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arofili · 1 year

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if you're still taking prompts:

Elrond/Erestor/Celebrimbor, 33 (“Forget me.”) - Autumn or winter, maybe a last farewell before the fall of Eregion? (could also be gen or queerplatonic if you'd prefer)

I hc Erestor as Caranthir/Haleth's son, include that as you'd like :) (I also usually hc Elrond as fairly Feanorian, but again, you don't need to include that if you'd rather not)

~ maglor-my-beloved

Forget me, Celebrimbor’s letter had urged. Leave me behind, let me die...

As if they could do that. As if they could simply forget all their love for him, all the nights spent together, all the history they shared!

“You know we cannot win this fight,” Erestor said wearily.

Elrond set his teeth as he donned his helmet, the last of his armor before the march. “I know,” he said shortly. “But you know we cannot abandon him.”

“I know.” Erestor grasped his gauntleted arm. Even through the armor, Elrond could feel the strength of his grip, almost as firm as Celebrimbor’s own. “But—but we will lose him, Elrond. You must be prepared to retreat when it is time.”

Elrond wrenched his arm from Erestor’s grasp. “We don’t know that,” he growled. “We can save him, if we try—”

“This is war,” Erestor said. He was older than Elrond: he knew the odds. He remembered the long and bitter days of siege, of blood, of destruction.

Well, Elrond had lived through war, also. He was born into it, had come of age into it. And he was not powerless, not anymore.

“I will fight for him,” he insisted. “To the very—”

“Don’t,” Erestor begged, his voice cracking. “Elrond. I cannot lose you too.”

“You won’t lose either of us,” Elrond insisted. He had no time for this. “Now come, or don’t. Either way, there is a war to win, and I will not wait until it reaches us.”

He turned and began to stride away.

Erestor followed. He always did.

#silm #silmarillion #silm fic #erestor #elrond #celebrimbor #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #prompts #brightly colored poisonous frogs #maglor my beloved #left this kind of vague wrt relationship dynamic #i dont really ship any of them together lol but this sure is an interesting concept!!

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thescrapwitch · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elrond Peredhel & Maglor | Makalaurë, Maedhros | Maitimo & Maglor | Makalaurë, Maglor | Makalaurë & Lindir, Celebrían/Elrond Peredhel, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Erestor Characters: Maglor | Makalaurë, Elrond Peredhel, Celebrían (Tolkien), Lindir (Tolkien), Erestor (Tolkien), Glorfindel (Tolkien), Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, Fëanor | Curufinwë, Galadriel | Artanis, Sons of Fëanor, Maedhros | Maitimo Additional Tags: Maglor Is A Cryptid, eldritch horror, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Fourth Age, Reunions Series: Part 8 of Maglor is an Eldritch Horror Summary:

With the War of the Ring done and the time of the elves coming to an end, Elrond must leave for Middle Earth and journey West. But sailing to Valinor and adjusting to a new life there is not without its challenges, the largest being Elrond’s technically-illegal eldritch foster-father, who he has smuggled into the Blessed Lands under the Valar’s notice. No one, outside of Elrond’s closest friends and family, can know that Maglor has been brought back, or what he has become.

Easier said than done.

#VALINOR TIME #i have been so excited to get to this fic for the entire series #and now we are here #there is an eldritch being LOOSE in elf heaven #what will he do #hopefully not get arrested because his poor foster-son really just wants some peace #and yes you read those tags right #we have the return of some certain characters that are gonna make these reunions interesting #:) :) :)#maglor #elrond #celebrimbor #lindir #erestor #celebrian #silmarillion #my fic

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annoyinglandmagazine · 1 year

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Lesbian Halenthir prt 11

The flames flickered into the night sky sending the darkness scattering, if only for a moment. It was hard for Caranthir to view fire as beautiful now, having seen it used for so much destruction, though what sort of a Feanorian would she be if she could not see some form of beauty even in that? There was certainly beauty in this regardless she thought, as she gazed upon the woman engaged in the enthusiastic regaling of battle tales with what seemed like her whole army. These men, physically about twice her size, were falling over themselves to try and impress their fearless leader while she put them all at ease with a bright laugh as she sharpened her sword which she’d used to kill more of the enemy’s servants than virtually any other that day.

The sparks flickered over her face, making her skin seem to glow with warmth and her curls look like bronze. The sound of her laugh carried over the bonfire and Caranthir thought it was the most incredible thing she’d ever heard. Haleth was wearing a fur over her shoulder and a simple brown tunic tucked into a leather belt.

She pulled her eyes away to check on her people. She’d always been wary of any possible confrontations as, though she chose these ones as her personal guard for a reason, there was always a risk of things escalating where Feanorians were concerned. They seemed to be doing alright though and we’re actually striking up conversations with the Edain. She noticed they’d brought their musical instruments with them to the skirmish because clearly Maglor and Finrod’s lack of priorities had infected all their ranks. The Edain seemed hopeful to hear some Elvish music and her soldiers were all too happy to oblige.

They conferred for a moment and Caranthir almost laughed when the flutes started to hum. They’d picked a lively dancing tune that was, while very popular, mostly heard with the accompaniment of far too many tankards of mead in a pub that she and her brothers would forever deny they’d snuck out to. A thought occurred to her as people started to stamp their feet and the atmosphere became more jovial.

She rose slowly and slipped off her cloak, exposing her white chemise and bodice. Her people looked to her nervously, questioning whether they’d crossed some line, as she strode to the other side of the bonfire to where the chieftain was sitting. The conversation fell silent when they saw her approach and they looked to Haleth for leadership. Haleth inclined her head slightly, ‘My lady,’ she said while giving her a questioning look.

