#ilmarë

[naarisz]

I doodled some Maiar again! <3

Eönwë, Mairon and Ilmarë, Curumo and Mairon again, Olórin and Curumo again

#silmarillion #silm #eonwe #eönwë #ilmarë #ilmare #curumo #saruman #olórin #gandalf #lotr #maiar #ainur #mairon #sauron #tolkien

[ofmiceandwomen]

As a gift for my co-admin and friend from the Silm discord server @nightcityberries I gave her this free commission of Ilmarë being lucky to brush Glorfindel’s hair. Sounds like a great thing to do, really!

Happy birthday 🥳

#commission #my art #silmarillion #tolkien #gondolin #the silm fandom #silmart #glorfindel #noldor #lords of gondolin #Ilmarë #Maiar #the fall of gondolin #the silmarillion #jrrtolkien

[cilil]

Femslash February

⬡ Prompt: In the shadows & secret relationship (sweet bingo) | Thuringwethil x Ilmarë ⬡ Synopsis: A being of light, a being of darkness, living in different worlds - and yet, their connection lingers ⬡ Warnings: / ⬡ Drabble

There are no monsters in the Blessed Realm. 

There are no stars in the darkness of Angband. 

Thus they meet in the twilight of Beleriand, travelling in the shapes of shooting stars and shadows, and come face to face after many ages. 

Thuringwethil's eyes gleam red when Ilmarë touches her. Her ancient hunger reawakens. Yet this time, she remains still and lets herself be perceived wholly. 

"I feel that I recognize you, and at the same time I don't," Ilmarë says finally, her voice filled with wonder. 

"As do I," Thuringwethil whispers, "but I know that I loved you once." 

Thanks for reading! ♡

taglist: @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @edensrose @eunoiaastralwings @i-did-not-mean-to @singleteapot @wandererindreams

#thuringwethil #ilmare #ilmarë #thuringwethil x ilmare #maiar #ainur #wlw #femslash #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #femslash february

[gianfare]

Ilmare

#silmarillion #maiar #tolkien #silm fandom #tolkien art #silm art #magic art #fantasy art #ilmarë

[singsofecho]

Ainur Week, Day 1

Manwë, Varda, Eonwë, Ilmarë

Life Among the Stars, Flight

Manwë and Varda watching their kids lieutenants Eonwë and Ilmarë chase each other around the skies for day 1 of @ainurweek

#my art stuff #silmarillion #manwë #varda #eonwe #Ilmarë #they are goofballs youre honor #“greatest in combat” HE'S A LIL BIRB BOY OKAY #bonus points for whoever figures out what birds Manwe and Eonwe's wings are

[nightcityberries]

#ilmarë #tolkien #silmarillion

[furious-haste-of-malice]

❝ Thuringwethil licked her lips, her eyes flashing bright red. "I want your blood."  ❞

⊱ Prompt: Intoxicated sex ⊱ Pairing: Thuringwethil x Ilmarë ⊱ Synopsis: [Valinor falls AU - in which Melkor's forces manage to conquer Valinor and enslave its inhabitants] Thuringwethil accepts Nári's offer to help herself to a prisoner of her choice and finds a certain celestial Maia. ⊱ Featuring: Homoerotic blood drinking, (non-consensual) cunnilingus ⊱ Warnings: Sexual content, captivity, blood, hungry Thuri in a feeding frenzy (the intoxication part of the prompt), non-con

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Finally getting another one for the @tolkienpinupcalendar Dead Dove December out (yes, I know). This one is yet another installment of the Valinor falls AU. I hope you enjoy!

It didn't take long for Thuringwethil to choose her victim. 

Nári's offer had been greatly appreciated and she swiftly found out that her fiery friend hadn't promised too much: In one of the provisional prison cells she found none other than Ilmarë, loosely chained to the wall. Her head hung low, soft rose-coloured tresses of hair obscuring her face, and she seemed despondent, not even looking up when the other Aini approached. 

Thuringwethil took a moment to watch her in silence. Aside from the usual things that caught her attention – the quiet sound of breathing, the subtle pulsing of her target's heart, the warmth of a living body – she felt a strange sense of familiarity as she beheld the celestial Maia, though she was certain she hadn't seen her before – at least not before she woke up in Melkor's care and became part of his folk. Whatever her past had remained lost to her after her time in the Void, and as far as she was concerned, it didn't matter anymore either. 

Silent as a shadow, she entered the cell. It was only then that Ilmarë finally looked up, eyes wide and frightened – she didn't know what to expect from an Úmaia, but assumed it wouldn't be pleasant. Still, within the flash of panic in her gaze, there was also a spark of something else, mirroring what Thuringwethil had felt earlier. 

