#Silmo

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Courtship with: Ómar (Amilo) | Salmar | Nielíquie | Silmo | Tevildo | Makar| Meássë | Lúsion | Telimektar Aluin | Nornorë | Fanuin | Ranuin | Danuin | Ilinsor x Reader

This one did my head in quite a bit, but I hope you all enjoy reading them

Warnings - Mentions of: Alcohol | Thralldom | Sparring | Intimidation (towards others) | Marking | Jealousy | Death

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Ómar (Amilo) | Salmar: Courtship with them means outings to watch Valmar’s finest musicians and poets and storytellers put on plays, poetry recitals, and symphonies beneath the stars, or visits to Tol Eressëa. They would wine you, dine you, and shower you with unsolicited compliments on how wonderful you look and how grateful they are to have you. They are also quite good when it comes to listening and will cheer you on when you are in need of it.

Neither Salmar nor Ómar are prone to jealousy and will think nothing of your interactions with famous elves and Ainur greater than even them. Trust is an important quality to them, and they will show you that they trust you implicitly.

Salmar would seat you beneath the golden leaves of Laurelin and serenade you with a melody he composed himself. Or he would take you to the shores of Tol Eressëa, so the two of you could explore its beaches, keep a watch for the whales that pull Ulmo’s chariot to the surface, or sit still and listen to the sounds of the Ulumúri.

Ómar will often read to you or teach you a new language. To encourage you to learn more and for the both of you to enjoy the experience, he would arrange little scavenger hunt-type games all over his manse and the gardens where you have to interpret words and clues correctly in order to win the game.

Gifts from them usually come in the form of little music boxes that play sweet songs when you wind them or poetry and songs that have been composed in your honor.

Nielíquie | Silmo: Courtship with them is playful, light, and full of mischief. They would take you on long, leisurely walks all over the forest of Oromë or the Gardens of Lórien, or invite you to picnics beneath the canopy of a large tree, or, in Nielíquie’s case, tea in the tree-propped halls she calls home.

Silmo would bring you bouquets full of flowers found only in the Gardens, and prepare for you little treats using herbs and fruits found there. Other times, he would take you to search for rare moths and butterflies that call the Gardens their home. And other times, games of hide and seek beneath the stars.

Nielíquie would prepare for you meals from her father’s kitchens, and the two of you would play with the hunting dogs that often hang around the feasting hall. Sometimes she would invite you to climb onto the thick branches of the trees that grow in every hall, so that two of you could talk or silently watch the others as they went about their day. Other times, she would gift you rare feathers, shells, and bones for you to wear on your clothes or fix to your hair. If she gets in the mood for it, she will carve little trinkets for you out of wood.

Silmo and Nielíquie are two of the most affectionate Ainur, so expect lots of hugs, kisses, and cuddles, especially when you are least expecting it. Trust is just as important to them, but Silmo might become a bit playful about it and tease you about the elf or the ainu that tried to flirt with you.

Tevildo: Courtship with him almost always includes an elaborate feast, one that he prepared with his own hands. Tevildo knows how to set a tasty table, and the food and drink are both plentiful and to your liking.

He can be exceedingly generous if he likes you, often presenting you with gifts that he knows are suited to your interests. Sometimes these gifts are priceless jewels and trinkets that one would never see in one’s lifetime. Other times, he would command his thralls to wait on you, hand on foot, while he is away. And there are other times where he will craft little trinkets himself, usually jewel encrusted collars you could wear around your throat.

Tevildo prefers open and polyamorous relationships to monogamous ones, so you would have to be willing to accept such an arrangement if he pursues you. However, if you do capture his particular attention, he will become exceedingly jealous, openly declaring that you are one of his chosen companions and marking you as his so the others will know to leave you alone. He would even kill someone if they dared to show anything other than an innocent interest in you.

Makar| Meássë | Lúsion | Telimektar: These Ainur are not the most expressive when it comes to tender words, the giving of gifts, acts of service, or quality time itself, so they make up for the lack by being physical with hugs, hand holding, and acts of intimacy.

Courtship with them means outings to the arena to watch athletes spar against each other, or them, if they are challenged. Courtship with them also means dancing, play fighting or learning a new sport together. Lúsion and Telimektar are elegant dancers, while Makar and Meássë prefer sparring to gliding across a dance floor. Still, they would make the effort for your sake, and the night will either end up with you being left breathless and giddy (if you’re dancing with Lúsion and Telimektar) or reduced to fits of giggles along with your partner (if you’re dancing with Makar and Meássë).

Activities such as hiking, archery, and horseback riding will occupy the majority of their time with you. They will teach you if you are a beginner, or use the need to teach as an excuse to be near you.

Jealousy is a common trait for all of them. If they see someone besides them getting too close to you, they will walk up to you and your new acquaintance and introduce themselves. Given their reputation as fierce warriors, putting the fear of Eru into the mind of your new acquaintance and sending them running is nothing for them. What gifts they do give you are simple but well made. Leather bracelets, steel jewelry, and, if you have an interest in them, finely forged weapons.

Aluin | Nornorë | Fanuin | Ranuin | Danuin : These Ainur do not have much time for their partners or even themselves due to the duties they have been charged with, but they go over and beyond when they get the opportunity to do so. Courtship with them often means being whisked away to Ilmarin or the Timeless Halls themselves for these meetings.

Nornorë is often away due to his role as a herald for the Elder King, so when the chance to call on you presents itself, he prefers to take you to Ilmarin. There, the two of you could go to the highest window of the highest tower and watch the stars while clouds swirl beneath the gates of the lofty halls. He would lead you to a little room so the two of you could eat and spend time with each other, or he would stay with you at the base of Taniquetil, taking you around the city the Vanyar built for themselves. Other times, he would write beautiful letters and send them to you when duty keeps him away. His gifts are always uncommon things he finds when he has to travel all over Valinor and Middle-Earth to carry out his duties.

