#elvish pregnancy and birth

[elithilanor]

I’ve been wondering recently whether or not Elvish Wardens and other fighters are allowed to be present during the births of their children?

Like, if you’re going LACE compliant, then most elves who can birth children won’t become warriors unless necessary and even then, they’ll try to minimize the deaths they cause so they can physically create life.

So like obv you could be a warrior and a someone who births, but I wonder if at one point there was a rule or at least a cultural norm about not having warrior-class parents in the birthing chambers? My initial gut reaction would be to say yes (especially given fathers weren’t allowed in with their wives until I believe the 1950-60s in the UK in which Tolkien based his knowledge off of), but also both parents are expected to spiritually feed their elfling after their birth so maybe not? Or maybe the act of birth itself is considered so high-concern that the answer would still be no.

Anyone have any elvish birthing canons and customs? Curious about thoughts related to LACE and non-LACE!

#Tolkien elves #Tolkien meta #elves #elvish gender expression is different okay #elvish pregnancy and birth #lotr #lord of the rings hcs #lotr headcannons #silm #silmarilion #tolkien legendarium #Tolkien LACE #LACE compliance #non LACE compliant

[ardafanonarch]

Hello, in fic I've come across mentions of

- the elves stopping frequently on their journey to Aman to have sex (and Orome urging them forward by creating storms?)

- elf sex being too intense for most mortals to survive

I think these come from HoME or NoME (or similar sources), but I've never seen the actual quotes. There might be other things related to elf-sex in there as well.

So I guess my question is: What else did Tolkien mention about elf sex, apart from (the already relatively well-known) LaCE?

Elf Sex Lore

There comes a time in every Tolkien fan’s journey when they come upon the Professor’s writings on Elf sex — and, since 2021, there are even more! Elf Sex Lore remains a hot topic as the fandom continues to experience the aftershocks of the spurt of new lore that came with the publication of The Nature of Middle-earth (NoMe) in 2021.

As you say Anon, before NoMe was published, the fandom’s primary resource on Elf sex was the (in)famous essay Laws and Customs Among the Eldar (LaCE), published in 1993 in Morgoth’s Ring, the tenth volume of the History of Middle-earth series. LaCE is full of juicy (or not-so-juicy) lore about Elven aging, marriage, gender roles, naming, death, and rebirth.

It is in relation to the first two that we get some details on Elf sex, such as the knowledge that “it was the act of bodily union that achieved marriage, and after which the indissoluble bond was complete.” (Laws B). We also learn that:

“…the Eldar say* that in the begetting, and still more in the bearing of children, greater share and strength of their being, in mind and in body, goes forth than in the making of mortal children. For these reasons it came to pass that the Eldar brought forth few children; and also that their generation was in their youth or earlier life, unless strange and hard fates befell them. But at whatever age they married, their children were born within a short space of years after their wedding. For with regard to generation the power and the will are not among the Eldar distinguishable. Doubtless they would retain for many ages the power of generation, if the will and desire were not satisfied; but with the exercise of the power the desire soon ceases, and the mind turns to other things. The union of love is indeed to them great delight and joy, and the ‘days of children’, as they call them, remain in their memory as the most merry in life; but they have many other powers of body and of mind which their nature urges them to fulfil.” The History of Middle-earth Vol. 10: Morgoth’s Ring, ‘The Later Quenta Silmarillion (II)’, Laws B

*Note how this paragraph is introduced: “the Eldar say”. Phrases like this signal to us that LaCE is not written from a Elvish point of view. There are indications elsewhere clearly pointing to a human author with a human audience in mind.

Translation: Elves use up a lot of energy in baby-making, including in the sex part (“begetting”) but even more in the pregnancy and birthing part (“bearing”), so they don’t have a lot of children and they do so early in life, shortly after marriage. But even if they marry later in life, Elves are still able to have babies because being able to and wanting to reproduce are the same thing for Elves. But once they’ve fulfilled the desire to make babies they’re good and turn to other things. Still, they look back on the time of baby-making as “the most merry in life”.

In most (if not all) cases, when Tolkien writes about sex he is writing about reproduction. Did Elves have sex solely for pleasure? Maybe; I cannot find anything that says they didn’t. I also can find little conceptual separation of sex and reproduction in Tolkien’s writings. Make of that what you will.

(At this point I want to reiterate a principle central to this blog: it’s about presenting what canon says; it is not about casting judgement on creations that subvert, reinterpret, or ignore canon, none of which makes a work lesser than one which adheres strictly to canon.)

So what did NoMe add to our knowledge about Elf sex? First of all, let’s make sure we all know what NoMe is.

What is The Nature of Middle-earth?

NoMe is a volume of texts by J.R.R. Tolkien collected and edited by Carl Hostetter. It is basically a supplement to the last three volumes of The History of Middle-earth (Morgoth’s Ring, The War of the Jewels, and The Peoples of Middle-earth), which cover a period from the late 1950s to his death during which Tolkien was undertaking a rather massive project of worldbuilding, working out the structures underlying his Silmarillion mythology in preparation for revising and publishing what he had written of it before ‘a sequel to The Hobbit’ (LotR) took him away from it for the better part of two decades.

Christopher Tolkien in Morgoth’s Ring called this undertaking “analytic speculation concerning [the] underlying postulates” of his world (Foreword to Morgoth’s Ring). That’s how we end up with essays like LaCE and the philosophical debate about the fates of Men and Elves in Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth.

The texts in NoMe all date to around the same time and deal with the same sorts of questions about the physics and metaphysics of the world: it contains the essay on ósanwë, for example.

The Context of the NoMe Sex Lore

The first section of NoMe, ‘Time and Ageing’, is where we get the new lore on Elf sex. As it happens, the sex lore is rather incidental to extensive ruminations two core questions:

How did Elves experience the passage of time and how did they age?

How did the population of Elves go from 144 at Awaking to a sufficiently high number (around 30 000) when they reached the shores of Beleriand on the Great Journey?

(It is not relevant to get into why 144 and why 30 000 here; suffice to say those are the numbers Tolkien wanted and he expended great imaginative and mathematical energy trying to make them work.)

A note on the textual context: Anyone who has ever engaged in worldbuilding knows how it can go. You think (for example), “Okay, I need to develop a backstory for this character’s spouse,” and before you know it you are knee-deep in invented genealogies and geographies and Eru-knows-what-else.

It’s important to bear in mind that this is what Tolkien was doing. The quotes we are about to look at (yes, very soon!) are from a collection of evolving (and unresolved) notes in various states of refinement from barely legible scribbles to carefully penned essays. I will let you decide what that means to you based on your personal definition of canon, but I wanted the textual context to be clear.

Elf Sex Is Intense

In relation to Question 1, Tolkien considers the time-scales of Elven growth, including pregnancy. In the essay under discussion, Tolkien decides that Elven pregnancy should, like human pregnancy, take about 3/4 of a year. Oh no - not that kind of year. A yên, a ‘long year’, the unit used by the Elves and to which the matter of their bodies (their hröar) is bound. Elves gestate for 108 Sun years.

I know what you’re asking: If the pregnancy lasts 108 years, then how long does the sex last?

