#celebrimbor and the adventures of the howling hut

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"There is a thing that my mother used to tell me, did you know? Whenever she spoke of you—she used to say that you had been failed by everyone you ever loved. Your mother, your father, your husband, your kinsfolk; they left you, or chose other things, or cared for other things. It would have broken another man. But you kept on going. You stood in a forge in Sirion amongst Doriathrim that hated your blood and Gondolithrim that hated your kin and Feanorians that feared your very being and you did what your father and your grandfather did and you dared them to call you the same. You were a spear of brightness, Celebrimbor. There are people that burn and there are people that burn others and there are people that put out fires, and you—blazed, so kindly and warmly that we could not forget that fire is not just a source of heat and death but also a source of light.”

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Written for Fandom Trumps Hate 2022, for Willow, who requested a Galadriel and Celebrimbor fic with Celebrimbor in Valinor, and him making the Elessar for Galadriel. This story has become, in response, a behemoth, as well as my ode to worldbuilding in Valinor on a scale I’ve never really done before. Hope y’all enjoy :)

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“Celebrimbor,” says Earendil pityingly. “You were the only redeemed son of the house responsible for her greatest suffering. You were a smith on Balar, if you’ll remember: I certainly do! Very muscled. And—shiny.”

“What,” says Celebrimbor, “are you saying?”

“That Elwing was not the only one that noticed.”

#oooooooooh it's all coming together #celebrimbor and the adventures of the howling hut #my writing #silmarillion

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if you were a woman whose son and husband abandoned you to go to another land, whose son and husband committed atrocities to get to that other land-- whose actions led you to disavow them, to try to forget them, to try to hate them-- only for your son to realize his mistakes and to abandon his father (your husband, your beloved husband, your husband with whom you shared half your soul until you learned that would never be enough for him) but the thing is by then their story has gone from on the cusp of triumph to verging on complete annihilation and all you can do is pray that one of them survives, that neither is captured by the enemy (that has already killed so many of your family, his family, your family, your family, your family--), that neither starves to death, and then your husband dies in a useless grievous attempt at reclaiming what is his, leaving you alone to watch over the son you could not save (did not try to save) and all of it is likely in vain because the free settlements have dwindled to ash and ruin by then but your son is surviving, still, somehow, until suddenly there is hope from the west-- there is an army from the west-- and the evil is being defeated, and your son can return home, and yet he refuses, he wishes to remain in the free lands of the east, which-- which you cannot deny him, and so you watch him yet again, watch him become a ruler and a prince like all of his kin before him, watch him make things (and relationships, and laughter, and friendships) the likes of which even his grandfather would have called impressive, watch him become someone you are achingly fiercely proud of-- watch him fall in love with a beautiful maia with all of his enormous heart, until that love is betrayed for power, and he is tortured, tortured wholly and entirely and with everything that someone who truly loved him could torture him with, and then he breaks (but only partially) under that torture, and then he dies, and then he dies, and then he dies--

and he who died at the hands of a maia comes to stay in the halls, where only other maiar and valar reside.

so. if you were a woman whose son went through all of that. would you not do everything you could to get him out?

#this is a story about celebrimbor returning to forging and ruling and all that pizazz #but this is also a story about his mother fighting the valar with every inch of power she has #and it's a story about how much you're willing to sacrifice in the name of what's right. #my writing #silmarillion #menielwa makes her GLORIOUS debut in this fic #(eventually). right now we're 11k in and all celebrimbor's done is bitch at nerdanel and drink some of aegnor's pepper grape soup #celebrimbor and the adventures of the howling hut #<-- THAT is the tag for this story xx

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“Can you get up?” asks Gil-galad quietly.

Celebrimbor drags his eyes open. “I’ve gone to battle in worse situations.”

“I’m not asking you to go to battle,” Gil-galad tells him calmly. “I’m asking if you can make it to the kitchen.”

[Celebrimbor returns to life in Aman, but finds his new lease on life unwelcome: his mother refuses to speak to him, his grandmother abandons him for her own pilgrimages, and the rest of his kin seem to have spent the intervening years going steadily insane. But there is joy to be found here, too, and love, and brightness; and, at the end of all things, every Finwean has a method to their madness.]

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Written for Fandom Trumps Hate 2022, for Willow, who requested a Galadriel and Celebrimbor fic with Celebrimbor in Valinor, and him making the Elessar for Galadriel. This story has become, in response, a behemoth, as well as my ode to worldbuilding in Valinor on a scale I’ve never really done before. Hope y’all enjoy :)

READ CHAPTER 2 HERE ON AO3!

#my writing #celebrimbor and the adventures of the howling hut #celebrimbor #silmarillion #everyone is hurting and everyone is hurted. #also ppl keep giving poor tyelpe panic attacks and then feeling bad for making him feel like that.... but also like they're right. #finweans are fucking I N S A N E. is what i'm getting at.

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Finally writing Silverfisting and I've literally added a weird Celebrimbor/Aegnor undertone AND quasi-tragic Celebrimbor/Gil-galad AND there's quite a lot of pining Celebrimbor/Elwing/Earendil to get to before the end so what I'm TRYING to say right now is that I've definitely found my fandom bicycle and it only took me two years y'all TWO WHOLE YEARS

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One of the things that I do to keep my interest in a long-term fic alive is to throw all the funny taglines I can think of into a draft on ao3 and then keep going back to it when I’m shrieking inwardly about how much the story sucks to see the, like, big picture.

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