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rohirra · 2 days ago
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@aspecardaweek Day #5 - Relationships: THINGOL AND MELIAN
"She spoke no word; but being filled with love Elwë came to her and took her hand, and straightway a spell was laid on him, so that they stood thus while long years were measured by the wheeling of stars above them; and the trees of Nan Elmoth grew tall and dark before they spoke any word."
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mairons-hope · 3 days ago
Dior the beautiful was the son of Beren and Luthien.The beautiful love child between the most romantic and heroic characters of all the silmarilion.
Yeah he had a few pages then died by the noldor and by Celegorm. Sad.
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psychobootyshorts · 5 days ago
cw: blood
Maedhros at kinslaying two, electric boogaloo
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thegreatstrongbow · 6 days ago
E - Extra info
F - Food Play
G - Group S👀x
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E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)
We all know about Beleg and beards/body hair. He’s generally pretty vanilla himself, but open to trying almost anything once (verse depending.) He’s not a fan of anything with blood, though. That said, pull his hair and call him a sexy nickname and he’ll melt.
F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)
Nope. Food is for getting energy back after. It’s too messy and distracting.
G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?)
Hell yeah he would, no question. He loves to show off - especially if his partner gets a little jealous and heated.
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thegreatstrongbow · 6 days ago
K - Kissing
I - Impact play
L - Lighting
N - Not yet
Q - Quiet please
S - Sleepy s🍆x (censoring so Tumblr won't censor-eat it)
Z - Zones
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K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)
Kissing is one of his favourite parts of a relationship.He’s always down for kisses, anywhere and everywhere. But his ears are especially sensitive, and his neck and thighs. Marks are good too, a little bruise or bite mark here and there. Nothing too serious.
As for someone else, he’ll kiss them wherever they like best. Preferably everywhere.
N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)
In theory, yes. The idea of orgasm delay/denial is really hot. He likes to beg - he loves the sound of his own voice. In practice - he’s just not that patient. He’ll complain so much. His partner may or may not put up with it. And he just doesn’t have the patience to deny some else. He wants them to enjoy it together.
Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)
He’s... average. Not much of a screamer, and if the situation calls for quiet, he can be quiet. But he likes to hear his partner, always.
S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)
In most verses, he has a lot of trouble sleeping, and sex before bed is one of his tactics to wear himself out enough to get to sleep. It usually works, though perhaps it’s a bit of a placebo. Lazy morning sex is fun too. As for waking someone up/being woken up with oral... he’s doesn’t like surprises like that, so it’s not his thing.
Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)
His ears are super sensitive, especially after his scars. But no one is coming close to them without a lot of trust. Otherwise, he is pretty typical; neck, lips, thighs.
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dir-i-elena · 11 days ago
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Luthien dancing in the moonlight
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saviorsong · 11 days ago
Request a prompt of Melian braiding Luthiens hair while luthien is a little girl?✨✨
Melian sat overlooking the arches of Doriath. Her girdle encircling the land in a protection that Morgoth couldn’t breach with all his might. However her heart might try to dissuade her every time she looked out she could feel his gaze lurking. It evil influence looking for a way inside her walls....A light emerging through the door to her bedroom. 
A laughter light bells on the breeze so light and ethereal that even the guards turned to catch a glimpse of the child. The giggling ball of love bouncing onward to her shared bed. A smile carving it’s way onto Melians face at the child before her. The wild main she had been gifted rolling around the child like a cloak. 
Melian moved to sit on the bed. Her daughter wiggling her way into her lap pulling swaths of the hair into her palms. The nimble fingers of a mother weaving the silken strands into smaller plaits to be braided together into a single braid. Her magic strengthening each strand into starlight like Varda’s gowns. Each strand glowing with it’s own light illuminating the child further. 
“I love you, momma.” the child whispered in gratitude. Her small form cuddled into Melians lap erasing the angst and concern of seeing to far and knowing to much yet not nearly enough. A soft essence drifting into her blood lighting Melian in joy. 
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rohirra · 12 days ago
I know I might be in the minority here but I really like the version were Daeron is Lúthiens brother. No, I can't explain why aside from the fact that eldritch half maiar children are my aesthetic
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victoriabear-o · 16 days ago
Exploration of a Maglor AU - part 3 - On Doriath and the fate of the Silmarils
Part 1 Part 2
Now the important question - the first kinslaying - what happens?
Dior has a Silmaril, her brothers need the Silmaril.
Maedhros sends letters after letters, asking, explaining, apologising.
There is no reply, no other answer than Dorinthian pride.
Maglor goes. She travels through the dense forests and spell woven woods, through wildlands and settlements of Nandors alone. Her sole company being the memory of Aredhel speaking to her.
She stands before the proud lords and ladies or Doriath, before beautiful Dior, and sings as Luthien sang before Mandos. She pours her grief and guilt and the darkness that is the doom. Sings of a future, free of blood oaths and darkness and hateful fueds. There were few dry eyes in the audience. But Dior still sits, eyes sombre but unglistening on Thingol’s throne. Even her voice does not have the power to erase the sins of the Noldor in the eyes of Luthien’s son.
She kneels. Both knees on the ground. Scarlet dress stained with mud spread out on pristine white marble floor. Voice still carrying the lingering notes of the song.
“Please. Give me a chance to make this right. “ she pleaded, tears flowing unabashed.
A heavy pause. They look into each other’s eyes, hooked and searching.
Dior waveringly stood, and treaded towards her. He bent down and delicately took the starlit gem from around his neck and dropped it into her palms.
“Then make it right.”
Or at least, that’s one version of the events.
In this version, Maglor collects the Silmarils. So how did Eonwe and the host of the Valar come to middle earth without Earendil and Elwing and the Silmaril? How did Earendil even meet Elwing?
The Silmaril leaves Doriath, Morgoth attacks. Doriath’s been vulnerable for years, and he wants revenge. The slaughter was merciless. Reinforcements poured in from Himring and the Pass of Aglon on Maedhros’ orders, but they were too late. Dior and Nimloth were dead, along with a fifth of the people in Doriath. Elwing survives, carried by her nursemaid and a horde of guards, they fled to Sirion along with the rest of their people. Elurin and Elured were missing. Taken by the enemy, perhaps. They hoped that they were dead. Weeks passed, and there were no taunts, no mock ransom from the enemy. And thereafter nothing were heard from the sons of Dior ever again.
(Perhaps, in the chaos of the invasion, the boys ran and ran, directionless and fearful, till they reached the dark lands of Nan Elmoch. There the boys clung unto each other, cold and famished in the abandoned, drowsy woods. They curled up under tall, unfamiliar trees as they breathed in air laced with heavy magic. - except - it was not wholly unfamiliar. They were the scions of Luthien, of Melian. And the life of the forest responded to these part Maian creatures. They unfolded their secrets to them - the sweet honey and rich purple fruits offered themselves up for their tastes, the low humming plants sang them to sleep at night, moss and vine stitched themselves up to be their blankets and cloaks. Leaves sheltered their way and white luminescent flowers bloomed for them, lighting their way to each other whenever they became separated. They were enchanted, and the enchanter. They loved these woods and the woods loved them. And together, they sunk to the bottom of the ocean as tall waves rolled over Beleriand.
Perhaps the trees again wove themselves into a net, warding the forest from the water, sealing themselves off from the world, and forever hence Elured and Elurin wandered the woods as princes of an Atlantis. )
Back to Maglor.
So there is a greater force this time since they were on heavy guard against an attack and reinforcements, though late, did arrive.
And the survivors were stronger, Sirion was a refugee camp, but it was also powerful - and now all the forces of middle earth were united, martyred by evil.
Maglor was a Feanorian. Her brothers felt no urge to snatch the Silmaril from her hands, so in turn, Maglor used the light of the Silmaril to help Sirion grow whenever she visited Sirion, which was often. The Feanorian forces defeated much of Morgoth’s forces when they attacked at Doriath, so Maglor could worry less about retribution and attack on their own forces, at least for the next few years - so Maglor, guilty about the sacrifice of Doriath, spent a lot of time with Elwing in Sirion, and almost helped raised her along with the courtiers and Celeborn and Galadriel.
Being at Sirion was an advantage in other ways too. It was at the crossroads of many lands and peoples, and a perfect place to perfect strategies and alliances.
Elros and Elrond are born. They adored Maglor with her stories and songs. And always they want more, more, more. Their hands always tugging on her dress and getting her to play catch with them on the beach.
They are stronger, but it is not enough.
It was peaceful. Too peaceful. The calm before the storm, the silence of a predator before he pounces.
Sirion and Himring and Nargothrond are attacked. They win. They lose more than a quarter of their people. Celegorm and Caranthir die. They cannot hold on much longer.
Idril and Tuor left, and they have not returned. Earendil sits at the docks every day, sometimes with his family. Elwing lace her fingers through his, but there is a disquiet and restlessness in his heart that she cannot understand.
Earendil sails. He comes back more tired and defeated every time. He cannot reach Valinor.
“He thinks he needs the Silmaril.” Elwing said to Maglor.
Maglor stands with her on the edge of the cliff, looking at the far horizon for lands that she has not seen in centuries. She sees nothing. She closes her eyes and searches within her bond with Nerdanel, and she feels nothing. This is the long defeat, and she will lose her brothers one by one, with or without the one Silmaril she has by her side. “I think so too.” she replied.
She gives the Silmaril to Earendil, and says nothing of it to her brothers. For all they know, the Silmaril is still with her. She could tell them, she suppose, what could they do to Earendil, far out at sea. But she is caught between lying to them, and betraying their trust in the worst way. She feels sick to the bones, as she answers them with cheerful letters from afar, casual to ease suspicion. “I’ll come to visit soon” She lied.
Could she tell Maedhros? Who’s now aloof and half-mad with grief? Curufin was the one brother she has never quite been able to control. They loved each other, despite everything - every fight, every hair pulled, every disappointed look - but Curufin would be the last person she would confess to. She could not bear looking into the ghost of her father’s face to tell him that she has given away his most prized creation (prized above his children, she’s sure) to the Sindar, all for a chance of bribing the Valar to their aid. A bitterness grows in her heart, and she cannot swallow it down. The Ambarrusa are good secret keepers, but she will not burden them ...with what? She asks herself. With the task of forgiving you? So you can feel absolved of your guilt? And feed your fantasy? The days without a reply or sign grew longer, and she began to despair.