No? No! You’re probably asking yourself why Tolkien hated Elf-women so much (don’t worry, he says there’s no pain…)! But Tolkien was interested in the first question, which he answered thus:

“On the other hand the act of procreation, being of a will and desire shared and indeed controlled by the fëa, was achieved at the speed of other conscious and wilful acts of delight or of making. It was one of the acts of chief delight, in process and in memory, in an Elvish life, but its intensity alone provided its importance, not its time or length: it could not have been endured for a great length of time, without disastrous “expense.”” (NoMe, p. 24)

An earlier version of this passage, which you may also come across in fandom, comes to a similar conclusion:

“But the act of procreation not being one of growth until the union of the seed and being under full control of the will does not take long - though it is longer and of more intense delight in Elves than in Men: too intense to be long endured.” (NoMe, pg. 27)

Translation: Pregnancy, like other aspects of physical growth, is a process of the hröa over which the fëa has no control; thus it is bound to unfold on “Elvish time”, i.e. 1 year = 144 years. But the sex leading up to it is an act of the fëa and under its control and therefore occurs at a “normal” speed. The Elves love it, too! But not because of how long it lasts, which is a regular amount of time, but because of how intense it is. In fact, it is so intense that if it were any longer they would suffer “disastrous “expense”.”

What is this “expense”? Basically, it’s referring to the usage of an Elf’s natural “vitality” — far greater than that of Men but not infinite. As far as I can tell, this passage means that having intense Elf sex for too long would have spiritual results similar to Míriel’s bearing of Fëanor, or Fëanor’s creation of the Silmarils. Too much of their spirit would be expended (used up) in the act, with possibly disastrous consequences.

These are the quotes from which, I think, originate the rumour that Elf sex was too intense for mortals to survive. As you can see, the discussion is about Elf/Elf relations. Elf sex is too intense for Elves to endure for too long. Anything about what this means for Elf/Mortal sexual relations is fan conjecture.

That’s the Elf Sex nugget from Tolkien’s considerations of Elven growth rates: Elf sex (between Elves) is intense but of a normal duration.

Elven enthusiasm for baby-making delays March

As you can imagine, more nuggets are unearthed in relation to Question 2, which boils down to Tolkien crying: “I need the Cuiviénen Elves to breed a lot and quickly!”

Initially, Tolkien developed some Elven life cycle schemes that had them taking a leisurely approach to reproduction, with each generation taking many hundreds, even thousands, of Sun years to materialise.

This scheme did not work for getting him from 144 to ~30k in the timeframe he wanted. So, he made some adjustments to the scheme with respect to the timing of Elven maturity and consequent desire to begin reproducing — and then set about getting those Elves procreating!

One of the solutions he entertained was giving the Elves opportunities to reproduce on the Great Journey. He laid all of this out in a timeline (NoME, p. 49-53) detailing where and for how long the host of Elves would pause because of the “desire to beget children” (p. 49).

Reading this timeline, it can become increasingly comical each time this desire to reproduce (i.e., have sex) halts the host. It can start to read like, “The Elves took forever to cross Middle-earth because they couldn’t stop banging!” And, in a way, that is what happened. But bear in mind the context is an attempt at solving the problem of increasing the Elven population to a number Tolkien considered satisfactory for his worldbuilding endeavours. An Elven enthusiasm for sex is there, but it’s not the whole picture.

There are several points on the timeline when Oromë hangs out with the Elves or checks in on them, and he does become increasingly concerned with their begetting-related delays. For example:

“About 2000 pairs (of available Telerin 8th gen. of 4,950) beget children in the spring 1130/80. The Chiefs and Oromë are disturbed.” (NoMe, p. 51)

(“The Chiefs” are Ingwë, Finwë, and Elwë.)

And:

“Either by chance, machinations of Sauron, and/or because Oromë withdraws protection (hoping to make the Eldar less content with their new Home (Atyamar), winters are hard and the weather worsens.” (NoMe, p. 51)

The second quote is the origin of that rumour about Oromë creating storms to urge the Elves on because they were having too much sex. Is it canon? Not quite: Oromë didn’t create the storm, for one, and the emphasis is on sex for the pleasure of children more than the pleasure of sex on its own (though, as we know from the previous discussion, sexual pleasure was certainly had!). But the rumour you've heard is not without basis in Tolkien’s notes.

The First Elves Really Loved Sex

There’s one more Elf sex nugget in NoMe that I’d like to end with. While scrambling to get his Cuiviénen Elves reproducing at an adequate rate to reach his population-at-finding target, Tolkien came up with what he calls the “Quick prolific” scheme (p. 99).

“The Quendi in their first few generations before the March (or reaching Valinor) must — as is quite reasonable — be made far more eager for love and the begetting and bearing of children. *They must have larger families, at shorter intervals between births.” (p. 107)

To explain this attitude of reproductive eagerness in the first few generations of Elves, Tolkien coins the term “philoprogenitive” — they love to procreate! Procreating — not artistic and intellectual pursuits or exploration or leadership as with later generations — is their number one priority in life. So much so that “they mated almost at once with their predestined mates” (p. 54).

Not only that, but they have so many babies! In one version of the scheme, 12 children per couple in the first generation (p. 108). (This soon changes to 6 per couple. Philoprogenitive they may be, but no one gets to outdo Fëanor).

As with the highly intense Elf sex and the Great Journey delayed by procreating, this is another bit of NoMe lore with great imaginative potential. As we learn from LaCE, Elves enjoyed sex, quite a bit actually, but they enjoyed a lot of other things also, and after a period of baby-making they would usually move on from sex (though they would always remember it fondly). But the First Elves, those early generations by the shores of Cuiviénen? No such balance between sex and other pursuits. It was all about sex and procreation for them.

Of course, what we’ve been looking at are drafts and notes. While all written around the same time (late 1950s to early 1960s), none of the texts here examined were ever finalised and many of them don’t even agree with each other. Tolkien was experimenting; he was worldbuilding. And with the publication of these notes in NoMe, we in turn get some intriguing ingredients for worldbuilding of our own.

So, do as you like with the Elf sex lore. But if you’re looking for a great setting for some canon-compliant smut, may I suggest Cuiviénen?

Resources

PDF of LaCE

Mythgard Academy’s seminars on The Nature of Middle-earth. You don’t actually have to have read or own NoMe to follow these discussions. Great for getting a handle on the material, and ideal for listening as you work your way through reading.

#nature of middle-earth #history of middle-earth #laws and customs among the eldar #anon #happy valentine's day

[gravidwithlore]

The village elders had always said that orcs rarely showed in pregnancy (until they were practically about to pop) because they were naturally better at carrying offspring than other (smaller) peoples.

That hadn't stopped Olx's jealousy, whenever they saw the elves and humans and other smaller peoples waddling around their village, bellies on display through almost their entire pregnancy with their half-orc offspring. Olx knew that carrying orcish offspring was actually a huge risk for these people, but they couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be so heavy and round, their fertility on display and unhideable so early on in their pregnancy, hands unable to reach the apex of their belly by the end, their big rowdy babies jostling each other for space in their overstretched womb.

Once when their elvish brother-in-law was carrying their brothers first brood, they had come over to visit. His brother-in-law was settled in a chair laden with pillows, their parents absolutely doting on the massively pregnant elf who looked fit to burst any second, despite having at least a couple months to go. They all chatted for a few hours, occasionally marveling at the idol of fertility sitting in their living room, when suddenly one of the elfs rowdy brood sent a hard kick upwards towards his chest, visibly jostling a heavy milk-filled teat so hard that a wet stain immediately began to spread across the front of his tunic. His brother-in-law's face had gone red in embarrassment, and everyone rushed to console him and offer him a new tunic or a towel.

Olx though, couldn't stop thinking about what had happened, long after his brother had helped his spouse waddle back to their own home. They kept imagining what it would feel like to be so gravid and overwhelmed by their own womb, even their own tits overfilling in preparation for feeding so many large babies. Their belly and tits so swollen and stretched, their babies so large and crowded that the rest of Olx's body was at their mercy, one small kick enough to put their body's fertility on display whether they wanted to or not. Olx had never felt so horny in their entire life.

Over time he'd accepted that would never be something they'd truly feel, orcs only just began to show soon before they gave birth after all. And even then, it was only a small swell, never large enough to make an orc waddle or take up their entire lap. Sometimes Olx would stuff pillows under his shirt, just to see what it might look like, but they knew that it was just a fantasy, an impossible dream that would never come true. Until Olx met the giant.

Small for a giant, but a giant nonetheless. A giant that towered over Olx behind the pub as they flirted, picked them up and shook the wall as they pressed him against it, pinned them down and bent them over with ease, just their fingers stretching them farther than any orc cock had before. By the time Olx's eyes rolled back in their head as they came the first, but definitely nowhere near the last, time that night, they were absolutely ruined for anybody or anything else. In more ways than one.

They traveled together for a couple of months, casually sharing bed rolls or whatever other surfaces they could fuck each other raw on, then went their separate ways. The giant to continue their adventures, Olx back to their home village. The slight but growing curve of their belly was a sign that they might not be able to travel for much longer, and they wanted to have the support of their family and community through their first pregnancy. Olx told the giant before they split ways, he seemed relieved that they didn't expect him to stick around or take any responsibility over the child, free to adventure as untethered and unburdened as they were before the pair met.

At barely 3 months along, Olx arrived back in their village. The curve of their belly just past the point of being able to hide. The village midwives fluttered around them, ushering him home to help prepare for the birth, chastising him for waiting so long and traveling in such a state, surely he was practically overdue! They had a hard time believing Olx when they said they weren't even in the 2nd trimester yet, and since giants are quite rare, they didn't believe them when he told them about the child's other parent.

But as time went by and Olx's belly continued to grow it got harder and harder to disprove. Olx was loving every second of it. Their body wouldn't let them forget how thoroughly they'd been knocked up by their giant lover, from how sensitive and swollen his chest had become, to the stretch marks already littering his gravid belly, the soft flutters and kicks Olx was beginning to feel, even his achy hips weighed down and making room for their inevitable birth. And with their hormones going wild, their libido increased, every reminder of their fecundity felt as though it were sending them into a heat.

Soon it became impossible for them to satisfy the near constant ache between their legs on their own. The realization had made Olx come on the spot, suddenly wishing the father of their child had stuck around, if only so they could get bent over and fucked properly. It was no problem to rely on the kindness of their community, orcs had no qualms about that sort of thing, like many other peoples did, and they were more than happy to help keep him satisfied, even if they now paled in comparison to Olx's baby daddy. In fact, there were quite a few orcs who were especially eager to help out, practically worshipping them like an idol to fertility and making sure any need was taken care of round the clock.

By the time they were in their 3rd trimester, Olx looked like no other orc they'd ever seen. The rest of the village whispered that they had been blessed by an Orcish fertility god, and with good reason. Their gravid belly now dwarfed the rest of their body, when he sat they had to spread their legs wide to accommodate the massive globe, silvery stretch marks spread across it, occasionally shifting as a kick or a stretching hand appeared from their already cramped but still growing child. Olx's chest had long since swollen into massive tits, now each were easily the size of their head, resting atop his belly like they were on a shelf, also peppered with their own stretch marks and leaking thin streams of milk at the slightest stimulation.

Despite the village midwives insistence on bed rest, Olx still insisted on walking around town and taking care of the preparations for his children's arrival for himself. They enjoyed feeling their center of gravity shift practically day by day at this point, constantly needing to keep at least one hand on their back for balance, clumsily knocking things over as they misjudged their wombs wide reach.

On one of these walks, a new visitor arrived in the village. A giant. Not the same giant who had made Olx's fantasy a reality, but taller and broader, they introduced themselves as Amin, a traveler looking for a place to hunker down for the winter. The entire village heartily welcomed their guest and newest winter resident, but none greeted them so enthusiastically as Olx did. By nightfall they were doing their best to bounce on Amin's cock, more desperately rutting than bouncing, the rough jerky movements quickly making their milky tits weep and their wombs resident kick in protest, making Olx whine and moan at the stimulation. It didn't take long for Amin to flip Olx onto their back, as easily as if he was a sack of flour. The wind was knocked out of Olx's lungs as the impossibly heavy weight of their womb settled on their lungs, leaving them little air to scream at the pleasure of Amin thrusting in to the hilt and taking a heavy leaky teat into their mouth, their large lips and mouth enveloping not just the nipple but most of the tit itself. Amin chuckled around their breast and their hips gave a sharp thrust that had Olx seeing stars for the first, but far from the last, time that winter.

Olx welcomed Amin into his home, and they spent the first few weeks of winter eagerly 'hibernating' together, until one night Amin 'hibernated' Olx right into labor. The midwives were called, and Olx insisted Amin be allowed to stay to help them through the birth. And stay they did, helping turn some of Olx's pain to pleasure as his body slowly worked to move their (literally) giant baby down his tight canal. The birth took days, but at the end Olx, suckling his half-giant twins at his breasts, leaned back against Amin more exhausted and worn out than ever, but also more happy and content than he'd ever felt in his life.

The winter was harsh, but for Olx it passed in bliss with his new born twins and Amin. When the spring finally arrived it was time for Amin to go. Not permanently, they just had some business they needed to wrap up. They'd fallen deeply in love, not just with Olx but the entire village and it's community, they'd finally found a place they were happy to settle down in, once their business was finished. Olx walked them to the edge of the village, the already large twins bound to him in a cloth wrap, one resting in his chest, the other his back, and kissed them goodbye. As he watched Amin walk the path away from the village Olx smiled softly, and rubbed the already growing curve of his belly, and wondered how big and round they would be when Amin returned.

#mpreg #nbpreg #my ramblings #orc pregnancy #preg kink #giant pregnancy

[nientedenada]

Go Ahead and Give Your Altmer Family Five Kids (or more)

If you've hung around TES for a while, you've probably heard that elvish women can only have four kids and usually even fewer. But do you know where that comes from?

A scandalous tell-all in the second game of the entire series: Daggerfall. The Real Barenziah says

Children are few among elves. No woman conceives more than four and that is very rare. Two is the allotted number. Some bear none, some only one.

After her first pregnancy, Barenziah has problems conceiving, and it takes centuries of marriage to produce her two children Helseth and Morgiah in pretty quick succession. (And possibly another child before or after them, the game/book details are a bit confusing.)

And on that one book, which wasn't even presented as gospel truth in Daggerfall, rests all the fandom's takes on elven fertility.

That's crazy, particularly since the next game Morrowind actually rebutted the story of overall terrible elf fertility! The scholars in Morrowind will tell you

Elven cultures and social institutions are stable and persistent; Elven nations are neither economically expansive nor militarily adventurous. Elves are conditionally fertile -- that is, they only conceive when population pressure is low -- so expanding populations do not force them to explore or war with neighbors.