"Do you remember me?" she asked with mild curiosity and flashed the captive Aini a smile, showing off her sharp, glistening fangs. 

Ilmarë eyed her for a moment, then shook her head. 

"If I knew you at any point, you are no longer the Maia you once were," she declared. Her voice held the echo of glittering stars, though faint in the darkness and marred by fear. "What remains is a creature of shadow in the service of the Enemy." 

Thuringwethil chuckled dryly. She knew such words all too well – monster, beast, abomination. Foul, undead, evil. Countless times had her prey cursed her, yet they still bled the same. Inhaling deeply, her senses were assaulted with the sweetness of Ilmarë's scent, full of light, life and the fire of stars, a most exquisite and delicious meal for a being like her. 

Hunger rose within her, wild and greedy. 

"If that is so, I hope you don't mind skipping the pleasantries in favour of what I have come for," she purred, stalking closer. 

Ilmarë bristled. "If it is information that you seek, I have none to give. I am merely a handmaiden of my queen and a caretaker of stars; I don't know what I could possibly have to give you." 

Thuringwethil licked her lips, her eyes flashing bright red. "I want your blood." 

Her instincts taking over, she was on top of the other Maia before the gasp of shock had even left her lips. She pushed her against the wall of her cell and straddled her hips, her claws leaving marks all over her unblemished skin. Ilmarë tried to defend herself, to push her away, but Thuringwethil was relentless. Her fangs pierced the soft skin of her neck, and she began to drink, moaning in pleasure when blood began to fill her mouth. 

It was just as warm and delicious as she had imagined. The scent alone was enough to drive her mad, and she tightened her grip on her victim as her mind went into a frenzy. Thuringwethil had to hold herself back from biting down harder, a nigh impossible task, but she couldn't let Ilmarë bleed out too fast. She needed her alive for as long as possible so she could keep feeding until her hunger had been sated, until the emptiness inside her had been filled – 

And even so she wanted more. Needed more. 

Blood dripped down her chin, and there was a feral red glow in her eyes when she withdrew for just a moment to admire her prey. What remained of Ilmarë's dress was now stained red, her breath was flat and her struggling had grown weaker – soon she was going to be perfectly docile and completely at her mercy, Thuringwethil noted with a shudder of pleasure. 

She tore her dress with her claws to explore what lay hidden underneath. Had she not been drunk on Ilmarë's blood, she would have admired her beauty a while longer before she marred it with bites and scratches, eagerly licking every fresh wound. Red surrounded her. Her hands, her lips, all warm and wet. 

Yes...

When she parted the celestial Maia's legs, Ilmarë barely managed a whimper and attempted to squeeze them together, but to no avail. Thuringwethil could feel her pulse underneath her fingers, muted and weakened, but still unmistakably there, and traced it all the way up her thighs and to the most vulnerable part of her fána. 

"I wonder if you will bleed just as nicely down there..." 

She bit down, and Ilmarë screamed. The rich taste of her blood mixed with the lovely, alluring scent of her womanhood, and Thuringwethil couldn't resist giving it a few experimental licks. Oh, the things she could do to such a pretty Maia if she wasn't hungry... but then again, she had all the time in the world to enjoy her meal, so why not allow herself a little treat? 

"N-no..." Ilmarë once again tried to escape her hold and close her legs when Thuringwethil's tongue invaded her fána. "Don't..." 

But her pleas and protests were ignored in favour of the sweet nectar pouring out of her shivering form, red mixing with clear liquid as both were mercilessly coaxed out of her until she was twitching on the ground, lightheaded, helpless and barely conscious. 

Thuringwethil wondered whether she would even be able to force an orgasm out of Ilmarë, but as long as she kept bleeding for her it mattered not. She was going to bite, lick and drink to her heart's content, to slake her thirst, to gorge herself on her light and beauty and not stop until every single drop of her essence was hers. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

#⊰✦⊱ non-con #thuringwethil #ilmare #ilmarë #thuringwethil x ilmare #maiar #ainur #alternate universe #silm smut #minors dni #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #tw noncon #cw noncon #tw blood #cw blood #tw violence #cw violence #dead dove do not eat #TPCdeaddovedecember

[aureentuluva70]

So you're telling me that Tolkien was going to write a story about Erinti aka Ilmarë-who we know practically zilch about despite being among the greatest of the maiar-and her likely romance with the Man in the Moon and then he just...didn't write it???