Her brothers grow uneasy, something burns in their chest. They think it’s the other 2 Silmarils calling to them. “We must attack.” Curufin seethed at every opportunity, eager for revenge.
The time is indeed coming, Galadriel has sensed as much.
A new star appears in the night sky. And that’s when they knew. Hope and despair and fear jugged for space in her heart. But in the end she will not be conquered, she gathered her troops, checked the defenses, and prepared for attacks.
No letter of accusation and rage came from any of her brothers. No letters came at all. She writes to them, letters of confession and apologies and firm reasons. Still, there is no reply.
Finally, Maedhros writes a letter telling her to return to the gap, for they sensed an attack was imminent. It was signed “Regards, Maedhros Feanorian”
She goes.
The Ambarrussa dies. She never got to apologise to them face to face, nor hear their forgiveness. She would hold their hands again, hear them laugh, and run through the woods, free and unburdened, she resolved. She would not let them fade in the void. Curufin's empty eyes stare into her, and it burns her promise into her fea the way the oath burns into theirs.
The host from Valinor arrives.
They finally got the other 2 gems together, this time, she did not have to steal them.
Earendil descended from the night sky. He could not touch the ground, but there was no rule about her going up. The last 2 Feanorians stood on Vilgront and held the 3 Silmarils together for the first time in an Age. She feels no different, but Maedhros slump in relief. “We’re free’ he said, and he gave the Silmaril back to Earendil. “May your hope shine on middle earth and bring aid to all those who need it” He gave his blessings and turned to Maglor.
“Thank you, for eveything” and clasped her so tight she couldn’t breathe. She held him, wrapped her arms round his tall, slender frame and tried to picture that she’s embracing Celegorm, Caranthir, Curufin, Amrod, Amras and...father.
She cries, tears flow unabashedly and she’s just so happy that they’re free - free from darkness, free to start anew, free to go home.
They readied the ships back to Aman. One Silmaril they gifted to Earendil, one they gifted to Gil-galad and Elrond, to give aid and light to whoever is in need in middle earth, one they brought with them back to middle earth, as a symbol of victory and remembrance.
When they go back, their brothers and mother are waiting for them on the shore. This time, the Valar were merciful.
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melian · 17 days ago
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“𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝.”   — 𝐉.𝐑.𝐑. 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐧, ‘𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧’
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thegreatstrongbow · 18 days ago
B-B-B-BONUS KINK: nipple play
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Send me a kink and my muse will say if they are into it or not. 
“Uh, yeah.”
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thegreatstrongbow · 18 days ago
Kink: hair pulling.
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Send me a kink and my muse will say if they are into it or not. 
“Hm... Not my go-to, but I won’t say no either.”
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quixoticanarchy · 18 days ago
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my favorite doomed Silm family... Nimloth, Dior, Eluréd, Elurín, Elwing
the uncolored sketch I drew with my left hand to practice, then remembered the kids should look younger, since Elwing is like. 3 (??) at the time of the Kinslaying, so I did another version right-handed and with color
[ID: a pencil sketch of Nimloth and Dior holding their 3 children, and a colored pencil drawing of Nimloth beside Dior, who is wearing the Nauglamír, and their kids to the side. They are in a garden with a stone arch. /end ID]
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quixoticanarchy · 19 days ago
Expectation: I check War of the Jewels for reference as to birth/death dates for Dior, Nimloth, and their family, and then I read about rainshadow effects in the Atacama desert so I can write an actual essay for a class I am paying tuition for, etc, etc.
Reality: I speed-read 300 pages of War of the Jewels, go through about five separate spirals about geography, genealogy, politics, and name changes; fail to notice that it is now nearly midnight, and fail to answer my original question
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Spymistress!Melian once again
It occurs to me that perhaps my first post on Spymistress!Melian might have been a little meme-y but considering I run a meme blog can you blame me? Anyways. 
-Melian, as I stated before hand quite literally taught the Nightingales to sing. If this isn’t some sort of eternal kinship I don’t know what is. Singing is their thing, and Melian showed them how. They are tight.
-If the Enemy & the Dwarves have birds then why wouldn’t, you know, the people who vibe the most with the wilds have bird friends too? Especially when the person in question is a minor goddess and is associated with said birds. 
-Sure the Girdle of Melian is great and all, but it’s defensive in nature. Only a fool ignores what lays outside the confines of safety, and Melian is specifically regarded for wisdom. She knows exactly what her barrier can do, and specifically remarks that it can’t keep everything (cough Beren) out. 
-Scouts are also cool, and can be incredibly effective. But birds are faster and can be more unintrusive than even the stealthiest elf. It’s a matter of the speed of which information is carried and the chance of said info being compromised. 
Anyways I hope my rambling made sense lmao I’m just trying to string my wild thoughts together 
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