How that is achieved is up for debate - perhaps their fertility is naturally low but can be magically supplemented? Or perhaps most of the time they use contraception to keep the birth rate low and this is a cultural trait interpreted as biological. Imagine if someone looked at the low birth rate of First World nations today and assumed that their citizens were infertile.

In the years since Morrowind, nothing has supported the Barenziah version as far as I know. ESO, for example, supports the idea of three children as a cultural ideal.

Three is the Number of the Prime Celestials, as embodied in the sun and the two moons. It is also the number of my perfect daughters, which is why we shall produce no other heirs.

and smashed the idea of a four-child limit for elves in general with Eveli Sharp-Arrow claiming her family of twelve was pretty normal in her corner of Valenwood.

So, if you write elves with more than four kids, you aren't crossing some hard canon line, you're well within the muddled possibilities of canon TES lore.

#niente lore #altmer #tesblr #tes lore

[makalauriels]

Don't know why everyone thinks Galadriel hasn't married Celeborn yet. Maybe the Northern Command was her first job post-Time of Children? Did you ever think that maybe she's so socially inept because she's finding her footing after a 150-200 years leave to birth and raise Celebrian?

They could have seen her off at the Mithlond harbour before she left for Valinor. We don't know that. Celeborn is probably still Lord of a Sindar faction, while Celebrian would functionally be acting as their Lady in the absence of her mother. Imagine fun things instead of going for the most uncharitable reading possible.

There are already many terrible things about being an Elvish woman (100 years pregnancy, losing a chunk of your vitality to baby). Don't take away the good thing that is Elvish couples being free to do their own thing after the time a couple has set aside for childbearing is over. Yes, even living apart, because they have different gifts of mind and body to pursue. Galadriel can totally be off hunting orcs while Celeborn does some ruling.

Also falling in love stories are boring. Galadriel having to tell Celeborn and Celebrian, shamefaced and awkward, that she couldn't gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss her way out of things the way she used to is far funnier.

Imagine this:-

Galadriel: So... I'm back.

Celeborn: Weren't you going back to Aman? Didn't we just see you off at the docks?

Galadriel: I... uh.... jumped off the boat. Then I ended up in Numenor where... things happened. But I was right all along and Sauron's back now.

Celebrian: Mother, what?!

#Rings of Power #rop #Galadriel #Celeborn #Celebrian #Imagine the comedic potential! #But also #Judging from episode 3 and how much better she gets when she interacts in a friendly manner with others #I think she needs to learn humility #And how to work in a team

[benslittlestarkiller]

This is my LOTR OC, Amber Greenleaf for my upcoming fanfic A Light in the Dark. Below is her character profile.

Name: Amber Greenleaf Aliases: Amber, Thranduil calls her “ithildin” (means “starlight” in Elvish) Gender/Pronouns: she/her Sexual/Romantic Orientation: straight Age: 3458 years old Birthdate: she was born in the Second Age Occupation: assassin Height: 5′5″ ft Build: curvy but thin, wide hips, huge breasts, fat ass, long legs Skin Tone: tan Hair: long (reaches her ass), blonde, and wavy Eyes: one blue, one brown (represents her duality) Identifying Marks: has a long scar on her back (will be discussed in her background...) Appearance: stunningly beautiful, she seems to glow in the moonlight (which is why Thranduil calls her “ithildin”), beings of all realms are captivated by her. Many love her, but no one truly knows her... except for Thranduil. Personality: Motivations: is sent by the guild of assassins to kill Thranduil, she had been brainwashed from birth to follow her leader (Sauron)’s orders, however meeting Thranduil changed everything. She left the league of assassins and Sauron sent assassins after her, but Thranduil saved her life. When she became pregnant with his child (Legolas), she vowed to take down the assassin syndicate so that her child would be safe.  Current Goal: kill Suaron and protect her unborn child Life Goal: Amber wants to live a happy life with Thranduil in Mirkwood, and have lots of his babies. Motto: “In the darkness, we found a light many never see...” Best Quality: her beauty Worst Quality: None. Fears: losing Thranduil Hobbies: fighting, assassinating, killing, maiming, torture, sex. Talents: sex, killing, singing Skills: sex, killing Alignment: grey, neutral. Group/Organizational Affiliations: Brotherhood of Assassins, Thranduil Family: marries Thranduil and has Legolas, and then some more kids too. Best Friends: Thranduil Relationship Status: Married to Thranduil Significant Other: Thranduil Other Relationships: none Secret: Is part of assassin group (Thranduil doesn’t know at first) then pregnant (she doesn’t tell him for a while - elf pregnancies can last for up to 4 years) Influential Memory: being tortured by Sauron, it’s how she got her scar on her back Role Model: at first she admires Sauron but then she sees the error of his ways Crush: Thranduil Source of Embarrassment: her scar Source of Pride: her big happy family with Thranduil

Backstory: Amer grew up in an orphanage, she was abandonded as an elf baby, and was found by Sauron who raised her. However he was abusive and mistreated her. He taught her to fight, and then she joined his Assassin League, and he gave her a task to prove her loyalty: Kill Thranduil. Amber left for Mirkwood where she met Thranduil in the woods one night. She gripped her dagger tight, its tip laced with poison, but before she could strike him down, he spoke. Instantly, she was captivated by him. Fate had brought them together. Theirs was a love that would change Middle Earth irrevocably. 

#lord of the rings #lotr #thranduil x reader #thranduil imagine #thranduil x oc #thranduil x wife #thranduil elvenking #the hobbit #frodo baggins #middle earth #JRR Tolkien #JRR Tolkein #lee pace #thranduil x original female character #thranduil x original character #my oc #sauron #mirkwood

[littlebosslady7]

Hi D. 25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Hey, nonny.

Vex has freckles. Vex has freckles pop in up in her pregnancy with Vesper and they never went away, even after she gave birth to any of of the kids.

Both Vex and Percy have tattoos - Vex has a target tattoo on her right bicep, a long raven's feather on her left forearm. Percy has the Sun Tree in brownish, coppery gold ink like his wife's freckles. That's between his shoulder blades. And they both have the Slayer's Take tattoo on their right forearms.

I know in stream it's a brand. Not sure if Percy would be willing to get a brand after being tortured. He will get tattooed after some liquor.

Sometimes they have the kids' initials hidden somewhere in Elvish. Percy's tattoos are over his numerous scars by the way. Sometimes Vex has a compass on her wrist and Percy dorkily has Bad News on his bicep after a drunken night with Vex, Scanlan, and Pike.

