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nin-varisse · 2 months
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Wait, isn't that the high king of the Noldor?
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rittare · 2 months
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marhelf · 1 month
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Fingolfin.
The Moon and the Sun followed him to Beleriand and Earendil was his great-grandson, so thought I'd get them all together:)
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cogitating upon the cultural impact of fingolfin's death.. the artistic currency of beautified, emblematized violence. mystery plays with an antiphonal chorus and ritualized movements and acrobats playing morgoth by climbing all over each other; kirtana that go on for seven days, one for each of the sacred blows... the stricken foot and the seven wounds becoming symbols in themselves, put on children's' amulets to ward off evil and on warrior's to encourage valour. soldiers wearing eagle feathers into battle so that even if they fall their bodies won't be desecrated. tapestries and vases and friezes that show fingolfin's ride to angband (or the alternatively popular motif of him riding to mandos) with variation in his resemblance to oromë according to the artist's religiosity.. just the fall of fingolfin being so thoroughly embroidered into noldorin culture in beleriand that even when everyone who remembered him is gone the carvings of oromë sometimes have his face
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ilaneya · 7 months
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d6: kinship
fëanor and ñolofinwë standing in front of finwë’s stained glass portrait
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koyunsoncizeri · 9 months
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Fingolfin crossing the Ice.
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Clothing inspo -Sakha Turks. Also a clarification nobody asked for but felt the need to share anyway cuz ive seen it couple of times now.
Turk means all Turkic people, Turkmenistan, Sakha Republic, Kazakhstan, Türkiye etc.
Turks are also not people of color as ive seen mentioned quite a lot by now. Nor we are asian, even the ones who live in central asia, or up north
Thanks.
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cilil · 16 days
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rare pair bingo
AN: Pairing suggested by anon (here). Thank you kindly!
⸙ Prompt: Prostate stimulation | Fingolfin x Hador ⸙ Synopsis: Hador promises to show Fingolfin a new kind of pleasure and takes good care of his lord. ⸙ Warnings: Smut, fingering ⸙ Quadruple drabble
"Are you sure about this?" 
The proud High King of the Noldor seemed almost shy in that moment, glancing over his shoulder.
Hador smiled and rubbed his lower back to encourage him to lie back down. 
"I am, my lord, and I will be gentle. But in order for you to experience this pleasure, you must relax."
"I do trust you." Fingolfin smiled as well and gracefully laid back down, resting his head on a pillow and allowing his legs to be spread. 
The Elven king, Hador thought, had never been more beautiful than in this moment, completely nude and at his mercy in a way, yet valiant even in his vulnerability. Fingolfin's hair fell down his back and shoulders like fine, dark silk and his body appeared to almost glow in the candlelight, touched by the ancient light of the Two Trees of Valinor. 
There was nothing that Hador wanted more than to show him all those wondrous pleasures he had promised. 
He uncorked a vial of oil and poured a generous amount over his fingers as well as Fingolfin's exposed backside. Gently and carefully, he spread it all around his entrance first, forcing himself to resist temptation and not push inside immediately. 
Fingolfin let out a small gasp, and Hador wondered if it was the first time he had been touched like this, though he lacked the courage to ask. Even so, it encouraged him to enter his lord with one finger, suppressing a groan when he was greeted by a tight, hot passage. 
For a brief moment Fingolfin tensed, but relaxed swiftly when his body adjusted to the sensation. Hador then pushed deeper and curled his finger, searching for the spot — until a sudden, shaky moan confirmed his success. 
"There, my lord?" he asked calmly. The triumphant smile on his lips betrayed him, but the Elven king couldn't see it in his current position. 
"Y-yes, there," Fingolfin whispered, barely audible. "I think..." 
Hador brushed against the spot again, followed by another moan from his lord. "Does it feel good?" 
"Yes," Fingolfin breathed, "please, I need..." 
If he was begging already, then he was doing something right, Hador thought to himself. He pulled back to add another finger, then began moving inside the king — a steady, rhythmic back and forth, mimicking thrusts, making sure to hit that spot again and again. 
Fingolfin's moans were music to his ears.
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Thanks for reading! ♡
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Ringil-the-not-sword and it's Master
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High King Fingolfin, and the spirit inhabitating his sword, Ringil.
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10 first lines
Alright, I wasn’t tagged at all for this but hey, open tag courtesy of @aroace-moron so might as well do something fun, eh?
All of these are from my silm fics.
Rules: Put the first sentence from whatever fic you want in the post. Can also be the first two, or three, if you'd like. Link the fic. It doesn't have to be 10 first lines, it's just a pretty number. You can do 11 too. That's an even prettier number.
What matters is ‘you’ and not the state of you: Maglor doesn’t know what he is raising.
The world may be your canvas, but you paint on it beware: Elwing raises an eyebrow, face ice-like. “For what reason has a royal of the Noldar come to my doorstep?”
