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an-eldritch-peredhel · 1 year

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Afterlife therapy can't fix everything, golden cages, and unreturned all sound neat!

@thalion71, for the WIP ask game!

Afterlife therapy can't fix everything: The very rough title for an OC centric fic, focusing on Urusalirë with their family after she's reembodied from going off to fight and dying in the War of Wrath. Fun highlights include: backstory trauma because their family who's deaths she feels responsible for weren't in Mandos, Nerdanel with a little Trauma By Proxy because almost everyone she cares for has died horribly in Beleriand, Mahtan trying to keep his family together while ignoring the bitter and hurt parts of himself to help his partner, and of course my headcanons on Mandos and reembodiment.

He deliberately holds himself back from touching her- something she is pathetically grateful for but simultaneously infuriates her. They want to hold and be held by their friend and partner and husband and they couldn’t in death and now they can’t in life because they tried and they had, for hours they had held their partner and their daughter as closely and tightly as any of them could bear, but even the thought of someone touching their skin now pins their ears back and makes them want to cry.

Golden Cages: Magic puberty with parents who are fundamentally, cosmically incapable of understanding you and a sibling who is both a lifeline and a threat is a great time! It's basically me working through Luthien's relationships with her parents and with her childhood while forced into a place and form that she can't fit out of love. Also an excuse for lots of purple-prose magic description, which I'm always a fan of. I'm not terribly happy with the bones of it anymore, and it's hard to reconcile normal mental reactions with Eldritchly-Inhuman Maia instincts without leaning too hard one way or another and feeling wrong, but I still love some parts and the premise so it will probably end up reworked in the future.

When she finally stopped Singing (she didn’t run out of air) she had wings large enough to half-span the throne room, and skin that glinted like metal and iridized like the inside of a shell, and eyes brighter than the forest-frozen stars, and hair that spiraled like clouds (like her mother’s) and, and, and. She didn’t speak for a month, until it all (mostly) went away, leaving her stretched and straining at her body’s seams with the knowledge of her new potential. The forest's bird-song didn’t come back for another week.

Unreturned: An AU where Luthien is able to return to life as a mortal(ish) because of her nature, but Beren can't because of his. She agrees to go back and live her life for as long as she can bear (very reluctantly, in no small part because in this AU she's already pregnant), and resolves that since she doesn't have Beren to settle down with, she is going to fuck shit up and leave as terrifyingly awesome a legacy as she can. Beren is her impulse control. Would love to do more with this but it's 90% undefined break-it-less vibes in my head which with the Silm means so much planning to get pieces to fall into place without making things worse. I do know that the major canon divergence would only start after the Nirnaeth was lost. Also featuring Maedhros and Luthien becoming really weird, terrifying, and vaguely codependent besties (a relationship I care so much about with less than 0 basis), and Daeron trying to coparent Dior while keeping his sister even halfway sane (paralleling Maglor with Maedhros- and possibly Gil-Galad?)

Luthien begs. She pours her heart and soul out into her Song, all her rage and grief at the unjustice of the world. Namo, the great judge, grim and unrelenting and always, always just, he cries. He sits, silently listening to her, as tears drip down his stony face. He is not unmoved. But there are laws greater than he to be upheld, and mortals do not return from death. Elves do. And Maiar do not die.

#ask #jaz-the-bard #thalion71 #wip ask game #ask game #urusalire #fae and fell and full of shadows agenda #<- my maedhros & luthien tag #which has basically nothing in it because i am alone in silently rotating them lol

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disorganisedautodidact · 1 year

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Celrond for the ship bingo?

I love them so much <3 one of my favourite canon ships. Sometimes I like them in an ot3 with Gil-galad, in which case they're also fucking the same guy.

Together they're the culmination of everything that is good about all three of the Finwean Houses, plus also the Sindar. And then of course Aragorn and Arwen bring their Edain heritage back into the fold. best Tolkien family ever, the themes are top notch.

