and in depression afterwards until she reaches Rivendell.

WHAT MAKES THEN LAUGH OUT LOUD: Anything hilariously stupid done by her friends or the twins before the ruin of Doriath. Afterwards she doesn't tend to laugh even if something seems funny a small smile is the most you get from her.

HOW DO THEY DISPLAY AFFECTION: Words of affirmation, acts of service - and physical touch (when a romantic relationship).

STRONGEST CHARACTER TRAIT: Compassion, fair.

WEAKEST CHARACTER TRAIT: Stubbornness, jealousy (she already lost so many people in her life she easily gets jealous. But it is not toxic, she tries subtle ways to get her lover's attention back. Little puffing, shifting from one foot to the other; after some time even step closer to her beloved or link arms with them— this is when she feels a little insecure and starts comparing herself to the other person). Has Thingol’s temperament for sure (but denies it).

GREATEST FEAR: Losing yet another loved one.

WHAT DO THEY CONSIDER AN OVERRATED VIRTUE: Solemnity.

IF THEY COULD CHANCE ONE THING ABOUT THEMSELVES, WHAT WOULD IT BE: Her eyes - she hates it at times some people think they are too strange and she grows to dislike them. Her family was the only ones loved them - she has yet to meet someone who loved her eyes like they did. Her powers - they are the one thing stopping her from sailing west and giving up her immortality , times when she feels alone and lost after the ruin of Doriath she wishes she didn't have these powers and can freely sail west.

Song: Dynasty by MIIA, Lovely by Billie Eilish, and Arcade (Loving You Is A Losing Game) by Duncan Laurence ft. Fletcher are songs that can describe Lú's life.

Smell: she prefers to wear perfume that smells like lilies and snowdrops.

PARENTS (Beren and Lúthien):

Lúthriel and her parents have a great relationship. They both encourage her to take her powers to the fullest but also be careful how she wishes to use them. Luthien and Beren always gave a talk with Dior and her — considering their future and gifted them small necklace that can be connected together to make a whole star Lúthriel and Dior always had it with them and they never took it off — even after Dior's death she always keeps it as her most prized treasure. Beren would always tell Lúthriel to use her powers for good — and try to help those in need — like how Luthien saved him. Luthien would always encourage not her to be never dishearted because her parents and brother are mortal and tell her she was made to be immortal for a reason and she must fulfill it.

DIOR (Twin):

Dior and her are very close — they have each other's backs. She trusts him with almost anything. He's always the one protecting her if seome ever said anything bad about her 2 different colored eyes. She spend countless nights crying to him about it. She feared no one would ever love her because she's so different from others. He's actually the first she told and she thinks she's bi. Their relationship however strained a little — when the silmaril came into Dior's hands.

Since she's immortal because of her inherited powers — most of the time Dior and her, try not to argue and cause strain on their relationship. Instead encourage each other to the fullest.

She stays with her parents for a few years — then travels to Doriath to stay with him afterwards. She's really hates separating with anyone — especially family. But Beren, especially — tells her to stay with her twin because one day she will regret not having all the time spent with him. Both their parents know how much the twins mean to each other — so they rather them be together than separates. I like to describe Dior and Lúthriel as like two bright stars on each side (north and south) shining as much as the other — providing so much light.

Herself and Dior shares a special bond like that — and either of them can tell if the other is feeling upset or unwell. They can't hide anything from each other.

NIMLOTH (SISTER-IN-LAW):

Lúthriel didn't know how to feel about her at first — but then she saw Nimloth was kind and loved Dior. So she wished them a bright future and was happy for her brother. She only wishes she can find a love like theirs too

ELWING, ELURÉD, ELURÍN (NIECE AND NEPHEWS):

She's a great aunt— always up to mischief with her nephews and niece. She's the type of a aunt that gives them goodies even if they are grounded — so you can imagine how much they love her. She always showed them her powers ,— little things like growing flowers or strengthening trees.

THINGOL (Grandfather):

Her relationship with Thingol is very strained because of the silmaril. From an young age Lúthriel could always tell the silmaril was bad news. She always could get a strong dark vibe from it. She never understood what good it brought. She had multiple arguments with Thingol as she grew up — but knowing he was still her grandfather matter what she still respected to him to an extend.