Writers' Ask Game

#writing #perc’ahlia #cr headcanons #ask game

[ladysternchen]

(head)canon- Elmo

Another one (sorry). I know it is said in NoME that Elmo was born on the great journey, but nope, sorry, this does not make sense at all. Saying this, I’m not trying to hint I know someone else's stories better than they do themselves, it’s just that being a writer myself, I know about ideas you take up and write down and either discharge them later or make them your new story. If those notes are later taken and published, you’re bound to get a lot of incoherent storylines and with the original author dead, there is absolutely no way to find out. So the only thing the reader can actually do is to make up their own mind, What is right? What is wrong? Who owns a story? Because the story comes alive a million times in the heads of the readers. Alright, but that’s not what this was supposed to be about. Elmo being born on the journey makes no sense at all if we take into consideration what we know about elvish reproduction, which is that children are begotten only in times of stability. And whatever the time preceding the leaving of Cuiviénen was, it most certainly was not stable. And who if not the parents of Elmo (and thus the parents of Elwë and Olwë) would KNOW this. I mean, their eldest being taken to Valinor so he could persuade his people afterwards, um, they would have noticed?! (sorry, sorry, I’m being sarcastic). Both their grown up (more or less, depending on the source you use as reference) sons would lead the host of the Nelyar, so they were both well aware of them leaving Cuiviénen and of the fact that a march through the best part of Middle-Earth was no place for a baby. Even if you go with the assumption of elves having no health issues during pregnancy and birth, it is still known that begetting and bearing elflings takes strength from both parents. Not cool on a long journey. And even if birth goes as smoothly as it can, you’ll still have a newborn that can not yet  walk, that needs to be carried. And nursed. That needs to learn to walk and talk and sing and dance. That slows things up. Yes, that was an issue with the Teleri in general, but I really can’t imagine they’d put that burden knowingly on both their sons.  Now, there is generally very very little we know about Elmo, except his family tree and that he was younger than his brothers and that he must have had the closer relationship with Elwë, with whom he remained (which is very curiously worded, ‘who was beloved by Elwë, with whom he remained’- because really Elmo’s feelings matter in this situation). But still, if we go on with the question of where he was born, we would also have to ask ourselves what happened to their parents if they started the Great Journey? Being killed on the march in a freak accident? Well, yes, possibly (my headcanon is still different). Abandon all their sons  to turn back (say, together with Lenwë)? Hardly. Because, why a) go on the journey in the first place and b) why not take their youngest with them? Would be an odd decision of a child to choose the brothers over the parents. And I really don’t see how on earth they could have actually made it to Beleriand, because we can almost certainly say that they did not remain there (we would know, I think, well recorded as the line of the half-elven is), and them following Olwë to Valinor makes even less sense (at least from a parent’s point of view. I mean, I can’t imagine choosing to follow the child that heads to safety and bliss over staying with those whose fate in uncertain- because even if they believed Elwë dead, Elmo stayed looking for his brother, who would just leave in such a situation?) Alright, so I waffled a lot about why that theory of Elmo being born en route makes no sense to me, but here goes my explanation what I imagine instead (and have at the heart of all my fanfics as well):

In my headcanon, Elmo was born shortly before Oromë came back to persuade the elves to come with him for good (and thus choosing the ambassadors and show them Valinor), so at a time that was still more or less stable. Now the question of whether or not Melkor was overthrown by that time is difficult (because again, depending on source), but whether or not, dark creatures were still roaming around, snatching elves (yes, I very much stick with the orcs were made of elves-theory. Yes, I know Tolkien turned away from that later. Still, there ARE both versions, and both versions are canon in a way), and that would have been what happened to his parents when Elmo was only a baby of round about a year. As then head of the family, Elwë would have been the one to raise Elmo, thus also explaining why they were so very close. The time of Elwë’s journey to Valinor would have been horrible for Elmo, because he would still have been a child with massive anxiety concerning loss. Those years would have been a nightmare, and he would have had Elwë promise never (never never ever until Arda is broken and remade) to leave him again. Well, we know that promise was broken, though not intentionally. But Elwë disappearing just before they had finally completed the journey would have propelled Elmo straight back to that said old nightmare. Still, those years were what made him truly grow up, the time in which he married and had his son. When Elwë did return,(there are no words able to describe what conflicting emotions Elmo felt then) he joined him in Eglador. Nothing can be guessed from canon thereafter and I know many have him die long before the rise of the sun, but in my headcanon he stayed alive (which was probably crueler that dying would have been) to lose his son in the first battle (again, headcanon only, as we know even less about Galadhon than we do about Elmo), go through all the heartbreak and again conflicting emotions of Beren’s and Lúthien’s story, and finally to lose his wife, daughter-in-law and Galathil’s wife (I’ve written about this already) as well. It would be only months (maybe years, but not many) later that Elu was killed in the quarrel over the Silmaril and this time, Elmo COULD NOT feel. He knew he was hurting, knew he grieved, knew the additional heartbreak of losing Melian as well, whom he had always loved as a sister, but didn’t feel any of it, and this not feeling was more terrifying than grief (and ooooh, he knew grief better than most of the Iathrim). All was just blank, horrible stillness. He should have said something to Melian, at least bid her farewell, but he could not. It was he, he and Mablung who physically laid Elu to rest and he would have so wished to feel, to remember, but he could not.  What made him sit by his brother’s grave evening after evening and return the lullabies sung to him as small child, he did not know, nor care. Maybe it really was getting feeling back. That didn’t do the trick, though. The dwarves did. His brother’s murderers returning to Menegroth to kill and plunder finally stirred him out of his frozen state. Maybe it just hurt so badly, or maybe it was all just finally too much, but he sought and found his death in the battle of the thousand caves.

#long post #silmarillion #fanfiction #NoME #what is actually canon #headcanon explained #elmo #elwe singollo #brothers #theories that don't make sense

[piceuscelus]

ciri week 2022 masterpost

ciri week 2022 series on my ao3

● Monday: do it right (+ the tumblr post)

Chapters: 1/1 (7,726 words) Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Dara

Summary: “Now, are you still willing?” He gapes for a moment. “Willing?” he asks, and then he catches up. Can we help her? We can, if there is anyone willing.  Sweet fucking Melitele.   “Yes,” he answers. An elvish ritual has an unintended effect on Ciri, and it falls to Dara to help her.

● Tuesday: little minx (+ the tumblr post)

Chapters: 1/1 (2662 words) Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Jaskier | Dandelion

Summary:

“I see you’ve finally discovered how much of a little minx she is.“

Ciri apologizes in her own special way for frightening Jaskier; Geralt catches them.

● Wednesday: birth / control (+ the tumblr post)

Chapters: 2/2, (7658 words) Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Original Male Character(s), Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg

Summaries:

Chapter 1:

“Pretty little cunt is even prettier all stuffed white. Good thing you’re on that pill, baby, or I’d have you knocked up.”

She gasps again, even more genuinely this time, and whines as she claws at his shoulders. “Please,” she sobs. “Please, please, please.”

Ciri wants to give Yenenfer a baby, so she lets a stranger knock her up.

Chapter 2:

��Cirilla,” Yennefer says, slowly, with as much control as she can manage. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

Yennefer finds out about the pregnancy and has an unexpected reaction.

● Thursday: naked acceptance (+ the tumblr post)

Chapters: 1/1 (7161 words) Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Lambert, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Coën, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Lambert/Coën

Summary:

“Wait, Geralt.” Lambert grabs his brother’s elbow as he’s helping Ciri up from the blooded snow. The girl hisses as she stands, and he notes how she’s favoring one leg.

 “Let me,” he continues, when Geralt raises an eyebrow. He gestures to Ciri. “She wouldn’t have been on the Pendulum if I hadn’t goaded her to it. I’ll take care of her.”

Lambert and Coën help Ciri after her near-win on the Pendulum.

● Friday: leave your mark (+ the tumblr post)

Chapters: 1/1 (1851 words) Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Mistle

Summary:

“Give me a reason, and mark me yours.”

Ciri and Mistle’s last night together goes a little differently.

● Saturday: welcome to the show (+ the tumblr post)

Chapters: 1/1 (2479 words) Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit| Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Lambert

Summary:

The camera beeps as Lambert hits record, and Ciri gives it a cheeky little smirk and wave. Lambert rolls his eyes, but he’s grinning when he walks into the frame and gets his hands on her.