Also Celebrían is so tragic in canon but I choose to believe there's a happy reunion the moment Elrond arrives in Valinor :)

#elrond #celebrían #ask game #jaz-the-bard

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flufftober · 2 years

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Hi, I have a rules question! I really love the ship elrond/celebrían, which is canon in lotr, but they're distant cousins 2-4 times over depending on version, 5 if you count elrond's adoption. There's a lot of these kinds of relationships in the source material, even celebrían's parents are related, and in one version first cousins. What's the limit on degree of relation allowed for ships?

Hey there 😊

thanks for checking in on that rule - I kinda forgot to make a reminder post for this 😅

So, last year we said the line we draw is at blood relations and/or legal guardianship. By that, we meant siblings and parents. Cousins is alright - especially given that for centuries, this was how the European Monarchy worked - and in this case, your source material.

In conclusion - yes, have fun with the LotR fandom 😊

#flufftober 2022 #rules #rule clarification #jaz-the-bard #ask answered

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hermitmoss · 2 years

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Elros for the bingo?

Elros: their aesthetic is [chef's kiss]; one line of description won't stop me.

#elros #answered #TY!!!#jaz-the-bard

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tanoraqui · 8 months

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Trope prompt: idril/tuor/maeglin, enemies to lovers, castle?

[please give me 2-3 characters + 1-3 tropes!]

(I'm just answering these with the superhero au every time I can't quickly think of a more canon idea. Also, I'm toying with new ideas for Idril's power)

"Verificia, please!" Tuor called, struggling against the cascading sonic blasts. "You have to stop!"

"False!" Idril snapped, and turned the sonic cannon up another notch. "I don't have to do anything! And my name is Light Queen!"

Truth. And she wasn't limited to just her petty power of knowing true statements from false. She'd spent her whole life with access to the research labs of a dozen of the most genius mad scientists on the planet, and when she'd finally decided that she'd had enough, he'd ransacked them on her way out. She stood now at the top of a tower made with Penlod 1's patent-pending Speed-Constructinator, the walls mounted with Saldor's infamous sonic canon, Ecthelion's Tidal Blaster v12.8, Rog's Hammer Gun, and a full basket of Glorfindel's latest explosive flowers.

She threw one of those down, now.

Maeglin threw his hands up, dragging shadow from beneath his feet into a shield above his and Tuor's heads.

"Fine!" her cousin shouted. "But why are are you doing this?"

"Because I'm sick of it!" Idril shouted back (truth), and pelted them with more explosive flowers. The shadows wobbled with each burst of light. "Why should you get to be the rebellious teen villain of our generation, just because you have freaky darkness powers? Why do I have to be the good girl, just because I have a boring, non-combat power? I can beat Frost King in chess!"

"Why does either of you have to be a supervillain?" Tuor demanded.

"You don't understand," Idril said witheringly (truth). "You're just an intern. You don't even have powers."

Maeglin's shadow-shield broke completely. He cried out in pain and squeezed his eyes shut, and raised his cape to generate more darkness.

Tuor pushed past his defensive position, another few feet up the jumbled cliff that Idril had turned into a terrible tower.

"I don't care if I'm just an intern!" he shouted (truth), as Idril got bored with the flowers and hauled the Tidal Blaster into position on her shoulder. "I don't care what powers you have, or I don't!" (Truth). "I love you!"

(Truth.)

Idril's finger hovered over the trigger, which, pulled, would slam anything she aimed at with roughly 900lbs of water.

"You- what?"

#jaz the bard #idril #tuor #maeglin #i think maeglin is albino in this 'verse #idk what his superhero name is. it's probably something like...Shadowlad rn #rip to all teen heroes for their names tbh #tuor is gonna be like. gull boy? maybe osprey boy or something. give him SOME dignity #ask meme #superheroes #my fic #silm super au

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arofili · 1 year

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and caverns old

the actual prompt response for @jaz-the-bard's request of Kidnap Dads + "Stay close to me" (as opposed to my misremembered version of the prompt, oops)

this one got a little out of control, but overall I'm quite pleased with it! hope you enjoy!

also on AO3!!!