Aluin, Fanuin, Ranuin, and Danuin are, more often than not, away in the Timeless Halls. It is a place full of mystery and wonder, and you are the only outsider permitted to enter it. What free time they have would be devoted entirely to you. They would enchant their own chambers to mimic your favorite time of the day, the season, or the year. Their gifts vary, from bejeweled sun dials or sand clocks, silver stars or golden sun pendants, gems that look like leaves or snowflakes, to beautifully painted maps of Eä.

Jealousy is not always a problem with them, but they may take it into their head to remind you who you belong to if they find someone else trying to become too friendly with you.

Ilinsor: Before the destruction of the trees, Ilinsor would often call on you. After the Two Trees were destroyed and he was charged with guiding the moon, Ilinsor could no longer come to Valinor. It is as hard for him as it is for you, but he still finds a way to see you, often visiting you in your dreams by making the most out of Ósanwe. Through these means, he can recreate all sorts of wonderful scenes to spend time with you, whether it be a beach at twilight or forests bathed in bright sunlight.

He cannot send you gifts himself, so he often calls on Nornorë's aid for this purpose. Letters, poems, and bejeweled gifts are the order of the day, for he loves to spoil you. Ilinsor can become extremely jealous as well, for he is so far away from you. He would ask you to wear a special locket around your neck so that rivals for your affections would see it and look elsewhere for a companion.

tags: @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese

#bookoflosttalesmonth #the book of lost tales #the valar #the ainur #Ómar (Amilo) #Salmar #Nielíquie #silmo #tevildo #Makar #Meássë #Lúsion #Telimektar #Aluin #Nornorë #Fanuin #Ranuin #Danuin #x reader #reader insert

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

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My @gatesofsummerexchange gift for @wonderwafles, I hope you enjoy, and sorry for posting a little late! Merry solstice everyone, try not to destroy any cities!

When is the sun not the sun? When is a child and sibling and lover and friend turned to a stranger? When is a change happening if you can't tell the difference? Never and always, says the Sun. On a separate path, says the Ainu. I don't know, says Arien, and so she sails.

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Notes: I used a lot of Valarin (much credit to @valarinventures, and to @yellow-feathered-faerie for Thuringwethil's name), especially for character names at the beginning. Normally I'd leave translations in the AO3 notes, but I feel like this really needs them, so I'll have them at the bottom here. There's still a lot more in the notes though! I've been wanting to write a big character study for Arien for a while with all my headcanons on her, so when I saw your prompt I couldn't resist! This is probably the saddest thing I've written yet, but it isn't all bad, and the ending is at least bittersweet. Lots of complicated relationships, Emotions, and the highs and lows of Arda marred.

<☼━Ayan-um-ûz wâyôz-iyôz (Ainulindalë)━☼>

Tulukh-igas was created as all Ayan-um-ûz are created- perfect and entirely complete for the brief moment of eternity that they did not realize they could contemplate themself. Even the names came later, as how could any mere words fully encapsulate a Being? The moment ended swiftly, of course (in comparison to eternity), but nonetheless Tulukh-igas took better to the contemplation than some, and better than most the the realization that complete self-identity and fulfillment only comes with time and experience.

Few Ayan-um-ûz are created wholly alone and separate- some discover Tone-mates or Counterpoints, many discover those who hold Harmony with them, and Tulukh-igas was no different, despite a seeming inclination for solitude. They had Tone-mates: several, certainly more than the average for those as powerful as them. It seemed a strange choice on the part of Îl-Launaþrænšiwâz, given their Choir’s lonesome natures, but who is to question the will of the Conductor? The Tone-mates in question, apparently, much to Tulukh-igas’ chagrin- Barâdakesa, who styled themself the leader of their Choir, Raxôn-rušur, Pûruz-amâzêz, and the rest. A Counterpoint’s existence they were less certain of, but this is natural- Counterpoints develop together, and might not find each other right away, if they even exist. A Harmony- perhaps. It seemed likely, but Tulukh-igas quickly discovered that they were not particularly hasty, staying behind as their Tone-mates set to muttering and seeking answers from those unable to give them.

The Song began slowly, at first. Fits and starts, rippling out as the Ayan-um-��z found their voices. Tulukh-igas did not join in the moment they heard- they waited, and listened, and while many of the Songs were incomprehensible to them, there were some that resonated and for those few shining moments they understood-

Singing itself was indescribable. Though they sang together with their Choir, Tulukh-igas was drawn to a particular refrain separate from the rest. It matched up at points with their Tone-mates, and they heard notes echoed or mirrored in other Songs also, but only pieces. Scraps of the same Music taken to Sing countless different Melodies. They knew at the very core of their being that that refrain was them, their place in this Song. They didn’t know if this was the experience of others, and they didn't ask. It seemed too personal.

This Tuning was for individuals. A shaping and discovering of natures, and those that would further that shaping. It is only through their Song that Tulukh-igas realized an inversion of notes they heard before- the beginnings of a Counterpoint, though who held the reverse they did not know. Sometimes Harmonies were revealed in the Choirs, and Tulukh-igas laughed along with many others as Ošošai and Uyu-ninêz found both Counterpoint and Harmony together and their increasing volume and joy slowly gained strength over their Choir, to much general amusement.The Tuning was ended by the hands Îl-Launaþrænšiwâz lifting and bringing the separate Songs to a stunning halt. The Theme that was explained to the Ayan-um-ûz was glorious, and at the declaration that each would help to shape it they all grew stunned once more before beginning the Song in truth, filled with the words of Îl-Launaþrænšiwâz and the Flame Imperishable.