‘Chieftain,’ Caranthir responded in kind with a little bow of the head. ‘I was wondering if you would care to dance.’ Haleth’s eyes widened in surprise as did the eyes of everyone else who had heard the exchange. ‘With you?’ she schooled her voice into sounding nonchalant and simply confused. ‘Who else?’ and Caranthir gave her a smile and offered her hand. ‘Come on it’ll be fun. I’ll show you the steps.’ Haleth blinked a moment before clasping the hand firmly and smiling back, ‘It would be an honour my lady,’ she said before bringing the hand softly to her lips.

Caranthir pulled her up and pulled her back to where the music was playing, while everyone of both races was now watching in disbelief. They held their clasped hands up and began to turn slowly at first and then quicker and quicker with hands moving from shoulders to waists as they moved closer together and twirled each other around. The onlookers began to cheer at their two leaders joined together in what must surely be an impressive premeditated show of unity and eventually some of the younger ones joined in around them.

Those more observant onlookers noticed other things. Erestor, having been in Caranthir’s service longer than most, remarked to his drinking companion ‘I haven’t seen Caranthir smile like that in public before. She was always one for guarding herself where others can see and she’s not the kind of person to be so loose with boundaries,’ this last part was said as he watched the daughter of Feanor allow herself to be dipped to the ground by a mortal with only a laugh.

Haleth was as happy as she’d ever been as she spun Caranthir in the air by her hips, the only thing existing in the world at that moment was their shared laughter and exhilaration. The music began to slow down and she ended up in Moryo’s arms as they rocked slowly back and forth, panting slightly in exhaustion, with her head resting on Caranthir’s chest. Just as they were pulling apart while the music stilled Haleth shifted and moved her mouth to Moryo’s smooth neck, the action hidden in the waves of their mingled hair though not Caranthir’s hum of appreciation. Haleth kissed it softly and cupped her breast in her palm before withdrawing, leaving Caranthir a flustered blushing mess as she walked back to her people.

#Silmarillion #tolkien #caranthir #haleth #female caranthir #lesbian halenthir #halenthir #Erestor #lesbian #And I really like that colour gradient thing I kind of wanna use that more often

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ravencounsellor · 3 months

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minor update to Erestor’s bio:

In the second age he’s not primarily an advisor anymore. He works as the head librarian now, and it’s his work as Spymaster that brings him onto Gil-Galad’s council.

#headcanon #minor update #doesn’t really change much #i kinda just realized that i actually do get to have both Librarian Erestor and full-time Chief Counsellor Erestor #(since i have an oc for Rivendell’s librarian anyways. s/o if u remember that nerd saeltalagan)#also i made him a little shorter again #it’s funny to me.#erestor is getting shorter and inunir is getting taller

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tar-thelien · 1 year

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Looking For Light In The Darkness

Summary:

Elrond and Elros gets picked up by Maglor who´s on the bridge of falling into complete insanity, Maedhros is tired of everything but let Maglor do as he wants and Erestor watched from as safe of a distance as he can.

Chapter notes:

The third kinslaying happens, Maglor finds Elrond and Elros, Amrod dies, Maglor and Maedhors have a verbal fight.

words: 1300

AO3

Elrond looked up at the fire haired Valaruka as he trembled behind Elros.

Valaruka. That was what his Ada had called the beasts that had attacked his home, and since this tall fire demon had attacked his home too, it must be one of the Moringotto's fire demons as well.

“Where are our brothers?” the beast sneered at them in his rumbling voice, showing off his long white fangs.

“Maitimo! Show some decencies, you´re scaring my children,” the black haired elf said. He was the one that had found them and dragged them with him from the cave Glossien had told them to hide in.

“They´re are waiting ahead of us. They said we should ride towards Amon Ereb and that they would meet us when the time comes.”

-o0o-

The sound of fighting could be heard down in the streets and the little boy could feel the panic suffocating him as they were rushed out a backdoor that led out to narrow stone stairs.

“We have to wait on Naneth!” his bother declared out way too loud, and the boy flinched sure that some of the monsters would have heard.

“She will meet us at the cave.”

“NO!” this time the brother yelled, and the boy began to cry.

“Shush!” Glossien hissed as she took the boy in her arms and grabbed his brother´s hand, “we have to find a safer place, your Naneth will come when this is over!”

After they had been shown under a small waterfall into the cave to hide a red haired elf showed up, proving Glossien right that someone had been following them, running after them with a gaping wound in his stomach yelling in the same langue that Ada had talked in sometimes.

The boy didn´t know what had happened just that suddenly Glossien had screamed and then everything turned quiet as a small stripe of red showed up in the water in the cave.

“Pityafinwe, Pityafinwe-”

The brother peered up at the sorrowful voice, engrossed by it he stood up and began walking towards it, showing the boy back as he grabbed for his brother.

As he appeared out of the cave, he could see a dark haired elf covered in red and eight pointed stars, holding the red haired elf, looking straight into the brother's eye. The brother had seen him before, he had been in their room right before a guard had distracted him and he had left so Glossien could take them away.

Glossien who now lay facing down in the red water.

The dark haired elf smiled holding out his hand, “come here child, I won´t hurt you.”

The brother didn´t move even as he felt like the words were pulling him forward, like hands grabbing him, forcing him away from the safety of his warm bed and his brother.

“Come child, I said I won´t hurt you.” the Ellon insisted, “what is your name child?”