“Stay close to me,” Maedhros rumbled, holding out his maimed arm in front of Elrond. “Be quiet. And try not to show your fear.”

“I’m not afraid,” Elrond insisted, despite how much he trembled. Thankfully, Maedhros said nothing else, focusing instead on walking for into the dark with his sword drawn.

The path into the cave was narrow and foul-smelling, and Elrond hated every second of it. But he pressed on, because he was not afraid, and this was where the tracks had led them.

With every skitter and clatter in the dark, Elrond’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t tell if it was a bat or a rock or something far more dangerous, but everything seemed full of malice in this dark, closed space. But Maedhros kept going, and so did he.

At last there was a faint light ahead, and Elrond stifled a gasp. No creature of the Shadow could shine like that, right?

Maedhros glared at him, his face gaunt and grim in the pale light, and Elrond shrank back into silence. The message was clear: Be quiet.

As they neared the light, Elrond heard the sound of...voices? But it was muffled, distorted, wrong. For all he was named for a cave, he hated this, and finally admitted to himself just how terrified he was.

(He had been named for the gleaming, vaulted caverns of Menegroth, the realm of his mother’s childhood. Not for this, a reservoir of some nameless evil.)

Maedhros tensed, then stepped out into the faint glow of a larger cavern. Elrond hesitated, but remembered: Stay close to me.

When he entered, he could not help but gasp. Small crystals shone dimly in the walls, and starlike glimmers twinkled on the ceiling. It was beautiful—not at all like the foulness of the tunnel.

A clash of steel refocused him, and he scrambled to draw his own dagger—but even as he did so, the swords dropped, and a familiar peal of laughter filled the cave with full, comforting resonance.

Maedhros let out a single harsh curse in a language Elrond did not recognize, and sheathed his sword with a murderous glare to his cackling brother.

“What’s all this?” he demanded. “Holing up in a dreadful place like this, not leaving proper trail signs—I thought some awful creature had dragged you into its den!”

“Oh, but that’s perfect, isn’t it?” Maglor said earnestly.

At the sound of his cheerful voice, Elros poked his head out from behind a rock, and Elrond immediately rushed to embrace his twin. They hated to part like this, but in the grim wastes what once had been Beleriand, it was sometimes necessary to travel in pairs, and neither of their guardians would leave the two of them alone without an adult warrior to protect them. And these days, after Amon Ereb’s fall and the fire that had scorched through the camp of Fëanorian stragglers, only the four of them remained together.

“It’s not so bad here,” Elros said with a smile. He opened his mind to Elrond, sharing the memory of how he and Maglor had discovered this place and cleansed it of any traces of true darkness. “A bit gloomy, and the glow-worms are kind of gross, but the crystals are pretty, aren’t they?”

Maedhros scowled. “How did you even find this place?”

“We’re not all that far from Nargothrond,” Maglor explained, growing wistful. “Finrod and I explored some caves nearby, a couple centuries ago, to see if there was any place worth excavating to, but...” A shadow passed over his face. “Well. It would’ve taken too much digging to make this cave useful for anything more than a secret hideout.”

“We think he and Beren might’ve stopped here on the way to Tol Sirion!” Elros added eagerly. “See, look—there’s a little bear carving in the wall here—and we found a scrap of lembas—”

“Ah, maybe.” Maglor shrugged, and Elrond gleaned he was not too convinced of that idea. “But Finrod did leave some provisions behind...and so did I, before the Nírnaeth. As a precaution.”

Maedhros groaned, and sat down heavily, his armor clanking now that he no longer needed to keep his movements quiet. “And the oppressive darkness on the way in?”

“Are you sure that’s not just you?” Maglor jibed.

