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finchinmoria · 2 months
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Eowyn and Faramir
*gazes lovingly in bisexual*
Gimli and Legolas
*stares confused, intrigued, and envious in gender fluid*
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milesasinmorales · 8 months
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I adore that queer fans of The Lord Of The Rings have made a space for ourselves in this fandom. It’s beautiful. I have seen so many beautiful queer metas, fanfic, fanart and so. so. much. more. It’s just so amazing I love it. We’ve made a space where we might not otherwise be welcome (jrrt was a very religious Christian) and made it our own. So fuck yea, lotr is gay because we say it is!
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elithilanor · 10 months
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Sapphic Tolkien Creator List
A collection of creators and their Sapphic works for the Tolkien fandom. This list was born out of the frustration of a lack of sapphic and wlw content (trans and non-binary inclusive) preferably created by sapphics and how, when created, it doesn't get any traction.
If you know of any creators that aren't on this list, please tag me at either @elithilanor or @creativity-of-death on their work so I can add them to the list below! If you’re on the list but I missed some of your creations that are sapphic, please tag me on them so I can add them!
Support your queer and fandom communities, so let's start here!
Artworks:
@thelien-art
@runawaymun
SFW Arwen x Eowyn Lesbian Pride
SFW Galadriel/Artanis x Lúthien
@welcomingdisaster
SFW Nerdanel x Indis
@simkaye
SFW Arwen x Fem! Aragorn
Fanfiction:
@elithilanor
NSFW Delayed Gratification: Arwen x Fem! Reader
NSFW Sapphic Arwen Alphabet
SFW Fem!Elrond x GN! Reader
@outofangband
SFW Morwen x Aerin Ficlet
Morwen x Aerin Ficlets
Sad Morwen x Aerin Fic
Morwen x Aerin: With Slander for a Blade
@starlady66
NSFW Dove: RoP! Galadriel x Fem! Numenorean HCs
NSFW Dress: RoP! Galadriel x GN! Reader
SFW Arwen x Fem! Aragorn
@wareagleofthemountain
SFW Opposites Attract: Tauriel x Fem! Reader
@sanisse
NSFW Silm/LotR Galadriel x Fem! Reader
NSFW Sapphic Tauriel HCs
@melestasflight
SFW Mothers: Nerdanel x Indis
@imakemywings
What the Water Gave Me: Finduilas x Nienor mentions of suicidal ideation
@clothonono
SFW Quicksilver: Indis x Míriel
Will edit as I’m tagged or discover new stuff!
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elfynshucks · 30 days
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verilybitchie's new video on lotr being queer is fucking amazing - i actually LOVE THIS VIDEO
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melpomaenofimladris · 4 months
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Given the absolutely wonderful Lindir x Haldir, it now just be time for Rúmil x Melpo no? Or just Melpo hcs?
Just very innocently asking ya know
-@elithilanor
I am rehauling my Rúmil X Mel headcanons because the person who used to write Rúmil for me is kind of retired from writing, but I have most of the broad strokes of their timeline down 🌹
Rumil/Figwit hcs
The beginning
I hc that when Haldir is early in his career as a marchwarden, Rivendell used to be somewhere he was sent to often, either as security in larger parties or as a single messenger. Eventually, his duties shift and the Rivendell assignments fall into Rúmil's lap instead.
One of the first times they get a glimpse at each other is when Lindir drags Mel out of Elrond's House to enjoy the view. "The view" is marchwardens arriving in Rivendell. I like the idea that it's kind of shitty out when Lindir does it, so Mel is just like ...What view? Oh. –OH.
RúMel Things
Generally Mel goes by his Sindarin name (Maenod) but Rúmil earns the right to call him Mel/Melpomaen with him in record time.
Mel finds out that Rúmil draws and is absolutely fucking delighted. In a similar vein, Rúmil can watch Mel write for hours. It doesn't even have to be calligraphy or a fancy manuscript, just Mel's penmanship in general. They read to each other often as well.
Mel is very interested in Rú's stories and travels. Rú hasn't actually been around that much (mostly Rivendell and Mirkwood like once or twice) but Mel is still impressed.
Rúmil makes his move by bringing Mel flowers.