The brother didn´t answer and the man laughed, “no name then? A father needs to know the name of his son does he not? Well, I guess children needs an Anessi, no? And have Earendil ever given you a name child?”

The brother shook his head, no Ada waited till they were of age, as were customs in his Naneth´s culture, but he did call them vinimo.

“Then I shall name you… Elros. Do you like that name, my son?”

-o0o-

After having found them Maglor wouldn´t stop talking about how Illuvatar had blessed him in this cursed moment with the sons he always had wanted and prayed dutifully for. Elros had bitten him.

“You´re crazy Makalaure, look at them they´re shaking with fright.”

“My sons are not afraid of me, but of you! With that snarl, you so proudly display everywhere, ´Timo!”

“Do you even know their names Laure!” Maedhros, the oldest and second cruelest son of Feanor growled.

“Of course I do! I´m their father!” Maglor the kinslayer, second son of Feanor yelled back and Elrond and Elros trembled under the blanket they had been given, in the tent Maglor had shown them into with an order to sleep, “I named them Elros and Elrond!”

“YOU NAMED THEM!? Kanafinwe, you can´t just name children, they already have names!”

“They answered to my names when I asked them if they were tired! Elros nodded.”

“Oh, he nodded, did he? Because he´s too frightened to defy you, and that´s the same reason he answered to your made up name, you fool!”

A few hours after being told to sleep Maglor had woken them up with a bloodless face and a wide smile showing the start of his fangs, “come children, it´s time to wake as we shall be leaving now. I have some food ready for us for when we are on the horse.”

His teeth were much sharper than Ada´s or Naneth´s. They looked more like Egalmoth´s.

Elros took Elronds hand as Maglor took them from the tent leading them over to two horses, with Maedhros waiting on them.

Elrond knew that if Maedhros opened his mouth he would see bigger and sharper teeth than Maglor´s. Teeth ready to eat children in the dark woods as the people at home had said he did to Naneth´s brothers.

It was still dark, and the only light came from the moon, stars, and blue eerie glowing lanterns, one on each horse and more moving around them with the many Feanorian soldiers.

“Here Nelya, you can take Elros and I´ll take Elrond,” Maglor said as he bent down to pick up a crying Elrond up under the arms, “you should watch out for your remaining hand. He bites.” he murmured as he jumped up on his horse after having placed Elrond there.

Maedhros growled something in the other langue as he went down to pick up a now kicking and screaming Elros.

“Let us go kinslayer!!” the child yelled furiously as he tried to kick the red haired elf's arms away from him as he was lifted up on the giant horse, “stop kicking, you´ll fall and get hurt.” Maedhros mumbled irritated as he tried setting the elfling in front of the saddle without making him fall, “NO! He said he wouldn´t hurt us! I knew he lied!! I knew it! You´ll kill us, I know it! The king will come and avenge us! He´ll kill you all and you´ll be sorry! Let me GO!” Elros kept on screaming, and with the continued screaming Elrond began crying out louder as if howling at the moon, hoping he would help them.

“We should leave them here for Ereinion to come and find them,” Maedhros mumbled under his breath as he made a last attempt to set Elros before following him up on the horse, holding him in place with his metal hand.

“You really think you still have the right to call him that?” Maglor exclaimed loudly, “Erestor, help your poor Ontarororno he´s living in the past, do you even think he has realized his two youngest brothers are dead!?”

“What are you talking about Makalaure? Where is the Ambarussa? Laure, where are my brothers?” Maedhros voice shook and Elros had turned stiff with fright at the Feanorian´s raised voice.

“You really didn´t know? I found Pityafinwe dead in a bed of water with an open stomach as if he were a slaughtered pig and his brother a hedgehog in the middle of the city.”

“... You said they would meet up with us later Laure…” Maedhros said quietly.

“Come Ontarororno give me the child, I´ll take him for you.” Erestor cut in.

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I like to think of Maglor as extremely manipulative and in the end he walks between feeling sorry for himself and trying to be a little bit of a better person and making everyone miserable, Maedhros still loves him and tries to ignore it when he can. I think Maglor is of thought that Elrond and Elros survived because Eru felt pity on him after having lost his two twin brothers, and therefore "gave" two other twins to him, he does come a bit more to his senses later but right now he´s just cut up in the insanity of the bloodshed. Maedhros doesn´t really know what´s happening and doesn't care, Maglor can keep the twins if that´ll make him better/happier. Erestor is 99% sure that Elrond and Elros are hostages, and Maglor only talks as he does to piss Maedhros off, which will ensure them that Gil-galad/Cirdan doesn't attack them. (or worse case, they can trade the twins for food and weapons)

Boy = Elrond Brother = Elros

Valaruka = Balrog Ada = Father: SindarinSindarin Moringotto = Morgoth/Melkor Maitimo = Maedhros: Quenya Naneth = Mom: Sindarin Gloss = Snow white: Sindarin Ien = Daughter of: Sindarin Pityafinwe = Amrod: Quenya Ellon = Elf man Anessi = father name Vinimo = Young, from Vinya meaning Young/New: Quenya El =Star: Sindarin Ros = Foam: Sindarin Rond = Dome: Sindarin Illuvatar = Eru: Quenya Illu = Universe: Quenya Atar = Father: Quenya Makalaure = Maglor: Quenya Ambarussa = Amrod, in this context both Amrod and Amras Ontaro = Father: Quenya Ororno = Brother: Quenya Ontarororno = Father´s Brother/Onkel: Quenya - Selfmade

Let me know what you think and if I should continue

#i guess im back at writing after a way too long writing block #tolkien #silmarillion #jrr tolkien #maedhros #maitimo #nelyafinwe #maglor #makalaure #kanafinwe #third kinslaying #erestor #kidnap fam #but can i really call it that this early #my fic #looking for light in the darkness

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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surprised to find me into your ask box for au?