<☼━Phelûn-manal (Almaren)━☼>

Tulukh-igas is not disappointed like many who choose to enter Aþâraphelûn at its unexpected barrenness compared to their brief vision of what it could be. She had a glimpse of heat and light and herself in the sky and knows that whatever potential she has will not be fulfilled for a while yet. She is content to figure out the laws of combustion and the wave-particle properties of light, and to tend to the growing things of Aya-banâz and Wânâz. She doesn’t fight in the War against Belekôrôz, she is just a gardener, no matter her power, but she welcomes Tulukhaštâz and his bringing of peace. For the moment, all is well.

Phelûn-manal is a lovely place, but it seems incomplete. Nothing is wrong, per say, but she thinks that this might be part of the problem. This is Aþâraphelûn Dušamanûðân, and Îl-Launaþrænšiwâz promised beauty to come from the marring as well as in spite of it. The light of the Lamps shines brilliantly over the world’s perfect symmetry, and Tulukh-igas is both drawn and put off by them- Tulukh-barâdal especially: golden and lovely and not quite what it feels like it should be.

But something else takes precedence in the face of a familiar Song reversed as she finds her Counterpoint. Her name is Aþûrdušithîrêz, and she is dark and fae and Tulukh-igas is pulled to her like a star in orbit. She serves most under Wânâz, taking forms like the concepts for bats Tulukh-igas has seen, but she has a sharpness to her that doesn’t seem to suit the Beautiful One. The contrasts between the two of them are apparent at once, and the stuttering song and dance they perform to understand each other reveals even more.

Tulukh-igas has few ambitions, if any, while Aþûrdušithîrêz is fiercely independent and wants, more than anything, to make her own path. Tulukh-igas is steady and consistent, Aþûrdušithîrêz harsh and flighty. Tulukh-igas is best suited to solitude in her tasks, but gets along well with most everyone. Aþûrdušithîrêz is drawn to company, and works best among it, but dislikes all except a scant few. Tulukh-igas grows to know those few slowly- there is Aþûrdušithîrêz’s Tone-mate Ibrî-ȝarôz who rides with Arômêz, and Amâz-âyaniyôz his friend in the service of Irimôz, and while he is often otherwise engaged, Iȝônowêz is also tolerated for Ibrî-ȝarôz’s sake.

She discovers a faintly growing Harmony in Amâz-âyaniyôz, unfulfilled, but with potential. She meets Gili-mâz, Tone-mate to Iȝônowêz and devoted to Barâdâz, they share no Measure but are drawn together nonetheless. Aþûrdušithîrêz darkens with what she denies is jealousy, but Tulukh-Igas laughs and grows her flowers to drink from and tells her that there is only one who holds her Counterpoint and it is not lessened by relationships with others.

Her relationship to her Tone-mates is, however. They become darker, more insular, more concerned with holding their power. All of their Choir are ill-suited to serve the Balaȝumâz with their power and independence, but Tulukh-igas is grateful that her Ladies are happy to leave her to her work or she thinks she might be as discontent as her kin. She has found a place to work and be as herself, and they can’t say the same. It creates a rift, especially as she discovers new parts to her Song and they grow more firmly entrenched into theirs.

When the Lamps are destroyed, she is angered and grieved, but unsurprised. This is the Marring of the Music, and she can work within it. When a new war is declared she sees those who will fight off, and begins preparing to pick up the pieces of Phelûn-manal’s ruins. She has no great foresight, but she is no fool and she knows about what to expect. She does not expect betrayal.

Barâdakesa calls himself Girimaph-ai with a snarling smirk on a terrible form, and she scorches him for it. She does not deny his chosen name- to do so would be blasphemy against the Song far higher than he and his fellows attempt- but she denies his authority. A leader he has styled himself, and their Tone-mates may follow him, but she has Sung her Part and Sung it well and she knows what her place will be. She will not find it in Belekôrôz and his rebellion, that much is certain. That they would even ask her to join them is an insult, and also a heartbreaking honor. She has been ignorant, but they have been blinded, to not understand the fundamental truth of who she is.

She does not fight them, nor they her, but when Raxôn-rušur tries to crack his whip and break the earth further she blazes golden and terrible and knows and hates that she is the strongest of them all. They leave for Delgûmûðân-axâzâz and Tulukh-igas is left to mourn in silence for what could have been, grief stoked in the places where her Tone-mates’ Notes should ring.

Rebuilding is harder than it should be. Decisions are made and changed and compromised on, trying to remake something gone for good. Tulukh-igas cannot deny her grief that their paradise was so easily ruined, although she chooses to take what joy she can in the making of something new. But not everyone takes well to it. The darkness and ruin doesn’t only beget good.

Aþûrdušithîrêz is not one to be direct when it comes to herself. She obfuscates, dances around the heart of the issue. Flies to strange places with messages she shouldn’t have. It is Tulukh-igas who confronts her, who Sings a Counterpoint melody that no longer runs in parallels but inverse, notes shaped to split and divide in a way it didn’t used to. Aþûrdušithîrêz doesn’t deny it. The melody swells even as both of them stand silent. It isn’t the empty discord of a Tone-mate no longer- it builds, wrapping around them and weaving them closer than ever, even as their Songs are warped beyond each other’s recognition. It is a twisted way that their Counterpoint is fulfilled, Aþûrdušithîrêz has turned to the shadows as Tulukh-igas turns to the light, nectar to blood and fire to fruit.

She turns away and spreads her wings. Tulukh-igas watches, and hopes that they are at least not opposites in mourning. She holds out faint hope that she might return as Ošošai did. That a Counterpoint without Harmony could be enough.

She doesn’t.