Mel starts teaching Rú Quenya. He's a bit past conversational by the end of the Third Age. It's a labor of love on both their parts because learning languages and switching between them in different places/contexts stresses Rúmil tf out. He doesn't speak it super often, but it's nice to know what Mel's family is saying when they're all passing time at home. He also gains far more access to all the weird shit Mel mutters under his breath when he's trying to Get Shit Done. –Turns out, Mel swears like a Gondolin soldier when no ones around.
Rú doesn't teach him North River Pendarin because he's so used to only speaking it in limited contexts that it genuinely slips his mind. He's also gotten a bit worse at speaking it over the years. He still understands it spoken. When Mel meets Haldir and Orophin formally for the first time, they both give Rú a little bit of shit because what do you mean you forgot tell your boyfriend with the language hyperfixation that we speak North River Pendarin
Rúmil's Westron is pretty rough. It's, like, several generations of men out of date and mostly choice phrases like "Get thee gone." and "Return whence you came or fkn else." Rú thinks it's fine for his purposes. Mel's been working on it on it, but they're more focused on Quenya.
Occasionally Rúmil makes a dumb comment about mortals. If they're at Elrond's House, Mel kicks him out of his room for the night. If they're elsewhere, the closest equivalent occurs.
Mel doesn't really have a taste for alcohol. He usually takes one or two sips and slips Rú the rest unless it's something very sweet.
They both love to dance and will spend the whole evening doing so when they have the opportunity.
A section just for hair headcanons
They start braiding each other's hair. It's really easy to tell, which Rú likes a lot. Mel usually wears his very plain, but he's happy to sit while Rú does something more elaborate with it. Rúmil tends to wear the same functional hairstyle day to day, so it's really obvious that Mel put his hair up when he goes around with flower braids and Noldorin hair accessories.
Glorfindel taught Mel a lot of the hairstyles he knows. Sometimes, if Rú is going out hunting or traveling, Mel braids his hair the same way he would for Glorfindel out of habit. Some people do a double take early on, but after it becomes common knowledge that Rúmil and Mel are together no one blinks. It's not like Glorfindel has a patent on the braids or anything. There's just not a lot of people around still putting their hair up in the popular fashion of the House of the Golden Flower circa FA 500.
Mel inherited a good armful of hair accessories from Glorfindel. After they become close, Mel sends Rú home with a golden flower clip.
When Rú gives him a strand of hair to keep, one of the ways Mel keeps it is by braiding it into a small flower shape that he pins into his hair.
When they start courting, they like to do each other's hair in their respective culture's style if they're getting dressed up for something more fancy.
Sometimes it slips Rú's mind that Mel is a Noldo, but the first time they go all out for a festival/big formal event Mel pulls out a spread of jewelry and Rúmil is like Ah. Yes. That's right. Valar above, you guys fkn love your metals. By the time Mel is done, Rúmil has never had so much metal in his hair in his life. He's mildly worried some of it is going to fly out when they dance.
Mel gives Rúmil his hair to make into bow strings occasionally.
They get married, eventually.
When Rúmil breaks the news that he's officially courting Maenod to his brothers they're like Congratulations! then immediately start interrogating him in sibling fashion.
Haldir stands in as the father figure for his brothers' betrothal and wedding ceremonies. He's been through this once before with Orophin so he knows the drill but he's Stressed about it. Notably more than Rúmil is.
Meanwhile, Mel's family is just like this is wonderful! They already like Rúmil and his family. They're not worried about it.
Mel is little nervous about meeting Rú's family formerly, though he's already interacted with them before briefly. He's most nervous about Haldir because he has a reputation in Lorien, both as a Notable and Respectable marchwarden and for being kind of harsh. Lindir helps calm his nerves by reporting that Haldir is only a hardass to wardens and/or younger brothers.
Mel had nothing to worry about; he gets on fantastic with Rúmil's family, especially the brothers.
Rúmil and Mel get betrothed relatively quickly, but it takes them some time to set a wedding date. Neither of them are certain whether they'll sail or stay in Middle Earth. They don't want to end up in a situation where they marry, then one person gets sea-longing and/or chooses the opposite path.
I hc that Orophin marries first out of the three brothers. Haldir/Lindir's Indefinitely Long Situationship™ goes on for so long that it overlaps with Rúmil/Figwit's Indefinitely Long Bethrothal™. Orophin watches this unfold like You have to be fucking kidding me. BOTH of you?