Lambert and Ciri make a video with a new toy.

● Sunday: gonna feel this in the morning (+ the tumblr post)

Chapters: 1/1 (7077 words) Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Dara, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon/Eskel 

Summary:

“…think you can take one more, minne?”

 “Yes, Domn, I can.”

Ciri is free use at a kink event; Dara surprises her.

#celus writes #dead dove #dead dove: do not eat

[lovebotlenore]

Name: Ananeil

Race: Tiefling

Age: 58

Class: Barbarian

Background: Noble

Romance: Wyll

Theme song: Dinner and Diatribes - Hozier

Bio:

Born into a noble High Elf family, the first 50 years of Ananeil's life were considerably normal by a nobles standards. She had private touters and excelled at performing courtly dances. On her 50th birthday this all came crashing down around her.

Before her birth Ananeil's mother had been having trouble conceiving a child to secure her marriage to Ananeil's Duke of a father. Due to her mothers lower social status the only way to ensure he asked for her hand was to ensure a pregnancy. However the dukes parents were working to secure a marriage between him and another duchess. Upon hearing this news her mother reached for who ever would save her be it hag, devil, or god.

It didn't take any time for her to catch Raphael's attention. After all he mingled amongst the Baldur's Gate nobles and she was a notable fixture on the Duke's arm. When Raphael promised her a child the deal was agreed to before he even finished his terms. The child would be born under a glamour, but on the child's half century birthday he would come and collect his prize, the Duchess.

However when he was turned away by the Duchess and Duke the contract was broken and the Duchess's infidelity was thrust into the spot light. She had slept with a devil and this perfect elvish child was no more than a teifling. Plucking out Ananeil's left eye and placing a kiss to it, Raphael shattered the glamour protecting her amongst the nobility she had grown up within before disappearing once again.

The eye shone with devil's fire and her alabaster elven skin began to peel away leaving deep blue in it's wake. The Duke denounced her and her mother. Sending her mother to the dungeons and Ananeil into the streets.

It didn't take long for Ananeil to be taken in by a Matron of a high end brothel. If the girl could entertain the high end customers with her noble charms when she had a home.

Ananeil had been working in the brothel for almost 7 years before she was abducted by the Mind Flayers.

And Raphael, who had been keeping an eye on his spawn this whole time, put his plan into place for the Crown of Karsus. The only thing he forgot to account for was just how hated he was by his own daughter.

#tav: ananiel #my tavs

[eggxeggxegg]

The new information I learned from NoMe, version 3 {because I’m just obsessive like that}

• Elvish pregnancy lasts about 0.75 growth-years, which equals 9 löar (mortal years)

This period was often less but on rare occasions more

Conceiving Feanor took 12 löar

• In the beginning, elvish pregnancy lasted 0.75 yên = 108 löar

Elvish pregnancies cause “quiescence and withdrawal” before and after birth that lasts 36-48 löar

Because of this, Men who interacted with Elves might not even know that an Elven-lord has a wife

• Elvish childbirth is painless

• Elves have really intense sex, and they really enjoy it

• Begetting and childbearing is aging for Elves

• Gil-galad had silver hair to match his silver armor and shield.

• Male elves can’t grow beards at all unless they are in their very latest stage of life

Aragorn, Denethor, Imrahil, Boromir, and Faramir are beardless because they are descendants of Elros the half-elven.

• Unclad maiar can be detected by their smell

• The Eastern Orcs despised and laughed at Mairon’s fair form

• It was not part of Eru’s plan to have the elves be invited to Valinor

• Galadriel is Celeborn’s second wife; his first wife ran away and left him with his son Amroth

#nature of middle earth #tolkien #silmarillion #version 3 of 3

[animerina]

Wine for Freedom-17

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22)

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Thranduil x F!Reader

Summary: The Reader is left with nothing but three bottles of wine after Smaug destroys Laketown and somehow becomes Thranduil’s new brewmaster.

Note: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. This started as a one shot and ended up as a full story. You can read the rest on A03.

All Italics are Elvish.

Chapter 17: Healing and Healers

I could feel the warmth of the sun shining on my face. It was morning already. Cracking my eye open to the early morning light, I groaned and tried turning over to curl back into the softness of the bed. I hadn’t been sleeping well lately, constantly waking up in the night feeling dinner rise back up from my stomach. I still felt the nausea now as I lay in bed. My hands roamed over the faint roundness of my stomach as I sighed. It had only been a few months since we found out about our little love, but I was already wanting them out, the constant urge to vomit making me lose my taste for the beauty that is carrying.

I rolled my self up and off the mattress still cradling my belly and walked to the washroom for the third time that morning. I paused by the mirror to stare at my swollen stomach. Though I was excited, I was still nervous about giving birth. Calanthe had explained that elves carried longer than humans, something I was unaware of and I worried it would be a problem. I did not think my body could take more than nine months of pregnancy, but ever since that strange dream that felt so long ago, I was not sure of what my body was capable of.

Thranduil was already gone as he’d been busy these past few days making plans for my eventual coronation. I felt awful waking him in the night, but he had been a dutiful husband, helping me up and even holding the hair out of my face when I became too sick to do it on my own. I saw his worry and had to remind him that I was human after all and this was expected though I was still hoping it be a temporary side affect. Perhaps it was time to see a healer about it.

Peeking out from my chambers, I saw I was alone. There were no guards waiting which I was grateful for. Ever since Thranduil’s announcement months ago, I felt smothered by everyone in the palace though I knew I should be grateful for the excitement of the staff and council. I no longer felt uncomfortable being fawned over but being alone for once was nice. Dressing quickly, I made my way to the healers’ hall forgoing my usual braids and tying my hair up.

Upon entering, I saw the room was mostly empty save for one person standing near the back of the hall. I called out announcing myself, but felt cold once the elf turned around. It was the healer who accused me of being unfaithful. I had not seen him since our last encounter and was not sure what to say to him hoping someone else was hidden behind one of the many doors. Why him of all people?

He too looked unhappy to see me, a dejected aura surrounding him as he let out a small sigh. I wanted to excuse myself, but a wave of nausea crashed over me and I swallowed down the bile before approaching. I was desperate at that point and I’d let anyone check over me. Once I was close enough, he spoke, eyes never looking directly at me.

“Tarí nin, please sit. I will find someone to assist you. It will be a moment.” He turned to leave.

“Wait,” I suddenly called out. I couldn’t help it, he looked so saddened and I never liked upsetting others. “There is no need to go searching if you are available. I just need something for my stomach.”

Shaking his head, he explained. “I am not allowed to assist you, Tarí nin. Forgive me, I will find the head healer for you.”

My brows drew together.

“Are you not-oh!”

It dawned on me that this was his punishment from Thranduil. He had lost his former position, one he probably had worked to achieve for centuries. I mentally cringed. My own anger and selfishness had gotten him nearly thrown out of the palace and I gathered it was his skill that saved him at least the title of assistant healer. I sighed deeply, embarrassed for my actions. What had he really done other than doubt me? He tried to protect his king and he was punished for it probably because of my anger.

“I came because I feel ill, however, now that I am here I realize I owe you a great apology.” My words stopped him in his tracks. “My anger got the best of me. I am sorry. You were worried for your king and how can I fault you for that? I was angered, but now I understand what that has cost you. I forget what I am; that my words have weight here.”

“I should not have accused-,” he tried to explain, but I stopped him with my hand.