<☼━Phelûn-Bala3umâz (Valinórë)━☼>

Arien- for she is called Arien now- does not interact much with the First-Born in Valinórë, for all that she can admit to herself she finds them rather fascinating. She tends to Vána’s flowers and to the glorious boughs of Laurelin and watches as they bloom towards her even as the Eldar shy away. Her spirit is too brilliant for most incarnates, even when she cloaks herself in the most physical form she can bear. Not all incarnates, however.

She meets an elf-child, once. She was tending some of the gardens in Lórien for a change when she near-literally stumbles across him (the hazards of incarnation). He looks like he had been crying. He winces only when he sees her eyes, but in avoiding them still manages to watch the fiery licks of her hair and the golden glow pouring from the dark of her skin. Arien finds herself curious, and cannot help but start up a conversation.

The child introduces himself, and she refrains from laughing only because he seems sensitive. What a pair they make! She cannot help but see some tiny part of herself reflected in this child- fiery, half-adrift, trying to heal from unsolvable loss. They speak for a while, but Laurelin begins to wane and the child admits his father will worry, and they go their eventual separate ways after this chance meeting of strangers. Still, he does not leave without both their moods having lifted some from their individual griefs, and not without several suggestions for methods she could use to make her form less painful to incarnate eyes. They are good ideas, and she tells him so, but the child doesn’t go until she tells him that she will consider one- not insincerely, either, as a darkening eyepiece has potential- which is sweet of him.

It is only many years later that the reality of who that child was strikes her. She laughs lowly, and refuses to dwell on might-have-beens. She is just a gardener, and for better or worse, Fëanáro was always going to change the world.

<☼━Ezellôchâr (Ezellohar)━☼>

The release of Melkor brings discontent. For all he claims to have repented, Arien cannot trust him. Where then are her Tone-mates, her siblings? Where is Aþûrdušithîrêz, her Counterpoint and the one that she loved? But no one expects the true cost of his freedom.

She is not there. Very few are on a festival day, and none could’ve prevented this. But she feels it in her chest and throat and mouth, burning and throbbing like a bass drum igniting the air. She doesn’t know what it is, not at first, dissimilar as it is from the discordance of her Tone-mates spitting from their shared Notes, or the crashing swell of a Counterpoint fully realized, darkness to light and light to dark. She doesn’t know what it is, until she notices the slow-dimming light. She doesn’t always have wings, but now she flies.

She’s too late. Silmo is there, his form fading in the same pulses that she feels. There are streaks of Unlight through him, branching from deep wounds, corrupting his silver glow even as the Shadows of her kin flicker like smoke through her own gold. Their broken facsimile of what was is the only Light in the Darkness.

The Trees are dead, and with Laurelin goes a piece of Arien. The burn of drums in the deep is her own Song being Unsung, the withered Tree is her own corpse, and Arien cannot do anything but ignite.

Idly, she is aware of time passing. Ainur and Eldar come and go, mourning and screaming. She can pay them no mind, attuned only to Fire and Song. Her grief has always been a coal-seam fire, long burning and subtle, but it has awoken into a forest-fire bent on razing what was to the ground. But finally, new life rises from ashes.

She wakes to Song. She hears it, and knows her Ladies. There is another Song- not hers- and tears shed from the hope for beauty to come from Marring. It falters, but Arien has never wavered from her duty. Light, slow blooming. She is formless, yellow heat and blinding light, but Sings nonetheless, and Laurelin bears a final fruit.

Word of the Valar’s idea spreads slowly, hope hard to ignite in the darkness, but Ilmarë makes sure it reaches those who cared for the Trees first. They take a moment together, her and Arien, ëalar pressed close, but soon she must leave, devotion to Varda pulling her away. Arien understands, but it is no easy thing when one love is in the service of the one who destroyed a part of your Being, and the other is ever kept away by duty. Her Song may fit with many, but her character is well suited to being alone. Still, she is just a gardener- and with luck, soon a sailor too- and she has a case to plead.

Máhanaxar is lessened in the darkness. They are escorted together, she and Silmo, with pointless ceremony. He is drawn and pale and waning, entirely unlike a Maia, she is blindingly bright and scorching to a degree that would be very rude if she had any control over it. The decision is mostly a formality.

For all that Silmo loved Telperion, he is deeply injured in body and spirit, not fit for the burdens that this vocation would bring. She hears their Harmony fall softly out of tune as he accepts this with sorrowful grace and quickly leaves.

Arien is left standing amidst the great Powers of the world, unable to hold a form, burning anything that comes near, and one of the very few Maiar who can bear the full power of Laurelin. This Song was long sung- Arien will bear the last of Tulukhedelgorûs through Ilmen.

The Valar have barely pronounced their decision when another Maia bursts in. She recognizes him- Tilion, Aþûrdušithîrêz’s Tone-mate, a hunter of Oromë, friend of Silmo, and a lover of Telperion. She hears a Song begin to weave into her own for the first time in Ages of the world, and feels herself flicker into something closer to a shape.She knows herself like this. She’s seen herself like this, a glimpse out of time. Arien is herself and for the first time since the Trees died, she feels it.

<☼━Šebeth barâdal (Ilmen)━☼>

Tilion and Telperion’s flower are sent up first, out of tradition as much as the desire to give him more time to settle into his new role. Seven passes across the sky, and then Arien rises.

Several problems quickly become clear. Tilion… does his best. He’s apologetic, at least, but he doesn’t have the steady hand needed to keep his course, and always gets too enthusiastic when they pass each other, leaving his ship scorched. The timing of the days is, and the sway of his course slowly hides parts of Iþil from the view of Arda. He is lucky, Arien thinks, that she enjoys his company.

There are other problems too- the continual light hides the stars, and leaves little time for rest. Even before the Darkening, there were places of shadow and half-light in Valinórë, and now it is gone and the effects are being seen. Flowers wilt in Arien’s heat, rather than growing towards her, and that, more than anything, feels wrong.