Sometime during the events of the Lord of the Rings, Rú decides he would follow Mel anywhere, whether he sails or stays, and they plan to wed as soon as they're able to see each other again.
They get married in Lorien when Elrond's party stops along the way to Aragorn and Arwen's wedding.
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pocket-size-cthulhu · 2 years
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So i feel like the discussion about whether Tolkien/Lord of the Rings is queer is maybe the wrong question? And unanswerable?
I'm not an expert but here's how i look at it from my perspective as someone who's done ✨a bit✨ of reading on queer history, and on friendships and other relationships in the 20th century.
Queerness OF COURSE existed in Tolkien's time but it was very distinct from the modern framework for understanding and defining queerness. That being said, relationships IN GENERAL were totally different. From what I've read, it seems like normal, regular relationships between same-sex friends would probably look to us on the outside like queer relationships, in that the level of closeness and intimacy friends were comfortable with at that time is not part of the realm of what friends are typically comfortable with now--especially for men.
I'm not saying this to look at actual historical queer couples and say "they were just 💕 good friends 💕," but i AM saying that people were more likely to be *platonically* physically intimate with their friends (holding hands, sitting close to each other, hugging, offering comforting and comfortable nonsexual touch) than they are now. What I'm saying is that the kind of physical and emotional intimacy that was normalized in friendships in the 20th century has now been largely locked away behind the door of "romantic relationships."
(side note: also if i understand correctly - I'm not sure whether this was the case in 20th century great Britain, but - in other times, normal same -sex friendships/relationships sometimes did include sexual activity, even when the parties involved self-identified as friends. It's just people drew the lines differently as to what was considered "normal" vs outside of the norm. That's some fascinating history but I'm not as well versed in it so idk).
I guess what I'm saying is this. It's difficult to accurately ascribe modern queer identity onto characters that emerged out of a mind from a different time with a different ethos, especially as it relates to queerness.
That being said, i have absolutely no issue with people finding relatable identities in Tolkien's characters. It's not wrong to interpret literature in a way that makes sense and is relatable to you now! Especially when it's great literature but it's very old!
Personally, i don't really care whether Tolkien was bisexual or not or whether he meant for Frodo+Sam or Gimli+Legolas to be anything besides best friends. What i do love is the tenderness of it. The sweetness and intimacy of these relationships. That's a relic from another time and it's a treasure, especially as the divides between queerness vs cishet experience and between friendship vs romance get wider.
Lord of the Rings is such a blessing.
If you know more about this stuff than i do feel free to add on or correct anything i got wrong! :)
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k-wame · 5 months
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JACOB ELORDI · Interviewed by Lynn Hirschberg for 🎭 W Magazine · 24 Feb. 2021
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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 months
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I was watching a Hobbit/Lord of the Rings documentary and they said Bilbo Baggins is canonically queer.
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fickes · 2 months
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have a Tolkien love this Valentine's day
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dailytransitiongoal · 23 days
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transmasc solidarity <3
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manichewitz · 10 months
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“sam and frodo aren’t gay you just don’t know how friendships work” no, YOU don’t know how queer interpretations of fiction work. i can think they’re friends and still think they’re gay for each other. the whole idea that a relationship is *either* romantic or platonic and not allowed to be both is a heteronormative concept anyway. part of being queer is breaking down easily demarcated boxes assigned to attraction and intimacy. if you refuse to see queer romance because “theyre just friends” youre a loser. also those hobbits are fucking
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frodothefair · 17 days
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My thoughts on LGBTQ and LOTR.
So here's the thing -- Tolkien was a devout Catholic. He also lived in the early/mid 20th century, and was a man of his time. As such, it is highly unlikely that he intended for Sam and Frodo, or indeed anyone else in LOTR to be LBGTQ.
BUT, it is also important to remember that it does not matter what he actually intended. The thing about literature, or art in general, is that in the reading and in the experiencing, it comes to transcend the author's original intentions and takes on an independent life of its own.
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luciirenee · 8 months
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elithilanor · 10 months
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Delayed Gratification
This is pure filth. And so much longer than I intended it to be? Like short story length??