Yes,me too, girl! 😆

setting— drunk/night out au

occupation— reporter or librarian (I'm a document controller these are the only things close to that job— which might help me read it myself now, because relatable! 🤞)

Diagloue— maybe you need to focus more on your life and less on mine

GO WILD! 🤣

-Tara💝

Well...wouldn't that be my biggest honour and pleasure? I think so...

So...Modern!AU...for you, it would have to be Erestor, right?

Words: 1,6k

Warnings: verbal abuse, alcohol consumption

It was not as if Erestor didn’t like you, he was far from the monster people made him out to be sometimes after all, but he really didn’t know what to think of you or how to interact with you, and that made him nervous.

Being nervous – in turn – made him taciturn and hostile which was exactly the opposite of a promising reaction.

For years, he had been safe and sound in his little library – seeing journalists come and go – and he had followed their careers with benign disinterest until the day one of the hotshot reporters had decided that he was now too famous and important to do his own research himself.

The wide-eyed, sweet-tempered woman they had dug up from somewhere – you – who was hired to do just that for that self-important prick had intrigued him from the very start, but – knowing full well what people said about him behind his back – Erestor had merely given you some helpful tips from time to time when you had been looking for a very specific source.

Watchful by nature, he had also been the heart-broken and utterly helpless witness of your short dalliance with the man who should have been your mentor and your friend, and who ended up destroying your self-confidence by treating you like something easily expendable.

One day, Erestor knew, he would have to come out of his shell if he didn’t want to be found dead and covered in dust between the rows and stacks of books, but the more he watched how other men treated good, honest women, the deeper his disdain and hatred for all things romantic grew. It was hopeless and that made him angrier than it should have.

Who was to guarantee him that – being rather clumsy and inexperienced in these things – he would not end up hurting someone like you by accident? Nobody, that was right, and hence, Erestor stayed in his corner and watched as the days dripped past like rain running down a windowpane.

You had practised the speech in the mirror of the small upstairs bathroom for 5 minutes, but once you stood in front of Erestor, all the words – so carefully prepared – were blown right out of your mind.

“Can I help you?” he asked, cocking one eyebrow impatiently.

“Well, yes,” you admitted sheepishly, “we’re going out for drinks tonight and I wondered if you would like to come?”

“Why? I do not work at your paper…Why would I come?”

“I had hoped you’d come,” you mumbled quietly; you felt safer when he was around, ever since that debacle with your boss, the library had become the only place you felt really comfortable in.

“Truly?” he sounded somewhat sceptical of that affirmation, but if you really wanted him to sit in a dank room and drink beer, who was he to deny you? “Alright then. Where are we going?”

You could hardly believe that he had accepted your invitation and – for the rest of the day – you could barely sit still or focus on any of your tasks so excited were you to be spending an evening outside of work with the mysterious librarian you so liked to see.

He was a tad older than you but still so blindingly handsome with his serious mien and his deep eyes that seemed to hold a hint of indulgent mockery and impatient intelligence whenever they met yours.

“You truly got the old grump to come?” your boss jeered as Erestor appeared at the end of the street, wrapped in an elegant dark wool coat, and walking briskly toward the group waiting in front of the pub.

“Yes,” you replied not without pride and the joy tinging your voice made the man’s mood turn bitter within an instant.

True to his nature, Erestor spent most of the evening just observing the people around him; they were a loud and disagreeable bunch at the best of times, and the alcohol did nothing to make them more bearable.

Annoyance started building in his chest and when that one asshole he hated anyway because of how he had treated you took the liberty of disparaging and mocking you in front of all your senior colleagues, Erestor squared his jaw in frustration to keep from leaping over the table and punching him right in the face as he would have deserved it.

It was obvious that you were ill at ease as well though as you kept downing glass after glass at a speed that soon made your head feel fuzzy and your heart lighter; you knew of course that this was just a momentary respite that you’d pay dearly in the morning, but somehow, as the alcohol entered your bloodstream, you no longer cared about how helpless and isolated you felt.

The jokes made at your expense and the glances full of pity and disdain respectively that your colleagues gave you became irrelevant as the whole world started to blur and float around you.

“Baby,” your boss – not entirely sober either – slurred, “should I take you home?”

For a moment, you hesitated; he had broken your heart and you knew for a fact that this was not him coming back to you, it was merely a matter of convenience and alcohol-induced horniness.

“No,” Erestor intervened, “I’ve got her. You’ve had quite enough yourself; I’ll take her home and make sure she’s safe!”

That last word, safe, was sharp as a blade and your boss flinched back as if Erestor had physically rebuffed him.

“Woah there, aren’t you a little intense, Mister Grumpy-pants? Always moping around amidst those books seems to have done you no good,” the man jeered, “you wouldn’t even know what to do with a lady that drunk, would you? I’d be surprised if you knew what to do with any kind of woman.”

“Maybe you need to focus more on your life and less on mine,” Erestor replied coldly, “for I know exactly what to do with a lady who has had more than her fill: bring her home and make sure she’s alright. The fact that you’d have other, more sinister plans makes you a despicable creature.”

Without wasting another thought or look on your boss, Erestor slung his arm around your waist, slammed down a few bills on the table, and all but carried you out.