MELIAN (Grandmother):

She definitely closer with Melian. Melian understood her views — she was always the one that helped Lúthriel calm down after than argument with Thingol.

CANON LOVE INTEREST:

Erestor — Chief Councilor and Librarian of Imladris - former warrior in Eregion

MCU AU LOVE INTEREST: Loki — god of mischief and lies.

ROLEPLAY LOVE INTERESTS (in different AUs):

@vanifinwe-feanorian — 8th Fëanorian and Daughter of Fëanor

Wielding her Magic:

She can wield magic — she can command the forest to her will and she can read into the pattern of the stars — to tell if any danger is incoming.

Melian and Luthien both tried helping her hone in her powers— but soon they and her learnt it was better if she was self-taught as her powers has almost a mind of its own — and she needed to harness them on it on her own. They were still on the sidelines encouraging and giving her advice. It's through their encouragement she developed.

However, there was a lot of mishaps along the way — Dior sometimes still tease her about it. - She almost hit Thingol in the head with a branch once and another time she accidentally hung her father downside on a tree.

During the time Dior was in possession of the silmaril - their relationship was strained and she did not spot the oncoming danger. She felt at fault for the death of her twin and sister-in-law, she hugged his lifeless body - crying her heart out. She connected their half necklaces one last time and set out to find her nephews - because her niece thankfully escaped - the pattern of the stars told her, Elured and Elurin was in greater danger. Due to the heartache of her twin brother's death - it was hard for her to locate her nephews - she was exhausted and tired. She crashed in woods and cried out to the forest to save them - in canon tradition among the Nandor of Ossiriand held that they were led to the safety of the woodlands by birds and beasts and thereby survived - for my oc this was caused by her powers - she knew they survived but never found them again.

#lúthriel #Lúthriel Tinuviel #daughter of beren and luthien #silmarillion oc #the silmarillion

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#roleplay blog #Lúthriel Tinuviel #lúthriel #silmarillion oc #daughter of beren and luthien

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NAME: Lúthriel Tinuviel

MEANING: lútha - to enchant, tinuviel - nightingale (named after her mother)

REASON: Her eyes are made to enchant according to her mother - her singing is as beautiful as her mother's according to her father.

GENDER: Female

BIRTH DATE: F.A. 470

BIRTHPLACE: Tol Galen

ORDER OF BIRTH: Born 12 minutes after her twin brother

HOUSE: House of Bëor, distaff descent from House of Thingol

HERITAGE: Heritage Mannish father, half-Elf/half-Maia mother

PARENTAGE: Beren and Luthien

SIBLINGS: Twin sister to Dior Eluchil

POWERS: Controls the forest and reading stars for incoming danger

VISUAL AGE: Mid 20's (immortal)

EYE COLOR: hazel (right eye), blue (left eye) - heterochromia

HAIR COLOR: black - left down, sometimes ties the sides to keep hair away from her face.

SKIN COLOR: fair

MULTISHIP: Yes

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

LIKES: books, family, exploring the forest and stars, archery, singing, enjoys writing poetry, play fights (especially with Dior), lawfully good personalities, red wine.

DISLIKES: her eyes (sometimes), unmoral, immorality, arguments (with Dior especially - or another loved one).

FEARS: The inevitable losing of her family, losing control of her powers because of her strong emotions.

MOST PRIZED TREASURE: The half star necklace she shares with Dior.

PARENTS (Beren and Lúthien):

DIOR (Twin):

Since she's immortal because of her inherited powers — most of the time Dior and her, try not to argue and cause strain on their relationship. Instead encourage each other to the fullest.

Herself and Dior shares a special bond like that — and either of them can tell if the other is feeling upset or unwell. They can't hide anything from each other.

NIMLOTH (SISTER-IN-LAW):

ELWING, ELURÉD, ELURÍN (NIECE AND NEPHEWS):

THINGOL (Grandfather):

MELIAN (Grandmother):

She definitely closer with Melian. Melian understood her views — she was always the one that helped Lúthriel calm down after than argument with Thingol.

Wielding her Magic:

She can wield magic — she can command the forest to her will and she can read into the pattern of the stars — to tell if any danger is incoming.

#Lúthriel Tinuviel #silmarillion #silmarillion oc #my oc #eunoiawrites #daughter of beren and luthien #dior eluchil #beren and luthien

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