Surprisingly (Sadly?), this is my first piece of sapphic anything put out into the world, so I’m definitely open to constructive criticism, but please don’t be an asshole about it. Also, there’s a dearth of good wlw um anything so let’s fucking fix it (as sapphic and wlw people - nonbinary and trans inclusive)!
Anyway, Happy Pride, everyone!!!! Enjoy! :)
Tags: Arwen x Female! Elf! Reader (ITS HER WIFE ARWEN GETS A WIFE), dildos, fingering, I would say a healthy amount of d/s - dommy and possessive Arwen, exhibitionism, married sex (this is solely here to reiterate Arwen’s WIFE), femme 4 femme, orgasm denial and edging but mostly off-screen, begging, being restrained in place, biting
This is a healthy, happy, relationship with well-established exhibitionist scenes at play; discussed off-screen. I’ve probably over tagged, but I like to be safe.
Sapphic tag-list (please let me know if you’d like to be added/removed): @starlady66 @glassgulls @wareagleofthemountain
Word Count: 1,411
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“Tease each other, but with love.” -costar
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You gasp as a cold snap hits your face as you finally manage your way out of one of the circle dances stomping through the Hall of Fire and into the frigid, snow-dusted, air.
Truly, you think blankly, as you force your numb and shaking legs across the courtyard and onto one of secluded paths, the Solstice festivities this year are something to behold and your-House-by-marriage have outdone themselves in preparation and execution.
There was only so much dancing you were able to take, however, given not only the now late hour, but also considering your adornment for this evening.
Luckily, once you reach the back gardens, you have long passed any elves wandering from the blazing heat in the celebratory hall, allowing you to safely collapse onto a bench without fear of being seen. You quickly loosen the top of your dress and curl your legs under yourself while hiking up your skirt in the hopes that the brisk bite of winter would soothe your flushed and overheated skin.
Trying in vain to regain some sort of equilibrium, you gaze up at the indigo sky and breathe.
Peppered in with the silver stars, the sickle moon hangs high in the sky. You watch your warm, released breaths float back out into the darkness and you wrap your arms around your legs.  
Slowly - ever so gently as if she almost regretted disturbing your peace- soft arms draped in luxurious silks wrap around you from behind and pull you against an indulgent frame. Your wife’s honeyed voice murmurs against your skin,
“I had wondered where you might have gone when I saw you leave the Hall.” She nips the tip of your ear as she tightens her hold on you, her fabric-obscured muscles ensnaring you and ensuring you won’t be free until she decides to release you.
One of her hands dips down to dance unhurriedly across your inner thighs. You whimper as her lips brush against your neck. “And yet here you are: already spread open and waiting for me.”
She grins and trails her fingers higher, dragging your skirt with her hand and exposing more of your skin to the night air.
“Vanimelda.” Arwen whispers reverently as she seals your lips together for the first time in an incredibly long evening. You clutch at her arm and press back against her, your shoulders flush against her chest. Ridiculous, she was Vanimelda, not yourself.
But all thoughts escape you as you lose yourself in the taste of Arwen. She kisses you again and again and again. Deeper. Longer. You could swear her lips were softer than when you kissed this morning.
You chase the next one.
“Have you any idea how resplendent you look tonight?” The next kiss is harsher and you want, oh, how much you need her. “How much I craved to touch you in the firelight, but could not?”
“Could not?! You - !” She swiftly kisses you again, cutting off your complaint, and she begins working apart the laces that held closed the front of your gown. You had opted to not wear your shift for this banquet.
“Arwen,” You whimper when her fingers brush roughly against your chest. “Arwen, we are not secluded. Anyone could find us.” She pauses, a slight uncertainty written across her features. She presses a questioning kiss to your nose and without a moment’s hesitation, you return it. She lovingly kisses the top of your head and easily slips back into her role.
“Let them.” She growls, giving a hard pull at the last of the lace. Your breasts spill out of your bodice and you gasp, nipples pebbling quickly in the frosty evening. Her eyes are as dark as thunderclouds on the grasslands and her words ring with more truth than they do not.
“Let them look but know that you only belong to me. Let them see how you belong to me. You are mine and no others’.” You stare at her and swallow, mouth dry.
“Perhaps we should go to bed.” She hisses. “My lady wife should only be seen in this state by me and no one else. Let them look from a distance and not the next bush over.”