Staccato: Dior was no fool.
The trees have reclaimed the land in which hell had been brought: Chapter 6: Twins - Elwing & Elu+El Twins: It started as whispers along the whistling wind.
Full disclosure, i am a monster: It’s his father again.
And when we’re in the dark, it echoes in your heart: Maedhros wakes up gasping.
I keep my enemies closer than the mirror ever gets to me: “Should we’s be in ‘ere?” Elrond whispered to his twin.
I take scraps from dinner as little parts of love: Nolofinwë couldn’t believe his brother.
My love reigns in suffering: Luthien was sitting in a pasture of swaying flowers, shielded from view by the tall grass she was enshrouded in.
Eldritch Silm Outtakes: Chapter 2: Get In The Water: They say he stole the sea from Ossë.
Tagging: @crystalcatgamer @foolofatook001 @melestasflight (it be me Kefi on a sideblog, for those of u that are main blog mutuals 🧊🪶)
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atholet-an-cuin · 19 days
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Nolofinwë:i have snot and weakness
Fëanor:You're a brat and a wimp.
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symphonyofsilence · 2 years
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Kudos to when characters reach their limit, go on turbo-mode, something funky happens to their eyes (like it shines), they reach god-level powers & become unstoppable & do the most batshit things.
Truly the backbone of entertainment industry.
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imfromthemiddlekingdom · 10 months
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Okay I am going to completely re-write my maedhros/fingolfin fic. I realized the story would make more sense if it were a fem!maedhros au instead of a trans!maedhros au since I’ve made her craft fiber arts in that fic and it would make a perfect foil to Finwë/Míriel as Fingolfin was said to be most like his father in looks. I read a hc that fem!maedhros would’ve looked exactly like her grandmother but with red hair and I’m going to run with that concept. Imagine the angst that Finwë would feel seeing his first wife’s likeness marrying and having many children with his likeness. The angst that Feanor would feel seeing his eldest, the heir to the throne, marrying his half-brother, whom he was ambivalent towards (before melkor). The conflict he must feel towards supporting his only daughter in her marriage and his own conflicting feelings towards Indis’s children and how that might translate to his interactions with his grandchildren later on.
The og fic was real grimdark like warhammer 40k levels of grimdark and I don’t vibe with that anymore so I’m going to make a fix-it fic without all the kinslaying and betrayal but maybe keeping some elements of the start of the first age just so there’s angst in this fic. I don’t think I know how to write fluff fics anymore lmao. The last fluff fic I’ve written was 6 years ago and that still was angst with a happy ending. Maybe this re-write will turn into that too since I believe that without the first kinslaying the doom of the Noldor would not be proclaimed.
Thinking about how if Maitimo was born slightly before Nolofinwë and then went on to marry him and have kids, Feanor wouldn’t be so arson happy at Losgar. Maybe having grandchildren that shared blood with Indis may have made him less antagonistic towards them and made him more or less ignore them unless it was Nolofinwe who is the husband of his baby girl and must be glared at™️.
Thinking of maybe including some of my more “grimdark” plot lines into this new fic like maedhros still being held captive but it’s her son rescuing her instead of her cousin but make it more gut wrenching that her life was then traded for her youngest sons life or something. The og fic included the burning of the ships and Argons death when they set foot on Beleriland and she didn’t know that her baby died until she was recovered enough to ask for him only to find out that he died and breaking down from it like no torture from Angband ever managed to do. So many possibilities. I have so much time on my hands I’m going to write as much as possible just so I can read the fics I want to read lmao.
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astral-aromance · 2 years
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New collection ✨
Necklace Melian, Necklace Fey and Necklace Ñolofinwë (and Fëanor)
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ilaneya · 1 year
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i’m convinced that noldor would absolutely love stained glass!
new headcanon that every window in the palace of finwë is a piece of art✨ also the idea that every member of the royal family has a stained glass portrait won’t leave me anytime soon and i planned to finally draw nolofinwë so stars crossed and here it is!
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"The wedding of his father was not pleasing to Fëanor; and he had no great love for Indis, nor for Fingolfin and Finarfin, her sons."
- The Silmarillion
But imagine if he actually would have liked his brothers. Or at least Finarfin. I can see how he and Fingolfin have characters that are to similar and yet to contrary to each other to get along well, but Finarfin had to be born around the same time as Maedhros (Or at least shortly before or after, if my calculation is correct).
Now imagine Fëanor's feelings when he sees his baby brother for the first time and all his father instincts kick in because Finarfin is so small and cute and has such a bright smile.
But since Fëanor doesn't want to show that he really loves his little brother, he gives him affectionate nicknames like "little sunshine", but uses them as if they were insults and swear words and also expresses them as such.
Meanwhile, Fingolfin is confused as to whether he should be angry that Fëanor is insulting his brother or whether he should be glad that he went through the trouble of giving him nicknames.
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