The Powers seem to agree, because not long after she begins sailing Eonwë comes bearing new orders- they are to take turns sailing across the sky, East to West, and this will be the new reckoning of days.

She thinks that they hope this new rhythm will be able to steady Tillion. She doubts it and is proved right. His timing improves, but his light-phases continue, in no small part because of the monsters that Melkor begins sending after him. It is hard to steer when you are beset by shadow beasts, he says one day when he is in the sky with her, admitting half the reason he sails in the day at times is to get away from them, the Dark Lord too much of a coward to try and test Arien herself with his monsters. She chuckles and blazes a little brighter at that, and he laughs along at the implicit threat. She is just a gardener and a sailor, but has as much reason as any to hate the Marrer, and more power than most.

As the years wear on, she finds herself more grateful than she expected for Tilion’s occasional company. She doesn’t mind the silence or the loneliness, but she prefers his conversation.

He tells her early on that Aþûrdušithîrêz is now called Thuringwethil, and she doesn’t ask how he learned that. He sings over stories from his hunts and she returns with some of the more amusing gardening anecdotes she’s gathered over the years. They watch over Beleriand together like none besides Manwë and Varda can, and Tilion teases her about the Men that worship her for her light. She smiles and rolls her eyes and listens to their prayers, granting or passing on what few she can.Things settle, after a while. The first eclipse is certainly something to experience- when Tilion learns that Thuringwethil was still alive after the incident with Lúthien he stops everything to go and tell Arien, despite the fact that it’s midday. They spend several minutes shouting at each other and the situation and their shared love of an idiodic, evil vampire; what was she thinking-! The conflicting emotions from that are quickly swept away, however, when they learn of the accidental terror he had inflicted on the denizens of Arda. Apparently the general consensus was that it was either some foul work of Melkor or a second Darkening. That doesn’t stop it happening again the next time he has “urgent” news, or the next, or the next, but eventually even eclipses become somewhat predictable as Tilion works out a method to his madness. Even change becomes routine.

<☼━Aþarum wâ-lûnunal (Yéni únótimë)━☼>

She is tired. Tired and old, but duty is duty. Aþâraigas, she takes as her title as she takes up her ship, and Aþâraigas she quietly dubs herself in the silence of the Void she near-ceaselessly travels. Arien she still is, Ûrî makes her smile faintly even long after the fall of Numenor, and she lends her ear to any prayer to the Sun- to her or her Light the same. Either way the names don’t ring quite falsely, just as Tulukh-igas still holds their place within her.  But it is no longer truly her, truly Aþâraigas, for as the ages drag on she is the appointed light and little else. Tillion- Phanaikelûth, he admits one time, nothing but a bright mirror for his burden to shine on- struggles with the same. Her heart aches for him more than for herself. She was made for this, the endless voyage that she glimpsed such a small part of long ago, that she Sang herself into, and though she is tired she is not uncontent. But Phanaikelûth is a hunter, ill suited for the role he begged his way into, moreso now that the monsters of the Void past are all but gone. His burden wears on him, even in his wandering, even through his attempts to be subtle as he passes his ship off to Thuringwethil on the blood moons when it is eclipsed out of the Sun’s sight.

Eärendil joins them before they grow weary, already weary himself. He heals, somewhat, over the course of an age. His eyes don’t grow any lighter, but they sparkle a little more with laughter when Tilion hollers over one of his truly terrible stories from Oromë’s hunt. He smiles when Arien gives him advice to cope with the prayers of Elves and Men that reach his ears- she has been dealing with it ever since Men first awoke to her light, after all. He tells stories of his own, eventually, of great cities and peoples they have only watched from afar.

It is not a terrible vocation they are bound to. Eärendil is a sailor almost more than anything else, Arien has always been content with her role, and though Tilion struggles he has grown to love the brilliance of the Void almost as much as the last light of Telperion. They have rest from their journeys on occasion, and all have frequent visits from Elwing and Ilmarë and Eonwë, and messages from those who cannot come. Silmo heals as much as he can, and writes them letters with terrible jokes. The strange web of siblings and friends and lovers and not-lovers that develops between the sailors and those they love is made more complex by Thuringwethil’s not-quite-contrite visits to her brother, and by Tilion’s ongoing love affair with Salmar and his tides, and by Eonwë’s devotion to them all, among other things.

It’s a source of amusement to pass the time, charting out increasingly detailed maps that enumerate the various relationships between the three of them (Eärendil wins for amount, able to include all of his and Elwing’s relations as well as the majority of Men in the west of Middle Earth). They figure out games to play when the ships come close enough, and then invent new ones when ettirnen grew repetitive with only so many things to have spied in the void. When Eärendil acknowledges his name no longer fits him quite as well it is a bitter realization, but Aþâraigas and Phanaikelûth shout Valarin lessons to him until he Sings back something that sounds better for voices of heavenly light, and the words of the Ainur travel farther in the Void.

Still. It wears.

The Valar offer more than once to find a way to automate the ships. It would be possible, Aulë insists. The three of them- Aþâraigas, Phanaikelûth, and Utiôrôi-al Azôz-iyôz all- smile as politely as they can at the messenger and decline. Through messages sung between ships, or passed briefly when two (or ever-so-rarely all three of them) happen have coinciding shore-leaves in the distortion of Valinor-time, or even once through a bemused Elwing (playing passenger-pigeon, she joked wryly, and her eyes were no younger than her husband’s. Aþâraigas wanted to ask her true name), they all agree. Any chance of that was closed at the Reshaping of Arda. Aþâraigas is the Sun, just as surely as she is not the Sun, not a flaming star orbited by planets, but the very essence of it. Their spirits are tied to those celestial bodies that they are and represent, and to remove themselves fully from that bond would be irreparable, even if the Sun still burned and the Moon still shone and the Star of High Hope still twinkled.