Maedhros threw a loose bit of crystal at him. Maglor dodged out of the way, and Elrond jumped to catch it before it could fall and shatter.

“Well, I’ve not lost all talent for concealment spells,” Maglor said.

“This did not feel like your Song, Káno.”

“It’s not,” Maglor said. “The world above is crumbling, and Darkness seeps into every pore and vein of the land. This place was even drearier when Elros and I first rediscovered it. I...redirected the ambient Shadow to the tunnels leading in, to deter visitors, and make it livable in here. Cleansed the water, too—there’s a bit of a mineral-y trickle in the back, Elrond, if you’re thirsty.”

“And you knew I’d be stubborn enough to follow your tracks into any hell-pit,” Maedhros sighed. “Well done, I suppose.”

Maglor beamed. “Why, Nelyo, that was almost nice of you!”

“Too bad your ditties are only useful for running and hiding,” Maedhros grumbled.

Maglor huffed. “Too bad you can’t hold onto an army through something as prosaic as a wildfire!”

They were so much more than this, once upon a time. Elrond remembered it, a little: Maglor’s sweeping, dreadful battle Song at Sirion, the melodies he hummed to close wounds and give weary feet the strength to move onward; Maedhros’ firm, unyielding confidence, the sort of thing that made soldiers want to follow him to their very Dooms.

He remembered things he shouldn’t, also: star-spangled red banners flapping smartly in the winter wind, atop mightier battlements than Elrond had ever seen; cavalry surging like a river across an open plain; a hundred thousand swords ready for battle; a fierce hope driven by the love of brothers, of a golden king...

But as Beleriand rotted away and fell to pieces under the weight of a war long past due, so to did what remained of the once-noble princes of the Noldor. It made Elrond want to weep, sometimes, that he had only known these brilliant men at their lowest. And then it made him furious, because they were not blameless for their fall.

Elros leaned against him, sharing in his sorrow-anger. I know, he seemed to say, but didn’t need to, for he and Elrond were closer than words. I know.

“And what did you find?” Maglor asked.

“The Host of the Valar is drawing nearer to the Anfauglith every day,” Maedhros said, something in his tone changing as he slid back into the role of commander and strategist. “The...other hosts, in their train, still lag behind, but I suspect the remnants of the Noldor will reach the frontlines soon.”

“And I think we saw a Fëanorian banner with them,” Elrond added eagerly. “If some of our people survived the fire and joined Gil-galad’s host—”

“We cannot count on that, nor do I think any of them would be foolish enough to fly the eight-pointed star alongside the High King’s standard,” Maedhros said flatly. “If there are survivors, and they did join with their sundered kin, they must needs have forsaken their former lords and sworn fealty to the King. They cannot be counted as allies.”

“But if we talked to them—” Elrond protested.

“No.” This time it was Maglor who interrupted, his eyes troubled. “Elrond, Elros...it is too dangerous. You are too young to join the fighting, and could not do so if...” He shook his head. “Should you wish to forsake us also—”

“No!” Elrond and Elros cried as one.

“Never,” Elrond insisted.

“Not yet,” Elros said.

Elrond swallowed, and looked to his twin, but Elros’ mind was carefully closed off to him. He knew Elros did not intend to stay with their foster-fathers forever—and he, also, dreamed of a wider world—but to hear him say it...

Well. They were of one accord in this moment, at least.

“We ran into a spider nest on the way back,” Elrond said at last, breaking the heavy silence in the cavern.

“You what?” Elros exclaimed.

“They were young, and easy to kill,” Maedhros said. “I gathered some of their silk when we were done. Elrond committed himself admirably to the task.”

“Of web-collecting or monster-slaying?” Maglor asked.

“Both,” Elrond said, puffing out his chest. “I killed two of them!” He deflated a little, adding, “Well, and Maedhros killed the other eight.”

“We’ll make a warrior of you yet,” Maglor chuckled.