“You…you don’t need to do that,” you slurred; the cold air hitting you straight into the face made you feel a little better even though your thoughts were still kind of sluggish and hard to decipher.

“I don’t trust that pig,” Erestor grunted as he escorted you down the road, “do you live far from here?”

You shook your head – dizziness making you claw your fingers into his beautiful coat – and pointed at a complex just within sight.

“Alright,” he grumbled and – after giving you a long, warning look – he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your door.

“Flash the lights thrice so I know that you made it home alright,” he demanded, cupping your cheek almost tenderly as you buried your face in his collar when he set you back down.

“I am sorry he said those things to you,” you whispered, too tired and sad to withstand the embarrassing neediness flooding your being and pushing you into his living, breathing, comforting warmth.

“I care not,” Erestor almost barked, “I am sorry he did those things to you though; he didn’t deserve you, and his jokes are truly horrible. Please, do not worry about someone like him.”

“You really think that he didn’t deserve me?” Your eyes lit up with hope and – as you looked up at him – you realised that his lips were but a breath away from your own.

“I know that for a fact,” he whispered, his words ghosting warm and fragrant across your face, “you’re smart, diligent, and beautiful. You were so far out of his league that he probably just got scared, little ridiculous man that he is.”

Erestor was right, deep within your heart you knew that he was; his own arms were strong and reliable though as they curled loosely around your swaying form.

“Do you want to come up?” you asked, emboldened by the way he held you, but Erestor gave you a surprisingly soft smile as he shook his head, a hint of regret flashing over his beautiful face.

“You don’t know what you’re saying, dear, you need to sleep.”

“Please? You can just hold me? And make sure that I am truly okay?” You hated yourself for sounding so desperate and clingy, but the fatigue, the alcohol, and the memory of all the terrible things that had been said about you this evening weighed heavily on your heart all of a sudden.

“I’ll bring you up and we’ll see,” he finally agreed, taking your hand and not letting go until you had unlocked the door.

Erestor waited patiently on your couch for you to go through your night-time routine and when – washed and changed – you wobbled back into the living room to sit down next to him, he allowed both of you the pleasure of pulling you into his careful embrace once more until you had fallen asleep against his chest.

One day, he knew, he would have to tear down those walls around his heart.

He truly hoped that day would be the very next one when you’d wake up in his arms with a rueful smile.

@eunoiaastralwings I hope this was not too terrible for you :D

@fellowshipofthefics Third entry for the May Challenge :D

Lots of love from me for all of you...and if you have an obscure character you want to see written in a Modern!AU, I might just be your gal hahahaha

#the hobbit #fanfiction #fotfics #fotfics may challenge #modern!au #erestor #erestor x reader #eunoia x erestor really #dear Tara I'm doing my best #drunk #night out #protective erestor #librarian/journalist au

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willowcrowned · 1 year

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Any thoughts on Ecthelion vs Erestor for Glorfindel?

honestly I’ve never read enough fic with Erestor in it to get a picture of the generally agreed upon personality fandom has developed for him, and that’s probably because before I ever knew it existed I got deeply invested in the idea of Glorfindel coming back to middle earth grieving his parting from Ecthelion and proceeding to be sad about it for several thousand years and couldn’t ever really make myself search out something that contradicted that. tldr; I don’t know enough about the glorfindel/erestor dynamic to have a solid opinion with actual reasoning

#I’ve actually got an ecthelion and glorfindel breakup + reunion fic split between his leaving Valinor and his returning in my head #I’m not sure if it’ll ever be written but it’s so canon to me now that I doubt I’ll read stuff that outright contradicts it #that said! if you have anything with glorfindel and erestor that you think is really compellingly written #I’d love a rec!#just because it’s never clicked for me before doesn’t mean it never will #asks #the silmarillion #erestor anon

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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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My Dearest Tara

Glorfindel thought it would be good that I write to you, he has noticed you have felt down recently, I regret being away and not being able to comfort you in this time, you are stronger than you know.

Erestor

My love,

Yes, I do wish you were beside me - but I understand where your duties lie and do not wish to pull you away from it, my dearest meleth. But your wise words as usual have lifted my spirits - and that is all I need right now.

Forever yours,

Tara.

p.s. thank Glorfindel for me ;)

#answered #erestor #erestor my beloved #so sweet #i really needed this

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thesummerestsolstice · 3 months

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People seemed interested in Library Orc Blorbo so I decided to write down my headcanons about him:

His name is Garthaglir (it’s Sindarin for “poem keeper”)

He renamed himself after discovering a love for library sciences, shortly after he moved to the valley

Rivendell’s head librarian

Used to be an extremely dangerous warrior, now considers himself retired

Extremely tall and buff, blue skin, salt-and-pepper hair and a well-trimmed beard

Very distinguished, very polite

Has a tiny pair of spectacles he uses to read because he's farsighted

He doesn’t look like an old man but he is one deep in his heart

He was one of the first reformed orcs to end up in Rivendell, so he helps other orcs adjust to living there

Basically invented Middle Earth’s version of the Dewey Decimal system

Look, Rivendell’s library is like, unfathomably huge, there’s 6000+ years of books in there, someone had to organize it

He, Elrond, and Erestor are the only people who have keys to the part of the library where they keep the cursed books

The three of them also have a monthly book club

He holds a weekly story time for the kids

(Yes, he does do funny voices, no, you are not allowed to comment on it)

Has tracked people down at 3 AM before because “M’am? M’am you have an overdue book, here, I brought my library stamp would you mind just checking this out again? You can keep it out for another month that way. Just a moment, ah, yes thank you, I’ll be on my way now. Excellent choice in reading material.”

He has a fancy sunhat he wears outside during the day so the sun doesn’t burn him, it was a gift from small Arwen and he cherishes it

He has a library cat, her name is Mittens and he would die for her

Uses his free time to teach himself different languages; there are hundreds in Rivendell’s books

Enjoys recommending books to visitors, he’s gotten really good at getting a read on what people will like

Personally, when he’s in the mood for fiction, he prefers a good mystery

#silmarillion #elrond #elrond peredhel #erestor #arwen #rivendell #imladris #library orc #garthaglir

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spinningalbinoturtle · 5 months

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Thanksgiving headcanons for the Lotr crew

Its hosted in Rivendell but Elrond lets people extend the invite to others so everyone comes

Sam is in the kitchens from 6am cooking a million things-he also brought several side dishes premade

Frodo is all over the decorations and setting the table but he also made some cookies

Arwen is also very particular about this particularly the table

She has made a seating chart which she hopes will minimize squabbling

She has also set some ground rules like no dissing on your child’s interracial marriage (for Elrond and Thranduil)

Bilbo helps Sam cook in the morning but then he starts drinking around midday and doesn’t stop til he is dragged to bed by Frodo and Erestor

While Elrond is hosting he doesn’t do much just sits around and judges

He and Thranduil will be breaking Arwen’s rules

Thranduil and Gloin out drink Bilbo. They are having a silent drinking contest which has not been spoken of. Each one just decided to out drink the other

Thranduil wins cause he drinks like three bottles of a wine a day

Gimli and Legolas are just trying to avoid their parents

Thankfully Arwen sat them at the opposite end of the table

Unfortunately near Elrond who asks several awkward questions about how elf/dwarf sex works (he’s curious from a medical standpoint)

Bilbo drunkenly tells them how he had a dwarf boyfriend once so he totally understands what they’re going through at which point Frodo cuts off his wine supply

Frodo is actually trying to slow down Bilbo’s drinking all evening but with little success

Elladan and Elrohir have bonded with Merry and Pippin who introduced them to pipeweed. The four of them are stoned out of their minds and consequently eat more than everyone else. Arwen doesn’t understand what’s wrong with her brothers.

Aragorn is in charge of the turkey. Its excellent

He is mostly trying to hide from Elrond the whole time

Boromir tries to assist him with helpful turkey roasting tidbits but Aragorn would rather just do it himself

Eventually he assigns Boromir to the stuffing- its actually not bad

Erestor keeps Elrond occupied, they hang out and play chess in the middle of all the chaos

Glorfindel is the guy who is just ready for the holiday season to start

He keeps pestering Maglor to play Yule carols but Elrond’s rule is not until after dinner

Gandalf sits around and smokes and occasionally yells at Pippin. He takes turns hanging out with Bilbo and getting him drunker, hanging out with Elrond and Galadriel

Galadriel intimidates everyone no one knows where she was before or after dinner

Celeborn brought lembas rolls and cranberry sauce

Faramir makes a mean pumpkin pie

He’s just happy to be included. He fangirls over all the elves who indulge him mostly

Eowyn is enjoying watching the antics. She can’t cook for shit so she doesn’t bother to help with that but she does help clean up

So do Merry and Pippin but only because Gandalf forced them

Eomer brings “traditional Rohirric appetizers” and its smoked horse meat. Pippin and Sam are horrified to learn this.

Everyone has their favorite: Sam’s is obvs PO-TAY-TOES. Frodo likes cranberry sauce. Merry inhales stuffing. Pippin loves rolls.

Drunkest in order of most to least would be: Thranduil, Gloin, Bilbo, Gimli, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Aragorn (but you can’t tell), Eomer, Eowyn, Glorfindel, Sam (he would’ve drunk more but he was busy cooking), Elladan, Elrohir (they’re so high they don’t drink much) Arwen (not a big drinker), Frodo(alcohol fucks with his anxiety so he just has one glass of wine) Faramir (who’s a teatotler cause he thinks if he did drink he’d become an alcoholic).

Lots of songs are sung before people start to retire for bed

Legolas and Gimli have sex really loudly between their fathers’ rooms to annoy them

Galadriel shows up around midnight and helps finish cleaning up

The clean up crew includes Eowyn, Merry, Faramir, Pippin, Gandalf, and Legolas and Gimli. They have a great time.

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aragorn headcanons:

sketches in his free time. likes to draw plants he’s come across, writes down descriptions for later. makes maps and draws animals.

cannot draw people, for the life of him.

except for arwen. draws her all the time.

used to very bland food, cooking on the road. prefers unseasoned meat, likes to taste the “natural flavor.”

dislikes nutmeg. cinnamon feind

favorite cookie is oatmeal raisin

has very grimy hands all the time. it’s never ending. even after he washes them, it’s like immediate dirt and grease

current theories are: his sword is just really dirty, his clothes are dirty so when he touches them it makes them dirty, or legolas’s favorite- humans naturally produce grime so the dirt is a natural protective layer above the skin.

in actuality it’s because he knows it grosses (some) elves out and likes to be a menace. specifically targets erestor. legolas will also go great lengths to make sure aragorns hands star far, far away from his hair

knows some card tricks. has great slight of hand specially because of these card tricks. didn’t really do anything with this until pippin discovered this fact and aragorn was forced (politely asked) to preform for the hobbits.

this is, in spite of the fact, that they all know a literal WIZARD (gandalf was salty at abt this “false magic”) and also a ring that turns ppl invisible??