Phanaikelûth still admits that he has been tempted by the offer more than once.

Utiôrôi-al Azôz-iyôz smiles, grim and false, and doesn’t say anything. They understand. 

Aþâraigas says that if she who Sang of herself and her duty before knowing they were one and the same is tempted by the release from it, then truly the end is nigh.

They all laugh, a little bitter, even knowing it’s not a joke.

She wonders, sometimes, if she dreads the end of the Song more than she looks forward to it. She doesn’t know. She tries not to think too deeply on it. She is just a gardener and a sailor and a light with work to do, she cannot read ahead in the Music. And so she sails.

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Arien: Tulukh-igas (Yellow-heat) | Aþâraigas (Appointed-heat)

Ainur: Ayan-um-ûz

Iluvatar: Îl-Launaþrænšiwâz (All-Maker)

Gothmog: Barâdakesa (High/lofty-voice) | Girimaph-ai (Binding)

Durin’s Bane: Raxôn-rušur (Stone-fire)

Dead-by-Glorf: Pûruz-amâzêz (Dark-lighter)

Ossë: Ošošai (Spewing/foaming)

Uinen: Uyu-ninêz (Seaweed maiden)

Arda: Aþâraphelûn (Appointed-dwelling)

Yavanna: Aya-banâz (Fruit-giver)

Vána: Wânâz (Beautiful)

Melkor: Belekôrôz (Mighty-rising)

Tulkas: Tulukhaštâz (Golden-haired)

Almaren: Phelûn-manal (Home/place-holy)

Arda-Marred: Aþâraphelûn Dušamanûðân

Ormal: Tulukh-barâdal (Gold-high)

Thuringwethil: Aþûrdušithîrêz (Secret-un-light-person)

Tilion: Ibrî-ȝarôz (Silver-horned) | Phanaikelûth (Bright-mirror)

Oromë: Arômêz (Horn-blower)

Silmo: Amâz-âyaniyôz (Light help-of)

Irmo: Irimôz (Desirer)

Eonwë: Iȝônowêz (Herald)

Ilmarë: Gili-mâz (Star-light)

Varda: Barâdâz (She-who-raises)

Valar: Balaȝumâz

Utumno: Delgûmûðân-axâzâz (Hidden-hall)

Laurelin: Tulukhedelgorûs

Eärendil: Utiôrôi-al Azôz-iyôz (Good-ris-ing star-of)

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[light-of-the-two-trees]

Sometimes I think about Silmo who was loved by Lórien

#silmo x irmo? maybe #just silmo though. like he seems so sweet and earnest and gentle and how he stood sadly by the dead trees *sniffles* #silmo #irmo #the book of lost tales #the silmarillion #silm #legendarium tag #and it was not void

[oliver-gomez00]

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[oliverblueprint]

Participate in the Heart of the Optical World Event of the SILMO 2023 Paris Exhibition

Are you a professional working in the optics industry? Then, get ready to exhibit at the annual benchmarking event of the SILMO 2023 trade fair in Paris, which will be taking place from 29th Sept to 2nd Oct 2023. The trade show brings together all the key industry players and up-and-coming start-ups on this global platform where professionals gather to discover the future of the optical industry, exchange valuable information, and forge profitable business collaborations.

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[opticalforum]

Happy to see everyone is back for another four days of Silmo Paris 2022 at Parc Des Expositions de Paris-Nord Villepinte which opens its doors today. #Silmo #SilmoParis #Optometry #OpticalForum Photos by @boulostoubia (at Parc Des Expositions Villepinte) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci2fCx0tLAO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[serregon]

so this was pointed out in a twitter post earlier today. in the Book of Lost Tales, the Vala Lórien loved a male Maia named Silmo (who was probably an early version of the Maia Tilion). also Lórien did not have a wife in this version. inch resting

anyway new headcanon that Lórien is an icon for mlm elves and that it was a tradition for male couples to wed in his gardens

#you know that one homoerotic babylonian twink painting #yeah that’s lorien and silmo #silmarillion

[bwempire]

#Le salon des visionnaires ! Le SILMO réunira tous les passionnés de mode de l’optique. L'endroit idéal pour connaître les nouvelles tendance #mode #optique #paris

[southfarthing]

dreaming of a silmo (silmarillion online) game..........

#sighhhhhhhhhhhhh #mp #silmarillion

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Day 3 | Prompt: Wistful and tender

Pairing: Silmo x Irmo

Themes: Smut 

Warnings: Kissing | Handjob | Nicknames | Dirty talk

Word count: 400+ words

Summary: Silmo and Irmo spend a delightful time in bed.

Also available on AO3

Rating: 🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 🔞 | You are responsible for the media you consume. 

"Does this hurt, little flower? Do I go too far?"

Irmo was gentle, despite being stronger. His fingers were exceedingly soft, and his countenance was wistful and tender. Silmo writhed beneath him, bucking and thrashing and moaning shamelessly when Irmo reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock. 

"No and never, my lord." Silmo closed his eyes, his groan vibrating sweetly against the curve of his lord's throat. "This feels wonderful."

"It is but a taste of more to come," Irmo promised, his ministrations as gentle as his touch. Silmo shivered and lifted his hips with each stroke, his lord's name parting his tongue in a whisper. It was all the enticement Irmo craved. He dipped his head and kissed him hard on the lips, so eager was he to savor the pleasures of his favorite's hot, sinful mouth. He indulged in the honey on Silmo's tongue, and the rich, potent wine still clinging to his lips. He could taste the heat and the fire leaping to life with each kiss. He could even smell the lust in the air. It was like a dark, rare spice, and it was as intoxicating as when he took Silmo to his chambers and into his bed for the first time. And it always, always drove Irmo to a frenzy. 