In Elrond’s hands, the fragment of crystal seemed to hum. Surprised, he looked down, and saw it was glowing faintly.

“No,” he said slowly, turning the glowing gem over in his hands. “I mean, I can defend myself. But you know I would rather be a healer.”

He hummed the same tone as the crystal, and felt its Song resonate deep within his fëa. He glimpsed within some trace of the Music, some unlocking of a hidden secret—

But then it shifted out of tune, and the magic was gone. Elrond shivered, then shoved the now-dull rock into his pocket.

“Elrond?” Elros asked quietly. All three of them were looking at him strangely, concern shining visibly in Maglor’s eyes, while Maedhros only looked grim.

He looked up and smiled, and for the first time in a while, he meant it entirely. “I know we can’t stay forever,” he said, “but I’m glad you brought us here, Maglor.”

Maglor tossed a meaningful glance to his brother, as if to say, See? I told you so!

“A respite, that is all,” Maedhros rumbled. He inclined his head to Maglor. “But not an ill-found one, I suppose.”

“Come on, let me show you the bear carving,” Elros said, and grabbed Elrond’s hand, tugging him further into the cavern. Elrond followed, his heart for once truly light—and he thought he heard the chiming of music all around him, a crystalline chorus reaching out to him, whispering of power and Song.

#maedhros #elrond #maglor #elros #kidnap fam #kidnap dads #silm #silmarillion #my writing #my fic #tefain nin #prompts #jaz the bard #and caverns old

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sauronnaise · 2 years

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The Crow and the Swan is updated~

“You can call me ‘Lómion’ or ‘Maeglin’—whichever you wish to use for me. Don’t listen to that pickle of a Grey-Elf.”

Elrond smirked. “Understood.”

Thranduil muttered something along the lines of ‘pickle of a hybrid Elf yourself’.

(...)

Thranduil stared as if Maeglin were the greatest cretin Arda had known after Morgoth.

#tolkien #fanfiction #maeglin #thranduil #elrond #silmarillion #my fanfic #second age #for @jaz-the-bard

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runawaymun · 2 months

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Some time later, Idril said, "My love, will you come outside? The Moon has risen, and shines his rays upon the snow on this clear night. I think we should see it, and greet the new year together." "We will keep you warm," Maeglin assured him. Idril took her great ice-blue cloak from where it hung on a peg and draped it upon Tuor, then took up one side and covered Maeglin with it, and with the other side covered herself. "There," said she. "We will be just fine." Tuor took both their hands as they went out into the cold, but with them on either side of him he barely felt the chill. The moonlight illuminated the snow-covered gardens and made all things glow, but he could hardly spare the sky a glance, when the brightest stars already had their arms around him.

Beauty O'er-Snowed, by @jaz-the-bard

Thank you for commissioning this piece, Jaz!!! I had so much fun working on it and getting to draw these three (especially Idril's HAIR). I'm so fucking weak for them and how you write the three of them together. <3 <3 <3

#commissions #my art #jazthebard #gondolin ot3 #tfog #the fall of gondolin #tolkien fanart #maeglin #idril #tuor #click for better quality bc tumblr is a hungry eldritch being that consumes pixels

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an-eldritch-peredhel · 2 years

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For the made up fic title, I'm giving you a line of a sonnet because that's how i do titles: "thou art the grave where buried love doth live"

Title ask game

I saw this and my brain went "Sauron. It's about Sauron, you have to do Sauron." I don't even care about Sauron that much. Why am I feeling emotions about mr eyeball man?? So.

Sauron put everything into The Ring that made him more Mairon (more Annatar) than Dark Lord, less monster than person. His soul is in it, but Sauron can control it even when it gets lost. And then it gets destroyed, Sauron no longer has his life support, and a screaming Mairon who's been along for the whole ride but managed to get all the Morals in the divorce gets spit out of Mt Doom beside two nearly-dead hobbits, more person than monster in a way he hasn't been since before the Trees. The eagles take him because they don't want to just leave Sauron there, and he doesn't protest getting locked up because getting sandblasted by the realization of every awful thing you've done in your life does that to you.