sews. really well, actually. enjoys it but rarely showcases this talent- mostly patches and mends garments weathered by his lifestyle. would one day love to sew a dress for arwen but doesn’t know where to start

masterful at subtly deflecting compliments.

very generous with compliments of his own, but are again, subtle.

years of living with elves has made him quite reserved. yet, he is doing his best to unlearn this behavior. such examples include:

telling arwen he loves her. telling elrond he loves him. telling frodo he loves him. really just telling everyone he loves them. he’s even worse when he’s drunk- he rarely gets even tipsy, but under the influence of a fine wine (or mead, he prefers mead or ciders) he will get very emotional.

hugs!! aragorn loves to give hugs. he really tries his best but they’re a bit awkward at times. he’s getting better.

breaking away from the elven raw-diet and dine seasonings with grilled meat and more lately grilled everything.

he will try his best to cook for himself at any opportunity. it was a jarring shift going from being served gourmet eleven dinners to raw venison

love language is acts of service. he likes to cook for his friends, though he’s not as good as it as sam, who cooked a majority of fellowship meals, so he mainly hunts. then legolas offered his hand and gimli felt challenged by that and at this point boromir just felt excluded-

he just wants to do nice things for the people he cares abt.

arwen has not, for a good chunk of her life, tied her own shoes, peeled her own oranges, made her own tea, or woken up without breakfast being made or ready for her.

just. guys. he really really loves arwen. he will do anything for her and it’s almost obnoxious.

it IS obnoxious if you ask legolas. but this is why aragorn does not go to legolas for romantic advice. (legolas once told aragorn that the next time he ties her shoes he should tie them together so that when she falls he will catch her. this is why arwen stoped flats with ties and opted for anything she could slip on instead.)

will never cheat at any sort of game. he will get extremely upset if you accuse him of such.

he does not believe that counting cards qualifies as cheating. boromir strongly disagrees. he mainly sticks to chess, now

is not allowed to play chess with erestor, (sore loser and prone to trash talk) elrond (matches take to long due to overthinking on both ends and this annoys arwen to no end) and either of the twins (they cheat by working as a team)

would 100% believe in bigfoot.

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echo-bleu · 4 months

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Noldor Hair Headcanons (4/4)

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There isn’t anyone left who knows how to do Maglor’s Mourning Braids, but they are described in a lament for Fingon that’s still doing the rounds, so Elrond and Elros make their best try. That style is henceforth known as Elrond’s Mourning Braids (because Elros gets forgotten by the elves a lot after he dies, let’s not lie to ourselves).

A decade of nothing but Mourning Braids really hammers in that Elrond and Elros weren’t just hostages.

It doesn’t do a lot for their reputation, but they don’t particularly care.

Bit by bit, Elros adopts mannish customs after making his Choice, and even goes so far as to cut his hair above the shoulder. Elrond is pre-grieving his brother too much to be properly shocked about this.

(It’s still long enough to braid. It’s fine. It’s not like his brother is leaving him on purpose. Or rejecting him. Elrond knows that.)

Everyone thinks Elrond should wear his hair in the Sindarin custom but he refuses to give up his Noldor braids. Elros braids his brother’s hair until he leaves for Númenor.

Elrond and Gil-galad do each other’s hair through the Second Age. Because they’re the last of their family and the only ones to keep to the old traditions. Not at all because they’re close. Of course not. Wouldn’t be proper. (They spend two hours at it every morning alone in Gil-galad’s chambers.)

Elrond revives his Mourning Braids on his 500th birthday.

Celebrimbor learns about dwarven hair culture. It’s Very Different but kind of similar, in that fancy hairstyles are a status thing. (Or really, long hair/beard is a status thing and then you have to do something with it because otherwise it catches everywhere.)

Narvi isn’t in fact the first dwarf to touch elven hair, but that’s only because Finrod had a very extended concept of family.

Annatar magically braids his own hair, when he even bothers (his hair doesn’t even singe in the forge if it falls into the fire). This hurts Celebrimbor’s sensitivities, but he adapts to Annatar’s ways, and adapts again, and adapts, until he really can’t.

Sauron cuts off Celebrimbor’s beautiful dark braids full of dwarven beads and ties them to the spears of his personal guard. Elrond never quite manages to get that image out of his head.

At war again, Gil-Galad invents locs. Well, re-invents them really, because Silvan elves have worn them forever, but he’s the first Noldor to do it. (He has Fingon’s hair texture. Does that mean he’s Fingon’s son? Who knows. He’s not telling.)

It’s only after Gil-galad’s death that Elrond teaches himself how to braid his own hair.

He hates it.

But he won’t wear his hair loose.

(The first style he masters is Maglor’s Mourning Braids.) (It really shouldn’t be because it’s Intricate but Elrond is nothing if not stubborn.)

Imladris has a full salon, like the Noldor palaces of old.

It doesn’t get that much use, to be honest.

Erestor learns to braid really tiny braids into Glorfindel’s hair, so that he never wears his hair fully loose but it still looks like it’s loose. Everyone else thinks it’s ridiculous. Glorfindel thinks it’s the best thing. Elrond watches them with a knowing smile.

Celebrían wears her hair half-loose in the Sindar style until she marries Elrond. It takes him several years to find the strength to ask her to do his hair, but she lets him do hers and he sneaks in more and more braids until they settle on a mixed-style. When he finally allows her to do his hair, Celebrían makes her mother grumpily teach her proper Noldor braids.