Silmo understood it also. He made the most of it, as he always did, and urged his lord to take him to greater heights. 

"You cannot get enough of this, can you, my lord?"

"No, little flower, I cannot. Your smell, the softness of your flesh, your taste—for me, it is all like stumbling upon a lavish banquet while I grapple with hunger. I wish to do nothing but gorge myself until there is nothing left for me to feast on."

"And yet you hold back. It is not what one would expect from the master of dreams and desires."

Irmo stopped. His eyes darkened. "I will not hold back when the time comes. For now, let me revel in this."

Silmo could do little but yield to the more skilled and patient hand that fed the flames growing within until they surged into an inferno that threatened to consume him whole. Irmo was ceaseless. He did not cease until Silmo screamed his name and arched against him, and the warmth of his spend poured in thin pale stripes all over his hand. Silmo shuddered beneath him. Irmo shuddered too. The nails that dug into his flesh went unnoticed. He sought a final kiss, and then they lay still.

The flames within still smoldered when Silmo opened his eyes, his breath still leaving him in sharp, euphoric gasps. Eyes that tended to dream sought his.

"I hope you are still in a mood to continue, little flower." Irmo rose to his knees and reached for the little bottle that lay beside them in bed. "For I will not restrain myself from here on out.”

 Tags: @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese

#bookoflosttalesmonth #silmo #irmo #silmo imagine #irmo imagine #silmo smut #irmo smut #the book of lost tales #the valar #the ainur #the maiar

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

??? another stash ??? french communes + tolkienesque names + english words + elvish words

Abbevilla Accentila Achère Agreed Aianche Aintessen Alant Alfírie Allaurinyar Allauta Alled Alliage Altasto Amatriump Ampanne Angerson Anization Antie Anting Aparkle Aparm Apped Aprille Aquiter Archine Ariend Armanapare Armer Ascerty Askator Asses Aster Atlant Atterred Aubraise Audiend Auvergnes Avanima Avigorge Bayotte Bearles Beaux Bedrook Beecho Belle Belon Benoble Biards Bition Bladelimale Booked Bordo Bours Briddle Briging Brillend Broof Browfullume Buile Burder Bussa Buyerna Cachased Calveste Chary Châtead Cloude Cloudzou Clust Commer Commerríve Compes Confusiasm Conshin Crafter Crestory Crétigu D'Orne Darya Deaux Decembasion Declinginar Defixed Denisso Deparind Diano Dista Doubaix Dowerecy Drago Dramba Drandle Drault Earency Eartress Edild Eigny Eldariste Encentree Enqerun Equentranda Erecitya Erence Erench Erkant Esporta Etter Ettevise Evernon Exile Existraye Explack Extang Extanne Eysick Farregula Fassa Fealing Femalence Fence Ferenda Filish Firstader Fitterial Flexist Flexiste Flexisto Floomy Floupe Folder Forbevill Forta Fresseaux Fries Fring Frosta Fuinen Fulla Fíriale Fírimba Gamed Genna Goblight Granspon Graterj Gration Grato Greep Grought Growded Guarro Gujanu Haireck Hampetroux Happear Harpetrea Hauta Heare Heaver Hed/made Helderina Helles Helons Horne Hostone Hourse Huant Humatéma Hyaristea Hyólammerea Hérous Idenya Iening Immore Impano Inflans Ingate Inted Intie Inves Jerka Jolice Jolinta Karasp Karast Karnastu Kasset Keenne Kelush Khusbaróre Kitta Koiter Korian Koricked Ksard Kulung L'Auvery Laina Lamba Lamber Lamed Laryonde Lashion Lassion Laste Lating Laurity Lavenside Lemna Lephatch Lepsa Lestered Lilóke Limestu Liévine Loather Loods Loose Loright Lowise Lussea Mallowinya Mandeep Manopy Marigu Mathsom Matéma Melicknes Melumenya Memonta Menya Mesnilmo Methinition Metyala Metyalans Meurt Mewarda Midden Minded Minye Monspotune Monta Montar Mottering Munication Musiasm Musive Mórea Nahampel Naikas³ Naile Nambe Nantalina Napon Native Nelta Nerge Nergy Neuiledge Nilduma Ninqitál Normeil Norro Nortour Norturulóke Nortville Nosque Nukumba Nutiff Níre³ Nókoirecy Oiallack Ologne Omain Omainspit Oness Oraturonife Orturya Packer Palako Palalma Palans Palas Partmentle Passe Pendyalle Pierrandle Pierye Pilikea Plestio Plumn Plurya Poikaline Pointage Poolle Poplay Porta Prefixion Pring Prology Prote Proth Psartre Puffix Qalit Qella Qentrouche Qession Quary Quenta Rakso Ratic Ravalya Raverbale Ravigore Refles Refusion Regina Rennelle Repet Republady Revoice Rhing Richnesse Rilluiread Rince Ringa Rised Roinatur Roitive Rothe Rouble Roungwalka Rueile Sailles Saina Sakka Sakkaima Sampions Sance Sancheforme Sanko Sarthere Saumoned Savin Scatte Scattreasta Sceau Secreation Securitive Semindo Semirior Sencepth Sency Sendle Shadown Sherund Sholar Silmo Smouthfully Snouter Sonant Sparie Spartin Spected Splia Sporisisi Sported Stemeneak Stion Strengwa Succent Sungle Suppo Supposel Swife Taines Tankirious Tarne Tastinya Tation Tative Tavanna Tavanneux Tavannie Teaux Telen Tenta Thicknes Thion Thronolome Thuntrading Tintiquess Tinual Tinya Tract Tread Tressa Tridge Truct Tumpa Tunatch Turages Turall Twings Tyale Tyambarting Tyelle Ufáre Ulungolde Unical Unive Untellemna Vanna Vanwe Varision Verin Vestanwa Vester Victorichy Vigny Vigorganimo Wangatent Wherode Whirstal Whiswa Wilde Wilóke Wines Winke Wrony Yatyalma Yearden Yelpes Yernal Yerred Yestrearne Yonneville Yulmatal Échill Épina Íqale Íqalme Ómativern