What follows is basically a "what do you do if Vader lives?" scenario, except Mairon might be having 12 different crises but he still has enough pride to be visibly offended if you call him Sauron in ear-shot. They haul him off to Valinor (ahead of the Ringbearers, they aren't risking that) to be judged by the Valar- who are trying to be better about locking people up for ages of the world, and there's the issue that Mairon is literally not the same person he was when he Committed War Crimes++. He's still accountable but the situation must be considered, they say, and shove him with Melian to do community service because she showed enough interest in her brother's fate that he's her problem now. Everyone else has Opinions On This, Mairon is cycling through the stages of grief faster than you can blink, and Melian is going to deeply enjoy rubbing her dearest daughter's accomplishments in her brother's face (she is the only person remotely happy with this scenario)

Mostly it's just Vibes after this, but there'd be an epilogue with reconciled Silvergifting and Celebrimbor calling him Mairanya to Mairon's profound delight embarrassment.

#asks #jaz-the-bard #title ask game #i don't usually go for 'melian and mairon are siblings' in my arda #but it makes it So Much Better for this au lol

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thesummerestsolstice · 2 days

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Unwritten Fics game

I was tagged by @runawaymun to talk about all my as-of-yet unwritten fic ideas! I have many, many of them. Here are a few. Feel free to send me asks about any of them, or to tell me which ones you'd most like to read in the tags!

Earendil-drinks-the-Silmail-AU: see Tumblr post here. Elwing gives Earendil the Silmaril's light to try and heal him from an illness, and both he (and later E&E) now have the light of the Silmaril within them. This causes problems for the Oath of Feanor. Can't decide whether to make it serious and heartbreaking or extremely silly.

Immortal Elros AU: definitely need to post about this one. In which Elros sees the mortals who will become the people of Numenor, loves them, and decides the best way to help them is to be immortal, to protect their descendants and maintain their legacy long after they're gone. He becomes Numenor's beloved guardian, caring for it's people for centuries. This all goes pretty well until Tar-Mairon shows up on the island.

Faustian Bargain AU: when both Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor are captured during Eregion's fall, Elrond makes a dangerous deal with Sauron to get them back. In exchange for their release, Elrond offers to become Sauron's captive, and to help him in his efforts to reach the Void and free Morgoth. Elrond, of course, has other plans. So do the now-free (and incredibly worried) Gil Galad and Celebrimbor.

Unexpected Problems: see Tumblr posts here and here. All about the issues Elrond runs into in Valinor– from people debating about whether or not he counts as an Ainur to Noldor being scandalized that he only wears a couple pounds of jewelry. Also his repeated attempts to stop Galadriel and Bilbo from completely destroying Valinorian society.

The Love of a Parent: Elrond's parents continue to look out for him, whether from beyond the circles of the world or from the stars above. Probably largely outsider POV. A chance for more eldritchry.

On Estel: In which Earendil goes into the void, searching for Maeglin's lost spirit. Slight AU in the sense that it's very Maeglin sympathetic, and has him having a good familial relationship with Turgon, Idril, and Earendil.

Ten Little Soldier Boys: my take on who Finrod's faithful ten were, why they were so loyal, and the moments they each decided they would give anything to keep Finrod safe. OC heavy but very dear to my heart.

Misfits, Outcasts, and other Characters of Ill-Repute: a series of oneshots about the various people who end up in Rivendell and how they got there. Includes canon characters (Glorfindel, Erestor, Lindir, etc.) and some OCs (including an old Feanorian diehard and one of Thingol's bodyguards, and, of course, Garthaglir the Library Orc)

No pressure, but I'm going to second Runawaymun's tagging of @jaz-the-bard (I don't think they've done the game yet but I might've missed it on their blog)

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