With this declaration, however, you snap.
“Arwen Elrenniel, I swear by the Valar above that if you do not take me now that I will find someone else to fill me and you will never touch me again!” You snarl, finally at the end of your patience, despite the game being played. Arwen laughs, the sound like bells filling the sky.
“It has been four hours and I will not pass another in this state!” You hiss angrily.
“I have been unkind.” She acknowledges, her voice gentle as it normally is outside of bed-sport. Her thick thigh presses forcefully between your legs, forcing them apart.
It drives you mad and she knows it.
“Arwen, please!” you whine, desperate.
With this, she finally presses down on the phallus you’ve carried inside of you since you dressed for the festival. Since your wife had bent you over your bed’s side and ordered that you didn’t remove it despite the constantly shifting and aching pleasure it caused within you. It had been designed for your body alone, but just under the size and length necessary to bring you to your peak. Without question, it’s her favorite toy to use on you.
You cry out and strain against her arms, breathing hard.
“Poor thing.” She hums and smiles beautifully, the stars shining in her eyes. “Look how wet you are and I’ve not even touched you today.”
You’d glare if you could, but all you feel is relief. You spread your legs wider and arch into her hand, whining. “Please? Please please please, arimelda.”
“Hush, my love,” she sighs against your lips. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you now would you?”
With that, she dips her head and takes your nipple into her mouth, biting hard at the flesh. Your cry is cut short with her hand on your mouth as her cruel wonderful dexterous fingers press and rub directly against your clit.
You tremble in her arms, the sensations completely overwhelming you and silencing any and all thought in your brain.
You cant your hips against her hand on your sex. You try to close your legs.
You clutch at her arms, trying to drag her away. You press your breast closer to her lips.
Arwen, you gasp through your marriage bond, mouth locked as it is. Arwen, Vanimelda! I’m so another gasp as she bites you again, harder than before, I’m s-so close.
“Is this not what you asked of me, melethril?” She breathes softly, teasingly as she runs her tongue over your smarting flesh. “To finally bring you to climax and end your suffering?”
She slips a finger into you besides the phallus and increases the pace of her thumb. You arch into her arms, hips rocking and head falling back against her shoulder.  
“That’s it, arimelda. Come for me. Let the whole of our House hear how you belong to me.”
She catches your lips with hers to swallow your screams as a sharp twist to your swollen nipples has you thrusting wildly against her hand as you come undone, your much delayed orgasm overtaking you and flooding your bond with white-hot, aching pleasure.  
Arwen gasps and quickly slips one of her hands to touch herself, rubbing against you as she brings you both to another release, your body stuttering wildly as you clench hard around the toy and soak her wrist, voice lifting in the still air.
You slowly come back to yourself after several, long, moments to find yourself cradled in your wife’s arms and your head pillowed on her breasts. Your mouth is dry and you’re warm in her arms, your clothes having been re-tied in your post-release haze.
Arwen presses a soft kiss to your temple and brushes your hair away from your sweaty face. “Hello, meleth.” She says, voice quiet and silken in your senses. “You did so wonderfully and so beautifully for me. Thank you.”
Warmth floods your veins and you smile tiredly at her. Love you, s’good. Great. Mhm. You mentally send her way as your eyes slowly slip closed against your wishes, exhaustion creeping in your bones.
Her tinkling laugh soothes the aches in your limbs. Sleep, meleth. I’ll get you to bed.
Despite all her teasing, you know she will.
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Thanks for reading!
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iambeees · 1 month
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BEEP BEEP QUEER TOLKIEN FANS VERILYBITCHIE JUST POSTED
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Gay fairytales, post-war context, trans readings, feminism, romance vs bromance, gender roles
ALL THAT GOOD STUFF
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fuzzylilteagoblin · 8 months
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Halflings rest in Tom Bombadil’s forest.
I literally want to live in this art piece. Like I wasn’t sure if I liked it when I was making it, then I finished and was like: “this is it, I’ve peaked”. Anyway, I’ve been listening to TFOTR narrated by Andy serkis and boy does he have such a soothing voice. It really just delves me into the world and now I’ve returned to the LOTR brain rot. (And you will all be subjected to my art because of this)
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