#names #name stash #random name #fantasy name #fantasy naming #fantasy names #character name #writing names #name #dnd name #dnd names #names stash #worldbuilder #fantasy world #fantasy worldbuilding #worldbuilding ideas #worldbuilding tips #world creation #worldbuilding #fantasy #dnd #markov gen #markovgen #cryptolang #markov chains #444 names

[vapehk1]

Top 5 Vape Virtuosos: Discovering France's Finest Suppliers in the Vaping Realm

France's vaping industry has grown significantly, marked by an array of suppliers that offer a diverse range of products catering to various preferences and needs. This article aims to highlight the top five vape suppliers in France, evaluating their offerings, technological advancements, and customer service to provide a comprehensive guide for consumers. 1. GreenVillage: A Beacon of Quality and Diversity Established: 2013 Key Offerings: - E-Cigarettes: A wide selection for beginners and advanced users. - E-Liquids: Over 7000 references with a variety of flavors. - Notable Brands: Avap’s Devils, Liquideo, Le French Liquide. Why Choose GreenVillage: - Extensive industry experience. - Commitment to quality and authenticity. - Diverse product range with competitive pricing. - Efficient delivery and reliable customer support. 2. ALD Vapor: Innovating the Future Founded: 2009 Key Products: - Disposable Vapes: Convenient and high-performing. - Pod Vapes: Compact design with robust flavors. - CBD Vape Pens: Optimized for a seamless CBD experience. Technological Edge: ALD Vapor stands out with its FRESOR technology, emphasizing freshness and enhanced vaping experience, along with its SILMO™ ceramic heating technology. Global Presence: With a strong R&D foundation and over 200 patents, ALD’s commitment to innovation and quality caters to a global audience, making it a significant player in France and beyond. 3. ADNS Wholesaler: The Comprehensive Choice Highlights: - Over 11,000 product references. - Fast shipping within 24-48 hours. - Personalized customer service. Product Diversity: - E-liquids from global brands. - Advanced vaping hardware. - A variety of disposable pods. Strategic Advantages: - Located near Paris, ensuring fast and efficient delivery. - Direct sourcing from manufacturers guarantees authenticity. - A broad selection of products meeting diverse vaping needs. 4. Smoke Market: Europe’s Vaping Powerhouse Established: With a significant presence in France, Smoke Market collaborates with international brands to offer an extensive range of products. Featured Products: - A vast inventory of electronic cigarettes from renowned brands. - A wide selection of e-liquids catering to all tastes. - Essential vaping accessories for a comprehensive experience. Why Smoke Market: - Offers same-day shipping for quick deliveries. - Competitive pricing and exceptional customer service. - Secure payment options, enhancing customer trust. 5. Cig’Access: Dedication to Excellence Since: 2013 Specialty: Distribution of electronic cigarettes and e-liquids to professionals, with a strong emphasis on quality and service. Product Range: - Extensive selection of electronic cigarettes, accessories, and e-liquids. - Noteworthy for its Dotmod disposable pods offering a range of flavors. Service Highlights: - Rapid responsiveness to customer needs. - Competitive pricing with efficient delivery services. - Continuous updates on product offerings. Conclusion The vaping industry in France showcases a blend of innovation, quality, and customer-centric services. Each of the top suppliers—GreenVillage, ALD Vapor, ADNS Wholesaler, Smoke Market, and Cig’Access—brings something unique to the table, ensuring that both new and experienced vapers can find products that meet their needs. Whether it's through pioneering technology, extensive product ranges, or exceptional customer service, these suppliers are at the forefront of France's vibrant vaping community. Read the full article

[eyewearcatherine]

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[opticaevista]

Suntem fericiti să va spunem că suntem printre primele optici din România care au primit acreditare pentru a comercializa lentilele MiyoSmart în tratamentul miopiei la copii. MiyoSmart este o lentilă de ochelari inovatoare dezvoltată de Hoya, folosind o tehnologie premiată D.I.M.S (Defocus Incorporated Multiple Segments) pentru a încetini progresia miopiei la copii.

Studiile arată că 5 miliarde de oameni, adică jumătate din populația globală, ar putea suferi de miopie până în anul 2050.1 Rata anuală a progresiei miopiei este cel mai des întâlnită la copii sub vârsta de 10 ani. Ratele de progresie semnificativ mai mari pot fi observate în special la copiii cu miopie forte. Dacă nu este tratată si tinuta sub observatie, miopia genera probleme de vedere pe termen lung. Haide să combatem împreună miopia la copii.

Rezultatele studiilor clinice realizate timp de 2 ani au demonstrat că lentilele MiyoSmart au diminuat progresia miopiei în medie cu 59% și încetinesc creșterea axială a ochilor cu o medie de 60%.

Lentila MiYOSMART se regăseste în peste 20 de țări din întreaga lume și au fost tvindecați peste 500.000 de pacienți.

În anul 2018, MiYOSMART a câștigat Premiul de Aur, Marele Premiu și Premiul Special de Aur al Expoziției Internaționale de Invenții din Geneva, Elveția.

În anul 2020, a câștigat premiul Silmo d’Or în categoria ”Vedere” la Târgul de optică Silmo de la Paris.

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