#It legit would have been so cool to learn her story #All we get in the silmarillion about her is that she served Varda #We know quite a bit about her once-brother Eonwe #But not Ilmarë? Like cmon bro. #Also the idea of a super old elf living on the moon is super cool #Like who was he? Is he one of the unbegotten? #One of the Children of the unbegotten who never married and had children of his own? #But alas I fear we shall never know #not that it's gonna stop me from making a billion headcanons on him #Book of lost tales #silmarillion #tolkien #Ilmarë #Erinti #Uolë #Uolë Kuvion

[nyarnamaitar]

✨

-@outofangband

Thanks for the ask, @outofangband! <3

Mmm, worldbuilding/background story elements, let's see... I've been thinking a lot about the War of Wrath recently, specifically about the Valar's involvement. We know that none of the Valar participated in the war directly, most likely out of fear that Arda would suffer even more destruction if they did. So they sent their Maiar instead, with Eönwë as their leader. That being said, I HC that the Valar, although physically absent, were involved, albeit on a more abstract level, endowing their Maiar with part of their power, protecting them from afar. (Valar-Maiar relationships are one of my favourite things to ruminate on.) This manifested itself in different ways. When Eönwë spoke, commanding the army, his voice carried the echo of his lord's. When Eönwë charged into battle, the wind was like a living being wrapped around him, making him even deadlier than usual. Ilmarë blinded their enemies with a single glance, her light-filled eyes scorching through Balrog shadow and Orc armour. Ossë drowned the Angband forces in rivers and brooks and creeks, singing songs of the deep, dark seas that his master rules over. And so on.

I also HC that specific Maiar were designated to accompany/protect specific parts of the Elven forces. Eönwë, for example, generally fought alongside Ingwion and Finarfin. Ilmarë paired up with Anairë, Findis, and Lalwen. (I don't think Nerdanel and Eärwen fought in the war, but that's another conversation.)

#outofangband #war of wrath #valar #maiar #eönwë #ilmarë #ossë #tolkien

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

And here it is! The full masterlist for @silmsmutweek ! It was such a joy participating in this event and writing about characters and pairings and themes I had never done before.

Warning: Each post contains material of an explicit and sexual nature.

Minors DNI | 🔞 | You are responsible for the media you consume.

❤️‍🔥 Day 1: Seeds of desire / Gothmog x Melkor

❤️‍🔥 Day 2: To give and receive / Finwë x Indis

❤️‍🔥 Day 3: The ties that bind / Makar x Meássë

❤️‍🔥 Day 4: The invitation / Manwë x Eönwë x Ilmarë

❤️‍🔥 Day 5 : Little bird / Tevildo x Fem. reader

❤️‍🔥 Day 6: Beneath the stars /Oromë x Celegorm

❤️‍🔥 Day 7: While the seas roiled / Varda x Uinen

❤️‍🔥 Silmsmutweek writer's challenge : The same song / Maedhros x Maglor | The first of many glorious nights / Haleth x Caranthir

#silmsmutweek #gothmog #melkor #finwë #indis #makar #meássë #manwë #eönwë #ilmarë #tevildo #oromë #celegorm #varda #uinen #maedhros #maglor #haleth #caranthir

[urwendii]

Written for Femslash February

Sequel of this drabble by @cilil

Rating: T Pairing: Varda x Nilmírëa (oc) x Ilmarë

The loss of the Trees had plunged Valinor in great chaos, deprived of the Hallowed Light, a Noldor Rebellion, an unsuccessful chase for their fallen and depraved kin, Varda could not feel any less disheartened if her heartbreak was not a swirling tempest of hatred.

Twice, they had asked Fëanáro for his help, but the arrogant fool was spewing the poison Melkor had so cleverly fed him, even convincing the Noldo that his folly of rebellion came from his own mind. Varda could only imagine what futile endeavour their so-called Cry for Freedom would result in. Her husband had cried for peace and negotiation, but even his seemingly endless patience had limits in the wake of so much carnage.

The Doom takes them then! Varda feared not the dark, Queen of the stars she was, but the vast expanse of the cosmos was her canvas. She climbed the circular stairs, leading to the upper rooms of her observatory, a complex of cosy rooms made for enjoying a rest or pursuing scholarly avenues in a calmer setting.

However, when she let herself in one of the rooms, adjacent to the Library, she found two of her maidens giggling, sprawled half dressed on the plush carpets.

Raising an eyebrow, she surveyed the scene with nonplussed amusement.

"May I know what this is about?"