“No, you should not have, but you were only doing what you thought was right. I am sorry it has taken me so long to see that and I-,” I gagged suddenly, quickly covering my mouth.

The elf scanned a shelf before selecting a bottle and handing it to me. “Drink this. It will help.”

Pulling the cork out I downed the liquid inside ignoring the taste and wiped the grimace from my face.

“Sorry,” I said and felt my stomach settle. “Oh, that feels much better.”

“If that is all, Tarí nin,” he began at least meeting my gaze now.

“Yes, thank you,” I paused realizing I didn’t even know his name. “Er well-,” I mumbled embarrassed. Thankfully he caught on.

“Renith,” he bowed.

“I will be honest with you, Renith. I do not know what I am facing with a half-elven child, and I believe I should have the best healers to assist with my condition.”

“King Thranduil has selected the best for you.” His tone was respectful but I heard how hurt he was.

“Renith, with all due respect, you are still the best. If you would assist I would be most grateful.”

“The king has made his decision, I’m afraid.”

“Let me deal with Thranduil. I am sorry for what happened and I would have you lead the healers once more should you wish it,” I stood and bowed to him catching his eyes widening when I lowered my head. “Even if you should not wish to assist with mine and my child’s health, it is the least I can do. Allow me to make up for my mistake.”

Renith stood stunned before gathering himself and responding.

“I thank you, Hiril vuin. That is most generous of you and I accept your offer.” He gestured for me to sit again and took the vial back from me. Setting it on the table, he then took hold of my arm, his fingers feeling my wrist for a pulse. “How have you been feeling lately?”

“The nights and early mornings are the hardest. It is difficult to keep dinner down. Breakfast occasionally as well.” I described what had bothered me nervously, afraid anything I said would alarm him and in turn alarm me.

“That is fairly normal,” he stated and I breathed a sigh of relief. “In time, you should not feel as terrible, however, until then, I will have a tonic prepared for you. It will settle your stomach,” he said releasing me.

“I would appreciate it. Thank you, Renith.”

“You are most welcome. Do you require anything else?”

“No, that is all,” I nodded and began heading back to the door, the healer at my side.

“Thank you again,” he bowed as he opened the door for me.

“It is I who should thank you,” I replied clapping my hand on his shoulder which was awkward considering he was much taller than I. “I am glad to have such a talented healer.”

The smile that spread across my face matched the one he sported and I felt so much better than I had in a while. Now I just needed to find Thranduil.

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#thranduil x reader #thranduil #thranduil x y/n #thranduil x you #lotr #lord of the rings #elves #the hobbit

[trans-noldor]

Saw your tag: I’m here to ask about elf gender! It’s a topic I’m very interested in, but I’m not the best at coming up with headcanons so I’d love to know your thoughts!

omg this got more asks than I thought it would adjgdhffjkdjyk here is what i've written so far:

(tw brief mention of angband, sexual assault, and forced pregnancy, though only in passing) ok tbqh i haven't fleshed this out as much as I could BUT I'm v enthusiastic about what i do have xD (it is v self-indulgent lmao) so the basic idea is that elves have zero concept of gender assigned at birth. every newborn is referred to with they/them pronouns until they're old enough to either tell someone or use osanwe re: their preferred pronouns there are ppl that are genderfluid or decide they want different pronouns than what they originally chose, and there are some elves that think that's wack, but generally *cough bcs fëanáro yelled at anyone who was rude to makalaurë cough* ppl don't misgender ppl

(ok read more bcs it got long)

this is helped by AHHH OUTFITS!!!! CLOTHING!!! JEWELRY!!!!! BRAIDS!!!!! everyone's fave thing ;) so these gender specifications obvs vary from tribe to tribe, though the amanyar generally have very similar indicators bcs they interact so much (i haven't worked out what, exactly, these indicators are yet, but braids and jewelry and certain styles of clothing and even color combos (for the teleri at least xD) (in telerin culture any combination of green and purple clothing indicate neopronouns) can indicate preferred pronouns!!! as for what we would call biological sex/reproductive ability, if it ever needs to be referenced (typically only among close family or lovers) then the phrases "bearer" and "sire" are used. intersex elves are a bit of an anomaly and bcs of this there isn't a specific word for it, they'll simply say that they're neither when in these intimate discussions. survivors of angband (who were often victims of sexual assault and occasionally forced pregnancy) will also often refuse to think of themselves of capable of having children and simply say so in these conversations (which are very rare in the first place due to elvish reproduction rates) on sexuality: elves generally fall in love with the fëa, not the hröa, but with regards to lust there is a certain degree of preference for certain…. bits. y'know ;) so elves that are looking to have a good time but not really a serious relationship will wear additional indicators, but not in like….. polite society (due to stigma regarding hypermonogamy) (unfortunately i can't reason my way out of that one) so like. in oromë's halls tyelko would wear those indicators but in view of his father he wouldn't dare. these "sex" indicators vary wildly even in aman and even more in arda, because these communities are seen as ""deviant"". in aman unbraided hair is one of the indicators that the elf in question is a sLUT (jk, jk, though arafinwë had a lot of embarrassing questions to answer after galadriel came home) avarin cultures are so widespread and separate from everyone else that their gender indicators will occasionally directly contradict other cultures' indicators, which led to some confusion when ambarussat showed up in taur-im-duinath, and when oropher showed up in the greenwood, etc. (this is NOT a post about colonialism in middle earth) uhh that's all i can think of rn xD thank you so much for asking!!!

#elf gender #my headcanons #silmarillion #silm #hopefully this isn't too rambly #finwaytootired

[senalishia]

OKAY notes on Nature of Middle Earth, in no way shape or form comprehensive (I'm not gonna TOUCH the math) but just thoughts that jumped out at me to share:

I like the idea that the Elves become more burdened by the weight of memory as time goes on. That seems like a rich thematic field to potentially explore.

"Minds and wills had far more control than is the case with Men over the events of the body" has always been a favorite headcanon for me (although I doubt Tolkien intended it to mean trans elves can persuade their bodies to have the desired parts) (he may very well however have meant that elves do not get erections unless they intend to)

Tolkien needs to stop fucking making his female characters immaculate saints. Let Turgon's wife (whatever her name) give the Valar the middle finger and die on the Ice!

Yes, yes, all your OCs are now totally plausible, as long as they are irrelevant to whatever narrative the historians thought it was important to write down

NO MATH you cannot tempt me with talk of extra-long pregnancies

I'm ambivalent on "there were no marriages or births during the Great March", it could be made to work, but otoh does that mean they did all their population growth at Cuivienen? Sounds fake. Plus I doubt it was a hugely stressful journey, they weren't exactly being force-marched by Orome.

Exact word are "births were FEW during all the War against Morgoth" I think Orodreth is in the clear.

If someone talks to you for years and is unaware that you're married? Even if they never meet your spouse, that's fucky.

LOL The Silmarillion Film Project also had trouble fucking with the First Age timeline while still leaving room for Maeglin's childhood.

John imma be real with you. There's no way to say "girls mature faster" that isn't creepy.

Pretty sure the essekilme at coming of age is different elsewhere, I could go either way

Why are you so fired up to give elf ladies a ticking biological clock??? I can understand the idea that they only have the strength for so many children, but let them have them when they are ready!!!

John who was bullying you into making the Legendarium scientifically accurate?

See, Tolkien agrees with me, there's no way they weren't increasing in population during the Great March

I'm a big fan of "smoke, vapors, and darkness" being the primary function of Thangorodrim

Okay time numbers are fake but how about these DISTANCE NUMBERS? 550 miles from Eglarest to Lune I can work with. And 2000 miles to Cuivienen. I like it. Past the Sea of Rhun, but not like ALOT past

Oh no he's talking about when Finwe and Miriel get married

HOW COULD ELWE AND OLWE (AND ELMO) BE BROTHERS?

I'm actually a big fan of Ingwe etc not being among the first elves, always have been.

"The first few generations...were nearly all Avari" confirmed

"Elvish lords or Kings...tended to hand on lordship and affairs to their descendante if they could or were engrossed in some pursuit" HOLY SHIT YES

Still creepy, John

Being so excited to see your spouse that you invent language is pretty cute though

I actually cannot express to you how little I want to know the age of any adult elf "in human terms". That. Is. Not. The. Point. Of. Elves.

I'm not entirely opposed to a birth date of SA 300 for Celebrian, although I usually put it somewhat later

He really is hung up on this age gap thing isn't he. Not. The. Point. Of. Elves. Let elf relationships have weird age gaps!

Love for Celeborn is a perfectly fine reason for Galadriel to stay in middle earth IF YOU ARE A COWARD

Seriously who convinced JRRT that 102 years is TOO SHORT a time to space your kids?

Sigh, fine Arwen can be a "special child"

WELL THAT WAS QUITE A TRIP. Remember kids, there is no canon in Tolkien, go forth and do whatever you want!

#tolkien #nature of middle earth

[pistachiozombie]

Bofur x Leanna (OC) - Autumn

Fandom: The Hobbit Bofur x OC (My OC Leanna) Word Count: 968 Content: Lots of Fluff, Pregnancy Also On AO3 Bofur finds out and reacts to the fact he will be loving and raising a daughter for the rest of his life. Post-Hobbit Journey ~ * *

27 Years after the Journey to Erebor and the reclaiming of the mountain, Bofur the dwarf and his hobbit wife Leanna Baggins decide to reside in a beautiful hidden cottage halfway between the Shire and the dwarf’s original home.

It took a few years for Bofur and the help of his kin, Bombur and Bifur, to complete the home. Even then such a gesture wasn’t enough to show the love Bofur had for Leanna - but it was enough for her, immediately deciding she wanted to give birth and raise their children there.

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A grey sky blanketed over the cottage on a cold fall evening. The willow tree dried up for the season and the floral bushes shrunk into thin branches. Thick smoke escaped from the brick chimney and followed the loose leaves through the breeze that was coated with the smell of maple wood burning below the stew in the fireplace.

Leanna bundled into her long burgundy robe decorated with gold trimming resembling both dwarf and halfling features. Her neck was protected warmly with a large puff of wolf fur sewn into the gown. That day she let her wavy strawberry hair flow freely, which also made for a wonderful ‘scarf’.

After finishing her preparation for the brisk air she picked up her basket and headed for the laundry line outside.

Undershirts, Socks, cloaks, and Bofur’s hat hung from the line. They were dry, but cold. Bofur had yet to find a way to build a proper drying rack indoors.

It wasn’t long until her husband, and long-time elf companion Sven, followed her outdoors. Bofur was equipped with an axe and Sven hung his sharpened elvish blade on his left hip, shortbow on his right.

“I’m going to scout out ahead,” Sven passed Leanna with a simple touch on her shoulder, and continued his pace forward onto a makeshift path that led further into the woods. It was now covered with yellow and red leaves, and with the contrast of the dark grey sky, it made it seem like it was a river of gold.

“It looks like winter is catchin’ up quick. Sven and I are goin’ to gather some wood and meat - will ya be alright by yourself?” Bofur walked up to his small, delicate wife, and with his free hand gently cradled the large bump developing below. She was due any week. Leanna smiled sweetly and looked down at his loving touch. “She will protect me -” Her hands swung to her mouth with a sharp gasp. “Oh, I mean, it-”

Bofur’s smile faded, eyes remaining fixed on her. “She?” The hobbit let out a long sigh. Curse my big mouth. I wanted it to be a better surprise. Goodness Leanna! She curled her lips. “Perhaps.” She playfully cooed, flirtatiously lifting up a shoulder. Bofur put the axe down onto a wooden bench near the door, and took both of her small, chilled hands. He let out a chuckle in disbelief.

“You mean... we’re havin’ a wee daughter? A little lass?” Leanna believed his smile beamed so bright at that moment that all of Middle Earth could see it. His lip quivered through that smile. Just seeing him like this made her want to spill tears, not to mention the pregnancy hormones being a factor. Bofur attempted to hold back himself by nodding his head down towards her swollen belly. “Did she tell you?” he joked with a sniffle. She giggled. Her nose was red from the chilly air. It felt like snow was coming. “Before we left, I asked Oin if he could tell. He wasn’t sure at first, but then Estilil taught him some way I still don’t really understand…” she gazed up at him sweetly. Their height difference was nearly a foot and a half, but that just made it easier for Bofur to wrap her in his arms.. He admired her eyes and how they lit up his entire life. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was trying to find the right time, and I suppose I just got too excited.”

The dwarf lifted her hands and he kissed them as gently as he could, but held his lips there for a moment. A tear streamed down his warm cheek and disappeared into his moustache. “A daughter.” he shakily mumbled into her soft skin. She felt warmer just by his moustache tickles.

“I knew you would be pleased to hear it,” Leanna hummed as she kissed his forehead. Her freed hands traveled to each side of his chin and slightly up his cheek. His glistening eyes met hers again. They pressed their foreheads together as time slowed down for them. She let out a small giggle. “We can celebrate later, you should catch up with Sven before it gets dark. You have to focus on not getting yourselves injured.”

“How do ya expect me to focus now?” He laughed, picking his head up and wiping a tear away.

“Well now, you can think of her,” Leanna took out a knitted handkerchief with the initials LB sewn into it and handed it to her husband. “Instead of a distraction, perhaps make it motivation?”

Bofur watched her lips move and her eyes wander up and down his face as she spoke. He couldn’t even control his smile anymore - nor did he care much of anything else at that moment. However she was right - he needed to catch up with Sven and bring back proper resources for their warmth and hunger.

He leaned over and kissed his wife so warmly it felt like they were cozied up by the fireplace instead of the chilly outdoors. “Aye, ya got me there, lass.” He turned and picked up the axe he had put down before. “I was just findin’ an excuse to stay.”

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[arofili]

It is stated in the Tale of Years that Elrond married Celebrían in TA 100, and that his twin sons (Elladan and Elrohir) were born in TA 139, and Arwen in TA 241. This must be erroneous: for in TA 139 only 39 years, or in “ageing terms” of the Eldar and the Half-elven, 2/5 of a year had passed since Elrond’s wedding. This was impossible.[16]

Also, in TA 241 only 102 years had passed since the birth of the twins, which is not much more than a year of ageing time, and though not impossible is according to Elvish nature and behaviour, entirely improbable. (Especially after the birth of twins, and in the begetting and bearing of a special child of high excellence.)

okay but Elrond is a peredhel, sooo???

granted, it is Celebrian bearing the twins (.......unless trans elrond <3) but still, i can totally see that affecting things! maybe with peredhil the chance of an accidental pregnancy is a thing, too!

#nome lb