Elladan and Elrohir only wear practical Sindarin braids for the day to day, but they delight in doing each other’s hair in complicated styles for feasts and ceremonies. Elrond cries the first time they accidentally replicate Maglor’s favourite hairstyle.

Arwen is a little gremlin who squirms out of her parents’ lap when they try to braid her hair. She’s also inherited even more of Melian’s hair than Elrond, so even when they manage to do a braid, it’s gone in a few hours.

It takes years after Celebrían sails, because they’re all grieving, but eventually Elrohir offers to do his father’s hair, and Elrond lets him. They don’t do it every day, but it’s a large step in their recovery process.

By the way, Thranduil’s thing for flower/leaf crowns isn’t a Sindar or Silvan practice, it’s just that he wanted to be Fancy but Not In a Noldor Way, thank you very much. He’s also very vain. His servants do his hair.

Little Estel is very cute, has very silky hair for a man, even of his line, and makes a great doll for the twins to play with. He likes his hair touched A Lot.

Arwen learns about that early on. She’s a very good silver smith. Aragorn now owns a lot of hair jewellery. He can’t make a braid to save his life, but that’s fine, because Arwen can’t wear them anyway.

In the North, he wears his hair like Elros, cut above his shoulders. Once he becomes King, he lets it grow to his waist. He’s the first Man since Tuor to casually wear his hair in elaborate Noldor braids. He accidentally sets a fashion.

Arwen also does Éowyn’s and Faramir’s hair regularly. The first time is for their wedding. Éowyn isn’t a fan of the unpractical Fëanorian styles, but the Nolofinwëan battle braids look incredibly good on her.

Wandering on the coast for two ages, Maglor no longer does anything with his hair. It doesn’t enjoy the salt at all.

When Elrond finally finds him, he almost has to cut it all off. Instead, he spends weeks carefully untangling and moisturising Maglor’s hair until he can finally braid it in the old style for him. Maglor cries.

Elrond cries too. He cries even more when Maglor sits them down on the floor and braids his hair like he used to.

They sail together with the other Ring bearers, and there’s a lot more crying when they find Celebrían, Gil-galad and Maedhros waiting for them together.

Celebrían is wearing her hair in one of the Fëanorian styles that can be done one-handed.

Galadriel isn’t entirely happy about that, but she sees Finrod and forgets about it.

There’s some more crying.

Fingon is also there (the amount of gold in his hair is a bit blinding, not that Elrond will ever tell him) and also wearing a one-handed braided style.

There are some fights over who gets to do Elrond’s hair in the next few weeks.

Celebrían wins most of them, because she’s inherited Galadriel’s viciousness, but she lets everyone have a turn.

Elrond would like to know why he doesn’t have a say in it.

(He does. They would never touch him if he didn’t want to. They’re just very happy to see him.)

He does go to visit Elwing and Eärendil in their tower, and he goes with his hair down, because he’s a peace-maker at heart.

But in Tirion, he always sports the most complex hairstyles, just barely coming short of overshadowing the High King’s (mostly because his hair is still too silky for it to hold well), because his family all want to outdo each other.

He earns the reputation of being the most beloved of all the Noldor.

It’s not wrong.

Some visuals & more in my art tag

#noldor hair headcanons #if i am to braid my mystic crown #echo's fanfiction #silmarillion #tolkien #silm fic #tolkien fanfiction #elrond #gil-galad #lotr #the lord of the rings #aragorn #arwen #celebrimbor #maglor

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annoyinglandmagazine · 1 year

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One aspect of the House of Feanor I’d like to talk about is the idea that they all really love children. Like Feanor has seven sons more than any other elf we’ve ever heard mentioned. You’re telling me this guy doesn’t really love kids? So I like to believe that all the Feanorians are all inherently great with kids and just melt every time they see a child.

Feanor hates his half brothers for the whole Indis thing but he’s the only one who gets away with hating them. Anyone else tries it and they are hit with the full force of an angry Feanor. Yes he hates them but he will also be tutoring them because how else will he make sure it’s done right and they won’t disgrace Atar? And no he was not just bouncing Arafinwe on his lap what are you talking about?

Curufin is an excellent father which he inherited from his own father. Tyelpe also has six uncles who never tire of spending hours playing with him. They all fight for the title of best uncle and Tyelko very firmly believes it is him.

At family gatherings it is understood that no matter your reservations about Feanor’s side of the family if there is an upset child a Feanorian will know how to deal with it. Feanor himself will rarely object to being handed a crying baby regardless of it’s parentage. Maedhros has been the assigned babysitter for what feels like an eternity and his abilities are regarded as near magic.

This does not go away once they get to Middle Earth. The Feanorians all go to great lengths to provide adequate parental leave in their armies and frequently stop round to check in with any new parents to meet the child. They know all the names of most of their followers children and ask about them regularly.

One of the first things that endeared Caranthir to Haleth was how kind he was with some of her younger relatives. The children of the Haladin all love him because he plays with them sometimes and brings them little sweets. His good with children instincts are activated with any child regardless of race and it helps him build relations with other races more easily.

When Maglor brings Elrond and Elros back Maedhros is a lost cause within a month. He knows this s unhealthy on so many levels but children. They’re so innocent and tiny and he’s going to protect them. They are both referring to them as their children within a week.

Elrond inherits this. Erestor and Glorfindel see his adoption problem and immediately think oh shit our lord is definitely a Feanorian.

#silmarillion #tolkien #feanorians #Maglor #maedhros #Caranthir #Celebrimbor #curufin #celegorm #feanor #elrond #kidnap fam #glorfindel #erestor

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