Ilmarë was the first one to let out a startled squeaky sound as she stumbled back to her feet. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, the pupils dilated and tried as she might to appear contrite, there was the ghost of a laughter bubbling behind closed lips. Nilmírëa was tying back her robes and tried to stand up too, only to dramatically fail in her task. The laughter that erupted from both Maiar was a little wild, a little too carefree, a little too-

Varda's eyes fell on the empty discarded box of chocolates, a glittery pink ribbon a better explanation than any of the half slurred, half giggled words the other two women babbled about.

"How many times have I told people to not accept any food or beverage that comes from Irmo?" She sighed with only half felt exasperation. Truth to be told, seeing Ilmarë and Nilmírëa in such a giddy state - even one born out of intoxicating chocolates - made Varda feel a little better. So much darkness outside and so much unknown, but for now, she thought with a sudden idea, she could indulge in a little distraction.

"Well, my two lovely Maiar, a Queen shall too be offered some fun."

Strolling with purpose to the chair standing the closest, Varda let herself fall gracefully, readjusting her raiment into a more solid shape that would serve her purpose.

“Come my darlings and let your Queen appraise you.”

Nilmírëa was blushing so prettily Varda thought with a sudden appetite, crooking one finger she ordered the Maia closer until Nilmírëa stood directly in front of her. Her silver robes had been hastily tied, leaving a shoulder exposed. Varda licked her lips in anticipation.

“Sit on my lap, Nilmírëa, you have always been so good to me.”

The Maia fell without her usual grace, all languid limbs, giggling when Varda wrapped one arm around her waist.

“Ilmarë.”

Her most trusty Maia nodded, head bobbing up and down, the rosy pout of her lips enhanced by the candlelight.

“Mistress,” she whined as she moved to kneel by Varda's feet, nuzzling her face in the Queen's dress. “‘Am sorry.”

Varda gently carded her fingers through her hair, humming a soft song. “No need to apologise, my little star. Here let me give you a kiss.” Varda tilted the pretty Maia's face upward and rewarded her lips with a soft kiss of her own. Ilmarë made a tiny sound, a little breathy thing, fingers clutching at Varda's dress with renewed insistence.

As cold and dark as the world might be outside, there was only warmth and heat between the three of them until Varda was once more called back to duties as Queen leaving two languid Maiar in her wake.

#prompt: tolkien lgdrm #varda #ilmarë #oc: nilmírëa #femslash february

[that-angry-noldo]

He knows what Finarfin is talking about: hundreds of Eldar going upon the feet of Taniquetil, singing and cheering all the way, setting their camp, celebrating summer and earth — truly, long was the last time Eönwë heard their voices and came down to join them. Ilmarë used to adorn his wings with blooming blossoms and little children weaved flower crowns and placed it upon his head — how many of them are still alive? How many perished under his command in Beleriand?

eönwë: thinks about something nice

eönwë's mind: wrong! trauma blast

#eönwë #ilmarë #feast in valimar

[caranthir-son-of-feanor]

Ilmarë: Is having a penis fun? Eönwë: It has its ups and downs. Ossë: Sometimes it’s a little hard. Mairon: It’s a pain in the ass. Olórin: Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on.

#ilmarë #eonwe #osse #mairon #olorin

[cilil]

Femslash February

⬡ Prompt: Your voice & who did this to you (rare pair bingo) | Arien x Ilmarë ⬡ Synopsis: Hearing Arien's cry for help, Ilmarë rushes to her side. ⬡ Warnings: Aftermath of assault (this is set in the alternate version of the story in which Melkor attempts to marry Arien) ⬡ Drabble

It was her voice. It could be no other. 

And her scream nearly tore the heavens apart. 

Ilmarë hurried to find her. The sun would have to wait; her lady would surely restrain it in the meantime. 

Arien was more important. 

She found her adrift in Ilmen, her fire flickering and weak, her fána bruised and injured. 

"Beloved, what happened to you?" Ilmarë gathered her in her arms, shielding her form with her own. 

Yet Arien shook her head, the horrors she had endured too terrible to voice. 

Ilmarë could feel the Dark One's touch on her, but said nothing. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

taglist: @angbangbaby @a-world-of-whimsy-5 @bluezenzennie @edensrose @i-did-not-mean-to @singleteapot

#arien #ilmare #ilmarë #arien x ilmare #wlw #drabble #silm fanfic #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #cílil writes #my writing #femslash february

[warrioreowynofrohan]

Silmarillion Bracket Round 13!

Haleth won the last round handily, I think that’s the most decisive victory we’ve seen yet.

More women this round!

#tolkien #the silmarillion #silmarillion bracket #aredhel #idril #ilmarë #indis

[nightcityberries]

ilmarë

#silm #silmarillion #ilmarë #ainur #maiar