#evenings

[flowersforfrancis]

Dangerous amounts of black coffee, moonlit studying, dark chocolate, and Tchaikovsky.

#And procrastination via tumblr #Randoms #romanticism #nights #evenings #dark academia #Ramblings

[stoicwastelands]

#cyberpunk #evenings

[gvnther-vitriol]

#photography #evenings #glass pane

[secondsofpleasure]

point me to the undertow / 2.2024

#philadelphia #philly #evenings #commutes #rain #rainy #rainy nights #lights

[downfalldestiny]

Evening Vibes 🧡 !.

#Evenings #Mood #Calm #Away #Cabin #beautiful moments #downfalldestiny #downfall #magic destinations #magical world #magic moments

[smallceremoniesofmine]

autumn evenings #smallceremoniesblog

#art #photography #life #aesthetic #culture #places #street #picture #photooftheday #autumn #fall aesthetic #fall vibes #evenings #movies #dark aesthetic #coffee shop #restaurant #candles #coz #fairy lights

[pinkpassionxo]

Maybe I’m perfect for you 💖✨

#love #life #cute #adorable #beauty #lovely #sunset #sunsets #skies #sky #pink #pink aesthetic #pastel pink #pinks #purple #night #night skies #night sky #evenings #evening #beautiful #planet earth

[ocelotrevs]

Digswell Viaduct

14 February 2023

#long exposure #long expo #trains #my photography #sunset #dusk #evenings #photography #Digswell Viaduct

[00l6]

#me #evenings #zuko

[its-stuti]

#Train journey #voyage #not so good #nighttime #shot on phone #Moon Aesthetic #Evenings #Dusk

[flowersforfrancis]

Wine, Pasta and Murder Mysteries>>>

#Randoms #evenings

[stoicwastelands]

Maurice usually keeps an eye on the comings and goings.

#cyberpunk #kitty #maurice #evenings

[gvnther-vitriol]

recon

#photographers on tumblr #my gif #night #evening #evenings #photography #gif #original photography

[secondsofpleasure]

now is the winter of our discontent / 1.2024

#philadelphia #philly #winter #evenings #moody #moods #rainy #misty #mild #fog

[downfalldestiny]

Good old days 🫕 !.

#Life #Wish #Somebody #Tell #Me #downfalldestiny #downfall #life #Evenings #Days #Nights #Lights #Camp #Dinners #Drinks #Fire #Camp Fire #Clouds #Moon

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Luminous rebellion

Thanks to @cilil, I sink deeper and deeper into the pit of despair of this ship...

Nevertheless, it was a joy and an honour to write this for my friend for the July Summer stories :D

Words: 785

Characters: Curumo x Aiwendil, Aulë

Prompt: Evenings

Warnings: Sweaty man?

Curumo shook his head impatiently, sending tiny drops of perspiration flying in a haphazard pattern onto his cluttered workbench.

"Why are you still here?" Aulë asked, confused. He had encouraged his apprentices and workers to take the day off as it was a particularly glorious one.

"Why are you not paying homage to my wife's work by strolling through verdant meadows and observing long-legged deer graze peacefully?"

Barely taking the time to give his master an impatient look, Curumo rolled his shoulders and focused on this last, vital part of his work.

He could hear Aulë's heavy foot tapping the plain flooring of the forge impatiently.

"I have something to finish," he grunted and turned his attention back to the task at hand.

If Mairon had not made a major fuss by arriving late and dishevelled, he would already be done, Curumo thought, fighting down the flutter of nerves that made his stomach roil uncomfortably.

"There is someone waiting for you, I think," Aulë added in a muted tone. After having observed the handiwork of the young Maia for a time, he had finally understood what tremendously important work had kept him inside when their very essence was inexorably drawn to the wild outdoors.

"I know," Curumo moaned. He was late, he was so terribly late. He had promised Aiwendil that they would go down to the stream he so loved, and he had planned every moment of this day so meticulously that impuissant rage threatened to choke him as he realised how much of a mess he had made of things.

Undoubtedly, that nervous, endearing bundle of insecurities and sweet affection was already declaring him a lost cause. He would not leave though, Curumo knew, because Aiwendil was nought if not steadfast and patient. He deserved better!

This thought spurred Curumo on more than all the bright light and warm air in Valinor could have—he would not let Aiwendil doubt his word or his own worth!

When he had finally finished, his master gave him an appreciative nod. "That is well executed," Aulë praised, "now, go!"

All but running out of the forge, Curumo forgot about the deplorable state his hair and clothes were in; all he could think about was that Aiwendil was waiting unwaveringly and that he himself had solemnly promised not to desert him.

"Oh dear," Aiwendil cried out when he caught sight of the harried, wild-eyed expression on the other's face as he slithered into the clearing where they usually met. "I didn't want to keep you from important work. I am sorry!"

"Don't," Curumo barked breathlessly. "It is I who should be sorry for being so unpardonably tardy. Where are we headed then?"

When Aiwendil didn't move but only stared at him, nervous and visibly undecided, Curumo confessed that he had been looking forward to this outing all day.

He would never have admitted as much out loud, but nothing quite compared to seeing Aiwendil in his element—peaceful, calm, and enchantingly happy—and Curumo couldn't wait to witness that profound change in the usually so fretful and scurrying demeanour once more.

"Here," he said gruffly, pushing his brand-new creation, still hot from the welding, into Aiwendil's shaking hands. "I've made it for you, because...I don't want you to get lost."

It took a moment until Aiwendil managed to pry his admirative gaze from the strong, imperious Maia in front of him, but when he dropped it to the surprisingly heavy present, he couldn't swallow down a gasp of astonishment and deep-felt emotion.

"Oh," he whispered, tracing the intricate lines of the small lantern tenderly.

"I know that you follow your feathered and furry friends deep into the woods," Curumo explained awkwardly, "and I think that it's rather dangerous."

He could see that Aiwendil initially wanted to object and then thought better of it.

"That is ever so kind," he squeaked instead, "let me grab a candle and we can take it down to the stream, so we don't have to be back quite so early."

Curumo cocked one eyebrow—as far as he was concerned, they could stay out all night, watching the light change and the fireflies dance, but he had not expected Aiwendil to be willing to so blatantly disregard the rules of decency and the prescriptions of their respective Valar.

"I will send someone to let Lady Yavanna know," Aiwendil smiled patiently. "She'll understand."

Throwing a puzzled gaze back into the direction of the forge, Curumo nodded absent-mindedly. Yes, he thought, maybe she would.

"Well," he then said, pulling a candle out of his trouser pocket, "if Mairon can come and go as he pleases, I don't see why we couldn't. Lead the way."

@fellowshipofthefics here's the next one.

Lots of love and all my gratitude to @cilil 💖💖💖

#og post #fotfics july event #Curumo #Aiwendil #Curuwendil #Evenings #fotfics summer stories #Week 1 #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt